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Bruno, his hips still grinding, lies along Leone’s back. The weight of him there is more than pleasant, draped secure over Leone like this – and he’s licking at the back of Leone’s neck, nibbling on a mouthful of skin before sucking hard. Marking it.
Leone whimpers at the feel of those teeth working him, Bruno’s cock pulsing inside in response. It leaks more come to join what’s already there.
Fills Leone that much more – fuck –
That zealous mouth pops free of Leone’s neck with a rough scrape, and from there, Bruno trails open mouthed kisses down a quivering spine. He’s sucking another bruise near Leone’s shoulder blade, enthusiastically biting at muscle.
And Leone can’t stop shaking. Has to drop from being propped by his fists to being propped by his elbows, and this time it’s Bruno who makes a noise. A short moan that sends more heat throbbing low in Leone’s gut, sparking and begging to be let loose – but Bruno hasn’t touched him. Not really. Not where Leone needs it.
Plush lips continue to lavish his upper back with care, all wet kisses and firm sucks and gnawing teeth. One of Bruno’s hands massages at Leone’s waist while the other wraps around his chest, groping rough at a pectoral.
“Bruno…”
At the sound of his name, Bruno’s hips start moving again. Pivoting forward, and he’s gasping at the overstimulation, because he just came – is still hard – still spearing Leone open, rocking into his too-wet hole, the way slicked by – god – three loads of come.
Fuck, he’s slippery-full and still Bruno asks him, “D’you want more?”
Those words are gasped breathless, close to Leone’s ear. Bruno’s thighs brush along Leone’s as he hefts himself higher, takes his eager trail of love bites down Leone’s neck, across his shoulder.
And – damn it all –
Leone’s ass is oversensitive. Almost sore, from the pounding Bruno’s given him this far, but his cock is bobbing heavy and stiff between his legs. So hard it hurts, he’s been left without enough stimulation for so long – and he doesn’t actually mind if Bruno wants to keep going – can take anything if it means he’ll get to come – if it means Bruno will fill him that much more.
So he breathes deep. Shivers once. Clenches on Bruno’s cock and gasps out, “Yeah…”
Bruno groans, his teeth sinking into another mouthful of muscle on Leone’s back. He squeezes Leone’s chest and digs his fingernails into Leone’s waist and is – fucking into him already – shit –
The hand gripping tight at Leone’s side migrates around to his front, Bruno’s fingers ghosting over his cockhead – and he gasps, whimpers, sinks toward the mattress as his legs spread, only to be hauled back upward by those hands.
Hands that hold firm to Leone’s hips now, while Bruno pounds him, shoves in hard and fast and Leone is moaning on each thrust, gets especially loud when Bruno hits his prostate, sending insistent sparks dancing alight in Leone’s gut. Too much sensation leaves him shaking like he’s just come – only he hasn’t yet – fucking can’t, without more contact.
He’s slipping lower on the bed, arms threatening to give out, but Bruno doesn’t let up. Is chasing another orgasm, hauling Leone to the edge right along with him.
A hand buries itself in long white hair, yanking Leone’s head back until he arches and sobs. Fingers and elbows and knees scrabbling over the sheets as Bruno’s thrusts redouble. Harsh and quick. Too much. So, so fucking good –
“Fuck – harder…!”
Bruno complies, picking up the pace, his fingernails dragging along Leone’s side, digging into his skin and aggravating earlier marks. Little flare-ups of stinging that only enhance the pleasure.
Everything has Leone writhing in place, lurching on the bed. Fucking himself on Bruno’s cock as best he can, matching that punishing pace and encouraging it because he needs more. Groans out his enthusiasm and hangs his head, white hair spilling in a curtain around him now that it’s been freed from Bruno’s grip – apparently only so Bruno can grab hold of his shoulders instead. Can prop himself higher and angle Leone lower so he can go deeper and faster –
The squelch of Bruno penetrating Leone’s wet-tight hole is audible even with the slapping of skin meeting skin, and when Leone squirms on those powerful thrusts he can feel come leaking from his ass. A ticklish line dribbling down toward his balls, forced out by that insistent cock that has to be drenched in its own come by now.
Thoroughly fucking appetizing. Leone’s mouth is watering, his own cock drooling a string of precome – and all of him is shaking. Muscles in his thighs jumping. His stomach quivering. Balls drawing up tight.
“Leone,” Bruno is murmuring, “Leone, Leone –”
God – he’s shifted his angle somehow – is – is hitting Leone’s prostate with pinpoint accuracy on every push of his hips. Focuses on it. Sparks of liquid-hot pleasure gather low in Leone’s belly, reaching a fever pitch that he can’t fight.
Not that he wants to fight it, at this point. Breathless and gasping out Bruno’s name between whimpering moans because he can’t keep quiet, overloaded by pleasure, senses haywire – and –
His climax hits him off guard.
He yelps, pleasure coming to a head – he’s shaking tensed and his cock jerks leaking and he can’t catch his breath, knees unsteady – and still his prostate is assaulted, the whole way through. Bruno calling out, “Yes, Leone – so good, Leone –” as he fucks him through his orgasm – doesn’t let up –
Not – Leone shudders, sobs, drops his top half to the bed as his vision whites and he trembles harder, body jolting as if electrocuted – it’s not a regular orgasm. This one is – was a prostate orgasm – he recognizes dully, through the thick fog of pleasure that clings to him.
Fuck.
He’s only done that once before. When Bruno was trying for it. Fingering Leone with intent, angling a vibrator there until Leone couldn’t take it anymore –
Shit, fuck, the memories send more pleasure gathering at the base of his cock, and his eyes are watering, tears squeezed out the corners as he grabs fistfuls of a pillow and hauls it toward his face because this is so fucking much but he wants more. His cock is still dangling heavy between his quivering thighs. Neglected and unsatisfied and swaying in time with Bruno’s rough thrusts.
Hips press flush to Leone’s ass and swivel there – hardened cock brushing at his oversensitive insides that tighten up on reflex.
Bruno lets out a soft moan, at that. Holds his position for barely a second before he’s pulling out again, rocking forward –
Keeps fucking Leone, who can’t stop gasping.
“Please – please more, god, fuck Bruno, need you–!”
He can’t take much more of this. He’s wrought and worn but Bruno’s cock hits all the right spots on every thrust, won’t let Leone be, and he needs. Is arching his back. Spreading his legs to expose himself further, and Bruno sinks deeper to meet him, repositions accordingly, punishing pace not letting up.
And there’s still no stimulation for Leone’s sore cock – but Bruno is biting at his back again. Slurring affectionate words between wet open-mouthed kisses. Grabbing for Leone – arms winding around at Leone’s chest so Bruno can grind deep –
Leone shivers at his touch. Wants to twist around and meet that mouth properly, but he can’t, like this.
Calloused palms brush heated strokes down Leone’s torso, from his chest to his hips and back, and Bruno’s thighs press against his in a squeeze. Some weird sort of full-bodied hug before Bruno lifts up again. Starts fucking Leone in earnest.
Again –
“Oh – mmh!” Leone muffles his noises, mouth pressed to the pillow letting out strangled whimpers and choked-off moans.
God, hell, he can’t take much more. There’s no way he can hold himself up for much longer, but his thighs keep flexing, rocking into Bruno’s thrusts no matter how overwhelming the sensation is, teasing at his abused prostate.
Thick come is leaking out of him – Bruno’s soft, needy whines reaching a familiar pitch, his hips stuttering –
More come paints Leone’s insides, a pulse of it as Bruno orgasms for the fourth time – and then he’s pulling out. One hand leaving Leone to stroke himself, and there’s the sensation of come pooling over Leone’s lower back, landing hot on his ass, dribbling into the crack of it, collecting above his already-leaking hole.
“Leone –!” Bruno gasps out – loud, for him.
It sets Leone’s cock throbbing, and his asshole fluttering around nothing, which. Lets more come loose.
This time, Bruno catches it with a trembling hand. His thumb rubs the escaped dribble back upward, the pad of it pushing into Leone’s hole – keeping the come there. Fucking hell.
Leone whimpers.
“So pretty, Leone.” Bruno’s breath is hitching, stuttering in his lungs. An uneven pace in sync with Leone’s own rattling gasps. “Look so – so good, like this…”
“Please,” is all Leone can manage. The single word buried in the pillow he’s clinging to. “Please.”
There’s a breathless sort of gasp from Bruno, and his palm curls around the side of Leone’s thigh. He dips down to nip at the sensitive patch of skin just beneath the swell of Leone’s ass. Feels like he’s touching everywhere except Leone’s cock – where Leone really needs it – wants it – has to come. Isn’t sure he can handle another orgasm. Can’t stand not to.
“Bruno –”
That mouth is sucking on the plumpest part of Leone’s ass, now. Bruno’s hot tongue tracing a path that must be a trail of his own come, a delicate touch. Mixed with the mental image, it’s too much. “I’ve got you,” Bruno murmurs, laps at another swath of come, “I’ll get you…”
Dammit – those words are wholly reassuring. They start more heat gathering in Leone’s gut, coiling tight, just waiting to be given enough stimulation to snap, and he trembles again.
He’s lying almost flat on the bed, by now. His body so overwhelmed with pleasure and sensation and lack thereof, that his knees slip farther apart, hips sinking lower and lower until he’s just barely hovering elevated. Could easily drop and grind himself to completion against the mattress. Would love to.
But Bruno says he’ll take care of Leone.
Has never, ever left him unsatisfied before.
Bruno’s lips pepper a firm cluster of kisses across Leone’s lower back, his tongue poking out on each one. Licking in firm sweeps to clean away all of the come that landed here, and from there –
From there it’s only a matter of time until his tongue dips lower. Slips between Leone’s cheeks.
It doesn’t go all the way down, yet. Only stays focused on the very top of his ass. Suckling away any come that’s gathered in that dip…and the feel of it has Leone – shivering –
“Leone,” Bruno breathes out. He settles in close, his knees propping Leone’s trembling thighs and his hands settled low on Leone’s hips. Ardent fingers knead at his flesh, Bruno digging into the meat of his ass and then massaging back toward the sides from there – spreading him, and Leone can’t help but twitch in response. Can’t stop more come from dribbling out.
This time, Bruno doesn’t catch it. Just watches it, from what Leone can tell. The sensitized path it traces downward. Dripping off of his balls.
Again, Leone shivers.
And again, Bruno says, “Leone,” in that breathless way. This time his hands are stilled at Leone’s hips, fingers splayed and sturdy, holding him up with the help of stalwart knees beneath his thighs so that he can relax. Just a little, but it’s enough – and ah, right, Bruno is probably waiting for some kind of acknowledgement, here.
“Hm?” is the best Leone can manage. Most of his face is still hidden in that pillow he’s clinging to, but he’s angled his nose and one eye free, at least. Easier to catch his breath this way. And…easier to get a tempting glimpse of Bruno, back there, with his flushed face and dark eyes and mussed hair.
Some of that heated frenzy has eased out of Leone during this short respite – but it surges right back to the forefront when Bruno says, eyes locked with his, “I really want to eat you out.”
“Fuck.” The word slips free on a whimper, Leone pressing his face back into the pillow for a moment, his cock jerking.
“Is that all right?”
Fucking – what the fuck does Bruno think? Teasing little – god Leone is aching for it, for anything. Wants anything, everything. Bruno hasn’t tongue-fucked Leone for way too long and he’s a goddamn master at it, knows he is. “Yes, god, whatever you want – just –” Hurry and offer some kind of stimulation before Leone explodes. (Or, more accurately, doesn’t.)
Bruno hums out a pleased moan, his eager mouth meeting Leone’s back for more wet, biting kisses that suck just hard enough. Leave fresh bruises and marks to join the considerable pile that’s already there.
His hands leave Leone’s hips, too. One at a time, they migrate to his chest, leaving his jellied knees to support that much more of his weight and keep him propped on Bruno’s thighs. Easing him into it. While also scratching at him – Bruno tracing more of those delicious stinging lines down his torso with fingernails that are currently painted black to match Leone’s –
They scrape over his nipples – down his ribcage – low on his abdomen – where Bruno’s hands go flat.
Leone is groaning and arching into any and all touches, wants more, can never get enough. Those palms circle around to his hips, then land on his ass, groping.
Anticipation rolls over itself in Leone’s gut.
He’s shaking again. Isn’t sure he really ever stopped.
A line of heavy-lipped kisses is dropped down the center of his back, tracing his spine right to the top of his ass – and then Bruno’s mouth lifts away. He shuffles backward a bit, his knees leaving Leone’s bottom half to keep itself aloft.
Which will. Be a near thing.
Especially so when Bruno reaches between Leone’s legs, taking hold of his cock – and Leone whimpers, chokes out, “Oh, god,” and almost fucking collapses right then and there, sparks firing overeager.
Bruno is careful. Almost teasingly gentle, his fingers pull on Leone’s cock, prying it from its place bobbing stiff in the air and angling it down. Leone is leaking, whining out noises, grinding shamelessly into Bruno’s cupped hand that’s still not offering enough friction but it’s better than nothing.
The unsteady groan that Bruno lets out helps – but not as much as his tongue does, when he licks a stripe up the length of Leone’s flushed-hard cock – then back down, teasing just beneath the head –
Leone’s shoulders tremble, his arms wrapping ever-tighter around that fucking pillow, hands curling into fists in the soft of it because he needs to hang on to something. His chest is pressed to the bed, by now, ass lifted as high as he can manage with uncooperative knees that slip against the smooth of their bedsheets.
A wet-hot tongue circles the head of Leone’s cock that’s still held in Bruno’s grip –
And then Bruno sucks what might be a kiss to the middle of the shaft, and Leone jolts in place, spurts more precome at the teeth barely scraping him. He grunts – a sound that melts into a groan when Bruno’s mouth brings its attentions higher, tonguing over Leone’s balls.
Licking up the dribble of come left there, Bruno takes this testicle into his mouth and sucks with care for a moment before he opens wide enough to take both of them in – tugging until Leone whines.
His legs are splaying dangerously wide, Bruno’s fingers massaging his cock, that tongue dutifully working his balls as they’re eased out of Bruno’s hot mouth one at a time. Bruno draws a mouthful of skin between his teeth as he pulls back, leaving it sore in the best way when it pops free.
Another firm kiss is pressed to the head of Leone’s cock, wrenching a whimpering noise out of his throat, Bruno’s tongue poking into his slit – fuck –
Leone’s cock is released. Swings back to bob hot against his abdomen, where it hangs heavy and twitching sensitive between his thighs, and he damn near sobs at the loss. (But he knows Bruno won’t leave him wanting.
Can wait…)
Bruno’s tongue doesn’t stay away for long, returns extra-wet and dragging firm over Leone’s skin, upward from behind his balls. Over his perineum. More kisses are suckled here, dropped with firm intent.
That swatch of skin is worked mercilessly, nibbled at in a way that leaves Leone gasping by the time Bruno guides his attentions to one side. He sucks at a spot high on Leone’s thigh, digging in with teeth and lips and tongue that are surely forming an impressive bruise there, just beneath Leone’s ass –
Rough palms land heavy on Leone’s ass a moment later – a smack that’s soothed into a squeeze – Leone jerks on the bed, yelps, swivels his hips backward in time with the massaging motions of Bruno’s hands.
Another hickey is bitten onto Leone’s thigh, just as high up but on the inside, this time. So close that Bruno’s cheek brushes Leone’s balls while he gets situated, and dark hair tickles against sensitive skin, Bruno’s head thoroughly between Leone’s poor overworked legs. Bruno is relentless as hell. Is taking his sweet fucking time. Won’t go where Leone wants him –
And it’s so fucking good. Pulls Leone along. Leaves him hyperaware of every little touch…
Of those fingertips that dig into his ass. Bruno’s suckling mouth slowly releasing his thigh. Soft lips pressing a kiss to the mark left behind.
Then Bruno pulls back. Pauses the pleasure.
He’s…probably staring. If Leone had to guess.
…Enticing him should be easy, in that case. So Leone squirms. Flexes his thighs and lets the motion roll up his back and then down, muscles tensing and relaxing in turn as he moves. He’s stretching, canting his hips toward Bruno, propping his bottom half higher –
And if he clenches like so, more of that come pooled in his ass will drip out. Slip free down toward his balls.
Bruno gasps out a weak, “Nh,” sort of noise (that has Leone’s stomach pooling with more want) his hands repositioning on Leone’s ass. Groping tighter, closer to the middle, spreading him apart. Two of Bruno’s fingers catch that thick stream of come, swiping it away – pushing it back into Leone’s hole and following it inside.
“Fuck –” Leone rocks on those fingers that spear into him. Deep and twisting.
Murmured agreement from Bruno, and he thrusts his fingers in and out of Leone twice more before he withdraws them at a leisurely pace. Lets them drag and stretch along the rim, and Leone is gasping as Bruno swipes those fingers down along the patch of skin between Leone’s hole and balls – which is only making more of a mess – coated in come as they are –
There’s a wet noise that sounds an awful fucking lot like Bruno is sucking those dirtied fingers into his mouth, accompanied by a muffled yet satisfied hum that confirms that’s exactly what he’s doing.
Shit. Leone can’t take this – can’t stand that obnoxious, deliberately sloppy slurp that Bruno makes when he pulls those fingers out of his mouth, hates how they land on his ass, tangibly wet and back to holding him open.
All of it hauls more heat to Leone’s face, burning his cheeks bright red while an equal amount of heat plummets south, gathering at the base of his cock. Sparking low in his gut.
Fuck, he wants.
“Bruno, please – just –”
Get on with it, is what he means to say – but he’s cut off by that tongue – the flat of it dragging a wet stripe up from his balls, over his hole, all the way up to the top of his crack – and then Bruno goes back down, prodding with just the tip of his tongue this time –
Leone groans. He holds still and trembling while that tongue swirls its way around his entrance. It’s barely dipping inside, but he hiccups out a half-sob anyway. Is too sensitive. Needs more.
And god, fuck, he wants to keep himself up for this, to prop his ass high so Bruno can really get at him, shove deeper. He doesn’t quite manage it, though, with his hips sinking steadily toward the bed, flimsy knees and wrought thighs giving up on him after holding on for so long, splaying that much wider as they slip lower with each teasing lick Bruno laves up-down-sideways-zig-zagged through the crack of Leone’s ass.
His breath is hitching through his chest, nipples hypersensitive where they’re pressed to the mattress, and shit that kind of friction would feel so good on his leaking cock –
Bruno seals his mouth over Leone’s hole and sucks. Shoves his tongue inside at last, mouth flush to Leone, chin and cheeks and nose all pressing in, and he’s moaning. Vibrations that seep into Leone’s core through every point of contact while that tongue prods deep, licks hard, does that incredible twisting thing.
Burying a long groan into the pillow, Leone arches taut. Is shaking so fucking bad. God – that tongue, twirling inside of him – wiggling. He’s bucking back against Bruno’s face and those hands that squeeze his asscheeks, painted fingernails digging in sharp.
The softer attentions of Bruno’s tongue after the harsher pounding of his cock are – Leone’s been left so sensitive, weak as ever to any and all of Bruno’s touches.
And – Bruno’s flicking his tongue in and out, now. Fucking into Leone with intent, curling on every other thrust to scoop out his own come – and trembling legs give out at last, Leone left lying flat on the bed but Bruno follows, face pressed to Leone’s ass all the way down, that mouth only leaving him for half a second.
Leone whines. His hips are swiveling out of control, cock finally, finally stimulated against the mattress while Bruno’s tongue works into him.
Gradually, Bruno retracts some. Just moves far enough to take a deep breath, from the feel of it. Air rushing out of his nose and brushed along Leone’s lower back. The very tip of that tongue poking at his hole –
And then Bruno is plunging back in, tongue pushing deep – hands spreading Leone wide –
Whimpering, Leone is caught between humping the bed and shoving himself back on Bruno’s tongue. It’s cleaning him out, Bruno angling his head to better swirl his tongue around and gather more of the come he left there. Prods along the sides then straightens for broad sweeping strokes accompanied by sucks that leave Leone twitching, his cock dribbling on the sheets.
Fuck he needs that friction. Chases it and loses himself to it for a moment, with Bruno’s tongue fucking him again, sloppy and wet, a slippery mix of come and saliva dripping down over Leone’s balls.
Leone can’t stop shaking – impossibly close, just needs a little bit more – grinds down hard –
Until Bruno’s arms thread beneath him. Wrap their way under his hips, around the tops of his thighs, Bruno’s hands splayed on his lower back, elbows propping Leone’s waist up off of the bed just enough and he’s whining, legs trembling. Cock deprived of stimulation.
That hot mouth leaves Leone’s ass, too, tongue retracting with a slick noise that has Leone jerking in Bruno’s secure hold.
“Bruno,” Leone gasps, hips twitching forward and toes curling. His cock is barely brushing the mattress, in this position – it won’t be enough to get him off. Not like this.
Gathered heat refuses to dissipate or snap and it’s maddening.
More than Leone can take.
Bruno hums, infuriatingly calm. Blows air across Leone’s twitching hole. Peppers kisses over Leone’s ass wherever he can reach while holding that position. Biting here and there, Leone’s breath hitching with each pinch of teeth, louder the closer Bruno gets to his entrance. “Still got you,” Bruno murmurs – and –
His hands shift, gripping tight handfuls of flesh from their new post, those arms still propping Leone’s bottom half while Bruno is spreading him open again, baring him to – oh, hell –
There’s the wet feel of saliva dripping over Leone’s asshole, slicking the way for the drenched tongue that follows soon after. Licking short swipes that barely dip into the twitch of Leone’s opening. Liquid-hot tip of Bruno’s tongue swirling in too-light circles around it, tracing nonsense patterns down toward Leone’s perineum that leave him trembling. Gasping out pathetic whines for more.
Bruno licks his way back up, tongue laving with more pressure, slip-sliding over Leone’s skin and then dipping back inside. Just a little, at first. That much deeper on each thrust. Twisting with each pull out.
Giving a short-sharp groan, Leone buries one hand in his own hair – yanks hard on the strands when Bruno drops a firm kiss just above his hole – then yanks again, whimpering loud when that face is pressed flush against him, Bruno’s tongue shoving as far as it can go inside of him, squirming around. Circling and wiggling.
Leone is straining in Bruno’s hold, entire body jolting and flexing in time with the thorough strokes of that tongue that’s fucking into him. “Oh, Bruno – fuck – mm!”
The idea was to ask for more, but Leone’s having a hard time forming words around gasping moans as Bruno’s mouth gives him everything. Works all-the-way into his hole. Teeth pressing-scraping as tongue plunges deep, lips keeping up wet suction as Bruno nuzzles him, buries his face so fucking deep in Leone’s ass, holds them tight together.
“God –”
Bruno pulls away with an obscene wet noise, more of that slick sort of slurping that’s got Leone bucking back, chasing that talented tongue as it leaves him and he whimpers out his disappointment. A hand lifts off of Leone’s ass, too, so just one of Bruno’s arms remains propping him –
Like this, Leone is liable to drop back to the bed again no matter how he tries to help hold himself aloft.
But – then there’s the sound of Bruno spitting into his palm – twice – depositing a mix of his own come and saliva. Which – holy fuck – is brought between Leone’s legs – smeared over his cock, and he sobs in relief, legs buckling weaker.
That slicked hand rubs Leone in earnest, wrapped tight around him, stroking his cock with slow and steady pulls. Bruno’s wrist twisting on each one in a mirror to his tongue – which is back to teasing at Leone’s hole. Dipping inside.
Fuck – Bruno is nosing into the cleft of Leone’s ass, jaw working below, and the soft of one of his cheeks is squished against the half of Leone’s ass that was abandoned by Bruno’s hand – the other side is held well out of the way, Bruno’s fingers digging in close, pulling at the edge of Leone’s asshole –
So Bruno can lick his way deeper –
The tip of his tongue catches on the rim with each thrust, pushed into Leone in time with that hand that’s working his cock, pulling at him. Squeezing him so satisfyingly tight.
And he’s whimpering again, a steady stream of noises that he can’t stop, both hands curled into fists. One gripped hard at the pillow and the other still buried in long white hair. Yanking periodically. When he can manage it.
His body is rocking, shaking. All of him caught arched between Bruno’s mouth and his hand, chasing more more more of each overwhelming sensation as liquid heat gathers, pools in his gut, sparks hotter –
Bruno’s tight hand picks up the pace, strokes faster-rougher over Leone’s cock. Focuses attentions just beneath the head, brushes fingers over the tip – a sloppy sort of hand job but it’s fucking fine – so fucking good – better than fine, Leone is riding that rough palm, those too-tight fingers, his hips jerking back toward Bruno’s face with each swiveling buck.
Through all of Leone’s squirming, Bruno keeps him pretty well pinned. Locked amid pleasures.
Jaw flexing, Bruno’s tongue sinks deeper and stays there, his face nestled permanently close as his tongue thrusts in and out. Swirls its way in. Twists on its way out. Licks while Bruno sucks and he has to have gotten all the come out by now, surely – doesn’t stop, though, thank fuck –
That mouth is eager as ever, lighting Leone’s nerves up with intensity, and once in a while the very tip of Bruno’s tongue nudges at his prostate. Sends him jolting, drooping on the mattress.
Leone is fighting a losing battle. Can’t take this. Is gasping harsh. Noises pour out of his open mouth as he writhes –
Bruno licks deep inside of him – squeezes hard around his cock –
Insistent touches that don’t let up or ease off, muffled encouragement slurred into Leone courtesy of Bruno’s tongue –
Thighs quivering uncontrollably, Leone’s body lurches, orgasm rolling over him in waves. Gathered pleasure boils over in his gut and he shouts Bruno’s name – a noise that melts into whimpers soon enough – and he’s rocking through it, Bruno milking his cock, more vibrations as Bruno moans against his ass, tongue still buried inside, stroking with firm licks.
God – fuck – Leone twists in place – half of him held by Bruno’s arm, his other hip pressed to the mattress as his cock lets loose thick ropes of come that dribble out over Bruno’s fist, spatter Leone’s stomach.
All the while that mouth doesn’t leave him. Bruno’s face nestled in his ass. That tongue fucking into him despite how he’s clenching down on it – sobbing –
That only gets Bruno moaning louder, drags Leone’s orgasm out.
He’s shaking. Feels weak. Wants to grab onto Bruno but can’t unlatch his hands, body wound so taut as he’s rocking his hips, Bruno’s touches bordering on overstimulation, bringing tears to Leone’s eyes, overwhelming him in the best way.
Slowly, that hand on his cock rubs to a stop. Squeezes as much come out as it can before it pulls off, fisting slippery over the head, Leone’s hips jerking after it as he makes a wrought noise.
Bruno’s – Bruno’s tongue is still at work inside of him. Thoroughly lavishing Leone’s sensitized hole, and Leone has no desire to pull away, just groans and squirms and relishes in the echoing noises that Bruno pours into him. Soft hummed-out sounds that add extra sensation until Bruno pulls out…
He moves slow here, too. His tongue lingering deep at first, giving way to thrusts that go steadily shallower, the tip catching on Leone’s rim before it pops free. Licks one last thick swipe over his hole, followed by a kiss –
All of it hot and wet.
And then Bruno reclaims his arm from where it’s still wrapped beneath Leone’s hip, letting him flop boneless to the bed.
“God,” Leone gasps, his knees shuffling over the mattress to shift himself into a more comfortable position. One that doesn’t leave his softening cock so sandwiched between his body and the mattress. He can feel come spreading over his stomach, cooling and sticky. “You’re too,” he takes a deep breath, still trying to catch it, still trembling all over, “too fucking good at that…”
His eyes are drifting closed, arms easing up around that pillow. One by one his muscles start to go lax, quivering to stillness and melting him that much further into the bed.
Bruno is moving around between Leone’s thighs, getting back up onto his knees and maneuvering until he’s beside Leone, judging by the dip of the mattress. Leone cracks open sleepy eyelids to look at him.
Tanned, tattooed skin is bare and flushed. Bruno’s cheeks rosy and his lips puffed from all their…hard work… He’s sitting lounged there, cock half-hard again and suspiciously clear of come, like Bruno wiped it off at some point. Probably added that to his hand before stroking Leone.
Shit. That possibility sends his overtired cock twitching painful.
Fucking hell.
Anyway.
Mental images of what Bruno may or may not have done to his own cock while eating Leone out aside, Bruno’s dirtier palm – the one that expertly rubbed Leone’s cock – is cupped, held deliberately free of the sheets.
And Leone is not at all about to ask questions. Knows he doesn’t have to –
Because there Bruno goes, lifting that hand to his mouth and licking it. Eating Leone’s come from here just like he’d eaten his own from Leone’s ass, tempting pink tongue twirling around his fingers and dancing across his palm as deep blue eyes lock with Leone’s, keep him stuck staring.
Leone whimpers. His traitorous cock gives a weak jerk. Asshole twitching at the memory of that mouth.
“Fuck,” he groans when Bruno’s tongue chases one last drip of come up the side of his wrist, “stop it – you’re fucking relentless…”
An altogether charming laugh huffs out of Bruno, and a dazzling smile tweaks one corner of his lips. He does, at least, stop fellating his damn hand. Though Leone still can’t shake a lingering hunger for that mouth. Which was probably the idea here. Fuck everything. He’s beyond weak, a fiddle for Bruno to play at will and he can’t even care. Loves it too much.
Loves Bruno too much.
Ah, Leone said that out loud. Just blurted out a mumbled, “Love you too much,” without meaning to. (But he wouldn’t dream of taking it back. It’s true, after all.)
That playful glint in Bruno’s eyes softens, and he leans down to press a pillow-soft kiss to Leone’s shoulder. “I love you, too.”
And that’s very sweet of Bruno, sure. Turns Leone’s heart into mush to match the rest of him that’s lying in a puddle on the bed, completely molten under Bruno’s care. But still his nose wrinkles and he sends a weak glare in Bruno’s direction when another kiss is deposited on Leone’s skin, just beside the first one.
“Brush your teeth before you kiss me,” he grumbles, cheeks hot.
Bruno’s laughing again, sitting up and away from Leone. “Fine,” he says. “We’ll both clean up, and then I’ll kiss you properly.”
This is more than agreeable to Leone, and he’s out of bed faster than he thought possible. Following Bruno into the bathroom, chasing the promise of a proper kiss from that relentless mouth.