Work Text:
Bruno sighed, snatching the bottle of alcohol from Abbacchio's hands, the grey haired man turning around to say something until it he realised it was Bruno. Bruno sighed, shaking his head.
"You have no reason for this, Why Leone? We defeated the boss..." A frown became evident upon Bruno's face.
"We barely survived". Abbacchio muttered, eyes casting down.
"Maybe so, but we are still here aren't we? Everyone?" Bruno gave the other a little nudge, Abbacchio looking at him.
"And now that stupid- Giovanna taking all the fame, he basks in it you know? You should be the Boss". Bruno could feel Abbacchio's fists clench as he talked about the blonde teenager.
He put a hand on Abbacchio's sleeve, smiling slightly.
"He killed Diavolo, Leone, he saved us all- he-"
Abbacchio suddenly whipped around, glaring at Bruno. "Saved us all!? He damned nearly killed us all as well, you know damned well you could have died too, just for some stupid dream, couldn't he have chosen a normal one? Like what? Become an actor or something". Abbacchio yelled before he recoiled back. "I'm sorry- I shouldn't have yelled at you".
Bruno gave him a small smile, wrapping his arms around him as he pulled him close. "I understand Leone, it was hard for us all, but we are still here at the end of the day right? We did what we set out to do". He pulled back, his hand cupping Abbacchio's face, the white haired man nodding, his hand now on Bruno's thigh as he began to lean in. Obviously Bruno didn't stop him, he's been severely yearning for this to happen since they met.
And God did it feel like Heaven...
But then Abbacchio was quick to pull away, averting his eyes in shame.
"I'm sorry Bruno, I shouldn't have-" He started only to be cut off, Bucciarati's lips upon his again.
"You idiot...Why did you think I kissed you back?" The brunette smiled once he pulled away, their foreheads pressed together as realisation washed over Abbacchio's face.
"You like me?" He asked, needing validation.
Bruno nodded and it seemed like Abbacchio's whole wall crumbled around him, his hands immediately going to Bruno's face, pressing their lips together thrice that night.
Hands moving quickly, squeezing Bruno's waist as they both fell against the couch cushions, lipstick marks quickly scattering, staining purple against Bucciarati's skin.
"Abbacchio..." Bruno whispered as the older man continued to kiss at his lips, trailing down to his neck. He couldn't get enough.
"May I?" Leone asked, fingers at the zipper of Bruno's suit, the other obliged, nodding, watching as Abbacchio licked his lips and pulled down the zipper to the front of his suit, revealing his tanned skin and his chest tattoo.
"I've always wanted to see this up close...You're beautiful..." Abbacchio's voice was just above a whisper as his hands trailed down Bruno's sides, thumbs rubbing over his inked skin.
Bruno smiled, leaning his hand over to rake in Abbacchio's hair. "I'd say the same about you". They both smiled at each other before Bruno got enough of the silence, grabbing Abbacchio's collar to bring his lips to his again.
They kissed as if it was a scene out of the notebook, each other's hands exploring themselves as they stripped each other, clothes soon discarded on the floor, Bruno sitting in Abbacchio's lap as they made out hotly.
"I'm- I'm so glad, this feels like a dream". Leone said between kisses, Bruno pulling back. "I assure you, this is real". He said with a light laugh before his kisses began to trail down Abbacchio's neck, the grey haired man's hands groping at Bruno's ass suddenly.
"You want to?" The older asked, Bruno not pulling away as he muttered against Abbacchio's jawline. "I had thought that is where this was going anyway..."
His head turned slightly, his lips tugged up into a light smirk, Abbacchio narrowed his eyes, almost grinning back at him before Bruno was back on his back against the sofa.
Tongues clashed once again, their crotches grinding together, trying to find some sort of relief, any sort of friction...
"Can I make love to you?" Abbacchio whispered against the shell of Bruno's ear, the brunette replying wish a kiss. "That's all I've ever wished for..." They both smiled at each other, longingly before Bruno pushed Abbacchio back slightly to sit up, the grey haired man looking at the other curiously as he leaned over to open the chest of drawers next to him, fishing out a bottle- oh...
"Lube". Bruno said obviously, passing it to Abbacchio. "I trust you Leone...Now, please?" His lashes fluttered as Abbacchio captured his lips again for a second or two. "I'm not even going to ask why you had that in here, but alright". He said, with a laugh and a nod, watching as Bruno made himself comfortable again, spreading his legs.
Leone's fingers were soon stretching Bruno out, curling inside him as he watched the brunette whither beneath him in ecstasy, moaning out his name...He never thought he'd witness anything like this, he was almost too embarrassed to express how turned on it made him...
"Leone..~" Bruno moaned, over and over again, his lips pushing back against the movements of his hands, begging for more, Abbacchio indulged him further having already three fingers pleasuring him.
"F-Fuck- Abba, I ca- If you keep this up I-" Bruno tried to form a sentence, his words breathy as he panted, though Abbacchio understood, pulling his hand back, grabbing the lube again to quickly coat his cock.
It seemed like hours though only a mare minute or two passed before Leone was pushing into Bruno, hands cupping around his waist, Bucciarati's legs wrapped around his own middle, his eyes slightly teary as he looked up at the other, bringing a hand up to move Abbacchio's hair behind his ear.
"God...Leone". Bruno breathed against his neck, pulling him closer by the neck.
"Yeah..." Is all Abbacchio could say as he pulled half out after some time, thrusting back into him.
"Does it feel good?" Abbacchio asked him, leaning down to kiss at his lips because he just couldn't get enough of the feeling of Bruno's against his own.
All the Capo could do was nod, already in bliss, nails scratching at Abbacchio's back, he loved every single second of it, every thrust against him, every mutter of his name falling from Abbacchio's lips, if this what love felt like, he never wanted to let go.
"I love you- I love you Leone". Bruno moaned against the other man's lips, Abbacchio smiling back against them.
"I love you too".
Narancia snickered to himself as he pressed a glass against the door of the living room, Mista looming over him. "What?! Is it safe to go in yet? I want some fuckin' chips". The gunslinger scoffed.
"Oh, I don't know, I think they're going for round two..."