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Ten weeks of meetings with other branch families, 10 weeks of consultation, agreements and conflicts and ten weeks of continuous paperwork. Primo sat exhausted beside his desk, being the initial leader of 'Vongola' was more stressful than he hoped, but despite the work  load, somewhere within the back of the blondes mind was the thought, the hope, that he could achieve a more peaceful future for his famiglia , a future he would continue to work for. Right now though, one elbow propped upon his desk, his cheek nestled into his palms, his eyes were sliding shut as they gaze upon the word 'contratto'.

"Caio,Primo", came a firmilar deep voice from the opposite side of the room, clearly Primo had not noticed the door opening during his –

"Hmmm, can't help notice you are near sleeping, Primo-sama", Daemon stated with a small sly smirk, the bluenette despite his loyalty, would often make small bold remarks to his boss. Daemon sat a small glass of rose wine on Primo's desk on top of a handkerchief in a neat manner, careful none would spill on the deep rich wood.

Primo shook his head gently in an attempt to wake himself up, his position having cost the spiked blonde hair to become even more untidy...his sunset gaze going to meet  those blue eyes.

"Spiacente" Primo apologised...gently rubbing one groggy eye.. "I have been reading these papers too long..." ,glancing at the cloak which read 1am, "...and I did not realise the time simply". Primo let out a long sigh...his eyes looked tired, and he was slightly pale from his lack of rest and even eating...the boss having skipped meals to get  the work done...which had not gone unnoticed by the blue haired male

Primo failed to recognise the other walking behind him, unaware of Daemon's position until he felt hands gently caressing his shoulders...

Primo tensed for a moment at the suddenness, but slowly began to relax as he felt the thumbs and fingertips work at the tense muscles

"you work too hard...Primo-san, you need to be more careful we can't lose you to something so simple", a soft chuckle came from Daemon...Primo just nodded with a soft smile, his eyes sliding close to the skilled touch of his mist guardian

Daemon huskily whispered the words "let me releave some of your stress..Primo", his breath felt brushing against the blondes ear due to his closeness now, and before Primo could respond to the words, soft lips were felt against the skin of his neck, leaving soft butterfly kisses along a sensitive nerve which caused Primo to tense.

"D-Daemon?" Primo responded in shock...and question, trying to see the other but only to see blue strands of hair from the corner of his eye..

Then a tongue was felt licking up the area where the kisses were planted...teeth gently pulling at the blondes earlobe in want...

"I promise..i wont hurt you...Boss"

Primo was ready to protest until he felt teeth softly sinking into the sensitive nerve on his neck causing him to gasp. The bluenette secretly smirked at his reaction before letting go...and licking the bruising mark.

Spinning the chair around, it wasn't long before the paperwork was tossed onto the floor in a messy pile forgotten, and Primo was laid face up on the cool wood surface. Daemon bit the edge of his black leather gloves, pulling one off with his teeth before slipping the other off, dropping the gloves now to the side, he got to work on Primos clothing, unbuttoning the waistcoat and shirt swiftly, he had removed the tie...but used it to bind Primo's wrists together.

Primo was starting to blush, despite his cool facade, no one had done this to him yet..., he was silent in shock as Daemon continued to work at undressing him, but a gasp escaped his lips when Primo wrapped his cool fingers around Primos heated shaft and started to stroke...

Daemon wasted no time as he quickened  the action, the blonde growing thick in his hand, the noise of Primos belt buckle heard hitting the ground as the trousers slid off. Primo parted his lips letting out a soft moan as he arched his back...pushing himself more into the others skilled hand

Daemon chuckled low, "you seem to be enjoying this", Daemon reached inside his own pocket of his trousers and was heard unclicking a small object, having always been the type to be 'prepared', Primo was still lost at the new dominance until he felt wet fingertips stroking his entrance...

"w-what..what are you doing Daemon?" Primo stated almost authoritively, Daemon didn't reply with words, but by pushing 2 digits deep inside the blonde causing the other to let out a soft cry. Primo tugged at the tie on his wrists at the feeling but couldn't loosen it...

Daemon thrusted his fingers in and out a few times, not being too gentle, being certain if his boss could handle the fights with their enemies so far, this pain should be something he could handle...

"S-Spade..." Giotto let out a soft pleasured moan when Daemons fingertips narrowly stroked that spot...his eyes glazing over from the feel...his member fully being erect at the actions

Daemon let out another trademark chuckle as he removed his fingers...softly running his tongue over the digits to take in Primos taste...Primo was panting like a bitch in heat before him...and it was indeed a delicious sight to behold

Primo felt his legs being spread, and the other standing between them...Primo looked up, those sunset eyes once again meeting blue ones

Daemon Positioned his member to the now 'wet' entrance, Primo blushed, squirming a bit below the guardian

"This may hurt"

And he pushed, burying himself to the hilt in one swift movement...which earned a loud pleasured/pained scream from the blonde

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Next morning, G gazed at their boss from the breakfast table...

Primo barely sat straight in his seat and squirmed...as if in pain...the other guardians were out on duty last night and unaware of what happened between the two

G then questioned, being concerned for the boss and this stressful time for the other, he questioned his superior "Boss...how has the work been, you seem a bit...on edge"

Daemon merely smirked and chuckled softly, "Primo has just been on a 'tight' schedule"

How Primo loved him then...

Description
Ten weeks of meetings with other branch families, 10 weeks of consultation, agreements and conflicts and ten weeks of continuous paperwork. Primo sat exhausted beside his desk, being the initial leader of 'Vongola' was more stressful than he hoped, but despite the work  load, somewhere within the back of the blondes mind was the thought, the hope, that he could achieve a more peaceful future for his famiglia , a future he would continue to work for. Right now though, one elbow propped upon his desk, his cheek nestled into his palms, his eyes were sliding shut as they gaze upon the word 'contratto'.

"Caio,Primo", came a firmilar deep voice from the opposite side of the room, clearly Primo had not noticed the door opening during his –

"Hmmm, can't help notice you are near sleeping, Primo-sama", Daemon stated with a small sly smirk, the bluenette despite his loyalty, would often make small bold remarks to his boss. Daemon sat a small glass of rose wine on Primo's desk on top of a handkerchief in a neat manner, careful none would spill on the deep rich wood.

Primo shook his head gently in an attempt to wake himself up, his position having cost the spiked blonde hair to become even more untidy...his sunset gaze going to meet  those blue eyes.

"Spiacente" Primo apologised...gently rubbing one groggy eye.. "I have been reading these papers too long..." ,glancing at the cloak which read 1am, "...and I did not realise the time simply". Primo let out a long sigh...his eyes looked tired, and he was slightly pale from his lack of rest and even eating...the boss having skipped meals to get  the work done...which had not gone unnoticed by the blue haired male

Primo failed to recognise the other walking behind him, unaware of Daemon's position until he felt hands gently caressing his shoulders...

Primo tensed for a moment at the suddenness, but slowly began to relax as he felt the thumbs and fingertips work at the tense muscles

"you work too hard...Primo-san, you need to be more careful we can't lose you to something so simple", a soft chuckle came from Daemon...Primo just nodded with a soft smile, his eyes sliding close to the skilled touch of his mist guardian

Daemon huskily whispered the words "let me releave some of your stress..Primo", his breath felt brushing against the blondes ear due to his closeness now, and before Primo could respond to the words, soft lips were felt against the skin of his neck, leaving soft butterfly kisses along a sensitive nerve which caused Primo to tense.

"D-Daemon?" Primo responded in shock...and question, trying to see the other but only to see blue strands of hair from the corner of his eye..

Then a tongue was felt licking up the area where the kisses were planted...teeth gently pulling at the blondes earlobe in want...

"I promise..i wont hurt you...Boss"

Primo was ready to protest until he felt teeth softly sinking into the sensitive nerve on his neck causing him to gasp. The bluenette secretly smirked at his reaction before letting go...and licking the bruising mark.

Spinning the chair around, it wasn't long before the paperwork was tossed onto the floor in a messy pile forgotten, and Primo was laid face up on the cool wood surface. Daemon bit the edge of his black leather gloves, pulling one off with his teeth before slipping the other off, dropping the gloves now to the side, he got to work on Primos clothing, unbuttoning the waistcoat and shirt swiftly, he had removed the tie...but used it to bind Primo's wrists together.

Primo was starting to blush, despite his cool facade, no one had done this to him yet..., he was silent in shock as Daemon continued to work at undressing him, but a gasp escaped his lips when Primo wrapped his cool fingers around Primos heated shaft and started to stroke...

Daemon wasted no time as he quickened  the action, the blonde growing thick in his hand, the noise of Primos belt buckle heard hitting the ground as the trousers slid off. Primo parted his lips letting out a soft moan as he arched his back...pushing himself more into the others skilled hand

Daemon chuckled low, "you seem to be enjoying this", Daemon reached inside his own pocket of his trousers and was heard unclicking a small object, having always been the type to be 'prepared', Primo was still lost at the new dominance until he felt wet fingertips stroking his entrance...

"w-what..what are you doing Daemon?" Primo stated almost authoritively, Daemon didn't reply with words, but by pushing 2 digits deep inside the blonde causing the other to let out a soft cry. Primo tugged at the tie on his wrists at the feeling but couldn't loosen it...

Daemon thrusted his fingers in and out a few times, not being too gentle, being certain if his boss could handle the fights with their enemies so far, this pain should be something he could handle...

"S-Spade..." Giotto let out a soft pleasured moan when Daemons fingertips narrowly stroked that spot...his eyes glazing over from the feel...his member fully being erect at the actions

Daemon let out another trademark chuckle as he removed his fingers...softly running his tongue over the digits to take in Primos taste...Primo was panting like a bitch in heat before him...and it was indeed a delicious sight to behold

Primo felt his legs being spread, and the other standing between them...Primo looked up, those sunset eyes once again meeting blue ones

Daemon Positioned his member to the now 'wet' entrance, Primo blushed, squirming a bit below the guardian

"This may hurt"

And he pushed, burying himself to the hilt in one swift movement...which earned a loud pleasured/pained scream from the blonde

____________________________________________________________________________

Next morning, G gazed at their boss from the breakfast table...

Primo barely sat straight in his seat and squirmed...as if in pain...the other guardians were out on duty last night and unaware of what happened between the two

G then questioned, being concerned for the boss and this stressful time for the other, he questioned his superior "Boss...how has the work been, you seem a bit...on edge"

Daemon merely smirked and chuckled softly, "Primo has just been on a 'tight' schedule"

How Primo loved him then...