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Leone’s lounging on Giorno’s bed, reading a tabloid magazine. Thirty tips to please your man, the season’s hottest lipstick shades, what Brad Pitt and Jennifer Anniston are up to... Leone likes to have a vague knowledge of it all.
He’s interrupted when Giorno slams the door open.
“Abbacchio, I wanna suck your dick.”
“You always wanna suck my dick,” Leone teases, because it’s true.
“What can I say? I’m a little cock whore for my daddy,” Giorno replies, his tone sarcastic and biting.
Leone smiles, and pulls his pants off. Giorno hops onto bed and situates himself easy between Leone’s long legs. He looks more beautiful than a golden angel in a stained glass window. He spits on Leone’s cock with absolutely no decorum and starts to jerk it off in tight, controlled strokes.
“Don’t you want me to suck Your dick?” Giorno baits.
“I could take it or leave it,” Leone smirks back at him.
Giorno pouts. He doesn’t love this. He tightens his grip on Leone enough to make the man cuss and then asks again, “Are you sure?”
Leone’s sweating now and his breath is faster. “I’m sure, Giovanna. I don’t care if you suck my cock or not, but I do like to see you beg for it...”
“Me? Beg for you?” Giorno scoffs. “You’re the one who should be begging.”
“Well, you’re the one who wants to suck my cock so bad.”
“What if I left and didn’t do it?”
“You wouldn’t.”
“I will.”
“Do it then.” Leone goads with a fat smile painted across his face.
Giorno is legitimately miffed at Leone’s shitty behavior. Why is it so much to ask for a little respect in this house??
Giorno lets go of Leone’s dick and gets up. “Fine then,” he threatens, “I’m going to leave.”
Leone grins wider. “Go then! Leave! Do it!”
Giorno hovers at the door. “I’m going for real!”
Leone can’t stop grinning from ear to smug little ear. “If you go to the kitchen, get me some peanuts. I’m feeling snacky.”
“What makes you think I’m coming back?!”
“Oh, just because you can’t resist me. You’ll come back and you’ll be all ~Oh, Leone, I need your cock in my mouth, Please Leone, Leone~” Leone teases, mocking Giorno with an overacted imitation of his begging voice.
Giorno does not grace this behavior with a response, and he slams the door on his way out.
Twenty minutes later, Leone’s lounging on Giorno’s bed, reading his tabloid magazine. 100 looks under $100, Renée Zellweger’s vacation home... Leone likes to have a vague knowledge of it all.
He’s interrupted again when Giorno slams the door open again.
“Here’s your damn peanuts,” Giorno says, his voice petulant and accusatory. He throws the bag of peanuts at Leone’s head.
Leone calmly picks it up and pops one in his mouth. “I was kidding about the peanuts,” he says. “I just wanted to piss you off into leaving.”
Giorno is pissed off, because he waited in the kitchen for 20 minutes and Leone never followed him out there. What kinda shitty boyfriend lets you storm off and doesn’t follow up to check on you? Giorno is having a lot of trouble getting used to loving Leone Abbacchio.
“Still,” Leone observes, “it’s cute that you’ll do anything I say. Are you back to suck my dick?”
“No,” Giorno replies, coy, and shakes his head and his golden braid. But he kicks closed the door behind him with anyway.
“Come on, baby, I know you want to,” Leone taunts.
“Nuh-uh!” Giorno protests, but there’s a definite blush and a playful smile on his cheeks.
“Giorno Giovanna, get your punk ass over here,” Leone barks, a simple order.
“Nope!” Giorno giggles.
Well, that’s enough of that. Leone grabs Giorno by the braid and yanks him up onto the bed and down towards his crotch, berating him the entire time for being such a disobedient and bad little boy. Giorno loves every second of it, drinking up the physical and verbal attention.
Giorno clenches his jaw, refusing to open his teeth to admit Leone’s cock. So Leone manhandles the kid’s cute round face, forcing his jaws apart and then propping his mouth open with his thumbs on either side of Giorno’s mouth.
Giorno puts up a hell of a fight, and the force of his molars against Leone’s fingers hurts like hell. Still, but Leone manages to keep Giorno’s mouth open long enough to shove him down to his cock and get the tip in at least past his teeth before Giorno uses his tongue to push it back out.
Leone tries to buck his hips up into Giorno’s mouth, but the kid won’t let him in. So he’s forced to admit defeat.
“If you don’t want to suck my cock, maybe you’d prefer getting punished for your petulant behavior?” Leone snarls, and grabs Giorno by the shoulders to slam him onto the bed.
He rips Giorno’s pants off and positions himself between Giorno’s legs, his dick poised for entry.
“Why don’t I just fuck you, Giovanna? Since you didn’t wanna play nice and suck my dick like a good little bitch?”
“Yes, fuck me,” Giorno growls back, his voice combative and thick. “I deserve it.”
“Mm, I suppose you do,” Leone sneers, and pushes himself into Giorno without even pretending to go through the motions of preparation. Good thing Giorno’s been dripping since Leone’s fingers first touched his braid, because after the initial slightly-too-tight, he slides in easy.
When he feels his dick slide against Giorno’s velvety-slick insides, his breath catches high in his throat. It feels good. It feels really good. Giorno’s impossibly hot and tight and wet and Leone knows just how to angle his thrusts to hit all of Giorno’s sweet spots, rubbing his g-spot or pummeling his cervix. Giorno is quickly reduced to moaning and whimpering and his submission is so sexy that Leone loses sight of whatever game they’d been playing.
Their bodies rut together for minutes that seem like forever. For blissful, hot, sweaty minutes that feel like communion with God, that feel like there is no distinction between where Giorno’s soft pink body ends and Leone’s gangly angular form begins. They fuck, and it feels like true love. True, fervent, desperate love.
Comfortable and loved and cradled perfectly inside Giorno’s hot wet pussy, Abbacchio remembers something they did once that he really, really fucking liked. (And here’s where things start to get weird.)
“H-hey Giorno?” Leone asks, his voice shaky with his thrusts and also with a shy uncertainty.
“Hm?”
“D’ya think you could make me lactate again?”
Giorno barely hears Leone over the gasps and moans of his own pleasure, but he does hear it, so Gold Experience puts its hands on Leone’s tits and work a bit of magic. Milk starts freely flowing from Leone’s engorged nipples, flowing between the Stand’s shimmering fingers.
“Mommy, let me drink your milk,” Giorno breathes and dismisses Gold Experience.
Giorno’s short and Leone is tall, and it’s absolutely criminal how easy their height difference makes it for Leone to bend over Giorno, still thrusting relentlessly into his pussy, and let his tit hang into Giorno’s mouth.
It’s absolutely criminal how good it feels when Giorno calls Leone “Mommy.” How connected and nurturing Leone feels while fucking his baby boy, and how safe and protected Giorno feels drinking mommy’s milk. Like everything is provided for and he’ll be this comfortable forever.
“I wanna— Im going to—”
Giorno and Leone come in turn, Giorno squirming on Leone’s cock and Leone mumbling something about milk as he shoots his load up close and personal against Giorno’s cervix.
“Don’t you dare take your dick out of me,” Giorno warns, and Leone hugs him tight.
They hug tight, so tight so tight Giorno’s rubbing his clit on Leone’s belly and Leone’s balls are sweaty up against Giorno’s ass. They hug so tight that the pressure squeezes milk out of Leone’s chest, and it drips hotly down between their bodies and overflows onto the mattress.
“Mommy, keep your fucking cock in me. I want you to get me pregnant. Get your—” Giorno catches his breath as he ruts his clit against Leone’s sweaty slick skin, “Get your Giorno pregnant. Put a baby in me.”
Giorno’s breeding kink is so much. His gorilla grip pussy is pulsing around Leone’s soft cock, begging him to get hard again and fuck Giorno proper.
“Leone…” Giorno slurs. “After we kill Buccellati, you can fuck me all day. Any time. And I’m never going to let you take your cock out of me.”
Not even to piss? Leone wonders, but he doesn’t ask. He’s starting to rock his hips to meet Giorno’s rubbing, willing his cock to stand up again.
“Keep your cock in me for twenty-four hours, Leone Abbacchio,” Giorno begs. “You can fuck me, you can come in me as much as you want, but you can’t take your cock out. You can’t.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t,” Abbacchio whispers against Giorno’s ear. All this dirty talk is going to his cock and he feels himself rearing up against Giorno’s perfect hot guts. “I’ll keep my cock in you for twenty-four hours,” he promises with palpable devotion, “And I’ll fill you up with so much come there’s no way you won’t bear me a child.”
“Yes, fuck!” Giorno grinds down hard on Leone’s crotch. “Please! I need your seed, Mommy, Leone, I need it… You need to keep your cock in me… Leone… Please…”
Abbacchio grunts in response and shoves his cock up against Giorno’s cervix which is already painted with his cum. Why the fuck does he love it so much when Giorno calls him mommy? And why can’t he shake the thought of pissing… His breath catches and his thoughts cut to static when Giorno ruts his hips against him with a screech.
“Leone!” Giorno screams. “Hold me closer! Don’t you dare let your dick out of me!”
“Yes! Yes yes yes yes yes!” Leone promises and squeezes Giorno’s ass tight. “Come for me, baby. Come on my cock. Come on, you can do it.”
“Y-yes Mommy,” Giorno nearly cries. He’s unbearably hot and sweaty against Leone’s chest, and everything is wet with fresh, hot milk. It’s dribbling down their chests and mixing in Giorno’s pretty golden pubes. “Mommy, get your milk— on my cunt—” Giorno begs, and then he’s coming, throbbing and pulsing and desperate around Leone’s hypersensitive cock.
It’s easy for Leone to come in Giorno again, and he catches his mouth in a sloppy, loving kiss. It takes a while for them to catch their breath.
Then Giorno gets an idea. He’s already filled with one white liquid...
“Leone, lie back. I’m going to fuck your tits,” he insists, and shoves Leone back onto the mattress.
“Oh god, thank god, yes please,” is Leone’s hungry response as he lets himself be pushed down, easy.
So Giorno straddles Leone’s wet, sticky, milky chest and rubs his clit on the soft mounds that are his tits, perched atop sculpted, strong pectoral muscles. Leone’s body really is beautiful, Giorno thinks, as he ruts his hips down. And Leone’s nipples are big... big enough to...?
Well, Giorno has to at least try it. He positions himself precariously over Leone’s right tit (the bigger one!) and grinds down to get the nipple inside his pussy. And to his surprise and gratification he can feel it, burning hot and pumping liquid into him.
“God, I need— i need your mi— I’m gonna squirt,” Giorno admits.
“Please, please squirt for me, please, all over my milky chest, please get me even wetter, I want to see your liquid mix with mine,” Leone begs, and Giorno complies.
“I want you to eat my pussy next, Leone…” Giorno whispers, still bent limp over Leone’s chest and gasping for breath after his orgasm. “I want you to eat my pussy and stick your tongue in me with your jizz and your milk and fill me up with your spit too!” Giorno begs.
What’s Leone gonna do, say no to this desperate horny golden monster in his bed? Absolutely the fuck not.
Leone repositions their bodies so that he is kneeling on the bed, and he’s pulled Giorno’s hips above Giorno’s head. He’s supporting most of Giorno’s weight with his own strong arms wrapped around Giorno’s abdomen. But he’s not gonna give him what he wants quite yet.
He sticks out his tongue, just a little bit, and lets a thick strand of saliva drip slowly, slowly, too slowly down from his mouth. By the time it meets Giorno’s meat, it’s been cooled by the air, and the boy audibly whimpers. Then Leone gathers more spit on his tongue and leans down to place his lips on Giorno’s… lips. And he spits.
Giorno cries out when Leone spits into his pussy, and then Leone is eating and sucking and licking him until Giorno is powerless but to squirt again. Leone drinks it up with a fervent intensity, and what he can’t catch on his tongue gets in his hair or on his face or drips down his chest with the milk and sweat and squirt to pool around his knees and Giorno’s head.
“Giorno, you’re such a good little cum dumpster, good little milk pail, good little spittoon.” Leone coos, an evil smirk on his lips. “How’d you like to be my personal little piss drain too?”
Giorno feels his pussy alight with the idea. “Please, please sir, please Leone,” he whimpers, weak and muffled. His senses are filled with all the smells and wetness his face is buried in on the mattress already.
Leone pulls Giorno’s hips closer to him.
He figures out a way to prop Giorno’s legs over his shoulders to help support his weight, so he can free a hand to pop the head of his half-soft dick into Giorno’s throbbing, begging, clenching, red hot pussy. Leone groans. He’s in heaven.
Then he releases.
He pisses into Giorno’s pussy and it’s impossibly hot and wet, nearly steaming, and Leone has never seen anything more beautiful than Giorno obediently, disgustingly letting him fill his perfect hole with piss. Giorno’s pussy quickly overflows, and the hot golden stream trickles through Giorno’s already sopping wet pubes, down his belly and his chest, and over his face before mingling with the rest of the wet mess on the mattress. Giorno moans and squirms into it as Leone holds him still.
“You’re nasty, Giorno. Is this why they call your stand Gold Experience? Do you just love my piss that much? You’re so desperate to be my urinal, but you can’t even hold all my piss… Look at you, overflowing…” Leone degrades Giorno relentlessly until his stream finally trickles out to an end.
Leone lets Giorno’s hips slide down his torso to the bed before he sits back on his ankles. Immediately, the ecstasy fades and he feels himself start to drop.
The bitter stenches of piss and cum mingle with the sticky-sweet scent of hot fresh milk and cloy at Leone’s senses.
“Giorno, are you—you let me piss in you! Is everything okay at home?” He tries to ask, craving reassurance that he didn’t just break his favorite golden boy.
“Leone!” Giorno chides, still riding high on pleasure. “I love you, baby.”
“I was gonna clean this up, but...” Leone tries to offer.
“Don’t worry, I got it.” Giorno grins a mischievous grin and reaches down between his legs. Then he pops out a bouquet of flowers from nowhere.
Leone laughs and takes the flowers. “Alright, piss boy. Did you put a jellyfish in your pussy too? Was all this piss stuff just a lie?”
Giorno giggles and assures Leone that, no, this time he really did let himself get pissed in.
Leone sniffs the flowers. “Smells like piss.”
Giorno grins. “Well, I can only change so many of their properties.”
Leone casts his eyes downward at the puddle of piss and milk and squirt and sweat and come and spit on the mattress. It looks pretty unsalvageable.
“Why don’t we sleep in your bed tonight?” Giorno offers. It’s a very good idea.
Leone accepts, and picks Giorno up in his arms to carry him to his own room.
They have sweet dreams and also live happily ever after. The end!