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Sounds resonate within the pace you’ve found yourself confined to. The scritch scratch of a pen flowing across a stack of paper, heavy, slow breaths echoing from above- quiet grunts and hums of pleasure, as well as a symphony of wet sounds creating an orchestra of the most delicious, lustful sounds you’ve ever heard in your entire life. The very air feels warm- hot, burning with intoxicating desire and lust as you move your body- wiggling on your ass as you jolt your head forward- eagerness and excitement burns through your veins, heavy static filling your mindspace as you continue what you’d been doing before you needed to take a break to breathe.
Slurp … Lick. Slurp … Lick. Inhale… wait …. Tilt your head backwards- Lick . You’ve found yourself locked into a steady, satisfying rhythm that doesn’t feel neither too far, nor too slow- as your head bobs back and forth, the heat radiating from the hard member you’ve spent the last… god knows how long tending attentive care to. Time lost all meaning the moment the Duke of Discipline had unzipped his pants, your warm mouth at the ready, kneeled obediently under his desk.
With a satisfying pop- you part your lips from the head of Doppio’s cock, seeking to regain back some oxygen before you would attempt once more to take his length fully in your throat. It’d been something you’ve been working towards all the time you’ve been slowly working up the magenta haired man. After all- he’s quite fond of cockwarming, and what better way to let him feel as good as possible than to bury his member all the way down your throat? That, of course, is easier said than done- it’s not like he’s exactly thin or lacking in length after all… The sheer thickness already makes it hard to wrap your now slightly numb lips around- nevertheless swallow all the way down. It’d taken a lot, a lot of work and a lot of sex ( Doppio and his unbelievable stamina…. ) to get to the point of just barely being able to bury your nose down to his stomach. Almost. Almost.
It’s with this determination that you move once more- your tongue darting across the now very thoroughly coated length- making sure to go as slow as your thinning patience would allow you. Your action earns you a hiss of pleasure from above your moving head, the gentle scritch scratch of his pencil slowing down ever so slightly- before resuming as if nothing had happened. You lick, and twirl your tongue around his cock- planting gentle kisses all across his length, before once again trailing your tongue upwards, from his trail of hair- until you find yourself face to face once more before the head of what you like to consider your throne.
As you steady yourself, your hands gripping both of Doppio’s thighs by the sides- you lean forward to wrap your lips carefully around the dripping head of his member, letting out a gentle hum of pleasure as the taste of his precum hits the insides of your mouth once again. Not a taste you would call delicious per say- but the thrumming arousal slowly coursing through you makes the taste feel all the more rewarding. Breathing in slowly, and relaxing your body- you begin to sink down onto him, going as slow and gentle as possible- as the fog of pleasure presses more and more against the edge of your mind.
It’s overwhelming- the size, the thickness, the taste- you’re used to it and yet it doesn’t make swallowing him any less difficult. Holding back isn’t an option- you have to stretch your mouth as wide as possible, and relax your throat as much as you can. It takes some time to slide down on it- as hard as you try, you only get halfway through before you have to stop your movement and breathe carefully through your nose.
However, your efforts earn you the sharp hitch of a breath- and a relieved, long melodious moan escaping Doppio’s mouth, as one of his hands- the one not holding his pen you assume, appear in your vision and come to caress your filled cheeks carefully- the thumb rubbing soft circles onto your skin sending sparks of delight down your spine. A murmur reaches your ears, gentle and shaking ever so slightly, “There we go… Doing so well love, cmon. Take some more.” as the hand caressing your face goes to cup your jaw- and gently guide your head forward. It takes a moment before you realise that he’s guiding you to sink down deeper onto his cock- and your eyelashes flutter with eagerness as you let yourself go limp and let him do as he pleases.
You twitch as the further and further you slide down onto his length, the more difficult it is to keep your gag reflex from surfacing. You try as much as you can, even as his hand rests on the side of your head and beginning shaping circles onto the lobe of your ear rather than guiding you- to fight against the burn of tears gathering in your eyes as the head of Doppio’s cock hits the back of your throat- and then slides even deeper. But it all proves itself to be too much as your gag reflects rears its ugly head, and you find yourself ripped off (although not with brute strength, so it didn’t really hurt) of him by the hair with a ‘pop!’, your body shaking as you cough, and cough and hack and choke on your breath- wiping drool and sweat from your chin.
Damn it… You were so close. Just a little more, and you would’ve…! Your cloud of angry thoughts is disturbed however, when with the clatter of a pen bouncing against the desk- two warm hands come to cup the sides of your head- tilting it upwards so you can look directly into the gaze of two gradient golden yellow and emerald green eyes looking down on you, smug amusement gleaming in them as Doppio croons, wiping the building tears from your eyes gently as he does, “Aww… You poor thing. Despite all your efforts, you still can’t fit all of me in, huh~?”, your entire body burns with embarrassment. The humiliation, frustration, and annoyance at him looking so damned smug makes for quite the cocktail of emotions- but you have no time to even try to respond (not that you could’ve said anything coherent honestly), before your chin is tilted sideways to rest into the palm of his giant hands.
Doppio clicks his tongue softly, still too amused to your liking, as he says, “Cmon… At least you did your best, didn’t you? Plus! Having you choke on my cock like that… I must say I quite liked that.”, his eyes crinkle as he lets out a small cackle of delight, taking a breath before continuing, “But I think that’s not really what you were aiming for huh? Are you just gonna give up like that, hmm? hmmmm?” his tone amused, questioning and- he’s taunting you. This magenta asshole is taunting you and by the gods it’s fucking working .
Newfound offense and spite simmers within your veins. Oh , you’re not going to take that lying down. You want to prove him wrong. You WILL prove him wrong. You’re going to take him down your throat fully no matter how long or how much effort it takes. And with that newfound goal (not so much new and more so revised honestly-) that you dart your tongue across his length- before carefully wrapping your lips around the tip.
Doppio’s voice reaches your ears, tone still incredibly amused as he says, “Gonna try again? Hehe, well be my gues- oh fuck …” but slowly trails off into a cut off grunt of pleasure- as you let his words simply float above you, too focused on your task to care about much else. Relaxing your throat once more, you breathe carefully through your nose as you sink down.. and down… and down… .
This time, you make sure to pace yourself better than previously. You take all the time in the world, slowly, slowly… descending onto his length, small whimpers escaping from you as more and more of your warm cave is filled- but not quite fully. Not yet. It’s not enough yet. You need to have more. Give me more… All your thoughts start to slowly fade away, the only thing remaining in your mind being Doppio’s cock Doppio’s cock his cock in your mouth in you in front of you his dick it’s yours it’s all yours more… more more- until that eventually turns into an incomprehensible mess of emotions and feelings, barely even coherent to even yourself.
If the magenta haired man could see the current state you’re in just from sliding his member in your mouth, he would surely never let you live it down. Fortunately for your slipping sanity, he’s currently too focused on his work to humiliate you… Or is he too distracted by you slowly working him up to concentrate properly? You would try to look at his expression, but all you can currently see is a hardened member that’s slowly, slowly being swallowed down. And well- who could look away from such a sight? Surely not you.
Still… The thought is incredibly arousing to think about. You can’t help but let out a small whimper of pleasure as you think about the expression currently painted onto the duke’s face. Is he still smiling? Are his eyebrows furrowed in concentration? Or perhaps… Are they furrowed because he’s trying to concentrate, but can’t? Is he biting his lips? Is sweat slowly trickling down from his handsome face? Are his breaths ragged just like yours? How tightly is he gripping his pencil? From the sounds of still moving paper, you assume he still has a hold tight enough on himself to continue working but still… Oh , how you wish you could see his face. Just imagining all the different expressions that he is currently making- it makes it all the more difficult to not slip up and break the concentration you’re using to keep yourself still and relaxed.
Your eyebrows twitch as alarm bells ring throughout your body- and you’re snapped out of your fantasies as your gag reflex rears its ugly head once more. Ah, hell … You stop your slow movement to slowly breathe through your nose, trying to desperately keep the pressure away- you can do this. You will do this. Breathing starts becoming a bit of a struggle, but you manage to not let the rising sensation win. But. It’s still a little too much. You’re already so far down, you’ve almost swallowed him down completely- just a little bit more… If you keep your concentration for just a little more…!
Light trembles begin to wrack your body as you stay still, for just a moment, just a tiny bit more… It’s difficult. You grip Doppio’s thighs with probably a bit more strength than you should- but then again it’s not like he’s exactly against markings… Plus, you’re doing this for him. So surely he’ll forgive you? You have no time to think about it, as the moment you start moving just the slightest bit- you’re forced to stop as red flashing lights make themselves known in your mind. Still- you’re determined. You’re desperate. You need to do this, you need this. It’s not a matter of just spite anymore, the longing to achieve such a feat and be praised for your efforts, to know you’ve done such a good job, that you’d made him feel so good… It’s too irresistible. And just when you thought you hit your limit- that you would have to stop and try again after you’d caught your breath again-
The sensation of growing pressure slowly begins to fade away… Until it’s no longer there. Your breaths are heavy as you try to keep a hold of yourself- euphoria sings in your veins. HAH. Take that gag reflex! You’re going to deepthroat this cock today and nothing is going to stop you! But. You’re not there yet. You need just a little more… Readjusting your position and loosening your jaw once more- you begin to sink down once more, this time the pressure is a little easier to fight, even as your eyelashes flutter close and the overwhelming feeling of being so full almost gets the better of you.
You’re not sure how long you spend just slowly moving, but it’s not long until you come to a stop- your nose having bumped against the hard skin of Doppio’s abs. Blinking in surprise, you slowly rise from the haze of pleasure that seemingly had taken ahold of you- to stare in incomprehension at magenta hair slowly trickling down to the cock that’s…. fully…. down your throat?
Humming in confusion, you blink a few more times- trying to understand exactly what you’re looking at. The strong scent of sweat, slightly tangy and sweet natural body odor, very lovely smell of soap and even stronger than all of those- the scent of sex fills all of your senses. Holy shit. You… did it? Your throat is stretched to a degree you didn’t think possible, and your jaw hurts- it’s hard to breathe… but the lust brimming from you is simply too intense for you to care. You did it. You did it- You did it!!
Slapping your hands repeatedly against the thighs of the busy duke, uncaring if you’re interrupting him during his work, you whine embarrassingly loudly to gain his attention. Ignoring his questioning rumble, you simply direct your gaze upward, shivering as lidded shining emerald eyes stare you down, a proud smirk illuminating his face.
The groan Doppio lets out as he shifts ever so slightly, in echo to your own answering whimper, sends sparks of delicious lust down to your spine as the hand you hadn’t even noticed had lifted from your head comes back- a thumb rubbing against your throbbing lips gently. “Ooh… Hgn, look at you go, you finally did it huh? Took me fully, without choking even once…. Well done darling, you did sooo well….” his murmured praise washes over you like an oasis to a man in the desert. You did do amazing, didn’t you? You ignore the light trembles of your limbs in favor of twirling your tongue around his length once more, enjoying the quiet moan escaping his lips.
But- the thumb on your lips joins with his index finger to pinch it- a current of electricity coursing through your head as he does. You can’t help but whine in response, almost tempted to back away to ask him why he did that. But before you can, a growly voice reaches your voice once more, chiding as he says, “Hhg- careful there, I’ve got to focus on this paperwork, alright? Just… stay still for a moment for me, please. I’m aaalmost done.” and despite its wording- you know it’s not really a request. You’d obey any of his orders, the both of you know this quite well- but you hum in agreement anyways, earning you a quiet “ Thank you baby. ” before the light scritch scratch begins once more, and you find yourself shifting into a more comfortable position (or well, as comfortable you can be on your knees) before locking up all your limbs in a conscious effort to not. move.
It’s surprisingly difficult. Not quite because you’re bored- the fog of arousal is too deep for you to care about such things right now, but the sheer want want want to suck him off and to make him feel as good as you currently feel is overwhelmingly intense, and you have to fight yourself to not give into the temptation. As you breathe into his muscles, (and damn that’s not helping in the slightest) it’s even harder to not reach down and pleasure yourself- lord knows you’re positively leaking right now and the sight of his… well, everything is most certainly not helping.
You’re tempted- you’re so tempted, but you know your duke and unless given explicit permission, he much prefers it when you struggle to hold back- watching you squirm is his favorite pastime after all. And you’d rather avoid being edged again after doing as you please- plus, today is for his sake after all, so you decide to play nice. Playing the brat will have to wait another day.
Still, even if you have to stay still… He didn’t say you couldn’t tease him a little, now did he? Huffing, and swallowing a bit of his precum (and isn’t that always a treat?), the tongue that had been still under his member begins to slowly move. Not enough to be a big distraction, you think- but enough that you don’t have to completely lose your mind struggling to stay as still as a statue. At first, it’s just a slow trail of the veins you can feel, then licking the head- and then simply wrapping the throbbing length inside of you with your tongue, thoroughly enjoying the twitch of his thighs under your hands.
You have no doubts that your drool is probably dripping down your chin and onto the floor- but you care very little right now. All you want is for Doppio to feel good, for him to drown in the pleasure just as you are right now and feel as good and relaxed as he should be. For your hard working rule enforcer, surely he’ll allow you to give him a little treat, right? From above you, quiet, almost inaudible grunts of pleasure reach your ears. “Haah… gh- oh… fu- hmm…”, and well. What else could you do but suck even harder?
Just as instructed- you don’t move your position even once. You do, however, make good use of your flexible tongue to ensure that not a moment passes by where Doppio could possibly go soft. Too focused on your task, you begin to lose track of time; the seconds, minutes, what feels like lightyears trickle by you, losing any and all meaning- the only thing grounding you still within this reality being the slow rise of delightful moans and trembling breaths resonating within the room- only encouraging you to move your tongue faster, your own quiet whines and slurp slurp slurps getting louder, and louder, and louder as the aggressiveness of your actions rise in response-
“Gh- ho-hold on love I’m almost… done, just give me- give me one second to sign this…” you’re barely even listening. Your head is filled with cotton, your blood is pumping with rising adrenaline- you need to move you want to move and make him feel even better but you can’t. Your heartbeat is thundering in your ears, the desire burning within your core as you gather more and more saliva- you need to be wetter you need to make him feel even better you need to move you need to move come on come on you need permission but… but…!
A pencil smacks against the wood of the desk, carelessly thrown away in favor of a hand snaking around your jaw to grip it lightly- prompting you to stop your movement with a whine of discontentment, shifting your gaze upwards with a light glare you don’t really mean. Still, you listen as Doppio begins to speak- a hint of something growly and wanting in his tone of voice, “There… There we go. I’m finally done. Okay- you can move now darling. You want to make me feel good riight? Well? Get to it.” confident amusement drips through his voice, the prompt making something ignite within you as you jump on the given permission to shift your permission, gripping his thighs even tighter as you slowly, slowly pull away-
And slam back your head forward in a single second. The flinch of the body you’re currently gripping accompanied by a loud cut off groan only encourages you to renew your efforts. Your throat has never felt as filled as it currently is, and it makes you feel dizzy with want, you can’t help but let out tiny whimpers each time the hard member inside of you slides back down to the depths of your warm cave, almost making you choke with each rock back and forth- not that you really care. The only thing you can focus on is sliding his length in and out of your mouth- and trying very hard to keep breathing so you can enjoy this for as long as you possibly can.
You don’t bother going slow. You’ve waited long enough for this- you don’t have the patience to go any slower than the moderate pace you’re currently throwing your head back and forth. And since you’re not hearing any complaining, (outside of his huffs of breaths and delicious moans) you assume Doppio is just as pleased with this new development as you are- which is good because you’re not stopping anytime soon. Your entire body is on fire, the intoxicating scent of both of your liquids mixing together to create a concoction you waste not a single second to drink up- the taste hitting your tongue makes you whine in contentment, and Doppio’s hoarse voice answers back with his own eager moan, a slightly inaudible praise leaving his lips.
“ Sooo good … Hmm- eager weren’t you…? God- Considering how- how excited you looked when you proposed this… were you waiting for this all day darling…?” his face is as flushed as yours feels when you look back up- not once stopping your movement of course- his clothes ruffled and messy, painting a picture you can’t help but want to tear into, ruin it until a sight only you’re allowed to witness and adore fills your entire vision- the tight but not painful grip of your jaw snaps you out of your drifting thoughts. Gleaming emerald eyes stare you down as he bends forward- “ I asked you a question. Answer it, won’t you love?” you can taste the honey that drips from his order, and you can’t help but let out an embarrassingly loud whine as you process the question. The shame you feel only enhances the burning sensation flowing through your body because- while giving Doppio under desk support wasn’t quite the goal at first- your thoughts had definitely spiraled the more and more you thought about it, and when you saw how tired he looked when walking home to the arcade together- well. How could you possibly have resisted? It’s with that conclusion in mind that you nod, appreciating the way his member throbs in response to your movement.
A light and airy cackle leaves the lips you want nothing more than to smash against yours, as they curl up to form a cruel and lethally attractive smirk, “Knowing how much of a little slut you are- well… Hehe, I can’t say I’m- hmm… surprised. Aah-”, feeling the slightest bit annoyed, you decide to ignore whatever it is he’d planned to say in favor of returning to your task, putting in extra effort to rock your head back and forth with even more aggression than previously. “Ah- oh gh- hmm yes just like that….” melodic, low moans only serve to make you feel more vindicated as you resume your movements, cursing the magenta haired man in your head as you do- well aware that you’re not really mad at him and he most likely likes seeing your expression contort into annoyance anyways.
Unfortunately for you and your simmering spite, it’s hard to stay mad at the handsome menace when the feeling of his cock sliding down your throat feels so… goood. It’s simply… perfect. The shape of his member, the way it creates a visible bump on your stomach everytime you have sex- and one you think is even visible each and every time you now sink back down to the base of his cock- the scent of lust oozing out of the both of you drowning you deeper into the sea of desire you’d found yourself sinking into- not to mention the sight of his stomach peeking from his lifted and crumpled top as his abs flex everytime you do something he particularly likes going from the way his moans get especially whiney as you do- and the unbelievably huge hand currently petting your head, encouraging you to continue, his murmurs of you’re doing so well… go on- just like that yes… It’s all perfect. He’s so perfect. And how could you possibly stay mad at him?
You can’t. So you don’t bother keeping up the appearances, simply shifting positions once more, before slowly- slowly sliding back uuuup his length… Until your lips sit at the very tip- and pressing a kiss against the head. You pay extra attention to the sounds that leave Doppio’s lips as you bend down- and this time, slowly trail your tongue from the very base of his cock, to all the way up…. until you are once again faced with the dripping tip, pressing yet another kiss onto it. You listen carefully, as your tongue pokes out of your pursed lips, to lick up the precum dripping and coating his member- before stopping and pressing your lips against the head once more. For a moment, you do nothing but listen to ragged breaths, but that doesn’t last long- loud slurping noises leaving your lips as you begin to suck up the liquid that’s been dripping out of the cock you worship and love so much, making sure to make the hums of approval that leave you as your taste it as loud as possible. Then- you circle your tongue gently around the head, swirling the saliva that’s been building up all the while you’d been blowing him, earning a very sharp inhale- followed by the release of a trembling moan soon after.
But you’re not done yet. As you carefully hide your teeth behind your lips, you position yourself precisely so you’re staring directly upwards at Doppio’s face, as you let the head of his perfect cock barely enter the inside of your mouth- and don’t break eye contact for a single second as you slowly… slowly…. slowly… Sink back down…. Not looking away even as your vision begins to blur with tears, the overwhelming size of his member threatens to make you choke- And even as your eyelashes flutter close once you finally, finally reach the bottom.
The expression that’s painted onto Doppio’s face… It’s simply beautiful. The furrow of his eyebrow, the loud moan that leaves his lips as he speaks- “ Aaagnh - that’s good, oh that’s good - do that again…” his words feel more like a whining plea than an order- but how could you possibly say no? You do exactly as done previously, drinking up all the depraved sounds leaving his lips- the grunts, low whimpers, the loud moans he makes everytime you use your tongue- his heavy breaths making the air feel all the more heavy as you sink back down…. It’s like a feast offered to your ravenous self.
“ Mhmm … if you could see yourself right now… The depraved look on your face as you suck on my cock- hng..! Fuck…Yes…!” You feel drunk on lust, drunk on his voice- each and every of his sounds making the haze of arousal draped over your mind feel heavier, and heavier…. It’s in moments like these you’re so thankful Doppio is such a vocal partner- his moans and aggressive grunts of encouragement do much for your motivation and each of them help you know exactly which one of your actions make him feel the best.
Loud whines and whimpers leave your throat each and every time you swallow him back down- how could you not be so loud when sucking him off is one of the best decisions you’ve possibly made all week? When it feels so good? When you’re making Doppio feel so good? “Your whines are sooo loud… this must feel as good for you as- fuck- as it does for me right? Haah… mph- moan… moan a little louder for me love. Let me know how much you want this...Let me know how much of a depraved, horny little slut you are. Hngn- Cmon… ” you do. Oh, you absolutely do. Your muddled, horny brain makes sure that you let out the most deprived, strangled cries of pleasure possible. You have no space left for embarrassment or shame, you need to let him know how good this feels. How much you love making him feel good.
The hand on your head puts more pressure onto it- guiding you and making it all the more easier to swallow him down as you move back.. and forth… back… and forth again, picking up the pace as you do. Through your blurry vision, you think you see the duke throw his back onto the back of the chair he sits on- “Yes… Yes just like that- mmph - well done sweetheart yes… ghhaah ….” he breathes out incoherent praise that sends shockwaves of pleasure through your brain, as your back arches further- you need to be closer. You need to hear more you need- you need -! It’s with doubled effort that you throw your head backwards- and if not for the hand pressing against you, you probably would have popped his member back out just to lick it up all over again…
Through lidded eyes, it’s with visible struggle and effort that Doppio begins speaking once more, “Haaah- I.. I know I’m quite big and- gh- and yet you did your best to take me in- and now… now you’re doing it so effort lessly… Im so fucking proud of you” his tone is more hiss than anything else- an audible, heavy growl and want dripping out of it as he grips your head especially tight and begins to bob your head up and down for you.
It’s like someone had thrown a bucket of liquified arousal onto your entire being. As Doppio’s hips begin to thrust forward, and he begins to fuck your throat with unrestrained desire- your entire body goes completely limp to make it easier for him to manhandle you. His moans and hisses of pleasure are the only thing you can hear anymore- each time you bury your head into his stomach, a different kind of trembling moan leaves his lips. And as he thrusts inside of you especially hard- stars glittering within your vision, you realise… he’s close. He’s close he’s close he’s- you barely process your own movements- your core throbbing especially hard as you grip his thighs even harder, barely holding it together as you go with his rhythm, sucking harder and with more enthusiasm than you thought was possible.
Doppio, of course, responds with equally as much eagerness, using your mouth as a useful cocksleeve and fucking it with no thought whatsoever for your barely triumphed gag reflex. Not that you care- because frankly the only thing you can think about, the only thing you care about right is the fact that he’s close, that the throb of his cock means that soon, soon he’ll be toppling over the edge, soon he’ll climax and you need… You- you need. You need his cum you need his seed you need to feel it to taste it, you’ve needed it since fucking yesterday - you need it to slide down your throat you need to see him cum to hear him cum you need it now now now noW NOW-
But just as you were certain the crescendo of his voice meant he was getting close- just as you’re about to rise back from sinking down to the base of his member, as you hum in pleasure- a pressure stronger than yourself against your head prevents you from doing so. Whimpering in confusion, you gaze back up to look at your duke’s face, watching his prettily flushed, smug expression enhancing the way his golden and now toxic green eyes gleam down at you, as he murmurs, “Don’t think I didn’t see you go harder just now… I’m not surprised a slutty little thing like you would notice immediately when I’m about to cum- but. Before that…”, you watch as the hand not on top of you goes to ruffle his magenta gradient hair, before settling over the arm of his chair.
For a moment, you watch as he shifts ever so slightly, readjusting his position… and then before you know it, you’re being manhandled off of his cock, left to cough and gasp as you can finally breathe through your nose again- not that you can appreciate for very long, as Doppio begins speaking once more, licking his lips as he does, “If you want to earn my cum… Tell me. Shoow me how badly you want this, how much you want my cum sliding down your throat. Cmon- cmon… speak. I’m waiting.” he croons, simply watching as you struggle to make the few brain cells you have left work- and when you whine in confused displeasure, while it does get his cock to throb deliciously, his expression doesn’t as much twitch. He just… waits.
It doesn’t take long for you to crack. Not that you would last very long, but the eagerness burning through your veins is simply stronger than your stubbornness could ever be. You wouldn’t last- how could you possibly when such a wonderful meal sits in front of you? Who in their right mind would refuse this? You certainly won’t. So, it’s with great effort that you use all of your remaining coherency, (which isn’t a lot frankly), breathe in, open your mouth, and speak.
“ Please please please Pio please please give me - give me your cock I need… I need- please ”, you sob as you speak, desperation oozing out of the words that leave your sore lips, unable to tear your eyes off of the member standing in front of you, breath hitching as it twitches the moment you start speaking once more- “ I need your cum I need- please Doppi I just want it so bad please… ” You’re well aware your words are completely incoherent, a garbled nonsense of pleas fitting of a whiny little whore like you- but you could care less. If begging is what it takes for you to get his cock into your mouth, then begging is what you’ll do. You watch with obscene anticipation as the man seems to consider your words, a thoughtful hum leaving him as he tilts his head, a smirk on his lips…. And then he nods. All the building tension leaves your body all at once- your body slumping forward to rest against his legs as you breathe out in relief.
“ Well dooone darling…. Well done.” Doppio drawls out the words, staring you down as his hands move to slowly stroke himself, spreading the precum leaking out of the head as he does, “And since you did so well- you deserve a treat. Now. Open wide~...” he sing songs the words, putting the hand that’s not busy on the top of your head once more, before gently guiding you forward- and well. What else can you do but “open wide”? You don’t resist a single bit as he slides his cock inside of you, savoring each and every single inch until he’s completely bottomed out, an exhale of relief leaving the both of you.
A single stroke of his hand on the top of your head snaps you out of your delirious haze of lust- “Alright, don’t forget to breathe through your nose, okay?” is the only warning you get before you’re being led by his hand once more, breathing through your nose being the only thing you could do other than taking it. He doesn’t begin moving at a slow pace- quite the opposite in fact. The pace at which he thrusts back and forth inside of you is fast- the wet sounds as the friction between your mouth and his cock creates tiny sparks of shock down your spine-
And his moans. Oh his moans. He’s so loud, his breathing, his affirmations of pleasure- “ Go-ood… you feel… so- ghn so good.. Aah- hgnn…!” You can barely comprehend a single word as you try your best to keep up with his pace- buzzing static filling your ears as your body trembles and twitches, “My personal, warm and tight… gh- cocksleeve… So good.. Feels- agh - the best ..!” the praise is like a bullet to your chest- you can’t- you can’t breathe - your world narrows down to just Doppio’s cock, Doppio’s hands, his mouth his stomach his legs his cock, cock, cock-
Thrust… thrust… Thrust thrust thrust thrust- thrust… thrust… The rhythm at which he absolutely ruins your throat is incomprehensible- one moment he’s fast paced- and then the next, he’s going so slow the tears building up in your eyes almost start slipping. Your grip onto his thighs is probably painful at this point but- but you can’t- you can’t-
He keeps speaking- a mix of praise, grunts and incoherent sentences you can barely comprehend as you’re too focused on the way his length pulsates inside of your mouth, it’s the only thing you can think about as you slurp and suck as hard as you possibly can, making use of any and all skill you know to hurry this up, hurry up hurry up please you need this you need- you need-
“I can see how- how desperate you are- oh gh - for my cum… You look so… beautiful like this- my perfect, pretty toy- mph- fuc-k!” your entire body is buzzing, pulsing, twitching with every thrust- you’ve begun to unconsciously thrust your own hips forward to meet his as well, coherency slipping through your fingers as you whine and moan- mewls and squeals ripped from your throat and yet unable to leave your lips as you are filled to the brim with-
The strangled and wet choked moans leaving you would be embarrassing if you weren’t so focused on the hoarse and growled words leaving reddened lips- “I’m- gah- I’m… ff… haah… Close…!”, the warning only serves to double your efforts as you bob your head back and forth with more strength than you have this entire time- slurping and sucking as best you can, encouraging whines getting louder, and louder, and louder -
At this point, rhythm and pacing are a concept foreign to the both of you- leaving behind nothing but the desperate need to see the other unravel, as Doppio rocks into you with a strength like no other, leaving you simply no room to breathe as he thrusts, and thrusts, and thrusts- his hitching gasps and equally loud moans- perhaps even louder than your own- the both of you move like a possessed entity, as the tension builds, and builds- and his cock throbs and throbs and throbs deep inside your throat and please please please cum please cum he’s gonna cum you’re gonna- his seed down your throat finally finally come on- come on come on cum cum CUM-
The hand grips your head tighter- keeping you still as he fucks into you- the both of your moan’s hitting their crescendo and- and and and and- !! “I’m- I’m.. gonna- FUCK take it… Take it take it take it - gh- aaah- hghn… HaAH …-!!” incomprehensible garbled noises leave his lips as finally, finally , Doppio rolls his hips once, twice thrice- “ GHhah- Oh fugh- Haah- mhm-!! ” and hot, bubbling, sticky liquid spills down your throat. You can’t hold yourself up anymore- but it’s not an issue as Doppio continues to guide your head forward, not stopping once as his cock shudders and twitches and spills, spills, spills, spills….
Your mind is completely blank, not a single thought remaining behind as it’s only by instincts alone that you swallow down every single drop of cum shooting out of him- uncaring of the texture or taste as the only thing you can think is yesyesyesyesyes…. And not once does Doppio stop thrusting inside of you. He rides out the orgasm, seemingly just as lost within the ecstasy as you are, his shaky moans and gasps a beautiful symphony to your ears- one accompanied by your own strangled keens and whines as your body sways, and sways and the overstimulation starts to settle in. It’s not until black dots begin to appear within your vision that you realise you have to breathe.
Weakly tapping a few times against the magenta haired man’s thigh, it takes a few seconds before he finally begins to slow down… and down… until he completely stops and you can finally focus on breathing without your every senses light on fire as you swallow down his shaft. As you feel the pulses of his cock settling down, and drinking the final bits of cum you’d ever think you could drink- Doppio grips the base of his cock to slowly ease it out of you- hushing you gently as a whimper leaves your sore lips.
The both of you gasp for air, the air still buzzing with an intoxicating scent that makes your head even dizzier than you already were. And as you pant, and gasp- Doppi’s now hoarse and deepened by overuse voice echoes within the room, “God…. That was absolutely amazing…” he chuckles, ruffling his hair once more before slumping onto the chair, looking down at you with a gaze you could describe as nothing other than affectionate. As you rest your cheek onto his left knee, you drink up the disheveled sight that’s presented before your very eyes. Ruffled, messy hair- a flushed, sweaty face- unbuttoned shirt, unzipped pants and rolled down necoarc boxers and softening member- he looks downright delectable. You watch with wavering focus as Doppio reaches somewhere out of your limited vision- and brings back down a tissue he uses to clean himself up.
You’re snapped out of your reverie as the subject of your desires bends down- and you blink as a gentle kiss is pressed against your forehead, accompanied with a soft murmur of “Well done sweetheart.” that melts your heart completely as he brings up another tissue you’re not sure when he’d obtained- and uses it to clean your face as gently as possible. You, of course, don’t struggle and simply let him do as he pleases, content to simply soak in the light buzz within your veins as the dabbing of soft fabric helps you slowly get down from the intense high of euphoria.
Then, as soon as he’s done- Doppio throws the tissues away, zips his pants back up, and sits comfortably in his chair once more. Smiling, he says, “Thank you for this… It definitely helped me lose some edge.”, stopping to take a short breath as a slightly hysteric giggle leaves his lips, “Hehe, you really sucked the life out of me yknow? I don’t have any energy left…. Phew! Alright, cmere.” and bending down once more- he slips his arms under your armpits to lift you up without even the tiniest effort, before depositing you onto his lap, now facing towards the desk you’d been kneeling under this entire time. (Speaking of your knees, damn do they hurt now…)
You don’t waste a single second making yourself comfortable, your gaze drifting over the pile of paperwork that had been completed while you were busy warming up his cock… Damn, that’s actually a lot of paper… And knowing how much Doppio hates paperwork, it’s actually impressive how much he got done. Warmth spreads through your chest- you’re so goddamn proud of how hardworking your duke is….
Blinking, the nuzzle of a soft cloud of magenta hair demands your attention- and you tilt your head downwards at his gentle, whispered request. It’s a water bottle. The moment your gaze settles onto it, you’re made aware of how sore your throat is- and you don’t hesitate before snatching it up, ignoring the surprised “Woah!” next to your ear as you uncap the bottle and nearly choke as you bring it to your lips. It’s heaven. Doppio’s cum might have been an oasis to you, but right now? Water is your best friend.
“Hmmm…” a quiet hum with a hint of something indescribable breaks your focus, and you listen as Pio seemingly pokes the crook of your neck with his nose, nearly curling himself around you… Before taking a deep sniff. A wave of shivers go down your spine as a squeak of surprise leaves your lips- and you nearly not only choke on the water still trickling down your aching throat- but also crush said water bottle.
Coughing, a bemused and flabbergasted smile blooming onto your face, you let out a,“Doppi!! What the hell-??” before a familiar, infuriatingly cute cackle resonates within your skull. You huff in disbelief as a gentle peck is pressed against your temple, apologetic and yet not at all.
“S-Sorry!” the menace says, nuzzling your head as he speaks, “I couldn’t help it hehe… You just smell so good yknow? What else was I supposed to do!!” and- you won’t bother. Honestly, what’s the point of arguing when you know he’s definitely not sorry and will most definitely do it again? Exactly. Besides- it’s not like you’re any better after all…. That’d be calling the kettle black and, well. That’d be silly, now wouldn’t it.
Strong arms wrap themselves around your middle, bringing you close until you’re tucked comfortably under the taller man’s chin, eyelids fluttering close as something warm is draped over you- oh. It’s Doppio’s jacket. Your heart threatens to burst out of your ribcage, he knows exactly how much it means to you when he gives it to you, and yet… Reaching forward, you carefully wrap it around your body, snuggling deep into the warmth of not only the fabric, but also of the body wrapped around you, creating a cocoon of complete peace.
A comfortable silence settles over the both of you, as the tiredness of the afternoon catches up to you- and while you don’t quite fall asleep, you decide that cuddling all through the evening is just as good as an impromptu nap- especially when spent with a loved one.
Overall? You’d say it was a pretty good day.