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Luca’s been noticing the telltale signs of what his boyfriend calls a mind cloud .
There’s the moodiness, reactive and snappy, the way he gets so lost in thought he’s startled at any sudden noise, how he’s too tired for physical affection beyond some lounging cuddles, the way his eyes nervously flit around, struggling even to meet his.
And worst of all, the withdrawing - spending hours in the backyard polishing and tinkering with the already spotless Vespa, going on solitary walks with hands buried deep in his pockets - futile attempts to stay stoic and not bother him, apparently not understanding that the behavior worries him even more.
All he wants to do is hold him down and forcefully hug him until his mind is clear.
But he knows him. That would only make everything worse, spin into another argument about him being overbearing and pushy and rile Luca up enough to guilt trip him over the situation, and it’d become a whole thing , another insecurity buried deep in both their guts.
So he waits patiently, taking what small chances he has for showing some extra affection, hoping to remind Alberto that he’s here whenever he’s ready
Which thankfully comes, on a regular Thursday. Luca notices a little more pep in his step, a little more genuine cheer in his voice as he slips off his shoes and lingers a little longer than usual in their welcome home kiss. After the period of neglect, the simple action has his heart fluttering, aching to be let out to love him.
Dinner is a chattier affair than usual with Alberto telling a long story about a coworker’s dating history that has him choking and sputtering eggplant all over the table. Afterwards, he leaves him to the dishes to curl up on the couch with a novel, foregoing his usual evening study session for something that’s easy to put down, in hope that Alberto would want something more than resting his head in his lap.
He smiles fondly listening to the low, slightly off-key singing over radio chatter, and tries not getting too carried away by the warm, hopeful feeling swelling in his chest.
Alberto sets down the final plate in the drying rack and instinctively shakes the scales off his hands, cursing as water’s splattered all over the counters. Damn his jittery hands, spurred on by fraying nerves. He grabs the towel and quickly wipes it up, exhaling shakily.
He knows he hasn’t been a terribly good boyfriend lately, knows he’s let his frizzy, chaotic mind trap him, still able to see the world outside pass by from behind frosted glass, just somehow unable to break through, no matter how frustrated he gets. Even unable to reach through the fog to Luca , who he knows would help him, would listen to his every worry and help him organize them neatly into mental folders, still present but noted and processed and put away. Out of sight, a little more out of mind.
Today he finally, finally , woke up with a blessed clear mind, the barrier not gone, but more opaque, like a bubble ready to be burst. He’s been able to smell the crisp autumn air, interact freely with his coworkers, smile at a kid passing in the street, finally see the world again.
Now all that remains is reaching out and connecting with Luca again. And he knows he’s patient and kind and loves him and will graciously let him fall into his arms like no time has passed and likely just be over the moon to have him back. Still, he’s tormented by guilt, feeling like no amount of apologetic kisses will make up for lost time, wipe away the weeks of neglect and small betrayals.
He shakes his head and briefly rubs his temples. It’s going to be fine. He’s sure. Besides, he has a surprise stuffed in his back pocket. He sucks in a final, preparing breath and enters the living room.
“Hey,” Alberto calls, in that soft, nervous voice that always grabs his attention. Luca looks up and sees him fidgeting with something behind his back. He swiftly closes the book and takes off his reading glasses, eager to be right, that this is the breakthrough on Alberto’s mental presence.
“What is it?”
“I have… an idea,” he begins, sitting down on the arm of the couch, forcing Luca to tilt his head up. He hums questioningly, sees Alberto’s eyes flitter for a moment, before he takes his hands from behind his back, revealing a coil of black rope.
“What’s that?” he frowns and grabs onto it, feeling its soft, silken texture, curiously exploring the knots and tugging lightly on the snares. “Fishing or Vespa related?”
“No, it’s… to use in bed.”
“Oh,” he breathes, immediately catching his drift.
Alberto grins sheepishly.
“So?”
Luca takes in his eager, embarrassed expression, considering his options. It isn’t something he’s considered before, but can easily see the appeal. He smiles coyly up at him.
“You wanna tie me up?”
“I was kind of hoping you’d tie me up.”
“Oh,” is all he can say, his mind flooded with the alluring image of Alberto flushed and panting underneath him, surrendered to his every whim to be picked apart and put back together again. He bites his lip.
“... please say something.”
Luca’s face splits into a grin, nods excitedly.
“Yes. Yes. Absolutely.”
Alberto mirrors his expression in relief, and they both lean in for a kiss, a bit too fast, and they hiss as their foreheads knock together painfully.
“Come here, stupido,” Luca laughs and cups his jaw, bringing their lips together, which proves difficult when Alberto can barely keep the smile off his face. “Now?”
“If you have the time?” he asks, the hopeful expression too much for Luca’s heart. He can’t help a giggle escaping as he realizes he doesn’t have to tie his boyfriend up for him to be at his every beck and call.
“For you, always.”
He pulls him back in for a kiss, heart swelling as he feels Alberto melt in his hands. It might be Luca’s favorite thing about him - how he goes through the world with swagger and snark but turns soft and compliant with just a word or a touch from him.
Alberto eagerly leans in, sighing gratefully that Luca takes him in, accepts his silent apology without complaint. He rests his hands on his neck, gets breathless by feeling his again, mentally cursing himself out for denying this warm, fuzzy feeling.
Luca deliberately spends some extra time kissing him, keeping it chaste and slow but trying to pour all his pent-up affection into it, sucking on his lips like they’re the sweetest candy. When he pulls back, Alberto is adorably flushed with a dazed smile on his face, the one he’s been missing for weeks.
“I have to warn you, if we’re doing this,” Luca begins with a serious expression, “I’m gonna be teasing you all night long.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he grins back.
“Ohh, I can’t wait to make you eat your words,” Luca coos sweetly and rubs their noses together, making Alberto laugh. “But you’ll have to work for it.”
Alberto looks down at him, intrigued. Luca smirks and makes space on the couch, patting the cushion next to him.
“If I’m gonna be doing all the work, at least get me in the mood first.”
Alberto isn’t hard to ask, climbing onto the couch and settling between his legs. He cups his face, tenderly stroking Luca’s cheeks with his calloused thumbs.
“Whatever you want, tesoro.”
“Kiss me.”
He obeys, pressing their lips together with more force than earlier and leaning Luca gently back against the armrest, making him shiver with feather light touches to his neck. While Luca is used to being spoiled rotten with his boyfriend’s attention, he can’t help notice how Alberto puts extra care into every touch, making his heart flutter.
“Kiss my neck,” he mutters, humming contently as his wishes are immediately granted. He suspects he knows what Alberto wants - be distracted, forced to think about nothing else than him, listen to nothing other than his wishes, and the unquestioned obedience confirms his theory. Alberto nips playfully at his throat, and he tuts.
“No marks,” he chastises. Alberto looks up at him with a pout. “I’m serious. I have class tomorrow.”
“Won’t group discussions be way more fun with a little icebreaker?”
“Tread carefully if you want me to be good to you later.”
Alberto’s eyes darken, and he obediently continues kissing and licking without pushing his luck further. Luca buries his hands in his curls and sighs, content to watch Alberto’s focused face as he lavishes him in adoration, relishing in the pleasant, slow build of heat on his skin, the way his stomach does little flips as hands stroke down his touch-starved chest.
However, it’s a bit too slow for his tastes.
He grabs Alberto by the shoulders and pushes him against the back of the couch, fluidly lifting a leg to straddle his lap, standing up on his knees so he has the height advantage. Alberto barely has time to gasp an eager, little yessss before Luca lifts his jaw and muffles the sound. He opens up immediately, happy to offer up anything his boyfriend wants, and snakes his hands around his waist to press him closer.
“At least grab my ass, you moron,” Luca breaks the kiss just barely to breathe into his mouth, grinning as he’s obliged with hands burying in the back pockets of his jeans and kneading generously. Alberto’s eyelids flutter open to meet his eyes, so close he could count the sunspots in the green, nebulous clouds.
“Good boy,” Luca mutters and captures his lips again, drinking up the gravelly moan the words net him. He rests his hands on his neck to feel his quickening breath and massage the corners of his jaw. Alberto hooks his thumbs into the belt loops on his pants to pull him away.
“More of that, please,” he mumbles with a flushed, embarrassed expression. Luca grins.
“More of that?”
“Mmm.”
“Alright,” Luca whispers, holding his gaze as he strokes his jaw,, “but only if you are a good boy for me.”
Alberto hums contently and chases his lips, whining when Luca evades him.
“Ass, please,” he smirks before diving back in. Alberto obediently digs in, pulling him flush against his body, making Luca moan and bury his hands in his curls as he grinds his half-hard dick against him. Alberto’s heart jumps around in delighted pride at the passionate licking into his mouth, kneading his ass until he’s panting against him.
“Have I worked hard enough yet?” he mumbles, trailing light kisses from the corner of his mouth to his dimple. Luca hums thoughtfully before breaking into a grin, planting one final kiss on his lips before attempting to nimbly jump off his lap, forgetting Alberto’s hands tangled in his jeans. He squeals as he loses his balance and is pulled back, held steady by firm hands on his ass.
“Easy there,” Alberto laughs, pulling his hands out and giving his ass a playful slap. Luca rolls his eyes with a fond smile and gets off him, slow and controlled this time. He takes his hand and pulls him along, walking backwards towards their bedroom.
His heart flutters affectionately at how Alberto looks at him, hopeful and a little shy, no sign left of a foggy mind, making him forget the existence of doorsteps. Luca yelps as he drives his heel into it, stumbling as he’s knocked off balance, but pulled back into his boyfriend’s strong embrace, feeling his heart hammering as fast as his.
“So clumsy today, caro,” Alberto sighs.
“I’m just excited, that’s all-” he’s cut off as Alberto grabs his waist and hoists him into the air. “ Albertoooo,” he whines, “you can’t just do that.”
“‘Course I can,” he grins.
“I should be the one carrying you,” Luca grumbles. Alberto stills, lets him down and looks down at him in awe, like the opportunity had never crossed his mind.
“... do you think you can?”
Luca smiles at his soft, hopeful voice. Honestly, he’s not sure either. But he will go down swinging. He grabs around his waist.
“C’mere, big guy.”
The execution is harder than expected. The height difference makes it impossible for him to simply lift him by the waist the way Alberto does. Alberto tries jumping on him and slinging his legs around his waist, but that topples them to the floor, the breath knocked out of Luca’s lungs.
“I’m sorry. It’s fine, let’s just walk-” Alberto mumbles apologetically and climbs off him.
“No. No. I will carry you,” he wheezes as they get to their feet. “How about jumping into my arms instead, I think it’s about the center of gravity.”
“You sure?”
Luca nods and stands wide-legged, arms open. He’s determined to do this, egged on by Alberto’s adorable reaction to the prospect.
“Just- slower. Don’t jump, just put your arms around my neck-” Alberto obeys, biting his lip, and Luca grabs his waist “-one leg at a time-” he braces himself and nods encouragingly until he hoists his second leg up over the crook of his elbow, to be cradled safely in his arms.
“Yes!” Luca shouts. “I told you I could do it!”
Alberto laughs excitedly, smitten by his enthusiasm. Luca is a lot stronger than he looks, but he never imagined he’d be able to carry him and the fact that he can makes his knees weak.
“Forza, Luca!” he encourages as he slowly staggers towards the bedroom. He playfully kicks his legs but quickly stops when he feels his balance wobble, instead settling for snuggling into his chest and planting chaste kisses against his straining neck.
Luca can’t deny he might have been a tad optimistic, as the short distance has him trembling, but he uses the last of his strength to throw his boyfriend on the bed, delighting in the surprised squeal that gets. Luca throws his hands up and yells in victory.
“Oh, my hero,” Alberto swoons theatrically and reaches his arms out for him. Luca happily jumps on the bed and lets himself be pulled into a hungry kiss.
“Did you like that?” he teases when they pull away.
“Yeah, you’re so strong, babe,” he says, running his hands down his biceps, which makes Luca laugh fondly, seeing how not a single muscle is visible and his arms, frankly, look pathetic compared to Alberto’s.
“You’re stronger,” he mutters against his lips, before sitting up and pulling the rope out of his back pocket. “Which is why tying you up will be so much fun.”
Luca jumps off the bed and unbuttons his shirt. Alberto follows suit, swiftly pulling off his tank top and unbuttoning his shorts. He barely gets them off before Luca is straddling him again.
“Wait, my socks,” he complains. Luca laughs, reaches back to tug them off his feet and throws them on the floor.
“You ready?” he asks with an inquiring look.
“Mmm- let me just do this first,” Alberto grins deviously and does a quick sweep of his body, visiting all his favorites - swiping thumbs over his nipples, tickling his ribs, finishing with a greedy handful of his ass. Luca giggles through it all.
“Done?”
“Alright, alright,” Alberto lets go of his ass with a dramatic sigh and offers his wrists to his boyfriend. “Oh, I miss it already.”
“Wait, how do you use this,” Luca mutters as he fumbles with the rope, turning it over to figure out what’s up and down.
“Here,” Alberto chuckles and hooks his wrists into the pre-tied loops. “Then you pull here-” he gestures, and Luca obeys, the rope pulling his wrists together. “Maybe not so tight, it’ll make my arms cramp up.”
“Have you been researching again?”
“Actually, I got a demonstration at the store. The guy working there kept explaining it in terms of how to put it on ‘my girlfriend’ and I stood there awkwardly thinking, ‘hello! I’m her’.”
“Straight people are so embarrassing.”
“Yeah, tell me about it.”
“Nope, no talking about them in bed. Just decided. New rule. Stick to it,” Luca pulls his hands to the headboard and begins tying the rope around it. Alberto stares up at his focused face.
“What other new rules do you have in mind…?”
Luca meets his eyes and winks .
“You’re about to find out.” Alberto wills his furious blush away as he finishes the knots. “How does this feel?”
He pulls at the rope. He has a limited range of movement, but enough to be able to shift around and for blood flow through his wrists.
“Perfect. You’re quick.”
“I try!” Luca sits back on his stomach, claps his hands together and grins deviously down at him. “Now. What should I do with you, I wonder…”
Alberto gazes up at him under his eyelashes and does his best to look like a snack, licking his lips and inconspicuously arching his back, tremendously enjoying his boyfriend’s eyes wandering all over him.
“Hmmmm,” Luca teasingly drags out the hum and grabs his jaw. “That mouth looks pretty good…”
Alberto’s breath hitches as he realizes what’s about to happen. He’s ready to plead for it if need be, but holds back, in case his overeager wishes will be used against him. Luca squints skeptically at him and releases his jaw.
“Or? Aren’t you interested in choking on my dick anymo-”
“Yes, for the love of God, yes, please,” he rambles before he can stop himself. Luca flashes him a brilliant smile.
“First rule, no playing hard to get. I’ll be the one doing the teasing today, thank you very much.”
Alberto groans and nods, the words matching his wishes precisely. Luca gently moves the pillows under his head so his face is at an angle, and straddles his chest, poking his swollen cock directly in his face. Alberto stretches his neck to give it a couple of licks, enjoying how his boyfriend inhales sharply.
“Do you want it?”
Alberto hums as he licks slowly up his cock, staring up at him with wide pupils.
“Tell me.”
“I want it.”
“Tell me.”
Luca’s dark, stern voice sends shivers down his spine.
“I want you,” he breathes against him.
Luca frowns and to Alberto’s great frustration arches his hips away, so his dick is just out of his reach.
“Second rule, Scorfano. I want you to beg .”
Alberto sucks in a breath as goosebumps bloom across his skin, from his heart all the way to his fingertips. His lips tremble and his instincts flare to rebel, throw him off, yell, how dare he use that name.
But Luca knows him, he knows him, he knows exactly what he’s doing, knows exactly what he needs. Even when he’s being hard and stern with him, there’s that little twinkle in his eye, assuring him there’s nothing but trust and love behind the mask.
And he’s willing to surrender body and heart.
“I- I-” he stutters lamely.
Luca lays a tender hand on his face, thumb stroking his cheek, giving him the reassurance needed to give himself up, give up every little secret desire.
“I want you in my mouth - I want your - your thick cock in my mouth, down my throat, choking me out.”
Luca’s stunned into silence as a furious blush creeps up his ears. He’s describing his plans exactly, but hearing them in such vivid details, the way Alberto desires as he lays there in open submission, staring lustfully up at him makes his head spin.
“Tell me how much you want it,” he breathes.
“So bad, Luca, God , I need you, need you to fuck my face relentlessly and come down my throat so hard I can’t breathe .”
Luca’s eyelids flutter and a warm, shivering heat settles in his stomach.
“You’re not begging yet.”
Alberto curses under his breath as his brain surrenders to the hazy fog of desire, clouding over every self-conscious doubt.
“Please, Luca, please, let me have it, let me have you in my mouth, please, I want you, I need you-”
Luca swiftly grabs his jaw and shuts his mouth, delighting in how Alberto groans. He angles his hips to press his cock against his soft lips to be peppered with little, begging licks and kisses, so eager for more but waiting patiently for permission.
Luca pushes forward, humming as the tip is enveloped in warm, delicious heat he desperately wants to bury himself in, but holds back, teasing his boyfriend by rocking his hips minutely back and forth, only letting him have the head.
Oh, he could get definitely used to this, Alberto letting himself be teased like a plaything. He buries his hands in the tight curls splayed around his face and pushes in further.
“You’re being such a good boy for me, Scorfano,” he gasps, staring into his dark eyes that widen and fall shut, his eyebrows knitting together in an almost pained expression. Luca brushes some curls away from his forehead, mutters fond praise and waits patiently for his eyes to open. He knows he’s pushing limits, deliberately using words that claw at the darkest parts inside him Luca isn’t privy to, hoping the claws are gentle enough to heal and not hurt.
Alberto feels adrift at sea, helpless and weak like a human in a storm. He’s struggling to keep himself afloat, not be pulled under into the dark abyss of the maelstrom, be dragged to the bottom and curl in on himself like a helpless child. He breathes deeply, inhales the calming scent of his boyfriend, the hands in his hair pulling him back to reality. The reality where it’s Luca holding him down, it’s Luca talking to him, there’s no one but Luca, who would never hurt him.
He opens his eyes and finds just what he expects - tender eyes patiently waiting for him, checking in on him, loving him.
It’s just Luca.
Alberto firmly presses his tongue against the underside of his cock, conveying what his full mouth can’t.
“You are a good boy, aren’t you?” Luca asks gently. Alberto smiles around him and hums in agreement, priding himself on the soft gasp that nets him. He continues lapping against his cock, egging him on, groans eagerly when Luca finally pushes further into his mouth, until the tip presses against the back of his throat. The breathy noise as he buries all the way inside makes Alberto’s heart jump.
“Good boy,” Luca pants as he feels the muscles in the back of his throat working to accommodate him. He glances down at his boyfriend whose eyes are brimming with dark desire and unhesitant devotion.
Alberto’s head spins, overcome with his favorite, heady scent of Luca’s musk overwhelming his senses, his words tickling at that sweet spot between fear and trust in the back of his mind. Luca rolls his hips slowly, gently, holding him down with intense eyes - just biding his time before he’s warmed up enough to be fucked the way he wants. He sucks in his cheeks, relishing in how Luca’s breath stutters as the friction on his cock increases.
“S-such a good boy, Beto…” he moans loudly and speeds up a little, but still holding back, not thrusting all the way down his throat. He’s right. He is being such a good boy for his Luca. And he loves being a good boy for him. He wants to be the best boy. He eagerly meets every thrust with a forceful lick of his tongue to encourage him, every little noise he draws out of his boyfriend making him buck eagerly up against nothing. If he’s really good, maybe Luca would even touch him… he shivers at the thought.
“You ready for more?” Luca breathes, gripping tighter onto his golden curls, stroking his thumbs against his flushed, clammy cheekbones. Alberto gives a long, throaty rumble that resonates through his cock to the heat coiling in his stomach. Luca smiles deviously at him and holds his gaze as he pulls back and thrusts hard , all the way down his throat, making both of them groan loudly.
"Ahh-Beto,” Luca bites his lip and repeats the movement, savoring how Alberto’s eyes go unfocused and almost fall closed, but still keeping his eyes open to drink him in and Luca adores the attention, loves every little reaction his boyfriend gives him, so responsive and eager and turned on, all by him. He’s gonna give him all that back, tenfold.
“Such a good boy, Alberto, taking me in all the way,” he pants as he thrusts again, barely having time to feel embarrassed by the lewd words before at the reward of a low growl right up against the tip of his cock eggs him on. “You like that, don’t you?” he continues, emboldened by the response, “Like my dick down your throat?”
Alberto growls, hungry for Luca to speed up already, treat him the way he wants, needs, roughly, relentlessly, it’s not enough, he needs him to fuck him.
Luca notices how Alberto’s fingers are trembling, wrists pulling against the restraints, and takes both his hands in his, intertwining their fingers, the way Alberto clutches at him making his heart beat harder.
“L-let me know if it’s too much, Beto, I- ahh,” he whines, his jaw falling slack as Alberto hums against him, “I’m gonna give it to you, just how you want it.”
He gives Alberto no warning, thrusts into his mouth so hard he sees stars and pants through his nostrils, gives him no warning before he does it again, granting him the lovely, painful sensation of his throat closing up. He screws his eyes shut to defend against the attack on his senses, Luca’s cock so heavy and thick and delicious on his tongue, the uniquely heady scent of his sweat against his nose, his balls slapping against his jaw, his weight pressing on his chest.
“Eyes here, Scorfano,” Luca demands in a deep voice. When Alberto’s deep, forest eyes are on him again, he gives his hands a squeeze. “Good boy, Beto, very good boy,” he times each swift thrust with his words, choking on his gasps every time the back of his throat closes up on his cock. “Such a good boy, just for me.”
Luca makes sure to put on a show for him, squeezing his thighs around his heaving chest, arching his body sensually into every thrust, exaggerating every breathless praise for him, letting his eyes fall closed and feel his burning gaze on him, feel his whimpers on his cock, feel his hands trembling in his. When he opens his eyes and looks down at Alberto again, he finds his eyes watering with a pleading expression, sending pangs of doubt through his chest.
“Alberto, p-please tell me you’re fine” he pants, retreating to give him some space, but he just whines impatiently, trying to suck his cock back inside. Luca chuckles in relief and grins deviously at his eager, crimson face, sweat beading on his forehead. “I almost forgot. How you want to choke on me.” He feels Alberto’s needy reaction on his cock and thrusts all the way down his throat, burying himself in another rumbling groan. “How you want me to fuck your face .”
Luca sets a speed so fast, hard, brutal, Alberto feels like he’s suffocating, drowning, feels the pull of the dark currents in his mind trying to take him down, but he keeps his gaze on Luca’s face, his pleasure almost tinged with pain as praise falls from his lips, keeps reminding himself he’s his good boy, only Luca’s, not at the mercy of the darkness in the back of his mind, only Luca’s, the only man he will willingly lay down bare and open and defenseless for, helplessly submit to nothing but obedience.
“What a good boy, B-Beto,” he moans, feeling all his muscles tensing up, preparing for the incoming waves of bliss, making him ramble, too turned on for embarrassment as he keeps the relentless pace. “Such a good boy, taking my dick like it’s all you want to.”
Alberto whimpers, writhing underneath him, desperate to find friction and release the aching tension in his jaw and for Luca to keep talking like that. He sucks in his cheeks, rewarded with a breathless keen that tells him he’s close, and keeps his tongue pressed towards the cock drowning him, harsh and forceful making his throat ache and spasm, but he still wishes he could grab his hips, back, ass, anything, to press him impossibly closer, force him open even further. Luca’s pants turn high-pitched and needy as he calls his name over and over and over until there’s nothing but Luca inside his mind.
Luca squeezes his hands in an iron grip, making his knuckles burn white under thin skin. A shudder runs down his back as he breathes in a final, hesitant gasp, before the orgasm makes its way through him, thrusting uncontrollably into the delicious heat as he mewls loudly, his boyfriend’s name falling from his lip.
“Oh - good boy , ahhn-Alberto !” he cries, thighs clenching as he buries himself all the way inside, bucking and twitching as he comes down his throat, moaning even louder seeing his boyfriend’s unfocused, dilated pupils keeping his gaze as he swallows, the muscles moving on his sensitive head making him whimper and tremble and prolong the orgasm working its way through him.
Alberto can’t deny the painful chocking as he drinks him down, but watching his boyfriend shamelessly on display makes it all worth it. Every little detail of his pleasure makes his heart swell with pride - stomach and strong thighs quivering, balls straining against his chin, jaw slack and swollen lips panting, eyebrows knitting together over dark eyes overflowing with emotion. All because of him, all because he’s such a good boy for him.
Luca’s back arches one final time with a stuttering breath, before he slumps forward, falling against the headboard, eyes closed and panting. He feels Alberto squeeze his hands insistently and mutters a quick sorry before sitting back up and gently pulling out of his mouth. He coughs and opens his jaw, stretching and wincing.
“Too much?” Luca asks, placing his hands on each side of his face, wiping away the pooling tears at the corners of his eyes and gazing at him kindly.
“Perfect,” Alberto mumbles hoarsely, blinking lazily up at him with a satisfied smile. Luca rubs his thumbs into the joint between his throat and jaw, drawing out grateful groans. “If anything, I wish I could somehow get you further down my throat.”
“You’re a little nasty, you know that?” he chuckles, moving his hands to work the tendons of his neck.
“You make me nasty,” he grins back. “Could you move though - my chest hurts.”
“Oh!” Luca quickly gets off and curls up next to him, leaning on his elbow and laying a hand back on his neck, continuing the massage. “Sorry.”
“No worries,” he takes a deep breath and sighs in relief, slumping against the pillows and rotating his shoulders and wrists, before looking down at him with a devious little grin. “But now I’m very curious to know what more you have in store.”
“I’m not sure,” Luca says teasingly, “but honestly, I’m kind of tired…”
“That’s not funny,” Alberto stares at him dead-pan.
“I can’t help it, you wear me out,” he continues, biting his grinning lip and trailing a light finger down his throat, feeling the protesting growl rumble against it. Luca glows with content pride at how quickly he’s riled up, already arching up into his touch, hips twitching, searching for anything to grant him relief.
“I might need a break…” he continues, ignores the growl in response and continues stroking lazily down his chest, “just a little nap…”
“Luca!” Alberto squeals as he pinches his nipple.
“You’ll be here when I’m done, won’t you? Wait-” he chuckles deviously as he moves to kiss the pink tender flesh, “you have no choice, do you, but lay here and wait and yearn until I’m ready to fuck you-”
“No, please, no,” Alberto whimpers, gnawing on his lip, “please, give me something-”
“What do you want?” he mumbles before twirling his tongue around his nipple.
“Anything, anything,” he pleads, “just touch me, will you just touch me-”
“You’re being awfully demanding for someone with no power.”
“Please, pretty, pretty please, sweetheart-”
“Alright,” Luca giggles sweetly, sitting up and pressing a firm, wet kiss to his mouth before settling between his legs. “Don’t worry, you’ll get your reward,” he whispers over his lips before kissing down his neck at a thankfully much faster pace than before, hands roaming as he makes his way down his chest.
Alberto’s still grumbling impatiently, shivering and rolling against every touch.
“I wish I could just pin you to the mattress and fuck you right now, God, you’re such a tease.”
Luca firmly ignores the nervous warmth spreading in his stomach at the proposition.
“That’s for another time, caro. Right now, you’re all mine.”
Alberto sighs in relief as he finally begins kissing the head of his cock, pulling back his foreskin and smearing out the already dripping liquid. His eyelids flutter shut at the relief of finally, finally being touched and he relaxes back against the pillows, granting his tired arms some rest.
“All mine, my good boy, treating me so well,” he mumbles, words muffled against his balls.
“Yessss, just for you” Alberto gasps, hips rolling into his touch. “All yours, tesoro-” he moans eagerly as Luca licks up his shaft -
- and they both yelp as the phone rings.
“Cazzo,” Luca exclaims, jumping up, “I promised I’d call today- sorry, I have to take it-” and runs out of the room, leaving Alberto stunned with his dripping cock feeling cold as ice without a mouth on it. He groans as he hears Luca answer the phone, prays to every higher power out there that his parents don’t have ages of anecdotes and questions like they usually have. He stares up at the ceiling, begins counting to a hundred to pass the time.
He’s just reached 57 when he hears soft footsteps returning and looks up.
“Finall-” he’s cut off by Luca motioning for him to be quiet. He’s dragged the phone with him all the way to the door frame, leans against it and stares at him as he hums and gives disengaged one-syllable answers.
Alberto frowns, his mind jumping immediately to the worst conclusions, that something has happened with their families, goes down his list of night-time worries, Massimo being hurt at work, Luca’s grandma is starting to get up there in age, isn’t she, and Machiavelli’s certainly old enough to go any day now… until he glances at Luca’s face and sees him licking pre-cum off his lips and staring hungrily at him. Oh, that’s how it’s going to be.
He smirks and fixes him right back with the same stare, looks him up and down and drinks him in. It’s not often he gets to appreciate his full, naked body from a distance and he’s reminded exactly why he loves it, every lithe curve that hides surprising strength, his thick thighs that he loves being enveloped in-
“No, uni’s fine. Not that much to do lately, just a lot of classes and discussion groups, but I don’t have to hand in anything until later in the term...”
Alberto tunes out the words, closing his eyes and envelops himself in his melodic voice, appreciates the bass and the way he pauses with small, charming chuckles. His eyes open at a sudden noise, finds Luca snapping his fingers, staring intently at him and mouthing eyes here.
He rolls his eyes at the bossiness but obeys, keeps admiring his pale skin, a shiver of goosebumps running down his arms now that his bare skin is no longer heated by him. Luca turns his back to him, casting a coy glance over his shoulder to make sure the view is appreciated. Alberto’s eyes fall to the curve of his ass that no artist could ever do justice, which constellation of moles no one but him could map out blindfolded. He whines impatiently and is punished with a stern look and Luca turning back around.
“No, of course I wanna hear, what did Mr. Branzino do?” Luca holds his gaze as he dramatically exaggerates his interest purely to torture him.
Alberto narrows his eyes at him, and is met with a devilish grin. Two can play this game, he decides, smirking back and rolling over onto his side, straining against the rope. He tilts his hips down and groans quietly as he grinds his cock into the bed, finally finding the sweet friction he’s been craving.
He holds Luca’s gaze all the while, sees his eyes go from surprised to lustful and back to a frown. He puts a finger to his lips, but Alberto ignores him, grinds down again and makes a show out of arching his back, fluttering his eyelids and biting his lip to muffle a moan with a sense of lustful pride at how his boyfriend can’t take his eyes off him.
Luca’s looking more panicked by the second, glancing between him and the phone. When Alberto repeats the motions, deliberately getting louder by the second, Luca runs over and sits on the bed, puts a hand over the receiver with a quick hang on , before hissing at his boyfriend.
“It’s my mom , you have to be quiet.”
“Better wrap it up then, before I get loud.”
“Don’t you dare-”
“Absolutely I do,” he whispers with a shit-eating grin and deliberately gets even louder as he ruts against the sheets. Luca frowns and moves his hand to his mouth to shut him up, a shiver running down his spine as he feels his hot breath on his sensitive skin.
“Yes, yes, I’m here, I uh, Alberto just came home.” He bites his lip to repress a smug grin as his mother asks how he is. “He’s doing alright, just a little tied up at the moment,” he winks down at him.
Luca realizes he made a bad move trying to quiet him as he feels Alberto bite into the flesh of his palm. He pulls his hand away and gives him a reprimanding rap on the nose before taking the phone with him and leaving the room.
Alberto rolls out of the convoluted pose and relaxes back into the sheets with a heavy sigh, resolving to try to ease his buzzing mind and skin while listening to Luca’s distant mumbling.
He stares at the cracks in the ceiling until his vision swims.
He counts to a hundred, then another hundred.
God, how much Daniela talks sometimes.
He rolls his wrists gingerly inside his trappings, making sure his circulation stays alright.
He’s hit with a wave of sleepiness from the boredom, feeling his dick start to soften.
Alberto’s just about ready to scream in frustration when he hears determined footsteps. He doesn’t have time to greet him with a winning smile before he’s straddled by a glowering Luca.
“I thought you promised to behave.”
“I did no such thing,” he says innocently, ignoring his heart hammering in nervous excitement at provoking this stern, dominating side he’s never seen before. Luca grabs a fistful of his hair, making him gasp as his head is pulled back.
“You’re being such a brat,” he breathes over his lips. Alberto’s face flushes a dark red and he squirms under the attention. He feels his dick stand at full attention again, poking up against Luca’s thigh. He glances down and smirks, preening at how into this Alberto is. “I think you need to be taught a lesson.”
“Yes,” Alberto pants, unable to keep his half-lidded eyes away from Luca’s intense ones. They stare at each other in silent anticipation until Luca’s eyes flicker.
“... what, exactly?” he whispers, his voice soft and unsure.
“Oh. Um.”
“I’m sorry, I’m blanking.”
Alberto has to laugh at the stage whisper, like an actor breaking character.
“Don’t laugh at me!” Luca hisses, a little embarrassed at his faltering. He grabs harder at Alberto’s hair again to reestablish dominance, and is rewarded by a groan.
“‘M sorry. I- uh- I have an idea…”
“Tell me what you want,” Luca smirks, getting back into the moment.
“It’s a little embarrassing,” he says breathlessly.
“Tell me, or I’m gonna leave you here until you’re ready.”
“Alright, I- umm-” his voice is stolen away into a keen as Luca pulls his head so far back his neck aches. The words come out in a quick jumble before he loses his confidence. “Spank me.”
Luca stares at him for a second, perplexed. It’s not something he’d ever consider, and a part of him wants to immediately shut it down, unwilling to ever lay a hand on his boyfriend like that. But his pleading, embarrassed face gets under his skin, and suddenly his heart is beating a little faster at the thought of Alberto laid defenseless and bare over his thighs, ass red and trembling, begging for it.
“Nevermind- it’s a little too much,” Alberto mumbles sheepishly, looking down. Luca relinquishes his grip to kiss him reassuringly.
“No, I wanna try,” he mumbles against his lips and feels him suck in an excited breath. He climbs off him, pushes at his hips to make him roll onto his stomach. Luca lets him have a moment to reposition the arms still strapped to the headboard, before he grabs his hips forcefully, grinning at how Alberto’s breathing speeds up as he’s positioned sideways on his lap, his dick pushing against his thigh. Luca hums appreciatively and kneads at his ass for a bit as he works up the courage.
“You’ll let me know if it’s too hard?”
“Si, si, te lo prometto, just get on with it,” he groans, turning his head to rest sideways on the pillow so he can glance back at him. Luca hums and lifts his hand.
“You’ve been a very bad boy, Alberto,” he announces and promptly smacks him.
Alberto’s eyes clench shut as he cries out, stomach roiling with warm, conflicting emotions.
“How was that?” Luca asks gently, stroking over the struck skin.
“Perfect,” he gasps, “more please.”
He doesn’t hesitate this time, slaps his other cheek and grins at feeling Alberto’s cock twitch and grind against his lap. He pauses to rub both cheeks and delight in the skin slowly turning red in time with his boyfriend’s ragged breathing.
“Luca,” he whispers with a pleading look, “t-talk to me, please, l-like before, please…”
Luca sucks in a breath and closes his eyes for a second, focusing to get back into that headspace… his lovely, adoring boyfriend who never does him anything wrong… he truly is a good boy. Except… he’s been disobeying him. He opens his eyes and meets Alberto’s with a steely expression.
“What happened, Alberto? You were being such a good boy for me…” he mumbles slowly in a dark voice, giving him no warning before handing out a sharp rap that has him squirming in his lap, “why are you misbehaving?” he demands with another, harder smack.
“I don’t know,” Alberto gasps, the stern words and harsh tone fogging up his brain with a dark, confused haze, tugging at him, trying to pull him under. He clenches his fists and keens as he’s slapped again, even harder. “I don’t know!”
“Oh, I think you know, Scorfano,” he says softly, giving him a break to stroke and rub at the sore skin. “Do you need me to spell it out for you?”
Alberto screws his eyes shut, trying to calm his rapid breaths and keep his head above water. It hurts. His words, his hands, they’re hurting him. He’s hurting him. In just the right way. In Luca’s loving arms nothing can truly hurt. He focuses on the gentle hands comforting him, muttering gentle, adoring words, reassuring and consoling.
It’s just Luca.
Luca who loves him no matter what, whether he’s good or bad.
He opens his eyes and catches Luca’s caring ones.
“How are you, amore?”
“Fine,” he exhales shakily, “it’s- it’s a lot, but I want it.”
“More?”
“Please,” he mumbles, burying his burning face in the pillow, “harder, please…”
Luca mutters a couple more affectionate words, stroking him soothingly, before clearing his throat.
“You’re disobeying me, Scorfano,” he continues in a stern voice, “because you’re a needy-” he pauses to smack him “- attention-seeking-” again “-little brat-” again, harder than ever, the loud sounds echoing against the walls, almost drowning out Alberto’s high-pitched pleading of his name that has his cock stirring again. Luca lets him catch his breath for a couple of seconds, feathering touches across his reddening ass and wiping away a drop of sweat from his spine, before continuing, softer. “Are you sorry, Alberto?”
He mumbles into the pillow.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you.”
Alberto whimpers and turns to meet his ruthless glare.
“Are you sorry?” he repeats, keeping the act up even when Alberto’s watering eyes are making his heart tremble and worry, knows he’s fine, knows he will let him know.
“I’m sorry- gnh!” His words are stolen into a choked groan as Luca hits him again. “I’m sorry- ahh!” And again, treating him to three swift, sharp smacks in succession that has him bucking his aching cock against his thighs and moaning wantonly. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
“There’s my good boy,” Luca purrs happily, kneading his nails into the sensitive flesh, extremely pleased with his boyfriend’s reactions. He can’t deny how much he’s enjoying this, being strict and mean and pulling him completely apart the way he needs. “Was that so hard?”
Alberto pants and rubs his face into the pillow, trying to wipe away the tears and sweat and hide from the intense way Luca’s working him, making him tremble from head to toe.
“Enough?” Luca mutters softly, rubbing circles into the small of his back. Alberto nods, still burrowed into the pillow. “Alright. I think you’ve deserved your reward.”
Luca gently moves his boyfriend off his lap and spreads his thighs to settle between them, making Alberto gasp and look back at him in wonder.
“Really?”
“Yes, really,” he chuckles as he spreads his cheeks and leans over him to blow some air over his crack, his fingers chasing the goosebumps spreading along his cheeks. “You’ve been good. You deserve it.”
“Thank you,” Alberto breathes. It hasn’t been long since he finally turned him around on eating ass, and he gets absolutely ecstatic on the rare occasions Luca will indulge him. He shivers and moans eagerly as soon as his tongue slowly slides against his asshole, grinding his hips back towards his face.
“Patience, Beto,” Luca mutters against him, pushing the hands gripping his sore ass to firmly press his hips down. He keeps licking harder each time, grinning as his boyfriend’s noises escalate in volume.
“Oh, Luca - thank you, thank you, thank you,” he pants eagerly as Luca gently presses his wet lips against him. The way he holds him down keeps his neglected cock pressed into the mattress, has him rutting his hips shamelessly between the friction he’s desperately craving from both ends.
Alberto buries into the pillow, muffling a loud moan as Luca finally pushes inside, stretching him open, licking lasciviously into him while his lips suck at the rim, and he feels like he could come already, his boyfriend treating him so well-
He whines when Luca pulls out, whipping his head around to gaze at him in dazed confusion.
“Third rule. Keep your face out of the pillow, caro. I wanna hear you.”
Alberto’s heart flutters and he rests his head on his arm, angled to look back at him, and is treated to the breathtaking sight of Luca lavishly licking his own hand with a smirk, before he cups his balls gently and pushes a thumb against his taint, which has him stuttering on his rasping breaths and grinding into his touch.
“Perfect. Don’t hold back.”
Luca rubs circles into his taint and enjoys the view of his sweating, red face looking back at him with helplessly fluttering eyelids for a couple of moments before diving in between his cheeks again, pressing his tongue inside and twisting it around, grinning at the lewd noise he’s rewarded with. It took him a while to warm up to this, but he’s slowly becoming obsessed with the heady scent and taste of his sensitive flesh, and particularly with what it all does to his boyfriend.
Alberto pants against his shoulder while Luca works him relentlessly, pushing on every single of his buttons, making his hips squirm in confused neediness between pressing into and away from the stimulation against every raw, electric nerve between his thighs.
“I’m- n-not gonna last very long, Lu,” he stutters and feels a smile against his hole before Luca redoubles his efforts, timing his forceful licks with pressing into his taint and squeezing his balls. Alberto groans and rolls against his face, desperate to get closer, deeper, more , ease the painful throbbing in his dripping cock and the fire flashing over his skin.
Luca clutches his other hand to his ass, kneading the abused, pink flesh as he kisses his asshole as passionately, as deeply, as he would his mouth, preening at the increasingly needy, wanton moans that nets him. He grins, struck with a brilliant idea, and very gently rubs his teeth along the rim and is not disappointed by the reaction, goosebumps forming under his hands as Alberto cries half his name before muffling the rest into his own shoulder. Luca frowns and pulls out of him.
“Have you forgotten already? I want to hear you,” he growls.
Alberto angles his face to look back at him, catching Luca’s breath with the drops of sweat running down his flushed face, neck, back, rapid breaths passing through swollen, bitten lips, and his eyes - lashes trembling over dilated pupils burning with needy delirious lust, for him and him alone. He bites back a little whimper, forcing himself to stay in character.
“I’m sorry,” he gasps, “I’m sorr-”
“Are you really?” Luca says sternly and digs his nails into his ass. “Or do you need another lesson?”
“No, please, please no, Luca, I’ll be good- I’ll be so good- I promise-”
Luca licks his smirking lips. He would easily have given in, but he holds back, relishing in the way his increasingly desperate pleas spread warm tingles all over him, and keeps pushing at his taint to draw out high-pitched gasps between his words.
“- pretty please, Luca, ah, dearest, amore, please make me come, oh, can you please just let me come-”
“Alright,” he chuckles softly. “If you keep being a good boy and letting me hear you-”
“-yes, yes, I’ll be such a good boy, mmh, the best-”
“- and keep looking at me. Don’t close your eyes. Or I will punish you.”
Alberto’s eyebrows knit together in a delicious, helpless expression and nods profusely, biting his lip with a little whine.
“Good, Alberto. Good boy,” he grins deviously, lowering down slowly, pleased when his eyes follow him with pants of gratitude to him. Luca wastes no time, plunging back into his hole, releasing a breathy moan in time with his boyfriend as he watches him struggle to obey.
Alberto desperately wishes to hide in embarrassment from his unyielding attention, but keeps their eyes locked and his lips open, terrified of losing the trail of the high he’s chasing. While already furiously overstimulated, the added layer of Luca’s lidded, lustful eyes keeping their connection over the curve of his ass while doing absolutely sinful things to him leaves him with no choice but to obey.
His eyes flutter shut for a moment too long and Luca doesn’t hesitate, chastising his hole with teeth, just ever so slightly harder than before, pushing against the precipice of pain. Alberto cries out an apology, eyes shooting open to meet his stern gaze that turns soft and adoring again, the silent praise sending warm, pleased shivers down his spine.
“A-again,” he pants, “please, bite me, please-” his words carry into a long whimpering groan as Luca squeezes his rim together with his teeth, he feels every single ridge of the sharp edges against his hole making him buck against the mattress - he moans wantonly as Luca repeats the action, simultaneously squeezing his balls and rubbing at his taint - and again - and again - and again -
Luca closes his eyes to focus, to intently keep increasing the pressure, keep the pace, syncing up his every move to keep overwhelming him, every high-pitched, choked noise confirming he’s driving him completely wild. He feels Alberto’s thighs start to tremble and hums against him, the rumble spreading through his tongue, pouring inside him as he nibbles continuously on the sensitive flesh, harder for every time he hears his name falling like the most beautiful prayer from his lips.
Luca looks up and grins when he finds his boyfriend’s eyes on him and bites down, hard, rewarding his obedience, feels his whole body tensing in a quivering arch, hovering on the cliff’s edge for just a moment, waiting for the plunge.
Time seems to stop as Alberto breathlessly watches his boyfriend’s face pillowed between his cheeks, eyes patiently encouraging him, inviting him. He whimpers a final, desperate please, and that’s all it takes for Luca to resume his nibbling, licking, rubbing, everything, forcing a surprised, almost pained yelp out of his throat before the orgasm hits him.
His eyes screw shut as his hips spasm uncontrollably between the insisting pressure attacking him from all sides, Luca apparently determined to wring every ricocheting tremble possible out of his aching nerves, egging on the guttural groan as pleasure forces its way through him, relentless, never-ending waves drowning out his buzzing mind. He chokes on a whimper as his dick twitches, pumping out warm liquid sticking to his skin and the bed sheets, all at once quenching every flame licking across his skin until he slumps, spent and boneless into the mattress.
He whines as Luca teasingly licks his sensitive hole a couple more times, before he lets go of him, finally granting him the blissful, silent peace of afterglow.
“Thank you,” he breathes, “thank you, thank you, Luca-”
He’s cut off by a frenzied laughter.
“Oh my God. Okay. O-kay ! Now I really get it. Alberto, I’m gonna eat you out so much you’re gonna get sick of it.”
Alberto groans, equally excited and preemptively exhausted at the prospect. Luca flops down next to him and rests a hand on his neck, thumb stroking at the wispy curls at his hairline.
“Jeez. Luca. How- the multitasking. How do you do it? You’re so dextrous.”
“Hmm,” he grins, “yet another surprisingly useful skill you pick up minutely adjusting telescopes I guess. Did not expect the place to apply that to be your ass, though.”
“I wish you would apply every skill you have to my ass,” Alberto grins deviously, earning him a sloppy, giggling kiss that slows down to a lazy musing, tasting himself on his lips.
Luca hums and moves closer, forgetting the renewed erection burning between his legs that he thoughtlessly presses against Alberto’s hip with a groan, before blushing furiously and pulling away.
“Mm- sorry,” he mumbles, gingerly angling his hips away. “I’ll- yeah. It’ll go away.”
“Or…”
Luca’s eyes snap to his attentively.
“You like it when I fuck you after you’ve come, so I’ve been wanting to try that myself…”
“Really?” he gasps. “Are you sure? I’ve pushed you pretty far already.”
“Then why not take me to the limit?” he mutters, leaning in to nibble at his lips, eagerly breathing in his little whimper. “Please?”
“You sure?” Luca pants as he pulls back. Alberto nods at him, eyes brimming with trust and unyielding devotion. He smiles and cups his cheek. “Even if I keep teasing you?”
“Especially then,” Alberto winks. Luca laughs and leans in for another soft kiss, before quickly rolling over and grabbing a bottle of lube from their bedside table.
“Do you need to switch positions?”
Alberto hums and pulls himself closer to the headboard, easing some of the strain.
“Nah, I’m good.”
Luca snuggles into his boyfriend again, resting his head on his shoulder, close enough their breaths mingle. He pauses for a moment to just look at him, appreciate the face he’ll never get tired of seeing every day.
“What,” Alberto mumbles with a knowing smile.
“Nothing. I just love you.”
“I know.”
“And you?” Luca demands.
“Hmm. I dunno,” he teases back, yelping as Luca tugs chastising on his curls.
“No respect for the man who just ate your ass?”
“You’re right, that tipped the scales,” he grins. “Love you.”
“That’s better,” Luca plants a soft kiss to his nose before pulling back to open the bottle of lube and start rubbing it all over his hand. He teasingly slides a fingertip all the way down his spine, delighting at the goosebumps in its wake, but only reaches the small of his back.
“You’re too tall,” he whines. “I wanted to keep kissing you.”
“Sorry, babe. You signed up for this.”
“Give me one for the road, then,” he grins and leans in for a kiss, humming contently when his boyfriend eagerly pushes against him, providing the passion he wanted by slipping his tongue hungrily inside his mouth. By the time he breaks it off, he’s dizzy from lack of breath and sighs a content thank you.
“Anytime,” Alberto winks lazily at him. “No time spent kissing you is a waste of time.”
“You’re such a poet,” Luca laughs and pecks his lips one final time before sitting up. He hums thoughtfully before planting one knee on each side of his hips and leans across his boyfriend’s back, checking his range. He’s pleased to find he can reach all the way to his neck while still keeping one firm hand on his ass. “This’ll do.”
He sits back up again and slides his hand into his crack to rub his thumb against his asshole, still a little slick with his own spit, already getting a little gasp in return.
“Come on, Luca, you’ve already been down there. You don’t need to start from scratch,” he complains.
“Did you forget that I’m teasing you?” he grins, pushing the pad of his thumb forcefully against his hole, almost slipping inside but pulling back. “I know you’re ready for more.”
Alberto groans, pillowing his head on his shoulder to look back at him with half-closed eyes.
“Besides, you need time to get hard again.”
Luca leans down to plant kisses up his spine, veering off course to lazily chase the goosebumps spreading all over, while he keeps teasing his hole. When he’s reached the broad expanse of his shoulders, he rests his jaw against warm skin to glance up at him.
“You ready for more?”
Alberto meets his eyes, adorably eager and playful under unruly, damp curls. He hums encouragingly and keeps his eyes as a finger slides easily into him. He sighs blissfully and rolls his hips against him, trying to bring him closer, but Luca teasingly moves away.
“You are such a pain-” he pauses to chuckle. “In the ass.”
“Oh , if it’s painful, that means I have to ease off,” Luca says dramatically with a shit-eating grin.
“Don’t you dare,” Alberto growls back.
Luca rubs his nose into his neck, deeply inhaling the soothing scent of his rosemary shampoo mixed with sweat and sea salt. .
“I won’t tease you any longer. I need to get off soon.”
“Ah, romance.”
Luca plants a wet kiss on his neck and presses another finger against his hole, humming questioningly and pushing inside at his nodding. He indulges him, pushes both fingers inside to the knuckles and rubs, searching. He grins when Alberto tenses up before releasing a shivering sigh.
“Good?” he breathes against his ear.
“Very,” he gasps as Luca keeps massaging his prostate. “I can take another.”
Alberto whimpers as he obliges, stretching him out and increasing the pressure on his prostate. The pleasure is starting to coil pleasurably in his stomach, his dick twitching in anticipation. He rolls his hips between Luca’s hand at the mattress, closing his eyes and growing louder with each move. It’s slow and lazy and perfect, especially with the small kisses and adoring little words against his ear.
Listening to his throaty moans makes Luca’s dick throb, desperate for friction, for the same pleasure he’s giving his boyfriend. He lowers his hips, draping over his back and straddling his own arm to roll his hips eagerly against the small of his back, right into the divot of his spine with a satisfied sigh.
“Wrong spot, babe,” Alberto groans. “You’re supposed to be inside me.”
“Idiot,” he snorts and hums contently into his shoulder as he grinds his hips down again. On the next movement, Alberto rolls his back up against him, making him groan with the increased friction. He indulges in repeating the action, timing it with rubbing at Alberto’s prostate and enjoying the bass of his voice reverberating through him.
“Luca,” he groans, “would you please fuck me soon?”
He hums thoughtfully against his shoulder, grinding his hips down once more.
“Again, you’re very demanding.”
“I said please,” he huffs.
“Alright, alright,” Luca relents, pulling out and moving to sit beside him, grabbing the bottle of lube. He lets his eyes wander over his boyfriend for a moment.
“On your back,” he gestures. “I miss kissing you.”
Alberto obediently rolls over, sighing as his half-hard dick is finally allowed some space to breathe. He rearranges his arms and licks his lips, staring alluringly up at his boyfriend, and is not disappointed by the hungry gaze he’s fixed with as Luca rubs lube over his cock. He lifts his hips when he grabs a pillow to push it underneath him, and eagerly spreads his legs for him to settle between.
“You’re gorgeous,” Luca mutters, staring fondly at him as he pulls his thighs around his waist. Alberto grabs around him, hooking his ankles together and pressing him closer. Luca leans forwards to hover over him, to see his face as he guides his cock inside him. He’s not disappointed with his eyelids trembling and lips parting in a shaky inhale as he slowly pushes in, pausing when the head’s inside.
“Oh, Luca, finally,” Alberto sighs, digging his nails into his palms. After such a long break, the stretch is unfamiliar, but not painful after the frankly excessive amount of attention Luca’s given his ass. His eyes flicker down to his lips that he’s desperate to taste again. “Would you kiss me, please?”
Luca smiles and eagerly presses their lips together, savoring the light layer of sweat tinging the kiss with a familiar taste of home, seasalt and summer and Alberto, his Alberto opening up, starving beneath him. He takes his sweet time, sliding their tongues together to stave his hunger, drinking up every lovely noise pouring from him.
“More, Luca, please,” he whimpers, trying to draw him closer by his legs, feeling like every second’s wasted until he’s inside him. He arches his hips towards him as he finally pushes further in, encouraging him to keep going, keep going , until he’s buried all the way inside.
Luca breaks the kiss in desperate need of breath and buries his face in his neck, panting and trying to adjust to the intense sensation. Alberto nuzzles against his hair, leaving small kisses and words of encouragement against his ear, making him smile with all his ridiculous pet names.
“I’ve missed you,” he whispers with a wet kiss against his throat.
“I’ve missed you,” Alberto replies, choking as though holding back a sob. He pulls back to look at him, finding no tears but a broken, guilty expression. “I’m sorry.”
Luca dives in for another kiss, hoping to smooth out all his worries with passion.
“No matter, hm? Now we’re here,” he says. Alberto gives him a small, grateful smile that turns devious as he grinds his hips against him. Luca hums contently and rocks gently into him, drinking the breaths into his mouth. He keeps the pace slow and sensual, relishing in their muscles working in tandem and the shiver running through Alberto every time he gently nudges his prostate.
“You’re right, this is intense,” Alberto whispers. Luca hums, peppering small kisses all over his face before sitting up. He strokes his hands from his hips, over his sides and all the way up to his pecs that he gives a little squeeze, thumbing over both nipples. He looks delicious, laid open and bare like this, strong arms taut and quivering, large hands fidgeting and clenching. It’s been so long, too long, since he’s been allowed this, and he’s not about to waste the opportunity to lavish him with attention.
The years of neglect and malnourishment took far too long to leave his body. Although hard work and a stable home life put some muscles on him, he was still trapped looking like a gangly beanstalk for far too long. Luca much prefers the adult version, whose jagged ribs don’t bump into his kisses, whose hips don’t make him wince on contact, whose spine doesn’t protrude like spiky fins, whose stomach isn’t worryingly hollow. Prefers him like this, with a healthy layer of fat that can be pinched and nibbled to taste years of pasta and homegrown tomatoes and self-procured fish, taste how he finally feels safe and loved and present in his body, savor his own hard work in helping him heal with thousands of kisses and caresses slipping under his skin to stay.
Or maybe his farm boy sensibilities just enjoy a man who looks like he could harvest seaweed and wrestle unruly tunas all day and wrap him up in a warm cuddle at night. Two things can be true. Either way, he loves squeezing his pecs, stroking the softness over his toned arms, the little jiggle on his ass, and especially his squishy belly, always a welcome place to rest his head, loves every place that’s finally something to hold onto, not slip between his fingers.
So he makes sure to treasure that, letting hands travel all over his skin, licking every freckle he can reach, kissing into his armpits, make sure he knows he loves every single inch of sun-kissed skin, and preening at how he noisily reacts and pushes into every touch, especially as he times it with massaging his prostate.
Alberto loves it, loves being at his boyfriend's mercy, to be slowly unravelled and toyed with. But he hasn’t properly touched him in weeks, and suddenly it’s all he craves, to roam over his skin and rediscover every little bump and freckle, repay the attention he’s denied him for too long.
“Luca,” he whines, pulling against the restraints. “I wanna touch you.”
Luca stills inside him and pulls back with a teasing smile.
“That’s just too bad. Who was it that practically sat on my lap begging for this?”
“I know- I know,” he pants, “but- let me go, please-”
“Nope. No changing the rules,” he smirks and muffles his complaints, huffing a small laugh as Alberto nearly bites his lips, still bargaining. “Now, you’re not being bad again, are you?”
“No, no, Luca, please, I’m not, I just want to hold you-”
Luca’s resolve is crumbling, and he seriously considers it for a couple of moments. After all, Alberto has been good to him, and he hasn’t felt nails digging into his back for so long… but it’s about principle.
“You’ve made your bed, Beto, lay in it,” he hums against his lips.
“Can you hold my hands, at least?” he mutters, adorably dejected. Luca smiles and slides his hands all the way from his stomach and up his thick arms. Alberto grabs his hands the second they’re within reach and intertwines their fingers with a satisfied sigh.
“You’re adorable, you know that?” Luca mumbles against his neck. Alberto nuzzles his nose against his curls, planting a kiss into his hairline.
“I don’t, actually. I think you should tell me that. Maybe a hundred times.”
“You should know better than to challenge me, Alberto,” he grins and nips at his neck before switching to wet kisses, broken up by mumbling the words into his skin. “Keep count for me, will you?”
Alberto huffs, but obliges, quickly counting back the seven he’s already been blessed with, and squeezes his hands to punctuate each one that spreads warm tickles through his chest. Luca is absolutely ridiculous, and he absolutely adores him, and he apparently adores him enough to tell him a hundred times. He almost loses count just marvelling at that alone.
“How many?” ‘Luca pauses his recital.
“27.”
“Good boy. Good luck keeping up.”
Alberto feels the grin against his neck and his little questioning hum is wrung into a long moan as Luca thrusts into him. He forces himself to focus on the words - 29 - breathed into his skin, not succumb - 30 - fully to the pleasure trying to wipe his mind - 31 - blank. He thrusts again, making him groan headily and almost miss 32-33-34, but he grits his teeth and forcefully squeezes - 35 - Luca’s hands.
“How many?” Luca retreats with demanding eyes.
“36,” he breathes, grateful for the reprieve.
“Very good, Alberto,” he grins and dives back in again, now favoring tongue and teeth and making him groan and arch up into the attention and almost lose count again. He clenches Luca’s hands to ground him through the overwhelming sensations.
Luca keeps checking in with him, checking his count, meeting him at 49 and 67 and 82 as every little compliment melting into his skin makes him feel more present - here , finally, with his boyfriend. He rubs his nose and lips into him every chance he gets, breathing on an ear, tickling a freckle, rewarded with a laugh when he accidentally licks his eyebrow.
“97 - 98 - 99,” he pants, unable to hold back a victorious laugh as he whoops, “100!”
“Excellent. Thank you,” Luca pulls him into a deep, rewarding kiss. “Do you believe me now?” he breathes over his lips.
“Yes, stupid. I always did.”
Luca chuckles against his lips before picking up the pace, thrusting into him, hard and deep until only high-pitched moans fall from his lips, to be eagerly devoured by him. He keeps his eyes half-open, to watch his eyelids flutter and clench, his heart jumping every time he catches a glimpse of dark, delirious eyes meeting his.
“I-I’m getting there, caro,” Alberto whimpers, pleads, and Luca’s too far gone to keep up the teasing. He leans back to hoist his legs up, pausing for the awkward little shuffle to wrap them over his shoulders and thrusts into him, earning a long groan that’s broken into smaller, guttural noises as he thrusts again, and again, not faster but deeper , with Alberto’s quivering legs desperately trying to pull him even deeper.
“You feel so good, tesoro,” he sighs, sliding his hands up from his hips to rub soothing circles into his aching thighs, all the while holding his gaze with half-lidded eyes. Luca smiles and blinks lazily at him, and again puts on a show , rolling his whole back and chest sensually into every thrust. He turns his head to plant sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to his knee, to lap up beads of sweat on his thigh, grinning as Alberto steadily grows louder.
“Luca, Luca, please, let me kiss you,” Alberto pants, pulling against the restraints, desperate to have him closer, be enveloped in him. His only response is a cheeky smile as he continues to nibble into his thigh, making his hips spasm up against him. “Please, please, no more teasing, you promised-”
“Hold- hold on,” Luca gasps, closing his eyes and slowing the pace, the pleading combined with the heat on his cock making warm pleasure coil in his gut, almost taking him over the edge. He leans his forehead against Alberto’s knee to pant and let the sensation ease for a moment.
“You alright?” Alberto asks in a worried tone, nudging his knee against him.
“Yeah- yeah,” Luca sighs and looks at him, feeling his stomach tensing up again at his gorgeous, lustful face. “Just - close. Had to take a break.”
“Me too,” he admits. “Please, come here.”
Luca can’t resist any longer, slips his thighs down to his waist, giving him more space to lean over him. He growls in frustration when he still can’t reach his face, stopping only a couple of inches short.
“You’re too tall!”
“Pillow, pillow-”
Luca grabs at the pillows, grumbling in annoyance as he shoves a couple more under his shoulders and neck. He grabs his hands and uses the leverage to get closer, diving straight into a kiss. Alberto moans eagerly and leans into him, determined to keep him captive.
“Ready?” Luca mumbles against his lips.
Alberto nods fervently and is knocked breathless when Luca begins moving again. He arches up to meet the movement, barely has time to respond to the slam into his prostate before he thrusts again. He keeps lapping into Luca’s mouth, not letting a single ragged moan escape him. He’s right - this is intense, his asshole rubbed raw with stimulation, every move inside him feeding the fire burning deep in his gut.
Luca breaks the kiss, ignoring Alberto’s lips reaching for his to rest his forehead against his cheek, slowing as he tries to ease off the edge again.
“Don’t,” Alberto pants, “keep kissing me, dammit-”
“I can’t, not until you’re-” he groans, “I-I want you to come first.”
Alberto growls in frustration and uses his hips and legs to grind against him, heels digging into the small of his back as he forces his cock against his prostate.
“Don’t,” Luca whimpers against his cheek, but stays put, trembling, making no move to stop him. Alberto only does it again, getting a better angle and leverage this time, toes curling and back arching into the heady sensation.
Luca intertwines their fingers and clenches painfully hard down on his hands, determined to hold back and not leave his boyfriend hanging. Which is hard, with the way he greedily tries to fuck himself on him, with the way that turns him on even more. He tries to shut down his brain, ignore Alberto’s hot breaths and kisses against his cheek, moving to his ear -
“Beto, really, I don’t want to-” he bites his lip, “please let me make you come-”
“Luca,” he breathes an incredulous puff of laughter, “who’s tied up here?”
“But you feel so good,” he whines, “I can’t-” his words fall into a breathless cry as Alberto pulls him in and clenches down on his cock. He pushes off him and pulls almost entirely out, digging his nails into Alberto’s stomach as he tries to regain control over his panting.
“Dio Santo, that was so hot,” Alberto groans. Luca whimpers, nodding in agreement as he wipes sweat off his face.
“‘M sorry,” he says, “I- yeah. Break.”
He puts a hand on his sternum, trying to ease his galloping heartbeat and heaving breaths.
“Luca, it’s fine, you don’t have to make me come first. Just finish me off afterwards, yeah?”
“But I want to.”
“So stubborn,” Alberto sighs, long-suffering. “Okay. Take your time. Just. I really need to come soon.”
“Alright. Alright. I think I’m ready,” he says with a final, deep inhale. “No more joking around.”
“Finally. Get down here.”
Luca bites his lip and slowly buries his cock all the way inside, before leaning over him, sensually stroking his arms all the way up to intertwine their fingers again. He hovers over his face, sharing an intimate look.
“Would you do that again?”
“Hmm?”
“Take charge. F-fuck yourself on me.”
Alberto grins deviously.
“I’d love to.”
Alberto presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth as he tightens his grip around his waist, grinding his hips up to get deeper onto him. He indulgently doesn’t move much, only rocking minutely to keep his cock rubbing right into his prostate, enjoys the trembles running down his boyfriend’s spine and the way he gasps against his cheek.
“Oh, Alberto,” Luca sighs, “you’re so good to me, really, such a good boy-”
“The best?” Alberto pants eagerly.
Luca pauses for a moment.
“Well, you’re my only boy, so-”
“Play along for once, will you?”
Luca rolls his eyes but kisses him passionately.
“The best,” he hums against his lips, grinning a little at the pleased little noise Alberto makes. He reaffirms his grip on his hands and starts thrusting against Alberto’s needy movements, rewarding him with a long intoxicating moan into his mouth.
Alberto keeps his eyes open to take in every little detail of his boyfriend’s face against his, vowing to remember how every freckle shimmers under a thin layer of sweat, the flush high in his cheeks, ears, chest, the rough, swollen skin of his lips glinting with saliva and clinging eagerly to his own.
“Please tell me you’re close,” Luca whimpers.
“Yes, yes, yes, just keep going,” Alberto pants.
Luca picks up the pace, relentless and brutal. Alberto tries his best to time his movements, but it’s too fast - only able to hold on for dear life as he finally fucks him rough and fast, desperate to finish. He bucks helplessly against him as he slowly falls apart, only held together by Luca completely enveloping him, overwhelming his every sense, tearing him apart again with every deep thrust. He rambles any encouraging word he can think of, moaning pleas into his mouth, praises of his name and please and harder and tesoro, darling, caro, mind empty of everything but his Luca.
“Ohh, Luca, I’m, hnn, please-” he begs, breaking into a muffled groan as Luca somehow speeds up, making his whole body tremble and arch against him and narrowing his world to only the tight, needy heat in his stomach begging for release. His thighs clutch at him, trembling and desperate for him to somehow get closer, deeper, crying more, more, more.
His back seizes up, stuck in a painful angle for just a breath until finally, the breaking point comes. He cries out and clenches down on Luca’s cock still thrusting into him, drawing out the mind-numbing pleasure thrumming through him, reverberating deep in his bones, making his hips jerk repeatedly as he comes all over his stomach.
He slumps against the pillows for just a moment, trying to catch his breath, but Luca keeps moving, keeps stimulating his strung-out, sensitive asshole.
“Ahh - Luca , please, please-”
“No, Beto, this is the best part,” he grins deviously and keeps thrusting into him, delighting in how he keeps falling completely apart underneath him, squirming desperately to get him closer or off him. He knows he’s being mean, teasing and pushing him so far, but keeps his pace, his bucking growing needily as he gets closer. He screws his eyes shut and buries his face against his throat to feel his noises and taste his sweat through sloppy kisses.
Alberto’s high-pitched panting is what sends him over the edge, the delicious noises right against his ear as he buries all the way inside. He groans loudly when his body tenses before bucking uncontrollably into the tight heat on his cock. He tightens his grip on his hands and bites into his neck as the orgasm crashes into him, choking on his own guttural, broken moans, every raw nerve in his body flaring up at once in a painfully glorious explosion as he comes.
Luca slumps into him, suddenly exhausted as the thrill drains from him.
“You okay?” he pants into his chest. “Too much?”
“Way too much,” Alberto whimpers, making his heart clench anxiously until he continues, “perfect, so perfect.”
Luca pushes off and kisses him, slow and lazy, enjoying the appreciative hum against his lips.
“Thank you, thank you,” Alberto whispers as they break off, “but please, untie me, let me touch you.”
Luca leans in for one last kiss that somehow turns into four, unable to break away completely. He sits up, gingerly pulling out of him and settling beside him. He begins fumbling with the knots and the second he’s free, Alberto tackles him into a fierce cuddle, hands clutching at his waist. He chuckles fondly and wraps his arms around him.
“Thank you. I’ve missed you,” Alberto mumbles against his throat. Luca smiles and presses a kiss to his forehead.
“Are you feeling better?”
“Yeah. I… haven’t really been myself lately,” he says, fingertips stroking and dancing over his spine.
“I know, tesoro.”
“I know you know,” Alberto pulls back to look at him and cup his cheek. “I still want to apologize.”
“I know. Thank you.”
“And thank you for being patient with me.”
“Of course,” Luca presses a tender kiss against his aching wrist, eyes wandering affectionately over his face. “I can’t deny I’ve been frustrated with you. But I know it’s not your fault.”
“You always know what I need.”
“I know.”
“Would you stop knowing everything?” he grumbles.
“Sorry,” Luca winces. “I’m listening.”
Alberto sighs, closing his eyes and shaking his head quickly, shaking off the remaining fog in the corners of his brain, shaking off the instinct to be snappy and defensive. Luca doesn’t deserve that.
“No, but. You’re usually right, it just annoys me. Makes me feel stupid. Or something. I dunno. Why can’t I just… snap out of it on my own?”
“Well, you did, didn’t you? You were already in a better mood today, it wasn’t me who forced that out of you.”
“Huh,” he blinks. “I didn’t realize that.”
“Besides, I’m happy to help you,” he says, threading fingers through his unruly, sweaty curls. “Not only for my own sake, I want you to be happy too, you know? And when you’re not, I’ll still be with you.”
“I want you to be happy too,” Alberto mumbles with adorably earnest eyes, tenderly stroking his cheek, before veering into a lop-sided grin. “I haven’t really made it up to you yet, though. Tomorrow, you’re the one getting special treatment.”
“Really?” he smirks.
“Absolutely. Anything you want.”
“Can I tie you up again?”
Luca’s face lights up with a devious grin, laughing as Alberto’s falls into a pout.
“Noooo, it’s my time to touch you,” Alberto pouts.
“Alright, alright, we’ll figure out a compromise,” he pets his hair soothingly. “But Beto?”
Alberto pulls back to look at him.
“Please talk to me whenever this… brain cloud stuff happens. Or, just, let me know. Let me in.”
He closes his eyes and sighs heavily, but nods.
“I’ll try.”
“Thank you,” Luca lingers in a kiss pressed to his forehead.
Alberto hugs him tighter, vowing to never push him away again.