Down Payment

by EviscerationStation

Summary:

He taps his thin cigarette, ashing it with a delicate exhale of smoke, keenly aware of Tedesco's hard stare. How he inches closer. Assente chuckles to himself; Tedesco looming over him can only work so long as Assente is sitting down-- not drawn up to his full height, inches above the gruff patriarch.

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Somehow, Tedesco ends up asking Assente to dinner-- right in the middle of fucking him in the secretary of state's office.

Notes:

The reason for the meeting inspired by Tedesco's route in Delectatio Morosa (the wonderful fanmade Conclave VN) :D

"Does the new secretary of the state accept bribes, then?" Tedesco smirks, leaning forward on the desk, resting on his knuckles.

"Don't insult me, Cardinal Tedesco." Mario makes an effort to look unaffected, but the openly asked question makes him bristle under his cool exterior. "Merely a trade. If you provide something that can be of use to me, I will feel more motivated to offer you a favor in thanks. As you know, I remain a very busy man. I have to take over any remaining loose ends Voiello left. I have little time to go artifact hunting for you."

He taps his thin cigarette, ashing it with a delicate exhale of smoke, keenly aware of Tedesco's hard stare. How he inches closer. Assente chuckles to himself; Tedesco looming over him can only work so long as Assente is sitting down-- not drawn up to his full height, inches above the gruff patriarch.

"Motivate me, or leave and await the designated appointment." Assente smiles serenely, eyes sliding closed in satisfaction as he takes another pull of his cigarette. 

"Though I seriously doubt that you can manage the latter--" 

His snide addendum is interrupted with a hand around his jaw, forcing him to look up. As if on instinct his body tightens, a sinful thrumming beginning to echo in his veins as his heart quickens. Assente tries to look incensed, but the shocked lust in his eyes is unmistakable.

Tedesco pulls him up higher, just enough to force Assente to lift off his chair by an inch. Assente's hands are braced on the edge of his desk, the cigarette filter almost crushed between his fingers. 

"W-what do you think you are doing." Assente stammers, wide-eyed and far too late.

"Oh, I know how to motivate a man like you."

--

"I know you have it here somewhere. A whore like you?" Tedesco opens a few of the desk drawers, rummaging around them, meeting resistance when attempting to open a drawer in the center.

"If you mean lubrication, I-- I keep it locked up. I'm not a fool." Mario admits, a little insulted that Tedesco would think of him as being so sloppy. 

So he is whore, fine. But a careless one? Never.

...

Mostly never.

"Then unlock it, or you're taking it dry."

A thrill runs up his spine at the thought, and his resulting quiet whimper makes Goffredo laugh heartily.

"Oh! You'd like that, wouldn't you? I should have known."

The key is within reach, and Assente's mouth is set as he hands Goffredo the small tube. As tantalizing as the idea is, he still has two more meetings to sit through after this, later in the day.

"And I should have known you'd be a brute about all this."

So Assente says, but where he had been expecting Tedesco to simply shove his trousers down and get on with it, he feels both his hands cup his ass, somehow searing hot even through the thick fabric of his cassock. Tedesco squeezes, palming the back of Assente's thighs, making Assente squirm.

Braced on the desk, Mario drops his head into his arms, taking a deep breath before backing his ass up.

"In a hurry, Mario?" The tone of Goffredo's satisfied arrogance washes through Assente like a wave of fire.

"If you must know, I have a 1 o'clock after this. At this rate, I won't have time to eat lunch."

"Then skip it. And let me take you to dinner."

Bent over the desk, Assente remains in shocked silence before rolling his eyes and glancing back, just in time to see the patriarch of Venice sink to his knees behind him, hiking Assente's skirts up with a grin.

"You must be very full of yourself to think that I'd accept a proposal like that." he replies, burying his head in his arms again. 

They'd spend the whole night arguing and bitching at each other. Disturbing the other diners at the Vatican cafeteria they'd visit upon like a storm. The thought of another headache atop everything else he has to deal with...

"I'm not hearing a 'no'."

Tedesco's shrug goes unseen as he gets Mario's pants down, squeezing his exposed flesh. Assente really does have wonderfully long legs. Seeing them bare brings a sense of satisfaction to the patriarch-- and since his ass is now so deliciously on offer, Goffredo leans forward to taste him.

Well, Assente certainly wasn't expecting that. The feel of a warm, wet tongue and the scratch of Tedesco's beard makes him yelp and bite down on a knuckle. His knees shake, muscles tensing.

From how Tedesco had first propositioned him (and from Assente's initial assessment of the patriarch of Venice as a person), he had expected to be quickly fucked and discarded like a used toy. And honestly, that may have been enough for Assente to mark it down as a down payment for a favor. This is...surprising, to say the least. But far from unpleasant.

Tedesco devours him, spreading his ass open, delving his tongue deep with surprising dexterity. When he momentarily pulls away from his hole, it's interspersed with a bite to his ass cheek, before resuming again with a lap of his tongue against the rim and forcing muffled whines out of Assente anew.

It's not often that Assente enjoys this luxury, and whatever condescending statement that had been building quickly died on his tongue as Goffredo paused to press his slick fingers into him.

"I thought you'd have made some biting comment by now."

"Ugh..."

"That good, eh? Not something you often get from your assistant, is it?" 

Assente rolls his eyes at the mention of Don Cavallo, cheeks hot.

"Do you want me to start thinking of him now? Just fuck me. The clock is ticking."

"Now that is as good as a 'yes.' One more finger. You'll need it-- unless you want me to break you."

Stunned silence once again, but more heavy with arousal than before. Mario's mouth hangs open as he looks over his shoulder. His fingers dig against the wood of the desk, as if he's attempting to sink his claws into it to try and regain a sense of stability. The shuddering breath he takes is as good as any admission.

Their eyes meet, and the moment stretches on as Tedesco's smirk widens. Honed to knife-sharp points.

"Beg me." says Tedesco, wiping the excess lube off on Assente's thighs, beginning to unbutton his soutane from the waist down.

Assente's shoulders rise and fall as he takes rapid, frantic breaths. He blinks, searching himself for some sort of retort, but before he can get there, Tedesco finishes undoing the bottom half of his cassock and frees himself from his slacks. Watching him stroke his thick, ridged cock to its full length, Assente's mouth suddenly goes very, very dry.

Mother of God.

His eyes flit to the side (looking anywhere but at Tedesco's erection) as he considers his options. The option that left him with the most dignity was to pull up his pants and dismiss Tedesco from his office. This, arguably, was also the most difficult option when every muscle in his body was tense and thrumming with the need to be fucked.

"...You need this favor more than I do, patriarch." 

Daddy. No, no-- Tedesco hasn't earned that just yet.

"Funny. It doesn't look that way from where I'm standing, secretary." Tedesco teases, slapping his hot, slick length against Assente's hastily stretched hole. 

Damn it.

"You're soaking wet. Dripping."

"--Which is entirely your fault." Assente fires back, immediate and unthinking.

Tedesco raises his eyebrows. "I think that might be the first compliment you've ever paid me. And a memorable one, for sure."

Well, fuck!

To Mario's credit, he was bound to have a rough time coming up with retorts the second Tedesco swiped his desk clean and bent him over. 

"Fuck me, Goffredo. Please." he says through gritted teeth. "Just. Fuck me before I can change my mind."

Good. Not perfect, but he did say 'please'.

Tedesco circles Mario's hole with the head of his cock, teasing a frustrated grunt out of the man before he begins to push inside. Slowly, relishing the squeeze as he sinks deeper, inch by agonizing inch. And when the secretary lets out a shuddering gasp, Tedesco reaches over to clap a hand over his mouth as he rams the last two inches into him.

Assente's moan is muffled, but he still finds himself worriedly glancing at the door to his office. Did...did they remember to lock it?

Like hell he can be bothered to check now. Besides, the only person bold enough to throw open Assente's doors without so much as a knock is Cavallo. And if he walked in now, well...

He must admit, it wouldn't be the worst thing to happen. But that would be entirely too much for him to handle before noon. He'd have to reschedule all of today's meetings in the aftermath...

Tedesco, as if sensing his mind has begun to scatter, pulls him back to reality with a fist in his hair, mussing it. Assente's zucchetto falls to the floor, and his still-buttoned cassock feels sweltering. And when Tedesco rears back and slams into him, Assente's body sings with pleasure.

The patriarch isn't gentle. He's living up to the swagger of his demeanor, playing up how Mario must fantasize about him. He's seen the appraising gaze that Assente gives him when he thinks the other man isn't looking; across the cafeteria and when they brush shoulders in hallways and meetings. That hunger, blanketed by Assente's lofty manner. The flash of desire and quiet acquiescence of his gruff charm even as they butt heads on every subject; from politics to wine preferences.

Tedesco's hips thud against his ass. The legs of the desk scrape against the carpet, and Tedesco wonders about the structural integrity of the fine furniture. Even as Assente bites down on a knuckle in an attempt to quiet himself, wanton moans spill from him. If he were lucid enough, he'd feel shame at the fact that he was spurting precum over the fine wood surface he was bent over.

Enough. Tedesco wants this encounter to be a memorable one for the other cardinal-- even if that meant that he'd have to explain away a few embarrassing moans that slip through walls and under doors. Not enough to force the man into a scandal-- just enough to make him sweat when asked about it.

Leaning over, Tedesco grabs ahold of Assente's arms, yanking him back by the elbows onto his cock. The sudden change in angle, the ruthless force of it makes Assente cry out through his gritted teeth, muscles straining and clenching. His legs shake and grow weak, forcing him to rely more on Tedesco's hold on him in order to not fall face-first onto the table.

"G-Go-- Goff-f-fredo...!"

Tight and spasming around him, Assente feels heavenly. As much as he'd like to toe the line and cut it dangerously close to his next meeting, there's only so much Tedesco can do to hold himself back.

"I'm almost there. Mario--"

"Yes!" Assente moans, straining as his body is jostled and pulled back in a painful arch. It's hard to stay flexible behind a desk all day. "Yes, yes-- fuck, yes please, give it to me--"

He feels himself getting yanked back, a strong hand clamping over his mouth once more right before he  screams, shaking like a leaf as he climaxes. His release hits his chest and stomach, ending with a spurt on the desk.

He'd have to clean that, as well as swap out his soiled cassock for a clean one before anyone else can see. But that is a problem for later, after the bone-shaking, electric high of his orgasm has faded. Still muffled by Tedesco's hand, he whimpers as Tedesco keeps pounding away at him, on the verge of his own release.

"Goffredo... Oh..."

At the last second, Tedesco pulls out, marking Assente's rear with stripes of pearlescent cum. He looks as good decorated with pearls as he does with gold, Tedesco notes.

Mario is barely there, and even though he could easily drop the man to the floor so that the secretary may stew in his cooling debauchery and creeping shame, Tedesco lowers him gently to the table-- on the side free of their mess.

When Assente is unresponsive upon being asked for the location of the nearest tissue box, Tedesco finds his way to the attached bathroom to find something to clean them up with. Looking to the other cardinal as he wipes most of the cum away, he's oddly giddy to find that Mario had drooled a little on the desk's surface. He'll clean the cum off the desk, but the drool is Assente's problem.

He comes to as Goffredo tucks himself away, and wordlessly rolls onto his back, fetching his cigarettes and a lighter from a drawer. Assente looks so serene and sated taking that first puff that it makes Tedesco miss the taste of a real cigarette for a brief, aching moment.

"...Next week. You'll have a meeting with the archeology team next week. I'll see that it happens." Assente says distantly, smoke curling from his mouth.

"You can't do anything sooner?" Even now, Goffredo is nitpicking.

"Not when you pulled out, no."

Tedesco scoffs, not unamused. He takes his vape from his cassock pocket, sorely needing something to supplement the want that grows from just watching Assente smoke. 

So tranquil. Like a very fuckable stick of incense.

"And dinner?" Tedesco asks, the question casual.

It's here that Assente raises himself to a sit and looks at him, leaning back on his arm, still perched on the desk and missing his trousers and zucchetto. He raises an eyebrow, somehow looking delicately regal even after being railed in his own office.

He raises the cigarette to his mouth.

"Where?"

Huh. Tedesco hadn't thought about that.

"...Sforza Ristorante. Just outside Vatican City. Good enough for you?" Tedesco had been there at least twice and found it fine, but it probably wasn't the very best. He didn't know the restaurants in Rome as well as he did in his home city.

"Mm. We'll see." Another ruminative pull of his cigarette.

Assente wasn't the only one here whose gaze has been lingering. Tedesco's eyes are fixed on how his lips wrap around the filter.

"I've never been."

"It's a date. Hah."

Mario scoffs along with him.

"It's whatever you want it to be, Goffredo."

Notes:

Find me on Tumblr as sugarrushsato! I'm probably gonna slowly branch out into adding more Conclave characters in my fics, but I've already sketched Tedesco a couple of times :3

I was nervous about writing Tedesco, but thanks to the last fic, I gave myself a lil warm-up (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)