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Begin Flashback
Buccellati was eighteen years old and the right hand man of Passione’s massive capo Polpo when he was apprehended that fateful fall afternoon. The weather was crisp, and Bruno was agitated because business at the hotel association had quickly devolved from negotiation to intimidation to an out-and-out brawl. He was sporting a bit of a shiner on his left cheekbone now, thanks to the conflict.
The black eye was what caught nineteen-year-old carabinieri officer Leone Lynch’s eye. He pulled up his police cruiser beside the bruised pedestrian and barked out the window, “Everything okay, fra’?”
Bruno wasn't in the mood to entertain much that would make his head hurt worse. He'd much rather nurse a drink than nurse this big shitty bruise any longer.
"Could be better,” Bruno answered. “You got anything for pain in there, officer?" Bruno found his voice accidentally dropping into a lilting flirtation. He leaned against the cruiser with a hand to his hip, putting some height between himself and the officer.
The kid’s tone caught Leone off-guard. He looked up and saw that there was a handsome face behind the big purple welt, tanned and soft around the edges. The guy’s lips were curled into a smile but his ice blue eyes were cold.
“Officer Lynch. Nice to meet you,” Leone introduced himself brusquely and stuck out his hand.
Bruno accepted the handshake. “Bruno da Vecchio, good to meet you.”
“As for the pain, that depends. You ain’t law enforcement, right?”
Bruno laughed, and his face twisted into some scheming little grin. "You're asking me? You're the one in a patrol car, signore . I'm no snitch. You have nothing to worry about."
“You better not be, bella patata ,” Leone said with a lascivious smile and leaned over to pop open the passenger side door for Bruno.
“Oh! Flirty, are we?”
“Hop in, if you want a ride? And I got wine in here,” Leone picked up his thermos and waggled it at Bruno. He figured he could probably get something out of this. He was used to using his good looks and authority position, and didn’t expect this cute boy to treat him any different.
Bruno easily accepted his offer and slid into the passenger seat, shutting the door behind him. He accepted the thermos, quirking a mischievous eyebrow in question of why a cop was driving around with this stuff. He knew better than to ask. He knew why.
"Where to, officer? I don't have anywhere in particular to be for a while." Bruno said, leaning on his hand. He smiled and took a sip of the wine, wincing when it was sweet instead of the bitter he expected. "Oh, this stuff kinda sucks." Bruno told him unapologetically.
Leone laughed in agreement. “Well, it gets the job done and it doesn’t break the bank. I just wash it down with Red Bull to get rid of the taste.” He then demonstrated exactly that, taking a swig from a tall can stashed in his door cup holder.
Bruno watched in abject horror and couldn’t bring himself to say anything at all.
“And I know a secluded spot just out of range of the police scanners about 10 miles north of here, how’s that sound, Brunello?” He leveled Bruno’s easy flirty energy back at him and then some, though the casual words did little to hide the hunger in his voice.
Bruno laughed, a wicked twinkle in his eye.
"Out of range of police scanners? Say no more, Leonino. " He answered, patting Leone's thigh twice, as someone would to a horse's side to get them to take off running. It was more of a slap than a pat, but it conveyed his intentions just the way he wanted to.
Leone smirked and pulled away, driving haphazardly down the tiny Napoli street. He broke pretty much every rule of the road, but since Bruno did not know said rules in the first place, Leone’s shitty driving didn’t cause any conflict.
The radio was dialed to the classical music station, which pulled an odd contrast to Leone’s reckless, youthful energy. Bruno found it charming and wondered if Officer Lynch had chosen it for him, or if he was really just an old soul.
“So how’d you get the...” Leone asked, waving his hand in front of his eye.
"The shiner?" Bruno laughed. "I had a meeting that went a little sour today. Everything's fine, but you should've seen the other guy." He explained, trying to use comedy to play off how bitter it felt in his mouth.
Leone laughed. “Fuck kinda meeting goes so sour it turns into a fistfight?” But he didn’t really care, cause this Bruno guy was hot as hell and clearly a whole slut.
Bruno shrugged. "I think you're the outlier for not having one yet. You get used to it."
Leone pulled over his squad car on a wooded cliff overlooking the Tyrrhenian, then took a swig of wine from his thermos (and a swig of Red Bull from his can).
“So, what kinda stuff are you into, Bruno?“ he leveled at the man in the passenger seat.
Bruno took the thermos from Officer Lynch with a knowing glance, throwing it back for a few hearty gulps. He winced and wiped his mouth, handing it back to its owner wordlessly.
"A better question," Bruno coughed, thumping his chest. "Is what I'm not into."
Leone frowned. “....Huh. No need to play coy, sweet cheeks. For myself, I like big cock and I’m a bit of a power bottom. Think you’re capable of taking me?”
He leered at Bruno. The teeth peeking out from behind his dark lipstick were stained from coffee and wine, but also perfectly straight. You could tell he’d come from some money by the teeth alone, if the career as a cop weren’t already a dead ringer for middle class Napoli.
Leone eyed the bulge in Bruno’s pants. Now that he was looking closer, he realized that the white linen showed off the outline of Bruno’s cock and balls well... too goddamn well. He reached down to grab at him.
Bruno laughed, inappropriately maniacal, at Leone's bewildered expression when his hand squeezed down on a way-too-soft bulge. "You're probably wondering why I'm not hard yet."
When Leone met his eyes as a direct answer, Bruno couldn't help wanting to torture him a little. He had the look of someone who was used to getting what he wanted. It made some carnal fire rise inside Bruno's chest; he wanted to let the flames lick the edges of Leone and burn him alive.
So to speak.
"You capable of taking a guy whose dick isn't attached to him?" Bruno laughed.
Leone literally had no idea what that could possibly mean. He’d just touched Bruno’s cock, hadn’t he? It sure seemed like it was attached and in the right place. So he just set his face into a self-assured grin and said, “Of course!”
Wanting to get this fuck thing started sooner rather than later, Leone growled and lifted himself up out of his seat, throwing himself over the center console and into Bruno’s lap. He was significantly larger than Bruno, but he didn’t care. He started unbuttoning Cubavera and biting at Bruno’s neck.
Bruno interpreted this as a very passionate move from a man he very much just met, and it turned him on immensely. He was being bitten and growled into and he was gulping it down like it was the only nourishment that could possibly sustain him.
He gripped Leone's hips and began to rock and rut their bodies together, but he could tell Leone was in serious danger of hitting his head. "You wanna move this to the back, big guy?"
“Oh... yeah.” Leone replied, very aware from prior near-concussions that he was too big for front-seat car sex. He popped open the door and they both tumbled out of the passenger seat. Bruno quickly crawled into the back seat, and Leone stayed standing for a minute to shuck off his coat and tie. He didn’t take off his hat.
Then Leone crawled in too, his body atop Bruno’s, and shut the door behind them.
“So,” Leone repeated against Bruno’s ear, “What are you into, pretty boy?”
Bruno was doing his damndest to shrug off his expensive red blazer and set it aside, but he wanted this damn cop's body flush against him so bad that it was hard to manage. He'd figure it out, it didn't matter, he just wanted to bury his strap inside this slutty cop and fast .
"Oh... power play, you know." Bruno answered, grabbing a handful of Leone's ass. "I like to be the one pulling the strings, whatever that means for the situation at hand." He purred against Leone's neck, kissing and licking long stripes from Leone's collarbones to his jaw and back again.
“Oh.... god. Oh god yes.” Leone grumbled as he messed with his belt to get his pants off. Bruno’s spit on his neck was making him shiver, as was this stranger’s commanding tone.
"I think you'd look pretty riding my cock. What do you think, Officer?"
“ Jesus, Mary and Joseph,” Leone breathed in English. Then back to Italian with “yes, Bruno, yes.” He got his pants off then reached down to help Bruno out of his seersucker sportcoat and his fancy embroidered Cubavera. Bruno’s chest was sculpted and waxed clean. Even his armpits were hairless, Leone noticed with some amusement.
Leone put his hands on Bruno’s slight waist and shivered at how hot Bruno’s skin was on his. Then he nosed Bruno’s head out of the way to bite at Bruno’s neck and slam Bruno back down onto the bench seat on the back of the car. He thought he might have caught sight of something—a tattoo?—behind the guy’s bangs, but he was too busy leaving hickeys on Bruno’s clavicle and rutting his erection against Bruno’s thigh to care that much.
Leone was desperate and good at this in a way that made Bruno want to yank his hair and pull him to his chest; his hair was too close-cropped for that. He settled on gripping the nape of Leone's neck as he was sucked and bitten red and purple.
Bruno craved more power over this big horny stranger, so he began to palm at Leone's dick as soon as he had enough sense to do so.
"What are the logistics here?" Bruno asked, rather unsexily. "You're tall, how are we making this work?"
Leone snickered against Bruno’s smooth skin. “Well, I can lay down on the seat and put my feet up if you wanna do missionary, or if I get one of my knees on the ground and lay like so, you can take me from behind pretty easy. Or if you want to get creative we can fuck outside on the car, or if you kneel up on the seat right here, I can put my knees over your shoulders you can fuck me upside-down which is pretty cool....” Leone demonstrated each position as he offered it. His nonchalance and comfort showed that he must’ve done this a million times, and he was used to it.
“Well? What do you think?”
Oh. So he's a casual whore. A casual cop whore. Okay. Buccellati thought. That checks out.
"The upside-down thing does sound pretty cool." Bruno decided, nodding curtly.
It was the last position Leone was in anyway, so Bruno situated himself between Leone’s legs and started rolling his hips against Leone’s muscular ass.
Leone fluttered his eyes closed for a second and made himself comfortable. He back arched severely against the curve of the bench seat, letting his face be pressed by gravity into the filth that was the car’s floor mat.
It was pretty weird that Bruno still wasn’t hard yet, so Leone chanced a glance upward. And what he saw made him blink. This couldn’t be right. Could it?
Bruno’s bangs no longer covered his forehead now that he was looking down at Leone. And on that forehead was a tattoo in a very distinct style; in fact, a tattoo Leone had been warned about in an emergency briefing at the precinct not too long ago at all.
Leone groaned. He wanted to get it in but... what if he was in danger, you know?
“Hey, what did you say your name was?” He challenged directly.
Bruno fluttered his lashes in a facsimile of innocence.
"Hmm? I'm Bruno Alfieri, of course!" He said, leaning back abruptly to fix his hair, looking upwards as if to examine his own forehead. He wasn't stupid, but he sure hoped this cop was.
Leone Lynch took a deep, deep sigh. He didn’t want to do this. He really didn’t want to do this. But, a job’s a job, and he was on the clock, and maybe if he did do this he could score some sweet bribe money.
So he did it. He reached under the passenger seat with his left hand and whipped out a gun, and he curled himself up by his abs to point it straight between the shirtless, sexy man’s eyes.
“That’s not what you said last time, so let’s try this again. What‘s your fucking name, dickbrain?”
Bruno put his hands up in defense, a sheepish look on his face. He manifested Sticky Fingers behind him, which he prayed to God that this cop could not see. Otherwise, he'd have much bigger problems than one shitty Napoli cop.
"Would you believe me if I said 'just Bruno'?" He tried, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead, along with the cool metal of the gun against his skin.
Leone cocked his gun. He clearly did not believe him.
Bruno felt his pulse racing. The thrill of this turn of events was making him even hornier, which he consciously knew was irresponsible of him. But he was confident he would make it out of this encounter post-orgasm and unscathed.
"You got me, Officer. I'm Bruno Buccellati, but I'll make it worth your while if you keep quiet about it. And we can continue fucking as we planned. Don't you want that, Officer Lynch?" Bruno asked sweetly.
Leone was still in a very compromising position and Bruno Buccellati, whom Leone now knew to be a very powerful and very dangerous member of the goddamned mafia , was still between his legs, with only Bruno’s thin linen pants and Leone’s jersey briefs separating Bruno’s bulge from Leone’s ass.
“Worth my while? You got money, yeah?” Leone pushed the loaded gun against Bruno, jostling his head back a little. “Well I would get a hell of a lot of money from the taxpayers if I turned you in, so it better be a damned good offer.” Leone was feeling pretty confident because he believed he could end this guy’s life in a second, and be called a hero for it. That is to say: Leone was feeling pretty confident because he couldn’t see Sticky Fingers.
"'Course I got money, I just told you who the hell you're talking to. Surely a couple million lire will do, right?" Bruno replied, a lascivious grin spreading across his face. "You sure that's all you want from me, Officer Lynch?"
In a flash, Bruno used his Stand to pluck the gun from Leone's hands, punch a zipper portal into the car door, toss the gun through, and zip it up and out of sight. Bruno could hear the blood roaring in his ears. He was unconsciously rolling his hips now; each cycle of his hips made him feel how soaking wet he was.
Leone’s heart was racing. He had no idea what the fuck just happened, just that all of a sudden his hand was clutching around air rather than the comforting metal of his piece.
Bruno couldn't resist. His hand flew to Abbacchio's neck and squeezed. "You wanna fuck danger, Officer? You wanna take villainous mafioso cock? Huh? HUH?!"
Bruno’s fingers were gripping delicately into the sides of Leone’s neck. Even with all the force in Bruno’s grip, though, he wasn’t pressing into Leone’s windpipe. Which meant Leone probably wasn’t in immediate danger. Which was all the encouragement Leone needed.
“If I had to guess, you’re the one who wants to fuck danger, fecker ,” Leone leveled back at him, then used all of his strength to grip Bruno’s wrists in his hands and his torso between his thighs so he could pin down the little pisser under his full bodyweight.
"I do!" Bruno spat at him, his eyes gleaming bright and dangerous. "I'll fuck danger! I'll shove it up your bratty pig ass!"
He was so fired up now, he could barely think. Which was precisely why he decided to slam his forehead into Leone's with an ugly howl of challenge. Now he really couldn't think. Nor see.
“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR????” Leone shouted at the top of his lungs. But he managed to not let go of Bruno’s wrists, and he maneuvered his knees so he could pin down Bruno's arms at the shoulders at least.
His head was pounding. That idiot had a thick skull and it hurt . Leone still knew what he wanted to do, though. He let go of Bruno’s hand for a precarious second to grab a zip-tie from his shirt pocket, and, with a battle cry, manhandled it around Bruno’s wrists.
Bruno didn't say a word, he just smirked up at Leone like he still held all the cards. He did, essentially, since he blindsided the guy beyond his belief with Sticky Fingers, and he could certainly do it again whenever he wanted. But he'd keep his secrets. He'd see where this would go.
Bruno's head throbbed as he squinted up at Leone, thrashing back and forth in a performative little struggle. "You got me right where you want me, Officer. The fuck are you gonna do now? Not fuck me?"
“Yes!! Jesus!!! Give me a minute!!” Leone replied in a strung-out kinda tone.
He rolled his eyes at Bruno’s impotent thrashing and reached down to procure his handcuffs off of his discarded belt.
“I don’t know what the fuck you did with my gun, but no more funny business, Buccellati,” Leone threatened as he threaded the cuffs through the partition.
Bruno was surprisingly pliant, letting Leone manhandle him into a very uncomfortable position with his knees on the seat and his hands cuffed to the partition behind his head.
And then Leone slipped himself between Buccellati’s knees so he could finally get that tantalizing white linen out from between them.
“Let’s see what you’re working with,” he smirked and unbuttoned Buccellati’s pants.
Bruno could not keep a look of absolute hellish delight from creeping across his face as Leone faltered in confusion at what he found in Bruno's pants.
"What, never seen a fake cock before?" Bruno jeered, trying to make a mocking little motion with his hands, the metal clinking as he found he obviously couldn't. "I have a harness and dildo with me, but you'll have to put it on me, I fucking guess ."
Leone wasn’t really sure what he was looking at, but he was too horny to care. He could smell Bruno’s pussy and that was enough to send him over the edge from wanting to fuck this shithead mafioso to needing it.
“Okay, cool, where’s the...” Leone stumbled over his words. “Dildo?”
Bruno gave an amused little exhalation and summoned Sticky Fingers, who unzipped Bruno's dildo and harness out of thin air. They fell on the seat with an underwhelming plop, and Bruno willed Sticky Fingers away.
"Alright, the dildo goes in the O-ring. You can probably figure out how the harness should go on me. I can't help you, because, you know." Bruno explained, flexing his wrists.
“Wh-“ Leone stammered. Where the fuck did those come from? What was this guy’s deal?
“O-ring?” Leone had only touched a dildo like once, when he was out drinking at an underground gay bar with his buddy Nettare and they’d stumbled into a sex shop. Bruno’s was a sunny yellow speckled with mika so it would gleam in bright light, the type of which was not present in the cop car. It was fairly firm, firmer than a real dick, and had a gentle curve and round head that made Leone salivate just to look at.
Bruno just laughed and so Leone fumbled with it, but eventually was able to get it set up. Then he yanked Bruno’s pants properly off. In his haste he might have heard a seam rip as he pulled them over Bruno’s petite, red wing-tips, but luckily Bruno didn’t seem to notice. So Leone got to work putting the harness on him.
Bruno looked down at Leone with a taunting smile on his lips and a sadistic glint in his eye. He rewarded each of Leone’s unsuccessful guesses at which leg went in which hole with a not-soft kick to the shin. The hard-soled shoes hurt, but Leone kinda liked it, so he fucked up intentionally a couple times before finally sliding the harness up Bruno’s legs to his hips. Leone noticed with bemusement that the rest of this guy’s body was as hairless as his chest.
“With the reputation you have, Bruno Buccellati di Famiglia Passione , I didn’t expect you to be such a metro pansy,” Leone commented as he attempted to buckle the harness around Bruno’s hips.
Bruno snickered and leaned into Leone's non-erotic touching of his hips. "Yeah, well, I do have a reputation for being that way too. It's a well-known fact, if you're in the know ."
Bruno was a little annoyed at Leone's insolence, but he was far from done playing with him. Not by a long shot.
For a moment, they were caught in a silent, locked line of sight, as if they were prey animals circling around each other and sizing the other up. There was a flash of something in Leone's pretty purple eyes; challenge? Need? Primal instinct? Bruno felt his mouth start to water. He had to say something.
"Suck my goddamn cock, Leone Lynch." Nailed it.
“Which one?” Leone asked and prodded tentatively at the squishy white packer in Bruno’s panties. It was spongy and had a lot of give, like Leone would expect from flesh genitalia, but what he didn’t expect is when it somehow seemed to magically pass through the fabric of Bruno’s panties. Leone almost shrieked as it bounced off his leg and onto the floor. There was something uncanny about a fairly realistic disembodied dick that Leone’s brain couldn’t quite comprehend. He just wanted this weird intermission to be over so he could bury Bruno’s pretty yellow dildo inside himself. Please.
"The only one left, you dumb whore." Bruno laughed as he keyed into Leone's uncomfortable look at his lifeless packer on the floor of his cop car.
"I'd put my hands in your hair to help you figure it out a little better, shove you down on it, but I'm in no position to do so. Am I, officer?" Bruno said, his tone dripping with chastising saccharine sweetness. "Just thought having a cock in your mouth might put you in a better mood, is all. So go ahead."
“No, you’re not,” Leone snapped, “and I like it better that wa—“ he cut himself off by taking Bruno’s dildo into his mouth and easily into the back of his throat. It tasted clean and unobtrusive on its own, but the smell of wet leather and Bruno’s frankly dripping pussy sure elevated the experience past your run-of-the-mill blowjob.
Bruno groaned as the urge swarmed inside his chest to wind his fingers into as much of Leone's short hair as he could. He wanted to force him down on it, plug the guy's nose if he had to... But Bruno could see Leone was catching a scent that got him excited, and there's no way it wasn't his wet pussy underneath the leather harness.
The slutty cop was a mighty sight to behold. Watching his cheeks bulge and hollow around his cock made Bruno squirm in earnest, and he realized he could at least shove his hips forward to coax his dick further down Leone's throat. His heart started pounding as his hips took control.
" Thaaat's it. You look so cute with your mouth full." Bruno cooed, wishing he could lightly slap Leone's hollowed cheeks.
Leone didn’t choke when Bruno shoved his dick down his throat. He was beyond that amateur shit. He stuck his fingers into his mouth to get some spit, then reached behind himself to start to prep his hole.
“Yah gah luue, ooeelaie?” He asked over the cock still squarely down his throat.
Bruno took a second to process that, because he was more focused on how slutty it sounded at first impact.
"Lube? I was just about to ask you. But I got it." Bruno responded nonchalantly, summoning Sticky Fingers to roll a bottle of lube onto the seat.
"Let me see your work yourself open with my cock down your throat, Officer Lynch ."
Leone growled his appreciation without letting Bruno slip outta his mouth. It was a beautiful sound, low and wet and primal.
He couldn’t help but love the way Bruno was talking down to him. He ate it up like he ate up the plasdick in his throat. And the sound of his own voice turned him on as well, so he continued growling a low hum as he wet his fingers and started quickly, expertly prepping himself to take Buccellati’s cock. He forced himself open so quick that it hurt , but Leone didn’t care. He was so impatient for Bruno’s cock he felt like he’d die of thirst without it.
Leone swallowed down his cock with a vengeance, his whines and moans vibrating an electric chill through Bruno's abdomen. It's weird; he was mad that he couldn't be mad at this turn of events. He wished he had free reign over this shitty pig bastard, but the power play was too rich and decadent to resist. He could use Sticky Fingers if he had to, but so far Leone was a good enough cockwhore not to warrant that.
"Whoa whoa, I appreciate the whorish enthusiasm and all, but slow down before you hurt yourself, officer!" Bruno chided him in a breathy little laugh.
Leone spit out Bruno’s cock and glared up at him. The gray of his long eyelashes made him look almost angelic, Bruno thought, but the shock of dark red lashes gracing just the outer corner of his left eye made him look kind of lopsided. Almost broken, like he needed help. Bruno felt a pang of something he absolutely should not be feeling in his chest, and closed his eyes to try and make it go away.
“Too late Buccellati, I already did hurt myself,” Leone hissed, his voice all vinegar. “But somehow I don’t think you’re going to care.”
Leone pulled his cotton boxers off of his sock feet and straddled Bruno’s hips. He let his back relax against the seatback and slid forward, guiding Bruno gently to his hole.
He gasped when Bruno entered him, and said a quick prayer of thanks that the dildo was still wet and warm from his blowjob.
It surprised Bruno that Leone wanted to look at him while they fucked; he had been almost certain that Leone would take him reverse cowgirl and that would be it. But... was he craving affection? Affection that a handcuffed Bruno could not reciprocate?
He just met the guy, for fuck's sake. It didn't really matter. He let Leone settle on his lap, on his strap, and set a careful, rolling pace to bounce him into.
"I think you care more about hurting yourself than I do, for sure." Bruno bit out, looking into Leone's pretty wet eyes. "Freaky of you. I like it."
Leone groaned a deep sigh of relief when the head of Bruno’s cock started to rub consistently against his p-spot.
”Faith,” Leone cussed in English, “you feel— you— this is dangerous, Buccellati. You feel— fucking amazing.” Leone kept getting cut off by his own breath as he gently, rhythmically rocked his hips against Bruno’s. It was almost tender. He blinked tears out of his eyes and felt them roll hot down his cheeks and land on his chest.
Bruno's breath caught as he watched Leone cry on his cock.
"You good, officer?" He asked out of obligation. “Never better,” Leone answered, breathless, honest, raw. He let his tears fall freely now, salt burning streaks down his face. He was as red as a caricature of an Irishman and he could not care less because Bruno’s cock felt like it was made especially for him.
"Is taking mafioso dick really that good? Really splitting your world in two?" Bruno laughed weakly, rolling his body into Leone's. The joke wasn't as funny out loud.
Leone laughed a little at Bruno’s joke, not because It was funny, just because it was funny that Bruno was trying so hard.
Bruno felt something stirring in his chest. He didn't like it. It made him feel like his ribcage was full to bursting with... with... he didn't like it.
"Kiss me, officer. Kiss me while you take my cock." He demanded, despite himself. He leaned in to press his forehead to Leone's, because it was all he could do.
“Absolutely the fuck not,” Leone spat with a disdainful laugh. He held Bruno’s handsome face in both his hands and shoved him back against the partition, so Bruno had no hope of pushing forward to meet his lips.
The air in the crowded squad car was pure vapor now, sweat and pheromones and condensation. The windows were fogged to high hell and both men were dripping large beads of sweat down their foreheads which made the forced space between their faces that much more potent.
Bruno wanted to run his hands up and down Leone's chest, hold his waist, grip his hair, push his hips down to meet his thrusts... But of course he couldn't, so contented himself to shove his cock deeper into the cop. He wanted to make Leone hurt for refusing his demand for a kiss. He really did not appreciate this impudent, shitty behavior.
But, thrusting up into Leone, Bruno felt it hard to hold onto his acrimony. Every thrust was making the two of them cry out--Bruno wasn't being directly touched but his brain did not care about that one bit. This huge gangly cop was about to make Bruno lose his mind untouched.
Leone held tight to Bruno's head, almost supporting his weight against it as he rode Bruno's cock, meeting Bruno's intensity. He loved the way Bruno was thrashing his head at him, trying to get closer. He loved the way the thick air and the sweat on his legs and chest made him feel like he was touching Bruno everywhere even if he wasn't. And he absolutely fucking loved the way each thrust sent Bruno's firm plastic cock to squish against his prostate with enough force to make him drip all over Bruno's stomach.
Bruno drove his forehead against Leone's so hard that his headache reignited around the edges of his temples. Thrusting into Leone with a vigor that was met and met and met was driving him insane. His synapses were like a lighter trying to properly spark a flame, he was rolling his thumb along the sparkwheel with hands too clumsy to catch fire fire FIRE...
Bruno took a full-bodied gasp of air and everything came pouring out. He felt so fucking powerful, so deeply divine, as he shook and bucked his hips and sunk his teeth into Leone's shoulder, cumming with an animalistic scream.
Leone dropped his hands from Bruno’s wet face and slapped them over his own ears. They were slimy and hot with sweat.
“Jesus Christ, Mafioso, have some composure!” He joshed, but didn’t stop rolling his steady hips into Bruno’s jittering ones. Bruno’s face all flushed and fucked out, his hands still cuffed behind his head with the metal jangling, his whole chest gasping for air in the vapor-filled car... it made Leone feel insanely, dangerously power-drunk.
“You really came without me even touching your cock, didn’t you, Buccellati,” Leone teased with a cruel smile. “Is my bratty pig ass that fucking amazing, that you’d come in me—“ Leone caught just breath— “totally untouched?”
Bruno's chest rose and fell, warm and comfortable and swollen with the urge to throttle Leone. He could not quell it. He was smugly glad he got a bite out of him before the urge sparked inside him.
He wanted to drag Leone forward by his hair. "Yes, officer, I did." Bruno panted. "That's no way to talk to someone who's pounding your ass, is it?"
Despite his orgasm, he threw himself into overdrive, frantically jerking his hips into Leone. He drunk in every little noise Leone made, the huge stupid sexy cop bouncing severely on mafioso cock. Each slap of skin on skin was so slick and depraved that it nearly disgusted him. The disgust quickly rolled over into arousal, as Bruno was coming to expect from interacting with Leone. It made him feral .
“Th—that’s no way to talk to the o— officer— officer that arrested you!” Leone countered, in a voice too breathy and fucked out to be even the least bit intimidating.
Bruno’s repetitive, violent strokes were starting to hurt, in the absolute best way possible. Leone fucked into it, meeting every one of Bruno’s thrusts halfway, grunting his enthusiasm.
“Fuck, Buccellati, you wanna let me come?” Leone asked at last.
Bruno resolutely ignored Leone's jeers, deciding instead to get drunk on the fact that he was making this cop lose his mind without even touching his cock.
"Cum if you think you've earned it, officer." Bruno challenged, equal parts excited to either edge Leone or see him cum. He was fucking alive .
“Earned it?!” Leone laughed. “I earned it the second I h— I caught you, Bruno Buccellati!” He was giving himself over completely to the thought that he’d actually, properly arrested Buccellati, and it made his heart pound and his dick throb. So he reached for his cock, grabbed it tight around the base, and started to stroke.
Bruno was getting annoyed. "Yeah, yeah, you caught me." He conceded with a roll of his eyes. "And took my cock like whore anyway."
Bruno decided he would interpret Leone's defensiveness as sexy instead of annoying. "That's it, jerk yourself off and cum on my cock."
Abbacchio grunted his agreement with Bruno’s words and bore down hard on the dildo inside him while he jerked off in tight, controlled strokes. He fell forward a little as he went slack, his forehead loudly hitting the partition so his cheek was flush with Bruno’s. He breathed in the scent of Bruno’s hair—expensive shampoo—and his skin—clean sweat and spicy cologne. And this weird intimacy was enough to force him over the edge.
He groaned and held his head tight against the partition as he rode Bruno’s cock into a deep, deep prostate orgasm, his half-hard cock spilling all over Bruno’s sweaty, smooth chest. His eyelids dropped and his body slowed to a halt and his breath rose and fell in his whole body as he rode out the pleasure-high, sweet and warm and full-bodied.
Bruno gave Leone exactly 60 seconds to catch his breath, pressed against him all sticky and clammy. "You wanna, y'know, get these off of me?" He asked impatiently, but it wasn't actually a question more than it was a reminder.
Leone growled angrily at Bruno’s shortness. Gimme a break, mafia man! He tried to lean back, look Bruno in the eye, but he miscalculated and bumped his head on the roof of the car.
“No. Money first, Buccellati,” he demanded.
"How the fuck am I supposed to do that chained up?" Bruno panted, glaring daggers at Leone.
“Same way you got out the strap, I’m assuming,” Leone replied with a frown.
"You insane?" Bruno asked, genuinely curious. "Why would I carry that much money on me? I can make good on it, officer, but not all at once. Fuck's sake." He spat.
“Ah. That... tracks.” Leone replied. “Forgive me, I just fucking came, so my brain isn’t as sharp as yours, Buccellati.”
He slowly extracted himself off of Bruno’s cock and plopped himself down, a mess of wet and lube and come, onto the bench seat.
"'Salright." Bruno sighed. "I did too, and look at me now." He laughed lightly, wishing for all the world he could just casually splay himself out like this sweaty cop was doing in front of him.
“Look at you now,” Leone slurred, barely conscious. “Ok, Buccellati, you got rid of my gun. I’m sure you can get out of some flimsy handcuffs.” Leone wanted to get another chance to watch this weird mafioso’s slight-of-hand trick.
Bruno sighed again; heavy, annoyed. Did he have to do everything around here?
He summoned Sticky Fingers to unzip the handcuffs, which clattered against the partition, closed together again without a hint of a zipper. He massaged his wrists in turn, cracking his joints as he straightened up with a groan of relief.
He plopped down on the other side of the backseat. "Would you be so kind as to drop me off where you found me, signore?"
Leone watched with sharp eyes every movement the mafioso made, but... there was nothing. His wrists seemed to just slip through the cuffs as if the metal were simply a projection on the air. It didn't make a damn lick of sense.
"Yeah, of course, you got it." Leone answered, after staring dumbfounded at Buccellati for a couple long moments.
He got out of the car and pulled on his clothes, fixing up his uniform to the best of his abilities. With another 5 hours of his shift to go, he has to clean up and look presentable. Then he leaned down to fix up his lipstick in the rear-view mirror.
Bruno slid into the passenger seat, fully dressed, fussing with his hair in the sun visor mirror. He grinned at his reflection.
"Was that worth arresting me over? I hope so." Bruno joshed.
Leone bopped into the driver’s seat. “Well, That remains to be seen. Where do I take you to get the money?”
Bruno heaved a sigh. He wanted to go home right now . He craved the feeling of being in bed more than anything, suddenly. "I guarantee you don't need it right this second. Can you at least wait until morning? The sun is starting to set." He said, nodding towards the sky, bleeding pink.
"And I'm supposed to trust you... why?" Leone frowned as he revved up his cruiser. He pulled out of the parking spot and started driving back down to the city.
"You're a cop. And I got in your car and had sex with you. How was I supposed to trust you ? I don't know, but I did." Bruno retaliated, fixing his hair again for no particular reason.
"Hm." Leone shrugged and took a corner so fast his cruiser skidded. " Fine. But you better make good on your offer, alright? Or I'll... arrest you again or something." Leone knew his threat had no teeth. Hell, Bruno could get out of cuffs without breaking a sweat. But whatever, it's all in the game.
Leone pulled up to the block he'd picked Bruno up from. "Oh, hey. If you don't have money on you right now, I'd also take bribes in--you don't have coke, do you? That's your people's kinda thing, right?"
Bruno swung an incredulous look at this fucking cop.
"I don't have fucking coke, that is such a fucked up assumption for you to make." Bruno sneered, opening his door and stepping out. "Later." He stumbled out and slammed the door in his wake.
End Flashback
Bruno scoffed a little, remembering the way Leone had assumed him to be a drug dealer just ‘cause he was involved in organized crime. All cops are the same. Unfortunately, his little laugh seemed to wake Mista up. “Welcome back, sleepyhead,” he greeted him affectionately and put his hands in Mista’s pretty curly hair.
Mista looked up, annoyed that he was woken out of his slumber. “Whatcha laughing at, boss?” He asked.
“Leone,” Buccellati answered. “Back when I met him, he was a cop and he thought I was a coke dealer. Which is such a fucked up thing to assume!”
Leone! Before Bruno even finished talking, Mista bolted upright off of Bruno. He stood up, said “Bye Brunello!” and left the room.
Bruno chuckled again. But he was glad Mista was getting along so well with his new teammate.