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Fugo had approached Giorno about trying to bring impact play into their bedroom two weeks ago. He explained how he had been fantasizing about it for a while: being bent over Giorno’s lap… held down as Giorno smacks him while telling him how good or naughty he was. It was met with a less than enthusiastic reaction from Giorno.
“I don’t think I’d be comfortable doing that. Hitting you…I’m not sure I could do it.”
Giorno had assured him that this was a ‘him problem’ and Fugo shouldn’t be embarrassed by it. Fugo got him to promise to think about it and get back to him with a final decision.
That’s what leads Fugo here: naked on his hands and knees on the bed in the bedroom they shared with Giorno’s hairbrush in one hand. Fugo had been unable to get the thoughts out of his mind these last few days, and the fact that Giorno was gone on a business trip made for an opportunity to try this on his own, to see if fantasy would match reality at all. He quickly learned that it did.
Fugo was so hard, and he could feel the precum running down his shaft. Each smack he gave himself with Giorno’s hairbrush felt like it was pushing more out.
‘Good boy, Panna. You can cum whenever you are ready,’ the Giorno of his mind whispered in his ear while giving him another smack, ‘but I want to see if you can cum from just me spanking you.’
“Giorno,” Fugo whines, hips jerking at the imagined praise. He feels so, so close.
“Panna?”
Fugo moans at Giorno’s voice…then he realizes that the voice was decidedly not in his head. He sits up, eyes flying open as he spins around.
“Gi-Giorno?!”
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Things had gone exceptionally well on this trip. No blood was shed, and they had bowed to his demands fairly quickly. Quickly enough, in fact, that Giorno could come home two days ahead of schedule. It was late when he got home. Giorno knows Fugo well enough to know that he was either still working in his office or sleeping in their room right now.
He checks the office first, hulling his luggage through the halls until he reaches the shut door. There isn’t any light coming out from under it, so to the bedroom it was.
Giorno could see that the bedroom light was on as he approached the bedroom door. ‘Perhaps he was doing some late-night reading,’ he thought as he opened the door. That was decidedly not the image he was greeted with.
Instead, he sees Fugo on his hands and knees, ass slightly pink from what is likely the use of the brush in Fugo’s hand. He seems to be in his own world, not noticing the sound of the door opening. Or perhaps he does, because Fugo then whines his name.
“Panna?”
Giorno was apparently right the first time, because at the voicing of his name Fugo spins around.
“Gi-Giorno?!”
Giorno opens his mouth to speak, perhaps to explain his sudden return, but whatever the words are, they are choked off by a gasp at the state Panna is in. He’s red and panting, his cock is hard and twitching. Giorno begins to feel his reservations about spanking start to leak away as he watches an almost endless stream of precum leak from Pannacotta’s cock. Seeing how much it turns Fugo on… Giorno had done his research and thought about it as he had promised but had still felt slightly uneasy at the prospect, but he suddenly feels much more willing to try if his reactions look like that . With that his resolve is set. If Fugo wants him to do this he is on board, and Giorno Giovanna never does something at anything less than his best. He drops his bags and approaches the bed, both hands folded behind his back.
When he reaches Fugo he kisses him in greeting before stepping back and taking all of his pretty body in. He can’t help licking his lips at the sight.
“Oh Panna, you’re dripping everywhere . Were you being naughty and touching yourself, dear?” He leans in to whisper in Fugo’s ear, “Do you need to be taught a lesson?”
Fugo squeaks, and Giorno grins as he sees Fugo swallow before choking out a response.
“I–I haven’t touched myself!”
“No?” Giorno pulls back and looks at Fugo with half-mock surprise. He had seen what Fugo had been up to before, but could it really all be from just that? “Then what has you so worked up, Panna? Why don’t you tell me exactly what you were doing that got you in such a delicious state?”
Fugo’s face is adorably flushed with a combination of arousal and embarrassment.
“I was…I was spanking myself, but I was imagining you doing it,” he just-audibly mumbles. “You were telling me I was a g-good boy, too,” he manages to force out.
Panna was too cute, Giorno can’t help the smile that spreads across his face.
“Ahh, so far from being naughty, you were being a good boy for me, hmm?” Fugo tentatively nods and Giorno sees his cock twitch. “It still seems a bit naughty though, don’t you think? Home alone, on your hands and knees and spanking yourself with my hairbrush…but I can hardly be upset when this is the result.” Giorno gives Fugo’s body another look over, and the blond squirms slightly under his gaze. “Well then, how about you answer my question from before? Do you need to be taught a lesson? Do you need me to take you over my knee and spank you?”
Fugo lets out a high-pitched whine as he enthusiastically nods again, leaning towards Giorno as if begging for his touch. Giorno doesn’t give it to him yet, still holding his hands behind his back.
“I need a verbal response, Fugo. Tell me what you need me to do.”
Fugo lets out a frustrated whimper, but he eventually finds his voice. “Yes, please spank me, GioGio. I need it, I need you . Please .”
The begging was not required but it is very appreciated. Giorno is already getting hard in his pants. Seeing Fugo all worked up just makes him want to push until all that tension is unleashed. Giorno finally pulls his hands from behind his back to cup Panna’s pink cheek, leaning in and giving him a firm kiss. When he pulls back he looks into Fugo’s eyes, deadly serious.
“I need you to promise me you will tell me if I’m going too far, okay?”
Some of the fog in Pannacotta’s eyes clears as he reaches up and holds Giorno’s face in his own hands. “We have both verbal and non-verbal safewords, and back-ups if I feel I can’t do either. I trust you to use them if needed and to listen when I use mine. You trust me to do the same, right?”
Giorno smiles softly, trust Panna to know how to soothe his nerves. He feels his resolve solidify once more. “Of course.”
Giorno leans down once more, pressing his lips to the smile Fugo had given in response. A small lick to the seam of his lips has Panna’s mouth opening up with a moan as his tongue slips in. He feels Fugo start to squirm again as his hands slip down to his waist and Giorno is reminded of how worked up the other man was before Giorno walked in. Giorno pulls back, leaving Panna panting and eyes cloudy once more, and moves to sit on the end of the bed. Fugo shuffles over and lays himself over Giorno’s lap.
Girono runs a hand over Fugo’s already pink ass, enjoying the hums that turn into moans when he squeezes. After a moment of this Giorno takes a deep breath, pulls his hand back, and brings it back down for a light smack. Fugo pushes back into the hand but otherwise doesn’t react, so on the second hit Giorno goes harder. It’s hard enough that he faintly sees his handprint after he pulls his hand away. Giorno… likes that more than he was expecting. Fugo moans softly as he does a similar hit to the other side, enjoying the symmetry. Giorno does a few more hits like this before he decides to go harder, landing a firm smack in the center of Fugo’s cheeks.
The reaction is immediate. Fugo jolts forward on Giorno’s lap, a low moan escaping from his lips. Smack! Another in the same place, another jolt and moan, though this one is muted. Giorno looks over to see that Fugo has his face smashed into the bed, biting the blanket. Giorno reaches over and digs his fingers into Fugo’s hair and yanks his head up while simultaneously delivering another firm smack. Fugo chokes out a moan.
“Panna don’t be naughty, I want to hear what I do to you.” His voice is slightly sing-song. Giorno lets go of his hair and Fugo’s head drops back down. Fugo’s face is now turned to the side so Giorno can see. His face is flushed and Giorno can see tears beading up at the corner of his eye. Cute.
“Y-yes, GioGio.”
“Good boy, Panna.” Fugo sinks into the bed with a whine at the words. It transforms into a yelp when Giorno brings his hand down again. “I want your head turned like that, do you understand?” Fugo nods in response, so Giorno delivers a firm smack and tries again. “Use your words.”
“Ahhhh! Sorry! Yes, GioGio.”
Giorno gives Fugo a sweet smile. Fugo smiles shyly in return and Giorno holds back a coo. So cute. His hand falls against Fugo’s pink ass and he watches as the smile morphs into a gasp of pain and pleasure. Fugo’s hips squirm against his thigh and Giorno is beginning to feel the wet seep through his pants and onto his leg.
Giorno reaches his arm under Fugo to give a quick rub to the head of his cock before peppering his backside with more smacks to feel the oozing in real-time. He brings back his hand a sticky mess, rubbing his fingers together. Giorno feels eyes on him. He looks down at Fugo and their eyes meet. Fugo bites his lip as Giorno brings his hand closer to Fugo’s face.
“Open,” he commands. Fugo whimpers before letting his mouth fall open. Giorno gently shoves his fingers in, rubbing at Fugo’s tongue and waiting to see if he gets ahead of himself. He doesn’t, he simply keeps his mouth open while drool and needy cries escape around the fingers as he waits for Giorno’s next order.
Giorno smiles, truly pleased. “What an obedient boy you are being today, Panna. Suck.” Fugo’s lips immediately close around the fingers as he keens, his hips wiggle against Giorno’s thigh. Giorno meets the movement with a harsh smack, harder than any of the previous ones. Fugo jerks in his lap before settling again. His cry goes straight to Giorno’s dick.
“You are making such a mess on my leg. You are being so good for me, but you can’t help but be a little naughty, can you?” Giorno removes his fingers from Fugo’s mouth and waits. When Fugo just keens and doesn’t say anything, he delivers an equally harsh smack to the other side and enjoys the sound it pulls from his throat. “I asked you a question, dearest.”
Fugo squirms desperately. Tears are now starting to fall down his cheek. “I’m sorry! I don’t want to be bad, I want to be good!”
Giorno shushes him, wiping the tears away. “Oh sweet boy, you are being so good. I didn’t say you were being bad, now did I? What did I ask you, Pannacotta? Are you going to make me repeat myself? That would be being bad.”
Fugo shakes his head with a whimper. “No! You said…you asked me…” Giorno raises an eyebrow and Fugo rushes to get the words out. “…if I can stop myself from acting naughty.”
Giorno hums and gives a smack to the center of his cheeks, causing Fugo to yelp and grind his cock down against Giorno’s thigh. “Ohhhh! Oh Gio I can’t help it! It feels so good!”
Giorno can hardly believe how much Fugo loves this. The way he’s squirming on Giorno’s lap is doing things to him. He pauses, rubbing his hand over the cute hot pink cheeks, and decides he wants to see how red it can get. He glances over at where his hairbrush sits and ponders it a moment before reaching over and picking it up.
Fugo’s eyes go wide as it comes into his view, shuddering as the cool wood touches his backside.
“Give me your color, Panna.”
“Green!” Fugo pushes his rear up against the brush.
Smack!
“Oh, fuck. GioGio, please!”
Giorno had put a little less power behind the hit than the last spank he’d given, but it seems the hairbrush really amplifies the effect. He brings it down on the other side, smiling at Fugo’s drawn-out moan. Giorno brings the brush twice quickly in succession, once on each cheek. He pauses for a moment before delivering another two a bit lower. And then another pair, and then another, decreasing the time between each twin smacks. Fugo’s backside is beginning to take on a nice rosy color.
“Giornooo,” Fugo whines as he grinds onto Giorno’s thigh. “Harder, please!”
Giorno pauses for a second. He’s not a stranger to those words by a longshot, though never in this context. He finds the plea almost deliciously irresistible. The following two hits he brings down harder and at the top of Fugo’s buttocks. The body in his lap jolts up before grinding down even harder into his lap.
“Oh, GioGio, yes.”
Giorno bites back a grin before delivering a barrage of smacks all over the squirming backside, culminating in two strong smacks to the white skin of the very tops of Fugo’s thighs.
Smack! Smack!
“Oh!” Fugo’s hand flies back in an attempt to cover what has to be a sharply stinging thigh, but doesn’t use his safeword. Giorno’s free hand grabs his wrist and brings it to the small of his back. He checks Fugo’s face for distress before layering the hits with another two.
“Oh, owww!” Fugo’s legs kick as he cries out. Giorno rubs the back of the brush against Fugo’s thigh, bringing down another four smacks on top of the other ones.
“Oh! Ow, ow, ow! Gio!” Fugo’s feet are in constant movement now, toes drumming against the bed and legs kicking. Giorno pauses to rub with the brush again.
“Does it hurt, Panna?”
Fugo’s expression is adorable, teary eyes wide and pleading. The look is almost innocent, like Fugo hadn’t in fact begged to be in this position.
“Y-yes.”
Smack! Smack!
“Do you like that it hurts, dear? Does the pain make you feel good?”
Fugo gives Giorno an adorably happy grin as he once again pushes his backside back against the brush. When he speaks his voice is a bit dazed but obviously pleased. “S-so much. Gio, it's so good. It’s almost too much.”
Giorno only just holds back an exhilarated giggle at this response, thankful that the man in his lap is too out of it to analyze his expression and get the wrong idea. He’s so glad he walked in on Fugo. He loves seeing Pannacotta so clearly enjoying himself. This is fun.
Giorno hums. “You’ll need to hold on a bit longer, dear. I don’t think I’m quite done yet.”
Giorno hears a soft moan and resumes the spanking. His smacks are slightly harder than they were before as he resumes his alternating pattern from earlier on Fugo’s cheeks. He’s thoroughly enjoying his cute Panna squirming on his lap in pleasure from just the impact of the brush on his backside, and Giorno is sure he can feel that… appreciation.
Smack! Smack!
It makes Giorno wonder—
Smack! Smack!
—how close to the edge he can get Fugo from doing this. The soaked pant leg says all the way, but Giorno wants to see if he needs the grinding to make it over the edge. Hmm…
“Panna, I need you to scoot forward.”
Fugo looks at him, eyes dazed and confused, but gets to his knees anyway. He shuffles forward a bit and Giorno helps him settle back down, not giving him any time before delivering another pair of powerful smacks.
Fugo thrusts his hips forward and discovers what Giorno has done by rearranging him; Giorno had spread his thighs enough that now Fugo’s erection hangs between them instead of pressed against it.
“Giornooo, I wanna cum!” Another two smacks, another thrust of hips to what must be achingly empty space. “Please, please, please I- ah!”
Smack! Smack!
Giorno can’t help but smile. Fugo is whining in such an adorably heartbroken fashion. Giorno can’t wait to see him fall apart.
“Shhh shhh. Good boys get to cum, don’t they?”
“Y-yes, GioGio,” Fugo answers hesitantly.
“Mmm. And you’ve been so good for me, Panna. You can cum. I’ll make sure you cum, squirming and crying all over my lap.” Giorno delivers two more spanks, and despite his kicking and wiggling, he keeps his eyes on Giorno’s, pleading.
“Giooo.”
Giorno doesn’t bother hiding his pleased grin. “I wonder if you can cum from just me spanking you… Let’s find out.”
A full-body shudder runs down Fugo’s body at the words, and he calls out a needy sob.
“Please.”
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Fugo is on cloud nine. His backside hurts, but he loves it. The hot, stinging sensation fueling the warmth in his groin, each smack sending jolts directly to his cock. He’s so, so close. He thought he was going to come after Giorno said those words…so close to his fantasy, but so much better.
Fugo doesn’t cum, the loss of friction enough to prevent him from going over the edge for now. He grinds his hips into the empty space, desperate to take himself over the edge, whimpering as the friction never comes.
He yelps as Giorno resumes the spanking, twin smacks of the hairbrush over the tops of his already sensitive thighs. Fugo’s hips jolt forward involuntarily, and he makes a discovery; Giorno hasn’t spread his legs quite enough to prevent Fugo from running his tip just against the material of Giorno’s pants.
Smack! Smack!
Fugo thrusts his hips hard with the smacks, desperate for even the tiniest amount of friction at the end of his cock. He knows that Giorno wants to see if he can come untouched—Smack! Smack!— but this barely even counts, right? It’s-it’s not a touch, it’s a brush at best. If he’s careful not to actually press into Giorno’s thigh, Gio won’t even notice.
It’s with these thoughts in mind that Fugo endures the next round of spanking, arching his hips back to receive the first smack then thrusting his hips forward on impact and receiving its pair with his cockhead brushing up against Giorno’s pants.
This works right up until it doesn’t.
A particularly sharp crack of the brush against the sensitive skin where his bottom meets his thigh has him thrusting much too enthusiastically forward. The perfect balance is broken as his cock bumps firmly on the inside of Giorno’s thigh.
The second smack never comes, Giorno pausing midswing. Fugo whimpers and opens his eyes hesitantly to look at Giorno’s face. The sharp look he receives shouldn’t be as arousing as it is.
“Panna, are you cheating right now?”
“I—I—ah! ”
Giorno’s arm comes down and Fugo is unable to stop his body from indulging itself in the way it has been and he thrusts up against Giorno’s pants.
Giorno clicks his tongue. “Pannacotta Fugo, have you been doing that this entire time?” Fugo feels Giorno’s thighs spread under him and moans mournfully, whispering out a “Yes.”
Fugo squirms as Giorno shakes his head. “How naughty. I said I want to see you come just from the spanking, and here you are, greedily rubbing up against me. Acting completely unappreciative of how indulgent I’ve been this entire time, I even gave you permission to come. I can revoke that, you know. Maybe I should stop right now, tie you up and wait for you to calm down.”
Fugo imagines it, being tied down to the bed and being made to wait until his erection deflates. It makes his cock twitch but he needs to come. He keens urgently, shaking his head. “No! Please, I’m sorry! I'll be good. I’m so close, I need it! Please. ”
Fugo waits with bated breath as Giorno stares at him, clearly making a decision on Fugo’s fate. After what feels like an eternity but was probably more like thirty seconds, Giorno nods and speaks, rubbing the back of the brush against Fugo’s aching bottom.
“I’m going to spank you ten more times. If you don’t come from that, I’ll tie you down and we can try again later.”
Giorno doesn’t give him a chance to respond before delivering two scorching smacks to the top of Fugo’s thighs.
Fugo jerks and starts cumming immediately with a shattered wail.
But Giorno doesn’t stop, simply grips Fugo’s waist tightly and delivers another two on top.
Fugo hears himself choke, then the tears that have been occasionally streaking down his cheeks start pouring out as begins bawling.
Smack! Smack!
Sparks flash behind Fugo’s eyelids as he feels himself coming down from the orgasm and he claws against the bedsheets. He tries to catch his breath and fails.
Smack! Smack!
Fugo feels like he’s being sent into another plane of existence, delivered there by the bruising spanks to his thighs. He feels a pressure growing deep in his gut, pulsing in time with the pain shooting through his backside.
Smack! Smack!
Fugo howls and hears something falling to the floor. He completely collapses as his vision goes white with bright hot pleasure.