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Every one of their dates had been ending the same. To be honest, Giorno Giovanna was starting to get discouraged. Every time they went out together, at the end of the date Bruno Bucciarati gave Giorno a chaste kiss goodbye and left. He was always left longing for more. He had been the one that asked out the taller man in the first place, and almost every weekend since they had met up for coffee or food. He was starting to get the impression that Bruno was only humoring him, and that he did not hold the same feelings. Maybe tonight would be different, he hoped. Giorno sighed deeply as he finished styling his trademark golden locks. Setting the comb down and giving himself a final once-over in the mirror, he was satisfied.
Giorno opted to wear black skinny jeans, black loafers, and a deep sapphire colored dress shirt with the top three buttons undone. He had the hem of the shirt tucked loosely into his waistband, and he had his sleeves rolled up in a way that accentuated his forearms. He pinned a small, golden lady bug onto his lapel. He wasn’t a huge fan of jewelry, but he never went anywhere without the pin. He grabbed a small bottle of cologne off his vanity and lightly dabbed some of the liquid behind his ears and on his wrists. He looked himself over in the body length mirror that hung on the back of his bedroom door and smiled smugly. He felt confident and downright sexy. He hoped that Bruno would be compelled to tear this outfit off him.
Giorno checked the time as he walked out into the living room of his apartment. It was close to 7pm and Bruno should be arriving at any moment. He was picking Giorno up for their date this evening but had failed to mention where they were going. In fact, this was the first time that Bruno picked him up, usually opting for a mutual spot to meet at. The butterflies in Giorno’s stomach were growing more and more difficult to quell as the minutes ticked by. He sincerely didn’t know how well tonight would go.
A few more minutes passed before he heard a knock at his door. His heart kicked into overdrive as he got up from his recliner to answer it. He took a deep breath as he unlocked the deadbolt and swung the heavy door open. What, or rather, who he saw standing on his doorstep almost made his jaw drop.
Bucciarati’s hair was perfectly styled in its trademark bob with two clips fastened aside the braid down the middle. He was wearing a simple choker necklace with a singular zipper pull hanging from the center. He had on a short sleeved white collared shirt that was unbuttoned and French tucked into his black slim fit slacks. Almost the entirety of his chest was exposed, and that made blood rush to Giorno’s face as well as other places. Bruno was sculpted, but not overtly so. He had the perfect amount of muscle, and Giorno wanted nothing more than to memorize the feel of every dip and curve of his body.
Suddenly, Giorno realized just how blatantly he was staring at Bruno. He had gotten so distracted that he hadn’t even invited him in yet. Embarrassed, he sputtered out a quick hello and stepped aside to let the other man through the door. Once Bucciarati crossed the threshold, he turned to Giorno and presented him with a small, delicate branch of cherry blossoms. Giorno was taken aback by the unexpected gesture. He felt a small blush creep onto his cheeks as he took the branch.
“I remember you telling me on our first date that these were your favorite. Since then, every time I see them, they remind me of you,” Bruno said, the corners of his beautiful blue eyes crinkled as he gave Giorno a small smile. Giorno could have sworn he saw his cheeks turn ever so slightly pink. Giorno rewarded Bruno with a huge smile and he wrapped his arms around the other’s neck.
“This is so sweet Bruno, grazie!” He pulled back from the hug and rushed into the kitchen to find something to put the branch in. Bruno followed him as Giorno filled up a small glass with water and placed the branch inside. He set the glass on the windowsill above his sink and turned back to Bruno.
“All set?” Bruno asked. Giorno gave him a toothy smile and walked over to him and grabbed his hand.
“Yup! Let’s go!” Giorno said, unable to contain his excitement. Bruno led him out of the apartment and down the front steps to his car. He opened the car door for his date and helped him inside. He’s such a gentleman, Giorno thought. Giorno couldn’t help but realize just how giddy the small gift made him feel. It certainly silenced all the doubt he had in his mind earlier.
Bruno had planned an evening picnic in the park with Giorno. He packed up some sandwiches and wine, and he even brought candles. Giorno thought it was incredibly romantic. Bruno was such a sweet and thoughtful person, and the thought that he did all of this for him made his heart swell. The sun had completely set by the time they were finished with their meal, with only the half-burned candles and distant lampposts providing light. Bruno had packed up the remainder of their picnic, and they began to stroll back to his car.
They were walking leisurely along the semi-wooded path back to the parking lot when they came to a small clearing in the trees. The moon was shining through the leaves and its soft glow framed Giorno’s face. Bruno looked over at the younger man and felt his heart stop. He was distracted by how beautiful Giorno looked that he had stopped walking. Quizzically, Giorno turned to Bruno. Bucciarati had placed down the picnic basket and gently grabbed the other’s wrist. He pulled Giorno closer, inhaling the faint scent of his cologne. He raised his left hand to cup Giorno’s cheek, and his right hand let go of the other’s wrist in favor of resting on his hip. Bruno leaned in close, eyes lidded and focused on those gorgeous lips that he couldn’t get enough of.
“Bruno-“ Giorno began. He felt breathless at the sudden contact. He placed his own hands on either side of Bucciarati’s waist, pulling him in to close the gap between their bodies. Bruno tilted his head down and gently pressed his lips to Giorno’s. Giorno’s breath caught in his throat. His head was spinning as he tried to match the pace that Bruno set. Bruno pressed his body against Giorno as he slowly coaxed his lips open with his tongue. Giorno granted him entrance, and Bruno massaged the other’s tongue with his own as he explored the warmth.
Struggling to catch his breath, Giorno broke the kiss. His lips were red and swollen, and a deep blush had spread across his cheeks. Bruno looked like he was about to devour the younger man right then and there, a thought that had crossed his mind time and again. They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment while trying to regain their composure. Bucciarati was the first to act, quickly grabbing the basket he had set down and he started to walk with purpose. Giorno scrambled to catch up to him, still trying to comprehend what had happened.
After what felt like an eternity, they reached Bruno’s car. Just like before, he held the door open for Giorno and helped him in. The drive back to Giorno’s apartment didn’t take very long, but with hormones working overtime, it was agonizing. After Giorno quickly unlocked the front door, the pair stumbled unceremoniously into the apartment. Shoes were kicked off, hands were roaming free, and the two were devouring each other’s lips with fervor.
They both made their way to the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes behind. Giorno had torn off Bruno’s shirt and let his hands roam free over his muscles. Bruno had Giorno almost completely naked, save for his briefs. They collapsed back onto the bed, Bruno breaking the kiss this time. He slipped a fingertip underneath the waistband of Giorno’s deep purple underwear.
“Is this okay…?” Bruno asked permission. Giorno nodded quickly, smiling while trying to catch his breath.
“I thought you’d never ask,” he breathed. Bruno tugged down the briefs to reveal Giorno’s cock. It was a decent length, and the head was already dripping with precum. Bruno admired how neatly trimmed he was down there.
“Is this all for me?” Bruno asked, his voice low. He bit his lip as his eyes drunk in the sight. He felt so utterly turned on right now. He wanted to feel every inch of the beautiful blonde man underneath him. He wrapped his long fingers around Giorno’s length and squeezed encouragingly. Giorno let out a quiet moan, instinctually bucking his hips into the touch.
Bruno stroked the length languidly, teasing Giorno to the point of frustration. He liked seeing this side of him. Giorno reached his hands out to grasp at Bruno’s wrist. His brows were furrowed, and his eyes were silently pleading.
“Please… I need you,” Giorno whined. He wanted nothing more than to feel the older man fill him up and use him as he pleased. Bruno smirked, willing to oblige. He released Giorno’s aching cock and sat back on his shins. Giorno sat up and brought the man in for another kiss before reaching for the zipper on his pants. Bruno released a small groan as he felt Giorno’s delicate hands reach underneath the fabric of his briefs. He readjusted his body to let Giorno pull both his slacks and underwear off.
Bruno’s cock impressed Giorno. It was much longer than he anticipated, and his girth was just thick enough that he could barely wrap his fingers around its entirety. He licked his lips in anticipation. He placed a palm on Bucciarati’s chest and gently pushed him, signaling the other to lay down. Bruno pulled a pillow underneath his head as Giorno placed tentative kisses up and down his length.
Giorno held the base of Bruno’s cock as he lapped up the precum that was dripping out of his tip. He swirled his tongue around it a few more times before feeling Bruno’s hand grab at the back of his head. Bruno grabbed a handful of the blonde’s now undone curls, tugging a little rougher than Giorno expected. This caused the younger man to groan a little as he parted his full lips to take Bruno fully into his mouth. Bruno moaned unabashedly, feeling Giorno take him all the way to the back of his throat. The feeling was almost indescribable, and it took all his willpower to not face fuck his gorgeous partner.
Giorno deep throated Bruno for a little longer before he felt the man tug at his hair to pull him off his length. Giorno opened his mouth to protest but he was quickly silenced by two fingers being pushed past his teeth.
“Suck,” Bucciarati commanded. Momentarily stunned by the firm voice, Giorno began to gently suckle the digits. Bruno readjusted himself so that Giorno was below him once again. He straddled the other man’s legs and brought the freshly lubricated fingers to rub against Giorno’s tight entrance. Giorno gasped as he began to push his middle finger into the hole. Bruno took his time as to not cause the other pain, and eventually he was stretched enough to fit both fingers inside.
Giorno was writhing and squirming beneath the other’s touch. He was so turned on that he couldn’t stand it. Bruno was fitting in a third and final finger when he ghosted against the firm roundness that was his prostate. Catching him by surprise, Giorno yelled out with pleasure. Bruno was winding him up so tight and he craved release.
“D-daddy please,” Giorno absentmindedly moaned. Caught off guard, Bruno momentarily paused, unsure if he heard him correctly. “…P-please, I want you to make me feel good,” Giorno continued, quieter this time. Bruno felt his cock get painfully erect at the sight below him. A squirming Giorno all but fucking himself on his fingers and calling him daddy. Jesus Christ.
Bruno removed his fingers and went rifling through the bedside table for lube. He pulled out the bottle and squirted a little bit on his hand. He began to situate himself between Giorno’s legs as he coated his member with the liquid. He lined himself up at Giorno’s loosened entrance, pausing.
“Is this what you are craving, baby?” Bruno’s voice was low and sultry. He wanted to hear Giorno’s pleas.
“Yes, daddy!” Giorno gasped, face flushed as he desperately tried to force himself down onto the head. Bruno didn’t budge, however.
“Mmm, yes… I like when you call me that,” Bruno purred. “Let me hear you beg.” Bruno slowly teased the hole with his cock head, waiting expectantly.
“P-please! Daddy! Fill me!” Giorno called out, feeling the tip slip past his entrance as Bruno settled in with a pleased sigh. Giorno took in a sharp breath, holding it as he got used to the sensation. The thick cock was much bigger than Bruno’s fingers, and he felt himself getting stretched to his limit. Bruno waited patiently for Giorno to give him the green light to move. He brought his fingertips up to the gorgeous boy’s face and brushed a stray tear from his eye. He massaged the pad of his thumb over Giorno’s trembling lip, pulling it down and inserting its tip into his mouth. Giorno sucked on it gently, looking Bruno in the eyes.
Giorno nodded slightly, signaling that he could start to move. Bruno moved his free hand to wrap around Giorno’s impossibly soft thigh. He lifted the leg up to get a better angle, and he pressed himself fully into the man.
“Ahh~!” Giorno moaned, surprised at the sudden fullness. Bruno felt so fucking good inside of him. It was almost as if he was always meant to take his cock. The man pulled his thumb out from Giorno’s mouth and he traced his way down underneath his chin, settling the palm of his hand and the curl of his fingers around the other’s neck. He squeezed, careful to not crush Giorno’s windpipe.
Giorno’s jaw dropped, and his eyes grew wide. He felt starved of oxygen and he felt the blood flow to his brain get interrupted. The sensation of being forcibly short of breath was unlike anything he had experienced before, and it only heightened his own pleasure. He felt like something had awakened inside of him. He had never been choked during sex before, but God damn was it fucking incredible.
Bruno began to pick up the pace of his thrusting, hitting Giorno deep inside his core. He was struggling to keep his composure with every snap of his hips. Every time he squeezed Giorno’s beautiful neck, he could feel the other’s ass clench down around his cock. Giorno’s eyes were screwed shut as he began to push himself down to meet every one of Bruno’s thrusts. He lifted up Giorno’s thigh once again and pushed it back so that his knee was almost touching his chest. He began to ruthlessly pound into the smaller boy. He released his grip from Giorno’s neck and grabbed the other thigh and bent it back in the same fashion for leverage.
Giorno was panting, feeling the blood rush back to his head. He was dizzy and lost in a lustful haze. Bruno had positioned his legs in such a way that he could feel the cock rub against his prostate. He nearly screamed, arching his back and lifting ever so slightly off the mattress.
“Fuck! Fuck daddy you feel so f-fucking good~!” Giorno called out, not able to control his volume anymore. He didn’t care if the neighbors heard him, he wanted the whole world to know how Bruno was making him come undone. Bruno’s eyes were screwed shut, focusing on his orgasm growing closer. He leaned into Giorno, releasing one of his thighs to wrap his hand around the other’s neck again. Giorno gasped, eyes flying open in surprise.
“Baby, I want you to come for me,” Bruno spoke low, feeling dangerously close to the edge himself. Giorno squeaked out a moan in agreement as Bruno gave his neck a final squeeze before he felt himself fall to pieces. He had shifted so that he was hitting his prostate dead-on, unrelenting and greedily milking out Giorno’s pleasure.
“Daddy! Yes! R-right there!” Giorno screamed. He felt hot cum spurt out of his untouched cock and splatter on his stomach. Bruno was not far behind, releasing Giorno’s neck and giving a few more deep thrusts before unloading into his well-used hole. The two stayed in this position for a few moments while they came down from their shared high.
Bruno slowly slid his softening cock out from the wetness. He watched Giorno’s chest rise and fall as he regained his breath. Hot cum slid out of Giorno’s hole and it pooled on the sheets below. He watched the lewd scene with pride. He smiled lovingly at Giorno, crawling up next to him on the bed. He spooned the smaller man, holding him close to his chest. He stroked the golden hair out of the other’s face as he kissed lightly up and down the crook of his neck, pausing to give special attention to the star shaped birthmark on the back of it. He closed his eyes, inhaling the lingering scent of Giorno’s cologne.
He could hear the slow breaths of his partner, signaling that he had drifted off to sleep. Bruno had never felt quite this happy, and he wished to stay like this for the rest of eternity.