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“Human behavior flows from three main sources: desire, emotion, and knowledge.”
-Plato
“Fuck!” Terzo exclaimed, his hand clamping down tighter on your hair, pushing you down farther onto his dick. You eyed him, amusement swirling in the depths of your irises as his cock pushed further down your throat. You were going to choke soon, not that you really cared.
This had all started when he had summoned you, going over something or another for a mass he was to lead in the coming days. Perhaps you should have paid more attention to what he was saying and not to the way his fingers strained in the confines of his gloves.
“…are you even paying attention?” he had asked, brows furrowing in discontent.
You looked up into his eyes, nodding, “of course. Continue.”
He didn’t look convinced in the slightest. “Oh? What did I just say then, hm?” he asked, cocking his head to the side, lips set in a firm line of displeasure. Sometimes it felt as if he could smell the lie roll off of you, as if there was a big sign over your head announcing you were bullshitting him. Despite his reputation, Terzo often paid very close attention to the things going on around him.
“I… um…” you racked your brain for the last thing you knew he had said, lips parted as if the words were going to magically exit your mouth.
Terzo sighed, clicking his tongue in disapproval, relaxing into the back of his chair, “first you don’t pay attention, then you don’t even have the decency to be honest about it. I do not appreciate liars, ragazzaccio.”
You had the grace to look slightly embarrassed at being caught in your lie so easily, averting your eyes from his to look at his desk, as if there was something interesting carved into the wooden surface. “Sorry,” you mumbled, clearly not as apologetic as you should be, “tell me again what you were saying.”
You expected him to continue, but instead he paused, kicking his feet onto his desk. He wore a cocky smirk on his face, studying you, “first, you tell me what you were thinking. I know that distracted look. I would rather know what has my right hand man so unfocused so I can remedy the situation.”
You looked like a deer caught in headlights.
Or maybe a ghoul caught trying to eat batteries… again.
“Terzo, I really don’t think—”
“Uh, uh. Not Terzo. Papa. Show me some respect, ragazzino.”
“Papa…” you trailed off, swallowing, “it’s really nothing. Please, tell me about what you need for mass.”
“No, no… if it was enough to have you this distracted, it is worth bringing to my attention and fixing, yes?” he pushed, slowly backing you into a corner, trying to get you to admit that you had been staring at his hands, thinking of his fingers doing rather sinful things to you. “Well? Answer me, la mia piccola stella. Do not keep your papa waiting any longer, unless you wish to be punished, that is.”
You inhaled harshly, face flushed bright red, blood rushing past your ears with your embarrassment. “Your hands,” you answered in a rushed whisper, unable to meet his gaze, unable to look at him at all.
“What was that? You need to speak up, sweet boy.”
You cleared your throat, your words coming out louder, all but echoing in the spacious office, “your hands, papa. I just got lost in thought looking at them is all…”
Terzo hummed, tapping his fingers against his thigh, pretending to think about the information you had just given him. This was not the first time he had caught you staring, nor was it the first time he had caught you lost in some fantasy that no doubt got you hot and bothered. “Well, that just won’t do,” he murmured, voice growing deeper with his own lust, his dick growing hard in his pants with each passing second. He would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy watching you grow humiliated like this, embarrassed to say a word to him knowing he had caught you doing something inappropriate.
“It won’t happen again Papa,” you replied quietly, looking sheepish and incredibly aroused.
Terzo smirked, snorting slightly at that. “But we both know it will, don’t we? There is no point in acting as if it will not. Come here, my beautiful boy. Let Papa take care of you so we can continue working, si?”
His tone made it clear that he was not asking you to come to him, but rather telling you. You stood on shaky legs, moving behind his desk to where he was sitting. He had slid his legs off his desk, his feet planted on the floor and his legs spread so you could kneel between them. He chuckled as you dropped to your knees automatically, you eyes on his.
His hand went to caress your hair, his fingers playing among the strands, his smirk growing into a sweet smile. “You are beautiful, my little star. Never let anyone try and say any different,” he ordered softly, his fingers gliding down to trace your jawline, a warmth in his eyes that was reserved for you and only you. You leaned down, laying your head on his thigh, nuzzling into him and subtly inching towards the rather large tent in his slacks.
Terzo tugged on your hair, ripping a small whine from your throat, shaking his head. “Dirty boy,” he muttered, nearly spitting the words out as if they were poisonous, “can’t even wait for me to give you instructions before you try and get my cock in your mouth.”
You shivered, unable to look away from him because of his grip on your hair, your neck craned awkwardly. A gloved finger ran down the column of your throat, mismatched eyes all but glowing with delight. “Sometimes I think you were created for nothing more than to have your pretty mouth filled,” Terzo commented offhandedly, tightening the grip on your hair to a near painful degree when you tried to shift around on your knees, growing more aroused as he continued to speak.
Reluctantly, it seems, he let you go to get his dick out, your eyes ensnared by the sight. You don’t think you could ever tear your eyes away. Terzo smirked again, shaking his head, “dirty little slut. So eager to suck your papa off, hm? Perhaps I should make you beg for it, considering how desperate you are on your knees for me.”
Your eyes grew wide, jaw working on a swallow.
He smirked again.
“Another time. Right now, I need your lips wrapped around my cock. Be a good boy and suck me off, ragazzaccio,” he ordered, voice bordering on a growl. He didn’t have to tell you twice, your hands coming up to rest on his thighs, your lips wrapping around the tip of his cock, tongue snaking around the head. He groaned, clearly satisfied with the compromised position he was in—not that he ever had much shame; Terzo would fuck damn near anywhere with little shits to give.
Terzo’s fingers returned to your hair, tugging and forcing more of his cock into your mouth, groaning quietly. You heard him swear under his breath, although you couldn’t tell if he was trying to swear in English or in Italian.
You moaned around his dick, thighs pressing together as you began bobbing your head, your tongue tracing the pulsing veins. You knew the vibrations from your moans drove him fucking insane, his hips rolling up just a little, the tip of his dick hitting the back of your throat, making you gag. “That’s fucking right,” he growled, rolling his hips again and again, “gag on your papa’s cock, you dirty little whore. Choke on my cock, just like that. Fuck!”
You moaned more, heat pooling low in your stomach from the filthy words he had no problem bestowing onto you. You started timing the movement of your head, meeting him thrust for thrust as he built up speed, slowly fucking your face. You choked more, throat swallowing around him instinctively. He was panting above you, eyes wild with carnal delight as he watched you service him.
“Una così brava troia,” he moaned, fucking into your mouth roughly, his cock slamming repeatedly into the back of your throat so hard you knew it was going to bruise. Your fingers dug into his thighs, resisting the urge to get off while he used your mouth like a glorified fleshlite.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum down that pretty throat of yours, sweet boy. Shit, just like that! Fuck!” Terzo moaned, head thrown back as he neared his climax, his hips rolling faster and harder as he took what he wanted. A litany of curse words and praises and unabashed moans fell from his lips, his climax hitting him like a satan damned freight train, his hips stuttering and muscles spasming as he came, forcing you to swallow every last drop of his seed.
You swallowed dutifully, licking at the slit in order to clean up any that somehow got left behind. He looked satiated, although you knew that was nothing more than an illusion. He closed his eyes, head hanging as he caught his breath, his fingers absent-mindedly caressing your cheek. “That was…” he inhaled harshly, smiling softly, “very good, ragazzo dolce. You were excellent for your papa, like always. Come, up in my lap. You deserve a reward for letting me use that filthy mouth.”
You scrambled into his lap, letting his hands grip your waist, adjusting you so you were straddling his thigh. One hand left your waist to tuck a stray lock of hair back into place, his face one of admiration for you. “Go on, my little star. Make yourself feel good on papa’s lap, si? I know you want to. Go on,” he coaxed gently, slowly moving your hips so you were grinding into his thigh, a small whimper of pleasure bubbling up to the surface as you began to chase your own high.
You buried your face in his neck, trying to cling to him as you bucked into him, the seam of your pants rubbing against your clit just right. Terzo kissed your head, humming as he rolled your hips into him, keeping a steady rhythm. “Good boy, get yourself off on my thigh like the needy slut you are,” he whispered hotly, grinning against your skin. You could feel yourself getting closer, moaning when he began bouncing his leg.
“Fuck,” you moaned, moving with him, trying to rock faster to gain more friction, “Papa, please.”
“I know,” he cooed, a hand wrapping around your throat, squeezing gently, the euphoric feeling coupled with the friction between your thighs driving you crazy, “be a good slut and cum for me. Cum for your papa, little star.”
You shook, panting, your orgasm ripping through you hard and fast. You bit down hard on his neck, making his breath hiss from between his teeth in pain. It was that or scream so the entire Abbey knew you were fucking, and you would rather him have the lasting reminder written on his skin.
Terzo slowed down gradually, letting you slump against his chest, lungs heaving for air. “Good boy,” he hummed warmly, adjusting you in his lap so he could cradle you against his body.
You both sat like that for a long time, basking in each other’s presence.