First one for 30 Lemons!
Title: Dressing Room Madness
Author/Artist:
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Squalo's mouth, explicit sexual encounter
Prompt: 007. The Wardrobe, or, "I Feel Pretty!"
Word count: 2,754 words
Summary: Dino thinks Squalo's good behavior needs to be rewarded.
Squalo scowled, hands in his pockets and hunched over a little, as he watched Dino go through a rack in the store. He hadn’t expected, when Dino had called and said that they should go out, that they would be going to the mall to look for, as Dino had said, appropriate clothes. He looked down at himself and wondered just what was wrong with the tan trousers and black long sleeve shirt he had thrown on. It wasn’t like they were dirty or worn, so there shouldn’t have been a problem. He didn’t know why he was still standing here, waiting for Dino to pick something out for him (though that might have been the big puppy dog eyes that he gave that Squalo still refused to admit affected him).
“Hey Squalo,” Dino said, pulling Squalo from his musings, “Will you try this on?” He was holding up a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, something he could have sworn he had his wardrobe. Squalo opened his mouth to say exactly that when the look in Dino’s eyes and the slight pout to his lip (god, that pout was sexy and he wanted to just go over there and sink his teeth into it) stopped him. That was the end of that idea.
“Fine, I’ll fucking try it on,” he snapped as he grabbed the clothes. He turned toward the fitting rooms and stalked back there, missing Dino’s smirk. As it was, he had no clue what was in store for him as he slammed the door of the dressing room.
He pulled off his clothes quickly, tossing them onto the floor without any thought. It’s not like he really cared what happened to them (he wasn’t Lussuria, for fuck’s sake). The first thing he grabbed was the jeans, as they were the closest. He looked at them for a minute and, seeing nothing was wrong with them, began to pull them on.
That was when he had a problem. Oh, the jeans pulled on easily enough, sliding over his legs like butter. He even had them resting on his hips pretty damn well. But when he went to close the button, he found that he was having some…difficulty. Actually, it was harder to close than a three dollar whore’s legs on a Friday night and Squalo let out a scream of frustration. With all the times that they had fucked, he figured Dino would know his size by now. He tried everything he could think of to get that damn button in the hole - sucking in his nonexistent gut, leaning against the door, and even lying on the floor of the dressing room (as best he could in the small space) - and nothing worked. Not one. Single. Damn. Thing. He finally gave up and opened the door a crack, searching for the bastard that had caused the problem in the first place.
When he finally spied him, looking through a rack near the fitting rooms, he hissed, “Bucking Horse, get the fuck in here.” It didn’t register that Dino didn’t seem surprised by the demand, that he, in fact, looked rather smug. Squalo was more concerned about the fact that Dino had, once again, fucked something up (though, it had been sometime since he had fucked up around him, but he didn’t want to think about that right now). He moved back when Dino came near the door to give him room to come in and scowled at him as he closed it. “You fucking idiot. These fucking pants are too small.” Dino shook his head and moved closer.
“No, they’re not. You just need to work to get the buttons done.” Squalo just glared at Dino and really wanted to kick him.
“I fucking did. I’ve done every fucking thing I could think of to get these shitty buttons done up.” When Dino took a step forward, he wondered just what the fuck he was doing. But then he saw the look on his face, that goddamn smug, sultry grin, and Squalo took a step back. He knew that look, that hungry look, and while most of the time he liked it, right now he was just annoyed.
“Maybe I just need to take a try.” By now, Squalo was backed up against the mirror, and was glaring fiercely at the blond in front of him.
“No.” It was hissed out, but it didn’t have much bite since Dino had just pressed up against him, his body flush with Squalo’s. He bit back a groan when he felt the Dino was hard against him already. Well, shit. Of all the things that he was expecting, this was not it. Dino had never shown any interest in fucking in public (no matter how many times Squalo suggested it). “Fuck. You’re not actually…” He cut off when Dino’s hand brushed over the front of the pants. He wasn’t hard yet, but he had a feeling that wouldn’t be a problem soon.
“Now, the first thing when you have pants like this is to make sure there’s nothing underneath.” Dino’s fingers dipped into the waistband of the boxers that he was wearing, caressing the skin just under it with his fingers. Squalo bit his lip to swallow back the moan that threatened to come out. “These have to come off.” Squalo just stared at him wide eyed.
“I am not fucking taking off my boxers to try on…” Dino’s hand dipped into the pants, cupping him and rubbing a bit, causing Squalo to bang his head against the mirror and effectively shutting him up. His hips jerked into his touch. “Oh shit.” His hands went to Dino’s shoulders as he continued to tease his dick through the boxers, fisting in his shirt as he began to harden. He groaned, deep in his throat, as his hips moved with Dino’s hand, trying to get more friction on his hardening member.
“Hm. Now this is a problem. We won’t be able to get the pants buttoned this way.” Squalo glared at him, his hands gripping his shirt even tighter, almost to the point of tearing it.
“You fucking caused the problem, you bastard.” Dino chuckled, low and husky, pulling his hand from Squalo’s pants. Squalo whined, hips jerking and trying to find some friction.
“Then I guess I’ll have to take care of it.” Squalo watched with wide eyes as Dino dropped down to his knees, his nose nuzzling against his cock through the boxers. It caused Squalo to gasp and his back arched. He wasn’t sure what had come over Dino, but right now, he didn’t care. He didn’t care about the people that may be outside the door of the dressing room (including Dino’s men, he assumed - he was useless without them. At least he hoped they were outside, because he didn’t want to think about what it meant if they weren’t), nor did he care about the fact that they were in a public dressing room. All he cared about was the slide of his pants and boxers down his legs, the kittenish, teasing licks Dino gave his cock, the moan that he gave that mingled with Dino’s. He groaned loudly when Dino’s tongue teased the slit at the tip of his cock, lapping at the moisture already beading there. And when hot breath was blown on his cock when Dino chuckled, he nearly cried out.
He did cry out when Dino’s lips wrapped tight around the head of his dick, sucking harshly as his hand stroked what wasn’t in his mouth. His hands went to Dino’s hair without him realizing it, gripping the blond strands tightly. Without realizing it, his hips rolled, pushing his cock a little deeper into Dino’s mouth and he groaned as his teeth scraped ever so slightly over the skin. The obscene, wet sounds that accompanied it made his entire body jerk when a stab of arousal, sharp and unforgiving, filled his belly and went straight down to his groin.
As Dino began to move down his erection, tongue moving against the sensitive, prominent vein on the underside, the only thing that Squalo was capable of was gasping and making odd noises of pleasure. His hips continued the gentle shallow rocking, burying himself deeper in his mouth even as Dino swallowed more and more of his cock. The suction, the movement of Dino’s tongue against him, drove him nearly to the brink of madness. When Dino moaned around him, the vibrations causing him to shiver, he finally opened the eyes he hadn’t realized that he had shut and looked down. And the sight - Dino’s eyes closed, a look of bliss and absolute hunger on his features as more and more of Squalo’s dick disappeared in his mouth - very nearly threw him over the precipice.
“Oh, fuck. Cl-Close.” It was hissed out as Squalo didn’t have the voice (a rare thing) for anything else. Suddenly, abruptly, Dino pulled off of his cock with a wet pop and Squalo whined loudly. “What the fuck, Dino?”
“Sh…I want you to calm down.” He pressed a kiss to Squalo’s stomach as he stood. His hands slid under Squalo’s shirt, caressing his skin as he lifted it up. Squalo shivered and lifted his arms to make it easier for him. When the shirt was off, Dino leaned in to give Squalo a languid, deep kiss, one that had Squalo’s toes curling. It was thorough as Dino’s tongue explored every inch of his mouth, curling around Squalo’s and coaxing it to play with his own. Squalo groaned lowly, his body trying to arch and rub against Dino, but Dino was having none of that. He pushed Squalo’s hips against the mirror, keeping him there. And then his hands began to wander, his fingers teasing all of his hot spots - his hips, his thighs, along the center of his back - causing Squalo to clutch desperately to him, arms wound tight around him. It drove him nuts that Dino’s touch could do this to him, that he knew him so well that he could make him nothing more than a wanton whore begging for his touch, but right now, it didn’t matter at all. Right now was a time to try and find a way to make Dino do something to him, anything, as long as he could finally come.
Squalo pulled back from the kiss, his breath coming hard and fast. Dino’s mouth immediately went to his neck, lips trailing over the sensitive skin behind his ear, nibbling along his jaw, teeth scraping down his pulse point, lips wrapping around his Adam’s apple and sucking harshly, and his tongue sliding down to the hollow of his throat to lap there. He was so distracted by it that he never noticed Dino taking the lube out of his pocket, oiling up his fingers, until they were pressed against his entrance. Squalo tensed for a brief second as Dino’s fingers circled around his entrance, slicking the area around it , an automatic reaction that had gotten better as time had passed, before relaxing. As soon as Squalo was relaxed, he felt two fingers press inside of him, scissoring inside of him to stretch him. He shuddered, making a sound that was part pain, but mostly pleasure as he rocked his hips downward to meet his fingers. He knew exactly what was going to happen next and, when Dino’s fingers hooked to brush against his prostate and made him arch and gasp sharply, he wanted it so badly he could taste it.
“Shit. Come on, Dino, stop fucking around already and fuck me!” Dino just chuckled. Each time his fingers rubbed against his prostate, Squalo’s cock throbbed, moisture beading at the tip. At this rate, he was going to come before Dino even fucked him. And then Dino’s fingers were gone, leaving him bereft and he whined pitifully. “What are you doing?”
“I want you to put your hands against that wall and bend over.” Dino nodded toward the wall perpendicular to the mirror. Though Squalo’s brow furrowed in confusion, he didn’t argue. He just really wanted to be fucked at this point. So, he did as Dino said, placing his hands against the wall and bending over a bit, stopping when Dino placed a hand on his back. He shivered as Dino’s fingers brushed over old scars, from both the sensitivity and the intimacy of Dino knowing every beaded, stretched piece of skin on Squalo’s body. Then Dino’s hands gripped his cheeks, pulling them apart, and Squalo could feel the head of his cock nudging at his entrance.
“Oh yes.” It was hissed out as Dino began to push inside of him, his dick filling him slowly. There was a dull ache from where he was being stretched, a dull ache that was always there when Dino filled him. He loved that feeling, as rare as it was. He shuddered, groaning when Dino pushed into him as far as he could, the head of his cock pressing against his prostate. And then Dino began to move, short, shallow thrusts that kept his tip pressed against his prostate, and Squalo was lost. He tipped his head back, biting his lip against crying out, one of his hands clenching into a fist against the wall. He moved back against Dino, clenching purposefully around him, and reveled in the guttural groan that Dino gave.
Suddenly, without any warning, Dino gripped his hips and began to pull out of him slowly, the drag of his cock against his walls intense. He paused when only the head of his cock was gripped within Squalo before slamming back inside, hard and fast. Squalo bit his lip bloody to keep quiet, his scream muffled. The pace that Dino set was rough, hard and merciless, and Squalo could only move with him, too overwhelmed with pleasure. Sounds came from his mouth without any prompting - long, pleased groans; soft, sharp cries; short, labored gasps - and nothing seemed to stop them.
“Squalo,” Dino groaned out, his hips stuttering a moment before slamming against him harder, “Look in the mirror.” Squalo barely heard him past the buzzing in his ears, but he complied with the request, eyes fluttering open as he turned there. What he saw there nearly pushed him to the edge. He could see Dino, still fully dressed, pants slipping off his hips as his cock disappeared in Squalo quickly. Squalo’s cock was hard and red, dripping precome on the floor with every thrust. He finally shut his eyes, unable to look anymore and he gripped his cock, stroking with Dino’s thrusts.
“Come on, Dino. I’m so fucking close.” He didn’t know if Dino responded beyond his moan, but his thrusts came faster, came harder, and it only took a few fists of his cock, a few times of Dino pounding against his prostate before he tossed his head back and screamed. His entire body tensed, clenching Dino’s cock tight inside of him and he came, spurting all over his hand and the floor. Dino was quick to follow him, coming deep inside of him. He whimpered a little as Dino’s thrusts slowed before finally stopping. Dino collapsed against him, pushing him against the wall. It was all that supported them as Squalo’s shaky legs were unable to at the moment. “Fuck, Dino. What the fuck brought that on?”
“Are you complaining?” Dino was panting, so the words were stilted.
“Fuck no. But what the fuck?” Dino chuckled, pulling out of him and making Squalo wince. He slid down the wall, unable to stand anymore.
“I thought I’d reward you for being a good boy.” Squalo looked back at him, glaring as he fixed his pants.
“You’re an asshole.” Dino just laughed and helped Squalo up. He helped him gather his clothes and helped him into them, knowing that Squalo didn’t have the coordination for that right now. Then he picked up the pants and walked out of the dressing room. Squalo blinked, watching as Dino walked toward the counter with them. And then he realized what he was going to do, and he was not having that. At all.
“VOOOOOOOI! WE’RE NOT BUYING THOSE FUCKING PANTS!” When Dino just laughed and ignored him, Squalo slapped his palm against his face. Another typical fucking day shopping where no one listened to him. He was getting sick of this shit. Well, he thought, at least I got something out of it this time that wasn’t a headache.
Author/Artist:
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Squalo's mouth, explicit sexual encounter
Prompt: 007. The Wardrobe, or, "I Feel Pretty!"
Word count: 2,754 words
Summary: Dino thinks Squalo's good behavior needs to be rewarded.
Squalo scowled, hands in his pockets and hunched over a little, as he watched Dino go through a rack in the store. He hadn’t expected, when Dino had called and said that they should go out, that they would be going to the mall to look for, as Dino had said, appropriate clothes. He looked down at himself and wondered just what was wrong with the tan trousers and black long sleeve shirt he had thrown on. It wasn’t like they were dirty or worn, so there shouldn’t have been a problem. He didn’t know why he was still standing here, waiting for Dino to pick something out for him (though that might have been the big puppy dog eyes that he gave that Squalo still refused to admit affected him).
“Hey Squalo,” Dino said, pulling Squalo from his musings, “Will you try this on?” He was holding up a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, something he could have sworn he had his wardrobe. Squalo opened his mouth to say exactly that when the look in Dino’s eyes and the slight pout to his lip (god, that pout was sexy and he wanted to just go over there and sink his teeth into it) stopped him. That was the end of that idea.
“Fine, I’ll fucking try it on,” he snapped as he grabbed the clothes. He turned toward the fitting rooms and stalked back there, missing Dino’s smirk. As it was, he had no clue what was in store for him as he slammed the door of the dressing room.
He pulled off his clothes quickly, tossing them onto the floor without any thought. It’s not like he really cared what happened to them (he wasn’t Lussuria, for fuck’s sake). The first thing he grabbed was the jeans, as they were the closest. He looked at them for a minute and, seeing nothing was wrong with them, began to pull them on.
That was when he had a problem. Oh, the jeans pulled on easily enough, sliding over his legs like butter. He even had them resting on his hips pretty damn well. But when he went to close the button, he found that he was having some…difficulty. Actually, it was harder to close than a three dollar whore’s legs on a Friday night and Squalo let out a scream of frustration. With all the times that they had fucked, he figured Dino would know his size by now. He tried everything he could think of to get that damn button in the hole - sucking in his nonexistent gut, leaning against the door, and even lying on the floor of the dressing room (as best he could in the small space) - and nothing worked. Not one. Single. Damn. Thing. He finally gave up and opened the door a crack, searching for the bastard that had caused the problem in the first place.
When he finally spied him, looking through a rack near the fitting rooms, he hissed, “Bucking Horse, get the fuck in here.” It didn’t register that Dino didn’t seem surprised by the demand, that he, in fact, looked rather smug. Squalo was more concerned about the fact that Dino had, once again, fucked something up (though, it had been sometime since he had fucked up around him, but he didn’t want to think about that right now). He moved back when Dino came near the door to give him room to come in and scowled at him as he closed it. “You fucking idiot. These fucking pants are too small.” Dino shook his head and moved closer.
“No, they’re not. You just need to work to get the buttons done.” Squalo just glared at Dino and really wanted to kick him.
“I fucking did. I’ve done every fucking thing I could think of to get these shitty buttons done up.” When Dino took a step forward, he wondered just what the fuck he was doing. But then he saw the look on his face, that goddamn smug, sultry grin, and Squalo took a step back. He knew that look, that hungry look, and while most of the time he liked it, right now he was just annoyed.
“Maybe I just need to take a try.” By now, Squalo was backed up against the mirror, and was glaring fiercely at the blond in front of him.
“No.” It was hissed out, but it didn’t have much bite since Dino had just pressed up against him, his body flush with Squalo’s. He bit back a groan when he felt the Dino was hard against him already. Well, shit. Of all the things that he was expecting, this was not it. Dino had never shown any interest in fucking in public (no matter how many times Squalo suggested it). “Fuck. You’re not actually…” He cut off when Dino’s hand brushed over the front of the pants. He wasn’t hard yet, but he had a feeling that wouldn’t be a problem soon.
“Now, the first thing when you have pants like this is to make sure there’s nothing underneath.” Dino’s fingers dipped into the waistband of the boxers that he was wearing, caressing the skin just under it with his fingers. Squalo bit his lip to swallow back the moan that threatened to come out. “These have to come off.” Squalo just stared at him wide eyed.
“I am not fucking taking off my boxers to try on…” Dino’s hand dipped into the pants, cupping him and rubbing a bit, causing Squalo to bang his head against the mirror and effectively shutting him up. His hips jerked into his touch. “Oh shit.” His hands went to Dino’s shoulders as he continued to tease his dick through the boxers, fisting in his shirt as he began to harden. He groaned, deep in his throat, as his hips moved with Dino’s hand, trying to get more friction on his hardening member.
“Hm. Now this is a problem. We won’t be able to get the pants buttoned this way.” Squalo glared at him, his hands gripping his shirt even tighter, almost to the point of tearing it.
“You fucking caused the problem, you bastard.” Dino chuckled, low and husky, pulling his hand from Squalo’s pants. Squalo whined, hips jerking and trying to find some friction.
“Then I guess I’ll have to take care of it.” Squalo watched with wide eyes as Dino dropped down to his knees, his nose nuzzling against his cock through the boxers. It caused Squalo to gasp and his back arched. He wasn’t sure what had come over Dino, but right now, he didn’t care. He didn’t care about the people that may be outside the door of the dressing room (including Dino’s men, he assumed - he was useless without them. At least he hoped they were outside, because he didn’t want to think about what it meant if they weren’t), nor did he care about the fact that they were in a public dressing room. All he cared about was the slide of his pants and boxers down his legs, the kittenish, teasing licks Dino gave his cock, the moan that he gave that mingled with Dino’s. He groaned loudly when Dino’s tongue teased the slit at the tip of his cock, lapping at the moisture already beading there. And when hot breath was blown on his cock when Dino chuckled, he nearly cried out.
He did cry out when Dino’s lips wrapped tight around the head of his dick, sucking harshly as his hand stroked what wasn’t in his mouth. His hands went to Dino’s hair without him realizing it, gripping the blond strands tightly. Without realizing it, his hips rolled, pushing his cock a little deeper into Dino’s mouth and he groaned as his teeth scraped ever so slightly over the skin. The obscene, wet sounds that accompanied it made his entire body jerk when a stab of arousal, sharp and unforgiving, filled his belly and went straight down to his groin.
As Dino began to move down his erection, tongue moving against the sensitive, prominent vein on the underside, the only thing that Squalo was capable of was gasping and making odd noises of pleasure. His hips continued the gentle shallow rocking, burying himself deeper in his mouth even as Dino swallowed more and more of his cock. The suction, the movement of Dino’s tongue against him, drove him nearly to the brink of madness. When Dino moaned around him, the vibrations causing him to shiver, he finally opened the eyes he hadn’t realized that he had shut and looked down. And the sight - Dino’s eyes closed, a look of bliss and absolute hunger on his features as more and more of Squalo’s dick disappeared in his mouth - very nearly threw him over the precipice.
“Oh, fuck. Cl-Close.” It was hissed out as Squalo didn’t have the voice (a rare thing) for anything else. Suddenly, abruptly, Dino pulled off of his cock with a wet pop and Squalo whined loudly. “What the fuck, Dino?”
“Sh…I want you to calm down.” He pressed a kiss to Squalo’s stomach as he stood. His hands slid under Squalo’s shirt, caressing his skin as he lifted it up. Squalo shivered and lifted his arms to make it easier for him. When the shirt was off, Dino leaned in to give Squalo a languid, deep kiss, one that had Squalo’s toes curling. It was thorough as Dino’s tongue explored every inch of his mouth, curling around Squalo’s and coaxing it to play with his own. Squalo groaned lowly, his body trying to arch and rub against Dino, but Dino was having none of that. He pushed Squalo’s hips against the mirror, keeping him there. And then his hands began to wander, his fingers teasing all of his hot spots - his hips, his thighs, along the center of his back - causing Squalo to clutch desperately to him, arms wound tight around him. It drove him nuts that Dino’s touch could do this to him, that he knew him so well that he could make him nothing more than a wanton whore begging for his touch, but right now, it didn’t matter at all. Right now was a time to try and find a way to make Dino do something to him, anything, as long as he could finally come.
Squalo pulled back from the kiss, his breath coming hard and fast. Dino’s mouth immediately went to his neck, lips trailing over the sensitive skin behind his ear, nibbling along his jaw, teeth scraping down his pulse point, lips wrapping around his Adam’s apple and sucking harshly, and his tongue sliding down to the hollow of his throat to lap there. He was so distracted by it that he never noticed Dino taking the lube out of his pocket, oiling up his fingers, until they were pressed against his entrance. Squalo tensed for a brief second as Dino’s fingers circled around his entrance, slicking the area around it , an automatic reaction that had gotten better as time had passed, before relaxing. As soon as Squalo was relaxed, he felt two fingers press inside of him, scissoring inside of him to stretch him. He shuddered, making a sound that was part pain, but mostly pleasure as he rocked his hips downward to meet his fingers. He knew exactly what was going to happen next and, when Dino’s fingers hooked to brush against his prostate and made him arch and gasp sharply, he wanted it so badly he could taste it.
“Shit. Come on, Dino, stop fucking around already and fuck me!” Dino just chuckled. Each time his fingers rubbed against his prostate, Squalo’s cock throbbed, moisture beading at the tip. At this rate, he was going to come before Dino even fucked him. And then Dino’s fingers were gone, leaving him bereft and he whined pitifully. “What are you doing?”
“I want you to put your hands against that wall and bend over.” Dino nodded toward the wall perpendicular to the mirror. Though Squalo’s brow furrowed in confusion, he didn’t argue. He just really wanted to be fucked at this point. So, he did as Dino said, placing his hands against the wall and bending over a bit, stopping when Dino placed a hand on his back. He shivered as Dino’s fingers brushed over old scars, from both the sensitivity and the intimacy of Dino knowing every beaded, stretched piece of skin on Squalo’s body. Then Dino’s hands gripped his cheeks, pulling them apart, and Squalo could feel the head of his cock nudging at his entrance.
“Oh yes.” It was hissed out as Dino began to push inside of him, his dick filling him slowly. There was a dull ache from where he was being stretched, a dull ache that was always there when Dino filled him. He loved that feeling, as rare as it was. He shuddered, groaning when Dino pushed into him as far as he could, the head of his cock pressing against his prostate. And then Dino began to move, short, shallow thrusts that kept his tip pressed against his prostate, and Squalo was lost. He tipped his head back, biting his lip against crying out, one of his hands clenching into a fist against the wall. He moved back against Dino, clenching purposefully around him, and reveled in the guttural groan that Dino gave.
Suddenly, without any warning, Dino gripped his hips and began to pull out of him slowly, the drag of his cock against his walls intense. He paused when only the head of his cock was gripped within Squalo before slamming back inside, hard and fast. Squalo bit his lip bloody to keep quiet, his scream muffled. The pace that Dino set was rough, hard and merciless, and Squalo could only move with him, too overwhelmed with pleasure. Sounds came from his mouth without any prompting - long, pleased groans; soft, sharp cries; short, labored gasps - and nothing seemed to stop them.
“Squalo,” Dino groaned out, his hips stuttering a moment before slamming against him harder, “Look in the mirror.” Squalo barely heard him past the buzzing in his ears, but he complied with the request, eyes fluttering open as he turned there. What he saw there nearly pushed him to the edge. He could see Dino, still fully dressed, pants slipping off his hips as his cock disappeared in Squalo quickly. Squalo’s cock was hard and red, dripping precome on the floor with every thrust. He finally shut his eyes, unable to look anymore and he gripped his cock, stroking with Dino’s thrusts.
“Come on, Dino. I’m so fucking close.” He didn’t know if Dino responded beyond his moan, but his thrusts came faster, came harder, and it only took a few fists of his cock, a few times of Dino pounding against his prostate before he tossed his head back and screamed. His entire body tensed, clenching Dino’s cock tight inside of him and he came, spurting all over his hand and the floor. Dino was quick to follow him, coming deep inside of him. He whimpered a little as Dino’s thrusts slowed before finally stopping. Dino collapsed against him, pushing him against the wall. It was all that supported them as Squalo’s shaky legs were unable to at the moment. “Fuck, Dino. What the fuck brought that on?”
“Are you complaining?” Dino was panting, so the words were stilted.
“Fuck no. But what the fuck?” Dino chuckled, pulling out of him and making Squalo wince. He slid down the wall, unable to stand anymore.
“I thought I’d reward you for being a good boy.” Squalo looked back at him, glaring as he fixed his pants.
“You’re an asshole.” Dino just laughed and helped Squalo up. He helped him gather his clothes and helped him into them, knowing that Squalo didn’t have the coordination for that right now. Then he picked up the pants and walked out of the dressing room. Squalo blinked, watching as Dino walked toward the counter with them. And then he realized what he was going to do, and he was not having that. At all.
“VOOOOOOOI! WE’RE NOT BUYING THOSE FUCKING PANTS!” When Dino just laughed and ignored him, Squalo slapped his palm against his face. Another typical fucking day shopping where no one listened to him. He was getting sick of this shit. Well, he thought, at least I got something out of it this time that wasn’t a headache.