Risotto entered the den first and turned around to lean back against his desk as Prosciutto closed the door behind them. Risotto waved his hand and his stand manipulated the lock on the door so they wouldn't be disturbed. Prosciutto noticed but said nothing.

"I made a mistake sending you in there after Bucciarati...." Risotto said gravely. He needed to address this before fate took away the second chance bestowed upon him.

"Riz, look, I know I failed; we all did! You didn't make a mistake, sending me! They were always a step ahead of us. None of us were aware of what that newbie—er—Giorno could really do." Prosciutto argued and Risotto put up his hand.

"Prosciutto, stop. Let me finish before I lose my nerve." Risotto sighed and Prosciutto crossed his arms and knitted his brows together. "I made a mistake sending you without talking to you first. I didn't think you'd fail. I thought there would be more time for that." Prosciutto raised his brow and took a few steps closer.

"Okay, so what'd you wanna talk about?" He looked at his shoes and back up at Risotto. Risotto could hear the ticking of the clock on his desk as he stared at Prosciutto. He decided words were overrated.

He grabbed Prosciutto and kissed him. When he pulled away Prosciutto looked flustered.

"Riz...."

"I've never been great at talking." Risotto said. Prosciutto sucked in his bottom lip as he watched Risotto.

"Good, cause I was never great at listening." Prosciutto chuckled. "Isn't this....unprofessional?" He touched Risotto's arm.

"I used to think that too which is why I never said anything before. Then, well... You were dead." Risotto's gaze was intense and Prosciutto almost shrank beneath it.

"But now... I'm not." Prosciutto concluded for him. Risotto nodded.

"I want this, but I understand if you're not of the same mind," Risotto said. "I just can't risk losing you again without expressing this."

Prosciutto wrapped his arms around Risotto's neck and kissed him deeply. He pulled away just far enough to where their lips barely touched.

"I've wanted this since our first mission together," Prosciutto whispered and kissed him again as he pulled off Risotto's jingling hat and dropped it on the desk. He ran a hand under one of the straps across Risotto's chest as Risotto slipped his hand into Prosciutto's partially unbuttoned shirt. Risotto's hand travelled up until it reached Prosciutto's throat, where he left it as they kissed. Risotto peeked at Prosciutto's face. His eyes were closed and his lashes looked long. He'd never noticed that, since they were blonde, but up close they were gorgeous. He saw movement to his left and glanced to see the blushing faces of Illuso and Formaggio begin to freak out inside the mirror. Risotto stopped and glared at them.

"Risotto? Wha..." Prosciutto trailed off as he followed Risotto's gaze to the mirror. "You fuckers! I'll kill you!" Prosciutto grabbed the clock off of Risotto's desk and threw it into the mirror, smashing it and the clock to pieces. He turned to head for the door, but Risotto grabbed his arm and spun him back into his arms. "Riz, I'm going to send them back to wherever we just came from!" Prosciutto snapped.

"They'll be dealt with accordingly. Now that we're definitely alone, let's enjoy it," Risotto said, leaning in.

"They'll tell everyone in the house," Prosciutto argued.

"Let them. I don't care. It's not the first time they've seen such a pairing on this squad."

"But—"

"When I'm done with them, they won't dare tease you for it, if that's what you're worried about." Risotto tucked a loose strand behind Prosciutto's ear that had come loose in his earlier outburst. "Stay with me," he said as he kissed Prosciutto again.

"Is that an order, Capo?" Prosciutto purred in his ear.

"Would you like to take orders? I can think of a few right now." Risotto smiled.

"I've always been good at taking orders from you." Prosciutto nipped his ear.

"That's why you're my second-in-command." Risotto was hard now and pushed into Prosciutto who groaned in his ear at the contact. "Take off your shirt."

Prosciutto scrambled to obey the order. He tossed his jacket to the floor and began fumbling with his shirt buttons as Risotto attacked his mouth.

Risotto ran his hands over Prosciutto's exposed chest as he broke the kiss. "Lay down," Risotto murmured and Prosciutto laid on the couch. Risotto walked over to the desk and fished around inside its drawer until he found what he wanted. He held up the small square wrapper and looked at Prosciutto sprawled on the couch.

"You just have that in your desk? You kinky bastard," Prosciutto chuckled, propping himself up on his elbows. "You were always hoping for office sex, weren't you?"

"I've thought about having you in this chair before."

"Then why not do it over there?" Prosciutto suggested.

"Gladly." Risotto sat down and opened the condom wrapper. "Take off your pants and get over here."

Prosciutto shucked his pants off on the couch and walked around the desk to see Risotto's own pants already around his ankles. Prosciutto's eyes widened.

"Get on your knees." Risotto commanded. He felt a thrill pass through him as Prosciutto obeyed without hesitation, his eyes never leaving Risotto's cock. Risotto imagined sticking his cock inside those full lips and fucking that beautiful face. His cock twitched at the thought.

"Now suck me off." Risotto's voice sounded hoarse to Prosciutto's ears. Risotto propped his elbow on the desk, resting his cheek against his fist. He watched as Prosciutto grabbed him and stuffed as much into his mouth as he could. His eagerness to please lit a fire in Risotto's abdomen. He heard Prosciutto gag but he continued his pace, stroking and sucking without relenting. The sounds he made were enough to soon make Risotto orgasm.

"Stop." Prosciutto pulled off with a wet pop, chest heaving as he stared up at Risotto. He picked up the condom and handed it to Prosciutto. "Put it on me."

Prosciutto delicately removed the condom from the wrapper and then held Risotto's cock in the other hand. He slowly rolled the condom down over his impressive cock.

"Mmm, you're really big. I hope you'll fit," Prosciutto purred.

"Let's find out. Get in my lap." Risotto said a bit softer in his demand. Prosciutto climbed into Risotto's lap and straddled him.

"You don't happen to have lube in that drawer too, do you?" Prosciutto sounded amused.

"No. Sorry. Not that prepared." Risotto looked into those lustful blue eyes and stroked himself.

"That's fine, we can do this another way," Prosciutto said, a flirty smile playing upon his face. He laid a finger against Risotto's lips and pressed lightly until he opened his mouth. Two fingers danced along his tongue as Risotto closed his mouth around them and sucked. Prosciutto sighed and smiled.

"I like the look on your face when you're sucking me."

"I'm not actually sucking you yet," Risotto said as he licked the fingers.

"There will be time for that later," Prosciutto said and withdrew his fingers. He reached around behind him and slowly pushed a wet finger inside himself. The look on Prosciutto's face as he did so fueled the fire of lust burning within Risotto. He pressed their cocks together and began to stroke them.

"Uhh, Riz..." listening to his name being said like that made him want Prosciutto even more.

"How many are in?"

"Two," Prosciutto said and Risotto began to suck on one of Prosciutto's nipples.

"I want to be inside you."

"Oh god, I want you inside me," Prosciutto panted. "I have three in."

"Do you need anymore?" Risotto grunted.

"You are really big..." Prosciutto wrapped his slender fingers around Risotto's throbbing cock. "Like, fuck, how do you just have that in your pants everyday? If I'd known before, I'd never get anything done."

"Is this going to affect your performance?" Risotto looked into his eyes.

"On the job or right now?" Prosciutto hummed.

"I assume not right now."

"I may be daydreaming about this dick from time to time, but as long as you make sure to pound me senseless with it every so often, I don't think job performance will suffer any." He kissed Risotto and sucked on his lip.

"That can be arranged," Risotto said. He took his cock and rubbed against the finger stuffed entrance. "Ready yet?"

"Yeah." Prosciutto pulled his fingers out and Risotto lined himself up and pushed against him. Prosciutto slowly sat down on it and Risotto felt bliss as he passed through the tight entrance one inch at a time."

"Ah, fuck!" Prosciutto scrunched his face up and Risotto stopped.

"Are you okay?" he asked, running a hand over Prosciutto's chest.

"Yeah," he hissed. "There's just so much of you. Fuck!" Risotto felt a lot of pride at that comment.

"It doesn't all need to fit."

"Unhh, but I want it," Prosciutto moaned. Risotto wanted to pound into Prosciutto so badly but held back at the risk of hurting him. "Go ahead and move. I'll loosen up."

Risotto began to thrust very slowly. Prosciutto had always been a person adverse to showing weakness and Risotto knew he wouldn't stop once he'd started something, even if it was too painful. He did begin to loosen up after a time. Prosciutto started rocking his hips down onto Risotto faster.

"Uh, Risotto..." he moaned.

"Oh, Prosciutto," Risotto moaned in response as he picked up the pace. "I've had this daydream so many times. You riding my dick like this, here in my office." Prosciutto leaned in and slid his dick under Risotto's belt so that he was grinding against Risotto's shredded abs. It was hot to watch him do it. Risotto grabbed Prosciutto's necklace, wrapped it around his knuckles and yanked him in close to kiss him.

"All you had to do was order it, Capo. Just push me over the desk and make me yours."

"Fuck," Risotto growled, grabbing his lover by the hips and thrusting harder while Prosciutto called out.

"Shit, you're so deep! Oh my god!" Prosciutto moaned. "Uhh, you're so thick, Riz." Risotto bucked harder. He touched the tip of Prosciutto's wet head and smeared it over the length.

"Riz, I'm so close," Prosciutto panted.

"So am I," Risotto swallowed thickly. He pushed his finger against the slit of Prosciutto's cock and hit Prosciutto just right. Prosciutto came loudly, unloading on Risotto's chest. The sight and sound made Risotto hit his climax. He gripped Prosciutto's hips, holding him down into his lap as he unloaded in the condom with each final pump.

Risotto pulled out and Prosciutto rested his full weight against him. He wasn't really that heavy which Risotto found cute in itself. He kissed Prosciutto slowly.

"If that's what it means to work for Giorno then the next few months are going to be fun," Prosciutto said.

"He's not doing this in a few months. He and Bucciarati are delusional if they really think that."

"All the better," Prosciutto said and kissed him again. Risotto brushed the loose strands of hair out of Prosciutto's face. They separated and cleaned up. As Prosciutto was buttoning up his shirt, Risotto spoke.

"Alright, now it's time to punish some fools." He unlocked the door and strode into the room beyond, greeted by the fearful screams of Illuso and Formaggio.