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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      ジョジョの奇妙な冒険_|_JoJo_no_Kimyou_na_Bouken_|_JoJo's_Bizarre_Adventure
  Relationship:
      Pannacotta_Fugo/Narancia_Ghirga
  Additional Tags:
      inspired_by_a_fanart, Slight_Voyeurism, blowjob, Masturbation, virgin,
      Inexperience, Desperation, Depravity, Masochism, Canon_Universe, accident
      leading_to_fun_times, tagged_as_underage_Narancia_is_17_Fugo_is_16, I_may
      rework_this_and_add_more
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-11-25 Words: 2079
****** Doccia ******
by Charmedsevenfold
Summary
     I saw this wonderful fanart by Tumblr user bruno-sticky-fingers over
     a year ago and honestly I think about it a lot. I was finally
     motivated enough to write a fic inspired by it! You can view the art
     here, and I highly recommend that you do because it's beautiful and
     sensual and a fave of mine: https://bruno-sticky-fingers.tumblr.com/
     post/124079220815
     As always thanks to twitter user Felidaeth for being my beta reader!
Bruno’s crew was a group of individuals with nowhere else to go. As such, they
all ate together, worked together, and lived together. Privacy was often
difficult to come by, but Fugo did his best to respect the others’ space. It
had happened by accident. He was on his way downstairs to cook lunch before
Bruno, Leone, and Mista returned. On a passing whim he decided to wash his
hands in the bathroom on the second floor, turning left down a hallway instead
of right at the steps. He was lost in thought, on autopilot, as he ducked into
the large tiled bathroom and headed for the sink. It was on a whim, once again,
that he chose to look up at the mirror. Fugo realized that he was not the only
one occupying the room. He turned, startled back to reality, as he realized
that the shower was running.
It was Narancia. The boy wasn’t naked but he was in the process of undressing.
Fugo was disconcerted, he hadn’t meant to intrude. It surprised him that
Narancia hadn’t realized he’d been walked in on. His black strapped top was
obscuring his face as he worked to peel the tight shirt from his body. The
steam from the shower was probably making it more difficult. This was Fugo’s
chance to leave, walk out like it hadn’t happened. The older boy wouldn’t be
able to tease him about it later. Yet for some reason he couldn’t force his
legs to move as they’d been so automatically doing just a moment before. His
face felt so hot that his legs, by comparison, felt like he had ice in his
veins. He could hear the pumping of his own heart in his ears as he watched
Narancia work at the top.
Fugo’s eyes dragged over Narancia’s figure. He’d not seen the boy so exposed
before. That’s all it was. His tanned olive skin seemed so dark in contrast to
Fugo’s own pale complexion. It contrasted nicely with his black shaggy hair. It
was weighed down in the humidity, sticking to his face. His face. He could only
see the lower half- nose and lips. His lips. Fugo had only ever considered how
convincing they made his pout when the boy didn’t want to work. But looking at
them now in this strange and new context, they seemed quite full and oddly
alluring. Fugo watched as several stray rivulets of water from the showerhead
found their way to Narancia’s chest. Narancia was perhaps a bit underweight,
but he certainly was not out of shape. The beads of water ran down his subtly
defined chest, one across a pert, tanned nipple. Fugo swallowed hard but his
throat was extremely dry. What the fuck was wrong with him? Was he pent up?
Narancia was his friend, someone he worked with, taught, hung out with. He
simply couldn’t tear his eyes away. Narancia’s taut stomach and gently
protruding pelvic bones were captivating.
Only a few moments had passed, but Fugo felt like minutes had gone by as he
drank in the sight in front of him.
“Fugo? What’s up?” The thumping of his heart had grown so loud in his head that
he almost didn’t hear. Narancia sounded startled but not aghast at the younger
boy’s presence. He wore only boxer briefs now. Fugo was sweating. His pants
felt tight. How pathetic and unbecoming, he thought to himself. Fugo hated
feeling this way, like he had no control of a situation.
“I-I was just coming to wash my hands before making lunch I wasn’t – I didn’t
mean to walk in on you.” He sounded out of breath.
“The genius makes a mistake!” Narancia teased. “Whatever, I’ll make fun of you
later, just shut the door on your way out.” Fugo couldn’t move. Narancia seemed
puzzled. Damn was he slow sometimes. As he looked from Fugo’s red face to the
now-noticeable bump in his obscene holed pants, it began to click.
“Oh.” Fugo winced. Why hadn’t he walked out just now? It would have been so
easy, he was literally never going to live this down. He berated himself in his
head as he turned and briskly headed for the door.
“Fuck, I’m really sorry, this isn’t what it looks like- I had other things on
my mind.” What a lame excuse. Pathetic. His impressive intelligence seemed to
fail him at coming up with a convincing explanation.
“Wait a second Fugo, it’s alright. Come back, shut the door.” He froze,
stunned. He usually hated when Narancia ordered him around. It didn’t matter if
the boy was older, Fugo had been in Passione longer, he was Bruno’s personal
advisor. This felt different though. Something in his gut twisted sharply at
the words. It felt good. For once he opted to do as Narancia said. He could not
bring himself to look up though, he stared at the floor.
“You can look at me if you want.” Narancia had never sounded like that before;
his silvery voice sounded low and dulcet. Fugo looked up to see him stripping
off his underwear. Again, that feeling in the pit of his gut as he saw the
other boy fully exposed. He palmed himself through his pants before he realized
what was doing and grit his teeth. He was so hard already, how pathetic.
Between being so busy with Passione and never really feeling attracted enough
to anyone to want to pursue them, Fugo had never been in a situation like this
before.
Fugo never let him boss him around. Narancia smiled a crooked grin. Though he
was not exactly experienced himself, it was not in his nature to feel
particularly ashamed. It was in his nature, however, to speak his mind and seek
instant gratification. He’d always thought that Fugo was attractive- pretty
even, with his fair skin, silvery hair, and intense purple eyes. He had such an
icy exterior, but after spending so much time together, Narancia knew him
better than that. The boy wasn’t especially perceptive, but he knew how Fugo
made him feel. And how he was making him feel right now, with his pale face
flushed red and hand rubbing against the obvious erection in his pants, was
really fucking good. The older boy found himself wondering what he could
successfully order Fugo to do.
“Come here.” To his delight, Fugo obliged. Hesitantly at first, Fugo’s feet
carried him toward the naked, tanned figure in front of him. He noticed,
offhandedly, that the mirror and lone window had long since fogged up from the
steam. The humidity and his high heart rate caused his breathing to come quick
and choppy. Standing so close to Narancia, he noticed that the other boy was
already half hard. It was easier to look at his pretty little dick than it was
to look him in the eyes. Fugo cringed inwardly at his obscene yet astute
descriptors. Narancia’s hand was suddenly cupping his jaw. Fugo was unused to
physical contact. He nearly leapt out of his skin as he felt his face being
tipped upward, and he nearly melted into the floor as he felt soft, damp lips
cover his own. Oh god. This was different. It was nice. For a moment he was
shocked still, but it did not take long for him to begin reciprocating.
His lips moved against Narancia’s gently, shyly even at first, but the kiss
quickly began to heat up. The older boy opened his mouth and Fugo followed suit
in all his inexperience. When he felt Narancia’s tongue slide warm and slick-
wet into his mouth, he audibly moaned. Narancia pulled away to smile
victoriously at him.
“Don’t you fucking say anything.” Fugo snapped weakly.
“I won’t, I won’t!” He laughed, putting his hands up in mock-defense. “I
wouldn’t hurt your precious pride.” That was a lie. He leaned back in, pressing
his lips against the juncture of Fugo’s shoulder and neck before biting down,
pulling a second, louder moan from the younger boy’s throat. The throaty sound
shot right to Narancia’s groin. He continued to work away at Fugo’s neck; the
other boy tried hard to stifle himself in his embarrassment.
“Don’t do that. I want to hear you.” He punctuated his point with an especially
sharp bite, sucking gently and licking at the worried skin afterwards. Fugo
felt pre-cum leak from his swollen cock at the order, dampening a spot in his
underwear.
Narancia nudged the pale boy’s feet apart, pressing a leg between Fugo’s. He
felt Fugo begin to rut against his thigh, desperately seeking friction. Fugo
knew how depraved and horny he must look but he couldn’t stop himself. It felt
so nice. No one had ever touched him like this before. The other Passione
member stopped sucking marks onto his throat to lean up to his ear.
“Hey, you should get on your knees.” His voice sounded like honey as his tongue
licked a hot stripe up the sensitive shell of his ear. Fugo practically fell to
his knees.
“Unzip your pants and take your dick out.” The words were so simple and crude-
definitely Narancia’s style, but they affected him nonetheless. “I want you to
jerk it while you suck me off so I can watch.” Fugo gaped. The request was so
completely obscene and degrading. He should have taken issue with it. His
erection throbbed in response.
With shaking hands, Fugo unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Not
bothering to disrobe, he simply pulled his dick free from his underwear. He
couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this hard. He probably wouldn’t last
long. Narancia stared down at the attractive length, biting his lip. All of the
other things he wanted to do would have to wait for another time. This is what
he wanted today. Fugo felt like an amateur as he stared at Narancia’s pelvis.
It wasn’t that the boy was big, no, his cock matched his slender, petite frame.
It was more that Fugo had never given head before, period, and he wanted to do
it right. He was a perfectionist after all. Putting his reservations aside, he
wrapped one hand around Narancia’s dick and gently pressed his lips to the
head. He heard the boy above him sigh, barely audible above the sound of the
shower that was still running. Emboldened, he sucked the head inside his mouth
and swirled his tongue around experimentally.
Narancia practically keened, one hand shooting down to tangle in white hair.
Fugo sucked in more of the boy’s length, squeezing hard at his own neglected
dick as he began to pump it up and down. Fugo liked it best when it hurt just a
little. The intense friction was exquisite. He groaned around Narancia, who
pushed forward, driving his cock deeper into Fugo’s mouth in response.
“Ohhh…Fugo…fuck.” It was barely a sigh. He wanted to hear his name said like
that again. He loosened his jaw and Narancia began to fuck his mouth. He was
slow at first, but he quickly picked up the pace, not quite big enough to reach
Fugo’s throat, but triggered his gag reflex nonetheless. He didn’t care.
Narancia was above him and he was moaning and gasping. Saliva ran down Fugo’s
chin, and tears welled in the corners of his eyes as his hair was pulled
harshly.
He looked up. Narancia’s effeminate features were flushed a deep red beneath
his olive skin. His lips were swollen and parted as he panted. His eyes were
hooded and beads of water and sweat slid down his body. He looked Fugo in the
eyes and smiled.
“You look so pretty like this, Fugo.” The words came between gasps. They did
things to him. Fugo stroked his dick harder, scraping his nails along the
underside and shuddering pleasantly at the pain as he brought his hand up to
thumb his slit. Narancia didn’t pull out, didn’t even warn him. The boy wasn’t
always considerate. He finished into Fugo’s mouth, yelling his name
shamelessly. It was obscene, degrading, excellent. Fugo came in thick, hot
ropes across his abdomen and pants as Narancia pulled from his mouth. Cum that
he was unable to swallow dripped down his chin with saliva. Narancia looked
down at him, perhaps feeling a bit guilty.
“Don’t worry Fugo, you can cum in my mouth next time.” He was definitely going
to persuade the younger boy to let him fuck him sometime, though.
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