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Bruno loved nights like these.
Nights when Leone's hair hung down like a curtain around their faces, his eyes closed and eyebrows drawn tight. Nights when the gang was there- in other rooms, of course -and they had to sneak to each other's beds, had to cover their mouths or smother their noises with sloppy kisses. The blanket would miraculously cling to Leone's hips, barely covering them as he moved, up and down, swiveling his hips and grunting before he could catch himself.
Bruno enjoyed the nights they had all to themselves, as well. The drawn out torture Leone put him through, the slow, steady build up to a hard, satisfying climax. The afterglow he basked in, Leone cradling him and whispering sweet nothings against his temple or hair. Those were great, too, but nights like this one were great in their own way. The quick, rough jerks of hips, the sound of skin meeting skin, Leone's hungry noises that Bruno drank in through sticky kisses. It was almost too much.
Leone threw his head back as Bruno adjusted his grip and pushed his hips up. His hand left his Capo's chest to cover his own mouth, eyes closed and expression tight with pleasure. He rested his free hand just below Bruno's belly button, letting him take over most of the work. He could feel extra hands, Sticky Fingers most definitely, gripping his hips and helping move him. His eyes opened for a moment, on the ceiling before they closed again, a low noise escaping him as one of Bruno's hands closed over his erection. Sweet relief.
He tried moving, his hips jerking without a thought into his warm hand, but the Stand's grip tightened, holding him steady.
"Bruno-" he whimpered, then clamped a hand over his mouth, looking down at him with pleading eyes. It was probably the first thing either of them had said since they started. Quick, rushed nights like these tended to be dead silent.
Bruno's eyes glinted wickedly in the low light, half lidded and sleepy. It was late. Of course it was late, they had to wait until everyone was asleep to do it. His obvious sleepiness didn't hinder his hard work, though, and he grinned, lazily, but didn't answer. Leone felt the stand pull him down onto Bruno's cock, and hold him there, flush against his hips, its chest pressed against his back as it slipped an arm around him. He moaned softly, and felt its hand move up to his mouth to replace his, fingers slipping between his lips to press against his tongue. Tears pricked his eyes, and he glanced down at Bruno again, who hadn't moved his hand or hips, watching the show blearily, obviously delighted with Leone's expressions.
He closed his eyes again, grabbing the Stand's wrist as he turned his head a bit, pulling the fingers deeper and biting softly, tongue pressed against them. He could feel the soft shiver that went through Sticky Fingers, and it withdrew its hand. Leone smiled down at Bruno, shifting around. He was still inside him, unmoving.
"You okay?" Leone's voice was barely audible.
"I haven't had my hands on you in weeks," he whispered. "I don't want this to be over too fast." He gave him a light squeeze, and Leone attempted once again to move his hips, gasping. The Stand stopped him again.
"Oh? You're gonna drag this out?"
"As much as I can without killing us." He grinned, tired eyes glinting mischievously. "You fine with that?"
"... The boys are on either side of us."
"They're asleep."
"These walls are thin."
"I guess we can be quiet."
Leone gave him a withering look. He might have just gone soft in the wait, had it not been for the Stand's wandering hands and Bruno's dick still in him. "Bruno…."
"They won't figure out."
He stared for a moment, then relented, leaning closer. Bruno instantly responded by pushing himself up a bit to meet him halfway, burying a hand in his long, white hair and gripping hard. Leone huffed softly, pressing a slow, careful kiss to his lips, letting it linger and deepen for a moment. "Well, if you want this to last longer, we can always go for two rounds."
"Oh God no!" Bruno winced, quickly lowering his voice. "As enticing as that sounds, I don't want to fall asleep in the middle of a second round. That would be humiliating. And besides, you tease me enough, I might as well get a turn!"
"Aw, no hard and fast then? I sort of miss those."
"I never said that."
Bruno pushed himself up on the headboard, getting into a better position as the Stand let go, allowing Leone to pull himself off of Bruno's lap, making a soft, breathy noise as he slipped out. "Oh?"
There was no answer, only a wicked grin as he grabbed his face. He'd been meaning to kiss him, but they both went perfectly still when a door creaked out in the hallway. Leone assumed it was an accident that Sticky Fingers lunged forward to slap a hand over his mouth. He gave the man under him another withering look, but Bruno's eyes were on the door. They held their breath as someone padded past softly, followed by the shuffling trudge of a very obvious, loud stand, breathing raggedly along. Fugo shushed it softly, and the two of them went on down the hall. The two in bed held perfectly still until they heard a door down the hall creek. They shared a glance.
"... Isn't that Mista's room?" Bruno whispered.
"No, Giorno and Mista swapped. Fugo's with Giorno right now."
Bruno grinned, delighted. "Do you-?"
"No way. Fugo's sensible, he wouldn't settle for that. Besides, no way he's gay."
"He wears a thong, Abba."
"Are you saying straight guys can't wear thongs?"
He cupped Leone's face, his soft laugh uncharacteristically low as he pulled him into a sweet, slow kiss. They pulled apart with a wet noise, Leone panting softly. "I couldn't give less of a shit what straight guys wear. Now shut up so we can get back to work."
"If this was my work, I swear I'd put so much more effort in everyday."
"Maybe if you do, this can be a reward," Bruno whispered against his lips, his smile sly. Leone let out a slow, shaky breath, hand planted against the headboard behind his partner. "Maybe I'll let you fuck me for once. How's that sound?"
His head dropped, and he rested it against Bruno's shoulder for a moment, then moved to his neck, peppering long, wet kisses against his skin.
"Good," Bruno purred, delighted. He tilted his head a bit to give him more room. A soft, happy sigh escaped him as he relaxed. "That's so good… Maybe I can book us rooms by ourselves, and we could pull out the toys again, hm?" His hands slid down Leone's back, gliding across his sweat slicked skin. The man on top could feel Sticky Fingers grabbing his hips again, rubbing softly, and he whimpered, closing his eyes. "Of course we'd have to dig those stupid things out, but God I'd love for you to tie me up again."
Leone jerked in surprise when he felt the stand press its fingers against him, but not in, just rubbing teasingly. He shuddered, moaning softly against his neck. "Bruno…."
"What is it, love?" He whispered, lips brushing his ear. "Are you alright?" Sticky Fingers stilled, and Leone could have cried.
"Fine, I'm- I'm fine, Bruno, please-" he jolted again when the Stand's other hand grabbed his ass roughly, pushing him against Bruno's chest. Leone gripped the headboard tighter, his other hand braced against Bruno's shoulder. "Please."
"Please what?" He asked, innocently, still smoothing his hand over his back. God, having Leone pressed against him, trembling softly and murmuring nonsense… It was like a dream.
"Oh-" his voice caught as the Stand pressed it's fingers against him again. "A- a little more, inside please, Sticky-" and he suddenly reached back, grabbing blindly at its wrist.
Bruno glanced up at the stand. Yeah, he'd waited long enough. Leone bit down hard on his lip, a long, drawn out whine escaping him as it finally pushed two fingers into him, immediately picking up a steady pace, in and out. He'd had enough preparation earlier that he took them with ease, hips moving back into them, stuttering breath warm against Bruno's skin. It started off slow and thorough, pushing its fingers in knuckle deep before pulling them out, only to press back in again. It was torturously gentle, a thorough massage, but it was enough to keep Leone interested. It didn't take long for Bruno to chip in as well with his own hands, scooting down some on the pillows so he could better grasp the other man's erection, pumping slowly, his touch light and not at all satisfying enough.
Leone tried to set up some sort of pace, rocking his hips forward into Bruno's eager hand and back onto the Stand's fingers, but neither of them seemed at all willing to help set up that comfortable pattern. It wasn't enough. He was panting, the feeling of dull pleasure trying to build and continuously stuttering on it's way up wearing into him as he thrusted desperately into Bruno's hand, eyes screwed shut.
"Fuck, Bruno," he hissed, angrily. "Come on already!"
"You better keep your voice down, we don't want to get caught do we?"
He bit down on another loud groan when Bruno squeezed, grinning at him. Sticky Fingers grabbed his hip, grip like steel as it held him still. He dropped his head again, near tears as he felt himself just slowly getting to his edge, thighs trembling, sweat covering his skin as he tensed in anticipation. Soft noises escaped him with each quick pant, and he held tighter to Bruno. So close, so fucking close-
He wasn't surprised when the hand around his dick disappeared, but he whined anyways, hands curling into fists. Tears pricked his eyes as he thrusted into nothing, as Sticky had pulled out as well. As he felt that edge ebbing away, receding back again, he felt the tears really come down, growling softly to replace his loud, desperate cry.
"Safeword…?" Bruno asked, worriedly.
"If I needed the safeword, I'd say it," Leone hissed.
"You're crying."
"I was close you asshole!" He snapped, then lowered his voice, blushing as he caught his breath, pleasure ebbing away. "Fuck… You're not gonna leave me hanging like this are you?"
"Not tonight. I just wanted to make you cum with my dick in your ass. Or Sticky's, if you want."
Leone shuddered, swallowing hard. "Kiss," he demanded, slipping his hand behind Bruno's neck to yank him up into one. He happily obliged. It was sloppy and quick, both of them still breathing hard, hands wandering aimlessly. Leone pulled back and swiped the back of his hand across his mouth. "Thanks."
"Don't thank me for kissing you, idiot."
"Sorry."
"Don't-" he huffed, squinting. "Are you sucking up to me?"
"A little."
"Well, then. I'm gonna let Sticky fuck you."
Leone closed his eyes again, a delicious shiver wracking his body as Sticky Fingers grabbed his hips, rubbing its thumbs in tantalizing circles. "God, yes." Bruno shifted in his grasp to grab their lube, tossing it to Sticky. The stand caught it, letting go for a moment to get itself slicked up and ready.
"You think you can be quiet enough?" He asked, a playful lilt in his voice, and Leone nodded vigorously. He didn't see it, but Bruno did when a small, barely noticeable smile graced Sticky's lips. The closest it'd get to physically showing its excitement, but Bruno could still feel it coursing through them both. "Good," he purred, pulling the other man into another messy kiss, biting and sucking lightly on his lip.
Leone reciprocated in full, tilting his head, mouth dropping open as he let out a low, drawn out groan when Sticky pressed into him, sinking in effortlessly. Each movement was a smooth, slick glide, the Stand taking its sweet time building up a nice pace for itself. Leone clung to Bruno like a lifeline, moving to press his face into the other man's neck again as he let out soft, breathy moans. He focused on the sensation of it sliding in and out of him, pressing in deep, and the aching pull as it left him.
"There we go, good boy Sticky, keep going," Bruno purred, delighted. His hands wandered, rubbing Leone's back, running his fingers through his hair, and even reaching under him to grope at his chest, rubbing hard enough for it to just barely hurt.
The pace, even as Sticky played and alternated between force and speed, was torturously slow. The gradual build-up wasn't too bad, not since he knew how it would inevitably end. Leone wasn't sure he'd be able to stay quiet, his whole body trembling in exertion already. Fucking wore him out in a way not much else could.
"Bruno," he whispered, voice uneven. "Please, could- could you tell him to move faster? It's-"
"No," he responded simply, smiling. "No, I wanna see if I can make you come just like this."
Leone gritted his teeth. "Bucciarati."
"Don't 'Bucciarati' me, mister. Now stop talking, I don't want to hear another word."
He pressed a kiss to his neck, shifting a bit to hold him tighter and more securely. His everything felt like it was shaking, an ache settling in his stomach with the building tension, a mix of pain and trembling pleasure as Bruno reached between them to jack himself off slowly, in time with Sticky's thrusts. Leone wished it was his dick in Bruno's hand, and he whined softly against his hot skin, huffing. He couldn't help the muffled noises creeping up out of him as he reached down to grab himself, shuddering with relief. So fucking close so-
Sticky hunched over his back, fingers curling and digging into Leone's hips as it's hips faltered, a soft gasp escaping the stand as it moved faster, yanking him back to match the movements. Leone let out an embarrassingly loud noise as he tipped over the edge without warning, hips jerking as he came in his hand and on Bruno's belly. Damn. He'd been hoping to hold out till Bruno got there too.
Sticky didn't let up, grunting softly with each thrust. Bruno was gripping his shoulder, bottom lips caught between his teeth, eyebrows together as his hand moved over himself quickly, panting. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he hissed, desperately, clinging to Leone when he moved to kiss his neck again. "Hold- hold on, just- let me-"
Leone gasped when Sticky's hand found the back of his neck and pushed down, thrusts growing more rough for a moment, overly sensitive in his cooldown. He made a harsh, surprised noise, even pulling away at the suddenness of it. The Stand abruptly pulled out and rutted against his ass, painting his back in white streaks. Below him, Bruno whimpered, going perfectly rigid for a moment when he came, teeth clenched in an effort to stay silent. Leone reached down to work him through it, replacing Bruno's hand with his own.
The two finally caught their breath, and Bruno pulled Leone's forehead down to his own. Sticky simply disappeared as they lay together, Leone struggling to not collapse right there to give his Capo this small romantic moment as they basked in the afterglow. He knew how much he liked those moments.
"... So," Leone murmured finally, eyes closed. "... I'm literally covered in cum."
"Sorry," Bruno mumbled, sleepily. "Sort of let Sticky go for a second there."
"That was him?"
"Yeah. Sorry. Are you alright, love?"
He kissed his forehead. "I'm fine, if I wasn't I'd say so. Besides, I'm glad I got a little of that hard and fast I wanted. Even if it was poorly timed."
"Well… I mean, you can say if you didn't like it and I'll make sure-"
"Of course I liked it." Leone peppered his face with soft kisses, and Bruno let him, a soft, warm smile replacing the gentle worry on his face. After another moment, he finally collapsed beside him, rolling onto his back and staring at the ceiling. "... Fuck, I'm gonna feel this one in the morning."
"You just put Sticky's cum on my sheets," Bruno pointed out. Leone grimaced.
"Ugh. Come on, I gotta take a piss and clean myself up. Let's go." He sat up and moved to the edge of the bed, turning to hold his hands out.
Bruno hummed softly, eyes half lidded as he groggily sat up and before falling against Leone, who slipped his arms under him and stood. The burn of soreness kicked up a notch, but he ignored it. "I'll make the boys leave you alone tomorrow morning, alright?" He whispered, kissing his messy hair.
Bruno tilted his head back, grinning. "You don't think they'll suspect something?"
"... I'll just tell them you told me. If they do, who gives a shit." He carried him to the bathroom, nudging the door closed before turning the light on.
In the shower, Bruno leaned against him, his expression relaxed and happy as Leone held him and washed him off, whispering sweet nothings and giving him fleeting smooches. It was a quick shower, and afterwards Leone wrapped him in a towel and carried him right back to the bed. In the darkened room, he towelled his lovers hair, and pulled his own nightclothes back on before helping Bruno into bed. He held out his hand. "Caro," he purred, lovingly. "Stay, please."
No one could refuse that, not with how sweet his voice had sounded as he pleaded. Leone laid beside him, and Bruno snuggled close, humming happily. There were no more words. He held his Capo, holding his own sleepiness at bay until Bruno was long asleep, snoring softly against his side.
Leone slowly extracted himself from the tangle of limbs and stood. The room was quiet, a single fan sitting in the corner for background noise. He turned and leaned over the bed, gently pressing a kiss to Bruno's temple before adjusting the blankets again. "Goodnight," he whispered, brushing his hair back. There was no answer, of course. He didn't mind.
Leone smiled, then turned and crept to the door, easing it open and sneaking back out into the hallway, and down to his own room. He got in bed, wincing at the creak of the springs. He'd kill anyone who tried to wake Bruno up early the next day.
It had been a satisfying night, and he was going to make sure Bruno knew just how grateful Leone was for it the next day. First, he needed to squeeze just a few hours of sleep in… Then he'd repay him.