Chapter 4: Two Dicks and an Ogre

 

Prosciutto sat upon his bed. A spoon filled with warm soup entered his mouth. It was vegetable soup. He despised it as a child, but he swallowed it anyway. Shrek whipped his mouth with a napkin, gazing lovingly into his eye. The ogre kissed his soft lips, but the blond pulled away.

“If it makes you feel any better, Illuso killed the evil queen,” Shrek tried to comfort him.

Prosciutto sat silently, looking down at his scarred hands. When he was tortured, that bitch removed not only his eyes but four of his fingernails. His nails were healing slowly. He stared at Shrek, unsure of what to feel. While it was nice that he cared enough to care for him, Prosciutto was also filled with fury because this was all his fault. He laid back down, covering himself with the blanket.

Pesci entered his room, causing Prosciutto to smile. The other smiled back. Unexpectedly, Shrek tried to kiss the blond, but he moved away from it.

“Hey, Shrek,” the green-haired man said, “I would like a moment alone with Prosciutto.”

“I’ll be standing in the hallway,” he said as he left.

Pesci sat on the bed.

“What’s wrong, Prosciutto?” he asked.

“This is all Shrek’s fault,” he explained. “Look at me, Pesci! This wouldn’t have happened if we stuck with Passione. Fucking wizards and their magic. Our targets never know that we’re coming.”

“But, Prosciutto, haven’t we fought against other stand users? Isn’t that the same thing?”

A sharp slap hit Pesci, leaving a red mark on his cheek.

“You idiot! It’s not the same. Can you cast spells, Pesci?”

“N-no.”

“Anyways,” he changed the subject, “how are you? Anything interesting?”

“Well, I had some time to myself, so I decided to go somewhere. A witch cast a possession spell on Pinocchio, and he ended up injuring five people at Farbucks--”

“Wait, what were you doing at Farbucks?”

“Well, you know how coffee makes my tummy hurt? I thought since I’ve getting bolder, I deserve a treat. So, I treated myself for some coffee--” Prosciutto slapped him across the face again. “What was that for?”

“For being stupid! You know that coffee makes you-- you know. Please tell me you didn’t drink any.”

“No,” Pesci answered and then ripped a loud one. “Okay, maybe I took a sip.”

“I don’t know, Pesci. That doesn’t sound like a sip.”

“Alright, then tell me what do I deserve. Because I thought I deserved some coffee.”

“I know what you deserve,” he said with a smile.

Prosciutto got out of his bed and tossed his clothes aside, revealing his scarred but incredibly sexy body. The only thing that was on him was his socks. Pesci’s cheeks flushed with excitement. The blond grabbed his coat, pulling the green-haired man on top of him. Pesci opened his mouth to say something, but Prosciutto’s hungry tongue welcomed itself inside, swirling around him, getting saliva around their mouths. Their hearts raced fast, as did their breathing. Their pelves ground together while the blond’s hand slid down to Pesci’s juicy ass. As he squeezed one of his cheeks, Pesci let out a fart, but they didn’t care.

As Prosciutto tried to remove the other’s clothes, Pesci stopped him.

“What’s wrong?” the blond asked.

“What about Shrek? He cares about you too,” he answered.

“Fine, since you care so much about him, ask him to join us.”

Pesci got up from the bed and walked towards the door. Just by slightly opening the door, he could see a depressed Shrek sitting in the hallway.

“Hey, um, Shrek, do you want to have sex with us?”

Shrek looked at him immediately.

“Of course,” the ogre answered.

They both got back in the room. Pesci removed his jumpsuit and got back on top of Prosciutto while Shrek took off his clothes. The ogre’s cock was currently soft, so he began pumping himself while watching the two makeout. While he was masturbating, he thought about how the members of La Squadra have been treating him lately. He felt unloved like he was a side bitch instead of a lover. Even Rohan doesn’t love him the way he used to.

“Okay, you flaccid pancake,” Prosciutto commented, clearly talking about the ogre’s dick. “I was hoping both of you could wreck my ass, but seeing as you’re still soft, I guess you’ll just have to keep watching. Pesci, there’s some olive oil near the nightstand. I was saving it for Risotto, but he’s been so busy lately.”

“A-alright,” Pesci replied.

After the green-haired man searched for the oil and applied it to his erect cock, he cuddled Prosciutto, dick hovering near his entrance. Pesci lifted the other’s leg and slid inside him, making the blond moan.

“Oh, Pesci, it’s been a while since I received dick,” he said. “Hey, ogre, kneel in front of us. I’m getting close. I know you’re desperate. Kneel.”

He did as he commanded. Shrek watched as Pesci pulled slowly back out and then shoved it back in. The pace increased. He watched ass Prosciutto’s hard cock flopped around as Pesci thrust into him mercilessly. He reached out to grab it, but the blond smacked his hands away.

“No,” Prosciutto said sternly.

“Oh god, I’m going to cum,” Pesci said.

“I-- Oh!” the blond said, unloading right on Shrek’s face. The ogre rubbed it off.

“I-- I’m still going. Fuck!” the green-haired man said, still fucking Prosciutto.

He kept going for a few minutes until the other started to get overstimulated and felt pain.

“Pesci, it hurts. Are you close yet?”

And in a few thrusts, he filled his ass with his seed. It started to drip until Prosciutto placed his fingers near his hole.

“Shrek, can you do me favor?” Prosciutto asked.

“What is it?”

“Lick it off and only lick it off. Nothing else.”

“Alright,” he said, not sounding desperate. He was in a foul mood now, but he tried his best not to show it.

Prosciutto turned around on the bed, laying on his stomach, and spread his legs. Once Shrek’s mouth got closer to his ass, he removed the fingers covering the entrance. The ogre’s tongue waggled in, licking the still warm cum Pesci left. The taste was bitter.

As that was going on, Pesci whispered to Prosciutto.

“Really? You’re going to do that?” the blond asked. “He won’t mind?”

“Trust me,” he assured him, “he won’t.”

Shrek tensed up a bit. Lately, he has been hearing horrifying rumors about Pesci that filled him with dread. In Farbucks, he killed a witch, but nobody was alive to tell the tale except for Pinocchio, but he was currently in jail for catnip possession. He’d visit him if he could, but Rohan occupied him, preventing him from doing so. Shit, if he had only used a condom, he wouldn’t have been in this mess.

“Hey, Shrek, I think that’s enough,” Prosciutto said. “You can back off now.”

The ogre pulled away, swallowing the bitter seed.

“Hey, Shrek,” Pesci caught his attention, “you look like a mess. Let me clean you up.”

Warm yellow liquid landed on the ogre’s bald head. Shrek curled his fist into a ball. He wanted to punch Pesci, but instead, he got dressed and left, slamming the door on the way out. Perhaps spending time with Melone would be better.