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"Oof!" Giorno had tripped on something...the edge of the rug in his room. Fitting, seeing as the lights were out. He was supposed to be sleeping. He sighed and sat on the floor, tossing his almost waist length braid behind him again.
It was all Trish's fault, really. She had come back to Naples just yesterday and she was only staying a few days before going to New York for another fashion show. She had come to Giorno's office that afternoon with a sneaky smile, telling him she wanted to take him out dancing. Just a fun night, she'd said, you and me, dancing and getting hit on and having fun! It did sound fun so off they went, both almost 25, sneaking out of Giorno's mansion at 10:30 like naughty school children, running down the street to a gay bar.
Giorno had been the Boss of Passione for almost 10 years now. 10 years of non-stop work. He'd taken the odd vacation here or there but he always ended up working through them. The only time he stopped working, really, was when Mista made him.
Mista, his wonderful underboss, bodyguard and subject of his late night fantasies. Giorno adored Mista, he always had. The man was stunning, strong, fit and deadly. Talk about a lethal combination, and he'd only gotten more attractive with age. Broad shoulders and chest, thick thighs and buff arms! Giorno felt himself swoon every time he even thought of Mista.
Trish knew, of course she knew and she had been trying to get Giorno to do something about it for years! Either get a move on with Mista or move on to someone else she had yelled at him in the club. But she knew as well as anyone that it wasn't that simple. He didn't even know if Mista was attracted to men, let alone to Giorno. Sure, Giorno knew that he was vaguely attractive but he didn't hold a candle to Mista; burly, big, manly Mista who blatantly toted a gun in the front of his ostentatious tiger stripe leather pants as if drawing attention to his dick was his job.
No, in contrast Giorno had only seemed to become more waifish. He was still solid, but he was thin and kind of gangly, with legs that seemed too long for the rest of his body. He wasn't all that tall either, it was his Asian heritage coming through there. It looked like he was just destined to be a bit petite no matter what but he was happy that he could still borrow clothes from Trish since she did have excellent taste.
Giorno was startled out of his thoughts by a light turning on. "Where the hell have you been? I came in here an hour ago to make sure you were sleeping only to find you gone!" Mista said getting up off the bed, setting his pistol on the nightstand.
"Mista, how kind of you to wait for me." Giorno said mildly, as if he hadn't just climbed through his own bedroom window and tripped on the rug.
"Don't give me that bullshit. Where were you?" Large arms flailing, baring more of his chisled abs for his boss to drink in.
"Trish wanted to dance and have a fun night out with me. We went to the bar a few blocks over." Giorno explained sitting down at his vanity, getting ready to dismantle his hair.
"Why didn't you tell me? I thought you had gotten kidnapped or killed or something."
The blond leveled a look at Mista through the mirror as if to say 'Don't be ridiculous.' Pulling hidden pins from his iconic victory rolls and gently unfurling the locks.
Mista just sighed and nodded. Switching gears he brightened "So, you're home. The ladies weren't biting tonight then?"
Giorno let a ghost of a smile drift over his face as he gently pulled his fingers through his braid, maybe this was his chance to gauge Mista's feelings a little.
"No, I wouldn't say that. Trish did quite well. I'd say the ladies were considerably keen. As for myself, well, I got invited to several different places by men, including the glory hole in the bathroom and one very bold gentleman asked me verbatim for "a quickie out by the dumpster"." He had a full grin on his face now as he made air quotes to complete his story.
Mista showed no signs of distress, laughing heartily at the mention of a glory hole. "And you didn't go? A quickie by the dumpster sounds like a prime offer if the dude is hot enough."
Giorno giggled along, spritzing leave-in conditioner into his wavy hair before brushing it out "Oh yes, I would love to lose my virginity to a random man behind a gay bar next to masses of trash. Very romantic."
Quite quickly he realized that he was the only one laughing and upon reviewing what he'd said, the color drained from his face. He really hadn't meant to let that detail slip. Cautious, he looked up at Mista through the mirror. He didn't look how Giorno expected him to look. Instead of horrified or overly amused, Mista looked confused just standing next to the blond's massive bed.
"Mista?" He asked quietly.
"Sorry, I- wait. How- just how? How is that even possible?" More flailing.
Giorno just turned to look at him, continuing to brush his hair, wordlessly asking him to continue.
"Giorno. Come on." Mista kept going after seeing the blond's still puzzled face. "How the fuck are you still a virgin when you drop jaws where ever you go? Seriously! In your first ever meeting as Don half the Capo's may as well have had neon signs above their heads flashing "10 OUT OF 10, FINE PIECE OF ASS, WOULD BANG", remember?"
Giorno's face scrunched. He didn't want to think about his Capos thinking about him that way, gross. "No, I don't remember that. Besides, when would I have even had time for a relationship? I've been working for close to 10 years straight. You've been with me this whole time. You know what it's like."
"Who said you gotta have a relationship to have sex? If you wanted you could." Mista stated it so matter of fact.
Giorno shook his head. "I wanted my first time to be with someone special, not just to check a box." In reality, he'd been waiting for Mista, but he wasn't about to tell him that.
"Fair, I guess in our line of work it's hard to date. But if you're into dudes, why not just date someone in the organization? You could probably have anyone you wanted, and not just cuz you're the boss either." Mista's smile and wink combo should be classified as a deadly weapon, Giorno averted his gaze but the blush burned bright.
"Trust." It was a simple but effective answer in Giorno's opinion. He hoped it was at least as he absently brushed his hair, trying not to look like he was hiding behind the voluminous tresses.
"Aww, now you just hurt my feelings. You don't trust me?" Mista teased.
"Of course I trust you, what a-" Giorno narrowed his eyes. "Mista, you're straight."
"Eh, -ish. But all bets are off when it comes to someone as gorgeous as you."
He felt his jaw drop. Giorno had never been so stunned in his entire life. This could not be happening! This was too much!
"Mista!" He sounded almost scandalized. It was times like this that Giorno hated the combination of his pale complexion and his Asian heritage making his blushing far too obvious for his comfort. "Are- are you being serious? This isn't funny."
"I ain't trying to be a comedian, Babe." Christ! Mista's 'interrogation' voice makes an appearance!
"Why now? After so long?" His own voice sounded strangled to his ears.
"Didn't know you were into dudes. I had, y'know, suspicions but I didn't want to assume since I never really saw you looking at anyone. I even thought that you were asexual, which would have been a shame seeing as you're such a stunner."
Giorno's face was on fire, he had to suppress the urge to hide in his hair and shriek with delighted embarrassment. Instead he said "How could I ever look at anyone else, when you are right here for me to look at?"
Mista's predatory smile would live in Giorno's memories forever. "Well, damn Babe, if I had known you would jump at the chance I would have been hitting on you this whole time." He adjusted his stance, slapped his thighs and threw his arms out wide. "Well? Are you jumping, or what?"
Giorno vaulted over his vanity stool and threw himself at Mista, knowing his underboss would catch him. Wrapping his legs around his gunslinger's tight middle he kissed him with everything he had, rubbing his half hard erection on the abs he'd craved to touch.
Mista held him like he weighed nothing. It was one of the hottest things Giorno could even fathom. He felt ravenous, out of control. He needed Mista like he needed air.
"Fuck Gio! Is this even real?" Mista whispered between kisses.
"God I hope so! I've thought about this so many times." Giorno pushed his hands under Mista's hat, throwing it with force to the ground where they would later discover a dent in the hardwood.
"Tell me what you think about." Mista whispered, climbing onto the bed with Giorno still clinging to him.
Giorno grinned while rolling his hips. "I think about you. How you would touch me, pull my hair, fuck me so hard I wouldn't be able to walk for a week! I think about you coming into my office and bending me over my desk whenever you wanted. I think about how I'd let you. I'll let you do anything to me, Mista- Guido. I'll do anything for you."
"Is that why you grew your hair out? So I could wrap it around my fist and yank on it?" Mista murmured against Giorno's neck before pushing his hand into blond locks and pulling.
"Ohh, Guido, yes! I want to bounce on your cock! I want you to fold me in half, fill me up and leave me dripping with you."
"Jesus, Giorno!" The larger man laid him down, hovering over him, careful to move his hair out of the way and kissing him again.
"I have a dildo too. It's nice but it's never enough. I always want it harder, rougher. That doesn't stop me from cumming all over myself though."
"Oh God, okay. Asking you to talk might have been a mistake." Mista sat up, hurriedly pulling off his beloved crop sweater. "We need to...fucking get this shit going."
"Well," Giorno tucked his bottom lip under his teeth, gently caressing his chest and abdomen to watch Mista track his hands. "I may or may not have done a little prep work before I went out tonight. I think you'll be quite pleased."
"Yep, mistake. Giorno, I'm about to bust my zipper, I'm so hard. And these are my favorite pants."
Giorno pretending to pout, "Oh, we can't have that." He said, pushing his gunslinger off the bed to stand as he slid, sinuous, to the floor in front of him and got to work on the fly of the leather pants.
"Fuck, fuck! Are you sure you're a virgin? This isn't normal virgin behavior."
He'd finally freed Mista's cock and it was magnificent. Thick and long with a fat head and a few particularly prominent veins. He almost couldn't fit his hand around it. Unable to pull his eyes away from the vision before him he murmured an answer to Mista's question. "I've watched plenty of porn."
The cock in his hand pulsed, causing his mouth to flood with saliva. "Can I suck it, Mista? Just a little. Please?" His voice came out breathy and weak. "I want to taste it, choke on it. Oh, Guido."
"Ah, fuck me." Mista whispered before nodding.
"Maybe next time." The cheeky smile was only visible for a moment, then Giorno took the head of Mista's cock in his mouth.
Oh, yes. This was what he wanted. The hot erection in his mouth, the weight of it on his tongue, it felt divine. Slightly salty bitter precum coated his taste buds. Mista's fingers threading through his hair and tightening in the strands. He got so lost that when he gagged, it took him by surprise.
"Babe, you gotta stop or I won't last."
Giorno was loathe to part from his task but there were better things to come. He pushed Mista to sit back on the large bed and stepped away, slowly unbuttoning the shirt he wore then turning to block Mista's view of his front. Luxuriantly rolling his shoulders, he shrugged the fabric off and looked back at Mista coyly. His underboss sat, transfixed at the edge of the mattress as Giorno allowed the shirt to flutter to the ground.
Making quick work of his pants he finally got to see Mista's reaction to his surprise. Giorno, raking his hair out of the way, reached back and pulled his lower cheeks apart, exposing the flared end of a magenta butt plug. "I said I'd prepared, did I not?"
Mista made a slightly alarming choking sound then wrapped a fist around the base of his erection and held it. Giorno was flattered and blushed horribly before Mista grabbed the blond's hips and tossed him on the bed like a rag doll.
"You are the horniest little slut of a virgin I've ever met." The older man said through gritted teeth as he wrenched off his prized leather pants.
"Oooh, Guido, yesss!" Giorno whined rubbing his palms over his own chest, pulling at a nipple just to tease his underboss.
"Why don't you turn over so I can spank that naughty ass that I've been dying to get my hands on since day one?"
Giorno scrambled to turn over, dropping his shoulders down low and spreading his knees wide. He knew he was putting on a show and he loved it.
"Just look at you! You want it so bad, don't you? I can't believe a nasty little thing like you went this long with out a dick in your ass." A harsh slap startled a yelp out of Giorno and he felt pre-cum start to leak out of his head and his balls draw up.
"I've been waiting for you." Giorno murmured over his shoulder. Another smack landed on his other cheek and he moaned loudly, rolling his hips at the feeling, jostling the plug inside him.
"Do you want it like this? So I can pull your hair and spank you? Is that how you want me to fuck your little, virgin hole?"
Giorno's whole body trembled. It was so dirty, he loved it. "Please Guido, fuck my tight ass!" Pushing his face fully into the bed he reached back and pulled his ass open, displaying the end of the bright plug to his soon-to-be lover. "I'm all ready for you and everything."
"Shit, fuck! Babe! I'm gonna fuck you so hard. Where are your condoms? Lube?"
"Lube is in the night stand drawer. We don't need a condom. I know you're clean, you got tested last month." His voice suddenly got darker. "You haven't had any one since then have you?"
"No, God no! I was just trying to be considerate." Mista said, opening the lube.
"Good. Dispense with the consideration." Giorno sat up on his knees, pressing back so his body was flush with the wall of muscle behind him and kissing Mista messily over his shoulder. "I want you to fuck me like I'm your very own personal whore. Brand me, make me yours, inside and out. To be used and filled up when ever you want."
The world spun briefly before he found himself with his face shoved into the bed linens once again, but this time, Mista's grip was tight on the back of his neck.
"Babe, if that's what you want, then that's what you'll get. Just remember: you asked for it." Blunt fingers grasped the end of the plug, struggling slightly to get a firm grip due to the lube collected around his hole. Pulling steadily, the stiff silicone emerged, rounding the widest part then sliding right out. The lax muscle gaped for a moment, winked, then closed again.
Mista tossed the plug, not caring where it landed, completely transfixed by the pink pucker waiting to be deflowered.
"Jesus Christ, Giorno. This ass! I've dreamed about this ass." Laying a hard whack down on a fleshy cheek again, Mista rubbed his fingers over the delicately furrowed skin of Giorno's entrance. "And these legs wrapped around my waist or my head or thrown over my shoulders, bouncing as I fuck you. God, I've rubbed my dick raw thinking about you."
Giorno felt breathless, high on Mista's deep voice. A high, thin whine escaped the blond's lips as he rocked his hips back, begging for more friction against his sensitive hole. "G-Guido, please!"
The fingers were gone and so was the hand holding him down. For a moment it seemed like he was about to float away but then he felt large palms, pushing his ass apart and a thick, hot, wet erection laying right in his crack. His thighs shook, it was sublime.
"Later I'm gonna do so many things to you." Mista dragged his hips back and pushed forward, fucking the cleavage of Giorno's plush backside. "I'll suck your cock and eat your ass till you're cross eyed." A sharp swat to his already reddened flesh had Giorno whimpering. "I'm gonna fuck you in the shower, cum all over your face and your perfect hair and your fucking tits! Uhhnn! I'll have you so many times your ass will never be the same. Fuck you so hard all of Naples is gonna know that Don Giovanna gets dicked down so good by his underboss that he fucking begs for this cock every night."
Giorno's whole body was shuddering, he wanted it, he wanted everything Mista was saying so badly. "Ye-yes! Guido! Ahnnn! Want- oohh- want your dick."
Mista leaned down, draping his hard, brawny torso over Giorno's back "And then after all that, after I've ruined you, I'm gonna make the sweetest love to you. Tell you how beautiful and gorgeous you are and how I've loved you for 10 years and I can't even think of living with out you." Giorno let out a choked sob and nodded frantically. Mista laid a soft kiss on a pale cheekbone before straightening up. "But that's for later. Now, I think it's time for me to wreck this asshole. God you're a dream! So perfect, just for me. Face down, ass up, I wish you could see yourself!"
Giorno also kind of wished he could see, he wanted to relive this moment a million times over.
The slick, wet head of Mista's cock dragging over his opening, barely catching before popping out again. It took a few more tries until Giorno felt that perfect spread of his muscle. He gasped at the feeling, angling his hips back just right and then Mista's thick length was sinking into his passage.
The stretch was immense, Mista was wide and he cleaved Giorno's walls apart like nothing had ever done before. That breathless feeling was back, tinged with euphoria and right as Mista nudged the last bit of his cock into his beautiful Don, hips resting firmly against his lush ass, Giorno came, spectacularly.
Mista grabbed a huge handful of the blond's ass and squeezed it brutally, burying his member deeper in that pulsing, fluttering hole, trying desperately not to just start thrusting with abandon.
"Babe, fuck! S-sexy, so -unf- so fucking sexy! Leave it to you to be the best Goddamn bottom on the planet on your first try. Fuck! I'll pull out in a second."
"No! D-Don't pull it out. I cannnn-nuh! I can go again." Giorno mewled.
"But- but you just came."
A hazy green eye looked at him over a pale shoulder. Taking a shaking, heaving breath he spoke. "You know I hate repeating myself but I will this once. I can orgasm again. I've done it before. Now, Guido: fuck me like you promised."
Mista froze, shocked into silence for a fleeting second. Then he broke into a wide, feral grin. "You are, with out a doubt, the sexiest thing I've ever seen! The first time you get a real cock in you you cum all over it on the first thrust and you still want more?" Wrapping his thick hands around Giorno's slim waist he began to pull out.
Giorno nodded. "I want you to ravage me. AH!" The wonderful feeling of his stretched ass gripping onto the erection slowly drawing out then driving back in had him wailing.
"Oh Babe, don't you worry your pretty blonde head about that. I'm going to." And with that reassurance Mista commenced with absolutely pummeling Giorno's asshole.
It was glorious, it was everything Giorno had ever wanted and more. Rapturous, blissful, nothing else mattered except for Mista fucking the very life out of him.
"G-G-Gui-i-do-oh-OH!" Giorno realized that he was drooling and his cheek was sore from being pushed into the bed so hard.
"What's that, Babe? You want it harder? Rougher? Yeah, I know you do. You wouldn't be happy unless I broke your hip, fucking you so hard." Mista's gravely interrogation voice caused Giorno to weakly roll his spine, urging a groan from Mista's throat. He reached for the yellow locks scattered across the bed. "Shit yeah, throw that ass back on my dick. Show me how much you want it!"
Finally able to gain a bit of breath back Giorno pushed up on his elbows and rode Mista's cock as best he could, canting his hips back and forth in a quick rocking motion. "Guido, oh God, I can't live with out your cock in my greedy ho-OLLE-ULGG!" He choked out as Mista wrenched his head back by his long hair clenched in an unwavering fist.
"I know you can't. Look at this ass! Taking my cock like you were born for it!" He twisted the blonde strands around his wrist, forcing Giorno's back to bow to an almost unnatural degree and spanking the florid skin of his luscious ass. "That's it, that's right. I'm gonna blow your back out for your first time. Nobody's gonna be able to fuck you how you want except me, ever." His hair suddenly gave way and Giorno fell forward, flopping on the bed as his hair was tossed to the side. Mista, leaning his fists on the mattress, bracketing Giorno's hips with his forearms and spreading the blond's legs with his knees even further. Giorno was almost completely down on the mattress, with only his hips hovering. He could feel Mista's hot, huffing breath on his back and he shivered. It was like being pinned under a beast with no possible escape. The thrusts were powerful enough that Giorno had to reach up and brace for impact on the headboard, all coming from Mista's perfectly chisled abs.
"Gonna fill you up now. You want it? You want me to claim this ass as mine? Cram you full of my cum? Breed this hole so no one else can have it? Fuck, I'm gonna stuff you so full you'll never not have my cum in you!"
"Yes, yes, yes, Guido! I want it! Give it to me, please!"
"Are you gonna cum one more time for me, Babe? Come on, Gio. Make yourself quiver on my cock again. I need to feel how hungry your hole is for my cum. Then I'll pump your guts full of my hot, sticky load. Shove it right up in your tight fucking ass. I'mma breed this filthy, nasty hole."
Giorno's vision flashed white and he screamed, legs quaking as he tried to push back against Mista's hips in vain.
"Oh fuck yeah, that's what I want Babe: your ass sucking on my dick. Come on, oooh yes, that's it! Shit, yeah! Just like that, Gio! Just like that, yeah! Yeah! Babe! Take it, take my cock, take my fucking cock! Giorno! UUUUHHHHNNNNNN!"
Giorno felt that thick member twitch and then the throbbing of Mista flooding his ass with his cum. His hips grinding in, trying to wedge his way deeper, reach the head of his length further into the blond underneath him.
Gradually Mista relaxed, slumping gingerly on top of Giorno, slipping his hands up under his body to cradle him and take some of the extra bodyweight.
Placid little kisses across his shoulder blades roused Giorno from his slight stupor.
"M' gonna pull out in a minute." He murmured, dragging kisses over the pale skin.
Giorno huffed. "Mmmmno. Stay."
The gunslinger grinned and shifted to lay kisses on the half of Giorno's face he could get to. "But how else am I gonna watch my cum drip out of you?" A little nip to his ear.
Giorno's cock gave a fleeting twitch of interest before he groaned. "Fine. If you must."
Mista's arms wobbled a little while he cautiously pulled his hips back. "Maybe some time we can try cock warming or something. Have you sit on my dick and do your paperwork all day." Mista patted the pillowy ass in front of him.
They both jumped slightly when the ridge at the head of his cock caught on the rim and popped out faster than they had expected it to.
Mista parted Giorno's warm, pink cheeks and watched as a generous glob of white emerged and rolled down his perineum. Mista felt his mouth water. Giorno looked back at him, recognizing the look on his face.
"You know Guido, my record for orgasms in one night is 4. Want to try and beat it?"
With no preamble, Mista dove right in, tongue first.