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      Published: 2015-09-11 Updated: 2015-09-20 Chapters: 3/? Words: 12824
****** Sure I can't talk you into calling me 'sir'? ******
by BioBrx_(bi0brX)
Summary
     Fugo and Narancia are always arguing over who is the 'superior'
     gangsta: does it come with age, with contribution, or does it come
     from whoever sucks Bruno off better?
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** We all have that one friend, who if they asked, you would. *****
Chapter Summary
     It was meant to be much shorter but let's have a long fuck-fest-fic
     then. I can be self indulgent in the need for semi-angsty-fugo-gets-
     fuckoed.
     This chapter is build up, sex talk, semi-fluffy meta crap,
     embarrassment ensues and oh look guess we ~have~ to have a threesome
     now.
Fugo had a day off. It was early in the evening and he was leisurely at home,
in his room, doing nothing worthwhile. Fugo sat the chair slightly facing away
from the door but he liked to have it out of the corner of his eye, and he
liked to have the door open. He didn’t want to over analyse his slight
claustrophobia. Wasting his time, he refused to spend his spare time to ‘noble
pursuits’ like refining any of his skills. He was cozied up in his chair
reading through a girlish magazine, ‘wasting’ his higher intellect on reading
star signs. He avoided his star sign, he didn’t really want to think about
himself when he was alone - he forced his brain to think of different things.
He liked to look at his friends’ signs and laugh at the irony; but he only knew
Mista and Narancia’s signs. When he had asked Abbacchio what his was it didn’t
end well and he’d never considered Buccellati would share. He could have
figured it out from his birthday but Buccellati didn’t like to share his
birthday. Once he saw Narancia ask (an obvious attempt to get in his good books
after joining behind his back) and Buccellati made a point of saying it was
unimportant.
Let’s see… Mista was a Sagittarius. Ah, there it was. He choked on a laugh as
he read it - readjusting himself in his seat by slinging his legs over the arm
and bringing the bright pink magazine closer to his face. This is what he read
them for, simple ironic coincidences like this. He read it to himself again:
     “Sagittarius has several lucky numbers other than 4. The numbers 3,
     12 and 21 are also good for this sign, and might even prove to
     be lucky lottery numbers for the sign. Dates that include these
     numbers can also be lucky, especially if they coordinates with other
     lucky elements for the sign. For example, if April 3rd fell on a
     Thursday, the day would be especially lucky for the sign since it
     would be the 3rd day of the 4th month.”
He considered being mean and sending Mista a picture but he knew Mista was too
superstitious. He heard a rattle of keys in the distance followed by a few
groans and squeaking doors. This was why he kept his door open at all times –
no it wasn’t really that but he could lie to himself. Passione shared keys to
each other’s houses and flats (except Abbacchio who had only given a spare to
Buccellati with a grumble and a threat that he should only be called on in
emergencies, followed by a few glares to everyone else). Fugo let people visit
often, since he hated to be alone. Alone with his mind. He heard a mumble that
sounded like Buccellati’s voice which headed to the kitchen and then a separate
thump of feet on the stairs.
Bruno never liked to come up stairs to his bedroom. He must be making himself a
drink, and if Fugo was right he’d then be heading to the living room. Unless
Bruno summoned him Fugo wasn’t required to go down to talk to him. He
reminisced on the thought of being so close to someone that he didn’t need to
be close. Bruno was distant like that. He thought he was probably worn out from
a mission today that he wouldn’t want to talk much, and it made sense to want
to relax in the silent company of another’s house than to return to an empty
house. 
 
Fugo peered up over the magazine as soon as the footsteps reached the top of
the stairs and turned the corner to his room. The other person – Narancia –
walked into his room without a break in his step or a moment to announce
himself. Rude and reckless as ever. He walked across from the door and swung
his body onto the bed, arms cupping behind his head lying down and crossing his
feet. Fugo’s blood boiled for a moment over the carelessness. He eyed
Narancia’s shoes on his bed but didn’t say anything.
He didn’t notice until Narancia made remarked. “Oh, huh? Oh!” Fugo looked down
at his hands to see he’d already ripped the magazine in half, his teeth were
making grating sounds. Narancia childishly pulled at his shoes, legs in the air
refusing to sit up to do it, and threw them to the side. “Right, right, no
shoes on the bed…” Fugo made an ‘hmph’ sound and put the two piles of magazine
papers in his hands together, the slid them under his chair. At least he was
trying to be considerate, Narancia was just foolish at times.
Narancia stretched out his limbs, made a show of wriggling his toes through his
socks and returned to his previous nonchalant position. Fugo eyed him, turning
back in his chair to sit properly. He never noticed how subconsciously he would
always try to act what he was raised to be: ‘proper’, in front of Narancia. He
put his hand on his chin and folded his leg over his knee. He could tell
Narancia was going to eventually tell him so Fugo gave in and bit the bait.
“How was the mission with Buccellati?” Narancia was going to boast, he always
did.
Narancia closed his eyes and rolled onto his side towards Fugo, propping his
head up and pouted out his lips as he spoke. “Oh you know~ same old.” He
wavered his hand in circles. “I just saved the day again, saved Buccellati’s
life, improved our status with the town folk-”
Fugo dropped his head in his hand, letting his cheek’s fat squash up against
his eye. “Oh you mean you actually followed orders for once? Or did you only
‘save’ Buccellati’s life by putting it in danger to start with?”
“HEY!” Narancia’s wavering arm slammed against the bed mattress. “It wasn’t me!
We ran into a rival gang! It wasn’t part of the plan at all! If my Aerosmith
hasn’t seen them coming we’d have been killed!” He pointed at himself a few
times then rolled around and undid his skirt buckle. Fugo groaned at his
impoliteness. He eyed him undressing but suddenly felt shy a looked away.
Narancia pulled up his top under the skirt and yanked it down to show off a
small zipper just above his hip bone. “See?” He showed off the wound.
Fugo eyed it. Bruno must have healed him up from a stab wound of some sort. He
suddenly felt awful… but not in the way he thought he should. He didn’t feel
bad about teasing or disbelief of Narancia’s work – he always boasted when he
did well – but that wound and how Bruno healed it. Why did it bother him? Why
did the vision of Bruno’s fingers there hit him so hard? He looked away.
Narancia’s face went from anger to a blank face of confusion, like he looked
when doing maths. “Heeeey? What?”
“Nothing! Leave off!”
Narancia snorted out a disapproving sound and propped his head back up. He
didn’t bother putting his shirt back down and fiddled with the zipper handle
with the other hand making metallic clanging sounds.  “Sooo… How many is that
now?” It was rhetorical. He started making a show of counting on his fingers
out loud. Narancia knew exactly how many, he kept track often enough he didn’t
need to count but sometimes he put on a show just to mock. “There’s the time
with that traitor, oh and that time when we were gonna get pizza… and… then…
yeah!” He made a loud giggle. “Ohhh- boy that’s 41 missions this year, and 27
I’ve saved the day on! And I’m just an ‘idiot kid’ huh! I’m going to out rank
you soon with how good I’m doing.” He lowered his eyelids and smiled cheekily
at Fugo.
Fugo continued to look away from him. He wasn’t angry… was he grumpy? He felt
rotten but he knew he wasn’t angry. It was true: he didn’t get put on as many
missions as Narancia, he didn’t want to think about it. He knew Narancia wasn’t
aware but that had hit a cord with him as well. The zipper had too. He didn’t
get why that was.
Fugo hated how he couldn’t be trusted on as many missions as some newbie like
Narancia. Well, Narancia had been with them for a few years now but the
constant competition Narancia forced him into. He was starting to feel bummed
out about how much more time Buccellati and Narancia got to spend together
because of the missions. Ugh! Stupid! That shouldn’t bother him! Why? He shut
his eyes and pushed those thoughts out. “It doesn’t matter how many missions
you’ve been on I’m still your superior. I’ve been with the gang longer!”
Narancia paused, and made a show of pointing his chin in an effort to look like
he was thinking. “Ohh? But that’s a bit dumb isn’t it, Fugo?”
Fugo snapped his head back at him. What’s he on about. “Dumb?!”
“Yeahhh….” He tilted his head at him. Narancia drawled his sentence out slowly.
“I mean if we’re judging whose superior… based on longevity,” Fugo stopped
listening for a moment as he felt a bud of pride. He remembered teaching
Narancia that word. “…Then wouldn’t I,” Narancia pointed at himself, “be your,”
he pointed at Fugo, “superior, since I’m older? Hmmm?”
Fugo’s face quickly scrupled up. “This again?!” He snapped at him and
rearranged his sitting position to be leading forward, legs apart. “How often
do I have to tell you until it sinks in? That’s not how it’s judged!” He knew
he was joking but since that zipper he was feeling gross and he couldn’t take
the small teasing.
“Then how is it judged! You keep changing the rules so you win!” Win? Is this a
game? Is my worth a game to you? Is that really what you think?! Fugo’s hand
clawed at his hair, pushing it aggressively out of his eyes, only to fall back
in his eyes when he let go and started scratching the back of his head. His
breathing elevated.
“You fucking know this isn’t a game! Stop trying to fight me! How often do I
have to tell you? You’re so stupid! You only think of this as a game! Can’t you
grow up?”
“Hey! You’re the one who’s making me feel like shit! Always telling me to grow
up and then you won’t even let me prove it to you that I have!”
They had both stood up by this point. Fugo’s breath wouldn’t slow. He hated
this feeling. He looked at the door and thought of how loud he’d already been.
Calm. Calm. Calm… Calm… Please… Shit! He started to feel even worse when he
remembered Bruno was downstairs. He was probably judging him. He and Narancia
would probably talk about this, about how shitty he was, about how he couldn’t
control anything, how he was so toxic and how they were so happy to be alone
together on their fun little missions! Without him! They didn’t need him at
all! Damn it! There was that shitty feeling again.
Narancia’s body relaxed and he fell back to sitting on the bed. He always got
caught up in Fugo’s emotions and forgot how fragile he was. How easy he was to
break. “I’m sorry, Fugo. I just wanted to impress you… I’ll try harder next
time!”
“No… No… I’m sorry I got carried away, I shouldn’t have yelled. You’ve come a
long way you should be proud. I should be encouraging you more, not holding you
back,” Like me, “I guess I was just jealous…” Of how close you two are getting.
Are you going to leave me too? I want to impress you too.“Of your progress.”
A long pause surrounded them and Narancia looked at the door as well. “Well…
We… Well… What do you actually think proves superiority? As a gang member?”
Fugo continued to stare off for a while. Narancia started to think it was wrong
to continue talking about that. Fugo turned and walked over to his window. He
wanted any excuse not to look at Narancia while he felt so ashamed. He was
thinking about the question.
“I guess… It’s whoever can please Buccellati best. He is our immediate boss
after all.”
Narancia relaxed back. Fugo gave out a smug laugh. “Well there’s no way to
actually judge that- Buccellati would never say,” He sat back down, more
hesitantly and eventually relaxed back into place.
 
It was then that Narancia started laughing. He was looking at the floor, then
the ceiling, then he rolled back on the bed. He started buckling up his skirt
while he laughed as if distracting himself from whatever the joke was.
“What? What? …What is it?”
Narancia continued laughing and looking away, he then rolled back into propping
his head up. “Well,” Fugo raised his eyebrows at him beckoning him to go on.
“No… No…”
“What?”
Narancia waved his hand at him. “I shouldn’t say~! You’re still a kid! So
young! I should be an adult!”
“Shut up! You’re not that much older than me! Stop with the old man jokes and
tell me!”
Narancia paused, continuing to giggle under his breath. He looked at Fugo,
straight in the eyes, then giggled again and had to recollect himself. He
looked down for a while. “Ok… ok,” He laughed again then looked back up and
pointed. “Well, there is one way, to judge pleasure.”
Fugo looked at him, dumb smacked. What was he talking about? He raised his
eyebrows further and leaned forward. Rolling his hand to encourage. He was
completely lost.
“Well, it involves…” He shrugged and looked away, his face was getting red. It
must be a good joke. “Fluid.”
Fugo still didn’t get it. Was Narancia losing his marbles? He bet it was really
simple. He squinted. And leaned more forward making more expressions of
misunderstanding.
Narancia groaned. He really didn’t want to be blunt about it. He felt he was
sweating but there’s no way he can’t say… Well… He looked at him.
Narancia moved his hand up. He opened his mouth with a pout, looking into
Fugo’s eyes, then made a tube with his hand. He held his hand up to his lips
then made up and down motions towards his lips, followed by suckling sounds. He
raised his eye brows at Fugo. He made the motions for a while until he saw it
dawn on Fugo’s face. Fugo’s face went into a brighter red than any of his angry
faces had ever been, he gasped and clutched his face, falling back into his
chair backing away from the lewd hand gesture.
Fugo cursed himself that he was so weak that it took him so long. He cursed
himself double that seeing Narancia make that gesture… He felt weird about it.
He gulped and shouted in a whispered voice “Cum?!” Narancia burst into laughter
and wriggled on the bed rolling to face away from him laughing too hard. Fugo’s
nose twitched. He didn’t want to think that just talking about sex would get
him this flustered. Even if it was a joke. He didn’t know what to do. Narancia
obviously thought it was a joke but. Fugo eyed at Narancia’s legs which were
rubbing together. No, no... No. Don’t think that, don’t think too hard about
it. He shook his head to keep himself from thinking about him.
 
Eventually Narancia bounced back to sit on the end of the bed, this time
crossing his legs and leaning forward awkwardly. Fugo replied astonished. “No
way…”
“What?!”
“No way…”
“Hey I was joking! Don’t! I told you you were too young-“
“No! That’s infantile!”
“Oh come on!”
“Childish!”
“Hey, Hey… You can’t say you’ve never thought of-“
“What What what? No! No, N What?”
“I mean,” Narancia looked at the open door, and cupped around his mouth with a
hand, looking back at Fugo. He felt like teasing a bit, and… well he felt like
entertaining the thought now. “You’ve seen him right? You’re not an idiot
right?”
“What?! What are you saying! No way! Why are you assuming I even, like?”
“Come on, be real with me here. Everyone has that one friend that, well if they
asked, you wouldn’t say no, you know?”
This is so dumb he can’t believe he’s talking about this, with Narancia. No
way. Why did he always assume? Why did he always peg Narancia for too innocent
for this? “No.. I.. No… How…” He felt so panicked and flustered.
How did Narancia even know he was for …Were his thoughts about that so
obvious…? He felt like he had gotten caught out but he couldn't grasp what it
was. Damn it he hated thinking about this but… Well he didn’t really want to
admit the conversation was fun, but he didn’t want to stop talking about it but
he was too reserved to think about talking about it so openly.
“Ehhhhh… Whatever man, I mean I would.” Somehow Narancia seemed to be upset
that Fugo didn’t think the same.
“Yeah… I guess… If that ever happened...”
Narancia cheered up again straight away and cupped his chin in both hands
gazing at Fugo with a smile. “'If'?”
Fugo sat back and crossed his legs, he felt so on display. He crossed his arms
and looked away, conveniently looking at his door. His heart started to ache a
bit. He wanted to talk about this with Narancia but somehow he also didn’t want
to have Narancia talk to him about it. He didn’t understand what he was
feeling. “He does have nice features, I guess.”
“Oh? No way? Not him then who?”
“What?”
“You know that one friend who you would, if they asked, you know?” Fugo was
taken aback, he flushed again. That one friend? He couldn’t think, he hadn’t
thought about it… Had he? He didn’t want to say, he didn’t want to answer. Not
that he had an answer that he knew of. Narancia continued, “Is it Abbacchio?”
“What?!”
“No? I mean you were asking his star sign a while back-” Fugo tightened up.
“Seriously not Buccellati? I mean…” He tilted his head as if Fugo should admit
it. There was a long pause. Narancia sat back on the bed, uncrossed his legs
and let his legs line up with each other. It was as if he was trying to close
himself off but didn’t want to be obvious about it. “You’re…” It seemed hard
for him to speak, and the sentence came out very bleak and slowly, “Not
straight are you?” He looked away as if he never considered Fugo might be.
“I- I don’t? I don’t know some girls are, I mean nice but I-“ He felt so much
more comfortable talking about this with Mista. He breathed out to calm
himself. “I mean, let’s say theoretically. If suddenly we were all attacked by
a stand, and, we could only beat it, by,” He waved his hand around in the air.
“All of us having sex, I wouldn’t say, that would be a bad... thing?” He felt
slightly better, for some reason he didn’t want Narancia thinking he wasn’t
into men.
Narancia grinned and leaned forward again, lightly punching his arm. “You dog!”
He laughed a bit, “It’s not like that,”
“Oh…” Narancia leaned in a bit and made the same whispering gesture. “So you
mean... we all pass you around?”
Fugo found himself rather shocked, he never really thought that Narancia would
be so… blunt. Or have lewd thoughts at all for that matter. He expected this
conversation from Mista. Or even Abbacchio when he was feeling like making them
uncomfortable. Narancia continued. “Well I was thinking…”
“What?”
“Like,” He looked away again. “Is that what the holes are for?”
Fugo choked and fell back into his seat’s backing. “What?!”
“Easy access-“
“What!”
Narancia’s face flushed up. He looked away at the window and quickly changed
the conversation, he didn’t want him to think too long on the fact that he had…
thought about it. He tried to play it off like he was just teasing. It did
honestly feel good to feel like the ‘teacher’ for once with how flushed Fugo
was getting. “But you know… I bet Buccellati really knows how to do it,”
Fugo shook his head and flushed up looking away from him as well, this time
looking at the door. He looked only long enough to register Bruno standing in
the door way, leaning against the frame, arms crossed, legs also, holding a
file of some sort in one of his crossed hands.
 
Fugo’s shock manifested quite literally in an attempt to show respect he jumped
out his chair, elbowing Narancia’s arm and knocking back his chair so hard it
fell on its side, knocking a few books off the bookshelf behind him. His body
was stiff and alert but he couldn’t seem to speak.
“HEY! Wh- AHH!” Narancia reacted to getting hit with a short spurt of anger
only long enough to realize what had happened and jump up to Fugo’s side. “Ah!”
He was equally lost for words.
Bruno blinked a few times. “I take from… this, I’m interrupting something?”
Shit! Fugo swore at himself internally, he knew this was a stupid reaction, he
should be better under pressure but it was personal to him. He’d completely
over estimated from his body language. Had he just got there? He was about to
play it cool when he realized Narancia was not as quick to realize.
“I can explain! Buccellati! I didn’t mean it I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to be so
disrespectful!”
“Sorry? For what… Narancia you haven’t been speaking ill of me have you?”
Fugo felt an undertone and he could no longer tell whether Bruno knew what they
had been talking about or was trying to catch them out. His tone was mocking in
a strange way.
Narancia gulped, he looked like a deer in the head lights. He looked at Fugo
with wide eyes begging him to help him out of this. He had no idea what to say
or do, he didn’t seem to understand what had happened in the slightest. He
stuttered. “F,  f, Br… I  uh, I, uh!” He looked at Bruno, then at Fugo, he
looked between them both before landing on Fugo and whining under his breath.
Fugo took a deep breath in. He’d reacted poorly and stuck them both into this.
He stiffened up and pronounced his voice. “I was telling Narancia how I want to
have sex with you!” He could tell Bruno knew. He knew there was no point in
covering it up, but he could at least bite the bullet.
Bruno blinked a dozen timed and his head moved back. His face went from sharp
to an expression that seemed like he was lost. He opened his mouth to speak but
then closed it. A pause and then he cleared his throat.
 “I,” He cleared his throat again. “That was not what I thought I overheard…”
Shit! Fugo slumped his shoulders down and his knees loosened without him
willing it. He hit himself in the face and flushed up. Narancia continued
looking at the two completely bewildered at what had happened. Fugo cursed
inwardly. Shit! Shit! Shit!He’d really miscalculated. What can he possibly say
now to explain it? He thought he was being noble by biting the bullet for
Narancia. Bruno started staring at his feet and avoiding them.
Narancia’s body was still stiff when he finally registered what had happened.
He pushed an arm out in front of Fugo and held one up to himself. “Sir-!“ Crap
he forgot Buccellati hated being called ‘Sir’- “Buccellati! Don’t listen to
him, it was me, Fugo’s just covering for me! He doesn’t even want to-” He
panicked and sighed. He didn’t want Fugo to pay for him but he was panicking
now. He breathed heavily looking at the two again, in a different frantic way.
How could he explain this without making it worse? Tell the truth right? He was
going to be embarrassed anyway he might as well be completely embarrassed. “I,
we, we were joking about which one of us was superior as a gang member- and he
said which one-” He paused a looked back at Fugo who just held his head in his
hands and shook his head, “c… could ‘please’ you better and- It I, it was a
joke but it got out of hand- He doesn’t really mean it, I was…”
Bruno cupped his forehead with his fee hand and leaned further against the
door. He shook his head and tried to recompose himself. The situation took him
entirely by surprise.
Everyone stood in Fugo’s bedroom in an incredibly awkward silence. Eventually
there was a small chuckle coming from Bruno that no one recognized, not evening
Bruno himself. He sighed out and recollected himself. He rolled his head up and
then let his head rest up. “Well…” He paused as he continued to regain himself.
“Supposing this isn’t a very poor joke, which I don’t find funny,” He refolded
his arms. “I don’t have objections.”
Fugo stayed stuck in his space. Did he understand that correctly too? He kept
his hands covering his face. Narancia seemed smarter to it this time. He looked
at them both. “Y… You mean..?” He pointed at himself and then Bruno, and then
Fugo, and cycled. He couldn’t hide a wide smile.
Buccellati replied. “Don’t ask and you won’t get.” Narancia broke out a squeal
stepping forward while Fugo sank into himself. He couldn’t believe this was
happening, he blanked out.
Narancia bound forward and shook at Bruno’s arms. “Y- Y You mean it? You’ll let
me- us? Seriously? If you said I could I would- If you want me to I will!” He
was stuttering from excitement, and looked back at Fugo a few times. Buccellati
gave a warm smile and let Narancia shake him.
Fugo finally let himself back into reality. “W- Wait a minute! But that doesn’t
actually prove anything! That’s just- It’s sex! It doesn’t prove- and even if
it proved superiority so what? What would that even mean?!” He got that pang
again watching Narancia’s excitement.
Narancia pouted and turned back to him. “Well… Obviously you’d be lower ranked
than me.”
“That means nothing!”
Buccellati butted in, looking up from Narancia he locked eyes with Fugo. “If my
superiority means pleasing me, then, would that mean you’d have to please
whoever ‘won’?”
Fugo hitched, he flinched back and could feel his entire body blush. Narancia
cooed and stared back at him again. “Oooh, I like that.”
Fugo gulped. He suddenly felt inclined to go through with this. “You won’t beat
me.”
***** I can kiss you too, right? *****
Chapter Summary
     I thought this would just be 3 chapters but each bit seems longer to
     me. I'm gonna section it based on which sex activity...
     Kissing, exhibitionism/voyurism, grinding, 'cock ring' elements, and
     dom/sub elements here. Not quite sex, more like foreplay.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Before Fugo could backtrack Buccellati replied. “May I sit down then?” Without
thinking Fugo stumbled behind himself to pick up his chair. It was graceless
but eventually he go it up straight and moved it towards Buccellati. 
Buccelatti took a step forward, placing his file down on a shelf by the door.
He lingered his hand on the door midway between the door and the newly placed
chair. He looked at Fugo and then the door. “May I?”
Fugo didn’t really want to close the door but he nodded anyway. He mumbled a
“Yes.” And Buccellati closed the door behind him, gently turning the handle so
it didn’t make a noise – apart from the click from releasing the handle. He sat
down facing them. 
Fugo stood awkwardly next to Narancia. He was starting to have a realisation
that this was really happening. It was happening. He was jolted out of his
thoughts by Narancia elbowing him repeatedly. He couldn’t contain his
excitement. While Fugo stood there trying to take in the events and adjust
himself to it Narancia moved forward. Buccellati just looked at Fugo and tilted
his head. Fugo blushed and looked away. He needed to be eased into this but it
didn’t seem like that was an option available to him.
While Fugo looked at his shuffling feet and tried to recompose himself Narancia
had closed the gap. Narancia’s confidence seemed to falter for a moment. “Uh,
Buccellati, are you sure?” Bruno nodded. Narancia fiddled with his hands and
gulped. “You mean I, we should…” Fugo looked up as Narancia looked back at him
as if looking for the words. Why are you looking at me? You’re the one who
initiated this. How could he suddenly be so shy about it?Narancia moved his
mouth around. His breath hitched, why did it seem so hard for him to say it
now? “Can I touch you, down there?”
“Well that was the implication.”
“Ooh, oh ok, ok… Ok…” Narancia fiddled with his skirt, looking between the
floor and Buccellati. He calmed his breathing then looked at Fugo. His gaze
lingered for a while then he looked back at the floor again, and then frowned.
He stood up straight and gave Fugo a deep glare trying to indicate to him a
rival.
Fugo blinked a few times. He’d forgotten that Bruno had turned it into a
‘game’. He took a moment to register what the glare meant. He still couldn’t
move. Narancia moved forward to Bruno’s side. He draped his arms around Bruno’s
shouldered and tilted his chest in – which pushed out his hips. It was an
obvious attempt to look like those models in magazines; that must be what
Narancia thought ‘sexy’ was. His hands were delicate and hovered, barely
comfortable touching him – yet he had cozied up to Bruno in non-sexual
situations a hundred times. His face moved closer to Bruno’s neck. Fugo
watched, Bruno didn’t turn to face Narancia and Fugo found himself catching
Bruno’s eyes. It suddenly became hard for him to breathe.
Narancia’s hands stared to become firmer. One placed with Bruno’s lace,
fiddling before slipping into his coat, touching at his chest. His thumb rubbed
him trying to grope. His fingers were frantic and nervous. He was trying to see
his body through feeling. Narancia’s body twitched forward and his breath was
deep. Bruno felt the warmth of his breathing on his neck. He spoke in a breathy
whisper. “C… Can I kiss you too?”
Fugo could tell he was desperate but partially doing it as an act… but when he
heard that and the combination with Bruno’s deep blue eyes on him… His face
felt tight, he could feel his jaw muscles tighten in reaction, and his nose. He
could feel his nose and eyes in a weird way. He could feel the blood rushing to
his face. He wanted to think he wasn’t aroused already. Narancia was doing it
and Fugo felt like the action was hitting him harder already. He gulped loudly
as he watched Bruno’s head move towards Narancia’s. His eyes stayed on him.
Those eyes were making his chest feel weird. He stood glued in his place even
when Bruno moved his eyes away from him. He felt ignored.
Their faces were so close. His head moved forward to meet Narancia’s half open
mouth. Fugo’s head moved forward watching intently. Bruno kissed him. It was so
innocent and gentle. Just a peck on the lips, but it left Narancia moaning for
more. Those arms moved back up from trailing his chest and shoulders. They
tightened into a hug around his neck and shoulder, one hand cupping gently his
jaw line from under his hair.
He seemed to be pulling Bruno back in but Bruno went willingly. There was a
sharp sound of sticky lips opening and meeting. Bruno licked his lips, and in
the close range also Narancia’s. He tilted his head in and their teeth grazed.
Fugo’s thighs tightened together as he watched their open mouths. He could see
Narancia’s tongue hang out and meet Bruno’s. Bruno’s circled around his and
their tongues trailed over the inside of each other’s lips, occasionally the
tongues would meet and flick each other.
Fugo wondered how it tasted. The wet slobbery moaning he could hear from
Narancia’s open mouth made it sound delicious. He gulped, his mouth felt so
wet, he gulped again. He didn’t even realize his hand was already tugging at
his trousers trying to readjust himself more comfortably under the heat. As
Narancia moved in for more, Fugo peered forward to see more. Narancia was
ravenous. Their open-mouth kiss turned into a closed one. Fugo could only
imagine how they tongues were moving now. He shook his hips trying to loosen
how tight his trousers felt.
There was another click of mouths separating followed by a breathy whine.
Fugo’s eyes focused on the line of saliva that fell from Narancia’s open mouth.
His face… Fugo had only seen that expression in… in… lewd things. His mouth
continued to hang open and his eyes dreamily gazed into Bruno’s. Bruno licked
Narancia’s bottom lip once more then moved his head away, Narancia’s moved
forward whining still but moved back when he felt it was unwanted.
Narancia’s arms tightened then relaxed over his body and started to roam again
as he pushed his chest in more. His head nuzzled into Bruno’s neck and he
sighed out a few times when he realized he couldn’t kiss his covered neck. When
it looked like Narancia was ready to strip him, Bruno finally moved his hand
from the arms of the chair. He showed is palm out to Fugo. His fingers
beckoned.
Fugo watched his fingers. He was panicked. He wanted to join in and he was glad
he was being welcomed but he didn’t know what he wanted. What could he possibly
want Fugo to do that Narancia couldn’t? His breath hitched with panic. Bruno
was still looking away from Fugo. His head tilted up for Narancia’s head to
fit. His hand moved to his thigh and he stroked it. “Sit.”
Fugo looked at his lap. He wasn’t ready yet, and that just made Fugo suddenly
away of how heated his own crotch was just from that display. He gulped and
closed the gap hesitantly. Narancia titled his head to him, he looked aroused
too but he also seemed defensive. Fugo raised his knee onto the seat around
Bruno’s leg. It wouldn’t be comfortable, but he managed to hover himself over
Bruno’s lap. His back curved as he held himself up on the chairs back, he
managed to slide a leg through the chair arm. That immediately locked him into
place. He didn’t think it through. He couldn’t keep a distance anymore and he
ended sitting over his legs, barely missing having his groin meeting Bruno’s
lap.
It was more uncomfortable when he started to breathe heavily. He could feel his
half-hard dick twitch at the contact. He could also feel Bruno’s an inch away
from his own. He breathed heavier, looking down at Bruno’s chest and then
trailing down to his crotch. He couldn’t hide how bright he was blushing. Bruno
cupped his chin and moved his face towards his own. Fugo’s heart was thumping.
They kissed three times, like how Bruno had started to kiss Narancia, closed
sweet kisses. Fugo could feel Narancia’s close gaze staring at them waiting for
more. Fugo opened his mouth without thinking and that same hand on his chin
moved his head away.
Fugo couldn’t hide a hurt expression. Bruno wriggled under him, he moved down
slightly, back no longer straight up against the chair. Fugo hitched at the
thought of their crotches being closer. He was distracted from it when Bruno’s
other hand winded around Narancia’s waist. Narancia made a click in his mouth
out of confusion but he let Bruno move him, lead him. He stumbled slightly not
sure where Bruno was making him go. He was moved down only slightly and shoved
closer to Fugo. Even sitting on Bruno, Fugo was still higher than Narancia; but
not by much. Bruno’s hand moved from Narancia’s waist to his cheek, while his
hand on Fugo’s chin he moved their faces to look at each other. Bruno sat back
when he placed them where he wanted. He silently told them what to do by
leaving them. Cupping his chin, propping himself up nonchalantly with his elbow
on the chair’s arm.
Without thinking Fugo closed the gap. He pushed his lips out to meet Narancia’s
still half open ones. He closed his eyes and clicked open his mouth. He turned
his head in, and lapped his tongue at Narancia’s open mouth until he felt a wet
tongue meet his. His body leaned to the side to get closer and his hands
hovering over Narancia’s waist. He cupped his body into his hands. His lips
suckled against Narancia’s and reopened to continue lapping at his mouth
openly. He could feel Narancia’s body through his thin shirt. He trailed his
fingers and tried to visualize it.
He felt Narancia nip at his lips a few times until their tongues just met and
exchanged saliva. He was drooling from the open kiss. He tried to swallow but
he didn’t want to close his mouth so it dribbled down his chin. Narancia’s
hands hand grabbed at his longer hair. He was being pulled roughly how Narancia
wanted. His head was pulled slightly away and Narancia licked up the saliva
from his chin. He pulled his head into himself. Fugo let him pull. He clawed at
his hair in a frantic but firm way. He sucked and lapped at his mouth letting
out sounds of moans through his throat. Their lips clashed together roughly and
even thought Narancia was basically forcing his tongue down his throat,
completely closing the gap, he could still hear the wet slobbering sounds of
saliva and air bubbles escaping their mouths, dripping down. It was messy and
shameless.
While their bodies tried to lean closer and their arms clawed at each other
frantically. He squinted to look down. His breathing hitched which caused more
slobbery air bubbles to foam. His efforts to kiss got distracted as he hazily
looked at Bruno. Narancia kept kissing at the same pace. Bruno was still
cupping his chin but his other hand had found its way to his own crotch. He was
leisurely kneading around an area where a tent in his trousers had emerged only
inches away from Fugo’s own hard on. He watched with his full attention,
feeling his hips grind down in the direction. He wanted to close that gap and
find release for them both. Bruno’s mouth opened and he mouthed the word
“Continue.” at him.
Fugo tried to ignore the heat in his groin and how desperately he wanted to
touch that tent so he could turn back into Narancia’s mouth. He continued
kissing slobbery but his mind couldn’t focus on the thought alone. His hips
continued to roll down as he kissed. He tried to distract himself with the
taste of Narancia. It couldn’t be explained as a food. He knew the basics,
chemical reactions, how saliva could be used to judge a potential mate by
taste. He liked this taste. His thoughts continued to burn into his groin.
He could feel his dick twitch harder. His thoughts became messy. He thought
about how soft Narancia’s lips are, low fast and firm his tongue could move,
how wet and warm and deep his mouth seemed. He wanted to enter it, he pushed
his head in further kissing deeper into Narancia, trying to taste his way as
far into Narancia’s throat as possible. His hips jolted a few times. The
clicking of their lips aroused him further.
God, he just wanted to get deeper into that mouth, and not with his tongue. He
shunted his hips forward enough to graze with Bruno’s crotch. His hands moved
from Narancia’s waist and clutched at his hair and head. He pulled him in more.
Narancia squirmed under him but kept his tongue movements, becoming more
ravenous. Fugo felt a scratching feeling at his thigh. He held his head and
wired his fingers through his hair. He thought about that headband, how he
could hold onto it… How he wanted to just put his cock in Narancia’s mouth and
pull his head down to meet his balls and just keep him there, thrust into that
soft mouth. He started moaning loudly, but incoherently, into Narancia’s mouth,
dry humping his cock into Bruno’s lap. He felt a tug and then felt the familiar
– yet foreign – feeling of fingers over his cock, they felt so cold compared to
how hot his groin felt.
He suddenly gasped his head free from Narancia’s and moaned loudly. It was a
rough broken voice but soaked in wet sounds. Narancia continued to kiss at him,
trailing kisses over his cheek, licking his chin, and eventually moving to
sucking at his neck. “Bucc- Narh-!” He couldn’t finish it. He stared down,
hands clinging and tightening to Narancia’s shoulders as he watched to see what
had caused that feeling. He saw it, Bruno’s hand had moved from calming his own
arousal and had looped his hand into one of Fugo’s holes. He managed to stretch
it but he’d gotten his hand in and cupped the base of his cock. His thumb was
rubbing and his fingers teased. They didn’t give him a friction. His hips
jolted up into that hand. Bruno continued to fondle and play, massaging the
base, but it wasn’t enough and it ached.
It made him ache more as his hand tightened around the base. “N, Please!” He
didn’t want him to. He felt embarrassed that Bruno seemed to think this was
necessary. He was gripping tightly and Fugo was still sharp enough to grasp
that this wasn’t a favour. He was tightening his grip enough, he was trying to
slow the blood flow to his cock. Did he really think he’d come from just this?
Fugo felt so ashamed and embarrassed but he continued to press his chest to
Narancia, and continued to thrust his hips into that tight hand. Narancia’s
continued licks and kisses to his neck didn’t help calm him down. He eventually
heard a light chuckle from Bruno.
“That’s enough.” Narancia perked up, alert. It was almost as if he wasn’t aware
his make-out session had been involving a third until interruption. His tongue
stayed hanging out. Fugo stayed where he was, his hands releasing Narancia but
lingered still. Bruno’s hand was still tight around his base. Narancia
eventually peered over and noticed Bruno’s hand. He whined with jealously and
his legs made a show of wanting attention. Fugo was certain Narancia wouldn’t
want it so bad if he knew how badly Bruno was teasing him.
Bruno’s hand slowly released him and slipped out from the hole. He put his hand
back onto the arm.  “Off.” He continued.
Fugo whined and leaned forward, begging. He didn’t care how pathetic he was.
“No, Please, Buccellati I can last, I can last! I can control myself,
Buccellati please you know I can control myself. I can do anything for you-” He
cozied up to Bruno’s chest, he seemed like a shallow love interest from an old
1960s movie by clinging up to him. He rubbed his hands over him like how
Narancia did earlier. He felt so shallow and small but he couldn’t stop himself
grovelling. He didn’t want to get cast out. He didn’t want it to end and he
didn’t want Bruno to replace him anymore.
Bruno’s hand held onto his arm gently pushing him away. “I know.” Fugo
reluctantly followed backwards, awkwardly unhooking his leg from the chair and
stumbling backwards. He looked down avoiding Narancia’s looks at him. He didn’t
know what Narancia was thinking of him but he felt like it was judgmental.
Bruno’s hand guided him down, pushing him down firmly.
As Fugo fell to the floor before him, Bruno’s hand moved to cup his chin. Fugo
stared back at him. “That’s why you’re going to give your mouth to me, right?”
Bruno’s fingers traced his bottom lip, soaked with saliva, and then pushed two
fingers into his gaping mouth. Fugo’s mouth turned up into a smile around his
fingers. Narancia placed his hands on the arm of the chair and peered over to
look at Fugo, kneeling between Bruno’s legs. Fugo nodded frantically. He would
do his best.
Chapter End Notes
     for a bit i thought fugo was ooc being so pathetic but then i
     remembered he is pathetic.
***** I'll help you out. *****
Chapter Summary
     Blow jobs.
Narancia’s gaze on him was intense. Fugo didn’t return the stare but he could
see him out of the corner of his eyes. His looking felt like guilt. Fugo kept
his eyes on Bruno: that was his job now. He should give himself fully to his
superior; even if it was sexually, perhaps that’s why he was destined to be
replaced by Narancia. To be cast aside. He should be focusing on Bruno, he
should be thinking of nothing but Bruno, especially now. He couldn’t even do
that. While Fugo sucked on Bruno’s fingers all he could think about was
Narancia staring at him, leaning over that chair.
He felt so hot and flustered at the thought. He’s watching me. He’s looking at
me, Fugo, me, not Bruno, he’s looking at me and not Bruno. Is it because he
wants to be in my position? About to be graced with the opportunity to give my
all my mouth to Bruno? Does he really want to be looking at me? Am I just
there, a thing that could be replaced easily for him? Please… Fugo wanted him
to look at him, but he wanted to please his superior. Of course. He was a good
subordinate he’d been in the gang for years now, he wanted to prove his worth
so he wouldn’t be cast out so he could really feel like he deserved this home –
but… He really wanted Narancia to be impressed with him.
Fugo’s vision blurred around Bruno. He could only focus on sucking his fingers
and trying to see Narancia. Narancia was leaning over Bruno, so closely that
Fugo only needed to focus on his peripheral vision to see him. He had both
hands on the arm chair, puffing out his chest. There was rotation in his
shoulders. He was twitching slightly and Fugo could tell that meant that he was
rolling his hips slightly. Did I do that to him? His mouth was still open,
slightly ajar. His expression was of curiosity but the way his head tilted up,
and the way his eyes hung down. Fugo felt shamed, shunned, completely looked
down on by that expression. That dumb expression did so much to him. How his
lips and chin were still shining from the saliva that soaked him. He couldn’t
see more. He forced himself to imagine that his own saliva was still on him.
Fugo breathed out and felt like his heart followed his chest forward.
He moaned and tightened his sucking on the fingers Bruno had put in his mouth.
He sucked and then licked at them, tilting his head, closing his eyes. He felt
Bruno’s fingers move. Slowly leaving. He groaned at the thought of them
leaving. Asif being able to tell, Bruno thrust them back in, down to the
knuckles this time. Fugo sucked more. Bruno’s fingers curled inside his mouth
and his tongue met them. Tasting them. Fingers always tasted so different to
plain skin. Saltier. His fingers started to thrust gently into him. He rubbed
the roof of his mouth. Fugo moaned. He thought of Bruno alone and was happy to,
until he heard Narancia’s deep rough voice. He didn’t speak he just let out a
husky whine, a heavy hitch of breath caught up in a moan. Fugo started to bob
his head to Bruno’s fingers. He’d hoped Narancia’s groan was due to him but he
knew better. He’d never be that important to Narancia.
He opened his eyes. The first thing his eyes caught was Narancia’s face. His
expression was no longer so placid. He was gaping with dreamy eyes, begging. He
was no longer looking at Fugo, but he leaned over more. He was shaking more. He
gulped a few times and then turned his begging look directly to Bruno. Fugo
gulped down on Bruno’s fingers. His gaze left Narancia’s a looked at Bruno’s.
He wasn’t smiling, but something about his expression, how soft his eyebrows
were felt like it was his own way of smiling. Fugo couldn’t hide his whine. He
wanted to be more. He finally brought himself to look at what he knew it must
have been. While Fugo’s eyes had been shut Bruno has unzipped his trousers.
Fugo let out a moan of a different kind. He felt the first bud of pride all
night. He was certain he’d played some role in making Bruno half hard. Fugo
remembered the ache in his cock. Being shamed by Bruno had at least calmed him
down a bit but seeing Bruno’s… He felt a twitch of blood rushing to his cock.
It pressed against his trousers. He cursed inwardly; every twitch it made to
try and stand up pulled his thong harder into his ass cheeks. He thought about
it, taking in the shape of Bruno… He breathed heavily in a dreamy daze.
He wasn’t what Fugo expected. He was only half hard and already… From the angle
and to the best of Fugo’s ability – he couldn’t think to find the irony that
all the mathematics he had learnt would be put to this use – he seemed to be
between 6 to 7 inches. Fugo was more focused on how wide he was. His dick stood
at an angle, it twitched higher a few times and the throb… Fugo could only
anticipate how much bigger he could be. His mouth watered at the shape.
Fugo had seen censored dicks from his porn collection. Occasionally he’d see
those American pornos, the ones with the long thin circumcised dicks. For a
while he had thought his was weird for having a foreskin, but seeing one on
Bruno… He’d thought foreskins were ugly until he saw Bruno’s. Because of the
angle the head was curved down, facing him square in the eyes. This meant he
could see how wide he was, he wasn’t like those porn stars, a long cylinder; he
looked wide. Fugo could easily estimate around 2 inches top to bottom and 3 and
a half inches across. Wide. His eyes squinted with anticipation. If he didn’t
have Bruno’s fingers in him he would bite his lip. He felt like he had too much
saliva in his mouth, it was starting to wet his lips.
Those fingers finally moved out of his mouth, Fugo snapped his head back up to
look at Bruno’s face. He traced his lips once and gave him those same friendly,
welcoming eyes. Fugo smiled without thinking. Bruno’s hand came to hold is
cock’s base, if it was harder he might have to angle it at Fugo but instead he
held it steady. “Are you ready?” Fugo shuffled forward on his knees
instinctively, nodding repeatedly.
His breathing was anxious and short. His eyes hooded, being even closer to it,
knowing it was about to happen. He felt so happy, that happiness naturally
twitched to his cock. His heart thumped and it felt like it was budding, ready
to erupt. The build-up and all his anxiety would almost be over, he was wanted.
He was needed. Bruno wanted him, he wanted him to please him. He wanted him.He
gulped and felt like there was a stone in his mouth.
He hesitated. His mouth opened and… “Um… Buccellati.. C… Can I… It’s not yet
hard is it… Are you?” Narancia’s voice was loud and firm, even though he was
stuttering. Fugo’s head snapped back up, his expression couldn’t betray his
worry. Fugo’s eyebrows turned to thrown and he couldn’t help but shake his
head. “I mean… Wouldn’t it feel better if you were?” Damn it. It doesn’t
matter. I can make him hard. Stop it!
Narancia’s body leaned in closer without an answer. He looked at Bruno as his
hand reached out. Bruno paused, and for Fugo that pause felt like an hour. He
eventually gave a courteous nod. Fugo stayed glued in his place. Narancia’s
hand moved out and hovered around the base of Bruno’s cock, his hand was so
close to Fugo’s face. The desperation showed in Fugo’s face, he inched forward
barely holding himself back. He pouted desperately but neither of them looked
at him. Narancia’s hand finally tightened around. Bruno slipped his hand away
under his, brazing his fingers. He made an audible breath. It was calming to
hear.
Narancia looked at Bruno and began to pump him. His eyes moved back and as soon
as both Narancia’s and Fugo’s gaze were locked on his dick a breathy moan
escaped Bruno’s nose. His thigh violently twitched. Narancia’s hand rolled up
by the wrist, moving up from the base and stretching his foreskin over the head
again before pulling it back down with each thrust. He pumped him slowly for a
while.
Eventually he leaned in further, he held himself up with putting his hand on
the opposite arm. His stares were powerful and transfixed. Bruno made another
sound of approval. Narancia’s finger moved to the head. He poked softly at the
slit, he then rubbed it a few times. He played specifically with his head from
a distance until Bruno’s cock slipped from his grasp. It stood higher and
throbbed free from his finger’s playing. Fugo licked his lips. He was so… so…
close.
Narancia took his hand back and licked his palm a few times. He looked confused
at his palm, and spat on it. He grabbed at Bruno’s cock enthusiastically. His
hips shunted forward as he did. He held his dick up and squeezed a few times,
moaning softly as he did. Bruno’s cock pulsed in response.
Fugo’s breath was hot and wet and so close it touched his cock, combined with
the saliva’s wetness… Bruno’s cock twitched further up in response. Narancia
started to pump him faster, between every full stroke his dick got harder and
stood higher. He would squeeze every time he got to the base and had to ‘put
his elbow into it’ just to keep pace.
Bruno hummed out a moan as his hand kept pace. He wriggled slightly, moving his
hips up. Fugo’s hands ended up on Bruno’s thighs and he leaned his head on a
thigh. Softly he started humping air, watching Narancia’s actions intently. He
wanted to suck it, he wanted to touch himself. He wanted that motion… But he
wouldn’t. He wouldn’t do that. He wanted to prove himself to Bruno, he wanted
to be a good boy and save himself. He wanted to prove he wasn’t so easy. He
would last… For Bruno. Bruno’s hand reached down below Narancia’s and he whined
softly as he untucked his balls out from the slit in his trousers. “N… Rancia,
that’s enough.”
Fugo’s eyes were transfixed. He didn’t even hear him. He looked shocked when
Narancia’s hand slowed, stopped and reluctantly moved away. Narancia stayed
hovering between Bruno and his cock (and Fugo), for a reluctantly short while
before moving back to leaning over on just one side of the chair. Bruno was
about ready to speak, ready to reach out and cup Fugo’s chin into starting but
he stopped. His hips reflexively rolled up slightly. He wathed Fugo draw
circled on his inner thigh as he leaned his head on the other. Head lulling and
mouth open, tongue lightly wetting his dry lips. Bruno watched Fugo’s
transfixed state.
“Fuuugo..!” Narancia snapped out before either of them could take action. He
growled in his voice. He couldn’t help but interrupt, the pause was killing
him.
Fugo jolted alert. He looked shocked to notice Narancia had finished. He sat up
straight immediately. His upbringing showed in his posture. Narancia seemed to
expect Bruno to be as angry as him at the pause, but Bruno just lifted a hand
to indicate it was ok. Fugo hesitated again. He looked up at Bruno. Their eyes
caught and for once Narancia felt like he was being left out. He irritably
clicked his cheek. It was almost as if they were conveying something silently –
but they weren’t.
Fugo kept his fingers balled around his knees as he inched in. This can’t be so
hard…He’d watched it a billion times. His lips separated and he pressed his
tongue through his lips, inching forward until he made contact. He licked it.
The texture and taste was completely different from fingers. While he did he
heard a hum of disapproval from Narancia. He closed his eyes, closing it out.
He slowly took the head into his mouth. He sucked. He rolled his lips around
and lapped his tongue around and under the head. He heard Bruno make a hitch of
breath, and hummed in response.
He bobbed his head slightly, sucked, then breathed out his nose a few times.
Ok… Ok, he could do this. He knew the principle, just breathe through your
nose. Focus on breathing. Without the ability to gulp for nerves he went for
it. He inched his head further down, shuffling his knees and finally placing
his hands on Bruno’s thighs for support. He managed to get 2 inches in before
taking a break, he breathed. One… Two… one two… He started to bob, if he
couldn’t get it all in at once he would at least do what he could to please
Bruno. He puffed out his cheeks and rotated his mouth. He licked his tongue out
and tried to move it left and right. Bruno hummed. He could feel Bruno’s dick
on the roof of his mouth.
He pushed down again. He felt his heart thump in his chest as he tried to get
his head further down. He focused on his breathing and managed to get much
further. He could estimate about three quarters. His lips were stretched wider
than he was used to. He failed to consider that. He tried to gulp but it almost
made him gag. He breathed quickly and tried to push himself further down… His
eyes started to tear up and he could feel himself gagging. He calmed himself.
One… Two. One. Two. One, two. He focused on breathing.
Damn it this would have been easier if Narancia hadn’t jerked him off. He would
glare at him if his eyes weren’t watering so much. Even opening them his vision
couldn’t see right. He choked in a sharp breath through his nose. He could feel
the tears dribbling down. He started to bob but stopped when he realized how
hard it was to keep himself from gagging. Did he just need to focus on
adjusting? He didn’t know what to do at all. All knowledge of the subject fell
out of his mind through panic.
“Oh, hooy, ohhy! Look, he’s crying, he’s crying! Are you ok?” He gulped and
sputtered out a slight choke around Bruno’s dick. Shut up! Narancia just shut
the fuck up! Don’t pretend to care for me! This is your fault! He felt a hot
boil of anger in the pit of his lungs. As a fight he started to bob his head
more. His eyes squeezed shut and more tears ran out just so he could spite
Narancia. He couldn’t tell but Narancia had folded his arms on the chair’s arm
and rested his face on them, watching up close.
He reached out and patted the side of Fugo’s head, stroking his hair softly.
Fugo couldn’t tell who it was. “Wait there Fugo.” Narancia’s voice was soft and
friendly. It reminded him of the times they’d studied together. Fugo didn’t
even realize he’d complied. Narancia’s hand reached out to his puffed out
cheek. He stroked off a tear and then used his thumb to rub the tears out of
Fugo’s eyes. “There, better?” Fugo’s lips rolled out and he opened his eyes.
His eyes rolled for a moment. He then managed to look up. Bruno’s expression
was the same as always but Narancia was smiling. Narancia whispered close, Fugo
couldn’t tell if it was loud enough for Bruno to hear or not. “You can do it,
keep going.”
Fugo couldn’t help but smile around Bruno’s cock. He blushed. He also hated it.
He hated the thought of being treated like he didn’t know what he was doing,
but he also loved those kind words. Those words were for him. He sucked harder,
rolling his tongue around and began to bob his head. Narancia’s hand stayed on
his head. He couldn’t go further down, he accepted that. He eased out and inch.
That would be his safe distance. He sucked hard and slowly pulled up to the
head. He released it with a pop and licked it momentarily. He was off just for
a second but it was long enough for Narancia to whisper in a“Good job.”He
pushed his head down on Bruno’s cock again, going to his designated mark and
pulling back up, he sucked as he came up, and a breath from Bruno indicated
that was good. He tried to move his tongue when moving down but occasionally
forgot. He gagged again, forgetting to breathe, and then continued. “There
there…”
His pace improved and Narancia’s hand moved from his head, propped his own head
up again and reached out his other hand. He held the base with it, stroking up
in short strokes to where Fugo’s mouth could reach. Bruno let out an “Aaah.”His
thighs tightened slightly. Fugo continued as best as he could, his eyes started
to water again. Narancia’s eyes stayed glued on him. He felt suddenly as if he
was the centre of attention.  His cock pulsed.
He thought he was doing well when. “A… Fugo… Fugo.” That didn’t quite sound
like the usual moans. Bruno’s hand reached to his head and stayed him. Fugo
looked up. Bruno’s lips curled. He looked away. He pursed his lips a few times
and then spoke. “Teeth.” He seemed like he was unable to keep quiet about it.
Fugo took a while to register. He let his cock pop out of his mouth in
embarrassment. Bruno’s hand rubbed his hair. But? But he didn’t have a choice…
Bruno was so wide in him he couldn’t not…He flushed with embarrassment. He
couldn’t open his mouth wider.No shit! It would be painful! Fuck damn it! Bruno
looked away, he seemed embarrassed for him.
Fugo couldn’t think as fast as usual under the panic. He turned to Narancia
with a bewildered look. Narancia stuttered out a few words of reassurance.
“It’s fine, look, just… just do this!” He popped open his mouth and pointed.
With a slurping sound he suckered his lips around his teeth. “S-gh-ee?” Fugo
watched and gave a small short nod. Ok, ok, he could do this. He breathed in,
suckered in his lips and then opened his mouth, stretching his lips around his
teeth. Narancia nodded and Fugo stretched his lips around Bruno’s cock again.
He could feel his nose stretch and crumple in a really uncomfortable way. Bruno
breathed out a nod and he attempted to start up the same pace again. He
couldn’t go very far down, Narancia’s hand made up for the difference. He
thought he was doing alright for a while. Eventually he got back into the
rhythm of bobbing his head and churning his tongue. Until his lips popped out
from covering his teeth. He didn’t even notice. It was uncomfortable to keep
them over his lips and meant he had to keep his mouth open further. He was so
caught up in the motions he didn’t even register giving up until he heard an
irritant groan from Bruno again.
“T… Teeth, Fugo.”
He looked up, gaping around his cock. Narancia’s silence was deathly, he looked
away from Fugo; embarrassed for him. He looked away from Fugo, Bruno’s
expression was showing a slight physical pain and there was a hint of pain from
looking at Fugo; or at least that’s what Fugo saw it as. Narancia shifted and
moved around the chair and rested behind Fugo. Fugo felt he’d lost his chance
and moved his mouth off, hanging his head. Narancia kneeled behind him, close
behind him. He began to shuffle his leg’s backwards to leave so Narancia could
take over, when Narancia’s arms tangled around him.
His hands coiled around him and looped his fingers into his mouth. He turned
his head up and Fugo’s body pushed back into Narancia’s. Narancia kneeled
higher and thrust his hips against him, pressing into his pushed out ass. He
pulled at his lips again and separated his fingers. Fugo’s mouth hang open
wider than he could usually stretch, unwillingly he began to slobber, tongue
hanging out. He made wet breathing noises.
Narancia pressed his body against Fugo’s. He groaned and rolled his clothed
hard on against Fugo’s ass again. Fugo couldn’t make a coherent sound. “I’ll do
it.” Narancia whispered into his ear and then peered around his shoulder. He
pressed him forward with his body weight, turning his shoulders down to slouch.
Fugo made a muddled sound and rolled his ass back as he caught onto what
Narancia was doing. He tugged again, pulling Fugo’s mouth wide and then pushed
Bruno’s cock into Fugo’s throat.
Fugo made more muffled sounds. His eyes rolled back as inch by inch that cock
went down his mouth once more. Once he reached that same spot he’d stopped
before Narancia tugged harshly and forced his head. “Keep going.” He was stern
and demanding, his voice sounded bitter and impatient.
When Fugo flinched back Narancia thrust his hips forward. Fugo was pushed
forward. Without any control over the action he could taste everything. He
could feel each throb of Bruno’s cock, each reflective tightening of his own
mouth, and he could feel the head rubbing against the back of his throat. His
throat stuffed up. He wasn’t gagging, it felt like in the middle of a gulp of
water, and he felt so thirsty for more. It felt unbelievably good to feel the
entire girth of him in his throat, pushing down, filling him up. His hips
rolled back and his nose breathed heavily with a moan. His nose pressed up
against Bruno’s stomach. “There, that wasn’t so hard.” Narancia’s words were
kind but laced with a rude snarl. Fugo moaned again around his cock. He could
feel Narancia’s fingers pulling his mouth open, rubbing against the cock as
they did, and cushioning the teeth.
Bruno hummed. “Better.” Fugo didn’t feel like that compliment had anything to
do with him. He felt like he was just being used. His ass pushed harder back,
trying to feel Narancia’s dick between his cheeks. He hated how heavy the
fabric of his trousers were. He couldn’t feel it fully grinding against him.
Narancia pulled his head up and started pushing him down in thrusts, hard,
violent, forceful thrusts, and Fugo loved it. His droll spilled out wetting
Bruno’s cock and his eyes watered, he couldn’t help his nose from running. He
looked up through wet and blurry vision at Bruno. He couldn’t see him fully but
he looked pleased. Fugo moaned again.
Fugo’s breathing fastened, and his hips pushed harder against Narancia’s, who
returned thrusts just as forceful as the pushing on his head. Fugo couldn’t
keep track of the time in a euphoric state. He moaned as his head was pushed
further into Bruno’s cock. He overheard Narancia’s voice. It was directed at
Bruno. His voice cracked with lust and he paused between and in the middle of
words to roll his hips at Fugo’s ass. Fugo found himself lost in Narancia’s
domineering attitude. “Bu..Ccellat… ti, Can I, can I… Can I plea… … se… Do it,
show him how to do it… Buccellati, …….ca!-…. Let me blow you.”
There was a pause, Narancia was focused on pushing his hips and Fugo’s mouth
down as he waited. Bruno mused on the question for a prolonged time. Composing
his breathing. He cupped his chin and watched Fugo’s slobbering face around his
cock. “I…” He breathed, tightening his thighs. “I suppose that’s only fair.”
Narancia erupted with a begging, “Ooooh! Tha- aaaa  -nk you!” immediately
yanking Fugo off of his cock, pushing forward (and Fugo), he pulled Fugo into
his arms, holding him back. Fugo stuttered to catch his breath, his entire face
wet from tears and slobber. He gaped open lustfully looking at them. Narancia
thrust against him a few more times, pushing him further forward. He got close
enough. Keeping him in his arms he pushed Fugo to the side so he could reach
over his back. Bruno opened his legs further. Narancia hummed.
He eventually gave up on keeping Fugo up and within looking distance. He didn’t
care, but he wanted that pressure still against his dick. He pushed Fugo down
by his head, shoving him below the chair, Fugo’s hips pushed up. He held a hand
on his ass, keeping it in line with his hips, pushing into them to make sure it
was the right cushioning still. With the other hand he cupped Bruno’s balls.
Bruno hummed a laugh at the irony of pushing Fugo out of the way, but he didn’t
care full-heartedly for the acting; and Fugo was already a moaning mess just
from getting dry humped.
Narancia licked his lips, closed his eyes, and then trailed kisses over the
shaft of Bruno’s cock. Bruno raised an eyebrow bemused, waiting to see what
he’d do. The teasing friction caused him to jerk his hips. Narancia hummed a
laugh. He opened his mouth, tiled, covering his lips around the shaft. He used
his fingers to massage Bruno’s balls. He sucked the side of his cock wetting it
then let go. He licked at the tip a few times, rolling his tongue around the
underside of his head. He then steadied his breathing; taking a pause to roll
his hips harder against Fugo’s ass.
Without any more delay he engulfed Bruno’s cock in his mouth, managing to push
his entire length down his throat in one movement. He heard Bruno gave a breath
of relief. He got to the bottom, his nose pressed against his skin, and he
moaned around him, he rotated his lips, sucking and twirling his tongue. It
didn’t last long before he pulled off to the tip, bobbed, then pushed all the
way down. He started deep throating relentlessly, his hips rolling in pace.
Bruno gave a groan. “Good.” Narancia kept a pace, his fingers playing with his
balls. Bruno began rolling his hips up slightly.
Narancia’s hands left playing with him and he started multitasking. Sloppily
playing with his belt buckle, pulling it off then unbuttoning his trousers. He
tugged the zip down roughly. His breathing became short and fast. He opened his
eyes and stared right into Bruno’s eyes. He never broke pace. He tugged harder
and managed to pull his trousers down, fiddling his hand with his underwear and
pushing out his cock into the cool air. He moaned into Bruno’s cock, sending
vibrations down to Bruno’s spine.
He squeezed his cock and then started to jerk himself off. He moved his hand in
intervals matching his head. He was much slower at paying attention to his own
cock. He was holding back. He moaned again, and when he felt that soft fabric
below him wiggle. He closed his eyes. He slowed his deep throating and payed
more attention to using his tongue to pleasure Bruno, if only for a moment he
slowed. Bruno continued to roll his hips into him.
Narancia’s hands found their way to Fugo’s ass. He kneaded at his ass, pushing
the fabric of his coat out of the way. He was feeling his way since he couldn’t
see. He tried to rub his hands to find a hole close enough but it seemed Fugo’s
holes stopped at a logical place. He groaned. His hand pushed his ass cheeks
together a few times then pulled him roughly, forcing him into an angle and
place he wanted, Fugo complied. He took his hand to his cock. It would be
ambitious and stupid – Fugo might even snap – to try, perhaps the lack of holes
preventing him was a blessing in disguise. But he was too consumed with lust to
think ‘smart’ anyway. He rubbed his cock against those ass cheeks, then pushed
Fugo’s cheeks around himself. He was lucky his ass still had enough fat to
cause a fiction through clothes. Oh that soft feeling, his suit fabric was so
soft and inviting against his cock. He thrusted harder and started the effort
of deep throating again.
He matched the motions this time. Fugo continued to push his ass back, wanting
more fiction. Eventually after some time of thrusting against him and bobbing
his head Narancia’s hands slipped and his cock fell out from the cheeks. The
sudden jolt caused an ache and he whined around Bruno’s cock. He pushed Fugo
forward and leaned back, he kept his head around Bruno’s cock even though his
lack of attention showed and caused Bruno to give a slight cough. He moved his
cock in-between Fugo’s spread legs. He pushed them together. Fugo complied,
even though the position ached his knees.
He started up his pace again, thrusting his cock between Fugo's legs, he
managed to rub his tip against Fugo’s clothed balls, and the changing softness
and stickiness between Fugo’s fabric and his holed-out pants. He was slick with
sweat and Narancia groaned. He gave rough movements, not caring about where his
cock hit; it all felt good.
He sucked harshly and licked as he pushed his head into Bruno’s cock, whose
hips met his halfway with the thrusts. A few of Narancia’s own thrusts managed
to get hooked into the holes and brushed against Fugo’s balls. Fugo moaned
loudly in a throaty broken voice. It would have been uncomfortable if his
fabric wasn’t so soft.
Ohhhh he wanted to ruin that fabric – but he didn’t want to cum yet. He wanted
to win.He wanted to win then he could each of Fugo’s holes one by one. Narancia
was distracted from that thought when Bruno’s body flinched. He went from his
impassive attitude of composure to curving his back. He grabbed onto Narancia’s
head and pulled him down. Narancia’s hips jolted.
Bruno’s legs tensed and he lifted himself up from the seat, hovering as he
thrust – no shoved his cock further down his throat at his own pace. Narancia
let him. He focused on moving his tongue as much as he could against him, and
brought his hands back, cupping his balls and spreading his fingers to the
base.
Bruno’s thrusting got sharper and faster and his breathing betrayed him,
sharpened breaths. He ended up cuddling Narancia’s head into his crotch and
pumped into him as fast as possible. He let out a series of “ooh”s and
“aaaah”s. His eyes closed and Narancia could feel his cock twitching inside
him. He moaned as he noticed the trickling heat that met the thrusts, running
down his throat.
Bruno started to pull out while he continued to cum, until just the top half of
his cock was in Narancia’s sucking mouth. Narancia sucked hard, lapping his
tongue and letting the cum meet with his tongue. Salty and tangy. Bruno watched
him and eventually his body relaxed, falling back into his chair. Narancia’s
mouth freed from his cock as Bruno’s cock softened around his lips. He hung his
mouth open staring dreamily at Bruno. Lapping his tongue around swirling the
cum in his mouth enjoying the taste. Showing off to Bruno how much he wanted
it. Bruno made loudly approving hums, his cock twitching slightly as it
softened down at the sight.
Once it was clear to him Bruno was done, Narancia closed his mouth into a
smile, and swallowed. He leaned forward – completely disregarding Fugo. He
stilled his hips and cupped his chin over Bruno’s lap. “Is there anything else
I can do for you?” He gazed lazily into Bruno’s eyes; content despite his still
hard on stuck between Fugo’s shaking legs. Bruno’s hand curled between his
hairs and rubbed his cheek. Hazily humming into the afterglow.
Bruno looked down at Fugo – or the part of him that was still visible – his
ass. He hummed. “I’ll need some time… But him…” He trailed off and rubbing his
thumb over Narancia’s cheek. “I could think of something entertaining for the
meantime.”
End Notes
     Written because of this flash back bit in purple haze feedback:
     "You can call me Fugo. We're even."
     "Sure I can't talk you into calling me 'sir'?"
     ...back then, Fugo and Narancia were on even ground. Buccellati had
     saved them both. They were both working to pay him back. There was
     little difference between them.
     Which of them was superior? Narancia had been convinced age was most
     important.
     Fugo would have to find the answer for himself.
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