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pantalone groans in frustration, sitting up in bed as he stares down at his clothed tent. perhaps he was pent-up, it's been a while since they were active and he couldn't wait any longer. his fingers grip the waistband of his trousers and pants, pushing it off his body and tossing the clothing onto the floor. he can always retrieve it later, not important right now.

pantalone reached for a small vial of lubricant from the nightstand, popping the cap open and slicking his fingers with the cooling gel. thankfully the bedroom door was closed and there were no servants nearby to disturb him. his legs spread open, guiding two fingers down to where his hole was. at first, he circle the sensitive rim, hissing from the cool touch of the lube against his ass.

slowly, he dips his fingers into the velvet heat, an involuntary whimper left his lips. this was embarrassing, he can't remember the last time he fingered himself but he just needed a quick relief. pantalone started off slow, scissoring himself open as he tries to find his prostate.

all he can think about was his husband, how dottore would play and tug with his nipples until the buds were swollen and covered in bite marks. how the doctor's skillful hands would hit curl just right to hit the bundle of nerves precisely. how his husband's girthy cock would pummel his sensitive hole until he's crying out for more.

"f-fuck, zandik.." his back arch into a bow, pretty noises spilling from his lips. his other hand pushing up the hem of his sweater, his fingers playing with his chest, pinching and rolling the bud until he was whimpering. he was slightly frustrated, he couldn't come so easily because his fingers can't reach that far to stimulate his prostate. he grits his teeth, he was so desperate for a release, his cock aching on his abdomen.

"zandik, ah! miss you, so f-fucking much..." the rhythm was sloppy and rushed as tears gathered in the corner of his eyes. he really wished his husband was here, just to hold him and take him apart so beautifully. his pitch grew higher, thinking he was so close to an orgasm until pantalone heard the door slamming open.

he quickly yanked the slicked digits out of his ass, his hole clenching around nothing. pantalone threw the blanket over his nude lower half, ready to reprimand whichever servant that dared to interrupt him. his heart nearly sanked, his face reddening from sheer embarrassment as he realized that dottore was the one of entered abruptly "hm, so this is how i am welcomed back? not what i was expecting but it's still acceptable"

"you- first of all, why didn't you knock? and second of all, where the hell have you been?" pantalone tries to swallow down his shame, his grip hardening on the bedsheets. "what type of husband doesn't send a letter back in weeks? and now you show up randomly at an ungodly hour of the night?"

"you didn't seem to mind earlier when you were calling out my name, pleasuring yourself"

"that's not the fucking point- ignore what you just saw" pantalone groans, burying his reddening face into his hands. if his glasses were on his nose right now, he probably would have snapped it out of frustration. a deep sigh left his lips, dragging his hands down to his lap, looking up at dottore with an exhausted glare. "you were gone for nearly a month. perhaps i was just worried.. that you might have got injuried on your mission."

now he feels pathetic, admitting his worries and loneliness to dottore. pantalone wouldn't be surprised if the doctor seize another opportunity to relentlessly tease him to hell. dottore walks closer to the bed, shrugging off his winter coat and removing the mask from his face. he could care less where he tossed his belongings to, deciding to take a seat on the bed.

his hand brush a few strands of violet tufts behind pantalone's ear, leaning over to kiss the banker's cheek. "i got caught up with my experiments in sumeru and i forgot to send a written reply back. apologies for making you worry, dear." pantalone huffs, at least he's not as upset as he originally was. he returns the gesture, pecking dottore's cheek with a smile. "fine, apology accepted. at least you've returned back to me."

"and i can help with your little problem, hm?" his eyes widening, pantalone's last barrier of protection flew off his body, his husband pouncing on him with hunger and lust in his crimson irises. lips found their way to his neck, pushing the turtleneck down further to kiss and suck on the skin.

pantalone bit his lower lip, his hands gripping dottore's shoulders tightly. a choked gasp escapes, feeling the doctor's hand palming his hardened cock. "couldn't come without my help, am i right dear? tell me what do you need, my hands or my cock?" his response was cut short when two digits slipped back into his already-loosen entrance, curling up to finally hit his prostrate.

damn it, dottore was doing this on purpose. haziness clouds pantalone's judgment, his legs spreading wider as dottore added a third finger, rocking his hand lazily into his rim. pantalone was certaintly not in a teasing mood but right now, he just wants to fuck so badly.

"ngh-! fuck, i want you. your cock, just put it in. it's been, ah, too long." he didn't have to time to savor ecstasy when dottore pulls his fingers out of him, his body shuddering in response. his eyes lingered on his husband's form, dottore throwing off his shirt from his body and discarding it aside. he helps pantalone out of that pesky turtleneck, careful to not rip the expensive fabric unless he wished to pay for it.

"i like this look on you, feofan. so submissive and needy for me"

"in your dreams. now please fuck me already." dottore resist the urge to roll his eyes at the banker, already unzipping his pants. pantalone can be so bratty sometimes, as if he's not the one doing most of the work. he pulls his pants down, just enough to free his thick length from its constraints.

the doctor had a different idea in mind, his hands pulling pantalone up and placing him into his lap. not tonight, he doesn't get the pillow princess treatment. "zandik, don't you dare. i know what you are trying to do" dottore only hums, ignoring pantalone's complaint as he lowers his husband down onto his cock, shutting him up almost immediately.

a smirk forms on his lips, he didn't even wait until pantalone had adjusted. his hips started thrusting upwards, his hands holding onto the banker's waist tightly, enough to leave behind bruises. "music to my ears. i like it better when you are, ah, screaming my name." pantalone couldn't even catch his breath, it felt as if the air in his lung was knocked out.

his hands clinged to dottore's back, scratching the scarred skin as his cries fills up the room. he could feel every vein and ridge on the doctor's cock, each thrust hitting his prostrate perfectly. pantalone tries to time his bounces with his husband's relentless rhythm, his legs growing weak and sore from lifting himself up and down repeatedly. he will complain later but for now, he wants nothing more than to come already.

"shit, ah-! z-zandik, i'm gonna-"

"come for me, sweetheart. let me hear you." dottore wrapped one hand around his husband's length, stroking it simulatenously with each sharp thrust. that was enough to send pantalone over the edge, letting out a beautiful cry as his release paints his stomach and the doctor's hand white.

dottore came afterwards with a groan, spilling deep inside of the banker. out of breath and sweaty, they definitely needed this. a weak hand came up to smack dottore's chest, pantalone glaring at him with rosy cheeks and a hazy expression. "damn you, you know i hate this position."

"weren't you the one begging for my cock earlier? i don't want to hear it, princess." a vein throbs on his head, pantalone was closed to strangling someone but he was too exhausted and sore. he barely concealed a whimper when dottore finally pulls out, being guided to rest on his side.

dottore grabs a towel nearby, cleaning up the mess they made on their bodies before eventually discarding the soiled cloth into a laundry basket. it eventually became quiet, neither of them spoke a word for a while until pantalone spoke up. "...when is your next mission?" dottore turns around, holding a fresh pair of clothes in his arms as he returns back to their bed. "not anytime soon. don't worry, i'm staying for a while."

dottore helps pantalone into thd nightwear, letting his husband wear one of his spare shirt and pants. "are you sore, feofan?" pantalone shook his head, fixing up the collar of his shirt before leaning over to kiss his husband's cheek. "a little bit but i'll survive. hold me for tonight, hm?"