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It had been a long week, Bruno kicked off his shoes and lazily pushed the couch pillows to the side as he threw his body against them. His back cracked and released the pressure of the day. Sticky Fingers was always convenient to bring a glass of water left on the counter to his lips. He swallowed rough and slow and placed the glass back in the zipper, the void would hold it until he felt like doing dishes. He laid there, eyes half open, zoning out on one spot for longer than necessary while thinking of all the things he should do next. His body remained in place in protest. The thought of going to bed early was tempting, yet as tired as he was, Bruno wasn’t sleepy. But the couch held him and eventually lulled him to sleep. He didn’t know how much time had passed but his eyes closed for a while. Soft pillows craned his neck, his hand traced the carpet underneath the couch, and finally he could breathe. A palm brushed though his head, it ran their course from the top of his forehead to the back of his skull, its fingers running through his hair, removing the clips holding the strands in place and putting them aside. Bruno felt his scalp relax and he let out a sigh. It would take him a while longer to realize the pillows he was resting on had been replaced by Leone’s thighs. It wasn’t till his cologne filled his nose that Bruno opened his eyes. Leone met his gaze as he propped himself on his back, smiling down at him and taking a sip from the glass he was holding. He nodded to it and Bruno shook his head. Leone finished it and set the glass down on the coffee table, next to yesterday’s empty one.
“I expected you back earlier,” Leone said after a few minutes of massaging Bruno’s temples, “you look terrible.”
Bruno laughed, “I was about to tell you the same thing.”
Leone chuckled, “I doubt you mean that."
Bruno tugged his hand away from his forehead and to his mouth, laying a kiss on his palm. Leone moved himself to better lay a kiss on his head and then his mouth. His long white hair tickled Bruno’s nose as he sat back up and nudged him to sit up. As Bruno sat up, Leone took the cups and moved to the kitchen. He was wearing his lounging clothes, a dark purple set of women’s silk pants and matching shirt. Bruno had gotten them for Leone as a Christmas gag, but to his surprise, he seemed to enjoy them (even if he wouldn’t admit it). He’d wear them around their apartment on late nights like these. They fit him surprisingly well, although they were a bit too tight around his crotch. Leone leaned down and rinsed the wine glasses in the sink. Bruno, still a bit dazed from his nap, couldn’t help but stare at Leones back. His long hair covered most of it, yet his shoulders still poked out, giving him a figure Bruno couldn’t look away from.
“I made sure to leave you hot water,” Leone said over his shoulder.
“…What?”
“I assume you’ll want to rinse off before bed,” Leone stated matter-of-factly.
“I’m not going to yet, I have some planning to do for tomorrow,” Bruno answered.
Leone looked back at him, an eyebrow arched. Bruno did his best to look determined, he really did want to get this done, but his body betrayed him as a yawn slipped from his mouth. Leone chuckled and dried his hands.
“Do I need to drag you with me?”
Bruno stood up and walked past him. “Seriously, I’m fine. I’ll be in my room if you need me.”
Leone grabbed his hand, Bruno was startled for a second before turning back to him. He looked to Leone and before he could say anything Leone kissed him. Bruno placed a hand on his chest as Leone moved his head back. He was about to walk off before Bruno grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in for another kiss.
Wine still rimmed Leones lips, but Bruno’s tongue did a swift job of cleaning it from them. They leaned back against the counter, Bruno grabbing Leone's waist tight and moving him around, sitting him on the countertop. The kissing was rapid, whatever tiredness that was there before leaving them both as they leaned into each other. Bruno’s neck hurt as Leones aggressive kisses pushed his head back. Bruno's hands stayed gripping his waist, Leone had such a small waist for his height. Bruno always caught glimpses of it as he tied his coat in the mornings, something about this man’s silhouette drove him mad. Leone pushed him off and Bruno almost gasped in surprise.
“You'd better get to work now,” Leone said patting his shoulder casually.
Bruno stared at him stunned until he noticed a smile creep onto Leone's lips. He let the out a deep chuckle and Bruno laughed along with him, loosening their grip on one another. As Bruno caught his breath, he looked down and noticed Leone’s hard-on.
“I think I have more important things to get to right now,” Bruno said motioning to it. It was Leone who was now caught in surprise.
“You’re one to talk,” Leone said with a furrow of his brows, as if that would distract Bruno from the red creeping onto his cheeks, “I don’t think that’s a gun sticking out of your pants.”
Bruno undid the top button of his own shirt and slowly creeped down the zipper of his pants, “I think you should pat me down, just to make sure, officer.” He let out a sneering laugh as he watched Leone's face turn fully red.
“You’re such a whore, Bucciarati.”
“I’m not the one in women’s clothes,” he said, now in a full laugh.
Leone fumed and cut his laugh off with a kiss, this time fierce and hot. It wasn’t long before Bruno found himself pushed back onto Abbachio’s bed. His pants were long gone, instead his cock now hung inches from Bruno’s mouth.
“Suck it,” he said as he kneeled above Bruno.
Bruno smiled and grabbed it with a gentle hand before spitting on it, causing Leone to let out a muffled moan. Bruno let his tongue pillow Leone's dick. Bruno had never thought he would enjoy oral, yet somehow Leone had turned him into quite the expert. The same Leone who was now groaning above him, his knees beginning to shake slightly. Bruno continued, he knew Leone would soon drop the act and succumb to him. All he had to do was keep a steady pace.
“Mm, mm, hah, Bruno- fuck...”
The taste of precum was already evident to Bruno as Leone grabbed his hair, the slightly loose grip telling Bruno he needed some more help. Bruno moved his left hand and grazed Leone's sack, squeezing lightly and making him gasp. He slowly moved his hand up his thigh and to his ass, gripping him firmly before reaching his asshole, teasing the rim with his index finger.
“Fuck, fuck,” Leone gripped his hair tightly and continued to groan. Bruno couldn’t help but moan himself, before opening his mouth and letting Leone out. Before he could protest Bruno moved out from underneath him and put a hand on his back.
“Bend over,” he told Leone. The shaking man moved to his elbows and knees and propped himself up for Bruno’s view. He was easy to order around. As much as he pretended he wasn’t, he’d away listen to Bruno’s orders. Bruno took two fingers to his mouth and wet them before stretching out Leone. He felt his body tense up and his breath become ragged. Bruno paused.
“...Did you clean yourself?” He asked Leone.
As red as his blushing face already was, he somehow looked even more embarrassed, letting his hair fall and hide his face, “I… I just… I was hoping this would happen,” he said in a shaky whisper.
Bruno smiled wide and chuckled, “You could’ve asked."
Leone said nothing, just grumbled in an attempt to mask the whimpers coming out of his mouth. Bruno felt his anticipation and pitied him, so he continued. He pushed this fingertips deep and hard. Leone whined and pressed his ass up further, the anticipation now desperation and pure need. Bruno used his other hand to press down on Leone’s tip, the cum leaking from him running through Bruno’s fingers.
“Bruno, please- please, I need you in me,” Leone said, whimpering desperately into the sheets. His strong hands held the bed for dear life. His usually poised frame was now bent and quivering under Bruno. Bruno could feel his own erection pressing up against his pants. His body screamed for Leone, he needed him just as badly. Using Sticky Fingers, Bruno retrieved a condom from the drawer and made quick work of removing his own clothes. He ripped the wrapping with his teeth and got himself ready as Leone moaned. Bruno could almost see the hot breath coming from his mouth. He wanted to kiss him and feel him against his tongue, but that would have to wait for now.
“Tell me you love me,” Bruno said, circling Leone with his dick.
“Ah, I- I love you... I love you, Bruno!”
“I love you too, Leone,” he said as he pressed a firm hand on his back and slid in.
The room’s air was thick and hot, Bruno could feel Leone's sweat as he held on to him, his own palms sweating as well. He felt so good around him, as if Leone had been made for Bruno to fuck and spoil with his dick. As Leone came, Bruno felt his body tremble, making him come as well. The world fell silent and for a moment they finally breathed, together.
“You can always ask,” Bruno said. They were now nuzzled together after a hot shower, his hands laying between Leone's pecs as they held each other.
“You’ve been working yourself to death, I wanted you to sleep more than anything,” Leone replied as his fingers twisted through Bruno’s damp hair.
“You've succeeded in tiring me out,” Bruno said.
Leone let out as small, “Yesss,” in victory. They both chuckled as the bed held them comfortably, their bodies fitting into each other like perfectly sculpted pieces. It has been a long week, and Bruno finally closed his eyes and let himself breathe.