A soft Florida night is casted over the tropical part of America, in a quiet neighborhood is where Pucci and his newly wedded beloved, and childhood friend, live at.

A uniquely designed cassock laid hung on the bedframe with black pants scattered on the floor along with two dress socks and white socks. A black shirt has been scattered on the floor eariler too.

Moonlight shined through the closed window with the curtains dimming the light from the moon up high. A rug underneath the bed looks messy yet neat at the same time.

Pucci is on the bed breathing heavily with a hand on his forehead and the other over his beloved's head. "Pluh...Please.." He closed his eyes, savouring the feeling of soft lips on his sensitive tip. "Oh God.." His toes curled up a bit from each tantalizing lick. He looks so pathetic right now.

Slowly Pucci opened his eyes, making eye contact with his beloved, you, as prayers left his lips mentally replaying in his mind yet wordless in reality. Being married to a descendant of Dio is indeed a good thing for Pucci's goals and whatnot but it also has its strong perks.