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Goffredo considered his actions as he gazed at the three men who were visibly disappointed by him. The Patriarch was not ashamed of his conservative views, and yet, when faced with the enraged faces of two cardinals and the Pope himself, he did slightly regret being so adamant about upholding them. He had been stubbornly opposing a reform the Pope had been wanting to pass and he knew that it was because of him that the matter had fallen to a stalemate. Normally this would not have phased him, however when the three men had him cornered he scolded himself for clearly pushing his luck.
“ Fratelli surely-“ Bellini cut him off with a shove.
“Shut it Tedesco. Do you know how important this reform would be if it were passed?” Tedesco did know. The Pope and his henchmen had wanted to do more to help refugees and immigrants in Europe. Naturally, the conservative had avidly opposed this idea and he and his supporters had made it practically impossible for anything meaningful to be done in that regard. And it was not his only transgression. Goffredo had taken a liking to spreading rumours and slander about the Pope, his Dean and Secretary of State, online.
“Tell me mi amigo . What should we do to deal with your constant misbehaviour?” A shiver ran down the Venetian's spine. He had annoyed the Pope on many occasions and yet he had never seen Benítez so angry. Same with Tomaso . He stepped back cautiously, realising too late that he had allowed himself to be completely trapped in the corner of the Papal office. Beginning to feel nervous, Goffredo reached for his vape but his hand was quickly swatted away by Vincent. “None of that. I asked you a question.”
The Pope’s voice was eerily calm as his expression reflected his disdain. Uncharacteristic for the usually even tempered and gentle man. Maybe it was understandable then, why he felt his trousers get a little tighter. Tedesco struggled to find his voice.
“I suppose a p-” he swallowed and cleared his throat as he felt his mouth go dry. “A p-punishment your Holiness and Eminences deem fit.” Benítez’s fingers gently gripped his chin.
“ Bravo ragazzo,” the way his mother tongue sounded coming out of Vincent’s mouth made his knees feel weak. It was ridiculous. Tedesco was not a frocio. However crowded by the three like that made him hope that any “punishment” would be entirely unprofessional. “What do the two of you think? How should we deal with our misbehaving patriarch?” The Pope’s eyes never left Goffredo as he waited for a response from his cardinals.
Lawrence reached for Tedesco’s pectoral cross.
“Stubborness is a sin of his,” he caressed the metal pensively. “I believe only something stern would be effective.” Bellini nodded in agreement.
“I concur with his Eminence your Holiness.” Vincent released Goffredo’s chin.
“It seems the three of us are in agreement then. You are welcome to protest this cardinal, I would not dare force you into something without your consent. However I have reason to believe you will be most appreciative of my methods.”
As if to emphasise his suspicions, Benítez brushed his slender fingers over Tedesco’s erect cock through his cassock. The Italian had to fight back an appreciative moan as he warred internally over his desires. “If you are comfortable with it, would you remove your clothing?” Cazzo . The request in the man’s gentle tone seemed almost mundane. As if the question was not implying the breaking of Goffredo’s vow of chastity. Considering the fact that neither Aldo nor Thomas seemed to be surprised at the Pope’s words, Tedesco assumed that he was correct in fueling the rumour that the Pope and his senior cardinals had a relationship unbefitting for high ranking men of the Catholic Church.
“Your Holiness, are you asking me to break my vows? Quanto è scandaloso. ” He removed his zucchetto.
“Only if you are so inclined. If not, I will not force you,” Vincent regarded him with concern. Tedesco would never admit how easy it was to yield to Benítez’s request. Any protest was entirely feigned as he felt his blood rush south. He began on the buttons of his cassock, smirking as he watched Lawrence’s cheeks begin to flush.
“I have no clear objections.” Bellini frowned.
“Tedesco, you do understand what you are getting involved in, yes?” The American seemed perplexed at the stout cardinal’s willingness to comply.
“ Sì, non sono stupido. ” Aldo seemed to accept the reply and bent to help undo the lower buttons on Goffredo’s cassock. Once the Italian was left in his black shirt and pants underneath, the three guided him towards the Pope’s desk. The unspoken command was there and Goffredo understood perfectly. He stripped his shirt before bending to remove his shoes and socks. Once he was left in his boxers he hesitated, fingers toying with the waistband.
“Come on. You’re almost done.” He was startled as Benítez reached out to gently stroke his side. The fabric covering his cock had become uncomfortably wet as he scolded himself for wanting this so badly. Pushing aside his insecurities, Goffredo pulled off his boxers and bent over the desk, feeling himself flush down to his shoulders in embarrassment. “ Qué bonito Goffredo.” The Pope squeezed Tedesco’s asscheek for emphasis.
He felt Vincent guide his arms behind his back, crossing them over and tying them behind his back with his fascia. Goffredo whimpered at the action, testing the bonds and finding that he was indeed restrained.
“Y-your Holiness,” he was already breathless, cock dripping against the table as he pushed his ass back towards the men.
“Never thought I’d see you this eager,” Bellini sounded extremely amused. “You want a spanking that badly?” Tedesco groaned, face heating up more.
“Just get on with it!” Benítez laughed at Tedesco’s impatience.
“Should we get you to count each hit?” Lawrence sounded more confident than usual. Of course. Watching his adversary in such a vulnerable position would undoubtedly boost his self assuredness.
Goffredo gasped as Vincent ran his fingers up his back.
“We’ll each have a turn to punish you and you will count each hit. Is that understood?” The Italian nodded, trembling with both fear and anticipation. A sharp pinch on his ass made him whine. “Use your words.”
“Y-yes Your Holiness.” There was no reply as a sharp smack landed on Tedesco’s left asscheek. He couldn’t hold back the loud cry he let out at the impact. “ Cazzo! Uno!” Benítez was merciless, barely giving him a chance to breathe before slapping him again, this time on the right. Tears pricked at his eyes as he let another shout. “ D-due!”
He was vaguely aware of his volume but the thought vanished from his mind as a third strike hit. His skin felt like it was burning already, only three strikes in. It was clear the Pope was strong and he was not holding back any of his strength for Goffredo’s sake.
“ T-tre!” Bellini cursed.
“Wait a moment Vincent,” he walked around to face the patriarch. Aldo pulled the pectoral cross still around his neck from under him and held it up for Goffredo to see.
“You’re way too loud,” was all that was said before the cross was pushed into the bound man's mouth. The action was forceful and Goffredo whined around the makeshift gag as his mouth stretched around the metal. As soon as Bellini backed away the Pope continued with a series of resounding smacks. Muffled sobs and whines escaped Tedesco with each hit and he realised with mortification that he was only becoming more and more aroused.
After a total of twenty hits Benítez pulled away from the patriarch’s now rosy skin. Tears flowed freely down Goffredo’s cheeks but he kept his ass pushed out, sensing that it wasn’t over yet. A stifled squeal escaped him as another spank landed on his ass. He tried to tilt his head to the side, desperate to see who it was and was greeted with a glimpse of Lawrence’s furiously blushing face. Tedesco had never considered himself a masochist but at the complete mercy of his rivals with the stinging pain of his behind, he realised he could not have imagined anything more erotic himself.
Lawrence was rough, perhaps more so than the Pope. His hits had more force and Tedesco could tell the man was driven by anger. The metallic taste of his cross helped ground him as he lost himself in the feeling of each smack. He squirmed against the desk as he sobbed, body trembling with each smack.
“ Shit, ” the cardinal's voice sounded strained. “You look too good like this. And those sounds, fuck .” Goffredo could only whimper.
His cock dripped against the edge of the table. Abandoning all inhibitions, he allowed himself to admit internally that he desperately wanted their cocks inside him. If this was his punishment for annoying them maybe he needed to do it more often. Benítez walked around to face him as Lawrence spanked him again. Goffredo let out a humiliated whimper, he knew he looked a complete mess. The Pope pushed a curl out of his cardinal’s face, watching as brown eyes widened at the moment of impact.
Drool dripped onto oak as Tedesco gradually became more of a boneless mess against the wood. Benítez began to recite a prayer but Goffredo was too brainless to comprehend the words. He felt utterly mortified that his only superior before God was seeing him in such an unsightly state. A shiver ran down his spine as Benítez caressed his cheek, while the act itself was gentle, to Tedesco it felt like another level of degradation.
As his body jolted with Lawrence’s twentieth spank, Tedesco felt dread in the depths of his stomach as he realised Bellini was next. If he thought the other two men were harsh, he knew Bellini would be worse. Out of all of them he knew he had hurt Bellini the most and the longest. He heard the clinking of a belt behind him and shivered. He could tell the other man had grabbed his belt from his pants on the floor and shuddered when he realised Bellini wanted to whip Tedesco with his own belt.
The first hit triggered a loud shout from Tedesco. The sound of the belt hitting his already tender flesh scared him more than he wanted to admit. Bellini poured out every ounce of his anger into each blow making Tedesco let out loud choked sobs. Vincent stroked Goffredo’s hair comfortingly as the older man gasped, screamed and choked around his pectoral cross.
“You take a spanking so well who would’ve thought. The homophobic Patriarch of Venice is not only a frocio but a slut too.” Vaguely Tedesco wondered if he would be able to walk after this let alone sit and yet the majority of his attention was honed in on his throbbing cock. Bellini gripped Tedesco’s hair and pulled his head back as he kept whipping him. The older man was forced into an uncomfortable arch as his Pope raked his eyes over his flushed and hairy chest.
Tedesco whimpered as Benítez reached over and pinched one of his nipples, adding to the overwhelming sensations he was experiencing. His whole body ached for relief and he pleaded wordlessly around his gag. Desperate for them to express their anger more intimately. Goffredo, through his lust-clouded mind, realised that he would indeed look forward to the bruises that were sure to coat his ass and thighs tomorrow.
“You should see yourself Tedesco. We’ve really made a mess of you.” The bound man let out another whine at that comment before another broken scream escaped him as Bellini flicked his wrist down again. “I can see your cock dripping from here. Do you want us to fuck you?” He punctuated the question with another sharp strike. Goffredo nodded and sobbed. Bellini let go of his hair before delivering the last of the twenty strikes with more punishing force. Tedesco was left boneless, shivering and sobbing against the oak.
A gentle hand pulled the cross from between Goffredo’s lips, making his cries more audible. Benítez made his way back around the table, keeping a grounding hand on Tedesco’s back as he left his field of vision.
“ Querido, are you comfortable with going further?” The Italian nodded desperately.
“ Per favore, per favore, amore mio,” he ignored the fact that he indirectly confessed, opting instead to spread his legs wider and push back towards Vincent.
He felt hands spreading his tender ass and whined.
“Bless us, O Lord, and these, Thy gifts, which we are about to receive from Thy bounty,” Tedesco let out a shocked moan at Vincent’s choice of prayer. It made his face heat up in humiliation before he felt gentle lips against his hole.
“ Cazzo! Padre, che cosa stai facendo?” He received no answer as Vincent began to eat him out in earnest. The Pope’s tongue was clearly skilled and when he added a finger alongside it Goffredo felt as if he was about to transcend the mortal plane.
Vincent artfully stimulated the patriarch’s prostate drawing a litany of curses and ‘ amore mio’ s. Goffredo tried desperately to meet Vincent’s thrusts, abandoning any remaining sense of shame.
“ Bravo ragazzo! Così bello per me.” Slender fingers continued to scissor Tedesco open, making it near impossible for the older man to keep his orgasm at bay.
“ Papa per favore,” Tedesco sobbed. Deciding to be merciful, Vincent removed his fingers from his cardinal, drawing out a desperate whine.
“Thomas and Aldo will go first. You are not permitted to climax until it is my turn. Is that clear Goffredo?” Tedesco groaned at the idea of having to hold back any longer but he nodded.
“ Sì Papa. ” Out of Tedesco’s sight, Benítez felt his face heat up at the similarity between the Italian for Pope and a way to refer to a father.
Lawrence grazed his fingers across Tedesco’s hips and ass gently.
“ Tommaso please.” There was a sound of fabric rustling before Thomas’ erection was brushing against Goffredo’s hole. He canted his hips back, trying to penetrate himself in a rush to gain some relief. “ Per favore. Sarò buono per te. ” He let out a filthy moan as the Dean suddenly pushed in.
“Oh fuck you’re tight,” Lawrence sounded breathless, waiting a moment for Tedesco to adjust.
“ Primo. Sei il mio primo. ” Lawrence groaned and dug his nails into Tedesco’s side at that comment. He started moving, drawing loud cries of pleasure from Goffredo.
“Fuck… fuck… you can’t say shit like that Ted...” Thomas’ pace was constant and precise, hitting his prostate with accuracy each thrust. Tedesco clenched around him, trying to make him cum as fast as possible so that he would get his relief sooner.
If anyone was to walk near the door to the room they would undoubtedly hear the filthy noises leaving Tedesco as he melted completely under Lawrence’s touch. Thomas panted above him, groaning and whimpering each time Tedesco clenched.
“ Ah! T-Tommaso… good… so… so good!” Lawrence sped up, clearly reaching his climax. Tedesco knew he’d have the marks of Lawrence’s nails and fingers on his hips for a while.
Tedesco bit hard into his bottom lip, trying to hold back his orgasm as Lawrence filled him up.
“Fuck. You’re so good, Tedesco.” As the cardinal pulled out, Goffredo felt his seed begin to spill down his thighs. Instinctively he clenched trying to keep it from leaking, drawing an audible reaction from the men behind him at the lewdness of the act.
“Perfect whore Goffredo,” Aldo sounded both aroused and amused. “Thomas got you all wet for me, should I make you messier?”
Bellini didn’t wait for a reply, slamming in in one go before gripping Tedesco’s hair and beginning a punishing pace. Tedesco gasped and wailed at the brutal assault on his prostate, the tugging of his hair making tears prick in the corners of his eyes. His muscles ached as he strained against Bellini’s thrusts.
“ Aldino… nghh- oh. Per favore… Papa, sono vicino. ” Goffredo was wailing, orgasm threatening to overcome him as Aldo groaned degrading things into his ear.
“What a slut Tedesco. Am I- ah- am I going to make you come from just this?” Goffredo could only gasp and whimper in reply. He wanted so badly to do as Benítez asked and yet the pleasure was too immense and he sobbed for mercy.
“Cardinal Bellini, do not make it too difficult for our poor patriarch to follow my orders.” The Pope sounded stern as he admonished his cardinal before he began to rub Tedesco’s back soothingly where it ached from the uncomfortable curve Bellini had him in by the hair.
The touch was soothing and grounding as Aldo continued to pummel him without a shred of mercy.
“Breathe Goffredo. Stai andando così bene che sono così orgoglioso.” Vincent’s voice was gentle and his breath against Goffredo’s ear made him shiver. He whimpered at the thought of making his Pope proud of him, even in such a deplorable state. Clenching around Aldo, he was desperate to speed things along, wanting to give Vincent a true reason to be proud of him.
“Vincent- nghh… I- I want you- ah! Pe-per favore!” Aldo grunted beside his ear. He gave Tedesco’s ass a harsh slap, making him scream.
“I’m close. You’ll get what you’re so desperate for soon. Be patient.” Tedesco nodded, tears completely blurring his vision as he tried his best to make Bellini finish as quickly as possible. Vincent never moved his hand away, ensuring Tedesco felt safe as Aldo used him solely for his pleasure.
Aldo gripped Tedesco firmly as he kept thrusting through his orgasm, more semen adding to the load dripping down Tedesco’s thighs. As Bellini pulled out Goffredo began helplessly wailing and sobbing as he reached his limit. Vincent soothed him as he pulled his cock out with one hand.
“It’s ok ragazzo. You can cum as soon as I’m inside but I will continue until I finish. You’re so beautiful I don’t think I will last long.” He stopped his rambling by pushing in gently, Goffredo clenching and climaxing as soon as he was fully sheathed inside. Tedesco felt his mind go blank from pleasure as Benítez fucked him through his orgasm. Out of the three, the Pope was the most vocal, moaning and praising Tedesco as he fucked him.
Vincent kissed as far down Goffredo’s spine as he could reach without hindering his pace, telling him how good he felt around him. He bit marks into the side of Tedesco’s neck letting out a small whimper as Tedesco clenched around his cock.
“So good Tedesco. You’ve done so well.” His thrusts became more erratic as he neared his own end.
“ Papa per favore,” Tedesco’s voice was full of exhaustion as he spoke. “ Fammi tuo.” Benítez let out a whine, his thrusts speeding up.
“Fuck, fuck. Ragazzo, don’t say such words,” he let out another loud groan before Goffredo felt him releasing inside, head pressed against his back. Vincent hurried to undo the belt around Goffredo’s arms, rubbing them gently once they were free. He tucked himself back into his pants, readjusting his garments before standing next to the desk, speaking to Lawrence and Bellini.
A gentle hand stroked Goffredo’s hair reassuringly.
“I trust that we all understand the importance of ensuring that what happened today does not go past these walls.” The Italian had his eyes closed but he assumed from the pause and the way Benítez began to speak again, the other two must have nodded. “If you would, please tell the staff outside that Cardinal Tedesco and I are continuing negotiations throughout the night and do not wish to be disturbed.” There were brief words of agreement and farewells before Goffredo heard the door click shut.
Benítez sighed but it sounded gentle and fond as he helped lift Tedesco off the desk. The cardinal groaned, clinging desperately to his Pope as he struggled to find his balance. Benítez helped him lay down on the couch in his office, using his free hand to put a blanket under where his soiled lower half would rest. Tedesco hugged the couch cushion under his chest trying to hide his embarrassment.
“Wait here a moment, I’ll get something to clean you up.” Benítez procured a packet of wet wipes from his desk drawer, using one to wipe off his desk before throwing it into the deskside bin and returning to Tedesco’s side. His touch was soft as he wiped off the cum from Tedesco’s cock, thighs and ass. Humming a gentle tune to break the awkward silence as he cleaned him off, making him feel comforted. Once he was clean, Benítez discarded the soiled wipes before beginning to remove his regalia.
He stripped to his underwear and undershirt.
“Is this okay? I thought it’d be best if we were equals in this regard.” Goffredo grazed his eyes up along Vincent’s body. He cleared his throat and yet his voice still sounded croaky as he spoke softly.
“You could take it all off… If you wish.” Vincent smiled shyly and Goffredo swore he noticed a faint blush as he stripped entirely as asked.
Goffredo surprised himself, feeling himself grow hard again against the couch as he took in the image of his naked Pope. The entire thing felt sacrilegious and he hated himself for how he wished to kneel before Vincent’s cock in worship as if it were an altar of God. Vincent made his way over to the couch.
“Can I lay next to you? Or would you prefer I cuddle you like a koala?” His voice came out with a slight chuckle to it as he beamed at Tedesco. The older man shuffled to the side and made room on the cramped couch for Vincent to cuddle up beside him. He tried to stay perfectly still, the closeness of their bodies making him more aroused.
“No need to act like a corpse, Goffredo. I can tell you’re aroused again.” Tedesco groaned. His voice was muffled against the couch.
“It’s embarrassing. A man of my age and instead of needing small little pills just looking at you is enough for me to push my luck physically.” Vincent laughed again, kissing Tedesco’s shoulder.
“I’m deeply flattered, mi amor.” Goffredo turned his head to the side, letting down his walls as he made eye contact with Vincent’s beaming face. He felt his cheeks flush as Vincent let his legs tangle with his, a warm hand coming to cup his cheek.
With a sudden burst of confidence, Goffredo used both hands to gently hold Vincent’s head, bringing his own face closer so that their lips could meet. Immediately Vincent kissed back. The act was gentle and intimate, mouths moving lazily against each other, despite Goffredo’s arousal and Vincent’s own erection which was slowly hardening against Goffredo’s hip. They parted with a small trail of saliva keeping them connected.
“What shall we do about your little friend Goffredo?” The older man flushed at the embarrassing wording of the question. He held Vincent close, rolling him on top of him as he himself rolled onto his back, wincing as his ass touched the couch. Vincent looked both shocked and aroused as he planted his hands on either side of Goffredo’s head. Goffredo spread his legs, his blush betraying how embarrassed he felt at the act.
“Make love to me.” He hated how meek his voice sounded. All of his rude facade had faded away and left exposed both physically and emotionally in front of the only man who made him feel so weak terrified him.
Vincent placed a tender kiss on Goffredo’s forehead.
“It would be my pleasure mi amor.” Goffredo gasped as Vincent began gently kissing his neck, finding the spot that made him whimper. He grasped at Vincent’s hair, not tugging him, simply holding him closer. He shivered as lips moved down his chest to take a nipple into his mouth, Vincent looking up to make eye contact as he teased the pink nub.
“Vincent…” Without responding he took the other nipple in his mouth, holding Goffredo’s hip with one hand.
Vincent smiled as he pleasured Goffredo. As if he couldn’t imagine being happier anywhere else. It made the older man’s heart skip a beat, both with hope but also anxiety. He believed he must’ve been deluding himself into believing Vincent’s words and actions were anything more than purely sympathetic. He was Innocent, the most loving and tender Pope in living memory, maybe in all of history. Of course he would make sacrifices like this to please a stray member of his flock, or a misbehaving cardinal.
As Vincent kissed down to his stomach Goffredo felt a few tears begin to stream down his face. He had never really felt insecure about his body before, never had to, his vow of chastity made him feel more comfortable in his skin. Now in front of Vincent, someone he considered so much more beautiful than him, ethereal even, he felt like shying away. As if he wasn’t worth the love he was being shown. Vincent startled as soon as he noticed Goffredo’s tears.
“Hey hey mi amor, what’s wrong?” Goffredo dug the heels of his hands into his eyes trying to stop his tears.
“Why me?” He fought to hold back a sob after the question. “Why not Lawrence? Or Bellini?” He hated how he sounded; he was nothing like his usual self. “Surely they would be more worthy of such treatment. If this is some joke or trick please stop this now,” his voice was grating to his own ears. He sounded pathetic. Stupid man. Bottled up his feelings, labelled others as sinners, while all the while at his core he was nothing more than a cowardly frocio. At least others had the courage to admit it. “I don’t think I could bear it if your kindness was simply a lie.”
Vincent guided his hands away from his face, wiping away the tears from his cheeks.
“Goffredo, I could not imagine doing this with anyone else.” He rested their foreheads together. “You’re truly insufferable, and quite a pain to work with,” he laughed. “But honestly from the bottom of my heart mi amor, I don’t know why but I can’t help but love you.” Goffredo sobbed and clung to Vincent. “I have never had the urge to be intimate with anyone else like this. If it comforts you, today was my first time also.” Goffredo was shocked. He had expected from Vincent’s behaviour that he must have been experienced. “I would not desire to break my vows with anyone else.” Goffredo could not form a coherent word as he hugged Vincent close.
“ Vincenzo ti amo, ti amo, ti amo.” He kissed Vincent's neck. Vincent moaned.
“ Yo también te quiero, cariño. ” When they made eye contact again, Goffredo could only see naked honesty in the warm brown eyes that seemed to smile at him. They both laughed, slightly embarrassed as their erections brushed against each other, interest seemingly returning after their hurried confessions. “ Querido, can I make good on my promise to make love to you now?”
“ Sì caro.”
Vincent gave a short kiss to Goffredo’s lips, slightly salty with tears. He continued right where he left off, kissing down his stomach, keeping their eyes locked in an intimate gaze. Once he reached between Goffredo’s legs, he placed a kiss to the head of his cock before moving lower. Goffredo’s eyes widened in shock before he felt Vincent’s lips on his hole again. Now that they were less rushed and there were no peering eyes, Vincent took his time with Goffredo. He focused solely on Goffredo’s pleasure, ignoring the ache between his own thighs. Fingers tangled in Vincent’s hair, holding him firmly as he sucked on Goffredo’s hole, as if the older man feared he’d stop at any second.
“ V-Vincenzo!” Goffredo’s gasps and moans were purer than any hymn to Vincent’s ears. He seemed to simply melt under his touch, offering himself entirely to his lover. Vincent relished in being able to lick away any remnants of the other two men from inside of Goffredo. It felt as if he was claiming him as his own in some twisted, primal way. He used his fingers to search for Goffredo’s prostate, massaging it as he continued to eat him out. The cardinal seemed more open with his responses than earlier. Vincent let out a small moan against the wet skin at the thought that Goffredo had held back something to save just for Vincent. “N-never thought something s-so filthy could feel so- nghh- so good .”
The younger had to fight the urge to grind against the couch at the other’s words, his ministrations being spurred on by the praise.
“ Ah, I’m glad I’m pleasing you querido.” He continued to finger Goffredo but moved his mouth further up to take his cock in his mouth. The surprised moan he let out at the sensation was enough for Vincent to put aside any apprehension due to his lack of experience, and simply try to learn what brought the other man pleasure. At first he struggled to fit it inside his mouth but he made up for it by swirling his tongue across the length. Never once breaking eye contact, he memorised every inch of Goffredo’s cock with his tongue, drawing out whines and whimpers. The fingers tangled in his hair tugged harder as Goffredo struggled to work out what to do with the pleasure he was receiving from both ends.
“Do what pleases you,” was the only warning Goffredo got before Vincent swallowed his cock whole. Carefully, Goffredo used his grip on Vincent’s hair to begin fucking him on his cock. Vincent choked slightly but maintained eye contact with Goffredo, smiling as tears began to prick his eyes as his gag reflex was tested. The moans around his cock seemed to reverberate throughout Goffredo’s body making him feel ultra sensitive, whining and whimpering as he sped up the movement of Vincent’s head.
“ Good, you’re so good! Vincenzo!” Vincent continued to fuck Goffredo with his fingers as he struggled to breathe around his length. “Please… Vincenzo… Inside now… wanna cum with you inside…” He pulled off with a laugh. The sight made Goffredo’s heart skip a beat.
“Impatient? It’s okay, I am too.” As he slipped his fingers out, he kissed away the whine that left Goffredo’s lips, letting him taste himself. “Do you mind if I lift your leg?” Vincent patted his shoulder, indicating the position he wished to take him in. Goffredo blushed.
“I don’t care, I just need you.”
Vincent carefully lifted Goffredo’s right leg onto his shoulder, spreading him open. He pushed in slowly, watching how Goffredo seemed to welcome the stretch. Once he was fully settled he waited for the green light from Goffredo to move. As he did, he ran a hand from the curls at the top of his head to his facial hair, placing a soft kiss on his forehead as he did so.
“I feel so lucky to have you beneath me like this cariño.” Goffredo simply moaned, pushing his hips back against Vincent.
“ Move,” the word was barely above a whisper but it was well received.
Vincent moved slowly, tilting his hips slightly so that at the end of each leisurely thrust he’d press against his lover’s prostate. Goffredo hugged him close, testing his own flexibility as his leg was pushed up to his chest, sandwiched between them. His moans and whimpers were unguarded against Vincent’s ears, sounding sweeter than any hymn the Pope had heard. Back arching under Vincent, Goffredo gripped firmly at his shoulders, making sure there was as little distance between them as possible. His other leg was hooked around Vincent’s waist.
“ Tesoro, please, more, ” and when he asked so sweetly like that, who was Vincent to ever deny him.
As he fucked him harder, Goffredo’s noises increased in volume, his nails digging into Vincent’s back as he met his hips with every thrust. Vincent could not help but begin to kiss and suck at Goffredo’s neck, open mouthed as he himself also could not hold back his sounds of pleasure. He was sure that he had left a hickey which would be visible over the Italian’s garments and yet in that moment, completely enveloped by him, he could not find it in him to care.
“ Querido, you feel so good,” he let out a moan against Goffredo’s ear. “I wish we could stay entwined like this for eternity.” Goffredo whimpered. The visual it evoked in his mind made him feel closer to his climax and yet he wished to draw it out as long as possible.
“I would- ah, be content,” he moaned yet again, “to die like this in your arms.”
Vincent felt a lump in his throat. If they were young perhaps the statement would feel less weighted with emotion. However, taking in the image of Goffredo before him, aged and yet still as beautiful as he imagined he was in his youth, he knew there was no stopping time. A tear rolled down his cheek. It was almost inevitable that Goffredo would leave him first. Older and with his insufferable vaping habit, Vincent knew it was fanciful to imagine they’d still have a long road ahead of them together. He forced the feelings away with a weak chuckle.
“Don’t be so dramatic, querido .”
He let his hands wander across Goffredo’s body, trying to memorise every inch as he continued fucking into him. Goffredo moaned ‘ Vincenzo’ like a prayer as he arched into the touch. Vincent had to will his mind to put aside the perverted idea that by making love to his cardinal as Pope he was in some way sanctifying him. Relishing each sound that Goffredo made as proof that he was doing something holy. The hands around his shoulders left suddenly and he heard a whine escape from Goffredo. Just as he was about to ask what happened, he looked down and saw his lover with one hand on each side of his chest pinching his own nipples.
“ Oh fuck.”
Vincent swore the vulgar sight would stay imprinted in his mind for eternity. Goffredo looked extremely embarrassed however, to Vincent’s shock and arousal he maintained eye contact, not looking away even when a particularly high pitched whimper left him. He didn’t even notice his hips had stilled until Goffredo start frantically fucking himself on his cock.
“So pretty querido. Are you touching yourself for me?” Goffredo whimpered and nodded, mouth agape as he moaned and gasped. An intimate display only for Vincent’s eyes.
“ Cazzo. I-I never told you to stop.” Vincent took the statement as a challenge, fucking him harder than he was before.
“Don’t you dare move your hands querido . Keep playing with yourself.” It was clear neither one of them was going to hold off much longer, so Vincent trailed his hand down and began to stroke Goffredo’s cock. Their lips met in a messy kiss as Vincent swallowed every desperate noise leaving Goffredo. Broken Italian filled the space between moans as he was lost in a haze of pleasure, mindlessly groping at his own chest as he gave himself over to Vincent.
Vincent knew he would cum soon, relishing in the feeling of Goffredo around him. He moaned back into the kiss as he thumbed the tip of Goffredo’s cock.
“ T-tesoro, t-tesoro. ” Goffredo shivered and whimpered, clenching around Vincent’s cock.
“Cum for me Goffredo. You’re so pretty I’m not going to last much longer.” Vincent kept thrusting as Goffredo squeezed around him, crying out ‘ Vincenzo’ as he came. He followed soon after, resting his head against Goffredo’s chest once he came down from the high. One hand held him tight around his waist as another stroked his hair lazily.
“I love you, Goffredo.” He was met with silence at first but immediately the hand in his hair held him close against the soft chest beneath him.
“I love you too Vincent.” They remained cuddling. Cum dripped down onto the blanket beneath Goffredo and their stomachs were covered in his spend but Vincent wouldn’t wish to be anywhere else at that moment. “Tesoro,” Vincent hummed in acknowledgement. “My… um…” he sounded flustered. “My bottom is sore.” Vincent shot up, seemingly forgetting the flogging the three of them gave Goffredo. Quickly he rushed to clean him off again before grabbing the blanket and helping him roll onto his stomach.
“Querido I’m so sorry I forgot.” Goffredo chuckled, grabbing Vincent’s hand and pulling him to lie half on top of him, half on the empty space remaining on the couch.
“Shh, it’s not like I was in excruciating pain. See, now that I’m like this it's fine.” Vincent conceded and covered them both in the blanket. He buried his head in the crook of Goffredo’s neck, his arms hugging around either side of his stomach.
“Wake me up if it hurts more.” Goffredo awkwardly tilted his head to kiss Vincent’s forehead.
“Sì, I will. Now let’s sleep.” Embracing the man who was once a thorn in his side, now his lover, Vincent Benítez had never felt so content.
“I’ll love you for the rest of eternity.” And although he knew Vincent wouldn’t see it, Goffredo smiled.