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Hot, mildly salty cum squirted into Leone's mouth, cascading across his tongue and down his throat. His Adam's apple bobbed as he gulped, swallowing every precious drop of liquid that dripped from Bruno's cock.
"Oh, Leone, you're doing so well," Bruno praised, fingers running through Leone's silver hair. With one finger he wiped away a droplet of cum from Leone's smeary black lips.
Leone's breath quickened, cock twitching in his hand as precum dribbled from the tip. He could almost taste Bruno's cum in his mouth, the fantasy felt so real.
He smeared the precum around on the head of his dick, head resting against the wall behind the bathtub. The tub was the ideal place for him to jack off--quick to clean up after, nice, warm, private. No interruptions.
"Such a good boy… My Leone, the very best boy," Bruno murmured.
Leone pulled away for air before wrapping his lips around Bruno's cock again. He sucked at the head, licking away any traces of remaining cum before mouthing along his length in soft kisses.
"Bruno… I love you, mmm, so much," Leone hummed.
"My darling Leone… Abbacchio…"
"Abbacchio…"
"Abbacchio? Are you in there?"
Sitting upright with a jolt, Leone was suddenly pulled out of his fantasy by the sound of Bruno's very real voice and the sound of his knuckles against the bathroom door.
"Ye--Yes? I'm in the bath," Leone called back.
Bruno was home from work, an extra long day. Of course he had to come home when Leone was in the bath, masturbating as he imagined deepthroating Bruno's cock and gulping down every last drop of his hot, delicious cum till he sucked him dry--
"...if I wouldn't be too much of a bother," Bruno was saying. Leone hadn't even noticed he was talking. He was too engrossed in his fantasy to listen to a word of what Bruno said.
"It, um, it's kinda hard to hear through the door. Could you say that again?" Leone said.
"I was saying I need to clean out this cut on my palm and wash my makeup off. Is it okay if I come inside real quick?" Bruno asked.
No privacy in this house, huh? Leone was glad he was at least asking, but he couldn't exactly say no if Bruno had an injured palm. Could he hide the fact that he had been jacking off just moments before?
Of course he could. Bruno didn't have X-ray vision, he wouldn't be able to see his boner through the shower curtain. It would be fine.
"...Yeah, it's fine," Leone answered.
His breath caught in his throat when he heard the doorknob turn, saw a figure enter the room, then heard the door click shut again. Leone could hear Bruno rummaging around under the sink, presumably for a bandage for his palm. It was over now, he couldn't finish masturbating with him in the room.
But what if Bruno pulls the shower curtain open and climbs into the tub, passionately kissing Leone as his sopping clothes cling to his body? Tongue probing around Leone's mouth as Leone raises his hips, grinding his boner against the wet fabric of his pants. Tugging at Leone's bottom lip with his teeth, until…
...a muffled moan escaped Leone's lips.
Bruno's head swiveled around, an eyebrow raised as he opened his mouth to ask Leone if everything was alright. His mouth remained open, no sound coming out, as his eyes were drawn to a bottle of lube sitting by the side of the tub. Oh dear. The lube coupled with Leone's ragged breathing and muffled moan could only mean one thing.
He had walked in on Leone masturbating in the bathtub.
Bruno would cast off his wet clothes and toss them to the floor with a splat, freeing his growing erection from his pants and grinding his cock into Leone's. He continued roughly kissing Leone, only pulling away for quick gasps of air before locking their lips together again. He hooked his fingers tightly in Leone's hair, tugging roughly as…
Leone moaned.
...into their kiss.
Bruno stood frozen in place, unable to move or make a sound. It was as if Leone had completely forgotten he was there. Bruno's hands shook, holding a partially peeled band-aid, as he focused intensely on Leone's sounds. His heavy, labored breathing. The small moans occasionally escaping his lips. The way his breathing picked up, growing faster and faster until…
...Bruno thrust hard enough that his cock rammed right into Leone's prostate. Leone dug his nails into Bruno's water-slicked skin, passion building inside him. Bruno thrust harder, ramming his cock deep into Leone's guts until…
He came. His cum dripped from his dick, audibly hitting the water. Bruno leaned against the sink, trying to ignore the heat flaring up in his abdomen and the pressure in his pants.
His throat was completely dry. Bruno didn't know what he could say. He'd just stood and listened to Leone jack off a few feet away from him, separated only by a shower curtain.
Leone gulped, inhaling shakily as he tried to regain his breath. That didn't help Bruno's situation at all--he now had an erection uncomfortably straining against the fabric of his briefs.
Bruno almost thought he was hallucinating when he heard it pick up again. The sound of Leone's hand pumping his wet cock, hand splashing against the water. He was jacking off again. Bruno was going to hear him cum a second time.
Looking down, there was now a noticeable bulge in Bruno's pants from his boner. He wanted so badly to do similar to what Leone imagined he would, wanted so badly to…
Pull the curtains open, strip his clothes off, climb into the tub. Rub Leone's cute, twitching boner with one hand, teasing him for jacking off when he was right there. Scold him because he should have known better, kiss him before he had a chance to protest. Run his tongue along the dark pebble of Leone's nipple, occasionally nibbling at it with his teeth and issuing a small whimpering moan from Leone.
Bruno palmed his erection through his pants, feeling sticky precum rubbing against the fabric of his briefs.
He could hear Leone panting from the other side of the shower curtain, his moans hitching up in his throat. Bruno could picture it: his long, wet hair falling around his shoulders, body glistening with water and sweat droplets, holding his leaking cock in his hand as precum dribbled from the tip… It was so beautiful to imagine that it plunged him right back into his fantasy.
Leone trembling as Bruno's tongue passed over his nipple, gasping out a moan as his teeth bit down. Lifting his hips slightly to create friction between them, grinding their cocks together. Grabbing a handful of Bruno's hair and pulling him up so their lips could lock again, tongues swirling together as they kissed breathlessly, Leone pulling away to moan,
"Oohh, Bruno~!"
Then the sound of his cum spurting out and hitting the water could be heard. Leone Abbacchio just came over him, Bruno Buccellati, him and him alone, he made Leone cum, the thought was almost too much to bear.
Bruno covered his mouth to stifle a gasp as he came in his pants, dripping down his thigh as he bit his lip to keep from making a sound.
It sounded so real, almost as if Leone had really moaned Bruno's name, as if he really came and was really thinking of him as he did it. But it was just a coincidence, he had been fantasizing so deeply he thought for a second Leone had actually said his name, it was that and nothing more--
"...Buccellati?"
A face was peeking through the curtain. Bruno, one hand over his softening hard-on and the other clamped tightly over his mouth, made eye contact with a slack-jawed Leone.