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"Baby..."
Gruff voice lowly whispering to him.
Fuzziness on his face.
Warm blanket surrounding him.
Soft play mat underneath him.
Firm hand rubbing his back.
A guy with a giddy green grin and golden grills.
Freckled face staring down at him.
This is what Johnny slowly awakens to. Everything's perfect, too perfect. He know it will never last because he always messes everything up. Johnny turns around and pulls the blanket over his head, his back now facing the man that's probably still smiling at him.
"Nyoho are you a grumpy baby today?" Gyro, the aforementioned grinning man, questions with a teasing tone, "What can your daddy do for you to make you happy?"
Gyro hugs the blanket cocoon, making sure that his baby feels him cuddling. He eyes Tusk, the little stuffed animal that Johnny abandoned just a few moments ago.
"C'mon, you don't want to make Danny sad, let him in to your cocoon," Gyro grabs Tusk, starting a gruff voice, "Johnny, Johnny I'm so lonely. I just want to give you cuddles. I'm so cold! Help, Johnny, help..."
Johnny scowls into his blanket. I know this is a trap but I don't want to leave Tusk out there. I would much rather have it in my arms. Just to humor Gyro, definitely not for any other reason.
Johnny flails his arm out blindly in search of Tusk, accidentally hitting Gyro, who's face was directly beside the stuffy.
"You shouldn't have had your face right next to it. But I guess I'll say sorry even though it's your fault," the one in the blanket burrito mumbles into the Tusk that he pulled against his chest.
"So meeean," Gyro whines, "you want to know what happens to mean little boys?"
Johnny huffs out, "What, why should I care?"
"Because mean boys get tickles!" Gyro pounces right then, worming his arms under the blanket wrapped around Johnny and attacking with tickles. Johnny can't help but laugh even though he doesn't want to.
The tickled boy yells in anger, "Stop it you asshole, I don't want no damn tickling." He slaps at the hands messing with him.
"You might not want tickles but I know what you need." Gyro states matter of factly, lowering his voice into a gruff tone. Shivers wrack over Johnny's body at the sound.
Gyro follows through on his threat and gathers up both of Johnny's wrists in only one of his large hands and continuing to tickle with the other.
In retaliation, Johnny throws himself around, trying to escape from his daddy's evil hands and not wanting to let on that he's starting to get into the fun.
Daddy covers him with his body, rubbing his chest against Johnny's back and squashing him against the floor, blanket, and a plush Tusk. He can't even struggle a little bit, only laugh, making him feel so small and helpless.
With no way left to struggle, Johnny just lies under his daddy, giggling away. He starts drifting off, feeling separate from his body. Letting Gyro do anything he wants to himself. The small blonde turns introspective, starting to think about what he was thinking before.
A single tear escapes his eye, starting a waterfall of tears that can't be stopped. He continues silently for a few momenta before he can't hold it in anymore. One sniffle starts everything up full tilt. Openly bawling now, Johnny can't help but feel a little embarrassed, even if he knows it's normal to cry sometimes.
In the background, he hears a concerned voice asking him what's wrong. A large, warm palm gently rubbing his back brings him to reality once more. Johnny knows he can't hide his insecurities anymore.
Johnny is gently rolled around to face Gyro and unwrapped from the blanket. He looks at Johnny with so much concern in his eyes, Johnny almost feels hope. Having to face Gyro like this will make this conversation that much harder.
Johnny ends up losing his nerve, only mumbling, "I don't want this to stop."
"The tickling? I can start again, my caro bambino," Gyro says, frantically searching for the reason Johnny was so sad.
"NO," Johnny yells, his voice exploding out of him. He continues on, looking to the side, ashamed. Lowering his voice, he continues, "It's not that. I don't want US to stop. What we have together. I want it forever."
"Why would we stop? I love what we have and I LOVE YOU, carissimo," Gyro's voice raises with emotion, proclaiming his love for the first time.
Johnny is stunned into silence for a moment, looking like a fish with his gaping mouth, "You love me?" He end up whispering, sounds so disbelieving that Gyro's heart breaks for him. The Neapolitan man feels intense regret about not sharing his feelings with his baby earlier.
"I love you, Johnny. You are molto caro, so very dear, to me, never doubt that," Gyro softly wipes the tears off Johnny's face and brushes the hair out of the baby's eyes.
"Yeah, well... I eventually fuck everything up. You'll eventually get tired of me and leave just like everyone else does," Johnny explains, still looking miserable.
Gyro's continues explaining, voice thick with emotion, "Did I do anything to make you think I was leaving you? Whatever it was I didn't mean it that way. I never want to leave you, ever."
"It's not something you said, I did this to myself. But you might end up convincing me if you keep saying those sappy things," Johnny ends his sentence, blushing a bit at the vulnerability.
"I'll just have to remind you that I love you. Every single day, for the rest of our lives," Gyro ends his declaration with a gentle kiss to Johnny's forehead.
The small blonde sniffles once more, prompting Gyro to get up off the soft play mat and grab a tissue from nearby. He comes back, tissue in hand, straddles Johnny's legs, and leans over to hold the tissue to Johhny's stuffy nose.
"Blow your nose baby and maybe I'll blow something for you," Gyro whispers sensually, looking completely serious but then bursts out laughing, "Nyohoho!"
Johnny tries to pretend he hates the shitty joke but a muffled chuckle escapes him. It really does wonders to lighten the mood.
"C'mon, I know how to blow my own nose," Johnny insists.
"Just listen to Daddy and do what I tell you. You want to make me happy, I know you do," Gyro growls, showing his golden grills.
Pffft Johnny blows his nose, not having anything to say. The tissue is wadded up and thrown away.
The tall ginger man gently caresses Johnny's face, holding the chubby cheeks in his warm hands.
"Now, about that other type of blowing," Gyro grins at the confounded look of Johnny's face.
"I'm not turning you down i-if that's what you really want," Johnny stutters from being caught off guard, almost disbelieving because he thought it was just a lame joke.
Gyro sensually slides down Johnny's legs, looking far too big to be able to look that fluid. He ends up with his face eye level with Johnny's crotch.
"Johnny, Johnny are you already hard? Is this for me?"
Gyro teases with his grin so big that it crinkled his freckles. It's easy to see through the thin fabric of the yoga pants.
"It's hardly even a chub! What do you expect when you say shit like that?" Johnny argues, affronted.
"So you're saying I turn you on," Gyro looks up at with wide eyes Johnny through his lashes.
"Ugh, I guess if you put it like that," Johnny can't help but agree when he sees Gyro with such a coy expression.
"That's the spirit," Gyro doesn't waste anymore time, bringing his hand up to Johnny's chest and rubbing the left nipple through the shirt and mouthing the bulge over the pants at the same time.
"Uhhhn, Gyro, more," Johnny moans out wantonly
"What do little boys say when they want something?" Gyro says, lifting his mouth off his baby.
Johnny tries to chase the sensation, letting out a defeated grunt because he can't buck his hips up.
Pinching the nipple in retribution, Gyro states, "Come on, you only get what you ask for. Don't be naughty and just ask Daddy for what you want."
Johnny barks out a harsh yell at the pinch, the mixture of pleasure and pain utterly wrecking him
"I want Daddy to suck me, please, suck my nipples Daddy, I'm so ready for you," Johnny's voice turns into a whine by the end and he squirms, trying to get any friction on his aching cock and puffy nipples.
"That's what I like to hear bambino. Whatever you want, I'll give you. Just keep making those delicious noises," Gyro husks, licking his lips and getting really turned on by making Johnny fall apart so easily.
Gyro leans his head down, sucking one of Johnny's nipples through his thin shirt. He tweaks the other nipple, rubbing it between his fingers. His face is shadowed by his long silky hair, making him look slightly devious.
Johnny lets out little huffs and moans at the feeling of his sensitive nipples being played with which is one of his favorite things.
Gyro continues, switching back and forth on each nipple. Licking and sucking one, rubbing and pinching the other. When he thinks Johnny has had enough for now, he stops.
Moving to straddle one of Johnny's legs, Gyro makes sure to put on a show of rubbing his own rock hard cock against the plush thigh. When Johnny lifts his hands to touch him, Gyro grabs one wrist in each hand to trap them on the floor beside his beautiful face.
Johnny struggles for a moment with a scowl on his face before giving up. Gyro is definitely stronger than he is.
"Let me do it Caro. I want to take care of you this time. Just relax and enjoy it and keep your arms down," Gyro husks, letting go of Johnny's wrists, knowing that his baby won't disobey.
Johnny huffs out an annoyed, "Sure, whatever. I didn't want to touch you anyway," but his scowl softens into a pout.
Gyro chuckles at this, letting out a little, "Nyoho," knowing that Johnny is just being a cranky boy.
He continues rutting for a few minutes to take the edge off before pausing to lift Johnny's shirt up just over his nipples, caressing Johnny's soft, plump tummy. He loves how it jiggles beneath his hands and spills out between his fingers.
Gyro starts to slowly peel off his own shirt, grabbing it from the bottom up. He puts on a show, rubbing over his toned stomach, making a moan of satisfaction. Johnny is enraptured and staring so much that he forgot to blink. Not just because of the incredible sight but because of what looks like a bunch of bug bites all over Daddy's normally smooth but hairy skin.
What Johnny didn't know is that Gyro had put on his chest some plumping lip gloss dots. Right before he woke Johnny up, he used a Q-tip to make fake bug bites. He did this in the hopes that Johnny would find it arousing and not just silly.
Gyro peels his shirt off the rest of the way and throws it to the side, revealing the full canvas. "Do you like it, Johnny? I did it just for you," Gyro bats his eyelashes in a half joking, half sexy way.
Johnny is still looking on, completely stunned and taking it all in. He shakes himself out of it, just now realizing that he was drooling from the site. He wipes it off his face with an annoyed grunt.
"You're so hot, Gyro. I can't believe you did this for me. I want to touch, c'mon lemme touch you," Johnny is more turned on than ever, it's almost cruel he hasn't touched the bites yet.
"Beg me, baby boy. I want to hear how turned on you are for me," Gyro isn't going to give up that easily because he loves to see Johnny squirm, just a little.
Johnny has no qualms about begging right now. He's too horny to care! "Please, please let me touch you. You're so hot, Gyro, I can't contain myself. You're going to make me explode," he's moaning out, making sure to put on a show. Johnny only says stupid things like this because Gyro loves it.
No other reason. Nope, it definitely doesn't turn Johnny on at all to know that Gyro gets off to the sound of him begging. Like Gyro would say with a stupid laugh, denial is not just a river in Africa.
Johnny continues begging anyway, "Please can I touch you? I want to stroke up and down your sensitive chest. I want to lick you until you can't take it anymore, until you're so sensitive that you can cum without touching yourself. You want that, Daddy? I know I want to do that to you," Johnny knows just what to say to get Gyro hot and bothered.
Seeing the look on Gyro's face is worth saying anything, no matter how embarrassing. His eyes had grown dark and unfocused, just listening to what Johnny was saying. His blush had taken over his entire face, trailing down his neck. Johnny couldn't help but think that Gyro looked lewd in this moment.
Gyro replies to the begging, not as articulate as before, "Yes Johnny, touch me wherever. Touch my bug bites like I know you want too."
Johnny has all the permission he needs. He immediately reaches up to caress Gyro's sides. His hands slide up and back down, slowly mapping out Gyro's trim waist.
Johnny decides to take his own shirt off the rest of the way before continuing. It's too hot for clothes now. He takes his hands off Gyro momentarily, prompting Gyro to go into action. Together they get rid of the shirt so fast it leaves Johnny dizzy.
Both of their shirts now off, Johnny settles his hands back up Gyro's sides. He trails his way up to Gyro's big muscle-bound chest, loving the way it curves out underneath his hands. Johnny slides his hands around to settle flat against Gyro's stomach, putting one of his thumbs right against one of the bug bites. He silently wonders how Gyro did it because they feel slightly sticky.
He rubs his thumb over the bump, loving the feeling of the swollen skin underneath his hands. Gyro jumps a little at the action, pushing his chest forward to get more friction. Johnny finds it especially appealing when the bumps overlap with a freckle (or a few).
"You like how sensitive you are? Rut against me, Daddy. Take some of the pressure off yourself," Johnny whispers, barely audible but heated. He distracted and still can't take his eyes off the sight of Gyro's swollen bug bites the he's playing with.
Gyro moans in reply at Johnny's words. Hearing his Johnny say those dirty things to him turn him on like nothing else. He starts rubbing against the leg between his thighs in response. The moment he starts, Johnny pulls him down by his shoulders. Gyro almost loses balance but catches himself before squishing his little bambino.
Gyro is about to question Johnny but gets cut off by the press of plush lips against his. Johnny wastes no time in opening his mouth, prompting Gyro to open his. He melts into the kiss, so hot and wet. There may be nothing more perfect than kissing his amore.
Gyro takes charge of the kiss and twirls his tongue messily around Johnny's, plundering his mouth however he wishes. The taste of their lipstick mixes together in an oddly pleasant way. Johnny shifts his mouth, sucking noisily up at Gyro's grill, tracing the engraved GO! GO! ZEPPELI letters with his tongue. Johnny swallows the groan that bubbles up out of Gyro's mouth at his actions.
In turn, Gyro licks then nips at the plump bottom lip in his mouth. Soon enough, they are both soaking up each other's huffs and groans.
"Ahhm~" Gyro lets out a muffled moan when Johnny moves to bite his tongue, pulling it deeper into the warm cavern and taking control with his own tongue twisting over Gyro's. Johnny reaches down between them with both hands to play with Gyro's now tender swollen nipples.
Gyro arches his back and puffs his chest forward to give Johnny more room, all while never stopping the kiss.
If Gyro were thinking more clearly, he would question why his his nipples are oh so sensitive. Johnny would just wonder why they are slightly sticky. But alas- not s single thought was had betwixt them.
Taking control once more, Gyro rescues his tongue from Johnny's teeth and bites at the blue and green lipstick-smeared lips. Both sloppily tonguing the other as they part, dazed and slack-jawed.
Gyro smirks, his feral grin shining gold in the light because unbeknownst to Johnny, Gyro has planned a lot more for the night. He slides off of the blonde to have some room to work with
The red-head wrestles down Johnny's star-spangled yoga pants, watching how his angelo's dick bobbles in the air. The leaking cock smacks Johnny's stomach, leaving a smear of wetness. Gyro peels the pants off the rest of the way, lifting each foot to slide them out.
Throwing the pants over his shoulder and not bothering to look where, he resettles his baby's legs so they won't cramp up later. Gyro isn't embarrassed to admit that he loves taking care of his Johnny.
"Take yours off too, c'mon get naked with me," Johnny puffs out his plump, kiss-bitten lips to entice Gyro to hurry up.
Gyro wastes no time unbuttoning and pulling his cargo shorts down. He pulls them off to search the pockets, making an, "Aha," when he finds what he's looking for. He takes it out and throws his shorts away to the pile of clothes.
Johnny would say he can't believe his eyes when he sees Gyro had pulled out a small bottle of lube, but he would be lying. The man's such a unique mix of goofy and horny that this seems exactly like something he would do.
Gyro kneels back down on the soft mat, this time beside Johnny, feeling over the shorter man's body and stopping to play with his pebbled nipples once more.
He ups the ante this time by digging his green-painted nails into the protruding flesh.
"Eeoww- Ahhmm," the yelp that Johnny lets out is music to Gyro's ears, especially when it turns into a moan. The Neapolitan man lets up for a moment so get the Kentuckian's attention.
"I want you to fill me up now Tesoro," Gyro states matter-of-factly, if not a bit huskily.
"Turn around then, lemme see where you want it," Johnny growls back, his voice full of lust.
Gyro gets up from his kneeling position, only to settle down over Johnny's frame on all fours, facing his butt towards the shorter man, looking over his shoulder to see the look that his baby gets on his face.
Gyro reaches his right hand behind himself to hold his fat ass cheek to the side, squishing it between his fingers in a harsh grip, and letting out a low grunt of pleasure.
He bares his hole to Johnny, the ginger scooting back and sticking his ass up some more to show Johnny his surprise. A never before seen golden plug nestled perfectly in his tight ass, surrounded by gleaming flesh from lube that was slipping out.
And- wait a minute, are those words on the plug? Johnny looks a bit closer, squinting his eyes a bit to read them.
GO! GO! JOJO! Johnny can't help but read the engraved words aloud, "I'm not sure if this is sexy or just funny," he snickers through blue lips.
Gyro quirks his eyebrow up with a smirk on his face, "You like my gag? Nyohoho."
Johnny doesn't bother to reply with words, instead he reaches his hand up to palm the base of the plug and gently pushes to see what reaction he can get.
The beplugged individual throws his head back and lets out an indescribable noise. He pushes his ass back again in invitation. Seeing how much Gyro likes it, Johnny grabs the plug and starts pushing it in and out a few times.
He starts off gentle to build up the pressure but he knows can't keep it gentle for long with Gyro's hot noises spilling out of his mouth. He pushes the plug nice and deep, aiming it perfectly at his lover's prostate.
"Uuahhh~ Johnny, Johnny, give it to me harder, HARD-," Gyro ends his demand in a gasp when Johnny starts a few harsh thrusts with the plug.
"I do like the gag, Gyro, it's really hilarious," Johnny finally responds, thrusting the plug in to emphasize each of his words. Johnny continues on, "In fact, I thought of a gag for you."
Johnny reaches forward to grab the long, silky hair before him while grabbing a hip with his other hand. He pulls on Gyro's hair while guiding him back with his hip until Gyro's ass is in his face. Johnny guides Gyro's head down to his new gag. In order to fit together, though, Gyro has to curve his back up. Damn him for being so much taller.
"Snrrt," Gyro lets out a snicker, just now realizing the joke about the gag. Johnny doesn't let him be distracted and quickly guides the face down to his mostly hard dick. Gyro gets the memo to start licking all around his sensitive areas.
Satisfied that Gyro is exactly where he wants him, Johnny connects his lips with the soft skin of the ass in front of him. Pushing the cheeks apart, he noses towards the hole clenched tightly around the plug.
Johnny feels the most amazing moan on his cock in response, showing that Gyro is loving the attention. He dives back in with extra enthusiasm to suck and lick at the stretched skin around the golden plug.
Soft, supple, and sensitive skin gives way under his exploring tongue. The wonderful, musky smell of Gyro's sweaty skin invades his senses. Johnny fades out in his own little world, everything blurry and feeling like a dream.
A little idea floats to the front of his mind, so he lifts a shakey hand to the plug to start thrusting it again and sucks at the skin stratching tight around it.
Gyro moans even harder, still gagging himself full on Johnny's cock the he muffles himself on. Drool is running down his face, making a sloppy mess dripping down Johnny's now rock hard dick.
Wanting to move things along before he comes, Gyro gives a small nibble on Johnny's hard-on. He knows Johnny loves the feeling of the gentle bites especially with the golden grills in.
The intense pleasure almost brings Johnny to the edge which he just barely holds on to. He knows he's had enough so he decides to move to the next base. After all, Gyro didn't plan all this out just for some sixty-nineing.
Johnny finally slides the golden plug free from the tight ass, the hole clenching around nothing, searching to be filled.
"Why don't you climb on my cock, cowboy?" Johnny asks with a smirk.
The aforementioned cowboy lets out a, "Yeehaw," and promptly turns around over Johnny to straddle him riding cowboy style, of course.
He grabs the lube that was left abandoned nearby, opening it to slick up the hard cock underneath him. It twitches in his hand, showing just how ready Johnny is.
Gyro also relubes his ass to make sure that it's going to be a nice, smooth glide. He points the organ up and maneuvers himself so they match up. Slowly lowering himself all the way down, the red-head takes it in one slow go, loving the feeling of the slight burn.
He closes his eyes and throws his head back, just to focus on the amazing feeling. There's nothing quite like a good fuck to scratch that deep itch. He quickly wipes his hand off on one of the random pieces of clothing strewn about.
Johnny sets his hands on Gyro's waist, needing something for his hands to hold onto from the intense pleasure. Such tight, wet heat feeling like heaven around his engorged dick.
"You good, baby? Think you can handle more?" Gyro asks Johnny to make sure everything is okay with him, since he already figured out that his baby was already hitting subspace.
Johnny just moans and nods, tightening his hands a bit around the other's hips.
"I want you to speak if you can, baby boy. Can you speak for me?" Gyro reaches over to gently stroke Johnny's cheek.
"Mmyeah.." Johnny mumbles out a response and nods his head again. It's good enough for Gyro to see where Johnny's head space is at so Gyro can know exactly how to treat Johnny so that he has the best time.
Gyro starts moving, up and down, a little bit at a time. He continues to caress his love's face, sometimes moving his hand to stroke down Johnny's neck and continuing down over the other's the chest.
"I know you want to touch my bites, Caro. They're a present for you so you can touch as much as you want," Gyro offers, knowing the blonde want to be gently ordered around when he's in this space.
Johnny doesn't even give himself time to nod before latching his fingers on some of the red bumps, his dick twitching so hard that Gyro has to arch his hips, he feels it so deeply.
"Yes, Johnny baby, you're such a good boy, stay hard for Daddy," Gyro moans loudly, loving the feeling of being so full and knowing his words are going to help Johnny stay in the mood for as long as he needs for a good ride.
Johnny licks his lips with a fucked-out look on his cute, little face. His wonderful blue eyes blown-out, hazy with lust and fogged over in subspace.
Gyro doesn't think either of them will last much longer with how this is going. He can even feel Johhny's length throbbing in him in time with his lover's fast heartbeat.
"Make me cum, baby. Wrap your hand around me, I need something nice and warm. Want to thrust into you." Gyro huffs out.
Johnny doesn't waste any time, wanting to make Gyro feel good. He trails his hand down Gyro's stomach, all the way down to the thick dick leaking precum. All over Gyro's stomach and leaking down to drip onto Johnny. He has barely enough brain power to wish he could lick it all up but maybe he'll get the chance some other time.
Gyro's openly moaning, saying so many things that Johnny can't even comprehend in the state he's in. Some things he understands are him being called a variety of pet names that make him feel like goo inside.
"Ahh ah, Daddy ahhnn feels so good~" Johnny found his words but only enough to moan out a single sentence before being reduced again to only moans and groans. He rubs hard at a red spot on Gyro and jerks him off even faster, his hand slicking up plenty using the precum from Gyro.
Gyro can see the tells from Johnny, can see that he's on the edge. It's perfect since Gyro has been fast approaching slipping over as well.
"Cum for me! I want you to fill me up to the brim with your hot cum. Make me cum from it, Angelo," Gyro groans out at his peak. Gyro can't even wait for a response before he cums all over both their stomachs and even going up their chests with the force of his ejaculate.
Gyro makes himself continue moving through his orgasm, hole clenching down around the twitching cock inside of him. This sets Johnny off to feel Gyro cumming over him so a few more thrusts from Gyro and a tweak of his nipple, Johnny is cumming hard inside of the spasming hole.
They both go limp, with Johnny melting into the soft floor mat and Gyro falling over to the side as to not squish the shorter man.
Gyro cuddles up into his side and throws his long arms snuggly around the other man. Johnny melts into the hug, especially loving the closeness for aftercare. Gyro does take an arm free for clean up.
Reaching for the clothing he wiped his hand on earlier, Gyro gently wipes down Johnny and ridding him of any of the fluids. After making sure the blonde is clean, Gyro tends to himself. It's a quick cleanup but he'll just clean up more later.
Gyro grabs one more thing while he's at it, the abandoned pink plushie that Johnny loves so much.
With all that good stuff done, the red-head snuggles fully with the love of his life. He presses gentle kisses to the other's cheek, forehead, nose, jaw... Basically all over his cute face.
Gyro presses the plush, affectionately names Tusk, once more into his baby's arm, prompting Johnny to snuggle both of them and smushing them together.
"I love you more than anything in the whole wide world," Gyro whispers into Johnny's ear. Johnny responds by gripping Gyro even harder and nodding. Gyro would know what he meant.
That's the last thing that transpires between them before both sets of eyes slip closed, the two so soothed by their confessions that they have nothing but love on their minds.