#{This is not safe or sane but it is consensual because they're both fucking idiots}

[faetedforglory]

[ SUCK ] with Giovanni and Kosuke

bad content lmao

The man was nothing short of a tease, that's all he'd been since Giovanni met Kosuke. He didn’t tend to trust whores, but trust wasn't what this was. The man was nothing short of a violent bimbo but even he seemed to have enough sense not to cross Giovanni. . .

He watched with growing irritation, the little display that Kosuke was giving right now was just distracting. Sucking hard on the candy, making a big show of his tongue swirling around, licking up it. If he was so damn desperate to put his mouth to good use, Giovanni would oblige.

"Vieni." Giovanni ordered, his pet grinning like he'd won as he drew closer.

Giovanni pulled the sucker out of Kosuke's mouth and threw it in the trash, earning an annoyed "hey--" from the man that seemed to be cut off with a look.

"Seduto."

That irritating look was back on Kosuke's face, as if he'd somehow won. Bastard must have had an oral fixation, but that wasn't the bad part-- Giovanni could use that-- it was the attitude as he sunk to his knees.

Kosuke might be pretty but that expression-- Giovanni wanted to wreck him, break him in, show him that the only winner here is him. He could. . . Well, that was an idea.

Giovanni spread his legs a little wider for Kosuke to have more room, giving yet another command for him to get to it.

Kosuke ran his hands over Giovanni's thighs, making a big show of getting to where he was supposed to be before he undid Giovanni's belt and the button, unzipping and too distracted to notice Giovanni pulling something out of the desk drawer.

Just before Kosuke could get any further, a small tube was presented to him. "Can you multitask or are you just a useless pretty face? Can you get yourself ready or is that too hard for you?"

Kosuke had really done it now, hadn't he? He blinked in surprise before his expression showed Giovanni had him where he wanted him now. Determination in his eyes, he really was easy to play like a cheap kazoo.

He freed himself only as much as necessary, consequences for keeping a man like him waiting would be fun but it was best not to push his buttons too far. Lube spread across his fingers before he used the clean hand to start stroking Giovanni slowly, feeling him get harder in his hand. His tongue pressed against the underside and he started licking up the shaft before he started to press a finger into himself. He shuddered a bit but wouldn't let himself falter, focusing more on Giovanni than his other task to keep him busy.

He took the head into his mouth and sucked lightly as his tongue moved across it and he started to sink down, about half way when he added a second finger into himself. Any discomfort was ignored in favor of trying to take Giovanni all the way down. As he tried to prepare himself for the inevitable throat fucking his fingers moved in and out of him, scissoring--

"Did I tell you to stop?" Giovanni asked.

Kosuke huffed before he started to pull back and sink down again, speeding up faster than he would have liked but this bastard would get what he wanted one way or another-- but Kosuke knew what he was getting into. At least he thought he did.

His free hand wrapped around what he couldn't get in his mouth easily with the pace he tried to keep, though it meant forgetting he likely should have taken it slower, or paid more attention to stretching himself.

Giovanni's hand found Kosuke's hair and gripped tight, kosuke taking in as much air as he could and relaxing his throat before he started to push and pull, before Giovanni decided to start setting the pace and how far Kosuke would take him in.

He wasn't thinking terribly hard as his free hand started to make its way to his own dick, stroking and smearing the precum, forgetting what he was supposed to be doing until Giovanni roughly pulled him all the way off.

"Su."

Kosuke realized by Giovanni's expression that he might have fucked up-- considering he was not confidently ready for this bastard.

Fuck.

Fingers pulled out of himself and he sat back for a moment, only to be roughly pulled up and pressed hard to the desk, face down on it.

"I said su." Giovanni glared.

He was fucked. Well, about to be. But that was thrilling, wasn't it? Letting the man think he was pinned to the desk and feeling him line up and--

Definitely not fully ready. It wasn't very painful-- it wasn't enough to stop him from having fun, but Kosuke wished he'd have stayed on task just a little better. Lesson learned. Giovanni was the worst but he couldn't deny there was a thrill, something intriguing about the bastard and that the rush pushed the discomfort into pleasure.

Expecting Giovanni to have the decency to let him adjust was the next in the series of mistakes he was making, he gripped the edge of the desk and gasped at how he just got right to it.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck--

Kosuke bit his lip and grunted, the friction between his dick and the desk far from ideal, but it was something-- far better than having his hands occupied while the bastard used him. Stars knew the bastard wasn't about to get his hands dirty.

He felt Giovanni lean down, felt lips against his neck but knew this wasn't something soft-- the word wasn't in Giovanni's dictionary.

There wasn't blood but pain shot through Kosuke-- he cried out and at this point even he couldn't tell if it was pain or pleasure-- maybe he was more masochistic than he thought as he felt a hand wrap around his neck.

He'd really done it this time, apparently.

There wasn't time to brace himself before Giovanni's grip became rough, firm, unyielding even as Kosuke gasped. Air wasn't being pulled into his lungs, but it sure was escaping a little more with every attempt to breathe. Burning-- burning inside and his throat ached.

Giovanni started thrusting into him harder now, Kosuke could have sworn he heard a sadistic chuckle but just before he was about to throw the man off his grip loosened, not even a squeeze.

Kosuke desperately inhaled for air, spots in his vision as his breathing labored to catch up.

Why did he want this again?

As Giovanni's thrust landed just right he suddenly remembered, moan escaping him as he felt it again and again-- fucking finally, right?

And just as he had it it was gone again, no way the bastard did that by accident. His hand moved again, this time creeping under Kosuke's shirt and nails dug into the skin, dragging down hard, down to his lower back before the hand stopped making contact. Then it was on his thigh, digging in, scratching, marking the skin violently.

"Motherfucker!" Kosuke gasped out when teeth were on his neck again, digging in, Giovanni was sucking on the skin and marking.

He had to be close, right? His rhythm faltered, he was losing it, surely he would fix his aim right?

Giovanni's hand that had been holding his hips down wrapped around Kosuke's neck again and he took a deep breath before another painful squeeze made his body ache.

Kosuke shuddered after a few moments, when Giovanni's movement stopped with one more hard thrust and the bastard had the audacity to finish in him, didn’t he? Without even getting him off? What an asshole!

Giovanni smirked against Kosuke's skin before he pulled back, pulled out of him and left the fae to try and catch his breath.

He was already putting himself back in order, though his own breathing heavy. "Make yourself useful and clean up your mess." He said before he departed from the room.

"Son of a bitch." Kosuke fell to his knees again, panting, gasping, stroking his dick. No sense in not finishing the job.