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It had been a long day out in the gardens. A pair of clothes tossed carelessly to the floor, another folded and on the counter.
You pop the top of the shampoo, squirting blindly atop your head. Your lips tug into a sly smile at Papa.
"I would give some to you but, y'know" You gesture to his hairless head. He raises an eyebrow, giving a dead stare.
"you make the joke each time we are in here"
You tilt your head downwards letting soap slide past your face.
"would you mind?" Primo shifts the weight on his feet as his fingers tangle into your hair. His nails scratch at your scalp and wash away the remains of the day.
You wince as you tilt their head back up, reacting to the showers spray
"can't let you do all the work papa" He huffs ignoring the request and grabs the conditioner. You let your eyes roll back at his minstrations. The pads of his fingers finding that sweet spot on your skull.
A whine releases from your throat "Papa" He hums continuing to wash the remains of conditioner.
"Sì mia dolcezza?" You lean towards him, pressing kisses to his nose.
"What is it? Use your words." You gently pushes him backwards, letting him fall into the chair the pair of you had put in. Your eyes roam across his body, heat flashing across your face as you remember the reason he'd gotten the chair.
Papa had you spread, foot placed against the soap bar, his groans had turned into a startled gasp as you both slipped and fell to the floor.
"I want to wash you" He grunts as he sits, shutting his eyes briefly, voice riddled with sarcasm.
"does this please you?" You smile
"yes. yes it does" You take your soapy palms and run them across his shoulders, fingers prodding into his muscle. You hum and continue your way down, hand giving a long stroke to his cock.
Primo inhales sharply and gently grasps your wrist.
"you make getting clean very dirty" Your gaze stays on his face, watching his wrinkles deepen with every stroke. Your free hand, still slick with soap, cups his balls.
Primo lets his head fall back, a deep groan from his throat.
His hips lift lightly, fighting the urge to fuck into your fist. You smile and pull away, turning back towards the showers spray. Papas chest heaves, his eyes narrowing on your ass, bubbles from your back falling into the crest where it meets your thighs.
HIs hands pull at your waist, sitting you down into his lap.
You gasp at his voice in your ear
"Finish what you have started" You look over your shoulder. "I didn't start-"
The twitch at your lower back makes you cave and offer a swivel of your hips. Primos wrinkled palms paw at your skin as his nose trails up your spine.
"Papa" You change positions to straddle him and press your lips to his chest.
Primo hisses and jolts, his eyes glazing at the sight. You smiling with his nipple between your teeth.
He stays silent and in awe as you bow down once more to nip at him.
Papa exhales shakily as you fixate on his chest. Your hand snaking up to massage his love handles.
"Keep-" He exhales shakily loosing track of his wording. "I might not make it if you continue"
You suck harshly as his grunts and pants become louder, the throb of his cock at your thighs spurring you further.
Primo groans lowly, a hand coming to your waist. He stills you, his hips pushing up, with a grunt you feel his cockhead bump into your sex.
You shift back so he lays between your thighs.
"Enough." Primo tugs you by the hair and stares at your breathless state. He pulls you to his face, lips clashing against one another. His mouth insistent to be on your own and for tongues to be intertwined with one another
You pull back to catch your breath, his lips eagerly chasing your own to capture them in pecks. He shuts his eyes briefly as you wrap your hand around him.
"such a good disciple" Primo pulls you into his chest, his nose pressed into your neck.
He swallows harshly as you jerk him, his own hands groping at your ass.
You tighten your fist at his base, biting your lip as his hips jump up to meet your hand.
You'd finally have power over the big man of the church. Primo squeezes you as a silent disapproval.
"Don't tease." You pump him again, setting a manageable pace. His thighs tensing under you with every up stroke. Your own begining to burn from the position
You lean forward into his ear, jerking him faster.
"I want you to fuck-"
Before you can manage to get the sentence out he grunts "turn around" You obey quickly getting pulled back into his lap. Primo kisses your back as his slides his cock against you.
He chuckles as you whine impatiently but gives in. He slips into with a groan.
You squeeze his knees as you lose your balance. The pair of you cursing at the feeling. Primo pulls at your waist, leaving his cock at your entrance before dropping you back down.
The audible slap of your skin is no longer masked by the showers spray.
"Primo-" His fingers quickly dive into your mouth, the other pulling your hips back onto him. He trails his nose up your spine, leaving kisses sloppily against you.
"so good for your Papa." You gasp as he stills impossibly deep within you, his balls pressed tightly against your ass.
You look over your shoulder, a moan slipping at the sight. Primos head tossed back, his mouth agape as he pants.
He bares his teeth in a hiss as your muscles tighten around him.
You use the shower wall to your side to balance and push yourself back onto him with a moan. With the best of his ability he lifts his hips to meet your own.
"you're so.." Primo trails off as he leans forward to wrap his arms around you. He palms your stomach as you tremble against him.
Papas tightens his hold as your back arches into his chest. You pant throwing your arm back to wrap around him as your orgasm wracks through you.
He sloppily kisses against your neck as you hold him tightly.
"così buono, buono per me, non fermarti" He pulls at you, breathy cries in your ear.
Primo curls into your body as his hips jerk and spaz. The sounds coming from your mouth sending him over the edge.
You sigh in relief feeling him pulse within you, cum leaking from around him and dripping down your thighs.
His breath hitches with the throb of his cock. The pair of you sit in silence trying to catch your breath, yours coming sooner than his.
"I don't think- I can stand" You feel his lips curl into a smile in your skin.
"how long has the water been cold?" Your question makes him laugh and peel himself from your back. Primo hisses as he slips from you. His hands rub your thighs as you collect your bearings.
You reach forward and turn the water off before swiping a towel from the rack. Papas hooded eyes follow your every move as you dry his shoulders off.
You shoot a wink at him as you reach for your own towel "round 2?"