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“Raise your voice, comrades! I can’t hear you!” The screams of a large crowd boomed in the luxurious hotel room from the computer speakers. As the show began, Morax took the time to unbutton his jacket, placing it on the coat hanger, next to the shoe rack where his black moccasins were.

He lowered the intensity of the light and changed its color, from a neutral white to a pale yellow, drowning the room in a dark twilight atmosphere, even though it was only 9 pm.

He could hear Tartaglia's angelic voice as he slipped a finger under his own tie and carefully removed it, slightly unbuttoning his shirt, feeling the air getting warmer as he attempted to sit composedly on the bed, the colored lights of the computer projected on his face.

Morax observed Tartaglia's artistic movements during his choreographies and read every nuance, pausing when the cameras captured particular facial expressions or poses, such as the close-up of his shiny lips or the gray sweatshirt that slowly fell from his left shoulder gathering on the wrist, giving him a docile and cute look.

Tartaglia was an idol loved and acclaimed by the youngest for his childish face and clean voice, for his charisma and stage presence, he could have made the greatest artists of the time envious. He was totally the opposite of Morax.

The latter, also known as Rex Lapis, wandered in the shadows dedicating his time to business and economics. People feared him: Morax, the great and dangerous Mafia Boss. A man who could make everyone kneel with a single look and put even the gods to shame… while with gold, the color of the same Mora he loved so much, he could petrify anyone in his presence.

Everyone would start shaking, everyone except him .

Tartaglia and Morax were as distant socially as they were intimate privately. The two had been dating in secret for months but, unable to attend his idol’s live concerts, Morax was forced to simply admire him from behind a screen.

The right hand with which Tartaglia held the microphone tightened, protruding veins pulsating and knuckles turning white.

Morax wished he had that hand tight around his neck, imagining the dozens of times Tartaglia tried to choke him while kissing him or pushing him deeper onto his cock… while pulling his hair, making his head burn, or used to support himself while he blindly fucked him from behind.

Morax swallowed, feeling the heat of the room cling to his clothes as he began to sweat. He lowered his hand to the bulge that was already visible in his pants and pressed hard to try and calm himself.

He opened his legs wider on the sides of the computer, lowered his trousers and boxers under the curve of his ass and let his member pop out, already excited.

While on screen Tartaglia fluidly moved his hips and bit his lips, Morax - now half naked - tried to free himself from the crazy dirty thoughts that invaded his mind, while clutching a pec in one hand and his erection in the other.

Alone in the room, he allowed his lines to release into the void, whimpering and begging for his partner's touch as he shivered in the absence of his aggressive touch, far more stimulating than sight alone could do.

Morax felt his hips tremble, hole twitching with impatience as he lifted his hand from his erection and reached towards the nightstand in search of the lube. He took out a bottle and a small burgundy red vibrator, perfect for giving him a little satisfaction in the absence of a certain someone’s touch, and spread the substance on his fingers.

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When the show was then over, nothing remained of Morax but the trembling, sweaty outline of his spasming body, legs spread apart and hole widened by the vibrator that continued to move against his walls despite the overstimulation.

He took the small remote control and turned it off. He whimpered, feeling empty without the cum that Tartaglia used to fill him with at the end of their nights of love, having to settle instead for a vibrator not even half the length of his lover’s veiny cock.

With trembling legs, he got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom, washed himself, and put on more comfortable clothes, as he heard the bedroom door slowly open.

While Tartaglia entered their bedroom, trying to take off his shoes, Morax peeked through the bathroom door, and with a sigh he turned the light off, going down the only step that separated him from their earthly world.

Tartaglia saw him and smiled sweetly, with open arms he approached and hugged him warmly while laughing and kissing his forehead. Morax raised his face and met his eyes in the warm darkness of the room, and when the gold merged with the cobalt blue, he gasped.

Tartaglia's sweet smile nearly turned maniacal, grabbing Morax’s rat tail and pulling it back forcefully, making him roll his head and muffle his breathing as he furiously claimed his cherry red lips, biting and sucking on them.

A moan escaped his throat as they separated and a string of saliva fell on his chin, the strong grip of his hand in his hair made him dizzy and he heard his breathing in his ear.

“Hi, puppy… ” Tartaglia said, teasingly. “Have you watched my show tonight?”

“Yes, Master...” Morax timidly answered.

“Have you been waiting for me this whole time?” The idol added, gently asking.

“Yes… Master .” Morax answered, and Tartaglia dragged him to bed, having him sit on his lap while still trying to recover from the loud commotion that had just happened.

“Which song did you like best, darling?” Tartaglia smiled at him as he caressed his narrow waist, easily circling it with his hands.

“I... I haven't quite-”

“ Oh? ” Tartaglia interrupted Morax, tone slightly disappointed. “You haven't listened?” The singer then burst into loud laughter, grinned mischievously and moved closer to his face without ever taking his eyes off him.

“The loving lyrics I wrote for you…” he leaned close to Morax’s ear, “the lyrics I wrote and sang in your ear while you were busy sucking my cock with that cute, talkative mouth of yours?”

A dangerous spark passed through Tartaglia’s eyes as he looked at Morax.

“You… didn't listen?” He freed the lip caught between Morax’s teeth with his thumb and slowly pulled his mouth open, feeling his teeth, and slowly put a finger over his trembling tongue, welcomed with love in those wet and warm walls that surrounded him in the hottest moments.

“And what did you do instead of listening, puppy ? Did you please yourself like a little slut in the absence of his Master?” Tartaglia said, teasing on purpose. “That's what you are, Morax… a big boss to the public, and a big slut to me.”

Morax trembled in his arms, a hot breath got out his nose and he groaned as the finger pushed towards his throat, causing him to lower his head and look at Tartaglia with pleading eyes. He tightened his thighs around his body and pressed himself against him, hoping that his wet eyes and needy gaze could convince Tartaglia to touch him more deeply.

The finger was then removed from his mouth. “You have such a pitiful little face … do you really want me to open you up so wide you can't walk, puppy?”

“ Master ...”

“You have to beg for it, honey. Show me you really want it,” he deviously smiled, thinking about whether he should take out his phone to record the scene.

When they’re alone, Tartaglia is in charge. The scary and intimidating man Morax reveals himself to be on the outside, is none other than just an obedient little puppy when his Master takes the lead.

“P-please...” Morax whimpered, voice nearly a whisper.

“ Louder . I didn't hear you,” Tartaglia demanded.

“Please, Master!” Morax nearly screamed.

Tartaglia sighed heavily. His puppy still had a lot to learn. He smiled, they had time.

“Kneel down and beg for it,” the idol demanded. “What do you wish for? Speak clearly, puppy , or I will do absolutely nothing.”

Morax trembled, his legs slowly moving as he descended towards the parquet floor, knees banging against it as he meekly rested his head on his Master’s knee. Tartaglia then brought a hand down to caress his cheek, slowly pressing on his lip. “Say it, puppy…”

“Please, Master… please , I- I need your big cock inside me tonight… I can't breathe without it.” Morax moaned softly as Tartaglia stuck his tongue out and squeezed it between his fingers, looking at him pleadingly with wet eyes and pupils dilated with pleasure, the wet spot in his trousers gradually getting larger and larger.

He felt like a dog, Tartaglia's pet, ready for him at any moment of the day.

If Tartaglia had asked him, he would have knelt down and licked his feet.

“You should look at the expression on your face right now… I wish your great bodyguards could see how the great Morax kneels before a mere pop star…” Tartaglia said, with an almost mischievous tone.

Morax squealed with delight as Tartaglia stood up, took his hand and pulled him along, and pushed their hips together. He could feel the thick outline of his erection against his own, unable to help but grind against him in desperation.

“Did you spend all evening touching your cock like the slut you are, puppy? While I sang, putting all of myself into the show, you were here opening yourself up for me?” Tartaglia asked, climbing onto the bed. He then sat down, pressing his back against the headboard and resting his arm on top of it, like a king waiting for his gentle servant.

“Y-yes...” Morax said, voice nearly a whisper.

“Why don't you let me rest a bit… how about you stage the opera, while I act as a spectator?” Tartaglia shot Morax a challenging glare. “ Strip , puppy.” he demanded.

Tartaglia never took his eyes off him. As Morax undressed with slow, sexy movements, he tried to sensually move his hips, showing his Master the best view possible. He opened his shirt, letting it fall from his shoulders, his hands gently caressing his own curves, trousers gathered at his ankles, followed immediately after by his underwear, leaving him naked under Tartaglia's hungry gaze.

His erection pressed forcefully against his trousers, and Morax let his gaze fall on it as he climbed onto all fours on the bed, meekly approaching Tartaglia, who welcomed him into his arms.

Tartaglia slowly tightened his neck in a gentle grip, putting light pressure on his Adam's apple, bringing his face close to his and blowing warm air onto it.

“You know what would look good on cute little puppies like you? Something identifying … something that can make the world know that you belong to me.” Tartaglia stopped speaking for an instant, leaving his partner in great suspense.

“Would you like a collar, darling?” He then added. Morax felt a rush of pleasure course through his body, making his thighs tremble and his cheeks intensely blush.

The idea of ​​ having a collar that confirmed Tartaglia’s ownership on him excited him, feeling his cock dripping onto the sheets, and he swallowed hard, seeking enough air to be able to answer.

“Y-yes Master, please give it to me!”

“Ha ha! How excited we are! You want it that bad, don't you, hm ?”

“I- I beg you, Master… give me a collar, I- I want to feel like I belong to you-” A slap landed on his cheek, having his face suddenly turn. He could feel it burning as he then looked at Tartaglia, confused and excited at the same time.

“Don't forget. You belong to me, with or without a collar, dog ,” Tartaglia harshly said. His possessive gaze softened soon after, stroking his lover’s red cheek and nodding gently. “Take it out of the drawer then, darling. The one where you keep all your toys, I'll put it on for you.”

Morax jumped out of bed excitedly, ran to the drawer, and took out one of his collars. He chose the red one with a gray trim at the edges. The one that, according to Tartaglia, suited him best.

A large ring hung from the center, perfect for attaching a leash and pulling from side to side. Morax felt his legs on the verge of giving out, there was nothing he loved more in the world than being subjugated by Tartaglia.

He was the only one able to see him in that state and Morax felt free to be himself in front of him. Returning to his Master’s side, he sat on his haunches and handed the collar to him. Tartaglia took it and opened the small silver clasp.

He took one of the edges of the collar, the thin piece of leather clinking with each movement, and teasingly slid it over his partner's skin. He brought it up to Morax’s chest, the cold metal closure brushing against his nipple, making it harden, making him squirm.

And slowly it descended, passing over his flat stomach, the metal grazing his belly button, insides trembling in anticipation. Having reached his thighs, Tartaglia raised his hand and with one blow, he harshly slammed the leather on his skin, causing the brunette to burst into a moan between pain and pleasure, while his thigh turned red from the blow of the whip.

Tartaglia stroked his thumb over Morax’s thigh as an attempt at an apology, while he chuckled. He finished his torture by returning to his neck, wrapping the collar around it and gently closing it, observing how Morax just looked so perfect .

'I should have my fucking name engraved on it,' Tartaglia thought, as he hooked a finger into the silver ring and pulled Morax towards him.

“Do you like it, puppy?” He said, never breaking eye contact.

“Yes, Master… I love it.” Morax’s voice came out as light as a butterfly’s wings.

Their faces were so close it made him melt… he could see Tartaglia's blonde eyelashes fluttering with pleasure as he looked at him with eyes as deep as the Abyss.

Tartaglia hooked his index finger into the silver ring, forcefully dragging Morax’s body closer to his,  enough to feel his breath on his face. “Do you think you deserve a kiss, sweetheart?” Tartaglia teased, a hint of irony in his voice as he wanted to see his obedient pet continue to beg him.

Morax couldn't stop looking at him, eyelids fluttering loudly as his lashes became wet with tears. His gaze was silently pleading Tartaglia, telling him everything he could want to know, and his dilated pupils reflected the idol's beautiful face as if he were admiring himself in a mirror.

As Morax's lips trembled in anticipation, he let out a small, almost ashamed nod, breaking eye contact and looking at his Master's lips. Tartaglia couldn't allow himself to leave his pet this needy, not when Morax was looking at him like that .

He let out an amused snort, tugging at his collar and letting their lips collide like a starving man. There was nothing sweet about it, Tartaglia attacked his mouth using his teeth and tongue, exploring the cavity as if he were searching for gold. 

The sound of their teeth clashing had Morax tremble while he was still sitting on his legs, as he clung to the idol's shoulders in search of stability, his strength abandoning him while the sounds of their wet tongues flooded his head, feeling a thick drop of precum coming out of his tip, pressed against Tartaglia's jacket. 

The latter grabbed Morax by the hair, and with a firm grip he separated their lips glistening with saliva, pressing his mouth on the clear line of his jaw, biting it possessively while his neck was exposed.

Tartaglia then loosened the grip on Morax’s hair, burying his nose between chin and collar, sucking on his skin until it got red, and right afterwards he grabbed the hands on his shoulders, circling Morax’s wrists with three fingers as he pulled his arms in front of him, locking them between their bodies.

Morax was gasping for air as he felt his Master’s lips, searing hot on his Adam's apple, set on biting it as if it were the forbidden fruit.

Tartaglia then stopped using his teeth and instead put his tongue to use, licking the bruise, pulling away satisfied only when sure he’d be leaving a lasting mark. Morax did not appreciate being marked with such exposed hickeys, as he feared they could ruin his image outside the walls of that room, but Tartaglia prevented him from dwelling on it for too long.

“Seeing as how you look so annoyed right now, you must still be able to think,” he feigned an apologetic tone, as he slowly stroked Morax’s arms with one hand, still held tightly by the other. “I’ll lend you one of my jumpers, but first… let me show the world just who you belong to, puppy.”

Tartaglia softly kissed his cheek - how could Morax not give in to his avances - releasing him from his grip as he advanced with his hips to lie down on the sheets, back resting on the pillow, leaving the dark-haired man astride his belly.

Morax grabbed the idol’s jacket between his fingers, feeling his hard length rubbing against his partner’s as he changed position, giving him all the space he needed to breathe after endless minutes of tension.

He looked at the throbbing erection behind him, still hidden behind two layers of clothing, shakily sighing in excitement at the sight alone. He felt saliva starting to collect on his tongue, and swallowed a mouthful of it while lustfully imagining the salty taste of his Master’s cum. One he’s very familiar with.

What Morax projected in his mind was the suffocating thickness of Tartaglia’s cock, which managed to hit every soft, hot wall of his mouth, and slid on his tongue as if it had been created to welcome only his Master. Its tip could reach the back of his palate as his nose sank between the orange hair of his groin, while enjoying a light scent of orange as tears fell from his eyes, committed to never detaching themselves from Tartaglia’s.

“Did I perhaps give you permission to distract yourself?” Tartaglia reached out with his left arm to wrap it around Morax’s neck, turning his face towards his.

“You have such an irresistible look, sweetheart. It looks like you’re dying to take it all the way down your throat…” the idol sneered.

“I beg of you… I want to please you…” Morax panted in anticipation, dying to make his Master feel good. Tartaglia smiled in satisfaction, releasing his neck and relaxing against the pillow. “If you insist, I certainly can’t refuse. Such a good puppy…”

Morax gave a victorious smile, licking his lips. Slow and sensual movements of his hips as he backed away, he let his chest meet the crimson red sheets, feeling his nipples rub against the soft fabric. His face reached between his Master’s legs, pushing his nose against his crotch, enchanted by the intense smell of arousal.

He gave his erection a lick, took the protruding tip behind his pants between his red lips, sucked it delicately, and hooked the zipper between his teeth, encouraged by Tartaglia’s loving grunts.

Morax then stared into his Master’s cerulean eyes, never ceasing to meet his gaze as he dragged the zipper of his pants down; he licked the wet slit, feeling his cock throbbing from behind the thin fabric of his boxers, as he pulled his pants down just enough for an easier access.

He gently sucked on the dark stain, feeling the strong taste of his precum penetrating the fibers of the fabric, while he brushed his lips over the large pulsating vein that was just waiting to be caressed.

He pulled away with a soft smack of his lips, moved a lock of hair that was slowly covering his vision behind his right ear, enjoying the moment as if he were an excited child opening his christmas presents.

Tartaglia encouraged him with winking smiles, remaining silent as he waited for his next move. He began to lower his boxers, revealing the soft orange cloud above the base, followed by the great length of his Master. Morax felt a violent shiver run down his spine and squeezed his thighs together, looking for some relief, while the red tip of his cock, arched upwards, shone with precum.

He inhaled heavily, his lips trembling ready to receive their prize, cuddle him and keep him warm while his Master praised him and pushed his length deeper, hands caressing his soft balls, but a firm hand grabbed his jaw as he approached the tip.

Morax looked at him like a sad puppy, deprived of his toy.

“Though you look really pretty as you suck my cock with no abandon, I’d like to change the sight that will grace my eyes tonight,” Tartaglia said, teasingly. “Let me look at your hole, clenching over nothing… as you wish for me to fill you up…” He deviously smiled. After all, he was still enjoying a show.

The red and shiny mouth of his puppy as he sucked his erection with taste was a fantastic sight, but tonight he wanted to focus on the soft bottom that he had not yet touched and worshiped as he usually did.

Morax could sense his cheeks were turning red, he felt hot and, above all, very shy. Leaving his bottom so close to his Master embarrassed him, he felt exposed when unable to cover himself… but the idea that Tartaglia would eat him with his eyes also got him trembling with impatience.

He let out a shaky sigh, rising on his knees, momentarily abandoning his Master’s throbbing cock, crawling towards him. Tartaglia made himself comfortable, placed a hand on his hip and accompanied him to turn in the opposite direction while he spread his legs and sat comfortably on his solid chest, still covered by a single layer of clothes - still, one too much.

Tartaglia opened his eyes wide: the mere sight of his puppy's pink and shy hole could have made him come right there, right then. In front of him, his soft milky cheeks trembled slightly with every movement, like a sweet vanilla pudding. They were pale, so white that a bite or a slap would leave a burgundy red mark after a few seconds.

He bit his lip hard, as holding back was becoming impossible. His Morax was so beautiful that finding fun in something other than destroying him on that precise moment was unimaginable.

Morax, on the other hand, had started to eagerly lick a vein drooping under the tip, forgetting all the embarrassment he had felt until a few moments prior thanks to his Master’s big cock, which completely captured his attention.

He licked a drop of precum, savoring its salty flavor, and then pounced on the juicy tip that had been calling him for too long. He squeezed it between his lips, ran the tip of his tongue over the small hole while with his hands he grabbed Tartaglia's pants in search of a hold.

He moved his hips a couple of times, as if he had a cute little tail wagging with happiness, and his mouth produced wet noises with every suction of the tender skin. He ran his teeth over his Master’s dick delicately, using every method available to make him come as quickly as possible and savor everything he had to give him… satiating him, filling him.

At the mere thought of having his throat invaded by cum, his hole tightened around nothing, trembling in anticipation of being filled in the same way.

Tartaglia saw the tender hole contract hungrily and couldn’t help but let a rush of adrenaline run down his spine. If it were possible, he’d have gotten even harder.

He violently reached out to grab Morax's arms, pulling them backwards, making him fall straight onto his cock, while he raised his hips, inserting it all the way to the base. He could feel his puppy’s throat contracting around the tip, his tongue firm against the length, and muffled moans that sent intense vibrations all over it.

Morax felt himself suffocating, taken by surprise, the cock completely inserted into his mouth without even leaving him time to prepare himself psychologically. He fell forward, the only support for his body now gone, while his ass rose and pressed against his Master's neck.

He released an intense moan, stuck in his throat with no way out, muffled moans and wet noises increasing the stimulation as he felt Tartaglia's hips continue to push in and out, fucking his mouth until he nearly lost consciousness.

His throat spasmed, his breath hitched and he rolled his eyes as a hand was placed forcefully against his ass, his arms locked in Tartaglia's left hand while violent slaps made his cheeks tremble. He felt tears falling from his eyes, the strands of his bangs sticking to his sweaty forehead as he continued to suck his Master's cock greedily, with no intention of stopping until he was filled to the brim, feeling his cum even in his stomach .

Every time it hit the back of Morax’s throat, it tightened on his tip, making him groan in pleasure, as if his soul was being sucked out. Tartaglia admired the red ass, trembling with every slap that hit it. 

He blocked Morax's arms under his back, grabbing his soft cheeks, his fingerprints as a sign of possession, spreading them with his thumbs as he admired that tender, spasming hole.

It was inviting, it called him, so red and dilated, tightening around nothing… waiting for something to fill it, to occupy that emptiness… something that could breed it…

He felt Morax's hot saliva dripping from his lips, slowly descending onto his perineum, while wet and muffled noises came out louder and louder with every thrust. His puppy’s hungry mouth, the way he squeezed him, his hot walls cradling his tip… just as that sweet hole would soon do.

Tartaglia trembled at the thought, coming sooner than expected with gushes of cum, straight into the throat that so docilely welcomed him.

A hungry roar left his lips, and while Morax was choking on the cock pressed in his throat and the cum filling him, Tartaglia pounced on his hole while the excitement ran through every cell of his body.

He kissed it, licked it, bit it. He devoured it, biting and squeezing his cheeks, leaving purple hickeys. That ass begged him to be filled and eaten.

He stuck his tongue in his hole, licked the trembling walls while Morax whimpered with the cock still choking him, the tip of his tongue grazing his prostate while drool ran down Tartaglia's chin to his neck, wetting the collar of his shirt.

Morax felt Tartaglia's tongue probing his hole as if it had a life of its own, an uncontrolled tentacle trying to devour him from the inside, while he heard Tartaglia's grunts of pleasure. Gods, that man could have come a second time in a row just from eating his ass.

Morax lifted his head from his Master's cock, a loud pop leaving his lips as he took a deep breath, cum still on his tongue refusing to swallow until Tartaglia saw how good he was for him.

Tartaglia's nose pressed in between his cheeks, smelling the light scent of the almond and silk flower body wash he used earlier in the bathroom, devouring it like candy. The full mouth, the suffocating air pressing in his ears, the blurry vision and Tartaglia's relentless tongue in his g-spot made his cock tremble, as he sprayed long lines of cum onto the idol's jacket.

A hint of overstimulation caught him off guard, as his legs gave out and he fell dead weight onto the body beneath his own, mewling excitedly as, after what felt like hours, Tartaglia left a loud kiss at his entrance and pulled away moaning.

Morax lazily blinked, the tears pooling in his lashes glistening in his blurry vision as he threaded the line between consciousness and unconsciousness, chest slowly rising with each breath.

He didn’t notice his arms slowly being released, left to rest on the mattress like the wings of a butterfly. As the body beneath him slowly seemed to rise, while his trembling legs found rest, a soft grip then tightened on his chin, lifting his face.

He watched his partner’s brilliant sapphires soften as his vision slowly returned to focus on his handsome face: he looked appeased. He had managed to please his Master and the realization that set in instantly made him wake up with joy.

“Did you swallow it, puppy?” Tartaglia’s voice sounded soft as he stroked Morax’s lower lip with his index finger, pulling it down with his nail.

He smiled back. He raised his torso to face his Master, while he thoroughly enjoyed swallowing the thick liquid that still weighed on his tongue, and a satisfied noise came out of his lips when he separated them.

Tartaglia admired the thread of saliva that joined his lips that slowly thinned and wet his chin, the pink tongue and the walls devoid of any whitish trace as if he had never welcomed his cock with such gluttony.

“Good boy,” his hand left his chin, and gently stroked his head. “You swallowed it all like a true champion, puppy.”

Morax licked the saliva off his chin, turning his face he then kissed his Master’s wrist and leaned towards him, meeting his lips with need. In that case, he didn’t need to look for approval in his eyes, as that was the little prize for good boys like him.

Tartaglia bent his face to have better access to his lips, kissing him passionately as light caresses went down to comb his silky hair between his fingers.

Morax felt his strength returning. That invigorating kiss helped him to sit composed on the sheets while he wrapped his arms around his Master’s neck, their tongues engaged in a loving dance blocking the small moans of pleasure that abandoned them.

“Enough now… you had your reward, puppy,” Tartaglia chuckled while he moved his face away, he raised his hands to caress his biceps still wrapped around his neck. “It’s time for us to-”

“I haven’t finished my show yet, Master…” Morax interrupted him, sensually moving his hips, fully catching the attention of his Master.

As if in a trance, Tartaglia let himself be moved in the same position as before, Morax using his own arms still wrapped around his neck to help him lay down as he then sat on his waist. Tartaglia’s gaze was surprisingly needy - admittedly, for some cuddles too - as Morax placed a tender kiss on his jaw.

“Oh?” Tartaglia laughed, cupping his slim waist in his hands. “Then go ahead, puppy. I’m not going to take my eyes off you for even a second.”

Morax’s smile softened, he ground his hips against his Master’s newly swollen erection, pulling his body up to press his ass against it.

He brought Tartaglia’s hands on his waist, caressing his knuckles with his fingertips, then shifted all his weight on his Master’s cock, slightly arching his back, creating a sensual curve on which he slowly made his partner’s hands go up, guiding them on every protruding bone of his pelvis and on the soft flesh of his thighs, to then make them rise towards his flat stomach and firm pectorals.

Tartaglia grazed Morax’s nipples with his fingers, pressing on them until they became rigid and sensitive, to then conclude his journey on his puppy's adorable face, who left him tender kisses, one on each fingertip.

“Do what you have to, sweetheart. I don’t think you need to prepare yourself…” Tartaglia smiled at the memory of his little hole, wet with saliva and dilated by his tongue.

“Then, I hope you'll enjoy the show, Master .”

Morax tightly intertwined their fingers, leaning into Tartaglia as he raised his hips and pressed the tip of his cock against his wet hole, a pang of pleasure making him bite his lower lip to keep him from moaning too loudly at the thought of how he would soon be filled and properly bred.

With a deep breath, he let his body fall. The red tip spread his flesh as it made its way into him, separating his insides in a tortuous way, forcing him to blink to stay focused on his Master.

Tartaglia looked at his lover in utter devotion. The sweaty skin glistened under the soft light of the room, and he could vividly imagine the rim of his hole stretching exaggeratedly around the thick head of his member, sending electric shocks between their bodies that made them tremble with passion.

Morax's eyes met his, the molten gold reflecting the cerulean. His eyelashes trembled and his cheeks blushed shyly, tinting of a soft red, as his fingers tightened and contracted. His lips then opened in a bright smile, accompanied by a loving sigh.

Tartaglia also let out a deep breath, utterly smitten with his partner.

"Does it hurt, Zhongli ?" He asked, tone teasing on purpose. And gods, the use of this name…

"I'm fine, Ajax . I can do it, beloved," the dark-haired denied, also using his Master’s birth name.

Ajax smiled softly and pulled Zhongli's hands towards his face, starting to fill them with tender kisses, then moved to his wrists, slowly climbing towards his shoulder.

Resting his nose on Zhongli’s neck, he breathed in the strong scent of silk flower, as his partner placed a tender kiss on his cheek, then hooked his lips to his with love, kissing him as soft as a cloud.

They kept their eyes open to look at each other. They were not the eyes of a puppy and its owner, nor those of an idol and a boss, but the eyes of two young people who felt the need to show themselves and love each other.

Tartaglia treated his Morax with arrogance, inverting their social positions he made the man kneel in front of him until he lost track of time… but, unlike him, Ajax massaged Zhongli's feet when he was exhausted, helped him get dressed during lazy winter mornings, combed his hair every day, several times a day, at least a hundred times per lock so that it was soft and silky.

Ajax kissed his lips with love, caressed his face as if he were handling one of the fragile antiques that Zhongli used to carefully collect on his shelves, one of the many gifted to him by Ajax himself.

He got lost in his amber eyes as they shone with joy when he told him about the ancient history of the city, when he tasted new delicacies, or when he stopped to gaze at him, eyes filled with yearning.

Ajax looked at Zhongli as if he were the mirror of his soul, his dull eyes returning to shine only if Zhongli was with him.

His brain stopped reasoning only if Zhongli was with him.

He felt complete only if Zhongli was with him.

The music no longer had any sound, because his music was Zhongli. He didn't need anything else when they were together.

He placed a last tender kiss on his lips, Zhongli calmed his racing heart while Ajax's hands held him with so much warmth that he felt blissful.

"You're amazing..." sighed the ginger, lost in his lover’s gaze. "Can I brush your hair tonight?" He then gently asked.

Zhongli laughed fondly, nodding. “And can I brush yours?” He requested.

“Ah, my sincere compliments, if you can tame them, my love.”

They laughed lovingly as they laid back on the sheets, still united as if one.

“ I love you , Zhongli…” the sapphire of Ajax’ eyes was as bright as the sun.

“ I love you too , Ajax,” and Zhongli’s amber shone like the full moon.

Leisurely, Zhongli went all the way down, his pelvis brushing his partner’s as his erection sank into him as if it had been created specifically to accommodate him, his prostate hit by its tip as he released an erotic moan in Ajax’s ear.

Zhongli slowly raised his hips, the swollen veins of his partner’s length rubbing against his walls sending his body into ecstasy. The tip returned to graze his entrance, then completely penetrated his flesh.

Ajax placed his hands on Zhongli’s sweaty thighs, the inner part wet with a mixture of spit and precum that gave rise to obscene noises with each thrust, in a perfect duet with the moans, as sweet as they were erotic, that he released.

He felt Zhongli's insides cling to his cock as if timidly begging him to stay united forever, the light blood beat in his walls cuddled him, anxious to make him come as quickly as possible, to be filled to the brim.

His lover used his voice like a siren's tempting song, tender notes of pleasure kept Ajax's enamored gaze chained to his, the amber reflected all the moon and the stars while adorable tears began to fall on his soft cheeks, joining the sweat.

Zhongli grabbed his hands tightly, raised his knees from the mattress to better push himself upwards, whimpering when the tip of his Master's cock began to hit his prostate with every movement.

Ajax trembled at the thought of destroying his puppy, that watery look reflected his hungry eyes when with every thrust a mewl came out of his lips, swollen from all the kisses they had previously exchanged.

Tartaglia released their fingers, grabbed his waist tightly until he left purple marks, an explicit sign of possession, holding himself anchored to Morax as he began to forcefully move his hips upwards, the base of his cock pressing against his partner’s wet hole while balls insistently slapped his ass.

“You are beautiful like this… weak for my cock, puppy ,” an excited laugh escaped Tartaglia’s lips when Morax returned his knowing smile, contracting the muscles of his ass around him.

“Master, you are- ah - you’ve gotten so big in this- mh - moment…” Morax felt his voice abandon him as the thrusts of his lover’s hips increased considerably in speed, aggressively rubbing his prostate as he felt his thighs tingle with pleasure.

“Do you know just how much that slutty little hole of yours is squeezing me, Morax ?” Tartaglia growled in frustration, he wanted to breed his good puppy as soon as possible, but he outright refused to come before him.

“You’re dying to drain my energy… have you forgotten that the only one who has to cry is you, puppy?” At those words, a high-pitched moan left Morax’s lips as he felt his erection begin to pulse, the precum soaking his Master’s ruined jacket as he risked coming a second time.

His owner was so good, so incredibly skilled at destroying him, making him forget everything… his job, his sins, even his name .

“M- Master, I’m going to- ah-! Please, please -” A strong thrust interrupted him, breaking the thread that was holding him back from coming, forcing him to release his pleasure prematurely on Tartaglia’s shiny clothes.

The idol grinned in satisfaction, forcefully grabbing Morax’s face as his body was about to fall backwards.

“Don’t take your eyes off me for even a second, little slut. How dare you come so soon, dirtying me completely?” A harsh slap hit Morax’s cheek as Tartaglia saw his eyes roll back and close, on the verge of passing out still impaled on his Master’s hard cock. Morax moaned, shaking with ecstasy as his cock continued to drip onto the jacket below him.

His cheek burned, he felt tiredness claiming him, but he forced himself to look into Tartaglia's eyes. A shiver hit him as he saw such a hungry gaze devouring him alive… his Master seemed disappointed in him, having him whimper in shame.

“I- I'm sorry… I'll clean it all up…” he took off his Master’s jacket with shaky hands, throwing it to their side, leaving him with only a red shirt, the same color as the collar he still had around his neck, reminding him that Tartaglia owned him.

The world suddenly spun around him as the idol grabbed him and flipped him over on the bed, handling his exhausted body with inhuman ease, making him salivate with excitement as a domineering hand made him nearly suffocate against the pillow, pressing his nose into the pillowcase.

His limbs were devoid of any strength, he only managed to keep his hips up thanks to Tartaglia's strength as he skillfully positioned him as if he were a doll.

"Sounds like a certain someone has become a little too demanding… I should remind you who has the power in this room, puppy ." Morax nearly tore the soft cotton of the pillowcase as Tartaglia returned to press his cock fully inside him, deep and raw in his movements as he grabbed his neck and squeezed until he was breathless.

His screams caught in his throat as his skin began to clap against the other’s, resounding in the room like the applause with which Tartaglia was acclaimed by his fans not too long ago.

Morax felt the ginger pressing insistently on his prostate without giving him a second to catch his breath, keeping a firm grip around his throat. His eyes rolled back as oxygen began to fail him, but one step away from closing his eyelids Tartaglia pulled his hair, lifting his head: his curved back took on a sensual shape seen from above and, with his ass in the foreground, his waist appeared even narrower.

‘I wonder what it would be like to have you round with my children…’ Tartaglia thought, his right hand now moved under his puppy’s navel, feeling a small bulge appear every time the tip of his cock moved forward.

“Fuck, Morax, fuck … you are so fucking obscene,” the hand pressed lightly increasing the sensation of the large erection that was splitting his insides. “Obscene while you cry on my cock with that expression of a beaten dog. Tell me… you would like to be pregnant with my children, wouldn’t you, you little slut?”

Morax began to sob with pleasure as his walls were assaulted, his ass bouncing with each slap, imagining himself round with his little ones, Tartaglia’s children, the fruit of their love.

Ah, if only it were possible…

“M-Master… ah - your cock is- hitting so- ah- deep-! ” He whimpered, raising his hips as high as he could to feel it more deeply. “I- I feel like it’s going to- ngh - destroy me…!”

The burning sensation on his scalp stopped when that dominant hand returned to his neck, hooked its fingers into his collar, sliding it over his sweaty skin and twisted it so that the cold silver ring rested at the top of his spine, making him shiver as he was forcefully pulled back.

His voice broke as his back was forced to bend unnaturally, his neck arched towards Tartaglia as his right hand from his stomach moved down to his newly hard cock to grip the base.

He squeezed hard enough to make him despair, the growing pleasure cut off and forced him to withdraw, too suffocating for him to bear when the only remaining escape route was also blocked.

“Don’t think I’m going to let you come again so soon, puppy.” The grip around his base tightened as he teased his full balls with his fingers, so soft to the touch.

“I can’t wait to breed you for good… you'll be so beautiful… you'll be my perfect little wife . Oh, I'll show all your bodyguards who you really belong to, so the world will stop eating you with its eyes.” Tartaglia continued to babble words tirelessly, the need to fill his partner was too great for him to stop and shut his mouth. He needed to vent his frustration verbally when such carnal sex wasn't even close to enough.

“So beautiful for me… you could cockwarm me every day while I write my lyrics, I'd treat you like a princess and- oh , how fucking pretty you'd be, bent over the kitchen table every night… the dinner you made with love would risk getting cold.” Head heavy from those rough words, Morax cried internally, his mind screaming at him to accept that silent contract: stay at the idol's house and be his perfect housewife.

Stay with him all his life, love him every day, fuck him every night…

“M- ah - Master! Please, I need to- I beg of you …” the tip of his cock was nearly blood red, his release controlled by Tartaglia’s hands.

“You’ll come when I tell you. Don’t be a selfish slut now, puppy.”

With a sensual whisper in his ear, the collar was pulled once more as his Master’s thrusts became erratic, nails digging into the fabric desperately seeking for purchase, mouth drooling, lips loud and the destroyed expression of a man dying of passion, his red, sweaty chest.

The air smelled of sex and their mixed scents.

“Answer me, Morax. Tell me you’ll become my precious little wife, tell me you’ll give birth to my two children- oh , three will be even better- you’ll lull them like a mother in the morning, and you’ll become my little slut in the evening.” Tartaglia swore, completely lost in ecstasy. That vision, that future he longed for would soon become reality.

“Yes! Yes, yes-! Master… please ! I will become your wife- your slut, just- ah ! I need to-”

With a smirk, Tartaglia released his grip around the base of his cock.

With a loud cry, Morax completely squirted the sheets, coming so hard that his vision went white as he screamed in ecstasy.

His overwhelming emotions met physical exhaustion from his long-awaited release, passing out without energy as everything around him died.

The thrusts did not stop, the slaps continued loudly as he was laid face down against the bed and fucked roughly for endless minutes, perhaps even an hour. As time spent with Morax flows differently, Tartaglia usually doesn’t know how long it has been since falling into the throes of passion in his lover’s company.

He completely devoured Morax’s very soul and body and only stopped when, with a strong electric shock, he released his fertile load into his body, into his well-bred womb.

- - -

Ajax tightly hugged his lover, placing a tender kiss on his forehead while moving a lock of hair away.

“When you’ll wake up, I’ll prepare something quick to eat… perhaps some porridge, or some soup, just how you like it…” Despite his beloved having completely passed out, Ajax couldn’t help but still gently talk to him.

“Oh, and I brought you an adorable stuffed fox, a fan gave it to me today.” The idol smiled while continuing to gently caress Zhongli’s hair, talking to himself, aware of the blissful dreams that Zhongli was probably having at that moment. He secretly hoped that those dreams included two grown men and, perhaps, two little bundles of joy. Three sounded even better.

Maybe, one day far away, such a dream would come true.

Ajax softly kissed Zhongli’s neck. Unfortunately, the sweet scent of silk flower was slowly fading, leaving only a gentle aroma. “You were more tired than usual tonight, beloved. I hope work didn’t stress you out, it looks like you really need some cuddles.”

With his left hand, he delicately unhooked his lover’s collar, leaving it on the nightstand while he massaged the purple area with light kisses and caresses.

He lightly sucked the purple skin of a hickey, making sure the bruise would remain. That evening, Zhongli's body screamed: ‘I belong to him ’. ‘Him’ who, exactly? Tartaglia, or Ajax? It was naive to ask, as the dark-haired man belonged to both of them, just as Tartaglia and Ajax belonged to both Morax and Zhongli.

Their legs were intertwined under the sheets, Zhongli's right thigh resting on his side while with one hand Ajax slowly caressed his white skin. He didn't care if they were dirty and sticky with their love fluids, he wanted nothing more than to just hug his sweetheart after such an intense evening.

"Oh," Ajax exclaimed, smiling when he saw that bright amber reveal itself to him as Zhongli lazily opened his eyes. “Good morning, teddy bear. How are you feeling?”

The teddy bear in question blinked slowly, stretching like a cute kitten while letting out an adorable yawn, snuggling into the warmth of Ajax’s arms.

“ Mh … hello, Ajax…” he raised his chin to kiss his lips softly.

“Good morning, Zhongli. Are you feeling better?” He repeated the question to make sure he had been heard. Ajax absolutely had to check on his lover’s health.

The dark-haired man smiled, thinking about it for a little while. His cheeks reddened a little, but his expression was relaxed. “I’m fine, my dear,” he nodded. “Just a little tired… how about you?”

“I feel great, sweetheart. You’re so soft, and you smell so good… I could cuddle you for hours…” Ajax smiled, leaving soft kisses all over his face, from his forehead, to the tip of his nose, to his lips.

They kissed calmly and lovingly, enjoying the warmth of each other’s body.

- - -

“You were amazing, Zhongli.” Ajax said, giving one last gentle kiss on his beloved’s forehead.

His cheeks reddened. Receiving such praise was… a bit too much for the dark-haired man, so much that he decided to break eye contact with his lover.

“I- thank you, Ajax…” Zhongli smiled, even the tip of his ears red from embarrassment. “You… I really enjoyed it, tonight. You were exceptional as well, my dear.” He then lazily caressed his cheek, meeting his gaze once more.

‘Ah…’ Ajax sighed, ‘I am so in love with him,’ he thought, silently answering Zhongli’s touch with a radiant smile, eyes nearly shining.

“Let’s go wash up, alright?” He then suggested, raising himself on his elbow, looking down at his partner as if he were one of the seven wonders of the world.

“Mhm…” Zhongli sleepily mumbled, raising his arms. Ajax gently moved them behind his neck, then grabbed him by the hips and pulled him up. He got up from the bed with Zhongli in his arms, his legs tight on his hips like a cute koala, as he walked towards the small bathroom.

He climbed the one step dividing the bedroom and the bathroom, and turned on the light. The strong glow made them blink a couple of times, given the strong difference in lighting compared to the warm and soft one of the bedroom.

He placed Zhongli on the toilet while waiting for the water to heat up and fill the bathtub.

“Are you hungry?” Ajax asked, propositioning a dinner idea in the meanwhile. “I was going to make you some porridge while you were relaxing.” He then dipped his hand into the water. Warm enough, just how his beloved likes it.

He accompanied Zhongli to the tub, helping him get in and then following him right after, sitting behind him so that his back rested on his chest.

“I’m actually feeling a little peckish… I’m sorry to make you cook,” Zhongli answered. “You’ve had a tiring evening as well. We should order something.” The man in front turned his face to look his partner in the eye, resting his cheek on his shoulder as he snuggled into his chest. “How about we make it your favorite, hm? How’s that sound?”

Ajax then tightly hugged him. “No way, Zhongli. I want to cook for you, my love, please…” he pouted.

“Ah… it seems I can’t stop you, then,” Zhongli chuckled lightly, “just don’t overdo it.”

“I would do anything for you, Zhongli.” Ajax said, gently kissing the top of his partner’s head.

The ginger-haired man helped Zhongli wash himself so that his tired limbs could rest while he took care of him, almost lulling him to sleep again. He washed his body carefully, even dedicating himself to cleaning his hole, still dripping with his seed, as slowly as possible so as not to overwhelm him any further.

Zhongli smiled, forgetting all the stress of that day. The arms of his beloved were a much better home than that hotel could ever be.

Though money wasn't a problem for either of them, they didn't live together because they risked exposing themselves too much to the eyes of the world by buying a house for themselves. They could have asked someone they trusted, maybe used a fake name, but no one knew about their relationship and for the moment it was better to keep it that way.

They could afford to book hotels online and, even if the rooms weren't as nice as a proper house, anywhere was fine. As long as they were together, everything would be fine.

When they got out of the tub, Ajax offered to dry Zhongli off: he gently ran the towel over his skin, dabbing every area. From head to toe, he kissed every dry patch he could find, despite Zhongli’s insistence that he could do it on his own.

Eventually, they changed into comfortable clothes for the night, ate a quick meal, and returned to the bedroom, laughing and talking about anything and everything.

Zhongli sat on the side of the bed, his eyes fixated on the blue sky beyond the open window, while Ajax behind him combed his hair. The red curtains fluttered in the cool breeze, his hair copied their movements when Ajax finally put the brush down.

“And… one hundred.” He took the last strand between his fingers, kissing its golden tips, tasting on his own lips sweet almond. The scent of his beloved’s favorite shampoo.

Ajax hugged him from behind, and Zhongli caressed his arm with his fingertips as a bright smile lit up his sleepy face.

Ajax pulled him under the covers with him. They snuggled up warm, Zhongli the little spoon as the ginger pressed his chest against his back, caressing his side.

“Are you tired, Ajax?” asked Zhongli, his stomach full of his lover’s delicious porridge making him sleepy, a child with a full belly ready to explore the world of dreams while being cuddled by a loved one.

Ajax nodded behind him, placing a kiss on his neck, and pulled the sheets over them. “I’d like to make pancakes tomorrow… Tonia sent me a new recipe with strawberries and berries.”

“I bet they’ll be delicious, dear. Thank her on my behalf as well,” Zhongli happily replied, already anticipating the sweet taste of the dish accompanied by a cup of green tea. Strictly nearly boiling hot.

“I can’t wait for tomorrow…” Ajax’s voice was low and tired. “Another day with my puppy… I love you, Zhongli.”

The dark-haired man smiled as Ajax fell asleep. His chest was bursting with love.

“I can’t wait to spend my life with you too… goodnight, Ajax,” he said, planting a gentle kiss on Ajax’s hand.

The stars shone in the night, illuminating their tangled bodies as Zhongli also rapidly fell into a deep sleep. The silhouettes of the buildings would block out the sun in the morning, preventing their sleep from flying away too soon.

That evening, there was only their breathing and the beating of their hearts to lull them to sleep.