unga ungaro

Ungaro never felt useful in his life. Growing up was hard but he always felt the need to keep going. Some sort of ‘force’ pulled him through everything and he couldn’t stop.
Meeting Pucci made him realize the reason he kept going.
The priest told him of his blood, who his father was and his purpose now.

His stand, a manifestation of his own power he inherited from his father Dio, gave him hope.

Ungaro wasn’t one to rely on the thoughts of hope but after he tried killing the priest, Pucci showed him the way.

It was Pucci who convinced him to help him. Everything Pucci did was for the father he never met.

“Dio had a power unlike any other.”

When Pucci spoke of Dio, it was like he was in a trance.
All he spoke of was changing the world and trying to bring back the Brando bloodline.

Ungaro wondered if he could do that…
Would it make Pucci happy if Ungaro helped in that way?

They were sitting together, discussing more of what Ungaro could do for Pucci.
After their tense encounter, Ungaro couldn’t really pull himself away from the priest. Just like how Pucci felt about Dio on a smaller scale. Nothing could compare to the adoration Pucci felt for Dio.

“Your father was…radiant. It felt like my world was new when I met him. I’d do anything to see him again.”

Pucci almost sounded as if he was lost in his memories, unable to be pulled from the past even with Ungaro sitting next to him.

Ungaro looked down at the drink in his hand, grimacing at it before looking at Pucci with a slight frown on his face.

Pucci noticed, a smile gracing his face as he reached out to take the drink from Ungaro and placed it on the table next to him.

“You seem concerned. What is it, Ungaro?”

Hearing the priest simply say his name made the younger man feel embarrassed since he couldn’t pull his eyes away from Pucci’s lips.

Finally bringing his round eyes up, Ungaro looked Pucci in the eye and tried to find the words stuck in his throat.

“The Brando bloodline is important, huh?”

Pucci leaned in, seeming to be interested where this was going.
His hand slid onto Ungaro’s thigh, gently squeezing it as if to urge him on.

Why was he having such a hard time trying to find what he wanted to say? Did he really want this? He didn’t even know this man. He thought back on when he had the priest by the throat with a knife pressing into his skin.

“We…we could keep the bloodline going, couldn’t we?”

Pucci hummed, leaning back even though his hand didn’t leave it’s place on Ungaro’s thigh. He wasn’t going to hide the fact he had been hinting at that.

One way or another Pucci had to see 'Him’.

“You do have your brothers. All of you could.”

His hand slid higher, making Ungaro’s eyes widen a bit.

Pucci smirked, fingers teasing the button of Ungaro’s pants.

“I can help you, you know? You’re Dio’s son. You can bear my seed, can’t you? That way the line can continue with the two of us.”

Pucci’s voice was almost hypnotic, leaving Ungaro to frown and look away.

The thought made his heart race and bite his lip. His overbite almost stuck out a bit more when he chewed at his lip, but he could only think of what he was about to do.

Could he really be of use to Pucci?
To the father he never knew?

Pucci leaned over, fingers undoing Ungaro’s pants while pressing a kiss to the young man’s throat.

“B-Bastard…” Ungaro mumbled as Pucci slipped his hand inside to find him without any sort of underwear!

The discovery made Pucci chuckle, fingers running through the tuft of coarse hair to prod gently at the soft folds of the young Brando’s pussy!

Ungaro jumped, reaching down to grab at Pucci’s wrist only to feel the Priest pull away and look at his wet fingers.

“We have to continue the Brando line, Ungaro. Don’t you think so?”

Pucci looked over at the young man who was flushed and almost panting from the few touches. It made the priest smirk, knowing he was so close into convincing the young man into giving in.

Reaching over, he tapped Ungaro’s teeth that poked from his lips.

“Open.”

Ungaro wanted to bite at his finger but the look the priest was giving him made him bend to his will and slowly opened.

Pucci hummed, pressing his fingers against Ungaro’s tongue while his teeth grazed the top of his fingers!
His overbite was cute, Pucci thought while listening to Ungaro struggle to swallow the spit gathering around Pucci’s fingers.

He quite enjoyed the sound. He wanted to hear more.

“Ungaro. You are the one who can continue the bloodline. I am here to help you. All you have to do is put your trust in me.”

The hypnotic voice made Ungaro pull back, panting softly before nodding slowly. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, adrenaline rushing through his veins. It was going to happen.

Pucci turned to face Ungaro, taking a hold of the back of his neck to pull him close.

The thought of kissing those plush lips made Ungaro almost want to purse his lips but only gasped when Pucci forced him down to press his cheek against the bulge of his pants!

“Go ahead and get me ready.”

Feeling the heat emanating from Pucci made Ungaro huff in almost annoyance but couldn’t stop himself.

Unbuttoning Pucci’s pants after lifting his top, Ungaro gently touched the priests half hard cock with trembling hands.

The thought of Father Pucci needing him for something only he can do filled him with the courage to lean down and start to slowly stroke the older man.
His tongue slipped out to wet his lips only for Pucci to grab his hat and push him closer.

“Get it ready.”

Ungaro’s face was flushed, brow furrowed as he leaned down to lick at the precum before opening his mouth wide to try and take a little bit in.
The smell was a bit much, musky and sweaty which didn’t surprise him. The Florida heat was almost unbearable and for Pucci to just walk around in his habit didn’t surprise the younger man when he tasted the sweat.

It only urged him on further, suckling and swallowing around the thick cock sliding deeper into his throat.

“There you go,” Pucci chuckled softly, squeezing  Ungaro’s head before pressing down even further!

Pucci wasn’t letting up, basking in the sounds of Ungaro choking around his dick. He made sure to bury his nose into his light colored pubes, humming as he felt Ungaro’s throat constrict around his dick before he took pity on the young Brando and pulled his head up!

Ungaro was left gasping, drool dripping from his open mouth as he looked at Pucci with glazed eyes.

“Come. We will continue the bloodline and you will bear my seed,” Pucci said with a serene smile, gently pushing Ungaro down onto his back.

Ungaro felt his heart slamming in his chest, glaring at Pucci who was already pulling his pants off.

“Are you sure about this…”

Pucci paused, looking down at Ungaro who was already spread out and seeming ready for him.

The priest smiled, running his hands down Ungaro’s thighs and spreading him further.
Ungaro had already decided, Pucci could feel it and could see it in his eyes.
This was what they both needed.
Pucci needed Ungaro to maybe one day find Heaven. He had to.
He needed this more than anything.

Almost in a maniac state, Pucci pressed a kiss to Ungaro’s trembling lips and lined up his leaking cock to slowly slide into the already wet pussy.

Ungaro’s lips easily spread to allow Pucci to slide in, making the younger man groan and tremble. The stretch left the younger man shivering and panting, feeling the priest slowly slide himself to the hilt and start to pump his hips.

“You’ll bear my children and continue your father’s legacy. I can’t wait to see you swollen and have my hands all over you.”

He started to slowly pump his hips, watching Ungaro’s face turn red and face contour into someone who was losing themself to pleasure.

The younger man squirmed under Pucci but the priest grabbed his wrists to hold him down as he picked up his pace.

“Think of how you’re going to have my baby. Our child. Dio’s child.”

Pucci’s eyes were lit up, almost seeming to hypnotize Ungaro into feeling absolutely mindless.

The young man wanted to reach down and touch himself but with Pucci holding him it only left him to whimper and moan, trying to form proper words.

Pucci leaned down, groaning as his hips were moving faster and faster, feeling his climax building more and more as Ungaro felt his steadily climb to the peak.

Giving Ungaro some relief, Pucci let go to reach down in between them to gently stroke at his swollen clit which caused Ungaro to seize up and clench at Pucci’s habit!

“F-Father!”
“Dio!”

Pucci whispered the name as he came deep inside Ungaro, stilling himself to try and keep every last little bit inside.

Ungaro felt lightheaded as Pucci sat up, his hands falling from the priest to flop down at his sides.

Pucci reached down to stroke at the curious mark on Ungaro’s cheek with that serene smile on his face.

“Ungaro. You make your father proud. You’ll continue the Brando family line with me. A new world and Dio will once again return.”

Ungaro didn’t understand what Pucci meant but felt like he was about to pass out from the pounding in his chest. Closing his eyes, Ungaro slowly passed out as Pucci started to pet at his exposed stomach.