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How to Use Your Stand Irresponsibly: Little Feet
Title: How to Use Your Stand Irresponsibly: Little Feet
Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Vento Aureo
Character(s): Formaggio, Risotto
Pairing(s): Risotto/Formaggio
Genre: Fluff/Smut
Word Count: 500
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: If you can't use a superpower to help you get laid, or while getting laid, what good is it?
Notes: Something part 5 again. Micro kink.
Aside from Sorbet and Gelato, who are exclusive and happy that way, the assassins are in one big polyamorous relationship that more or less works for them. Some of them have higher sex drives than others, some of them are more affectionate than others, and it all seems to turn out alright.
Risotto is the least predictable of the bunch, at least in the others’ opinion. When he wants to be alone, he really needs to be alone, and they respect that, but when he wants to be with one or more of them he’s into everything, including stuff they haven’t even heard of.
Today seems like the second kind of day. Formaggio can tell when Risotto wraps his arms around his shoulders from behind.
“Hey,” he says, with a smile. “Haven’t seen much of you today.”
“No,” says Risotto, murmured into Formaggio’s ear. “I was hoping we could fix that.”
That and the tug toward the nearby bedroom are a good a come-on as any. Why not.
The door is locked behind them. Risotto is rarely slow with anything, not with assassinations, or kisses, or touches, and that suits Formaggio fine, who likes it intense. He pushes Risotto back onto the bed; Risotto seems satisfied being under him.
Risotto isn’t slow, but he can be gentle. It’s only for that reason that Formaggio asks, “Do you want ‘that’ again?” as he gets his clothes off.
“If it doesn’t bother you,” says Risotto, taking off his hat himself.
Little Feet appears only for the moment it takes to shrink Formaggio to six inches in height. He can’t do anything like this if Risotto isn’t already naked.
Anyone complaining about their partner’s size would be put into perspective by a cock larger than them. Formaggio’s tiny hands barely register as a touch, and he has to rub with his whole body to get Risotto to feel it.
Risotto could crush him in an instant like this, but Formaggio’s sure he never will. He hardly touches him save for the surface Formaggio is sliding up and down on, which doesn’t count.
Death by being crushed by a dick would be really embarrassing.
On the other hand, Risotto loves this, judging by the volume of his groans and the shallow thrusts he has to hold back to avoid knocking Formaggio off. Formaggio’s not so into it himself, but he doesn’t always offer, and Risotto doesn’t ask for it when he doesn’t volunteer.
Formaggio’s least favorite part is when Risotto climaxes and he’s covered head to toe in come. Thankfully, the come doesn’t grow with him when he reverts back to normal size. He’d never be able to explain that to the others without dying of embarrassment, which might even be more awful than death by giant penis.
Risotto tugs him by the shoulder to hold him close. “You’re cute like that.”
“I’m cute all the time,” Formaggio says, with a mock pout.
Risotto getting him off is less kinky, but still very appreciated.
Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Vento Aureo
Character(s): Formaggio, Risotto
Pairing(s): Risotto/Formaggio
Genre: Fluff/Smut
Word Count: 500
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: If you can't use a superpower to help you get laid, or while getting laid, what good is it?
Notes: Something part 5 again. Micro kink.
Aside from Sorbet and Gelato, who are exclusive and happy that way, the assassins are in one big polyamorous relationship that more or less works for them. Some of them have higher sex drives than others, some of them are more affectionate than others, and it all seems to turn out alright.
Risotto is the least predictable of the bunch, at least in the others’ opinion. When he wants to be alone, he really needs to be alone, and they respect that, but when he wants to be with one or more of them he’s into everything, including stuff they haven’t even heard of.
Today seems like the second kind of day. Formaggio can tell when Risotto wraps his arms around his shoulders from behind.
“Hey,” he says, with a smile. “Haven’t seen much of you today.”
“No,” says Risotto, murmured into Formaggio’s ear. “I was hoping we could fix that.”
That and the tug toward the nearby bedroom are a good a come-on as any. Why not.
The door is locked behind them. Risotto is rarely slow with anything, not with assassinations, or kisses, or touches, and that suits Formaggio fine, who likes it intense. He pushes Risotto back onto the bed; Risotto seems satisfied being under him.
Risotto isn’t slow, but he can be gentle. It’s only for that reason that Formaggio asks, “Do you want ‘that’ again?” as he gets his clothes off.
“If it doesn’t bother you,” says Risotto, taking off his hat himself.
Little Feet appears only for the moment it takes to shrink Formaggio to six inches in height. He can’t do anything like this if Risotto isn’t already naked.
Anyone complaining about their partner’s size would be put into perspective by a cock larger than them. Formaggio’s tiny hands barely register as a touch, and he has to rub with his whole body to get Risotto to feel it.
Risotto could crush him in an instant like this, but Formaggio’s sure he never will. He hardly touches him save for the surface Formaggio is sliding up and down on, which doesn’t count.
Death by being crushed by a dick would be really embarrassing.
On the other hand, Risotto loves this, judging by the volume of his groans and the shallow thrusts he has to hold back to avoid knocking Formaggio off. Formaggio’s not so into it himself, but he doesn’t always offer, and Risotto doesn’t ask for it when he doesn’t volunteer.
Formaggio’s least favorite part is when Risotto climaxes and he’s covered head to toe in come. Thankfully, the come doesn’t grow with him when he reverts back to normal size. He’d never be able to explain that to the others without dying of embarrassment, which might even be more awful than death by giant penis.
Risotto tugs him by the shoulder to hold him close. “You’re cute like that.”
“I’m cute all the time,” Formaggio says, with a mock pout.
Risotto getting him off is less kinky, but still very appreciated.