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Giorno padded through the doorway, his eyes glancing upon the dimly lit room to the figure of his father laying on the bed.
“How long have you been in here?” His voice is soft and quiet as he approaches, trying not to disturb Dio too much if he was sleeping. A soft grunt emits from the dark figure. Dio’s head was at the foot of the bed, a book placed beside him along with a notebook and a pencil that had fallen on the floor.
“Since about 5.” He hummed graciously, something akin to a yawn following his response. Dio stretches his arms above his head, popping his back gently. Giorno sits himself down on the bed after turning on a lamp, the room illuminating in a dull golden glow. He looks his father up and down, then notices his blood stained fingertips, the skin all torn and raw. Giorno clicks his tongue in disapproval, tenderly pulling Dio’s hands close.
“You’ve been picking again.” He states, the concern in his voice apparent. “What’s got you stressed?”
“It’s nothing. It’s just a bad habit, GioGio.” Dio turned his head to face Giorno, delicately slipping his hands out of Giorno’s to place on the boy’s waist. A sigh, heavy but relieved, falls from Giorno’s slightly parted lips. “You don’t have to worry about me.”
“I constantly worry about you.” Giorno deadpanned, then motioned to the room. “You’ve been laying in the dark for an hour biting the skin off your fingers.”
“That’s hardly the worst of my problems.” Dio scoffs quietly, shaking his head.
“So tell me what’s wrong. I’m more than capable of helping you, you should know that by now.” He pulls his fathers hands up into his once more, placing a kiss to each one of his knuckles. Giorno watches as Dio’s amber eyes close and his lips curl slightly into a blissful smile. He can’t help but smile as well.
“It’s probably just the season. It’s been so gloomy outside, I thrive off of sunlight you know.”
“Oh, do I ever.” Giorno chuckles, thinking of all the outrageous acts his father would commit on particularly sunny days. The older man had a tendency to dress in as little clothing as possible, if it was warm Dio was happy. It was always a delight to enable his fathers behavior. Giorno liked to look, Dio liked to show off. But he was right, it’s been gloomy the past couple days, gray skies hung above the city of Naples and it always played a massive role in Dio’s mood. “Maybe turning on some lights would help? Have you been taking your vitamin D?”
“I take it everyday, maybe I need to take more.” Dio muses, subconsciously picking at the skin around his fingernails again. Giorno catches his hands once more.
“Stop that. Seriously, do you need me to bandage them again?” He threatens playfully, eyebrows jutted upwards. “Because I will.”
“It would do me no good, I would rip them off.” The older man tilted his head to the side, his golden hair haloed around his head. Giorno shook his head, clicking his tongue again, unable to hide his smile. Dio smiles as well, a toothy grin that was reserved for Giorno and only Giorno.
“I just wanted to check up on you, I’m glad you’re not doing too horribly.” The young blond leaned down to kiss his fathers cheek chastly. “That’s all I wanted.”
“Mmm, that’s all?” Dio teased, voice barely above a whisper, breath hot against Giorno’s skin. He reaches up to nibble at Giorno’s ear but his son pulls away before he can.
“That’s all.” He loved watching Dio’s rare show of emotions, the way Dio’s face scrunched up slightly, and how he tried not to look upset by Giorno’s words.
“Well you know what I want, I’m sure.”
“I’m aware, yes.”
“And you and I both know I always end up getting what I want.”
“Of course.”
A silence falls between the two of them, Dio’s intense gaze locked with Giorno’s gentle one. Amber mixing with bright cerulean, such a hot and cold contrast.
“Are you?” Dio asks after a moment, his eyes wide.
“Am I what?” Giorno tilts his head in confusion, placing a hand on Dio’s broad chest.
“Are you aware?”
Another moment passes, Giorno nods, a soft blush spreading across his cheeks. His already pink skin is flushing warmer, the heat raises ever so slightly.
“Do you want me too, Giorno?” Dio asks, sitting up. He crowds Giorno’s space, placing his lips against Giorno’s exposed neck and gently proceeding to kiss and suck.
“Always.” The words were a spoken promise, Giorno felt his skin alight at Dio’s touch, a bursting jolt of electricity traveling through every nerve, rushing through his veins. The way his mind started to slowly shut down, Dio’s lips were equivalent to a sugar rush. But his hands? His hands were clean cocaine, and Giorno was addicted. He hums softly, Dio’s hand snaking up his shirt.
“Tell me what you want, GioGio. Let daddy take care of you.” He laid Giorno down, unzipping his son’s shirt and running his perfectly manicured nails over his slim body. Giorno moans softly, Dio is careful and gentle. They were used to ravishing passion, pleasurable pain, but Giorno was more than okay with the soft side of his father’s love.
“I want you, I want you to be gentle but do whatever you want. You always make me feel good.” Giorno muses, voice barely above a whisper. His father lays him down, trailing soft kisses along his chest and collarbones. The soft light in the room made for a perfect ambiance, illuminating them in a mellow golden glow. Dio rids Giorno of his pants, then removes his own. He’s slow, simple, taking his time with undressing his sweet boy.
“You’re so very pretty, Giorno, I hope you know that.” Dio praises, hands tracing Giorno’s torso, sharp nails trailing down towards his groin. He removes Giorno’s underwear, then he kisses down his son’s supple thighs as he pulls them off. A soft sigh falls from Giorno’s lips as he tangles his fingers into Dio’s loose, messy curls. Giorno spreads his thighs for Dio, inviting him with the gesture. His father takes the invitation with grace, his tongue tracing back up Giorno’s thigh. Giorno places a hand over his mouth as he gasps, Dio’s lips enveloping his throbbing cock. His head bobs up and down steadily, tongue working around him rhythmically. A sigh falls from Giorno’s parted lips, suddenly feeling the heat in the room. He lets his head fall back further, fisting handfuls of Dio’s soft hair.
“Oh, padre!” He moans out breathlessly. “Just like that, oh yes!” Dio’s skilled mouth doesn’t take long to bring Giorno close to the edge. He’s shaking ever so slightly from the pleasure, his father comes off his dick with a pop of his plump lips. A string of saliva connecting Giorno’s tip to Dio’s bottom lip. His eyes glaze over at the sight, biting his lip.
“You like that, don’t you? When daddy teases?” Dio purrs, licking his lips. His hand wraps around the base of his son’s hot prick. The tip flushed hot pink, fully erect and hard in his hand. Giorno nods in response, feeling all logical forms of thinking leave his brain as he edges from the pressure Dio’s hand provides.
“Please! Don’t tease me any longer, I can’t take it!” Giorno half pleads, half demands. Dio kisses the tip of Giorno’s cock, then looks up at his flustered son through his lashes.
“How do you want it?” Dio asks, voice soft and seductive. He traces Giorno’s shaft with his tongue. The young boy moans under him, gripping the sheets.
“Ahh, ahh, please! Take me!” He mewls, a desperate whimper tumbling out involuntarily. Dio gently turns Giorno onto his stomach, his hands cupping the boy’s round ass. He raises to his knees and teases Giorno’s ass with the head of his massive erection. The boy shakes in anticipation, arching his back and pushing his eager ass closer to his father. Dio grabs the bottle of lube from the bedside table, rubbing some into his hands. He takes his time to gently prer Giorno’s ass, stretching it gently with his fingers, adding one, two, three and moving them around to ease him up. Giorno murmurs into the bed, face down into the mattress. Dio slicks his cock with the remaining lube in his hand before slowly pressing into Giorno’s ample asshole. His son screams into the bed, the pleasure and pain was always a shock for his normally tight hole.
“Does it hurt?” Dio asks, pressing his torso against Giorno’s arched back, pressing close to him. Giorno takes as much of his father as he can, adjusting to the sheer girth of him. He shakes his head, panting heavily, Dio runs his fingers through his hair.
“So big.” The young blond moans softly, stupidly, he pushes back against Dio once more, willing to take more. Dio gently grips Giorno’s hips, pushing into him.
“Are you ready?” He growls against Giorno’s ear, taking the lobe between his sharp teeth. Dio starts to move, slowly creating the pace. One hand caresses Giorno’s ass, the other around his neck. He gently pulls Giorno’s head out of the bed, moving his hand from around his neck to his chin. Dio stuffs his thumb into Giorno’s mouth. “Suck.”
They move together at a blissful pace, the heat in the room becoming thick and heavy with seduction and lust. Dio’s lips find purchase all over Giorno’s body, his hand squeezing his ass, fingers in the boy's mouth. Drool pools on the bed as Giorno sucks fervently, down his chin, down Dio’s palm and wrist. The hand on his backside eventually moves to stroke Giorno’s aching cock, the muffled moans getting louder the harder Dio thrusted, the faster his hand stroked. Teeth sink into his shoulder, the nape of his neck, his father sucks dark bruises across his flushed skin. Dio squeezes the base of Giorno’s erection, hand acting as a cockring until he gets himself worked up enough to come.
“You can’t come until I say, got it? Be a good boy for daddy.” Dio’s husky voice fills Giorno’s hazy mind, he nods, gagging gently on the fingers in his mouth. His eyes cross and he groans softly. Dio smirks, nibbling on Giorno’s ear lobe again, thrusting into him at a quicker pace now. Stuttered breaths tumble from Giorno’s mouth, gurgles from the pool of saliva filling that pretty orifice. He always looked so cute underneath him, so small and fragile. Despite the growth spurt he went through last month, Giorno was still nowhere near Dio’s height or girth. Dio feels himself getting closer to the edge and he signifies that to Giorno.
“Soon baby boy, just hold on a little longer.” Dio hums, he slows his pace just to tease, Giorno whimpers and pleads beneath him. He feels the pressure building in his cock and Dio hums. “You can come now, sweetheart.”
Giorno doesn’t have to be told twice, quickly wrapping a hand around his throbbing cock and tugging. He was so sensitive, one small motion was all it took for him to cum, crying out his father’s name. Cum coating the bed beneath him, his hand wet and sticky. Dio groans softly, biting down on his lower lip as he fills his son up. Lowering his body against Giorno’s, Dio rests his face in the crook of Giorno’s neck, panting softly as he rides out his orgasism, Giorno’s tight ass filled with his slick. The two of them bask in the afterglow of their pleasure, slumping down into the plush bed. Dio was still buried in Giorno, keeping his cock warm within. The boy is absolutely spent, no doubt he’d have trouble walking for a couple days like he always did, but he sighs happily. Dio’s lips latch onto his shoulder, his breath hot against Giorno’s cooling skin. A soft moan tumbles from Giorno’s lips, he feels like he’s sinking, falling further and further down into the bed as his heavy eyelids start to close.
“You always know how to make me relieve my stress, Giogio.” Dio hums softly into his son’s ear as the young boy drifts into a deep sleep. Kissing his temple, Dio pulls him against his chest and eventually falls asleep as well, holding him close.