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There’s an unusual gentleness to Dottore’s kisses and touches tonight. It was a departure from their usual rough fuck that has their bed slamming into the wall with every thrust.
Pantalone sits straddling the doctor's lap, their bodies pressed together while their hands slowly explore. His fingers brush and grip Dottore’s surprisingly soft locks while they share a deep kiss. Regrator breathes sharply into the kiss when the doctor’s hands grip his hips tightly, grinding their crotches together.
They pull away only to strip themselves of their shirts but come back together for another kiss. This kiss is more passionate and rough, Dottore’s tongue plundering the other man’s mouth. Even though this is much closer to what Pantalone is used to, there’s still an underlying sweetness to it. This softness is almost painful to the banker. Dottore slowly runs his hands down his back in an almost loving caress and they stop at the base of his spine.
Breaking way for air was a mistake since he is now face to face with the piercing red stare that bleeds into his very soul.
“What’s gotten into you?” Regrator says between deep breaths, his voice more shaky than he was hoping.
Dottore laughs softly, which only serves to make him feel even more unnerved.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
It’s obvious that this man is hiding something from Pantalone. The banker just doesn’t know what provoked this sort of attention from his partner.
Dottore’s hands move lower to squeeze the other man’s ass, which has Pantalone gasping into another soft kiss.
The rest of their clothes are stripped as the doctor leads Regrator towards their bed.
When Pantalone lands on his back he can’t help but admire Dottore’s body as he moves further up. Spreading his thighs without thinking to make room for the doctor between them. Dottore settles easily in the position they’ve been in countless times.
Hands reach up towards Pantalone’s head and he’s expecting hair pulling or a firm grip on his jaw. Neither of them come. Instead his glasses are removed carefully from his face and placed neatly on the side table next to the bed.
Pantalone had grown used to the rough sex considering it was the only thing they had up until this point. It was hot and left both of them more than satisfied so why change anything?
His thoughts are scrambled when Dottore returns to give him a quick peck on his soft lips. Pulling away with his signature feral smile, the doctor descends to suck a deep purple mark into Regrator’s pale neck.
The sensation has Pantalone gasping and bringing his hands up to run his slender fingers through the doctor's blue locks. When sharp teeth softly nip at his skin, he’s able to start to relax. Biting was a constant in the strange relationship they share. Dottore loves to see the dark haired man covered in his marks. A sign of ownership that Pantalone refers to as barbaric, though he secretly enjoys this as well.
The nipping stops and Dottore kisses down the other man’s chest which brings the uneasiness back.
“This isn’t like you, dear doctor. Soft kisses and gentle caresses? We both know that’s never what our relationship has been about.”
When the kisses reach just above his hips Dottore finally stops to look up at Pantalone. Once again those red eyes look directly through him, making him feel even more exposed.
“Am I not allowed to appreciate your body? You seem like the type who enjoys being worshipped.” The doctor is not wrong in that assessment and they both are well aware of it.
“Hm.” Regrator smiles fondly, unable to deny the statement. “So you suddenly grew the desire to admire me? That’s still quite unusual.”
Dottore goes back to kissing the dark haired man’s hips giving him occasional nips. Pantalone’s been fully hard since they started on the couch, the gentle touches rile him up just as easily as the rough ones. More marks are being littered over Regrator’s hips and thighs as the doctor continues to lavish him with attention. Pantalone rises to lean on his elbows to watch Dottore leave a dark bruise on his inner thigh. The sight along with the feeling has his cock straining against his belly.
“Enjoying yourself down there?” His voice sounds playful and light. Dottore’s sudden gentle mood must be rubbing off on Pantalone tonight.
“Yes I am. But you’ll be enjoying yourself much more in a moment.”
Before the banker can ask what his partner means, Dottore takes the tip of the man's cock into his mouth. One hand holds the base firmly while the other pulls one of Pantalone’s thighs over his shoulder. The doctor's tongue presses against the slit and he groans at the taste of pre. This has Regrator moaning softly and falling back against the mattress, his hands gripping the sheets tightly.
Dottore takes him deeper into his mouth with a sick sense of satisfaction rolling over him. Only he gets to do this to Pantalone, only he pulls those wonderful reactions from him. It’s Dottore’s name that he cries out in pleasure-no one else’s.
Slim thighs press against the sides of the doctor's head as the other man cries out, the sensation of slick heat is almost too much for the dark haired man. Dottore growls and spreads Pantalone’s thighs with greed.
“D-Dottore.”
His name is so sweet coming from the other man’s lips, it strikes something deep inside the doctor. Something that wants to devour the gorgeous man that is writhing against the sheets. To keep Pantalone all for himself and hoard every reaction displayed in these moments.
He continues to tease the head before taking the cock back into his mouth repeatedly. With every motion he continues to watch the other man with fascination. Pantalone’s face is flushed a beautiful shade of crimson and his eyes are screwed shut in pleasure, brows furrowed. A delightful sight which is made even better by the lust filled sounds accompanying them. The banker is lost in his own pleasure as Dottore relaxes his throat to take him even deeper.
Pantalone dares to look down at the man and sees Dottore gazing back up at him with an expression he almost couldn’t describe. The doctor swallows around his cock and it has the banker’s whole body trembling. He can tell Regrator is close by the high pitched, breathy whimpers he’s making. Along with his back arching and his fists tugging roughly at the sheets, it won’t take much more to bring the man over the edge.
Just as Pantalone is about to come he suddenly pulls Dottore away by his hair, gasping for air as though he was deprived of it. The goosebumps covering his skin and choked sounds tell the doctor all he needs to know about what just happened.
“Edging yourself now, my dear? I must be a terrible influence on you.”
The dark haired man is struggling to catch his breath while trying to ignore his painfully hard cock. It’s true that Dottore’s influence is what brought him to ruin his own orgasm.
Regrator chuckles breathlessly when the doctor leans over him to grab the jar of lubricant that’s always kept in the bed side table. With a sly grin, Dottore settles between Pantalone’s thighs once again.
Pantalone is still sensitive and a bit overwhelmed, evident in the slight trembling of his legs. Dottore slicks his fingers and starts prodding at the other man's entrance with practiced ease.
Just like everything else Dottore has done this evening, he’s maddeningly gentle while fingering Regrator. Soft panting and the wet sounds of the doctor's fingers moving in and out are almost too loud in the quiet space between them.
“Dottore…”
Pantalone is trembling again, the shakes intensifying with each strike to his prostate. The doctor is once again enamoured by the man beneath him. His eyes are wet with tears and it only spurs on Dottore even more. He alternates between fast jabs to the bundle of nerves and delicate strokes. This drives the other man absolutely wild.
It has Regrator crying out in pleasure and frustration, the glossy tears in his eyes threatening to spill over at any moment.
Three fingers in and Pantalone is practically wailing.
“How does it feel, darling?” Dottore sounds equal parts teasing and curious. He wants to see how far he can push his partner tonight.
“G-good, so good.”
Each breath has Pantalone’s chest heaving, gasping for air between sparks of pleasure. Already so close to the edge again and he can barely stand to hold on any longer. Even though teasing this man almost to the point of tears brings Dottore sadistic joy, his own erection is getting difficult to ignore.
The doctor withdraws his fingers before using the lubricant to slick up his cock. He takes one of Pantalone’s thighs in each hand, keeping his partner’s legs open and positions his hips.
What a sight Regrator is beneath him. Beautifully flushed with his dark hair laid out around his head.
Sometimes Dottore can’t believe this man belongs to him and him alone.
With that thought fresh in his mind, he breaches Pantalone’s tight hole with one slow thrust. It’s nearly agonizing to the both of them after such a long build up. But Dottore knows that the wait will be worth it once he sees how his partner falls apart for him.
Pulling out almost all the way rips a sobbing sound from Pantalone, the slow push back in has Dottore hissing. Regrator is almost painfully tight and hot around him. So much so that for a few thrusts, the doctor closes his eyes and enjoys the feeling.
“You feel so good around me, my dear. You’re so good for me.”
When Dottore looks back down at his partner only to see tears rolling down his face. Shamelessly, the doctor's cock twitches at the sight. Pantalone looked utterly debauched like this and it has him thrusting a bit faster.
Their panting breaths mingle as Regrator reaches his arms up to grasp at the doctor's shoulders. Dottore leans down, releasing one of Pantalone’s legs to wipe the tears from his face.
The praise mixed with the intense pleasure of the doctor striking that bundle of nerves with every thrust had the dark haired man scratching deep red lines along Dottore’s back. The pain is enough to spur him on, picking up the pace of his thrusts.
The doctor groans when his partner tightens around him even more.
“Dottore! I-I-“ Pantalone stutters out, barely able to speak between gasping breaths.
“What is it? What do you need my dear?”
The doctor feels as though at this moment he would give Pantalone anything he asked for. A dangerous admission.
“I’m close, please let me come.”
Oh how desperate his partner sounds, and truly Regrator feels desperate. In this moment he too would give Dottore whatever he asked for. It was uncharacteristic of the banker to beg without being provoked, this brings that wild smile onto the doctors face.
“You beg so sweetly for me, surely you can give me a little more?” He looks down at Pantalone’s cock to see it practically gushing with pre-come.
“Please D-Dottore, I’ve been good haven’t I?”
The doctor’s pace increases, every thrust powerful enough to shift them up the bed each time. Sweat rolls down his body from the exertion of holding on for so long.
“You’ve been very good. Come for me darling.”
Pantalone lets go and euphoria crashes over him in a wave that blinds him. He doesn’t even register the cries coming from his lips as Dottore continues to pound into him, right on the heels of his own high.
Body utterly spent, Regrator almost goes entirely limp as the doctor continues his punishing pace.
“Give it to me.” His voice is raspy from use but it seems to do the trick.
Dottore’s hands grip Pantalone so tightly it's sure to leave dark bruises that will be there for days. The doctor’s whole body shudders when pleasure blooms in his groin and he’s left gasping. Regrator can’t help but enjoy the feeling of his partner’s come flooding into his hole.
Dottore slumps over the dark haired man when he’s finished, unable to keep himself upright anymore. Together they catch their breath and bask in the afterglow.
“Are you all right?” The question surprises Pantalone.
“Why wouldn’t I be? You just gave me an incredible orgasm, I probably won’t be able to walk right for a week.” His voice is light-hearted and soft.
Pulling away only to get a better view of his face, Dottore is utterly serious.
“You were crying.”
Pantalone flushes again, feeling dizzy after the night they’ve had.
“It was…” He almost hesitates to say it, fearing giving the doctor an ego boost.
“It was very good if I must be honest. I was overwhelmed in a good way.”
They stare at each other for a few moments, truly holding each other. It seemed as though neither of them wanted to let go. The gentleness that had started this encounter is still persistent even now. Pantalone wonders if this will be a new aspect of their relationship, not that he’s complaining.
“I’m glad you think so. I have to say, the expressions you made were marvelous.” Dottore smiles at his partner and the banker regrets telling him why those tears were shed.
Pantalone sighs and pulls Dottore back into an embrace. It seems he’s feeling rather gentle today as well. He runs his fingers through the doctor's hair and the other man seems to relax. The thought of Dottore being able to let his guard down around him brings a genuine smile to Regrator’s face.
“We’ll clean up in a bit, for now can I hold you like this?”
A moment of silence passes between them, a comfortable silence.
“Of course, my dear.”