[independant Enrico Pucci roleplay blog] M!A Status: Child I live for my God.
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The expression of submission on Dio's face, couples with the frenzied way he was thrusting, is causing Pucci to come close to release sooner than he would have liked. He releases Dio's neck but presses his lips against the other's, hands gripping his shoulders.
"Touch me."
He can barely speak as they both move, but he's desperate for the bit of friction that would drive him over the edge.
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Pucci shivers as Dio's ice cold breath hits him. He's proud of having drawn blood, and he pulls Dio's head up to a bruising kiss, forcing his tongue in his mouth so he can taste his own blood.
He pulls back abruptly and looks down at Dio. He's sprawled out and panting, and whenever Pucci clenches down on Dio's length he notices the other man's muscles twitch with strain. Perfect.
Pucci's fingers trace over the scar, the wounds from his teeth already healed. On a whim, he wraps his fingers around Dio's throat and tightens them, enjoying watching the pale skin flush. He rocks his hips, tightening his grip on Dio's neck as he begins moving again.
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Pucci's eyes snap open as Dio's entire length is forced inside of him. It's not like he wasn't expecting it, but he still screams from the sudden burning pain.
Tears streaming from his eyes, he growls and fists his hand in Dio's hair, slamming his head back painfully.
"I didn't say you could move."
He hisses in anger. The pain has almost completely transformed into pleasure, but he still is angry out of principal. With a wince, he lifts his hips up and slams them back down again, his grip on Dio's hair tightening.
On impulse, he leans down and trails his tongue over Dio's scar before biting hard against the skin. He tastes blood with no small amount of satisfaction.
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Dio's fingers were skillful as always. Pucci arches his back into his touch, not trying to muffle himself at all. He intends to tease Dio as much as Dio is teasing him, purposefully grinding himself against his arm.
The third finger makes him let out a particularly loud moan, and he throws his head back as he rides Dio's fingers. He's already sensitive from releasing before, and if this keeps going he's not going to last much longer.
He pushes Dio's fingers out of himself with a groan, moving over on top of Dio and aligning himself over his length. Pucci stares him in the eyes as he slowly, slowly, sinks down and takes as much of Dio into him as possible.
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Pucci glares down at Dio, his anger only partially subsided. The sight of the other man's face covered in his release sends a shiver down his spine. He leans forward, gripping Dio's face, and licks his cheek.
He does notice that Dio is still painfully hard. Pucci shifts down, his own length pressing against Dio's. He's hard again in moments, unable to resist the thought of that impressive length inside of him.
Pucci doesn't have any lube, but he's not exactly a virgin and with a bit of prepping he's fairly certain he can handle the pain.
"Touch me. And make it quick."
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Pucci bites his lip to stifle a whine as Dio's teeth dig into him. He expected this, he really did, but the pain still was not pleasant. He shifts his hands so they're gripping both Dio's hair and his horns, and quickens his pace.
He would have liked to hit Dio, to punch and slap him for daring to bite, but he doesn't want to accidentally lose something important.
His body, still tired and recovering from the previous session, reaches its climax far too quickly for either of their tastes. Pucci pulls back completely, letting himself go and releasing on Dio's face.
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Pucci doesn't bother waiting to see if Dio had adjusted, snapping his hips forward and going deep into Dio's throat. He wants Dio to feel just as humiliated as he did, even though Pucci knows that will never happen. This Dio is so high up on his pedestal, Pucci has no hope of him feeling anything close to the humiliation he himself feels. But he will try.
His hands grip Dio's hair in what he hopes is a painful way, holding him steady as he thrusts into his face.
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Pucci doesn't waste any time. He, slowly, moves his hips forward until he can feel his head on the tip of Dio's tongue.
He's cold, colder than a normal human, but Pucci doesn't care. He keep pressing forward until he feels Dio's nose press against his stomach. He feels like heaven, and with a low growl (his anger has not subsided in the least), he pulls back completely and thrusts forward.
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Pucci wasn't sure. He hadn't exactly thought that far ahead, and it wasn't as though he was extremely practiced in sexual ways; his experience mostly comes from Dio himself.
He figures the first thing to do is get Dio where he wants him.
"Get on the couch."
Pucci could already feel his body reacting as Dio obeys. He shivers as Dio lays back on the couch, completely at his mercy. He's hard before Dio is even completely situated.
The couch has a sloped back, rather than a straight vertical one. It's difficult, but he manages to get his knees on either side of Dio's face, his length positioned in front of his lips.
"Open."
He wryy’s loudly at the bite on his neck. Not because it particularly hurt or anything. He liked the attention in that area, specially sensitive for his scar. He’s really enjoying this.
He snorts at his words, however. Really loudly. Kill this DIO? He shrugs and looks up at him, lip regenerated smeared in his own blood, he licks into it.
"Do what, exactly?"
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He bites down harder, harder, until his teeth click together and there's a good sized chunk of Dio's lip missing. The blood running down his chin doesn't repulse him, strangely, and he finds himself wondering just how much Dio can take.
Pucci knows Dio is interested. He knows Dio would let him do this, that Dio enjoys this, but he doesn't care. He just wants to see Dio writhe beneath him, completely under his power.
His hand wrenches Dio's head back, exposing his throat. Pucci kisses it softly, teasingly, before biting hard. His human teeth don't do much, but there's a satisfying red ring of marks left when he pulls back.
"You're going to do everything I say without resisting. If you don't, I'll fucking kill you."
Both of them know Pucci can't kill a pillarman. But just saying it sends a thrill of excitement down his spine.
He’s still not opposing any resistance, letting the man have his way was a bit too much fun. He hadn’t had anyone that even dared do what this man over him is doing yet. Perhaps he’s a bit too curious of where this is going,
He, however, reaches up to deeper the kiss, biting in the other man’s lip, to show him how it was done~ Blood is quickly drawn, and he sucks into it.
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He punches Dio again, knowing it won't do anything but not really caring. He got satisfaction out of seeing a bruise well up and disappear almost immediately.
Pucci stands, his anger making him not care about his lack of clothing. He's much smaller than Dio, but again, he really doesn't care. All he can think about is his anger and humiliation at how Dio had taken advantage of him. The things he did.....Pucci shudders with mortification as he tries to push away the memories.
"You. You're disgusting, you're worse than scum."
He backhands Dio once more before grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling him down into a bruising kiss. It's much less of a kiss and more of a bite, as he tries his best to sink his dull human teeth into Dio's bottom lip.
He falls back at the other’s sudden attack, laughing to himself. Of course this desperate charade wasn’t causing any harm, add to that the other man is significantly tinier than him. As soon as any mark was left, it regenerated within the second. He obviously isn’t putting any resistance, there wasn’t any need to do so. He’s still laughing. Viciously.
"I like this, such burning spirit! I like you! Have you had enough? Or do you want to more?”
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Pucci slowly blinks awake, yawning. He first notices how warm he is, and smiles a bit as he feels Dio's lips against his own. He takes a deep breath, letting Dio's presence sooth him.
He feels as though he had just woken up from a nightmare....His whole body hurts, and the more he focuses on a single pain the more another part of his body flares up.
Suddenly, he remembers. He was very, very small, and...and...
Pucci's hand stings before he realizes that he's backhanded Dio across the face, leaving three neat lines where his manicured nails sliced skin. He is completely livid, too angry to even speak as he punches Dio in the face, hearing the crack of bone (his own most likely).
He enters silently the room where he left the other. He doesn’t want to disturb his sleep after all. He notices the efects are gone and he’s back to how he meet him, as an adult. Nevertheless, he’s just here to bring his now dry clothes, he places them carefully over the man. He seems so peaceful. He smiles and leans down to steal a chaste kiss.
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The fingers in his mouth are a bit unwelcome, but he doesn't protest as he licks Dio's fingers clean. He's too exhausted to do a good job, but he tries his best.
Pucci is completely spent and he fights the urge to fall asleep as Dio moves him around. He lets out a whine as the man's length slips out of him, the feeling sending a jolt of pain through him but his exhaustion prevents him from caring.
He mumbles as Dio showers him with kisses, a small smile on his face. He's happy Dio is happy, because that means Pucci did a good job. He tries to lean up and kiss Dio's cheek, but he only lets out a big yawn and rubs his eyes. He's so tired.
Pucci doesn't protest as Dio picks him up, and doesn't make a sound as his eyes keep fluttering shut as Dio cleans him. He sways back and forth as he tries to fight the urge to simply fall over and pass out. Pucci lets out a yawn as Dio wraps him in furs, rubbing his eyes before laying down and promptly going to sleep.
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#nsfw#shotacon#borderline noncon#m!a: child#icemudada#spiritofemptiness#nethermode#i cant believe it we did it
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((....im making another rp blog i cannot believe
you get three guesses what it is and if any of them arent shotapucci ill punch u))
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Pucci whines as attention is taken off of him. His eyes are still full of tears, even though the pain has almost entirely receded. He's jealous of the lady getting all of the attention and digs his nails into Dio's chest as he tries to wriggle around to attract his attention again.
Then, his squirming makes him yelp as something inside of him sends stars through his vision. It's all getting to be too much for Pucci's tiny body to take, and with a muffled cry of surprise he releases. He collapses, boneless, against Dio, whining as that spot is hit over and over just from Dio's lazy movements.
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