i got to see a tribute band recently (Ritual! they’re sick i highly recommend) and am now plagued with selfcest thoughts i hope u r ready
a very impressive and convincing “cosplayer” giving a nervous tribute papa a little encouragement before his first gig
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Hi! Hello! I have watched a few too many clips of this band and I am afraid Dutcherzo is spinning in the microwave of my brain. So, um, here's this. And. There might be another one somewhere in like cyberspace just waiting to strike lmao
455 words 𖤐 Terzo x Dutcherzo
Terzo In Terzo Free Area ♱ Oral Sex ♱ I'd Call It Noncon ♱ Two Terzos One Dressing Room ♱ Terzo Is A Bit Too Delighted To Be Mistaken For The Tribute Performer ♱ Redefining 'Go Fuck Yourself'
“You look good, Papa. We match.”
He jumped, not expecting to hear anyone. Papa had been preparing for his first show his tribute band was set to perform, and thought the only people backstage were his ghouls.
“Are... how..?”
“Came to wish you luck, fratello,” The man smiled, stepping forward out of the shadows. Papa was a bit startled; the man before him was almost more dedicated to portraying Terzo than he was. The suit was perfect, at a glance, down to the bone-white spats. It also had to be professionally tailored... It fit his small frame and short stature far better than anything readily available ever would.
“Have... we met?”
“In a way,” He smiled, slight gap between his front teeth, canines unusually sharp. “You're me.”
“I...” Papa looked the man up and down, noticing even more... oddities. The way his face moved was far too... real. The paints far too practiced, the white eye a bit too vibrant.
“Nervous?”
“Ah, a bit? Hard not to be... I'll need-”
“My first ritual was frightening, as well. I'd just taken over from my brother the night before, and I only knew vocal harmonies and lead guitar... and Papa doesn't play, as I'm sure you've noticed.”
“I... I know. I won't be playing anything, either, my bandmates are... It's almost time to start, I need a moment-”
“Moment alone? I don't count. I'm just a reflection.” The man's smile widened, pushing Papa back into a chair. “Let me calm you down, my friend. You're far too worried.”
He rested his chin on Papa's knees, staring up at him with glittering, mismatched eyes... He made a note to ask the stranger where he'd gotten the white contact, it was far more convincing than any he'd been able to find.
“How do-”
“Just let me show you.” He deftly unzipped Papa's trousers, musing almost inaudibly on the accuracy for a moment, then gently stroked him hard, laughing softly at how he squirmed. Papa was sharply pushed back when he attempted to get up.
“I can't- it's-”
“Quiet. You have time,” The stranger hissed, pinning Papa down with a deceptively strong hand. “They thought I was you. Fifteen minutes, thirty-six seconds until you're due out. And, we, fratello, will be done far sooner than that.”
Papa yelped as a warm, wet tongue circled the head of his cock, cry trailing off into a moan when the man took his full length effortlessly into his mouth. He sucked and bobbed, seeming to know exactly what to do to press Papa's buttons... It took hardly any time for him to cum, mortified, in the man's mouth.
“Feel better, no?”
Papa was silent.
“Four minutes, seventeen seconds. See you onstage, my friend.”
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Hi so this fuckass band got me, he's so joyful, they sound so fucking good, there is nothing to dislike, man. It's all beautiful. Here's more porn and a WIP logo cross stitch. ⭐️🧁 anon, you got my ass. These guys are so delicious I want to eat them up (and how sweet they are oml their insta gets me so bad, I only check it for them)
Demanding Terzo ♱ Minor(ish) Stalking ♱ Noncon ♱ Weird Ass Kiss ♱ Mild Size Kink ♱ Corruption ♱ Anal Sex ♱ Mild Hatefucking ♱ Overstim ♱ Can You Tell I Like This Guy
"You sounded wonderful up there, Papa." Terzo smiled, once again leaning casually in his doppelganger's doorway. "Color me impressed."
"I'm sorry, we're not-"
"Doing photos because of the heat? That's fine, photos aren't what I'm after."
"Then what-"
"Undress. I know that suit is hot."
Terzo smirked, seeing how the tributer's eyes flitted over him, seemingly searching for any indication that he was a cosplayer. Squinting at his neck looking for a seam, gazing into his eyes seeking the edge of his contacts… Even looking to his hairline, hoping it could be a wig.
"You shouldn't be here-"
"They don't know I'm here… they still think I'm you." Terzo smiled, door to the dressing room clicking shut behind him. "You're here all alone, Papa…"
"I'm not- They don't-" He stumbled back away from the intruder, falling into a chair.
"They do, tesoro." Terzo straddled Papa, quickly undoing the buttons of his vest. "You forgot nothing, hm? Dedicated… I'm impressed."
Terzo was particularly eager to see what lurked beneath his trubutor's pants- He'd been in too much of a hurry to take him in before the show. He couldn't deny, the man was quite impressive, even when he was only half hard. Terzo tenderly teased him, reveling in the moans and whimpers escaping his lips.
"Quiet," Terzo hissed, shoving his own trousers off and kicking them into the floor. He quickly shifted onto the man's cock, ignoring his pleas to be left alone. "Papa. Behave yourself…"
Terzo leaned in for a kiss, carefully slipping his tongue between the lip of the mask and its wearer, licking a few beads of sweat from the flesh below.
To his horror, Papa realized that he wasn't staring at a mask… sweat dripped from the nose and cheeks of the stranger, makeup smudging and melting down his neck. The lines on his face were simply too shifty and delicate to cast in latex, the greys in his hair too shiny and well-placed…
"You're…"
"I am."
Papa gave a soft, terrified squeak, eyes widening as he pressed his back flat against the chair. He immediately regretted it, as Terzo pressed closer and took the head of Papa's cock into his eager ass, moaning softly at the stretch.
“Oh, you're going to be a challenge,” Terzo purred, hands tightly gripping Papa's shoulders as he fought to sit lower, broken moan on his lips.
Papa whimpered and screwed his eyes shut, raw pleasure and sheer panic flooding his body, fighting for dominance. He willed himself to stay still, but his disobedient hands found Terzo's waist, forcing him down, digging his nails into his tender flesh.
Terzo whined, grinding on Papa as he built up the courage to ride him proper. He didn't get much time, however, before Papa was bucking up into him, wantonly refusing to let him move. He wanted Terzo at his complete mercy, and Terzo was delighted to let it happen. He came quickly from the thrill, but Papa didn't relent, determined to use Terzo until he was satisfied. Moans turned to whimpers, and whimpers to tears, and Terzo even found himself nonsensically pleading with Papa to let him rest, give him just a moment of respite...
Papa finally came, holding Terzo down as he did so, grinding up into Terzo's prostate as long as he could. Finally, he let Terzo up, shoving him off of his lap and sending him sprawling into the floor. He lay still for a moment, chest heaving, then struggled to sit. Papa was appalled at the way his heart fluttered when he saw the cum leaking from Terzo's ass; the utter mess he was made him contemplate pinning him down again. He'd been so desperate, surely he wouldn't mind...
Papa shook his head violently, willing the thoughts away. Terzo pulled himself out of the floor, slowly redressing, ignoring the paints that had run down his chest.
“Papa?” He turned sharply and stared him down before leaving.
“Ye... yes?”
“See you in October.”
“What?”
“You heard me.” Terzo straightened his jacket and strode out the door, leaving Papa to wonder what had happened... and what he may have gotten himself into.
