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“Hey, come on, kid, look at me”
“Shut up. Isn’t this enough?”
Nero could barely make eye contact but Dante was already stroking himself - his nephew on his knees in front of him was too much to handle. Worse yet, he agreed to slip into the costume Dante had begged him to wear, “Slutty nuns are so hot, don’t you wanna get a little blasphemous? You don’t believe in that shit anyway.”
Obviously his pleading worked - Nero knelt in front of him in a fitted dress, the skirt slit up to the thigh. There was a window where cleavage was meant to be shown, but all it did was accentuate Nero’s firm pecs. The nun hat barely even resembled a legitimate one, tiny and held on by a headband - but it looked cute partially hidden in that mess of hair.
“Pray for this old sinner, won’t you Nero?”
Dante said playfully, but he was picking up his pace - his eyes beginning to close from the sensation.
Seeing Nero like this really did drive him crazy, even if he had only begrudgingly obliged.
Nero rolled his eyes but still placed his palms together in a mock prayer - it was obvious that he hardly wanted to entertain the role play.
The handle of an orange bucket with a jack-o-lantern face on the front was resting between his hands - Dante had instructed him to hold it steady there before they got started. He always enjoyed the theatrics of Halloween but he barely ever got the chance to explore it in the ways he wanted to.
“Dante, seriously, my legs are starting to hurt.” Nero sighed out, unamused.
How could he be so disinterested with a cock at eye level? Dante didn’t want to dwell on it too much by fear of hurting his own ego.
He chose to ignore Nero’s complaint, instead breathing out, “Fuck, you look so good on your knees for me.”
That comment finally earned Dante a reaction from Nero - blushing and glancing over at Dante’s throbbing cock before looking up at him. A barely noticeable bulge started to form under the skirt of Nero’s costume and he quickly looked away again, likely embarrassed about his arousal showing.
Nero shuffled in his position, seemingly attempting to readjust his growing problem.
“Honestly old man, you’re such a pervert...”
“Ohhh, says the one in a girl’s costume with his dick poking out.”
He brought his boot to Nero’s crotch, pressing down with the toe of it.
Nero yelped.
“I only did this because you wouldn’t shut up until I went along with it!”
He tried to yell, but his voice cracked with every press of Dante’s boot into his groin.
Dante laughed, grabbing the base of his dick and bouncing it in front of Nero’s face, “But wasn’t it worth it for the treat you’re getting?”
He gave himself another slow stroke, smirking as he squeezed pre-cum from the tip. His dick leaked down into the bottom of the candy bucket Nero was shakily trying to keep hold of.
Nero was having trouble staying focused, his mouth starting to slack open a bit as Dante continued to press on his cock, but that didn’t bother Dante too much - he loved seeing how he could unravel the kid with just a bit of teasing.
Well, maybe he should cut him some slack. He'd been a good sport after all.
“Here.” Dante seated his foot between Nero’s Legs, allowing his shin to press flush against Nero’s bulge, “Have at it.”
Nero only hesitated for a moment before allowing himself one slow rut into Dante’s leg, his body shuddering and his breath hitching.
Well - it usually took Nero a little more time to warm up, but maybe the foreplay had him just as riled.
His hip snapped twice before slowing himself again.
“Having fun down there?”
Dante smiled. He couldn’t help but poke fun at the kid, even at a time like this - or, well, especially at a time like this.
“Sh-shut up…” Nero stuttered, squeezing his eyes shut and furrowing his brow.
There was absolutely no way Dante could resist the kid now, not when he looked so sexy losing himself to the slightest touch. He had to feel him by any means necessary.
With Nero’s palms still pressed together Dante pushed the head of his cock between them and slowly thrust forward. It was kind of funny in a way, almost like begging to enter an artificial hole. The precum that was dripping from his tip added the perfect amount of lubricant to fuck into those praying hands, and Nero finally got into a steady rythm of a grind on Dante’s shin.
His cock was probably just as hard as Dante’s now, pushing the base into him and soaking a spot into the fabric of his costume.
So much for returning that… Maybe they could find another use for it later.
“Yeah, keep your hands together like that. Keep up your prayers.” Dante sighed out in a low gravelly voice, “Fuck, Nero, I could come just like this.”
A jolt shot through Dante when Nero squeezed his palms together harder. The pressure brought heat to Dante’s abdomen and made the skin on his cock tense with how unbelievably hard he was - he wasn’t sure how much more he could take from just this alone and the groan that escaped his lips was telling of how close he was.
Nero panted, “Oh— no— the fuck— you don’t-” He did his best getting the words out between thrusts.
“I wanna— taste that cock.”
Dante couldn’t help the grin that stretched across his face - he loved when Nero got pushed to his limits, it always made him so bold.
Before he knew it Nero had one hand wrapped firmly around his length and had brought his mouth to the tip, his lips parted slowly as his tongue pushed them open and flicked against Dante’s head.
He flattened his tongue and glided it from the base of Dante’s dick back up to the tip before loosening his jaw and sliding his length inside.
God, he’d almost forgotten how good the kid was at sucking him off. His addled brain couldn’t fathom it prior to his mouth being around him.
Dante’s knees almost buckled at how hot and wet the inside of him was, each bob of Nero’s head shooting pleasure through his whole body, turning him weak. He felt tender in Nero’s vacuum of a mouth.
Dante moaned and Nero chuckled with his mouth still full before letting out his own groan - he was still humping into Dante’s leg, bringing his other hand down to grasp onto his calve and push himself harder into him.
The candy bucket was still there in the mix somewhere, but it was hard for Dante to pinpoint it exactly with his head tilted back and his eyes squeezed shut. His legs had started to tense as he came closer and closer to completion - Nero desperately rubbing his cock against him while drool leaked from between his lips all over Dante’s painfully hard dick was an overload of sensations that Dante realized he couldn’t handle very well.
Just as Dante was thinking this was becoming too much, Nero’s thighs tightened around his shin - the pacing of his thrusts was becoming erratic and anybody with two braincells could understand what that meant.
Well, if Nero was getting close, Dante figured he’d meet him there.
If Dante had the mental capacity at the time, he would’ve apologized to Nero before grabbing the back of his head and pushing his full length into his throat, but it was no use. His mind was completely lost in the moment, the only thing grounding him was the sound of Nero’s gags and the soft wetness of his mouth.
Dante chased his orgasm, every ounce of whatever strength he had left focused into fucking Nero’s face.
The moment he looked down to meet Nero’s watery red eyes he knew he was done for - spit and drool covered his cock, and despite how rough he was being Nero just looked perfectly at home - that mouth could take a beating, Dante knew that for a fact.
“Fuck, I’m—“ The words got stuck in Dante’s throat as he gripped the back of Nero’s head, pulling him back by his hair to unsheathe himself.
He jerked himself lightning fast to fruition, cum spilling everywhere.
Nero squinted and flinched with each squirt that fell on him. Most of it landed on his face and hair, but a fair amount had made it into the empty candy bucket still miraculously held in his hand.
Nero’s thighs were pulsing, still squeezed against Dante’s leg. Looking down now, Dante could see where Nero came inside the skirt of his costume - he must’ve not noticed the kid’s orgasm in wake of his own, but at least he didn’t have to feel bad about being the only one who came this time.
Dante gave himself a moment to recoup, catching his breath and finally letting go of his cock as he straightened up a bit. Nero was still below him, panting as the roll of his hips slowed to a stop.
“Hey.”
Dante motioned to the bucket in Nero’s hand.
Nero wordlessly passed it to him.
Dante dipped his fingers into the cum at the bottom of the candy bucket and scooped some up before pushing the soiled digits inside Nero’s mouth. He flattened them against Nero’s tongue and beckoned him to take it.
Nero, clearly still heated and eager to please, swirled his tongue around and swallowed Dante’s release obediently. He licked his lips and stared up at Dante.
“There you go, sister, that’ll hold you over until communion.” Dante laughed, unable to help himself.
If Dante were any normal human, the punch he received from Nero would’ve hospitalized him.