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“You know that it’s just an extension of myself, right? We don’t have to do this if the idea makes you uncomfortable.”
A rustle, followed by the sound of shaky breathing. The two men shift and move with each others motions, lips sliding together and teeth clacking when they happen to get too rough.
“Yeah, but,” Mista moves his hands over the flat planes of Giorno’s chest, tilting his head to the side and beaming down at the blond under him. He’s breathless from their kissing but the slight swelling of his reddened lips does nothing to diminish his smile. Giorno’s hands come up to hold his hips and he wiggles in anticipation. “It just makes it better, right? Two whole Giornos, all to myself.”
“It’s certainly one way to think of it.” Giorno smirks up at him. Mista raises a questioning brow but the blond simply half-shrugs and rubs at the skin of Mista’s waist, right above the waistline of his boxers. Mista leans down, planting his palms on either side of Giorno’s head and rubbing his ass down against his clothed erection. Giorno groans at the movement and peers up at him through half-lidded eyes. Mista smirks and places a sweet kiss against the blond’s full lips, breaking it seconds later.
“Come on, call it out.”
Mista suddenly feels an added presence to his side and his eyes dart over his shoulder. He feels Giorno looking up at him - always gauging his reaction, always watching for changes of heart in him - but he’s more enraptured by the cascading gold shimmer taking form next to them. The shimmer gives way to shapes, smooth and round, and eventually Mista can make out the telltale domed head and plated feathers on shoulders and smirks to himself. Gold Experience looks back at him passively, its purple eyes divided into unreadable vertical sections and its mouth set in a permanent, pouty line. Mista traces the design of its helmet with his eyes for several seconds until Giorno shifts below him and it startles out of his focus on the Stand sitting to the side.
“Everything alright?” Giorno asks and Mista feels somewhat guilty about the slight edge of concern in his voice.
“Yeah. Just admiring. Can’t believe you got a pretty face and a pretty Stand. Save some for the rest of us.” Mista sits up straight atop Giorno’s midsection and the blond runs his hand down the line of his belly while he looks to Gold Experience, who’s waiting patiently for instruction. “Come here.”
Its movements are graceful and long, Mista notes as it sweeps across the bed to take his face in its cool gold hands. Its palms feel warm but metallic against his cheeks and Mista hums thoughtfully when it places its lips against his own. It doesn’t taste like anything, not like Giorno nor the lip gloss the blond is prone to wear - it almost feels as if he weren’t kissing anything, if it weren’t for the slight pressure being applied to his lips. Mista closes his eyes and tries to focus on the feeling of it, curiosity and a strange feeling of arousal overriding his senses. Giorno watches from below but Mista catches the movement of Giorno’s hand being brought up to touch against his own lips, seemingly surprised that he’s most certainly able to feel Mista’s mouth against his own.
The wonder doesn’t last long, however, and Giorno’s hands are soon back on him, running down from Mista’s bare chest to brush against the fine trail of hair leading from his navel downward. Mista bucks his hips forward smoothly and Giorno presses a hand against his groin, squeezing with just the barest amount of pressure possible. Mista whines and breaks his kiss with Gold Experience, looking down at Giorno pleadingly.
“Patience.” Giorno murmurs and Gold Experience captures Mista’s mouth again with its own, redirecting the brunette’s head to face it once more. Giorno rubs and squeezes at Mista’s crotch until the man is damn near melting into his touch, hips moving forward of their own accord at each minute change in the force he applies to his touching.
Gold Experience soon lets go of Mista’s face and instead moves its cool hands down the curve of his jaw, briefly pausing to massage against the tensed muscles of his neck before working its way down over his collarbones to his chest. Mista furrows his brows as he feels something slightly wet cover his shoulders and he opens his eyes to the feeling spreading down over his chest. Gold Experience is silent and indecipherable before him and Mista looks down to see small vines inching their way down from his shoulders. They tickle at his skin, microscopic hairs on their surface making goosebumps appear in their wake. Mista chuckles and grinds down against Giorno to get his attention.
“Hey. Your stand is trying to make me a petri dish or something.”
“They’re clematis vines. It happens when I get...excited. Things start growing,” Giorno explains, but it somehow explains exactly nothing. Mista blinks over to Gold Experience, which seems to be fascinated with the muscle of his shoulder, touching and prodding and occasionally leaning its head forward to place something not dissimilar to a kiss there. “I told you this would be strange.”
“It’s not strange,” Mista replies evenly and he means it. Well, maybe it is a little strange to make out with both his boyfriend and the physical manifestation of his boyfriend’s soul - but it just means he’s able to love him that much more, right? “I just don’t want to go into shock because these things end up being poisonous or something. When you come I don’t want an elephant to come stampeding through the wall and trample us both.”
Giorno shoots an unamused look up at him and Mista laughs. Giorno’s face softens at the sound and he lifts up the upper half of his body to kiss against the ridge of his collarbone. “Nothing of the sort will happen. Just trust me.”
“Always.”
Mista leans his head back to allow Giorno more room and immediately Gold Experience is on him as well, nipping and sucking its flat, even teeth at the side of his neck while Giorno licks and kisses at his collarbones. He rolls his bottom lip between his teeth and thrusts his hips into Giorno’s still hand on his crotch to get more friction to where he needs it most, but the man under him torturously pulls his hand away to brace it instead against the mattress below them. Mista huffs in light-hearted frustration and presses a hard kiss to the center of Giorno’s forehead, right where a victory curl is usually immaculately pinned.
Giorno smiles against his chest and hunches his shoulders so he can latch onto one of Mista’s nipples, running his tongue across the bud before biting down on it lightly. Mista’s breath hitches in his throat at the sensation, combined with the stimulus of Gold Experience’s lips and teeth on his throat and he rolls his hips down into Giorno’s. The blond all but growls under him and the sound goes straight to his dick, which gives a very interested twitch against the front of his boxers.
“Giorno-” Mista pants out and Giorno grazes his teeth against Mista’s nipple again, eyebrows furrowed in a look of concentration. Mista is about to try a second time to grab his lover’s attention when a gold hand comes up to press itself right overtop of his mouth. His eyes drag over to Gold Experience, which seems to have finished its assault on his neck and is now holding its other index finger to its expressionless mouth. Mista whimpers into the nearly see-through hand at his mouth and feels tears gather at the corners of his eyes when Giorno’s hand returns to his dick, slipping into the slit of his underwear to touch him skin-to-skin.
Gold Experience’s hand remains firmly against his mouth to stifle his soft moans and whines, its master busy stroking his cock, and Mista is nearly sent over the edge at the thought of how strange but arousing this scenario is. Obviously he would never subject the Pistols to anything even resembling sex - they’re almost like his kids, in a sense - but there’s something so strangely titilating about Gold Experience and its ability to create life, exemplified by the vines spilling from his shoulders and framing his body like a medieval fur cape. The vines are slightly dewey, likely from just having been created from nothingness, and the strangely wet, cool feeling of them against his overheated skin is setting his nerve endings on fire.
Gold Experience’s unoccupied hand comes up to rest on his shoulder and he feels the Stand knead its fingers into his muscles and instantly his shoulders go slack at the tingle he feels emanating from its fingertips. It feels almost like his entire bicep has been put to sleep, but the only pins and needles he feels are where Gold Experience’s fingers are digging in. But, he trusts Giorno more than anyone on this planet, and that has to extend to his Stand. Giorno would never let Gold Experience hurt Mista, even if it were sentient enough to try, and the idea is more than enough to relax Mista into whatever strange massage he’s getting.
Below him, Giorno’s hand grabs at the base of his cock and he moans loud and desperate into Gold Experience’s palm. He feels Giorno’s hand clench around him as he strokes slow and steady and the turtle-like pace is nearly enough to drive Mista up a wall.
“Giorno,” he pleads into the hand at his mouth, but it’s muffled enough that Giorno either doesn’t hear it or is pretending not to. Probably the latter, when Mista thinks about how cheeky Giorno tends to get in the bedroom. Soon enough, Giorno seems to have mercy on him and pulls Mista’s cock fully out through the slit in his underwear which affords him more room to move his hand. His pace picks up soon after and Mista throws his head back with a muffled yell when Giorno pulls quick and firm at his dick, just the way he knows he enjoys, and the blond kisses and sucks at each of his perked nipples while his hand works him.
Mista feels the muscles in his legs, aching from straddling Giorno for so long, clench and pull at the muscles in his hips and he thrusts forward shallowly into the hole of his boyfriend’s hand. He feels more than sees Gold Experience move off to the side but pays it no mind, until he feels something slightly damp against the head of his cock. A gold hand is still covering his mouth but his head jerks down to see Gold Experience leaned down low at his hip, its head directly next to where Giorno is jerking him off and its tongue poking out to lick at his slit every time Giorno pulls his cock back. The feeling is strange and almost scratchy against the most sensitive part of his dick, but he’d be lying if he said it didn’t feel weirdly incredible at the same time.
He lets a strangled moan escape his throat as he thrusts forward a few more times and suddenly it’s all too much for him to hang on any longer, burying his cock deep into Giorno’s hand as he feels it twitch within his grip. He comes hard and the feeling seems to last for hours in his arousal-fogged brain, but Giorno’s hand is mercifully still around his oversensitive cock and his hips spasm with the last little bit of his orgasm before his head falls forward and he pants in an attempt to catch his breath.
“Mista?” Giorno asks carefully and Mista can feel his free hand cup his cheek. “Are you alright?”
Mista musters up a lazy, sated, and half-delirious smile and lifts his head to stare half-lidded into his boyfriend’s marginally concerned eyes. “Great. God , that was great. We need to do that again sometime.” It’s only then that he realizes there’s no hand covering his mouth, nor is there dewey vines laced around his upper body. He looks around, eyes furrowed in confusion. He’d expect for the Stand to not only be there, but also have streaks of his cum splattered lewdly onto its face, but neither seems to be the case. There’s no sign of Gold Experience anywhere and his cum is instead cooling on Giorno’s pale belly and hand. “Where’d Gold Experience run off to? I wanted to thank it for a good time, even if it did make me into some sort of weird nature-centered art piece.”
Giorno smiles up at him, mischievous but affectionate, and Mista resists the urge to pull the blond into a kiss. “It is an extension of me, you know. Perhaps-” Giorno places a kiss to Mista’s pectoral and he loops his arms around the blond’s neck with a smile. “-you could thank me, instead.”
Mista laughs, bright and hearty. “Sure thing, boss.”