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Dottolone pov dottore bottom
Pantalone was calmly sipping on his tea as he watched Dottore heartily scribble on an official fatui document.
He was getting terribly bored.
“Doctor.”, he spoke, a hint of seriousness in his tone,”have you ever thought that once we shall change roles?”
“Get to the point, Regrator.” The blue haired man growled.
“I am merely suggesting, we change our ways in bed.”
As Dottore heard this, he turned away from his work, locking eyes with Pantalone.
“What is your suggestion then?”, he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I propose you bottom this time.”
The doctor’s expression froze for a moment, nonetheless he burst into laughter right after. Pantalone was always alert when the other dissolved into laughter. Dottore always sounded like a homicidal maniac.
“Why is my proposal such laughing matter to you?”, The raven haired man spoke offendedly.
“Oh, do not misunderstand. I am simply unable to portray myself in that manner. I am not flexible at all, I do not think you could get on with that”, the Doctor quickly corrected himself.
Pantalone huffed. He stood up, and walked out of the room, bidding farewell to the other quietly, before shutting the door behind him.
“I can, and will you make flexible, Doctor,” he whispered seductively to himself.
“It’s been a few days, and I haven’t heard of Pantalone since our last private meeting,” Dottore hummed.
“Oh, he was working hastily on a new project. Though he wasn’t willing to tell anyone what it was.” Pulcinella frowned,” but he asked me to deliver you a message.” The short man slowly placed a small, up rolled paper in the taller’s palm.
“I suppose this is a private matter,” he added, bowed ,then left.
Dottore read the little note.
You can find me in my office. Come. Make sure nobody sees you coming in.
The doctor rolled his eyes.
A knock could be heard on the hard oak-wood door. Then two, three.
“Come in,” Pantalone said.
“I have arrived,” Dottore stated bluntly.
The raven haired man took a small test tube out of his pocket. A thick, creamy lilac liquid flowed in it.
“Drink this,” he said, his voice sharp.
“What if I don’t want to?” The blue haired man whined.
“Then I will have to make you,” The regrator stood up, moving towards the Doctor, who still stood in the entrance of the office room.
Grabbing Dottore by his hair, Pantalone harshly yanked down his head.
Before the other could protest, the creamy liquid already flowed into his mouth. Some leaked from his mouth, and dripped from his lips, flowing down his chin.
With his free hand, Pantalone gently wiped away the inco-ordinated drops.
Dottore was guided to the regrator’s bed, and only then did he have the chance to question:
“What did you just make me drink?”
“Should I tell you? You are going to find out in a few minutes anyway,” Pantalone shrugged.
Dottore looked offended. He, a well known scientist and alchemist, tricked so easily into drinking things he does not know? He could have been poisoned just now.
“Don’t worry, you haven’t been poisoned,” Pantalone grinned, basically reading the doctor’s mind. He slowly took off his coat, his tight suit underneath visible.
Dottore opened his mouth, probably to comment something infuriating, but he fell silent. His cheeks reddened, and without thinking, he covered his body.
Pantalone’s smirk was even wider.
The doctor huffed, quickly disposed of his coat as well. One of his hands clenched at his clothes, meanwhile the other supporting his posture by grabbing the sheets of the bed. He mewled quietly.
“You… you gave me a-an aphrodisiac?”, he whispered.
Pantalone clapped. “You got it!”
The doctor’s vision went red. He whimpered, and laid on the bed, hoping to ease the warmth his body was overflowing with. The regrator watched the squirming man with amusement.
“Get your clothes off,” he demanded, and Dottore agreed without no hesitation since they bothered him too at last. It was too hot. His whole body was burning up. Blood rised to his dick, and his head. He hastily got rid of his clothing. So did Pantalone.
The doctor was incredibly hard. The raven haired man sat beside him, grabbing him by his thighs. He circled with a finger around the man’s gaping hole.
“You have produced slick already! How interesting!”, Pantalone cooed. Dottore winced at the sensation.
Dottore looked behind himself, watching the regrator lube himself up already.
He just then noticed how big the other one was actually.
“A-are you really… going to stick that u-uselessly big cock of yours in me.. just-just like that?”
Pantalone ignored the other.
The doctor was sweating awfully, his mind was spinning. He attempted to crawl away, but the raven haired man grabbed him, forced him on all fours and slapped his left asscheek cruelly.
“Who said you could go? I haven’t started yet.”
The regrator pulled on Dottore’s choker , forcing him to stay in place. All at once, he plunged his dick into the other man’s throbbing hole.
The doctor wailed in pain, which to Pantalone delivered another harsh slap to his ass.
“Be quiet! We can’t be heard. Or would you suffer the impact of the aphrodisiac all by yourself?”, Pantalone scolded,” though I bet that would make you more obedient. How dare you question your master’s ability to top you, Hm?
Harsh thrusts followed. Dottore bit his lips, tears rolling down his cheeks. The raven haired man bottomed out completely, then slid right back into the other man.
He hissed. “You’re so tight~! Loosen up a little!”, he warned, massaging the Doctor’s swollen asscheek. “I’m going to keep hurting you, until you won’t completely obey.”
Dottore gulped loudly, his eyes reddened from crying. “I will be good! I will obey!”, He mewled.
Pantalone pulled him on his lap, his cock plunging deeper into the other than before.
“Will you now?”, the regrator chuckled at the pathetic state the other was in.
They kissed, tongues clashing. Pantalone’s hands roamed around the doctor’s body. He noticed a small bulge on Dottore’s lower stomach, indicating how far he was in him.
The othet whimpered at the gentle, yet ice cold hands.
“Oh~ I never knew you were such a whore.” Pantalone scoffed in between thrusts.
The doctor saw white, he had just orgasmed not long before, but the other still ravaged him like an animal. His body burned, however the aphrodisiac was as good as gone already. His body burned with pain, bruised bite marks and red rashes were scattered across his figure.
Moans and quiet whimpers left his mouth, but nothing else, he was unable to speak. He would have sworn he felt his mind turn mushy, if he could’ve focused on that. Pantalone did not let him rest, even for a moment.
Pulling at his skin, scratching across his chest, railing him oh so roughly, yet he kissed the other man gently and slowly.
“A-ah~!”, Dottore mewled. He completely lost his calm, cold composure. He was overwhelmed with the pleasure he was feeling.
The Regrator groaned. “Well, well. Seems like I can finally get to breed you once.”
The doctor shuddered at the idea.
“Do you like that?”,Pantalone cooed.
No response.
A harsh slap against his now very swollen nipples, and Dottore shrieked. “I asked you,” the raven haired man pulled his hair to position their faces closer.
“Yes!! I really want you to!”, the doctor cried.
“Well then. Tell me exactly what you want.”
Dottore was too far gone to protest.
“I want you to come inside of me! Breed me well!”, he begged. Pantalone’s lips quivered.
He let out a grunt, and came deep inside his partner.
They both huffed. The regrator collapsed next to the doctor on the bed.
“You make such a good slut. I’m almost grievous I like that cock of yours so badly,” he commented, smiling.