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It was a day like any other, the Harbingers were called into a meeting and gathered in the all-too-familiar hall. Everyone was there except for Childe and Capitano. They were always the last to come.
Dottore sat down in his designated seat right across Pantalone. The Banker seemed lost in his thoughts, only staring a the wall with his head propped up on his arm. Occasionally, a grin crept on his face but it was gone as fast as it came.
This annoyed the Doctor. What was he thinking about? Why is he so distracted by his thoughts? Pantalone normally seemed pretty collected and mentally active, this was quite out of character.
With a smile, Dottore connected with Pantalone, now able to hear his thoughts and see what his mind fantasises about.
And indeed, Pantalone was daydreaming.
In that fantasy, they were in the exact same meeting, same room, same day, same time. Seemingly nothing was going on, but after a while, Pantalone started doing... weird things. His foot wandered across to the Docter, stroking his leg. The Dottore in the fantasy jumped at the touch and started blushing under his mask.
Hah, the real one would never do such embarrassing things!
Pantalones leg went further up, now on Dottore's knee and then wandering inwards his thighs. The fantasy Dottore let out a moan and whimpered.
The real Dottore cleared his throat and left Pantalone's mind. His fellow Harbingers were finally all gathered and the meeting started.
What the hell was going on in that Banker's head?! Why was Pantalone imagining Dottore moaning because of him?!
Somehow, it intrigued him. He has never seen anyone who had such imagination about him. Not this dirty. The only times he heard someone else thinking about himself, was when he would be cursed at or murdered. Nothing intimate.
Pantalone seemed to snap out of it for a second, his eyes wandering over the people at the table but stopping at Dottore. The blue-haired was staring back intently. Pantalone broke eye contact and acted like he was listening to Pierro, but somehow his mind wandered off again. It showed on his cheeks which were painted a faint pink.
The Doctor started listening in again, this time his jaw almost dropped.
Pantalone had him bend over this particular table, hands held behind his back and his cock deep inside Dottore. The blue-haired was moaning like a wreck, spit running from his mouth as he begged Pantalone to go deeper, harder, faster.
That- That was not him! What is this supposed to be? He wasn't surprised anymore that Pantalone would have fantasies about them fucking and all, but Dottore as the BOTTOM?! Taking it like a good whore? That's just straight up degrading and embarrassing!
He felt his body warm up, especially his cheeks. Fuck, and why is this affecting him? The fantasy kept going and Pantalone was shooting his load inside Dottore. When he was pulling out, cum leaked from his red and abused hole down his thighs. Dottore was turned around and slammed on the table. Not even ten seconds later Pantalone's cock was inside him again, fucking him until Dottore came on his stomach moaning Pantalone's name.
"-tore? Dottore? Where are you with your thoughts?" Dottore's head snapped away from the Banker to the peeved face of Pierro. "I asked if you have finished building your mechatronics and moved on to your assigned task."
"Uh... yeah, I certainly have," Dottore answered, not knowing what the First was talking about.
"Well then, Let's wrap up the meeting. Tend to your work." Pierro stood up and left the room. The other Harbingers followed not long after until only Dottore and Pantalone were left.
The Banker was about to leave but turned around to Dottore. "Are you going to stay here? I thought you hated how cold this room was."
Dottore planned to wait until everyone was gone because his body decided to have certain... reactions. And he didn't want to be seen with it by his colleagues. What made it worse was that he forgot his thick coat and was only wearing his thin lab coat.
"You were pretty distracted during the meeting, hm?", asked the Doctor, suggesting those funny thoughts of Pantalone with a smirk.
"I was simply bored. Nothing new in that meeting for me. Why do you ask?" Pantalone smiled, but it faded the minute he realised. "You once told me you could read minds... did you-"
"You really have interesting thoughts, Regrator.", Dottore chuckled, finally standing up and nearing the Banker. Perhaps that wasn't the best decision. "Maybe you should put your creative brain to work with something else than imagining inappropriate scenarios about you and me."
Pantalone blushed as he was exposed. "Hm, nothing to say, Regrator?"
"Although it seems like you enjoyed those 'scenarios' as you call them.", Pantalone whispered and grabbed Dottore's hips, pushing their crotches together. The Doctor let out a hearty moan as his erection rubbed against Pantalone. "Son of a-"
"You call me inappropriate, yet you are turned on by the idea of me fucking you." Pantalone brushed a strand of hair behind Dottore's ear. "Come on, don't be so surprised. I always knew you'd enjoy the passive role."
"Who said that?! I don't! And also I'm not as loud and shy as you imagine me to be! You have a very wrong picture of me in your stupid little head.", Dottore couldn't be taken seriously when he grew so defensive while cursing at everyone and everything. It was funny, laughable almost.
"Prove me wrong then. See it as a... experiment. Nothing wrong with trying things out, hm?"
"You-", Pantalone stopped him from speaking by grabbing him tightly, almost lifting him, and bringing him over to the table. Dottore blushed when he remembered Pantalone's fantasy of him getting absolutely destroyed on that particular table.
His back touched the cold surface and Pantalone hovered above him, standing right between his legs. "May I?", asked Pantalone with one hand hovering above Dottore's mask. "Tch, you're already doing as you want, why ask? Go for it."
Pantalone removed the mask that had covered Dottore's scarred face. "So pretty.", the raven-haired leaned down, pulling Dottore into a heated kiss. His tongue slid into the older's mouth and he tasted mint and chocolate.
While they were kissing, the Banker got rid of his coat and pulled off both their pants. He left Dottore with his shirt and coat as the blue-haired tended to get cold easily.
Pantalone rubbed both their hard dicks together, jerking them off in one hand. Dottore suppressed his moans; his pride would be hurt if he'd be loud now.
"Don't be shy," Pantalone said and stroked the head of Dottore's dick with his thumb. Dottore threw his head back. "We only just started and you already have to hide your moans. Try if you want, I'll get to hear them soon enough."
Smearing their pre-cum across his fingers, Pantalone put two digits into Dottore's hole. The blue-haired hissed in pain, cursing at the Banker. "Fuck- you dickhead, damn bastard- I'll kill you after this!"
"Mh, that's music in my ears." Pantalone started thrusting his fingers in and out a lot faster and deeper. Dottore put his hands on the Banker's shoulder, to stabilise his body and kind of push him away, even though it didn't work at all.
"That should be enough.", Pantalone pulled out his fingers and spit in his hand to use the saliva as lube. Dottore contorted his face but didn't comment on that. "Are you sure you're not going to rip me apart with this scant preparation?"
"You're the doctor here. You should know."
Pantalone pushed Dottore's legs up and placed his dick in front of his entrance. When he started going inside, Dottore panicked and tried to push Pantalone away, but in vain."Wait-fuck, ah-"
When his dick was fully sheathed inside, Pantalone pressed down on the visible bulge with his hand.
Dottore tried catching his breath, gasping for air as if Pantalone had blocked his airways. It hurt so much. And it burned like he'd rip any second. "Please... it hurts. Do something-", His crimson eyes were surrounded by tears and Pantalone pitied him a bit. Only a bit though.
"You're doing well so far," Pantalone caressed his cheek, shortly pecking him on the lips before he put his hands on the slim waist. Somehow, his tone was covered in sarcasm. "Now let's see if you still can hide your voice.", the Banker started thrusting his dick and Dottore's vision went black for a second. When he came back, he started seeing stars. His whole body was jerked back with every thrust and tears streamed endlessly down his face. As Pantalone wanted, he couldn't suppress his moans anymore.
Dottore was moaning and crying out loudly, it sounded painful but so bewitching and Pantalone loved seeing him break.
"Fuck, you're better than I imagined.", Pantalone groaned and he let his head fall back with a smirk. Dottore watched him through squinted eyes and he had to say, Pantalone was so hot at that moment.
"You fucking- ngh bastard!"
Still gazing at Pantalone, Dottore's sweet spot was hit multiple times in a row and he was crying out loud. "Pan'- I'm gonna- gonna cum~"
"No, not yet.", the other hissed and tightly put his fist around Dottore's dick, pressing on his slit with his thumb. "Wha- fuck- are you kidding me~ AH-" Dottore reached out for the Banker with his arms, but he was undeniably out of reach. "Son of a bitch- Lemme, ngh~ cum-"
Only grinding his hip against the other's, Pantalone slowed down his movement. "Either beg or shut up.", his eyes glinted with dominance and want. Even though Dottore was of much higher rank than Pantalone, he felt like he should listen to him.
"Please, 'Lone. I want to cum."
"Mh, that's not enough. Beg more."
Dottore grit his teeth, unconscionably clenching his fists into Pantalone's skin. "Bitch, just finish.", he hissed back, growing more and more irritated at Pantalone.
"No-"
"Pull out.", Dottore interrupted him before he could ask for more begging from Dottore. "What?"
Dottore pushed the Banker away, therefore also the dick slipping out of him. His hole clenched around the air and he was yearning for something to fill it again.
Pantalone huffed, standing naked in front of the blue-haired. His cock was throbbing and almost painfully awaiting its relief. "Are you really mad because of that? We can just do-"
The next thing he knew was that Dottore pushed him on the table, his back making contact with the cold metal surface. He let out a shriek, but that died down as soon as Dottore climbed on top of him, his blue slut strands dangling in the Banker's face.
Wordless, Dottore grabbed behind him and aligned Pantalone's dick so that it could slip right back into his hole. And it did so. Moaning, Dottore sank down on the dick he missed so much in these few seconds of emptiness; finally, he felt full again.
Pantalone in the meantime was still perplexed and seriously turned on by Dottore riding him.
"If you can't get it done, I'll do it myself.", Dottore whispered and started bouncing on the cock. His hands were supporting himself on Pantalone's chest, softly squeezing the enticing pecs.
To Dottore's surprise, Pantalone also thrust from below and met his movements. And on top of that, this position allowed his cock to rub perfectly across his prostate with every thrust, going even deeper than before.
"Mh~ Ah- Fuck, gonna cum~" the Doctor moaned with a whiny undertone. He wanted to pay the Banker back by edging him too, however Dottore himself was at his limit and needed to cum, or else his dick would probably explode.
Pantalone felt the blue-haired clench around him, so he knew Dottore was very close. He helped him by jerking off his dick and not even ten seconds later semen spilled on his stomach. "AHH- Fuck~♡"
Dottore slumped forwards and bit into Pantalone's shoulder while the other came inside him with a groan.
"Bitch.", Dottore mumbled and stood up while his chest was still violently heaving. The Banker could only laugh at his colleague because Dottore looked so fucked out and done. His hair was a mess, tear streaks were still visible on his cheeks and cum was running down his legs which he amusingly wiped away with his necktie.
Pantalone also stood up and dressed himself, thinking 'Next time I want to overstimulate him'. Taking a glimpse of the blue-haired, he saw him staring right back.
"Who said there'd be a next time."
Last but not least, the Doctor threw him a middle finger and left the room. Limping.
Pantalone huffed and laughed, 'Did he really flip me off? How immature'.
A blue-haired head appeared again in the doorway, pointing a finger at Pantalone. "I heard that."