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Standing in front of the full-length mirror, Bruno admires the mess Leone’s made of him.
His neat hair is wholly ruffled, courtesy of Leone’s hands running gentle-then-rough through it, braid undone and clips long missing. His forehead is still tacky with sweat, making his bangs stick in places – most notably pushed aside to showcase a smudge of black where Leone dropped a firm kiss (or two).
More of those black, mouth-shaped splotches are echoed down his right temple and spread across his cheek, creating a blurry path to bitten lips. Kiss-swollen and shiny, these are also tinted with stolen lipstick, smeared over and around them, all the way to the underside of his chin.
These lipstick marks continue down Bruno’s neck, long drags of black or more concentrated rings around bitten skin, where Leone latched on and sucked reddened and purpling bruises into existence.
Love bites litter Bruno’s collarbone, too, a pretty array of blossoming pink, and that lipstick…
It carries on over both of his shoulders, down his arms intermittently, twin kisses pressed to the backs of his hands. His chest is painted with it, nipples still erect and sensitized thanks to the thorough attentions of Leone’s fingers and teeth and tongue.
Bruno’s tattoo is littered with extra marks, his ribcage covered in more black than usual, and if he turns he can see where Leone’s kissing – and biting – followed the lines of the ink around the sides. If he turns fully around, he can spot the stinging welts where Leone’s fingernails dug into his back and scratched.
At the memory of being clutched close and pounded into – Leone’s whining groans in his ear – hot cock shoving deep and hitting just-right – Bruno shivers, heat pooling low in his stomach –
His stomach, which also bears a line of black traveling diagonal toward his hip, where the lipstick stains are clustered together around a handful of hickeys and then trace straight across his pelvis from there. A partially visible path exists through trimmed dark pubic hair. Downward from there is more lipstick, smeared over his cock, which is half-hard again by now. The heated-wet suction of Leone’s mouth all too recent.
Red lines mark up Bruno’s ass and thighs, too, where manicured black nails kept tugging him impossibly closer. These are shadowed and overlaid with swipes of black: Leone’s kissing as he followed sheer thigh highs all the way down Bruno’s legs. More love bites litter the insides of his thighs. Bruising skin and indents from teeth.
A lace garter belt is all that remains of his lingerie, by now, a little crooked from being grabbed at.
Fuck, he loves this. Watches his own pupils pool wider when he remembers Leone leaving partway through to apply more of that severe black to his lips…
All to mark Bruno up more, the way he likes. Cover him in reminders. In Leone.
Warm hands grasp at Bruno’s waist, brushing beneath his garter belt as they wrap around in a tight hug, and he melts back into that broad chest as Leone sidles up behind.
“You look good,” Leone mumbles, lips brushing the shell of Bruno’s ear – and oh hell they’re painted purple now.
“Mmh.”
An affirmative noise is about all Bruno can muster at the moment. Too perfectly overwhelmed for anything else. He’s got a great view of Leone in the mirror, like this, and catches matching black still smeared over his face beneath sharp purple edges of freshly applied lipstick. His neck is littered with dark red bite marks, his cheeks flushed a lighter shade of pink.
There’s so much bare skin against Bruno’s back. He relaxes further into strong arms and shared body heat and Leone. The hot hardening line of that cock. Rough hands rub over Bruno’s stomach, his ribs, and his chest, traversing his torso and smearing old lipstick. Pressing into bruises and scratches.
With a soft moan, Bruno curves into the touch, his cock bobbing stiff. He tips his head back to kiss at Leone’s jaw, watching the both of them in the mirror out of the corner of his eye.
“Do you want more?” The offer is murmured into his skin, where Leone is bent, mouth pressed light to the side of Bruno’s neck.
Bruno gasps out a, “Yes,” and is rewarded with teeth digging into his shoulder, that unfathomable mouth suctioned firm to his skin while a hand dips further down to wrap tight around his cock –
And he’s caught between sight and sensation once more.