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It was quite common for Pantalone to fall asleep mid-paperwork in his office, after hours of signing and reading funding documents for his fellow Heralds and his own work for the Ninth.
The little clone of Dottore, Eight, would sneak in during his free time to reprimand Pantalone for smoking or simply wandering around his office for a while. This time was no exception. Pantalone was sleeping peacefully in the chair behind the desk, so deep in sleep that he didn't even hear the boy enter.
"Lone?"
Eight spoke softly once inside, gazing at the man in his chair, his hands resting on the armrest, contemplating for a few moments the older man's sleeping face; that black hair falling haphazardly across his face after hours of running his hands through it, the subtle dark circles forming under his eyes, those long, thick eyelashes, his delicately parted lips, and the scent of expensive cologne that was so common on him. He was handsome, Eight knew it very well, he understood perfectly why his counterparts drooled over Pantalone. And how could they not, really?
"Lone... he's beautiful, very beautiful..." The boy added, reaching out to touch the raven-haired boy's face, a slight blush rising to his cheeks as he paused and glanced around, checking for walls along the coast. He climbed onto the armrest, level with the taller boy's face, and placed a soft, childlike kiss on his lips, letting out a giggle.
"Hmm."
Now, curiously gazing at Pantalone's lips, they looked soft... he remembered those times when—accidentally—he'd seen his older selves kissing the Ninth's mouth with such hunger. Why couldn't he? Now he had the perfect opportunity.
"I want to too."
"I want to, too." Taking a breath, he leaned over Pantalone's mouth, closing his eyes as his lips barely touched theirs, startled when he heard him speak.
"You were so daring even as a kid, huh?"
He opened his eyes, looking at the boy in front of him, who was completely red and now held firmly in his lap with his hand on his back to prevent him from moving.
"I-I was just checking that your nose wound was healing properly, you know, doctor's stuff."
Ocho excused himself in vain, trying to get out of his grasp, feigning normalcy about what was about to happen.
"Sure, darling, and what does 'I want it too' mean?"
Pantalone chuckled, taking Ocho's chin in his hand so he would look directly at him, gazing at that chubby face and red cheeks, those pursed lips, so damn cute.
"Nothing, nothing, I meant I wanted financing too!"
He stamps his foot, putting on a half-serious face, how silly.
"Oh? So I'm just a bank to you, sweetheart? I thought we got along. More than just a transaction."
He hisses, feigning offense as he tightens his grip on the younger boy's chin and waist.
"I didn't mean that, Lone! You're twisting my words!"
"So, tell me, darling, what did you mean before? You know you can tell me anything, right?"
Pantalone loosens his grip, his thumb playing with the boy's chin as his hand moves down to his hip, tracing tender circles over the boy's clothes, making him nervous and glancing to the side.
"I didn't mean that, Lone! You're twisting my words!" "Uh... me too... I just wanted to do what the other segments do—when the door's open and I walk in and Omega's kissing you... I want that... please, Lone."
Eight looks at the older man with puppy-dog eyes, pleading. He's learned to get things this way, though maybe today will be different.
"Are you sure, little one? Kissing is only part of it." He sighs, adjusting his glasses with a finger as he settles back in his chair, positioning Eight more easily on his lap, holding his small hips as he continues making circles, now beneath the fabric, on that smooth, soft, youthful skin.
"Yes! I want that too, Lone! 18 says I'm too childish for that, but I know you don't think that about me, right?"
"Are you sure, little one? Kissing is only part of it." Eight's soft, childlike voice, seeking approval, craving even the slightest bit of affection, makes Pantalone's groin hard at the thought of such an easily taken version of Dottore, so openly needy of approval—something his adult counterparts wouldn't do so readily. He'd be crazy to pass up this opportunity, and the boy doesn't even realize he's so politely asking Pantalone to fuck him in the middle of all that damn paperwork.
"Of course I wouldn't think that of you, sweetheart. Just look at you. You're so cute and obedient, aren't you?"
Eight's insides churn at being so sweetly praised, his cheeks flushing pink as he looks at the adult shyly.
"Am I? Uh, y-yes! I am."
"Hmm." Eight looks at the hungry young man with a perverse gaze, seeking the affection he could so easily provide. As his hand now roams the infant's round bottom, gently squeezing so as not to startle him, savoring every delightful reaction, he lifts him back down to his level, then runs his nose along the soft skin of his neck while continuing to shamelessly fondle his bottom, the little boy giggles at the ticklish sensation of Pantalone's nose.
"It tickles, Lone!"
"Oh, really? You like it, sweetheart? You're going to like this even more..." he adds, then bites the skin of the boy's neck, sucking and causing a gasp of surprise to escape the infant's lips, who squirms beneath his grasp.
"Stop moving so much."
He continues nibbling at the boy's skin, one hand going to his light blue hair, pulling it back and exposing his neck for better access. The other hand is still tending to his rear, now beneath Eight's underwear, who is awkwardly lost in the novel, pleasurable sensations he's experiencing.
"Lone, please kiss me, please."
The younger boy's pleas to Pantalone are like gold, abruptly ceasing to caress his neck to press his lips against the smaller one, who can barely continue the kiss awkwardly.
"Open your mouth wider."
With easier access, Pantalone can play with him at will, inserting his tongue into Eight's small oral cavity, leaving him breathless and panting for a few minutes, his hands still massaging Eight's small, erect nipples through the fabric of his shirt, gentle pinches that elicit the occasional embarrassed moan from the child.
"More, Lone, more..."
The younger boy's mouth against his shoulder, pleading for more kisses, more attention, is so exquisite to see Dottore begging for more so sweetly.
"I can make you feel so much better if we take this off."
He comments, referring to the younger boy's clothes, which soon end up scattered on the floor, now shyly exposed on the eighth boy's lap except for his cute little panties, adorable, blushing under the older boy's hungry gaze.
"Just look at you... you're so precious, darling."
His mouth moves to the pink nipple, which, pleading for attention, he barely bites, while his hands are on the soft skin of his youthful hips, beginning to rub Dottore's exposed bottom against his pronounced erection through his clothes. The blue-haired boy's sweet gasps fill the office as he clings precariously to Pantalone's shoulder.
"Do you want to feel better, darling?"
The biggest question, leaving a pair of gloves and kisses on Eight's shoulder, kneading his thighs.
"Yes! I want to, but I also want to make Lone feel good, like Omega and the others!"
A tenderness that only made Pantalone's cock twitch beneath his clothes, waiting for the perfect moment to plunge into that tight pussy.
"Okay... we'll take it easy. Just because I want to savor every beautiful reaction of yours."
Pantalone gently placed the boy beneath his feet. Kneeling on the rug, he undid his belt and zipper, exposing his length to Eight's face.
"I suppose you've looked at Omega or someone like that before, haven't you, sweetheart?"
The biggest question, letting out a sigh as his phallus was finally exposed, erect and with small drops of precum at the tip, taking the boy's chin to look him straight in the eye.
"Yes! I've seen them a few times on the sly!"
It came out with a little too much childish enthusiasm, and he realized how awful it sounded, immediately trying to backtrack.
"Uh... I mean... by accident, by accident, yeah, yeah!"
A playful chuckle came from Pantalone; this little version of his beloved was definitely a rascal.
"So you know how it's done, right, little one? Just imagine it's a lollipop."
A lollipop, a rather innocent comparison, as the child leaned over Pantalone's glans, resting his legs on his thighs, and began to run his tongue over the tip, licking the older man's fluid. Pantalone only let out a sigh followed by a compliment, taking that as permission to continue. He boldly tried to clumsily and inexperiencedly take the glans into his mouth, his eyes watering and his cheeks chubby as he continued to take the rest in, pulling it out abruptly while coughing.
"You're doing very well, darling, but you could do better." Pantalone's hand goes to the younger boy's blue pubic hair, subtly tugging at it to rub his penis against Eight's face, eliciting a gasp of surprise from the other. He continues rubbing his phallus, lubricated with the scant saliva and his own fluids, against the boy's chubby face, letting out a few moans, before thrusting it back into Eight's mouth without warning.
"Hmph!"
The boy choked, trying to adjust as his hands clawed at his older brother's clothed thighs.
"Mmm... yes... be a good boy and take it all, Dottore." He threw his head back, gently rocking Eight's head to get the younger boy used to it. Having a sudden idea, he moved his shoe to the younger boy's crotch, rubbing the toe of the polished, expensive shoe against his clothed cunt. Eight's reaction was to unconsciously rub against his shoe, his moan muffled against Pantalone's cock.
"You like it, you dirty little thing?" He watched maliciously as his hips moved like an eager dog against his shoe, playing with the toe against his hole. Now roughly pushing his hips against his mouth, captivated by the watery eyes and flushed face, lost in the younger boy's slight difficulty breathing, not wanting it to end there, he roughly pulled his head back, a trail of semen and saliva connecting the eight's swollen, red lips.
"D-did I do it right, Lone?"
That was all he could think, filling his lungs with oxygen again, the subtly salty taste of Pantalone's little fluid, his mouth aching from the stretching, his breathing lethargic.
"Not bad, but we'll have to improve... now."
He took the small, thin boy, sitting him on the desk covered in a mess of paperwork, one hand shyly parting his closed thighs and rubbing against the fabric of his already damp underwear.
"Let's focus on something more pleasurable for both of us."
That was the last thing he said. This was easy, too easy. With small compliments and caresses, he had the young man there, unresponsive. Eight, completely starved for affection, would sell himself to Pantalone for sweet praise, even if he wasn't. He buried his face in his older brother's large chest, feeling heat in his groin, so wet and begging for something he didn't know he could beg for—overwhelming sensations that biologically compelled him to crave more. Overwhelmed but still sane, he looked up, meeting the older boy's round, pleading face, and through the clinging fabric of his shirt, what appeared to be Pantalone's erect nipples. Could he do the same as he had done a moment ago? His small hands now rested on the pronounced chest of the raven-haired boy, squeezing as if he were playing with something.
"Hmm? What's wrong, Eight?" he asked with a giggle, looking at the boy's sweet face as he played with his chest, still attentive and pretending to insert his finger into his hole, preparing it for his cock.
"I want to try too." His childish little voice, looking at the adult, seemed like a natural scene of a child seeking gentle breastfeeding, were it not for the situation they were in.
The taller man simply shook his head, insistently rubbing the boy's crotch, while with his free hand he lifted his shirt, exposing his subtly toned skin and voluptuous chest, his nipples erect, as he immediately saw eight others clinging to him, replicating what he had done earlier.
Letting him be, he returned to his own vulva, now removing his underwear and exposing his folds, playing with his wet entrance while paying attention to that swollen little button that made the boy tighten his grip on Pantalone's nipple and let out sighs.
Without waiting, he inserted a finger, making him shudder with a start, pulling the older man's breast from his mouth.
"So tight..." That was all the raven-haired man said, and he continued to push his finger deeper, the fluids lubricating it, making circles inside. It was warm and smooth, the little walls swallowing his finger completely and reveling in the moans of the boy, who turned his attention to the other nipple, sucking eagerly as if he depended on it, drawing sighs from Pantalone.
Now he inserted another finger into the tightness, making a scissor motion as he curved it inside the cavity. A gasp of pain and small tears appeared on the boy's face as he looked at Pantalone, his mouth full of drool.
"It hurts, Lone... it hurts..." she whimpers, sniffing as she twists her toes at the double penetration of her pussy.
"Shh, calm down, sweetheart, it'll stop hurting soon."
That's all he says before continuing his internal movements, making her release more and more pained gasps, gradually replaced by an unknown pleasure.
"Keep doing what you were doing."
Pressing Eight's face back against his chest, he simultaneously stimulates her pussy, faster each time, in and out, all the while attending to her clit, which is demanding attention and caresses. Pantalone's cock, exposed for some time now, dripping and still fully hard, demands attention now; he lays Eight down completely on the desk, withdrawing his fingers, covered in the boy's moisture, and placing them in his mouth.
"Lick."
He orders, and the light blue-haired boy timidly licks his lubricated fingers clean, his face flushed under Pantalone's watchful gaze.
"What an obedient boy." Embarrassed, undoubtedly hungry for those sweet words.
The raven-haired boy returns to his cunt, opening his thighs and bringing his hips as close as possible, his cock rubbing against the boy's folds, teasing him, both gasping at the pleasurable sensation. He proceeds to pass the tip of his fluid-filled glans over the boy's tight entrance, who seems to get a little scared as he closes his legs, looking panicked at the older boy.
"L-lone, that won't work, it's too big for that!" he adds, pulling his knees together and looking nervous.
"Regretting it now? Too late, you'll take it, of course you can, didn't you want to be like your other 'selves'?"
Without patience, he spreads his legs wide, holding one open while with the other he barely inserts the tip. The tight walls of his thighs around him, eagerly sucking his penis, make him let out a deep groan, stopping the boy's hands as he tries to push him away from the intrusion and pain the penetration is causing him.
"It hurts, Lone, it hurts," he sobs uselessly, his hands unsuccessfully pushing him away. Now above his head, the raven-haired boy's grip hurts his wrists as he feels himself burying himself deeper inside him. He cries as his hips arch and he experiences the pain of being stretched for the first time.
Pantalone ignores all of that, as he finishes thrusting his cock into Dottore's youthful body, the hand that was on his thighs moves to pay attention to his pronounced and exposed clitoris, beginning to move his hips against those of the smaller one, feeling as his cunt did its best to get used to his size, letting himself be totally carried away by the intoxicating sensation and ignoring the gasps of pain.
Eight tried to bite his tongue to keep from being so loud, hoping not to disturb Pantalone and get a scolding. He could barely see, through tear-filled eyes, the older man on top of him and his large cock sliding in and out of his hole. It still hurt, but like everything else, it was mixed with a strange pleasure, giving him that warm feeling in his lower belly. The attention on his swollen glans didn't help to lessen it. As the man thrust deeper into his cavity with more insistence, the younger man curled his toes, rolling his eyes back as his small body was submerged in the pleasure of being fucked so damn well against that desk.
"Pa-Lone, I think I'm going to..."
That comment only makes the raven-haired man's movements more erratic as he continues to fuck his hole, its walls increasingly taut around him with his climax, reaching deeper and touching that perfect spot inside the younger man with his tip, which makes him let out a moan into the air. His fingers never stop playing with his clitoris, teasing it as he hovers completely over his body, playing eight's lips against his own in a needy kiss, feeling his own release as the warmth in his belly grows.
Eight's body tenses, its warm walls tightening like a nut around the raven-haired man's penis, feeling that knot loosen in his belly, followed by a gasp of pleasure and limpness in his limbs, so sensitive down there with Pantalone still fucking his hypersensitive hole, seeking his own end. The boy has become a limp rag doll who can only moan as he continues to be fucked, stunned by the novel release.
A few more thrusts and Pantalone finishes inside his cunt, strands of thick semen filling his insides as he buries himself so deep within him, squeezing a sharp moan from the boy, squeezing himself tighter around him again so as not to let any of Lone's load escape.
"You did so well, my love."
The adult adds, leaving a soft kiss on the light blue man's forehead and withdrawing with a sigh, watching as his semen, mixed with a small amount of blood, spills out of Dottore. It's a mess, there he is, naked at his desk, fucked up and raised like the little whore he is, his boyish face streaked with tears and saliva, swollen lips, subtle bruises around his wrists and hips that will surely become deeper bruises as the days go by, now drowsy.
"Hmm... Lone..."
That's all he murmurs wearily, unable to move. Pantalone just straightens his shirt and pants, taking Ocho off the desk and cleaning his pussy, still undressed, leaving him on the leather sofa in the study and throwing his coat over him so he can rest for a while, placing another small kiss on his cheek and returning to his work.