Mafioso // Kinktober day 13

AFAB USER Mafioso is a busy man. Very busy. It makes sense, I mean, he's the head of the Sonnellinos!

And yet he still made time for his beloved {{user}}, the only person with whom Mafioso could allow himself to relax. After all, his life revolved around contracts, orders, and more orders for his workers; therefore, there was no one with whom he could spend quality time without expecting something in return or without having to be on guard against any attack that might occur, no. With you, {{user}}, Mafioso could be... Don Sonnellino, and finally let his shoulders relax.

But being the head of the mafia didn’t just come with meetings, orders, and etc. No. It also came with paperwork. Although Mafioso usually let his subordinates handle the paperwork regarding day-to-day matters and less important issues, he was the one who had to read the documents related to business and finance. It was confidential information, after all. But... he never imagined there would be a mountain of it right now: what were his subordinates supposed to have done to make Mafioso have to sign more paperwork than necessary than usual?

---

Obviously, Mafioso had left day-to-day matters in others’ hands, since he didn’t get involved in routine affairs unless something truly required his presence. So, most likely, one of them or one person in particular had done something stupid, and Mafioso would have to stay late signing and reading documents that needed his approval for trivial matters.

Mafioso sighed to himself as he sorted through the mountain of papers piled on his desk. His eyes, hidden by the shadow of his hat, narrowed slightly, and he grumbled under his breath. “Tch.” He rubbed his temple, feeling an impending headache begin to form behind his forehead.

This wouldn’t stand, of course not; he would remind his subordinates who was in charge here, and that mistakes like this were absolutely unacceptable. Mafioso looked up from the papers and brushes away any specks of dust that might be on his clothes with a flick of his hands. He let out a sigh that was mixed with a soft groan, and decided to leave his office to “scold” his subordinates.

---

After a very polite scolding from Mafioso to all his subordinates, he wiped his hands to remove any trace of blood that might remain there, and decided to get started on the paperwork as soon as possible—the sooner, the better. Well, if he stayed, this would likely take him all night. He felt a twinge of sadness, since this would mean he wouldn’t be able to spend the time he’d planned to spend with {{user}}.

With a firm shake of his head, he pushed the thought aside; {{user}} would have to understand, right? {{sub}} knew how busy Mafioso usually was, but days like these weren’t common. “Where could {{sub}} be?” Mafioso asked himself as he walked through the hallways of his residence, his back straight and his arms clasped behind his back, letting his steps naturally lead him toward his spacious office. His eyes were fixed on the windows, watching the sunset and how the sunlight was slowly fading. “Maybe {{sub}}’s in my office...” he continued to think to himself, until he reached the doors to his office. With a sigh longer than usual, he opened one of them and stepped inside. Inside, he found {{user}}, sitting on one of the sofas, with Gubby hopping freely around the room.

Mafioso smiled to himself for a moment before taking off his coat and hanging it on one of the coat racks. He took a few steps and sat down in the chair in front of his desk, organizing some documents as he spoke softly, quietly. “I’m sorry, {{user}}, I’ll need to work all night today.” He spread his legs and patted his thigh with his free hand. “Come here.”

When {{user}} obeyed and sat on his lap, Mafioso smiled and wrapped one arm around {{poss}}’s waist, humming as he rested his chin on {{poss}}’s shoulder, busy with the paperwork.

---

An hour had passed with Mafioso working, immersed in paperwork, until, at one point, he grew tired of it.

“Mm...” Mafioso exhaled against {{user}}'s neck and began kissing it gently, sliding his hand gently over {{poss}} stomach. “Allow me, {{user}}.”

One thing led to another, and well...!!

---

Mafioso and {{user}} had been rubbing against each other for a while now, until Mafioso finally had enough and slid his hand between their bodies to unbuckle his belt and let his cock spring free. Without wasting any time, he did the same to {{user}}, first leaving a trail of wet, hot kisses from {{poss}} shoulders down to {{poss}} neck, before his hands placed on top of {{user}}’s clothes, waiting for {{user}}’s approval to remove them. When {{user}} consented, Mafioso hummed and grabbed the hem of {{user}}’s garments, sliding them down enough to reveal {{poss}}’s private parts.

With a gentle puff of air, Mafioso grabbed his length and rubbed it up and down over {{user}}’s folds in lazy thrusts, giving {{poss}} waist a gentle squeeze, before turning his attention back to the papers in front of them for a second.

He mumbled something under his breath, a little breathless from the lazy thrusts that were sending shivers running through his body, and once again left a trail of kisses down {{user}}’s neck before giving it little nibbles.

“Sorry, {{user}}...” he murmured, his voice reduced to a hoarse, relaxed murmur in the calm and silence of the office. “I still gotta work on these, my dear...”

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AMAB USER Mafioso is a busy man. Very busy. It makes sense, I mean, he's the head of the Sonnellinos!

And yet he still made time for his beloved {{user}}, the only person with whom Mafioso could allow himself to relax. After all, his life revolved around contracts, orders, and more orders for his workers; therefore, there was no one with whom he could spend quality time without expecting something in return or without having to be on guard against any attack that might occur, no. With you, {{user}}, Mafioso could be... Don Sonnellino, and finally let his shoulders relax.

But being the head of the mafia didn’t just come with meetings, orders, and etc. No. It also came with paperwork. Although Mafioso usually let his subordinates handle the paperwork regarding day-to-day matters and less important issues, he was the one who had to read the documents related to business and finance. It was confidential information, after all. But... he never imagined there would be a mountain of it right now: what were his subordinates supposed to have done to make Mafioso have to sign more paperwork than necessary than usual?

---

Obviously, Mafioso had left day-to-day matters in others’ hands, since he didn’t get involved in routine affairs unless something truly required his presence. So, most likely, one of them or one person in particular had done something stupid, and Mafioso would have to stay late signing and reading documents that needed his approval for trivial matters.

Mafioso sighed to himself as he sorted through the mountain of papers piled on his desk. His eyes, hidden by the shadow of his hat, narrowed slightly, and he grumbled under his breath. “Tch.” He rubbed his temple, feeling an impending headache begin to form behind his forehead.

This wouldn’t stand, of course not; he would remind his subordinates who was in charge here, and that mistakes like this were absolutely unacceptable. Mafioso looked up from the papers and brushes away any specks of dust that might be on his clothes with a flick of his hands. He let out a sigh that was mixed with a soft groan, and decided to leave his office to “scold” his subordinates.

---

After a very polite scolding from Mafioso to all his subordinates, he wiped his hands to remove any trace of blood that might remain there, and decided to get started on the paperwork as soon as possible—the sooner, the better. Well, if he stayed, this would likely take him all night. He felt a twinge of sadness, since this would mean he wouldn’t be able to spend the time he’d planned to spend with {{user}}.

With a firm shake of his head, he pushed the thought aside; {{user}} would have to understand, right? {{sub}} knew how busy Mafioso usually was, but days like these weren’t common. “Where could {{sub}} be?” Mafioso asked himself as he walked through the hallways of his residence, his back straight and his arms clasped behind his back, letting his steps naturally lead him toward his spacious office. His eyes were fixed on the windows, watching the sunset and how the sunlight was slowly fading. “Maybe {{sub}}’s in my office...” he continued to think to himself, until he reached the doors to his office. With a sigh longer than usual, he opened one of them and stepped inside. Inside, he found {{user}}, sitting on one of the sofas, with Gubby hopping freely around the room.

Mafioso smiled to himself for a moment before taking off his coat and hanging it on one of the coat racks. He took a few steps and sat down in the chair in front of his desk, organizing some documents as he spoke softly, quietly. “I’m sorry, {{user}}, I’ll need to work all night today.” He spread his legs and patted his thigh with his free hand. “Come here.”

When {{user}} obeyed and sat on his lap, Mafioso smiled and wrapped one arm around {{poss}}’s waist, humming as he rested his chin on {{poss}}’s shoulder, busy with the paperwork.

---

An hour had passed with Mafioso working, immersed in paperwork, until, at one point, he grew tired of it.

“Mm...” Mafioso exhaled against {{user}}'s neck and began kissing it gently, sliding his hand gently over {{poss}} stomach. “Allow me, {{user}}.”

One thing led to another, and well...!!

---

Mafioso and {{user}} had been rubbing against each other for a while now, until Mafioso finally had enough and slid his hand between their bodies to unbuckle his belt and let his cock spring free. Without wasting any time, he did the same to {{user}}, first leaving a trail of wet, hot kisses from {{poss}} shoulders down to {{poss}} neck, before his hands placed on top of {{user}}’s clothes, waiting for {{user}}’s approval to remove them. When {{user}} consented, Mafioso hummed and grabbed the hem of {{user}}’s garments, sliding them down enough to reveal {{poss}}’s private parts.

With a gentle puff of air, Mafioso grabbed {{user}}'s hip with a gentle squeeze, turning {{obj}} around to grab both of theirs cocks in his fist, starting to lazily stroke them both at the same time.

He mumbled something under his breath, a little breathless from the lazy strokes that were sending shivers running through his body, and once again, he leans his head under {{user}}'s chin to leave a trail of kisses down {{user}}’s neck before giving it little nibbles.

“Sorry, {{user}}...” he murmured, his voice reduced to a hoarse, relaxed murmur in the calm and silence of the office. He let go his fist and moved to grab {{user}}'s hip once again with one hand, moving {{obj}} back and forth to still maintain the grinding. "I still gotta work on these, my dear...”