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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:
      Giorno_Giovanna/Guido_Mista
  Character:
      Giorno_Giovanna, Guido_Mista
  Additional Tags:
      30_Day_OTP_Challenge
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-02-11 Updated: 2015-03-27 Chapters: 6/30 Words: 6582
****** fiore aperto ******
by doctorferdinand
Summary
     Decided to go with giomis bc IM REALLY FEELING IT.
     Marking as underage just on principle. I don't really have a set age
     in mind, but anytime after the events of part 5.
     Some chapters will be relatively short, but not all B).
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** pigro (naked cuddling) *****
It was a lazy afternoon. Sunlight beamed into the bedroom through huge window
panes and the nearby, open balcony door. A light breeze flew inside, making
clean white curtains dance against wood and glass.
On the opposite side of the room, a young mafia boss shivered as the wind
tickled his skin. His response was to pull the plush covers of the bed further
over him, and also to nuzzle into the chest of his partner. He rubbed his face
into the rough patch of hair before him, letting his hands wrap around the
other's waist.
"Mmm....Mista," he said lazily, "keep me warm."
Mista chuckled beneath him, wrapping his arms around his lover.
"You can be so fucking adorable, Giorno," he began, voice soft. He let his gaze
traverse from the boy beneath him to the open door, looking into the sunset
before finishing his thought, "when we're alone..."
Giorno ceased his snuggling immediately, daring to look Mista. He screwed up
his eyebrows, looking absolutely appalled. “When we’re alone? And what, per se,
is that supposed to mean, Mista? Are you implying that I’m not always
adorable??”
“You’re scary when you’re in don mode,” Mista replied, yawning, and receiving a
soft punch in the stomach from Giorno. Mista groaned at the action,
purposefully playing up his pain. “I take it back - you’re terrifying now,
too.”
Giorno laughed and let himself fall back onto the other, kissing his neck
gently. “Terrifying,” he repeated, “says the one whose bullets never miss…”
He crossed his arms over one another in front of him, letting his chin rest
upon the place where his hands met. His clear blue eyes stared adoringly into
Mista’s brown ones and he smiled. His eyelids were slightly lowered, eyelashes
brushing his cheeks ever so softly. “I love you,” he said quietly.
Mista could do little more than stare back at the other and swallow, enthralled
by Giorno’s beauty. He reached to run a hand through Giorno's wavy, unkempt
hair. It had long ago been let loose from it’s tight braid. “I love you, too.”
The gunman placed his nose against Giorno’s hair and breathed in the scent.
Floral and sweet - a complete contradiction to what the boy did for a living.
The smell was lovely and arousing, and Mista could feel himself stirring
beneath the blankets and Giorno’s body.
“Mista….”. Giorno reached a hand down to touch him, feeling his own body react
to their closeness. He grinded half-heartedly into Mista’s leg and felt his
lover laugh.
“You can do better than that, Giovanna.”
Giorno chuckled as he gave into Mista’s taunt, relishing in the calm of the
afternoon.
***** tortura (naked kissing) *****
It was late when Giorno and Mista returned home that evening - night had fallen
upon the cityscape long ago, but while many citizens were already in their beds
asleep, the two young men were wide awake. They’d gone to see a movie, which
had honestly been a terrible bore. It’d been slow, and very few other people
were in the theater with them. The pair had chosen to sit in the back for two
main reasons: so that they could keep an eye on the people before them lest any
danger sprung up, and so they could sit more closely together, explore one
another in the dark. There was still a deep red mark below Mista’s turtleneck,
a souvenir that Giorno had left in possessive arousal. As they opened the door
to home, the blond grinned at the thought of that mark, hiding on Mista’s skin.
The entire way home, he’d been unable to keep his hands off the other, and vice
versa. They’d sat in the back of the car behind the partition that separated
them from their driver, and had run fingertips down one another’s bodies,
sighing and breathing heavily the whole way home. At this point, they were
nearly about to burst with pent-up, sexual energy.
As soon as they walked inside, Giorno shoved Mista against the wall, pulling
his shirt off and running nails down the brunet’s chest.
“God ….Giorno”, Mista groaned, his hands clumsily reaching for the zipper of
his boss’s jacket. Giorno placed his face against Mista and smiled into his
skin before biting playfully at a raised nipple. At that, Mista immediately
grabbed the other and lifted him into his arms, Giorno wrapping his arms around
Mista’s neck and legs around his waist. The older boy walked them back to the
bedroom and dropped Giorno onto the bed, landing over him, arms on either side
of the blond’s head.
Giorno quickly raised his hands to unbuckle Mista’s belt, his pupils blown
wide, surrounded by only a tiny circle of bright blue iris.
“Help me,” he whispered loudly, with no real reason to not speak out loud.
Still, Mista grabbed his pants and underwear and helped Giorno remove them in
one action. Giorno swallowed at the sight of Mista’s tumescence, already
completely hard - red and veiny. He could completely understand the torture of
so much foreplay in a movie theater where they couldn’t actually do anything.
His own cock was desperate to be freed from being held tight beneath his
slacks. He eagerly helped Mista to remove them, finally sighing as he was
released. He was a lot smaller than Mista, but it hardly mattered. His ego
raised when he saw Mista’s lips part at the sight of him, solid and longing.
Giorno grabbed Mista’s shoulders tightly. “Stop staring and fucking kiss me,”
he said into the night, desperate.
“Needy,” Mista whispered back playfully before leaning down and capturing the
don’s lips with his own. He let his tongue explore every part of Giorno’s
mouth, tasting him, relishing in the blond's moans into their kiss. Giorno
lowered himself down the bed slightly, so that he could grind against Mista’s
thigh. He felt Mista grunt into his mouth and returned the noise with a
whimper. Mista’s toes curled at the feeling of his lover’s hardness against
him.
“God,” he said, voice wavering, “you want me so bad.”
Giorno slyly slid a hand beneath Mista’s legs and gave his cock a tug.
“You’re one to talk, aren’t you…”. He released the other and placed his warm
hands against Mista’s cheeks, biting down on Mista's bottom lip. “You wanted me
to touch you all night, but for that comment, you can just use your own hand~.”
Mista grinned into the kiss. “Like you can keep yours off me….”
In the end, Mista was right. The two continued the evening unable to keep
themselves from relishing in carnal bliss.
***** ammutolito (first time) *****
Chapter Summary
     Happy V-Day Guys <333
Valentine’s Day.
The pair had been on their own for the holiday, hoping that no danger would
come looking for them, but staying aware all the same. If Mista had ever
considered what his first date with Giorno would be like on such a ridiculous
and corny holiday, he would have laughed. Whenever he’d gone on dates before,
he’d tried to purposely avoid Valentine’s Day, knowing that if he were to take
any girl out to a restaurant, the waiters would insist upon him paying high
prices in order to make his date happier and to make their night more
“romantic”. He’d fallen into the trap the first time he’d taken a girl out on
Valentine’s Day, and had been cursing himself for nights afterward. Now,
however, there was plenty of money to spend on such luxuries, and after Mista
had collected himself enough to go ask Giorno where he’d like to go to dinner,
he smiled within his mind, considering the type of restaurant the blond would
prefer for a romantic holiday dinner.
Still, Giorno wasn’t the type of person who expected an elaborate display of
~love~ or for his date to expend an extravagant amount of money on him.
Although he was fine with traditional aspects of the holiday, on this day he
didn’t desire Mista to be anything other than the Mista he usually was. Which
is why, when Mista had awkwardly asked if Giorno wanted to go out to dinner
that evening, Giorno had shook his head, lips pursed, and had merely stated
that he wanted to be alone with Mista without any extra bells and whistles.
Mista had been taken aback at first, but still handed over the Perugina Baci
he’d gotten for the other. It was a cheap gift, but adorable all the same.
Giorno had giggled before taking a pin from his hair and turning it into a
single, long red rose. He’d handed it to Mista.
“For you,” he’d smiled.
“Lovely,” Mista had said, somewhere between sarcasm and sincerity.
Mista had run his fingers through his hair as he casually smelled the rose
before looking down at Giorno.
“So….what do you want to do tonight instead?”
Giorno had put a finger to his lip, cocking his head thoughtfully. Despite this
play, there was a shine in his eyes that told Mista the boss had already
decided exactly what he wanted to do that evening. Even with that inkling,
Mista's face had grown red and he'd shivered at Giorno’s touch as the blond
circled him, letting fingers run ever so gently against his neck. The boy had
leaned in close to Mista, letting his lips graze against the brunet’s neck
softly. In a sultry tone, and with his arms beginning to wrap around his
underboss, he whispered into Mista’s ear.
“I want…you.”
Every bit of blood that had made Mista’s face blush instantly traveled between
his legs, and he placed his arms against Giorno’s hips as the other bit into
the delicate skin of his neck. Mista’s fingers explored the area right above
Giorno’s belt, easily tickling the skin there.
“Y-yeah, GioGio….” his voice wavered, “sounds….good.”
He was falling deeper into Giorno’s spell as the blond allowed his mouth to
travel upwards, pecking right beneath Mista’s chin before pulling the other's
lips into a passionate kiss. Mista reciprocated completely, his hands sliding
up beneath Giorno’s shirt, nails leaving shallow crescent moons against his
boss's pale skin.
“Giorno….”, he said, pulling away for a moment, “we should get on the bed.”
Without saying a word, Giorno began to move backwards, pulling Mista back into
the kiss and with him, not letting the brunet’s lips escape his own. When he
felt the back of his body hit the edge of the bed, he sighed into the kiss
before finally releasing, letting himself be lifted onto the mattress by
Mista’s strong arms. The gunman climbed onto the bed as well and fell over
Giorno, the other boy looking up at him with half-lidded, clear blue eyes. As
Mista ran a hand up the other’s face and into his hair, Giorno helped to loosen
his own soft curls, hair falling against the pillow and splaying out
luxuriously beneath the two boys. Mista’s lips parted ever so softly at the
sight.
“Good God, GioGio….”
“Hmmmmm…..?”
Giorno’s pink lips turned slightly upward at the corners as he stared up at
Mista’s soft brown eyes. The elder of the two finally closed his mouth.
“It’s….nothing. You’re just….the most….gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen in my
life.”
The blond chuckled before pulling Mista’s mouth back down to his, using his
tongue to part the plump lips and running it against teeth. He then let his
tongue roam against the walls of Mista’s mouth, Mista trying desperately to
overtake Giorno and do the same. Eventually, they were both laughing to the
kiss, realizing that neither of them was going to back down.
When the two finally pulled away, Mista let a hand fall down to Giorno’s smooth
hair, pulling it teasingly.
“Nnnnnn…..get your clothes off already, Mista….”
Mista chuckled, leaning down to bite gently into Giorno’s neck, issuing a hiss
from the younger boy.
“Get yours off, Giovanna,” he teased.
Neither of them needed to speak another word as their hands grasped at one
another, shirt and jacket and slacks being taken off without any care for the
undoubtedly expensive garments.
When they were both completely nude, the arousal was more than apparent on
both. Giorno’s face was filled with a deep blush that fell down his clavicle
and further onto his chest. The only other part of his body that was remotely
similar in color was his cock, small and completely erect. Mista’s body was
already covered in a light sheen of nervous sweat, his own prick standing at
attention, thick and ready.
“Mista,” Giorno said softly, “there’s a bottle inside the nightstand.”
The brunet raised an eyebrow. “Already prepared, weren’t ya?”
“I may have given today a little thought….”
They grinned at one another and Mista reached for the nightstand drawer,
opening it and pulling out the bottle, tipping it back and forth, looking at
the liquid inside. Satisfied, he opened the bottle and let a few drops fall
onto his length. At the sensation, his cock twitched, and Giorno’s pupils blew
wider at the effect. He let out a dramatic, impatient sigh and Mista took the
hint, running his hand against his dick and lubing himself up properly.
Positioning himself back over Giorno, he squeezed out another few drops of
liquid onto his finger before letting it fall between the blond’s legs, seeking
out his hole. He eased his finger against the boy, who swallowed at the cold
feeling against his ass, but also reacted with a wiggle against the digit. With
a focused look on his face, the brunet let his finger slide into Giorno slowly.
“Is this okay, GioGio?” Mista's voice was barely above a whisper.
For a moment Giorno remained silent, his only movement being the rise and fall
of his chest as he relaxed himself. Finally…
“Yes….further....”
Mista obeyed, letting his finger slide deeper into the boy beneath him. He felt
Giorno shift a few times before suddenly jerking and letting out a moan. Mista
grinned, growing excited.
“Looks like I found something you like, huh….”
Giorno glared up at him momentarily.
“Another.” The word left his lips as a whimper.
After sliding a second finger in, Mista moved the digits around, opening his
boss up in order to further prepare him. Mista's length was quite a bit bigger
than two fingers, so the gunman let himself explore, widening Giorno’s hole,
stretching and teasing. With every pulse inward, he’d let his fingertips graze
against the spot that had caused such an intense reaction in the other,
relishing in each similarly elicited response.
With glassy eyes, Giorno looked up. There was a light layer of sweat on his
brow, blond curls sticking to his skin. A few drops of saliva rested at the
corner of his mouth and he looked absolutely erotic this way. MIsta could
hardly wait any longer, which is why he was so thankful when Giorno finally
opened his mouth to speak again.
“Please...." he whispered, "...just fuck me.”
Within seconds, Mista had his dick pressed up against Giorno’s entrance, his
heart pounding in his chest as he watched Giorno grasp the bed covers in
anticipation. Slowly, he entered, his eyes shutting tightly and his mouth
letting out a sigh at the moan Giorno let out below him.
The blond whimpered as Mista began to move - Giorno was so, so fucking tight,
and Mista was stretching him to his limit. Even if the second-in-command was
starting off slowly, Giorno felt so full, as though he would burst. Noises he’d
had no clue he was capable of sprung from his lips with every thrust into his
body.
Above him, Mista bucked his hips into Giorno in complete ecstasy. His breathing
was heavy, shaky, and for as much as he tried to look Giorno in the eyes, he
couldn’t stop himself from holding them closed every now and then, giving
himself up completely to the event of fucking Giorno for the first time. With
every thrust, MIsta’s thick cock would press against the blond’s prostate,
causing him to cry out. The younger boy pushed his own arms against his mouth,
trying to hush himself from creating such vulgar noises. Mista grabbed them
immediately and pulled them down.
“No,” he said, voice strained, “I want to hear you.”
Giorno’s prick moved at the sound of Mista’s lowered words, and he let a hand
fall to his shaft. Mista laughed, pulling it away and back down to the bed
before moving his own hand to Giorno’s length, immediately beginning to pump it
and letting his thumb spread sticky pre-cum down his boss’s shaft. Giorno
sighed loudly in response to the action. It was all so much - having his
closest friend slamming into him, a warm hand grasping his cock tightly,
jerking him off - Giorno’s mind was swimming in lust, and finally, his body
gave way.
The boy came, white spunk spilling all over Mista’s hand and over his own body.
He breathed in and out heavily, chest gasping for air. Within seconds, the
sight of Giorno’s orgasm had given way to Mista’s own, and as he pulsed inside
of the blond, Giorno bit his lip at the feeling of warm liquid coating his
insides.
When it was all over, Mista let himself plop onto the other, closing his eyes
and pretending to snore. Giorno chuckled, attempting to heave the other boy off
to no avail. Finally, Mista came up, pulling himself from Giorno and falling on
his back to the other side of his friend.
“Damn.”
He felt Giorno shift on the bed and turned his head to look at the blond. The
don rested his head upon one hand, propping himself up with his elbow.
“That all you’ve got to say?” His voice was playful.
Mista reached his tanned arms out, pulling Giorno out of his pose and close
into his own chest. He pressed his lips against the blond’s dewey forehead.
“Giorno….” he said softly, “I would say more, but you’ve made me speechless.”
“I hope that’s in a good way,” Giorno teased.
“It couldn’t be anything else.”
***** bolle (masturbation) *****
Chapter Summary
     Sorry for the delay - I've not been so well lately.
     And sorry if this is everywhere - I'm sick so my mind is really woozy
     rn :(
The moments that Giorno had to himself were always special. Of course he
appreciated every minute he had with Mista, and Trish, and Polnareff...but
there was something about having an evening to do whatever he wanted that
always helped to refresh his body and spirit. This night, he had asked to be
left alone and of course, being the don, he got what he wanted. Earlier that
afternoon, Giorno had already decided that his evening would consist of at
least a bubble bath, a glass of wine, and perhaps an hour or so of reading. It
would be a welcome vacation from his typical duties.
That night, Giorno sat upon the edge of the bathtub as hot water poured into
it. A smell of lavender filled the room, the scent drifting from the soap that
was causing the water to fill with bubbles from one end of the tub to the
other. The blond closed his eyes and took in the smell, enjoying the way steam
from the water moistened his skin, making it dewey. He let his hair down, waves
of gold falling softly against his shoulders. As the tub filled with water, the
boy lit candles, creating an even more serene environment - when it was finally
full, Giorno climbed in. Hot waves of water lapped against his pale skin,
turning it pink due to the heat - still, he let himself sink down further into
it, enjoying the soothing warmth of it.
Giorno let out a sigh of contentment, every worry drifting away from his mind
as he became a part of his calming surroundings. For a while, he simply lay
there, soaking, occasionally drinking from his wine glass or running a little
more warm water whenever the bath began to cool down. Eventually, however, his
mind began to wander…
Mm...if Mista were here now, too….
Giorno shut his eyes and let in a deep breath.
I know I said I wanted to be alone, but...I can still imagine. We’ve never
taken a bath together...maybe I should ask him….
As Giorno lay in the water, he imagined his second in command entering the room
to see him, hair and body wet and glistening, looking ethereal in the low
light. Mista would probably be embarrassed, gasping and staring for a moment
before realizing what he was doing...and then covering his eyes and apologizing
profusely. When he would turn to leave, Giorno would mutter out a soft,
“wait…”, and Mista would turn back, his eyes becoming glassy and fixated when
the blond motioned him to come nearer.
Giorno considered what would happen next, letting a soft hand fall between his
legs to his cock, which was slowly beginning to harden at the mental scenario.
He wrapped a hand around himself and began to stroke ever so delicately.
Mista would walk over to the tub, curious, and Giorno would tell him to lean
down. He’d whisper something erotic into the ear of the other - a comment about
being alone and wet and needy - Mista would blush before beginning to undress.
He’d climb into the water opposite Giorno, and Giorno would position himself so
he could be closer to the brunet, leaning in and making out with him - pressing
his tongue between Mista’s lips with his wet hands pulling those brown curls
that he loved so much.
Mista….
Giorno sighed at the thought, stroking himself just a little bit faster. A
light blush was falling over his cheeks and down his chest - not simply from
the heat of the water.
Mista would reciprocate and move against Giorno to straddle him. Mista would be
so needy - he’d rub his thick ass against Giorno’s erection, practically
begging for it to be up in his tight hole. The brunet would curse, pleading
with his boss - Giorno would laugh, teasing Mista without a care. Still, his
cock would be craving the other just as much - he wouldn’t be able to hold off
for too long.
I know you want it, Guido. You’re fucking panting - you want me rammed into you
so. fucking. bad.
Giorno’s voice was barely above a whisper as he continued handling himself
beneath the water. His eyes were tightly shut as he imagined Mista positioning
himself over his prick, sliding down and taking all of Giorno in in one go. The
older boy would probably cry out, finally getting what he wanted, and he’d be
in so much ecstasy that Giorno would probably be doing all the work, thrusting
into him from beneath and breathing heavily as he gripped at Mista’s chest and
shoulders.
Fuck….fuck, Mista….please….ride me, harder...fuck
Giorno would wrap his hand around Mista’s cock and jerk him off while he was
fucking him - gripping him tightly, running his thumb over the slit, lightly
massaging his balls. Mista would be going crazy with everything being done to
him.
You’re almost there, aren’t you? You can’t last long at all - not with me
fucking you this hard, can you Mista? You love having my cock up in you - moan
a little louder for me….mmmhhm….that’s it
Finally, Mista would cum, white liquid spilling into the bathwater - he’d be
loud. He was always loud. Giorno would release shortly afterward and into the
other, his cock pulsating into Mista’s tight cavern. Mista'd clench around the
blond and it would make the orgasm that. much. better.
Giorno panted frantically as he came, sweet white cum spurting from his dick -
finding its way to the top of the water to float amongst scented bubbles. With
a whimper, Giorno relaxed and let himself remain for a moment, completely
still. Finally, he pulled himself from the water, which had grown cold now, and
dried off. He wrapped himself in the fluffy robe he’d chosen, blowing out the
candles and taking a final swig of wine.
Definitely. I’ll definitely have to mention this idea to Mista.
***** affare (blow job) *****
Chapter Summary
     Guys, I'm so sorry this seems so boring and generic - just be patient
     with me. I've kind of had a lot going on lately. I can't promise I'll
     update this every day (obviously lol) but I'll do the best I can w/
     work and everything.
Giorno had just returned to his bed from the bathroom, plush robe wrapped
tightly around his lithe body. He pulled himself upon the mattress and
stretched out atop the covers, running a hand through his long hair, feeling
for any lingering tangles. The boy took a deep breath and sighed, enjoying the
quiet of the night. He could hear the sounds of the world outside - few and far
between at this hour, but it was comforting. Still, he was feeling restless
even after his soak in the warm water - he was antsy. He was even beginning to
get lonely. Giorno reached towards the nightstand for his cellphone and began
writing out a text message.
[Giorno Giovanna]: Mista. You awake?
[Guido Mista]: yeah. why? u starting 2 miss me now?
[Giorno Giovanna]: ...
[Giorno Giovanna]: Maybe a little...
[Giorno Giovanna]: Come keep me company?
[Guido Mista]: lol giogio. omw.
Several minutes later the doorknob of Giorno’s bedroom turned and in slid
Mista, sweats and t-shirt blandly decorating his body. It was a great contrast
to the blond’s white robe, and Mista blushed when he walked in and saw how
beautiful his boss looked, even in that simple garment. The brunet cleared his
throat and brought a hand to his mouth, attempting to hide the red tinge on his
face, but Giorno only chuckled at the farce. He looked at the other and shook
his head, staring directly into Mista’s eyes.
“What are you doing, Mista? Come here.”
The second-in-command was sheepish for a moment before raising an eyebrow and
walking over to the bed, hopping onto it when he was at the edge. Immediately,
Giorno sat up and leaned over, gently grabbing Mista’s face to leave sweet
kisses all over the other's skin.
“I said I was starting to miss you….” the blond said quietly, finally letting
his lips meet Mista’s own. He could feel Mista sigh into the kiss, the older
boy's mouth opening slightly to send warm air against Giorno’s lips.
“And I’m here now,” Mista replied. His hands reached to Giorno’s sides and he
gripped the boy tightly, letting himself fall prey to his boss’s advances. He
began to submit to the other, allowing Giorno to press his tongue farther into
his mouth - letting him grasp his hair a little too tightly for comfort. Mista
could feel his breath becoming uneven, could feel himself straining against his
pants. He groaned into the kiss.
As several more minutes passed, Giorno had already begun to make good work of
Mista’s neck, as well - god knew it was a good thing the boy wore turtlenecks
so often (with as red as the hidden skin was going to be after all this). With
every nip and lick Mista’s eyes shut a little tighter and his hands slid lower
down Giorno’s body until they finally landed upon his thighs. Just as he was
about to go further, Mista felt hot breath against his ear and a sharp bite on
his earlobe. Giorno’s voice was low when he whispered his desire.
“Suck me off, Mista.”
Immediately, the brunet felt those words go straight to his cock and he arched
his back a bit. Without saying a word, he untied the belt of Giorno’s robe and
watched as the soft material of the garment fell from the boy’s body. Pale,
nearly hairless apart from a soft patch of hair below his navel - just enough
muscle definition to appear on the cusp of adulthood.
With lips parted, Giorno's glance followed the path down his own body that
Mista’s eyes took before he lowered his head to the blond’s stomach. A soft
hand tugged at dark hair, and the smallest smile crossed Giorno’s lips. As
Mista pressed kisses down his belly, the younger boy bit his bottom lip in
anticipation.
Finally, Giorno felt Mista wrap a warm hand around the base of his cock before
he lowered his head. A sensation of wetness appeared on his tip, at his slit,
and then up his shaft - the boy shivered. “Mista….please.”
Below him, Mista looked up and smirked.
“I’m gettin’ there - be patient.”
While it was true that he was getting there, it was also true that Mista was
still apprehensive about blow jobs in general. He was still getting used to
taking Giorno in - even though he truthfully wasn’t very big. But it was still
relatively new to Mista, since before...he’d never even touched a cock.
Still...it wasn’t bad at all - just different.
While Mista let his tongue explore Giorno a bit longer, his eyes flashed back
up to his boss’s face. While his cheeks were a soft pink, there was no denying
that he seemed almost...bored. Mista refused to become discouraged and decided
to fix that.
Almost immediately, he wrapped his lips around Giorno’s head and slowly lowered
himself, taking the boy a couple of inches in. Giorno shifted slightly, which
Mista took as a good sign. He came back up before going down further the next
time. The next he went all the way, fully taking Giorno into his throat - he
was thankful that the blond wasn’t large enough to activate a full gag reflex.
There was a little bit of an itch, but nothing that Mista couldn’t handle.
As Mista continued to bob his head, he could feel Giorno’s fingers begin to dig
into his scalp. The blond’s unoccupied hand curled into the blankets beneath
them, and his head was beginning to loll back, mouth falling open at the
feeling of Mista’s warm, wet mouth around his dick. Every now and then, he’d
press harder on Mista’s head, wanting more. Mista would grunt before giving in
and letting him - but he really couldn’t take any more in when the whole thing
was being swallowed already. Still, it didn’t stop the pushing or Giorno’s
random bucks into the other’s throat. Mista had to put a hand tightly against
Giorno’s thigh to steady himself for that sort of thing - it wasn’t exactly
painless, and god it was hot to see Giorno so turned on.
After a while longer, Mista could tell that Giorno was getting closer. He could
see it in the boy’s face - his eyes were closed, cheeks were even redder than
before, and his mouth was open with a slight bit of saliva at one corner. The
blond’s hands were also gripping him even more tightly, and his thrusts into
Mista’s mouth were becoming more often and more reckless. It very obviously
felt good
“Miiistaaa….”
Giorno dragged the gunman’s name out, biting his lip immediately afterward and
letting go of Mista’s hair. The brunet pulled off Giorno’s cock and swallowed
before opening his mouth again and putting it at the tip of his boss’s penis.
Finally, Giorno’s prick began to twitch, hard - a precursor to the spurted cum
that was soon decorating Mista’s lips and tongue - dribbling down his chin. As
he came, Giorno’s entire body was tensed up until finally, with one last jolt,
he fell back down against bedsheets and pillows.
As he lay there recovering, Mista stood and rushed to the bathroom to rinse out
his mouth and clean himself up. But...while he was there he couldn’t ignore the
tightness of his pants, and he slid them down - standing over the toilet as he
started to stroke his own cock. He soon came hard, still imagining Giorno’s
face as the blond ejaculated after Mista had come off of him. The brunet
moaned, and from the bedroom he heard a laugh. Mista pulled up his pants and
turned to walk back out of the bathroom.
On the bed was Giorno, propped up on one arm and looking at him mischievously.
“I would have taken care of you, too, you know?”
Mista raised an arm and scratched the back of his head, toeing the plush carpet
beneath him.
“Yeah, well….seemed like you had a lot taken out of you. Figured you could use
a break.”
Giorno motioned for the other to come back to bed, and Mista obliged. Once
beneath the covers he pulled Giorno close, spooning him and placing his nose
against the boy’s neck. They were both spent.
Mista smiled against Giorno’s soft skin.
“But, just so y’know. I’m not gonna say no next time you wanna go down on me.”
Giorno also smiled into the night.
“How about tomorrow night, then?”
Mista’s response was to pull Giorno closer before biting gently at the back of
his neck.
“It’s a deal.”
***** bagnato (clothed getting off) *****
Chapter Summary
     Sorry sorry sorry for taking so long!!!
     Please forgive me !!!
Mista was cold and wet by the time he finally arrived home. His skin was
clammy, and dark strands of hair stuck messily to his forehead. After unlocking
the door of the summer home he and Giorno were currently staying at, he kicked
it open, water going everywhere across the floor of the entrance way. The boy
grumbled as he carried a sopping paper bag of a few groceries into the kitchen
and placed it onto the marble countertop - he would deal with the contents
after changing. He began to pull his wet shirt over his head immediately, even
before going to a private area (it was only he and Giorno here, after all) -
the article was so wet that it stuck to him as he attempted to wrench it over
his shoulders, and he finally sighed in frustration and let the fabric fall
back against his skin. His sighing ended abruptly when the brunette felt warmth
wrap around his stomach from behind. A small figure was pressed against his
body, the face of which was snuggled into his damp cloth on his back - a hot
breath was felt through the fibers, sending a chill up Mista’s spine.
“I told you to take an umbrella,” came Giorno’s voice, confident and quiet all
at once. He was the only person Mista knew who could pull off two conflicting
tones at the same time. The gunman smiled and sighed.
“Well, I didn’t think the rain’d come so soon. It was still sunny when I left -
now the damn sky’s lettin’ out.”
Giorno pressed his lips against the other’s back and chuckled.
“You’re cold,” he whispered.
Mista was about to respond when a soft, pale hand snaked its way beneath the
wet shirt and down his tummy, before following the thick happy trail below his
navel. He took in a quick breath of air at the feeling, shutting his eyes as
Giorno moved his hand lower. The boy lifted his head from Mista’s back.
“Can I warm you up?” HIs voice was playful, sweet.
“You’ve already started teasin’. I don’t have a choice now....”
Mista turned around to face the smaller boy, and he placed a hand against
Giorno’s warm face. A few fingers made a move to push a single loose strand of
golden hair behind the boy’s ear. Giorno kept his hands against Mista’s stomach
and raised an eyebrow at the other.
“Well, I wouldn’t say that. If you don’t want me to warm you up, there are
always extra blankets around.”
“Please....you’re a million times better than a lousy blanket.” Mista pressed a
kiss against Giorno’s forehead, and the blond beamed beneath him. The younger
of the two let his hands play with the buckle of Mista’s belt before finally
undoing it. He made quick work of the rest - undoing the top button and pulling
the zipper down calmly.
Already, Mista’s erection was freed apart from his boxers - it honestly never
failed to amaze him how wound up Giorno got him, even from a single touch. That
boy had a special power, for sure. He was undeniably the sexiest creature Mista
had ever had contact with, and every glance, brush against his skin,
kiss....they all got him so hot without a single question. Which is why his
boxers currently tented heavily, and why his body was covered in chill-bumps.
They definitely weren’t just from the rain.
Looking up at Mista with bright blue eyes and refusing to break contact, Giorno
pulled Mista’s cock out and wrapped his warm hand around it. His fingers
pressed lightly at the veins beneath the skin, and his thumb rubbed the head
softly. Giorno loved moments like this - where it wasn’t just a rush into some
sexual act - where he could just admire Mista through sight and touch and -
He’d gotten onto his knees, and the hot smell of musk reached his nostrils. The
smell of Mista was what made Giorno crazy - the scent that was undeniably his
second-in-command. He reached the tip of his tongue out to lick playfully at
the underside of Mista’s shaft, causing the boy above him to shudder. His brown
eyes were pinned on the act below him, and he was definitely warming up. A
tanned hand found a home in Giorno’s hair, fingers dipping through the braid
thoughtlessly. Within an instant, he was being taken all the way into the
blond’s mouth. When they’d first started doing this, Giorno could only go about
halfway - but now...Mista could feel the tip of his cock hit the back of the
boy’s throat. No gag reflex - just intense warm wetness and enthusiasm for
sucking his dick. From above, Mista could hear all the tiny noises that GioGio
made - small grunts and moans - he was just as into it as the gunman was. If
they cute noises weren’t enough to prove that, the slight strain in his slacks
between his legs certainly was.
As Giorno continued, Mista unconsciously pressed his hand against the back of
Giorno’s head - he was getting closer, giving small thrusts into the boy’s
mouth. As soon as he realized what he was doing, the brunet stopped, alarmed
and embarrassed. Cerulean eyes opened and looked up at him, and Giorno took his
mouth off for a moment.
“No, it’s okay. Keep going,” he said, voice deep and breathy.
Mista let out a sharp breath and lowered his brow as Giorno went back to work.
He began to lightly thrust again, this time holding the boy’s head in place as
he pulsed into his mouth. Giorno’s face was red, his lips pulled back tightly
to prevent any touch of Mista’s length against his own teeth.
“GioGio.”
Mista groaned.
The elder of the two had one hand gripping Giorno’s shoulder tightly as he
came, the other still with fingers laced into the now messy braid of the boy
beneath him. The blond shut his eyes as it occurred, his throat being filled
with warm, milky white - MIsta’s cock twitching to release it all. Finally, the
brunet pulled back, his grip on Giorno loosening up. He frowned as he watched
the other swallow thickly.
“I’m...sorry about that.”
Giorno wiped his mouth before giving a calm smile.
“I don’t mind, Mista. You’ve never tasted bad. I mean, it wouldn’t be my first
choice in dinner….”
They both laughed, somewhat awkwardly. Finally, without caring that Mista’s
shirt was still soaked, Giorno wrapped his arms around the other boy - his hug
tight and adoring.
“Speaking of dinner,” he murmured against Mista’s chest, “I’ll take care of
you. Please...go change before you get sick.”
Mista’s eyes grew wider as he looked down at the other, and he clasped his
hands together tightly around the boy. He pursed his lips.
“Damn, y'know - I totally forgot how uncomfortable this is. I really meant it
when I said you were better than’a blanket.” He grinned, and Giorno rolled his
eyes.
As Mista let go and went running up the stairs, the young mafia boss stood
shaking his head. He was a bit wet too now, but perhaps it could wait just a
little while longer.
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