EMILIO'S POV
Emilio felt like dying when Dante had his cock in his mouth. This was Dante—the Dante, the commanding presence, not just anyone else down on him, his mouth sucking him off.
Dante wasn't exactly experienced at this at all, his mouth making slurpy sounds and erratic mouth motion, he also used his teeth as he sucked and licked his cock. He had never experienced such a bad blow job but this was Dante.
Dante's mouth on him was enough to make him scream into the room.
"Uhh..." Emilio moaned, his voice strained as he breathed out his name. "Dante..." His hands moved, shoving at Dante's shoulders, urging him to pull back.
Dante caught off guard, immediately stepped away, his breath hitching as he moved away quickly.
With a loud cry, pleasure burst through his cock, the sticky mess spilling on his shorts. Hot and uncontained.
"That was... weird," Dante muttered, retreating to the far corner of the room. He returned moments later with a handful of tissues and handed them to Emilio. Without a word, Emilio took them and quietly helped clean himself up.
He tugged his shorts back into place, avoiding Dante's eyes.
"You didn't like the taste of it?" Emilio asked quietly, a flicker of guilt in his voice.
Dante snorted. "What do you expect? It's not a scoop of ice cream."
Emilio's face flushed, this time from anger. "Screw you, Dante."
Dante only laughed, the sound annoyingly casual.
"You always know how to crawl under people's skin," Emilio muttered, looking away.
The moment flashed back in his mind—how desperately he had pleaded, how Dante had gripped his shoulder and pulled him down to meet his hardened cock. And now? Now he was back to acting casual. Like none of it had mattered.
Emilio was stunned by how Dante gasped, his breath ragged as he pulled him down to his cock. He hadn't expected this—had thought it was over.
That Dante wouldn't want it again.
But was already hard when he took his cock into his mouth.
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In the days that followed, it became a pattern. Every time he came to the ring, he would drop on his knees to give Dante a blow job. He would suck and lick the cock with all his skill till his mouth became sore.
Dante would stand above like a king, gripping his head, moaning and demanding that he choke on it.
But Dante never kneeled when he wanted to give him a blowjob, He always ended up lowering Emilio to the cold floor and lowering himself a little, and took his cock into his mouth.
Of all the things Dante had mastered, this was where he stumbled. He sucked with a little bit of teeth.
But that excited him because it was Dante.
Dante had never made that kind of sacrifice for anyone—not even his own men. Only for him. That thought alone overwhelmed him and made Emilio moan harder.
It escalated—Emilio would barely step in before they found themselves tangled in the changing room.
Let's do it now," Dante had murmured one day in the changing room, voice low and urgent as they were about to head to the ring.
Emilio blinked at him, caught off guard. "Not now, Dante. Maybe later. Let's spar first—get that over with."
He hoped that would settle Dante, give them time to focus. They'd be too tired to use the ring otherwise.
But Dante paid him deaf ears. He was already stepping closer and pulling Emilio against the lockers and steadily to the floor, his cock already poking out from his trousers.
Afterward, they'd quietly slip into separate showers, pretending it made things less awkward.
*****
That day, Dante was unusually late. One of his men had muttered, "Boss is tied up with important business." So Emilio didn't wait. He entered the ring alone and sparred by himself. His form was cleaner now, his punches sharper—he could feel the difference.
Exhausted but oddly satisfied, he headed for the showers. He peeled off his vest, his shorts, and finally his briefs, stepping under the stream. The hot water spilled over his skin, washing away the tension, the sweat, the heat.
Emilio was lost in his thoughts, the water trailing down his skin like a quiet lull.
He didn't hear the footsteps—only felt the sudden warmth of someone pressing close behind him. Strong arms wrapped around his waist.
"Leaving so early without fulfilling your duties?" a familiar voice murmured in his ear.
Emilio smiled faintly, not turning yet. "Seems like you had a lot to handle today."
The next moment, he turned around Then he sank to his knees on the cold bathroom floor. The water still cascading around them.
He quickly reached for Dante's shorts and briefs and pulled them down. He wasn't sure how Dante had quickly changed into one one his sparring shorts.
Dante gripped Emilio's hair tight and yanked, pulling him in until his face close to his cock,
Emilio sucked him off with ease. He could sense it—Dante needed more from him. He was fiercer now, more demanding... and suddenly, more vocal than ever.
"Swallow it at the back of your throat" This was the first time, he heard Dante's demand during a blow job.
Emilio pulled out Dante's cock with a slurp, He pushed himself up slightly from his knees, just enough to reach Dante's nipples, He wrapped his arms around Dante from behind and made a bold step with his tongue on Dante's nipples.
What the hell are you doing? Stop!" Dante moaned in disbelief, his voice strained, but Emilio didn't stop.
Slowly, he tongues Dante's nipple area before swallowing in his mouth and sucking it. It was hardened inside his mouth.
" Emilio," Dante trembled in Emilio's arms, his body convulsing by the rush of excitement.
His mouth also swallowed the other and sucked the other hardened area. With his tongue he slid down to Dante's muscular belly, he could feel the ripples his tongue sent to Dante's body.
His tongue licked inside his belly button, down to lick over his thigh and swallowing his balls, teasing Dante's hardened cock with his jaw.
Dante thrust forward, wanting his mouth or maybe somewhere to stick his cock. " Take it in" His command was demanded in a moan.
Emilio found himself obeying. He sank to his knees again, his hands plastered on Dante's ass as he sucked his cock so hard and took in the back of his throat.
Without thinking, he pulled his cock out of his mouth and looked up at Dante. Their eyes locked—
Dante looked like he was on the edge of losing himself.
"I want you to fuck my face until you cum" His voice was low and sensual—coated in something dark and unshakable.
Dante froze, staring down at Emilio like he'd just been struck. And when Emilio did a last suck and Dante was already bursting out his ejaculations.
Emilio took a little in his mouth, pulled out Dante's cock to his face, and jerked as he emptied his release on his face.
Silence hung between them. as they stared at each other. Emilio hardened and with the sticky liquid on his face, held his breath, waiting for Dante's move.