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Bruno was absolutely ethereal. At least, Leone thought so wholeheartedly. The way his soft hair framed his gentle face, how gracefully he carried himself. He wore his heart on his sleeve and his soft eyes could calm just about anyone with how genuine they were.
There was nothing Leone loved more than being able to stand by his side.
And kneeling at his feet.
Of course, Bruno would never abuse his position of power, and Leone knew that. There was just something about the way Bruno smiled down at him that made his stomach flutter with butterflies and twist with want.
"Leone…" Bruno whispered, gently running his fingers through Leone's hair now that the headpiece was removed. "You're so beautiful." He cupped the kneeling man's cheek with one hand, brushing a soft, sunkissed thumb over his cheekbone. Leone's breath caught in his throat; he wished to throw the words back, tell Bruno that he was the beautiful one, that he was more gorgeous than Leone could ever wish for. But instead he flushed under the praise and nestled his head against Bruno's hand. "Do you want to undress me?" Bruno asked, tilting Leone's head up by his chin. Leone usually had a good four inches over the other man, but here, like this, he easily forgot about that.
Nodding his head, he hastily made a move to get up, stopped by the gentle force of Bruno's hand at the top of his head. He could easily shove his arm out of the way, seeing as he had more bulk, but he didn't feel it in him to do so. "Slow down, we have all night. There's no need to rush." Bruno smiled, a gentle, warm, loving smile. He removed his hand, allowing Leone to slowly get to his feet. Bruno tucked his head under Leone's chin once the taller man stood up, wrapping his arms around his waist.
Leone's fingers only fumbled once or twice when undoing the buttons of Bruno's suit. It was a simple process by now; he only slipped up from anticipation and want. "One day I will get this on the first try," he mumbled, painted lips twitching in a smile when Bruno let out a small chuckle.
"Don't worry about it, it is quite cute how your hands tremble when you're desperate." Bruno stood on his toes to whisper into Leone's ear. The former officer choked on the air he inhaled, his hands balling into fists, gripping the fabric of Bruno's suit impossibly tight.
"Bruno…" His voice dropped an octave, needy, rumbling in his throat and causing the shorter man to shudder against him with a pleased hum. He pushed Bruno's suit jacket off of his toned shoulders, letting it hit the floor with a soft sound. "Can the lace stay?" Leone looped two of his fingers in the heart of Bruno's lacy chest piece.
Smiling, Bruno began unlacing Leone's large jacket and nodded. "If you like it that much, sure." He removed the jacket after a while of tugging at the laces at the front, along with the belt that Leone kept looped around the waist.
"It looks gorgeous on your skin. You're so lovely, Brun- oh!" Leone gasped, his voice going rough when Bruno's hands found their way to his pecs, grabbing and squeezing at them, paying special attention to the two sensitive buds on each side. Leone's head tilted down, and he buried his face in Bruno's pitch dark hair while the other played with his chest.
"You were saying, tesoro?" Bruno cooed, flicking his thumbs over Leone's nipples, knowing how sensitive they were, smiling when Leone whined into his hair.
"You're- you're gorgeous. God, fuck." Leone hissed, trapping one of Bruno's legs between his and grinding against his hip.
Bruno hummed, a high, pleased sound, lowering his head to Leone's chest and lightly running his tongue over one of his nipples, tugging at the other with his thumb and forefinger. "You sound delightful, Leone, I could listen to your voice forever." He whispered, feeling Leone's body shake against his, the taller man's hips rocking against his.
"Bruno, Bruno…" Leone whined, pressing his chest forward into the hands working wondrous sensations.
"Shh, Leone, calm down, let me take care of you, my love." Bruno spoke against his skin, his free hand snaking down Leone's defined, muscular abdomen to dip below the waistband of his pants. Leone grunted, grinding against Bruno's hand while he palmed him through his boxers. "Would you like to be inside me, Leone?" Bruno kissed at his skin, a chuckle escaping puckered lips when his lover made sounds of agreement, nodding and pulling Bruno closer to him. Lifting his head, Bruno rested his head on Leone's shoulder and looked up at him with a loving gaze. "Take off your pants and get on the bed for me, tesoro."
Leone nodded, letting out a low, breathy "okay", his hands shaking as he pushed down his pants and boxers, almost falling when he tried to get them past his ankles. Bruno watched him when an enraptured smile, eyes full of love, still covered from the waist down and the only signs that he was not completely unaffected were the tent in his pants and the redness of his cheeks. Leone laid down on the bed, feeling exposed under Bruno's enchanted gaze. Bruno only gave him a wink before sliding his pants down past his hips, and Leone's gasp only earned him another soft laugh. He had no clue why Bruno was laughing, that was a perfectly acceptable reaction to what he just saw.
Beneath Bruno's slacks, were a pair of lacy black boyshorts.
"I'm not making fun of you, amore. You're just so cute; I knew you'd like these." Leone swore Bruno could read his mind sometimes. "Hand me the lube, please?" He didn't have to ask for it and they both knew it. Leone fished out the bottle from the bedside table, handing it to Bruno with eager hands. The shorter man flashed Leone a dangerous grin, and the former officer knew tonight may very well be the night he died. He settled his knees on the outside of Leone's thighs, straddling him.
"You don't want me to do it?" Leone sat up on his elbows, giving Bruno a puzzled look.
Shaking his head, Bruno uncapped the bottle. "You stay there, be good and stay still for me." Leone felt another shiver zip down his spine. He didn't move an inch, watching Bruno with wanting eyes as he coated his fingers in lube, slowly sliding the lace shorts down enough to where he could reach behind himself and tease at his hole. "I know you love doing this, I always love how your fingers feel, they're so long and fill me so nicely. Not as nice as your cock does, but still feels good. I just want you to lay there, keep your eyes on me." Leone nodded, he couldn't do anything else; he couldn't remember half of his bodily functions to do anything else.
Bruno made a few different faces of discomfort at first, more than usual so Leone assumed he was starting with two fingers instead of one. Bruno sighed quietly when the discomfort subsided and it actually started feeling good, rocking his hips down to start to meet the gentle thrust of his fingers. "You're so good for me, Leone. So good, so good when you're desperate." Bruno babbled, thrusting and curling his fingers inside of himself. Leone let out a shaky moan at Bruno's words, one hand coming to touch himself, quickly slapped away by Bruno's free hand. "No, don't. Stay still like I told you. Don't-ah, don't touch yourself, Leone. You're so good, always fill me so good. Stay still." Bruno had a hard time keeping his eyes open now, having added a third finger alongside the other two, having stretched himself as much as he wanted, and was now riding his fingers for the pure pleasure of it. His cock peeked out from the lace that covered it, and was drooling and flushed and crying for attention. Leone wanted to give it attention, he wanted to wrap his painted mouth around Bruno's cock and suck him down his throat while Bruno fisted his soft hands in Leone's hair.
God, sitting still never felt so hard.
"Leone, keep still." Bruno panted, bouncing on his fingers and biting down hard on his bottom lip to keep the small whimpers from advancing to ringing moans. Leone wanted to touch him, he really did. He wanted to run his hands up Bruno's thick thighs, feel the soft skin and leave lipstick stains all over them. But he didn't. He stayed as still as possible and watched while Bruno fucked himself on his fingers and made the most beautiful sounds known to man. Bruno stopped the thrusting motions of his fingers, and Leone could only guess that he curled them against his prostate, rubbing against the small bundle of nerves by how he mewled and squeaked and grinded his hips down. If Leone asked about it later, Bruno would deny ever making such sounds.
Leone was about to go fucking insane, he let out a breath he didn't even realize he was holding when Bruno tugged the lace shorts to his mid thigh, removing his fingers and grabbing Leone's cock to position it at his entrance. Leone saw deep, hazy blue eyes bore into his. "I'm going to ride the fuck out of you." Bruno huffed, his voice low and breathy. Leone swallowed, a small, wanton whine rising in his throat.
"Please," he gasped, unable to say anything else. Bruno sank down, easing the head of Leone's cock into his hole, biting down hard on his bottom lip. "You're so pretty, Bruno." Leone huffed, squeezing his eyes shut as he was enveloped by a tight heat.
"Eyes open." Bruno dug his fingers into Leone's hip, scratching lightly with blunt nails. Leone gave a quivering gasp, obeying and opening his eyes to see Bruno sliding down his cock. Bruno planted both of his palms on Leone's chest, giving himself leverage as he took in each inch until he was seated in Leone's lap.
Leone couldn't help the needy whine that emerged from his throat as Bruno filled himself to the brim. He was so tight, so incredibly hot around him that Leone felt his head go dizzy. "Feels good." He muttered, every active brain cell having shut off.
Bruno smirked down at him, leaning forward, his hair swooping to frame his face. "It's about to feel a whole lot better, amore." He breathed, rising up slightly only to sit back down. It was a bit of a process until Bruno was able to go as fast and as hard as he wanted, but Leone knew that once he got there, he wouldn't stop until he was satisfied and stuffed full of cum. While he took his time adjusting, Bruno's hands found their way back to Leone's chest, squeezing his pecs and feeling around the defined muscles with a pleased hum.
"You're obsessed." Leone choked out, his cheeks flushed red under the attention. Bruno fluttered his eyelashes, shallowly fucking himself on Leone's cock.
"They're nice. And you make the prettiest faces when I play with them." He teased, earning a grunt from Leone, which morphed into a choked whimper when Bruno thumbed at his nipples. "I wonder just how sensitive these are, could I make you cum just by talking to you and playing with them?" He pondered. Leone shook his head, no, he couldn't do that, maybe Bruno was able to cum without a hand on his cock but Leone definitely needed some form of touch down there before he could. Bruno's gentle smile had twisted to a cruel smirk, the only thing betraying the expression was the softness in his eyes. He pinched the buds between his thumb and forefinger, like he had done earlier, tugging and twisting them, causing Leone to whine and writhe with want beneath him. Leone pressed his chest forward into the attention, rocking his hips up to bounce Bruno on his cock. The dark haired man let out a soft gasp, his head falling forward eyes going half-lidded.
Biting his lip, Bruno raised himself all the way up, to where only a fraction of the head remained inside of him, then dropped all the way back down. Leone let out a heated groan, wanting to grab at Bruno's hips and fuck into him properly. But he knew Bruno would either smack his hands away or do something drastic like cuff his wrists together. He had done that before, and Leone thought it was a wildly inappropriate use of items stemming from when he was an officer of the law.
Bruno began to set the pace, the lace on his chest slipping down slightly. Leone bit down on his painted lip once Bruno started rocking his hips, using the placement of his hands as a steadying point to bring himself up and down. "Bruno," Leone whined, pressing his face into the pillow his head was laying on.
"Lo- look at me, Leone." Bruno pinched the skin near his ribs, bringing Leone's attention back to his flushed face and hazy eyes. Bruno really did look beautiful on top of him like that, Leone just wished he had enough air in his lungs to say it. "You're so pretty. I love how needy you are, I love getting you to beg just for me to touch you. The sounds you make when I pull on your hair or play with your chest. Just for me. Just f-fuck!" Bruno broke off in a gasp, having hit the bundle of nerves deep inside. "Mine, you're mine, I love you so m-much. Mmmh!" There it was, Bruno had found his pace and was riding Leone's cock like his life depended on it.
Leone was shaking, he was trembling from an onslaught of sensations and couldn't even touch his lover. The most he could do was fist his hands in the sheets and let out punched out groans and whimpers as Bruno bounced in his lap. It was a struggle to keep his eyes focused and open, but it was worth it to see Bruno's face twist in pleasure as he rocked his hips with enough force to shake his hair around his face. "God- Bruno, fuck. Fuck, fuck." Leone wailed, his chest heaving and tears glistening in his eyes when Bruno's nails bit into his chest and scratched angry red lines down the skin.
"You wanna cum inside, Leone? Wanna- fuck, mmh, fill me up? A-ah, god, fill me good, just what you were m-made for. Stuff me full of your cum. Be good and f-fill me so nice." How Bruno was able to spew such filth while he was fucking himself on Leone's cock like there was nothing in the world he'd rather do was beyond him. But it was damn effective, Leone felt his body grow incredibly hot, like his blood had been turned molten.
"Please, please, Bruno, feels- feels good. Please- fuck, please," Leone babbled, feeling dizzy with pleasure. He was sure there was drool escaping his lips and coating his chin because it felt wet.
Bruno gave a soft grunt, his moans coming short and loud. "You gonna cum? Are you?" He asked, and Leone gave a rapid nod, he was so close, he was ready to snap like a string pulled too tight. "If you cum right now I won't touch you for a whole week." Leone felt his blood run cold. "I'm going to keep riding you, but you're not to cum until I s-say so." Leone felt like he was going to cry, and he didn't ever fucking cry. "You can do it, I know you can." Bruno's cruel facade slipped, Leone knew he hated sounding too mean. It was sweet, and offered a bit of comfort.
Bruno resumed his ungodly pace, panting and Leone noticed how his legs shook slightly when he rose up. He shouldn't have felt relieved by this, but it instilled a bit of hope in him that he wouldn't have to hold on for long seeing as Bruno was starting to tire out a little bit. Bruno shamelessly let his voice ring through the room now, making it very hard for Leone to try and do something like distract himself. He tried to observe things about Bruno that wasn't his voice, like how his black bob shook around his face with each thrust, or how he had a smattering of freckles on his shoulders. Something to distract himself from how badly he wanted to cum. "I love you…" he whispered, wanting to just gently touch his thighs, but there would be plenty of time to do that after.
Bruno bit his lip, slowing slightly as a pinched expression took over his features. "I love you too, Leone. You're doing so good for me, sitting still just- just like I asked. So- so fucking good." Leone shivered, ever since Bruno discovered he liked being praised he never stopped doing it. "Sometimes I think about you stretching me so wide with your fingers and cock, just filling me up so much. You'd do that if I a-asked you, wouldn't you? You always listen to me, Leone. You're so g-good. Fuck…" Bruno whined, breathing heavily as he rose up and down with a lower intensity. Leone felt like he was about to burst, he couldn't hold on anymore, he was already so close.
"Bruno, pl-please. Let- let me cum, please, fuck. Please. You feel so amazing. I can't- please, Bruno, please." Leone begged, groaning low in his throat. Bruno hummed, a filthy, silky sound in his throat.
Leone whined, his head thrashing back and forth on the pillow. Everything felt too good, too much, too hot. He felt like his brain was melting out of his ears. "Alright." Bruno whispered, a teasing smile on his lips. "How could I deny you when you beg so nicely? Go on, Leone, cum." At Bruno's demand, Leone released inside of him with a low, breathy moan. His back arched up off the bed, as his body shivered with the intensity. Bruno made a pleased whimper as he was filled up with cum, grinding down on Leone's cock, milking him for all he was worth. Leone made a choked sound when the sensitivity started to set in, but Bruno didn't stop moving.
Seated on Leone's lap, his cock pressed against Bruno's prostate, the shorter man massaged the bundle of nerves, the heat and friction on Leone's softening cock made him cry out, a weak, trembling sound from twitching, painted lips. "Bruno, too much. I can j-just finish you with my f-fingers." Leone hissed, his deep voice breaking.
"Ah, I guess, since you were so good. I'll let you do that, just because you did so well tonight." Bruno gave in, lifting himself off of Leone's softening cock, to which the man gave a relieved sigh as his face pinched with the final twinge of discomfort. Bruno laid himself across Leone, pillowing his head on his lover's pecs, his legs on either side of his waist. "Go ahead, tesoro, finish me."
"God, fuck. Thanks. You were killing me." Leone huffed, lightly pinching Bruno's hip when he laughed at him. He brought his trembling hand around, running it down the curve of Bruno's back and down to his hole, where Leone could feel his own cum leaking out when he touched it. Bruno made a small sound, wiggling his hips to get some form of friction on his cock. Leone pressed two fingers inside, shallowly working them in and out, stretching and curling them against his slick walls. He was going at a gentle pace, Bruno's breath coming out in soft huffs against his chest.
When he crooked his fingers a certain way that he'd done many times before, Bruno froze up with a sweet sound, beginning to rock back on his fingers. "Mmh, like that. Very good, amore." He muttered, and Leone felt himself blush to the tips of his ears. Leone rubbed his fingers against the sensitive nerve bundle inside of him, causing Bruno's chest to start heaving with how quick he was breathing. "More, more, I'm close, Leone. Come on," Bruno hummed against the strong chest his head was comfortably on. Leone huffed, pulling his fingers out before adding a third, thrusting and pressing them against Bruno's prostate.
As composed as he tried to act, Leone could feel Bruno drooling on his chest, and if he were able to see his eyes, Leone was sure they'd be rolling to the back of his head. Bruno was entirely quiet aside from the weak moans that slipped freely from his throat, no more snarky words to tease Leone with.
Leone kept a steady pace, curling and rubbing with his fingers until Bruno came untouched, his head jerking back and his bottom lip caught between his teeth. Leone loved it. He removed his fingers and wrapped his arms around Bruno's waist.
They laid there for a while, until they could both breathe evenly, and Bruno rolled over to lay by Leone's side rather than on top of him. "Are you okay?" Bruno asked, gently pressing his lips to Leone's cheek. "I wasn't too rough on you?" It was kind of cute how Bruno fretted over him after something like this.
"Mmm…" Leone was too tired to find words, his body felt like jelly. Sleeping sounded so pleasant right now. "You were fine. Don't worry."
"I love you, Leone." Bruno cooed, tucking himself in Leone's side, wrapping an arm around his torso.
Leone felt like he was going to fucking pass out. They probably needed to shower, he probably should tell Bruno he loved him back. He did, of course he did, he just couldn't get his lips to move. Surely Bruno would understand, he would just tell him when they woke up tomorrow. Leone used the last of his energy to curl his arm around Bruno's waist and pull him closer, earning a pleased sigh from the dark haired man.
Which, that was the last thing he remembered hearing before knocking the fuck out.
Leone woke up first that next morning, feeling like he'd slept for a century. Bruno was still attached to him, the sunlight that shyly peeked through the window streamed over his face, highlighting his cheekbones and casting a warm glow on his skin. His plush lips were pursed where his cheek pressed against Leone's shoulder. One of the armbands of his lace chest piece had slipped down to the crook of his elbow, and the matching lace shorts had been pulled back up to Bruno's waist. His long legs were tangled with Leone's, sunkissed skin of his body on display like an art piece.
God, Bruno Buccellati was fucking ethereal.