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Michael getting relentlessly teased by Santino at some big Italian wedding. Michael is trying to be a good guest but Santino keeps eating seductively and doing…things under the table until Michael snaps and rushes off to “punish” him (but of course Santino just enjoys it and ends up being the one in control oops)

YAAAY thank you!! And thank you for your patience on this one AHAH!

Okay this was fun to write, my first time writing Saintangel AND this is an AU where none of the Godfather movie events happened. That means, this is a completely different Michael Corleone who never met anyone else other than Santino D'ANTONIO. Also, submissive Michael ;]

Enjoy dominant Santino teaching Michael a lesson not to boss him around at a wedding. Somebody had to do it and it was Santino D'Antonio ehehe >:]

This gets explicit, NSFW! ^ ^

❃゜・。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。・゜❃

Exciting Celebration

“Can you stop that?” Michael asked quietly, feeling Santino's tip of the shoe grind against his heel.

“What? I'm just waiting for them to bring out those cookies,” Santino said softly, smirking a little, “I'm craving something sweet.”

They were invited to a big wedding from one of the alliances that Michael helped out. So, really, Michael was the guest they invited, but he decided to bring his lover. It was an honor to have Santino at the wedding, D'Antonio's are among the most powerful families and everyone seemed to know about Santino here. Besides, Michael felt more powerful that way. However, knowing how Santino can act with him sometimes, even in public, it was a bad idea this time.

Michael sighed, helping himself out with a club soda, trying to ignore Santino's teasing.

“Of course you are,” Michael muttered under his breath.

“What was that?” Santino knocked harder on Michael's heel, making his lover huff in annoyance.

“Stop it,” Michael warned quietly, “We're in public.” He shifted in his seat.

“Obviously. But it wouldn't be the first time.” Again with that smirk. Normally, Michael would smirk back at him, even if they were in public, but they were at the wedding of someone big, there was no chance Michael would risk it.

Michael opened his mouth to say something when the sweets were served. Different types of cookies, cakes, cupcakes, fruit skewers, and something that caught Santino's eyes. Tiramisu little cakes.

Michael wanted to stick to his drink while Santino grabbed a few tiramisu cakes. It was perfectly made, with the right amount of coffee and cream, not too strong but just the perfect aroma of coffee. And Santino was already humming softly when he tasted it, good thing the music and cheering of other guests were loud, only Michael heard him and looked at him.

Bad idea to look at his lover at that very moment. Santino licked the cream off his bottom lip, and his lips were glistening just from the first bite of the cake. Michael was staring, and Santino took his chance to take another bite of it, this time slowly pulling the spoon out of his mouth and delicately getting the cream on the spoon.

“You're staring.”

Michael blinked, making eye contact with Santino, who winked at him. “Well, you're sucking on that spoon like…” Michael paused, feeling a blush appearing on his cheeks.

“Like what?” Santino titled his head. “Finish your sentence.”

“No,” Michael murmured and took a sip of his drink.

“You worry too much. You need something that will relax you.” Santino grabbed the glass out of Michael’s hold and poured the drink into a bush next to himself.

“Santino, don't-” Michael tried to stop him but it was too late.

“Red wine or scotch?” Santino pointed at the bottles on their table.

“None. Now you'll have to get me another club soda.”

“Scotch it is. You've had it before.” Santino poured it in, “Unless you want to try wine. You can drink it from my glass.”

“I don't want…” Michael pinched his eyes shut, sighing deeply, “Fine. Scotch and only one glass of it.”

Santino smiled, handing him the glass over, “There you go. Not just one sip, try taking a little more.”

Surprisingly, Michael listened, taking a longer sip. Santino seemed to like that a lot, slipping a hand over Michael's thigh.

“You can't possibly be horny at a wedding.” Michael slapped his hand off his thigh.

“Maybe I can. I mean, look at you. I barely made you drink some alcohol and you haven't even touched the sweets.”

Michael sighed, again feeling a hand on his thigh. But he couldn't lie to himself, the way Santino was touching him under the table, licking his lips whenever he swallowed, how he was smirking at him. Michael was kinda into it.

“You have no idea what you're doing to me,” Michael whispered.

“Oh?” Santino squeezed his thigh a bit harder.

“Fuck,” Michael breathed out, attempting to take another sip of his drink but his hand was shaky.

“Yeah. I'm assuming you've never done it at a wedding.” Santino leaned closer to his lover.

“Not what I meant.”

Santino just chuckled, leaning back to drink his wine.

“Come with me,” Michael suddenly said. “You don't get to do this to me at a wedding and not get punished.” He yanked on Santino's hand to hurry him.

They managed to sneak by other guests and went inside the house. There weren't many people there and the living room caught Santino's attention.

“It would be more exciting here, hm?” He closed the door behind himself, the only problem was there was no key and anyone could come in.

“If someone walks in, that's on you.” Michael tugged on Santino's tie, pulling him into a messy kiss. Michael could taste the sweetness of the tiramisu mixed with wine on his lips and when Santino teased him with his tongue. Michael loved that every time he would do that and he would punish him for that with a nip on his lips.

“Get on your knees. You had enough,” Michael breathed out, breaking the kiss.

“Now you're gonna boss me around?” Santino smirked, doing what he was told, he was finally getting what he wanted.

“Yes, c'mon now.” Michael already unbuckled his belt, pulling his pants down and Santino hummed in pleasure, seeing that his lover was already half hard.

Santino slowly rubbed him before he looked up at him and took him in his mouth. Michael sighed in pleasure, digging his fingers into Santino's hair. The warmth of his mouth around him was perfect, Santino was always good at this, leaving Michael gasping, moaning and sweating.

“Fuck, Santi…” Michael moaned softly, giving a little thrust into Santino's mouth.

Santino pulled back to rub him, licking off his saliva on his lips only to swallow him whole again. He gripped his thighs, one hand moving towards his ass to tease him some more.

“No, don't…” Michael tried to warn him, gripping harder on his hair and not letting him pull away. “You're such a slut, you don't get what you want.”

Santino hummed around his dick and Michael moaned softly, loosening his grip on Santino's hair. He slightly thrusted into his mouth, smirking down at him.

“C’mon, Santi, you can take it whole.” Michael smirked down at him, Santino pulled all the way to suck on his tip.

This time, Santino didn't like that. Didn't like the way Michael was bossy with him.

“You little bastard,” Santino breathed out, wiping off his own spit on his the side of his mouth. “You're forgetting who's above you.” He stood up, pushing Michael on the couch.

“Fuck! What are you-”

“Turn around,” Santino ordered.

Michael huffed, disoriented. “No!”

“Yes. You want to punish me?” He tugged on Michael's tie, making him yelp a little. “Turn around.”

Michael had to admit to himself that he liked the way Santino was dominant with him. He obeyed, supporting himself on the couch with his hands.

Santino spat on his fingers, giving Michael a quick prep before he really went inside him.

“Don't be too loud, we know that's a struggle for you,” Santino said, smirking to himself, pushing inside him.

Michael let out a small moan, bowing his head, gripping on the couch.

“I'll be quick. But can you?” Santino gripped on Michael's hips, thrusting faster from the start.

“Fuck! Santi-” Michael whimpered, slightly arching his back for a show.

Santino chuckled breathlessly, leaning over him to nip on the nape of his neck. He wanted to leave marks so everyone could see.

He wasn't going easy on him, making Michael moan louder with each thrust, Santino had to clap a hand over his mouth to shut him up.

“Shh, you want others to hear you, don't you?” Santino teased, panting against his neck. Michael only managed to whimper into his hand, his eyes burned from the tears forming in his eyes. “That's right,” Santino moaned near his ear.

Yes, Michael was nervous someone was going to walk in, so he was trying so hard not to be loud. He was leaking precum, clenching his fists on the couch harder when Santino brushed perfectly against his sweet spot.

Santino moved his hand off his mouth leaning back to hold his hips as he thrusted harder, moaning softly in pleasure. He forced Michael to spread his legs some more, tugging on his hips, chasing his own pleasure.

“Fuck, Mikey, you're still so tight,” Santino panted, “But I fucking love it.”

Of course he does, Michael has to deal with that… compliment every time they're fucking.

“S-shut up,” Michael moaned, gasping when Santino fucked into him harder. “I-I'm…”

“I know, I know,” Santino leaned to kiss the back of his neck. “You're gonna cum on that couch, huh? C'mon, do it.”

Michael felt so dirty, doing this at someone's else's houses but at the same time it was exciting.

“I'm gonna come,” Santino warned, “Fill you up at the celebration.” He was going to and Michael knew he was going to, there was no point in protesting and he himself was close.

Michael cried out, spilling over the couch, gasping out for air when Santino pushed all the way in and moaned into his neck when he filled him up.

They both needed some time to catch their breaths and Michael was the first one to say something.

“Santi… you're fucked up in your mind,” Michael panted, letting his lover rest on top of his back for a few seconds before Santino leaned back and pulled out.

“Yeah well, I'm not the one covered in cum at someone's wedding,” Santino chuckled breathlessly, seeing how vulnerable Michael looked.

“Fuck you,” Michael breathed out, straightening up, noticing the mess on the couch. “This is your fault.”

“No one will notice that.” Santino was busy putting his belt back on, only to smile at his lover's gaze. “Don't worry.” He winked at him.

Michael rolled his eyes, fumbling with his belt, he just wanted to leave before someone caught them.

“You want me to go back there with my ass full of your cum?”

“Yeah.” Santino smiled and shrugged.

“You're messed up.” Michael walked over to him to fix his tie but Santino leaned to press a tender kiss on his cheek.

“I love you, too.”

#AAAAAAAAAAA!!!! Innocent Michael who never did a thing (except take Santino like the slut that he is)#We 💙 them for their horny antics #The switch between roles right in the middle of things - aaaaaaa this is just like how I picture it 🖤💙😋#Thank you Blue!!!! ✨

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