La Petit Mort

21

"Would you like to come back to my place?" Dottore asked, placing the napkin down on the plate. Pantalone looked out at the view. This place was pretty high up and the night sky was breathtaking. 

"We live in the same place," he chuckled. 

"You know what I mean." 

"Do I?" he cocked his head and smiled. "I don't think I do." 

"You seem," Dottore held his chin and stared at Pantalone, "different." 

"Why do you say that?" He slid out of his shoe and lifted his leg to put his foot on Dottore's lap. He pressed his sole against his crotch. 

"Ahck," Dottore grabbed the side of the table. 

"Do you think you'll last that long?" Pantalone swirled the wine in his glass before taking a drink. "'Till we get back home, I mean." 

"Excuse me," Dottore waved the server over. "Could we have the check, please? I think we will be skipping on dessert tonight."  

... 

Pantalone gasped, leaning up against the stall door. Dottore bit down on his neck, pulling open his shirt in a hurry. He didn't care that blood would stain the clothing. Nor did he care that they were in the restaurant's bathroom. 

"Dottie..." Pantalone gently pushed Dottore's head but he refused to budge. Instead, he grabbed Pantalone's leg and slung it over his hip, pressing their crotches together. "What is your name?" 

"You know my name," Dottore replied.  

"From before..." 

"My parents called me Zandik, if that's what you're asking." 

"Hm," Pantalone leaned his head against the stall's door and closed his eyes. Dottore kissed his way down to the pant line and pulled them down far enough to leave Pantalone's ass exposed. He flipped him around and spread his cheeks apart, sucking on his ass to wet the hole. "What about your mother's maiden name or your SSN?" he snickered. 

"Am I resetting a password or something?" Dottore scoffed. 

"That's enough," he glanced over his shoulder, ignoring the question.  

"Are you sure?" 

"Darling, please," Pantalone pressed his forehead against the door, "I need you inside me right now." 

Dottore unzipped his pants and stood up, pressing himself against Pantalone's back as he inserted the tip. He still wasn't moving fast enough for Pantalone's tastes so he shoved his ass back onto Dottore. He stumbled and caught himself by sitting on the toilet (lid down, naturally). Pantalone wiggled his hips, sitting on his lap, adjusting while biting his lip to hold back from crying out from the sudden pain. 

"Fucking hell," Dottore grabbed Pantalone's waist, "stop squirming," he muttered through his gritted teeth. 

"Then for Christ's sake stop being gentle!" he scolded. "It's not like you."  

"Shit," Dottore pulled Pantalone's shirt off and threw it on the ground. He bit down on his back and moved his mouth down to carve lines into his skin. Pantalone gasped. "You'll be the cause of my downfall," Dottore licked where he bit. 

"I'd rather die."