He hadn't thought about that in years. About Luca listening to all his complaints and worries and joys as he went through his early relationships. He'd been so kind, so open, that he'd shared everything, even the sex. Sometimes even the fantasies. Even then, he'd left so many conversations with Luca feeling... excited. Vulnerable. Like the man had seen into his soul to some naked, primal part of him.
He doesn't remember the leading questions, the little manipulations, the touches and soft words that made him open up in the first place.
"You snuck me into some of the raunchiest R-rated films I was dying to see." He doesn't remember that Luca had been the one to turn him onto those films, talked them up, got his imagination going. He smiles at the memory.
"If we did that today, I don't know if I could keep my hands off of you." He shivers, warmed at the memory. "...I still have it on."
"We would definitely get kicked out," he laughs, warm and soft in his ear.
It had been so easy. He was the cool brother in law. He told Emilia that he just wanted to have a good relationship with her little brother, that he needed another strong role model in his life, and that he was only taking him out of school every once in a while.
Truthfully, it was more than that. He loved spending time with him. And he loved the look of wonder and awe and, yes, even lust in his face as he was in that theater.
He sucks a spot in his neck at the memory.
"Should we save the noodles for later?" he wonders.
And CK had always had a libido. It hadn't taken much to direct it. Whispering in his ear, giving him ideas. Poisoning relationships that were getting too intimate. Cementing Luca in his young mind as someone larger than life. Linked with sex and desire in a thousand subtle little ways. Worth worshipping, even.
It's why it hurt so much when he was cold towards Emilia's funeral. But what else could he do? He had an important job, people he couldn't let down. He'd been so cold to the poor man.
God, it hurts. But in a good way that settles in his groin. CK follows suit, sitting in the seat across from him, picking up his fork to push his noodles around a bit before eating a bite.
He can hardly taste them, so focused on Luca across the table, and the growing pressure of his cock straining against the fabric of his pants.
"...do you touch yourself at work?" He asks, voice low. "Watching me? Under your desk, your car, the bathroom?" The thought gives him chills. Excites him. Makes him wonder if he has a hold on Luca the way the older man has a hold on him. "Even if you might get caught?"
"Of course I do," he says, perfectly at ease as he eats. Like nothing can
faze him.
"How am I supposed to resist you?" He watches him, the way he squirms and
picks at his food. "Today, I thought about you under my desk, that goddamn
mouth sucking me off while I was typing some fucking report. Couldn't even
focus."
CK lets out a little sigh, shifting in his seat as his eyelids flutter, imagining. "If only I could really be there." But of course he can't leave. Especially not to SOPHIA headquarters. He'd be found and taken away, and then everyone would know how sick he really is.
He picks some more, mind spinning. "Tell me more. What you imagine about me." This is a more demanding side of CK, still fully obsessed with Iago but with a spark of fight about him. He's more than just a willing little cocksleeve. He can be selfish, too.
There's a delicate balance of ensuring that CK stays devoted and faithful, but not completely squashing that spirit that Luca adores. So he smiles, encouraging the challenge.
"Right now?" He takes a drink and sits back. "I'm imagining you taking a shower with the door open and that cock ring on so i can watch. Then taking you to that bed and eating you out until you beg to be fucked."
CK washes the few bites of food he's eaten down with water. He'd hoped to get more work fantasies, but... well, perhaps he'll figure out a way to make that happen.
"Yeah? Should I take a good, long time making sure I'm clean for you?" He reaches down, breath hitching as his fingers graze the tented fabric over his cock.
Fuck it. He pushes his chair back and slides under the table, crawling forward to nuzzle Iago's thigh.
Iago isn't entirely surprised. He sits back, spreading his legs for him.
"You under this table is going to make it real hard to do my work tomorrow," he points out, leaning back. He doesn't know, of course, that CK was fishing for work fantasies, but his mind returns to it anyway, considering his earlier confession.
"I know better than to touch myself at work, you know. But sometimes I sneak into the bathroom, just to give myself a little relief. Especially after that video you did with the purple vibrator. God I nearly had to take the whole day off."
"Good." He doesn't really care if Luca can focus on work or not, if he's thinking about him. He kisses Luca's thigh, trailing up to his crotch to press his lips against it for a long moment, until he leans back so he can start undoing Luca's fly. "I want you to be able to imagine it in more detail."
The purple vibrator. He remembers that one. He smiles to himself as he files that bit of information away for later. "Maybe someday I'll let you see my whole toy collection, and pick whatever you'd like."
"Someday? You can show me tonight. I can pick what I want to see in you for your next video," he says, rolling his hips slowly, his cock pressed hard against his zipper. "Nobody likes a tease, CK."
"What, I don't get to have some secrets?" It's an extensive collection. Perhaps he'll only show Luca part of it.
He turns his attention back to Luca's cock, finally pulling the zipper all the way down and reaching in to slowly, slowly ease it free. His eyes flicker back up to the man watching him. "You do." He kisses Luca's cock, smiling at the taste, the smell. Everything he remembered from that fevered night before. Runs his tongue up it, exploring.
CK winces, but even before he started this spiral into self-loathing, he always liked a bit of pain. He grunts as his cock twitches, panting as he stares up at Luca. "You- you don't want any more surprises in your videos?" He murmurs the words against his shaft, punctuating it with a gentle nibble, then a kiss. He shifts so he can slide a hand into Luca's pants and cup his balls, feeling their weight as he gently caresses them.
"Hm," he murmurs, massaging his fingers in his hair as he tries to think straight. "Surprise me in personal videos," he tells him. "God knows I deserve those, yeah?"
He keeps his fingers firm in his hair, but not angry or annoyed now - simply giving him a rough touch he's seen CK give himself.
"Maybe I'll have to buy things special for your videos, then," CK whispers, before finally swallowing Luca to the hilt. His tongue works along the side, back and forth and up and down, as his head starts bobbing, still slow, but with more focused intent. He wants to find out what makes Luca tremble, what makes him unable to speak, go boneless in his chair. So he pays attention to the reaction he gets for every fraction of an inch he works, and every squeeze and stroke of his fingers. One slips further back, pressing against Luca's taint.
"Maybe you should," he mutters, growing uncomfortable, feeling his cock
harden on CK's tongue. He isn't shy about telling him what he wants and
what he likes. CK's damn good at this, and Luca wants to make sure he knows
exactly what Luca likes. "God damn, deep...just like that. I want to fuck
you like this."
He sinks back in the chair, jerking his hair sharply when he feels that
finger close. "Don't get greedy."
CK gasps and bucks as his hair's pulled, his own cock painfully hard now. After teasing himself all day, he's on a hair trigger and he loves it. If it weren't for the cock ring, he might be at risk of Luca making him come without even touching his cock once.
He wonders, briefly, if he disappoints Luca by not being able to hold out, if he might make him get one of those implants that let someone else control your orgasm. The thought is... strange. Uncomfortable, but arousing. Then he'd really be owned.
But his finger does go back to massaging his balls as he leans forward, taking Luca deeper, swallowing around him and pushing himself to the point of choking to make him happy.
He holds tight to him again, beyond the point of words now. He shudders, gasping, rocking his hips in the chair into CK'S mouth. He can hear him choking and the sound just makes his whole body warm until he's panting. He uses his hand to dictate the pace if CK lets him, giving him no warning before he's spilling himself in his mouth and down his throat.
Unable to help himself in his excitement, CK reaches down, squeezing and massaging his own cock through his pants as he lets Luca use him as a fucktoy. Moving obediently under that hand, his body shaking with excitement.
When Luca comes, he gasps and chokes before trying to swallow as much as he can, forcing himself to stay with it deep in his throat, swallowing hard again and again as his tongue works the shaft and his fingers squeeze those pulsing balls rhythmically, trying to milk out every last drop.
"Yes," he moans. "Yes, that's so good. Oh...I've been waiting for this all day."
He strokes his hair, appreciative and soft. "Did you touch yourself while you were down there? Tell me how hard you are. I bet you're aching for me to touch you. Let you come. But I don't want you to."
CK licks him clean, tongue soft and careful on his sensitive skin, before nodding and sitting back, awkwardly hunched to avoid hitting his head on the table, but knees spread so Luca can see the bulge in his jeans and the damp spot growing from pre.
"Luca," he gasps hoarsely. "I haven't- I've been good all day. How much longer?"
CK crawls out, wordlessly unzipping his own pants and letting them fall to the floor, then his underwear. His cock stands, aching in the open air, red and throbbing against the cock ring containing it. "Is this proof enough?" He climbs into Luca's lap, shivering. "And you saw the video."
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He doesn't remember the leading questions, the little manipulations, the touches and soft words that made him open up in the first place.
"You snuck me into some of the raunchiest R-rated films I was dying to see." He doesn't remember that Luca had been the one to turn him onto those films, talked them up, got his imagination going. He smiles at the memory.
"If we did that today, I don't know if I could keep my hands off of you." He shivers, warmed at the memory. "...I still have it on."
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It had been so easy. He was the cool brother in law. He told Emilia that he just wanted to have a good relationship with her little brother, that he needed another strong role model in his life, and that he was only taking him out of school every once in a while.
Truthfully, it was more than that. He loved spending time with him. And he loved the look of wonder and awe and, yes, even lust in his face as he was in that theater.
He sucks a spot in his neck at the memory.
"Should we save the noodles for later?" he wonders.
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It's why it hurt so much when he was cold towards Emilia's funeral. But what else could he do? He had an important job, people he couldn't let down. He'd been so cold to the poor man.
He shivers. "They'll get cold..."
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"If you insist," he teases, turning towards him and settling at the table again.
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He can hardly taste them, so focused on Luca across the table, and the growing pressure of his cock straining against the fabric of his pants.
"...do you touch yourself at work?" He asks, voice low. "Watching me? Under your desk, your car, the bathroom?" The thought gives him chills. Excites him. Makes him wonder if he has a hold on Luca the way the older man has a hold on him. "Even if you might get caught?"
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"Of course I do," he says, perfectly at ease as he eats. Like nothing can faze him.
"How am I supposed to resist you?" He watches him, the way he squirms and picks at his food. "Today, I thought about you under my desk, that goddamn mouth sucking me off while I was typing some fucking report. Couldn't even focus."
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He picks some more, mind spinning. "Tell me more. What you imagine about me." This is a more demanding side of CK, still fully obsessed with Iago but with a spark of fight about him. He's more than just a willing little cocksleeve. He can be selfish, too.
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"Right now?" He takes a drink and sits back. "I'm imagining you taking a shower with the door open and that cock ring on so i can watch. Then taking you to that bed and eating you out until you beg to be fucked."
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"Yeah? Should I take a good, long time making sure I'm clean for you?" He reaches down, breath hitching as his fingers graze the tented fabric over his cock.
Fuck it. He pushes his chair back and slides under the table, crawling forward to nuzzle Iago's thigh.
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"You under this table is going to make it real hard to do my work tomorrow," he points out, leaning back. He doesn't know, of course, that CK was fishing for work fantasies, but his mind returns to it anyway, considering his earlier confession.
"I know better than to touch myself at work, you know. But sometimes I sneak into the bathroom, just to give myself a little relief. Especially after that video you did with the purple vibrator. God I nearly had to take the whole day off."
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The purple vibrator. He remembers that one. He smiles to himself as he files that bit of information away for later. "Maybe someday I'll let you see my whole toy collection, and pick whatever you'd like."
He unzips the pants, now. Slowly.
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He turns his attention back to Luca's cock, finally pulling the zipper all the way down and reaching in to slowly, slowly ease it free. His eyes flicker back up to the man watching him. "You do." He kisses Luca's cock, smiling at the taste, the smell. Everything he remembered from that fevered night before. Runs his tongue up it, exploring.
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"You don't," he tells him firmly, an edge to his voice. "Not yet."
Fortunately, in this case, CK is correct. He wants to take his time. To enjoy this moment.
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He keeps his fingers firm in his hair, but not angry or annoyed now - simply giving him a rough touch he's seen CK give himself.
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"Maybe you should," he mutters, growing uncomfortable, feeling his cock harden on CK's tongue. He isn't shy about telling him what he wants and what he likes. CK's damn good at this, and Luca wants to make sure he knows exactly what Luca likes. "God damn, deep...just like that. I want to fuck you like this."
He sinks back in the chair, jerking his hair sharply when he feels that finger close. "Don't get greedy."
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He wonders, briefly, if he disappoints Luca by not being able to hold out, if he might make him get one of those implants that let someone else control your orgasm. The thought is... strange. Uncomfortable, but arousing. Then he'd really be owned.
But his finger does go back to massaging his balls as he leans forward, taking Luca deeper, swallowing around him and pushing himself to the point of choking to make him happy.
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When Luca comes, he gasps and chokes before trying to swallow as much as he can, forcing himself to stay with it deep in his throat, swallowing hard again and again as his tongue works the shaft and his fingers squeeze those pulsing balls rhythmically, trying to milk out every last drop.
Looool
He strokes his hair, appreciative and soft. "Did you touch yourself while you were down there? Tell me how hard you are. I bet you're aching for me to touch you. Let you come. But I don't want you to."
WHOOPS lol
"Luca," he gasps hoarsely. "I haven't- I've been good all day. How much longer?"
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He pushes his chair back and holds down a hand for him.
"How do I know you haven't all day? Can I take your word for it?"
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