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It’s a normal, chill day at home, you and your boyfriend sitting on opposite ends of the couch with your legs tangled in an oddly comfortable shape. You have your phone in hand, quietly reading a new manga you’ve recently found, while Doppio not-so-quietly plays his Switch. Judging from the intense music and the defeated noises coming from Doppio, you’re guessing he’s playing the squid shooting game again, and even though he’s been whining for a while, he seems stubborn about winning at least one more game. The concentrated face is such a cute look at him, when he forgets to close his mouth and also makes silly noises when he is bothered by something. You stare at him for a long minute before returning your attention to your phone screen again, silently cheering for Doppio as he fights for himself in the colorful paint-splashed world.
About an hour has passed when Doppio lets out a big sigh and puts his console down, letting it lie on his chest. He still hasn’t reached the goal he wanted to — grinding for the outfit is a lot more work than he expected, and frankly, he’s getting a bit tired from the gaming. After putting his Switch aside somewhere safer than on the couch, he turns his attention to you. Now it’s his turn to stare at you while you become engrossed in your phone, one hand tapping the screen to flip to the next page of the manga, and the other hand fidgeting with nothing in particular. Then Doppio notices your moving feet, closer to him, your toes wriggling as you are probably reading something exciting on your phone.
An idea comes into Doppio’s mind, and he lifts your legs by the calf to untangle you two. Now he lies a little bit deeper into the couch and places your lower half on top of himself, your legs outstretched. You don’t mind him moving you into a different position at all, since it is actually even more comfortable now that you can stretch your legs or even turn and lie on the side. You don’t speak up either when you feel Doppio touching and playing with your legs. Probably just bored, if you have to guess, and a bit of skinship from your boyfriend is always welcomed.
The two of you return to silence, one focused on their reading and one half-mindedly rubbing the legs of his partner. So smooth , Doppio thinks to himself as he traces his fingers down your calf and around your ankle. The little bump that is your bone — whatchamacallit ? He has no idea of the proper scientific name, but he thinks it looks pretty, making your feet look more delicate. Finally, the man holds your foot in his hand, fingers touching the hairless back of it and then pressing your sensitive sole–
“Kya!” You squeal and pull back your legs immediately, but Doppio’s reflexes are faster. He grabs onto them, one ankle in each hand. Oh no , you say in your head and prepare to get tickled. You know he’s going to do it, being the bully who likes to tease, but the tickling attack didn’t come. Instead, Doppio pulls your feet closer to him, dragging your body from its comfortable seat and you fall back in surprise. “Do-Doppio??” You know he’s just playing, but you can’t really tell what he is trying to do. Your boyfriend chuckles but doesn’t say a word, simply holding eye contact with you as he puts your foot closer to his face, closer to his mouth , and then– chomp! Doppio bites your foot, his canine teeth proudly showing, and you see your toes right in between them.
“What the hell Doppio!?” You kick him off while being careful not to actually hit his pretty face, but that only grants you temporary freedom. The strong man is still holding your leg by the ankles when you question him, “Why would you eat my feet?”
“Ah… I was just curious,” The man you love flashes you a big smile and acts innocent, and you’re so weak to his bright smile that you’re ready to forgive him the moment he asks you to. “Don’t worry love, your feet don’t stink at all! I like them just as I like every part of you.”
Doppio presses his lips on the sole of your foot, making you ticklish again. “Stop it, it’s gross! I’m not kissing you on the mouth again if you keep doing this!”
“Ehhhh what? You can’t stop me from getting my kisses!” His lips trail up your foot, more eagerly now as he protests. In a blur of movement, Doppio manhandles you and switches position to be on top, muscular arms caging you in between his body and the couch. Still making his way up your legs and torso and chest as he gives a speck to every body part, he whines, “If you won’t give me my kisses, I’ll attack you with kisses and tickling until you surrender! Be prepared, for the D in Doppio stands for Dominate!”
Your boyfriend does not lie when he says he’s going to dominate you with kisses. You feel his lips on your cheek, your forehead, your neck, even your chest, but never on your lips. You even feel a few wet licks as he shows his affection like the big dog that he is, and you couldn’t help but squeal and giggle. Doppio’s kisses are so embarrassingly loud as well, clear mwah! and smooching sounds straight into your ear. It makes you flush red like a tomato, the combined cuteness and lewdness too much for you to handle.
“Ok, ok! You win, big boy.” You reach up to pull him down and give your partner a firm kiss on the lips. Doppio doesn’t hesitate at all to kiss you back, biting your lips lightly to ask for permission to enter. Like every single make-out before, you let him in easily; it would be stupid to reject a heated make-out from someone so skilled like Doppio. So he kisses you again and again with a smile that you can feel, so dearly and lovingly as you giggle and pant into each other’s mouth.
Finally, Doppio ends it first with a rather soft kiss and lies down next to you, side by side on the couch. He hugs you closely. “I really mean it though, it doesn’t matter if it’s your hair or body or feet, I really like every single part of you and nothing about you is bad or gross.” Doppio’s big hand covers yours and you reciprocate, lacing your fingers together.
“I know I know, thank you Pio, I love every handsome and sexy part of you, too.”
Doppio laughs in his iconic “hehe~” as he accepts your praise, his eyes crinkling with happiness. “So… would you let me try again next time if I get curious again? I didn’t get to have a proper taste.”
“...You freak.” You try to deflect his tease, but you know what your answer will be.