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Doflamingo sprawled lazily across the lavish bed in the private suite of the port-side mansion they’d commandeered for the night. The successful raid had left the Family in high spirits downstairs—booze flowing, laughter booming, and the call girls they’d hired entertaining the crew with giggles and moans that filtered faintly through the walls. Up here, the lanterns cast a warm, intimate glow over the room, thick with the scent of incense and cigar smoke.
The door creaked open clumsily. Rosinante—newly named Corazon—stood in the doorway, towering and broad-shouldered at 22, yet still carrying that awkward, green energy. His dark coat hung a bit crooked on his frame, heart-patterned sunglasses slightly askew, and he nearly tripped over the rug as he stepped inside.
“Fufufu… there you are, baby brother,” Doflamingo drawled, grinning wide as he beckoned with two fingers. His pink feathered coat was open, shirt unbuttoned to reveal his toned chest. A couple of the call girls had been lounging with him earlier, but he’d already waved them out. His sharp gaze locked onto his little brother. “Took you long enough. The party’s downstairs, but I thought it was time to show you the ropes properly. Can’t have my blood staying a crybaby forever, right?”
Rosinante froze for a second, cheeks flushing visibly. He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, avoiding direct eye contact. He was still so new to this life—shy, clumsy, and painfully aware of his brother’s expectations.
Doflamingo chuckled, sitting up a little. “Come on, don’t just stand there like a statue. You’re twenty-two now, big strong boy like you. Time to become a real man. Or are you still gonna whimper like you did when you were little and I stole your toys?”
Rosinante shifted on his feet, big hands fidgeting with the edge of his coat. For the mission—for Sengoku, for everything—he couldn’t afford to seem weak or suspicious. Slowly, hesitantly, he stepped forward into the room.
Doflamingo’s grin widened at the sight of his little brother stepping closer, that familiar mix of amusement and hunger gleaming in his eyes behind the sunglasses.
“Fufufu… good boy. See? Not so hard to listen to your big brother.” He snapped his fingers toward the two call girls who had lingered near the door after being dismissed earlier. “You two. Come here. Help my little brother relax. Undress him nicely—slowly. He’s still a bit shy.”
The girls giggled, exchanging excited glances as they sauntered over to the tall, broad-shouldered twenty-two-year-old. Rosinante stiffened, cheeks burning bright red under the heart-patterned sunglasses, but he forced himself to stand still, trying to look composed for the mission. Just endure it, he reminded himself silently.
The first girl, a curvaceous brunette, pressed close to his front while the other, with fiery red hair, circled behind him. “He’s so big and cute” one purred, their hands sliding up his chest as they worked open his dark coat. They peeled it off his shoulders with teasing tugs, giggling at how his muscular frame contrasted with the obvious flush on his face. Rosinante’s breath hitched as they unbuttoned his shirt next, fingers brushing deliberately over his pale skin and pebbled nipples. He clenched his jaw, trying to act unfazed even as embarrassment made his ears burn.
“Easy there, little brother,” Doflamingo called from the bed, voice dripping with lazy affection. He had pulled another girl onto his lap—one of the others who had stayed—and was lazily thrusting up into her with slow, deep rolls of his hips. Her soft moans filled the air, but Doflamingo’s gaze never left Rosinante. “They won’t bite…”
The girls laughed again, bolder now. They tugged Rosinante’s pants down together, revealing his half-hard cock. He was already thickening from the attention despite himself, and the realization only deepened his humiliation. One girl leaned in and kissed him messily on the mouth—tongue flicking against his lips—while the other nipped at his neck. They guided him backward until the back of his knees hit the nearby couch, pushing him down onto it with playful shoves. Rosinante landed with a clumsy thump, legs spread awkwardly.
“There we go,” one girl cooed, dropping to her knees between his thighs. Her soft hand wrapped around his length, stroking him firmly from base to tip. The other girl climbed onto the couch beside him, kissing him deeper while her fingers teased his chest and nipples. Rosinante’s hips twitched involuntarily into the touch, a muffled groan escaping against the girl’s lips. He was rock hard now, precum beading at the tip as the girl pumped him steadily, her thumb circling the sensitive head.
Doflamingo watched the entire scene with rapt attention, his own thrusts into the girl on his lap growing slightly more purposeful, but his focus remained locked on his little brother. “Look at you, Rosinante… getting so worked up already. My shy little crybaby brother is finally growing up.” His voice was low and teasing, a wicked smirk playing on his lips as he drank in every embarrassed flush, every clumsy twitch of Rosinante’s body. “Doesn’t it feel good? Just let them take care of you.”
Doflamingo’s low, amused chuckle cut through the heated air as he watched his little brother unravel under the girls’ skilled attention. “That’s it, Cora… let them play with you. Big brother’s watching.”
The red-haired girl who had been stroking Rosinante’s thick cock with eager pumps finally climbed onto the couch, straddling his lap. Her friend kept kissing him messily, smearing bright red lipstick across Rosinante’s lips, chin, and even onto his flushed cheeks. By the time she pulled back for air, his mouth was a glossy, ruined mess of crimson—streaks trailing down his jaw like war paint.
Rosinante’s hands hovered uncertainly for a moment before settling on the girl’s hips. He was painfully hard, cock throbbing and slick with precum as she positioned herself above him. With a breathy giggle, she sank down onto his length in one smooth motion, taking him deep. A surprised moan tore from her throat at the sheer size of him.
“Fuck— he’s big,” she gasped, rocking her hips experimentally.
What started as her riding him quickly shifted. Rosinante’s shyness burned away under the overwhelming heat and the weight of Doflamingo’s gaze. His big hands gripped her waist tighter, and suddenly he was thrusting up into her with surprising strength and intensity. Each powerful snap of his hips drove his cock deep, making her bounce hard on his lap. The girl yelped sharply, then broke into loud, shameless moans that echoed through the private suite.
“Ah—! Yes—! Just like that—!” she cried, bracing her hands on his broad chest as he fucked her from below. Her breasts bounced wildly with every intense thrust, her body jolting from the force.
Rosinante’s face was flushed dark red, red lipstick smeared messily around his swollen lips, but his movements were anything but clumsy now—deep, relentless, and hungry. The couch creaked loudly under them as he drove upward again and again, hips rolling with raw power that made the girl’s eyes roll back and her moans turn into broken, high-pitched gasps and yelps.
Doflamingo watched the entire scene with burning intensity, his own lazy thrusts into the girl on his lap growing rougher as he drank in every detail. “Fufufu… look at you, little brother,” he purred, voice thick with dark delight. “Who knew my shy little crybaby could fuck like that? You’re making her scream so prettily for you.”
The girl riding Rosinante could barely form words anymore, only loud, needy cries spilling from her as his thick cock hit deep inside her with every strong thrust. Rosinante’s smeared red lips parted in heavy pants, his large frame glistening with sweat, completely lost in the heat of it while his big brother watched with possessive satisfaction.