Napoleon's eyes went wide, embarrassment and fear crawling up his face.
"N-non, I am perfectly fine, I can handle this."
"Ey, it's no problem, see." The Italian mobster's hand went to his trousers, pulling back the garment, allowing his 'johnson' to spring out, causing the general to jerk in pleasure. "M' not a fruit, but I can help a man out from time to time."
His fingertips trailed down the Frenchman's member, causing a bated breath to come from the man below.
"C-Capone…" Napoleon hissed in both anger and annoyance, "I hate being toyed with…"
The Italian grinned, gripping his member hard, causing the man underneath to gasp out, thrusting himself up into that hand. Suddenly, the Italian bent his head, quickly kissing the head of the Frenchman's erection, which caused him to gasp. Capone took a few minutes doing this, teasing and toying with him, thrusting his fingers and giving him kitten licks. Capone himself was confused while doing this. Maybe it was because he hadn't had any action in a while. Or maybe he had a thing for short men.
Angling Capone's head, the air shot out the Frenchman's mouth as his tongue circled the head, the tip digging into the sensitive spot just beneath.
"Aah! Capone!" Moaned the General, struggling once again with his bonds, biting his lip to a point he thought it would bleed. Capone chuckled, kissing the underside, his pants seeming to shrink as he worked on these ministrations which caused the Frenchman to cry out. Soon, the Italian could not bear it any long, tearing off the Frenchman's clothes, ignoring his pleas and shouts, which only caused his own erection to pulse happily.
Eventually, his began to pull off his suit, careful not to tear anything, knowing all too well that the Frenchman was watching him, despite acting as if he didn't want this.
Unexpectedly, the Italian flipped him over, exposing his bare ass to the world.
"What are you doing?!" The Frenchman squealed as he felt something probe at his opening. He hadn't expected this, perhaps a blowjob while the gangster pleasured himself. Of course, he knew there were darker things Capone could do to him, but he didn't wish to traumatize himself. At first the intrusion was painful, something strange and foreign, before he felt himself relaxing. The intrusion thrusted in and out, causing him to shudder and plead to the Italian, both to stop and to continue. He still had his pride, apparently. Suddenly it stopped, another pleasurable sensation striked up his back as a wet, probing intrusion entered him, causing him to mewl in pleasure.
"N-No! Stop!"
"Consider this payment for me saving your life." Murmured the Italian, taking his mouth away for a moment, the Frenchman missing that intrusion deeply. Suddenly, the weight on the mattress disappeared. Napoleon watched as the gangster walked over to a box, rummaging in it a few moments before coming up with a bottle of olive oil, which Capone had found from the night guard's lunch one night.
The Frenchman shivered in what was to happen as the Italian slowly approached the bed once more, his erection proudly standing at attention. The Frenchman bit his lip, closing his eyes to what was to come.
There was the sound of something being squirted, most likely from that bottle. Soon, the Frenchman felt another intrusion, most likely a finger again, slowly being thrusted in and out. Napoleon shivered and gasped as another finger joined, and another. Soon, Capone guessed this was as ready as he could make the general. The fingers were gone in an instant, the Frenchman being flipped onto his back once more.
"Pick a side, would you?!" Napoleon hissed, obviously angered. He was silenced, however, when he noticed that Capone was covering his own member with the olive oil, making sure it was slick enough before glancing back at the Frenchman, a mischievous smirk on his face. He readied himself at his opening, pushing in slowly.
"No-! What- Aah!" Napoleon moaned, the sensation of his nether regions being split apart causing him extreme pain.
"Relax or this'll hurt more." Whispered Capone, gently kissing his ear. Napoleon was surprised by this gentleness, and relaxed somewhat, whimpering in pain as the mobster finally had his entire length inside of him.
"M'gonna start moving now." He whispered, slowly pulling out, causing another gasp from the man below. Soon he created a rhythm to which both of them enjoyed. Napoleon gasped out in pleasure, wishing his arms were free so he could hold on to dear life, his toes curling to a point where they hurt. Capone nuzzled his head into the shorter man's neck, biting and nipping at his flesh, going faster. Pleasure was everywhere, and nothing considerably mattered at that point.
"C-Capone!" He grunted as he felt something graze his prostate, his back arching off of the bed. Suddenly, his orgasm erupted, coating both of their stomachs. Feeling this sudden tightening, the Italian grunted, thrusting in once more before coming as well, filling the Frenchman with warmth. He slipped out, rolling beside the Frenchman for a moment, the two riding out their orgasms. For a few moments there was peace, until there was a knocking at the door.
"Hey guys, it's almost sun— oh my god." Larry Daley peered in, intending to remind them that the sun was to come up soon. He hadn't expected an Italian mobster and a French general naked in bed together. "Yeah… I see you're busy, so I'll… yeah…"
The two looked at each other, cracking smiles before being lolled to sleep.