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“How much do you desire me?”
Dio looked up from where they were sat, placing his book delicately to the side of him. Giving his full attention to Pucci.
“More than I can ever express to you my darling.” Dio responded, his interest piqued at such a line of questioning. Pucci merely nodded in response and continued to look away. But Dio sensed there was something else on the younger ones mind. “Why?”
Pucci raised his eyes to briefly meet Dio’s and then let them dart away to focus elsewhere.
“It was just a question.”
“I don’t think so. There’s something else upon your mind isn’t there Enrico?”
Pucci responded by a shake of his head, but as Dio inched closer towards him, he could hear the his heartbeat in shambles. He placed his hand upon the chest of Pucci who finally relented and met his eyes at the touch.
Dio leant forward, pressing his forehead against Pucci’s. “You know you can always talk to me about everything. I want nothing more than to be your confidant in every matter that upsets you.”
Pucci exhaled through his nose, their noses touching each-other, breath warming the vampires face. His eyes continued to stare instead at Dio’s lips rather than his eyes.
“I…I’m not special.” He muttered.
“Pardon?” Dio inquired.
“This mansion. It’s full to the brim of your dedicated followers, servants and workers. All of them are so devoted to you, just as I am yet you only see fit to spend unnecessary, frivolous time with me doing unimportant tasks that you could be doing with someone else more important.”
“You’re my friend.” Dio stated simply as if the doubt Pucci was experiencing about himself was unneeded.
“Yes I know but… well we engage in sexual relations just as you do with everyone else but you treat me differently in that regard aswell. When I hear you with anyone else it’s so…one-sided. They serve only your pleasure and you’ve stated to me that’s what you seek also with others. But with me, you seek my pleasure rather than your own. I don’t understand it.”
“Do I really have to spell it out for you? It’s because I care about you. More than anyone else. How can I prove how much you mean to me Enrico?”
“I don’t need proof its not like that… I just don’t understand why me over everyone else… I can’t fathom what it is about me that you found so enthralling. It perplexes me…that’s all.” Pucci waved his arms around before settling to rest his own head onto his hand.
Dio frowned. “I don’t understand where this has stemmed from.”
Pucci sighed in response and stood up away from Dio, who followed after him. He wrapped his arms around the smaller waist of the priest. Stopping him from escaping anymore than what he was trying to.
“Enrico please. What’s troubled you?”
“…”
“Don’t make me ask again Enrico.” Dio ordered as he patience faltered.
“I just… I overheard some people talking that’s all.”
“Saying what?”
“Just… just that ever since I stepped foot in this mansion when I was a teenager I have been flaunting myself around you like I’m better than everyone else. Fawning over you pathetically and taking up so much of your precious valuable time that I need not deserve or even desire.” Pucci clasped his hands together as he felt his anxiety bubble.
Dio had to keep his anger in check. “Who said this?”
“That doesn’t matter.”
“Why do you worry about such things Enrico? Why do you care what people think? Why must you overthink everything and just not try and enjoy yourself with me?” Dio tightened his grip around his waist and spun him around to meet his face.
“Because they’re right. I do expect such things from you, I always have, and I shouldn’t.
“Enrico I want you to chase your desire, I’ve always said that and I always want you to enjoy yourself with me. I am as much of yours as you are mine.” Dio admitted and stroked his face as he did so. Pucci leant into the touch and smiled as he met his eyes.
“You mean that?”
“Of course… please let me show you how much I’m yours. I know I unashamedly claim you often, but I want you to do the same to me tonight.”
Pucci let out a hitched breath, closing his eyes.
“Dio…”
“Enrico, my beloved, I surrender myself completely to you this evening.” Dio lowered his voice and brought his lips to Pucci’s. The uniting of their lips. But before either could get lost in the heavenly desire, Dio pulled away slightly to speak against his lips.
“Tell me what you want of me.”
“Stay as you are.” Pucci commanded softly, his hands coming to settle upon the large belt around his waist that kept his tunic style clothes wrapped around his torso. Slowly tugging at it and freeing it with the long fabric draping and falling to the floor. Keeping a consistent touching of skin against the other, never one breaking tactile contact between the two.
His hand snuck to briefly caress Dio’s chest before creeping under his top to pull it from where it was tucked into his trousers. A hum of approval at the action graced Pucci’s ears as he continued to pull on the fabric over Dio’s head to which he merely rose his arms to help as he undressed him. Dio was wearing one of his more Egyptian style garbs, one that was more suitable to the climate than his usual leotards not that it mattered for him. Regardless, it made it much more easier to strip him and less cumbersome than his usual skintight bodysuits. Dio left topless before him, flicking his hair and smirking.
He never usually had the opportunity to undress Dio, he himself was often the subject of the undressing. But he wanted to take advantage of this moment, the intimacy in such an act. Worshipping his divine body with both his touch and his sight. Drinking in that view like the sweet nectars of the heavens.
But the smirk that Dio giving him was even more refreshing and sweet.
Pucci’s hands rested on waistband of his trousers, pulling them down and exposing his thick, muscular legs. Left only in his slightly feminine underwear that always brought a heat to Pucci whenever he saw him in it. The juxtaposition of his masculine frame in such feminine clothing was so beautiful to behold. To be brutally honest, he was surprised that Dio had even refrained from wearing nothing underneath like usual. Either way his mouth was generating a lot of saliva at the sight alone. His eyes traced the outline of his cock straining against the lacy fabric.
“I never get to do this for you… you always do it in a time stop.” Pucci mumbled slightly unbeknownst to himself.
“Forgive me.”
Finally, he peeled away that final concealing layer and was greeted to the delicious view of Dio naked and erect before him. Looking down at him slightly due to his towering height. Cock large and throbbing from the teasing of Pucci, almost begging to be touched.
God he was so effortlessly attractive.
“Well well well…. The all powerful Lord Dio is aroused by merely getting undressed. Who would have thought?” Pucci taunted playfully, running his hand across the muscles of his stomach. Revelling in the way they unconsciously tensed under the fleeting touch, lightly contracting from the combination of both his caress and voice as he no doubt felt another ripple of pleasure pool there.
Dio’s face however remained poise, a graceful smile and brief hum of laughter escaping before his eyes settled on Pucci’s own.
“I’m aroused by you Enrico… I always am.” Dio replied in the same hushed tone in the set mood of the evening. Intimately and softly spoken. It was no wonder that such a tone could cause an almost painful ache of arousal to settle and flutter around in his stomach.
Pucci wanted nothing more than to submit himself over to Dio. To fall to his knees now and worship his body like the deity he is. For Dio to look down upon him as he took him deep into his throat, to hear those moans of pleasure from the vampire himself. That would be bliss.
But he couldn’t. This was his opportunity to hold the reins and to take what it is he wanted. A rare opportunity. He was to set the pace of this play.
So he took a step back instead. Eyes tracing every inch of Dio’s bare skin, a deep want for him coursing through his veins. His body was truly magnificent, sculptured by the very Greeks themselves in their own image. Taut muscles always so defined in whatever clothing he adorned. But when they were exposed so openly, he couldn’t help but feel his heart quicken at the sight. The excitement and eroticism so evident in his bodily reactions as he committed that sight to memory every time. His beautiful, long hair cascaded so elegantly down his back and framed the beauty of his face. Oh how he adored the way in which he naturally pursed his lips, making the desire to kiss them ever more palpable. Those eyes that were so mysterious and found himself falling into the amber abyss. The porcelain skin such a stark contrast to his own, so addictively soft and beckoning to be pressed against his own.
His body began to heat up as he examined every inch. Shaky hands of desire mindlessly reached for his shirt. Pausing for a moment as Dio addressed him once again.
“Allow me Enrico… permit me to carry out such a task for you.” Dio whispered.
He wanted to close his eyes as he felt the confident hands of Dio rub across his chest with each undone button a jarring juxtaposition of his own. Feel his hot breath and guilty words of lust and admiration tickle and crawl around his ear. Hitched breath being his only response as his head tilted back, eyes closed with each teasing second. Like so many times before, so often giving into his sin, his indulgence.
Instead Pucci shook his head. “I want you to watch me Dio.”
With confidence mustered with all his might he slowly unbuttoned the first button. Hands slowly working it’s way down the cotton fabric until his entire torso was exposed. Lightly inhaling through his nose, he delicately pushed the shirt from where it lay on his shoulders, letting gravity take its role in falling to pool at his feet. All the while, he kept his eyes fixated on Dio, taking delight when he witnessed him bringing the lower lip between his teeth. Biting to stifle any audible indication of his enjoyment at such a display before him. How erotic the sight.
Pucci with seemingly more confidence stemming from somewhere uncertain, brought his hand to sprawl and outstretch across his neck. Languidly gliding it across his chest and travelling further down his body. Running along the small silver cross adorned around his neck. Exhaling and eyes fluttering slightly as he imagined that his own hand was Dio’s. Revelling in that delicate touch of the vampire that was reserved for him alone. The throaty sound of approval from his lover as he watched his every movement obediently. Fingers brushing against the sparse but soft white hairs along his stomach before coming to rest on the waistband of his trousers. He began to undo his belt.
“I wish I could put on a better show for you.” Pucci admitted openly and bashful.
“Just watching you is already pleasing enough. I don’t need those grand, lavish displays of seduction from you. I only need you, as you are. That’s plenty enough.”
Pucci smirked while a red tinge spread across his face at the comment, flustered. Pulling away his belt and throwing it away effortlessly followed by the stripping of his trousers. Pucci took a steady breath, bringing his thumbs to hook into the sides of his underwear and with a bite of his lip, slowly prised them off his body.
All the while, throughout this entire scenario, their eyes never left the others. Until Pucci stepped out from his underwear and Dio dropped his line of sight, taking his turn to appreciate what Pucci had to offer. The holy man’s erection twitching upon his watchful eyes, continuing to swell in its exposed state. Nothing was concealing his arousal now, and while Dio hungrily eyed up his cock he had to resist the urge to shiver.
“You’re so beautiful.” Dio whispered and smiled earnestly, an intense adoration warmed Pucci’s body at that smile and compliment.
“Nothing compared to you Dio. I pale in comparison to your magnificence.”
Dio chuckled. “You can never accept a compliment without giving me one in return can you?”
“I like to compliment you.” Pucci found himself blushing even more than he already was.
“Luckily for you I enjoy hearing it.”
Pucci smirked and exhaled through his nose, the prelude of a laugh. Dio on the other hand decided to tease him some more in response.
“Are you going to keep complimenting me until I cum or are you going to do something else Enrico?”
His smirk only widened.
“Turn around for me Dio.”
Dio followed his order and exposed his back towards him.
“Is this to your satisfaction Enrico?” Dio smirked as he looked at him over his shoulder, lowering his gaze as he pushed his arse out further teasingly. Pucci responded by walking up to him and pressing himself against his back. Caressing the vast expanse of his muscles back, delicately kissing the flesh. His hand gliding over to that peculiar star shaped birthmark, stroking it before he leant up and brushed his lips against the scar on his neck. Delighting when Dio moaned at the sensation due to the sensitivity of the scar. Tongue running along the scar as Dio shivered.
“Enrico…”
“Yes?”
“I’d like for you to fuck me now.” Dio replied, assertive and confident. leaning his head back onto Pucci’s shoulder and tilting his gaze to meet the youngers eyes. A smirk so evident across his features.
Even if Pucci had the high ground in this situation. Even if he held the baton of pure control the seductive nature of Dio’s commands elicited such a response that meant he couldn’t deny him.
Pucci stroked his cheek.
“Of course, go lie down on the bed for me.”
Dio smiled, and did just that. Laying across the bed lavishly before seductively beckoning Pucci with the wave of his index finger. Pucci approached the bed in a trance, climbing on top of him, setting between his spread thighs and pushing their bodies together. Their arousals squished and brushing against the other so intimately as Pucci brought his hands to rest and tangle in the golden locks. Dio’s hands settling upon Pucci’s small waist, pulling him down even closer against his skin. Foreheads pressed together as they stared into each others eyes. Until Pucci closed his eyes and leant in their lips meeting once again and lightly dancing in synchronous harmony.
“Do you know…sometimes I just wish to stay like this…the two of us.” Pucci muttered between kisses.
Dio leant his head back against the pillow, hair sprawling across the silk like unravelled ribbon bows. Bringing one hand to caress and rest on his cheek as he gazed up towards Pucci.
“We always can. Nothing is ever stopping us. If you want to do this with me you can.”
Pucci sighed. “And take you away from everyone else? Ask this of you? I could never.”
Dio brought his to tilt Pucci’s face to that he was meeting his eyes.
“Enrico, do you think I would ever let anyone else tell me what to do or possess me like you? You think I would willingly relinquish my control to whomever I’m fucking that isn’t you?”
“Well I-“
“Enrico you mean more to me than anyone else in this eternal life of mine. I serve you just as much as you serve me. We are our own partnership, friendship. I enjoy nothing more than bringing you happiness whether than be in the form of conversational, intimate or orgasmic pleasure.” Dio smiled and kissed him again and Pucci whined in the kiss.
“Oh you liked that did you… I can feel your arousal leaking on my stomach…” Dio whispered low and licentious. Emphasising every syllable for added effect.
The tone alone forced Pucci to pry his limbs away from where they lay tangled in Dio’s embrace to the bedside cabinet. Grabbing the one item always stocked and ready for their use. Bringing the lubricant out and squeezing it onto his fingers as Dio lifting his legs from where they were outstretched, positioning himself best for Pucci. With a silent nod of approval, Pucci brought his finger up to the entrance, teasing it before entering fully. The warmth of the vampire clenching around it tightly and Pucci worked his finger around, opening him up. Dio meanwhile exhaled at the sensation, bringing a hand bite at while he let out a shaky hummed laugh. Pucci began to work in a second finger and began a scissoring motion to stretch him out fully. He watched as the vampires cock bobbed and twitched with each movement, the tell-tale sign of Dio’s state of arousal no matter how much he concealed it in his face. A third finger getting added with a deep groan in response from Dio, who bucked his hips slightly at the feeling. This continued for some time before Dio interrupted.
“Enrico you’ve teased me all night and I don’t have the patience of such a holy man. Please don’t make me beg for you.” Dio smirked, eyes fluttering from the stimulation of being worked open. Wet sounds of the lubricant and Pucci’s fingers almost too much to bare.
Pucci looked down, deciding to test the waters. “What if I want you to beg for me?”
Dio looked up, eyes twinkling with something uncertain to Pucci. Indicating an emotion that could be mistaken between shock and arousal. He then smirked leaning against his ear to whisper.
“Enrico… please my darling… take me… fuck me… I need your beautiful cock deep inside me and I need you to bring me such pleasure. Show me what it is to own me like only you can.”
Those words alone brought a sense of peace to wash over Enrico. Speechless from those very words alone. Opting to respond with an action, a movement that Dio and himself had been desperately craving all evening. Bringing his hips down and slowly entering the vampire. Both men in unison opening their mouths and exhaling at the feeling. Both their breaths warming the others face as Pucci continued to thrust shallow before Dio grabbed at his hips, guiding him to feed him more. Pucci continued to push into Dio until he bottomed out, watching as the vampire dropped his head back and moaned at the fullness. Feeling the intense clenching around his shaft, Pucci continued to thrust, the two of them moving from the hip movements.
When Dio was the bottom, he let free such exquisite sounds of gasped pleasure, much more carefree than when he topped. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy being the top and providing the same experiences for Pucci, but he just loved getting fucked and getting the attention placed all on him and his pleasure. He explained once to Pucci that when he was younger he often opted instead to bottom for men because he was always the top with women and so enjoyed experiencing both sides with both sexes.
Pucci meanwhile kept his mouth agape unconsciously as the sounds of pleasure continued to fall from his throat. He was always the louder of the two in bed and while Dio loved it, he himself was less inclined towards it. It was embarrassing the whines and whimpers that would escape his lips. He elected to try to stifle his own noises so he could focus on Dio’s gorgeous sounds, biting his lip fiercely instead trying to lock away any noises. Dio however, rejected this and stroked his face as Pucci continued to deeply thrust.
“Let me hear you… let me hear your moans my dear.” Dio spoke in a breathy tone yet still controlled unlike the other on top.
Pucci let go of his lip and whined as he did so, unaware of the trickling blood from his lower lip as a result of his attempts to quieten himself. Dio on the other hand, being the vampire he was, was enamoured by the scent and sight of it. Reaching up to lick it before it dribbled onto his chin. Pucci’s mouth open and moaning wantonly as Dio took his lower lips between his own, sucking at the small wound and suckling the blood of his lip. Pulling away with a satisfied hum of delight and bringing his mouth back up to Pucci’s, his tongue entering his open mouth, engaging in a deep kiss. A rather sloppy and wet dance of their tongues as the two were basking in their growing pleasure at being united as one. Dio groaned at one point during their kiss as Pucci angled his hips to reach the pleasurable point in Dio.
“That’s it… oh right there Enrico…” Dio moaned between the wet union of their mouths.
Pucci felt himself edging closer to his climax, pulling away from the kiss with a string of saliva stretching between their tongues as he brought his face to nuzzle into the neck of Dio. Taking in his scent and whimpering into the skin. The warmth expanding in his lower stomach as his release crept closer with each thrust. Lips continuing to leave small kisses across Dio’s cool skin.
“Dio…” Pucci heard himself chant his beloved’s name like a prayer. Loving the way it formed on his tongue so naturally.
“Keep saying it.”
“Dio…Dio… ah oh God Dio~”
Dio groaned as whines and moans of his own name tickled his ear, breathy and full of passion.
“Enrico I’m so close, touch me…”
Pucci brought his hand to wrap around Dio’s cock, stroking it just how he liked it. Brushing the head and Dio closed his eyes as he pants got quicker. An effortless smirk plastered across his expression as he grew closer to his release. Pucci knew he was about to come and kissed his forehead.
“Let go for me…”
And with that, Dio came. His seed painting Pucci’s hand and his own stomach as his eyes rolled to the back of his head with a deep groan. While Dio was riding out his orgasm, he clenched around Pucci’s cock and it was too much. He was so close to finishing.
“Enrico please fill me. Fill me with all of you I crave it.” Dio almost pleaded in his mid-orgasm recovery.
“Oh my God… oh Dio… Dio~”
He couldn’t hold back any longer. Pucci felt himself unravel and let out a grunted moan as he spilled inside Dio. Panting as he rode out the intense waves of pleasure of his orgasmic bliss. His arm giving out below him and crashing into Dio’s chest, barely coherent to recognise the calming voice of Dio hushing and stroking his damp back. His cold hands pleasurable against his burning skin, relieving it temporarily as he continued to whisper loving words of how well he did, how much he loved him.
“Dio…” Pucci raised his head to make eye contact once more. His eyes struggling to stay open as a huge fatigue hit him like a truck.
Dio smiled as he effortlessly switched their positions, so that he was now on top of Pucci, looking down and stroking his hair.
“Enrico… did you enjoy it?”
He nodded. “As always my love.”
Dio stood up grabbing a towelette nearby to clean up their messes.
“You’re so special Enrico… so special to me. Never forget that.”
Pucci hummed in response, closing his eyes as he felt Dio lie back into bed and pull him into an embrace. Naked skin against the other, soft, silky and comforting unlike anything else. Protected and happy.
Dio brushed his lips against Pucci’s temple. “I love hearing the blasphemous use of the Lords name fall from your lips when you’re deep in pleasure.” He teased prompting an eye roll from Pucci in return.
“Oh ha ha. I don’t think He’ll mind that particular sin given everything else that was happening. Not to mention just your name itself is, to an extent, blasphemous.”
“Oh and don’t you love crying it out.”
“Just as much as you enjoy hearing it I imagine.” Pucci smirked and buried his head into Dio’s chest.
Dio laughed. “Very true.”
Dio continued to stroke along Pucci’s back, a peaceful rhythm that was being to lull Pucci into sleep.
“I love you Dio…” Pucci mumbled into his chest.
“I love you Enrico.” Dio responded with the same reverence.