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Giorno tried to come up with a list of subjects to discuss with Mista. There were a few stories he had told him in the past that he wanted to hear again. But, he knew that he could only pretend to not remember one. I really want to hear about that time he was caught in crossfire, but managed to reload his gun. Or maybe more details about that scar he showed me earlier? He debated the possibilities for awhile before finally dozing off into a restless sleep.
The blond had tossed and turned for the rest of the night. However, he was able to stay in bed under the facade of sleep until twelve. His stomach churned a little as he eyed his clothes set up on the desk across from him. Normally when planning any type of theft he had no nerves, but knowing Mista was relying on him this time gave him anxiety. After several more minutes he decided if he was going to be able to do his hair in his normal style he would have to get up. He stood up, making his way to his desk where his various hair pins laid ready for him. His expertise in this ritual didn't even require a mirror and only took about ten minutes. He then looked at his phone and read the address Mista had sent him. The street he knew for a fact was far on the other side of town. It would take him awhile to arrive. He also knew it might take him awhile to find the exact address. He dressed himself and ran through his normal routine quickly. He took a deep breath and was ready to leave.
It took him another hour to reach his destination on foot. Finding it was easier than he had thought and left him at the front door by 1:45. It was a plain looking five story apartment building. The outside was white with black trim and the landscaping was minimal with just a lawn. He walked up a few flights of stairs before finding the correct one. Giorno couldn't help noticing it was on the third floor and was the fifth apartment on it. He stood in front for a few minutes, looking at the large window and accompanying black door. He swallowed dryly.
Giorno could hear music coming from inside. It was a slow beat with a monotonous singer rapping. He knocked loudly to make sure he could be heard. The door flew open and he was greeted with a topless Mista. Giorno kept his face straight but eyed him quickly. His chest was hairy and he wanted to follow his happy trail all the way down but was interrupted by his white and black striped jeans. “Come in.” he turned quickly and he followed him inside. “Go ahead and have a seat.” he pointed to a large sofa. “My boss ain't call me with the details yet. So, I guess we're gonna have to wait.” Mista disappeared behind a door down a short hallway.
A quiver rocked his stomach as he made his way to the couch. He looked around the room. It was pretty plain with only the couch he was sitting on, a coffee table and a tv. The tv was set up to a radio website for an artist he hadn't heard of.
“Ay!” he heard Mista yell making him freeze. “What the fuck man? You said this was for sure!” he walked into the room where he had left Giorno, now fully clothed with his beanie firmly placed on his head and a black t-shirt. “I got my guy here and ready! Damn it, Buccellati!” his eyes were narrowed and his mouth looked ready bite someone's throat out. Giorno's eyes went wide as he watched Mista listen to what was being said on the other line. “Aw, Jesus Christ.” he sounded less mad now. “Fine, I understand.”
Mista put the phone into his pocket and looked to Giorno. The blond gave him a confused look.
“Sorry, that shit got canceled.”
“I see.” he answered simply.
Mista rubbed his temples in frustration. “I feel bad making you come all the way here. If you want you can stay awhile. Can't guarantee how fun I'm gonna be though. Ain't got much here.”
“If you don't mind I want to stay.” he said with his normal even tone despite his anxiety. Mista raised an eyebrow at him. Giorno kept his gaze feeling like he didn't want to lose. He noticed in their silence a new song came on the station. This time a female singer with a strange voice. She was hard to understand and her voice sounded foreign, almost alien. He tried to listen close to what she was saying before finally realizing she was speaking a different language.
“That's fine.” he moved around the couch and sat next to him. “Fuck, I was looking forward to this. Y'see, this guy whose car we were gonna take, we got some beef.”
“Did he give you that?” Giorno pointed to the scar he had asked about the day before. He mentally patted himself on the back for being able to work it back into their conversation.
“Actually, yeah.” his fingers traced the scar. “I got this that day I went to jail. This guy, Luca, comes up on me while I'm at my usual spot, y'know? He comes and starts given me shit cuz I don't like to push shit on kids.”
“He's in your gang?” Giorno furrowed his brows in confusion.
Mista scrunched his lips up, thinking for a moment. “I'd have t'say yes and no. It's more complicated than that. Anyway, he comes at me with all this fucking attitude like he's my boss. So, I lost my shit and smacked him with my gun a coupla times. He ended up getting it from me, that bastard, and he shot me. Luckily my friend was there to staple me up. I end up going to jail because he claims this self defense shit on me.” he rolled his eyes. “Luckily we got this amazing lawyer. She got me just a few months insteada few years. So, I told my gang that I wanted them to save him for when I got back out.”
“You were just going to steal his car?”
“It's more complicated than that.” he winked as he placed his arm around the frame of the couch. Giorno could feel the ghost of the limb against his back.
“Hate guys like that. They're gonna talk all this shit on not selling to innocent fucking kids but play the victim as soon as they can.” Mista rolled his eyes.
Giorno furrowed his eyebrows at him. “How come you sold it to me?” he asked the question without thinking. Damn, I don't want to make him mad.
“I knew you weren't the one using it.” he sighed. “This is gonna sound weird, but I knew about ya before I ever actually met you. At the time everyone selling knew about this kid going all around town to get drugs except he doesn't ever look fucked up. Figured that means it's for someone else. It doesn't go against my code if that's the case.” He cleared his throat “Especially after I met you I knew that was the case.”
“I didn't realize I was such a hot topic.”
Mista laughed. Giorno felt a spark run down his spine when Mista's hand actually touched his back. He felt like melting into the contact. He didn't want the moment to end. After several seconds Giorno realized that the hand had yet to move. He mentally counted the time that was passing with his hand against his back. One minute, two minutes three minutes. Mista began talking about something, but he couldn't pull his mind together to actually listen. Is this on purpose? Does he realize he's touching me? “Giogio?” the nickname finally pulled him back to the conversation.
“Yeah?”
Mista's eyes were watching him intently. Giorno's heart beat loudly in his ears and he wondered if Mista could hear it too. Wait. Finally, he realized how close they were to each other. He wondered when that had happened. He had been so absorbed in Mista's hand he hadn't noticed him move closer. “You don't mind?”
What did he ask me? Damn, I wasn't paying attention. “N-no.” he said it carefully. He watched Mista's face, hoping it was the right answer. His expression didn't change, but Mista's tanned hands cupped his face, they were warm against his cheeks. He leaned in and placed his lips gently on Giorno's.
Giorno was too surprised to do anything but receive the kiss. Mista's right hand moved to his chin as he attempted to deepen the kiss. However, he pulled away when he was met with no response. His eyes were questioning at the younger boy's shocked expression. “Oh, shit! Did I completely misread you? I thought you were into me.” he sounded embarrassed.
His mouth gaped in shock. He knows? “Uhh,” Giorno stammered trying to comprehend what was happening. “I, um, I don't know what to say.”
“I had a feelin' maybe you weren't paying attention, but you said you didn't mind so...” he trailed off. “Sorry! Just forget it happened.” he chuckled.
“N-no!” he protested which earned a stunned look from Mista in turn. “I mean that I'm just surprised. I didn't think you were into guys.” Giorno couldn't look at Mista instead he looked to his lap. He felt like he was going to drop dead.
Mista grinned “I'm not into making a big deal about gender. If you like someone you like 'em and that's it.” His arm wrapped around Giorno's waist and pulled them even closer together. His face turned sensual and knowing. His other hand returned to his chin and traced his lips with his thumb “Knew you were into me.”
“How?” he demanded. Giorno felt like he had taken painstaking measures to hide his crush. There was no way he could have known.
Chuckling, he answered “You asked me if I thought about you in jail. Y'know what my friends asked me when I got out? They asked if the food was good. Besides that,” he smirked “you always take time to talk to me and ask me about myself. Ya don't just make friendly conversation with drug dealers.”
Damn. He's right.
“You're pretty cute, Giogio, I've always thought so.” he leaned in again to close the gap between them. This time Giorno was completely ready to receive the kiss. He opened his mouth for Mista to deepen it and he was more than ready to comply. He brought his hands up to the collar of the older's shirt, gripping it tightly with his fingers.
They pulled apart, both breathing heavily. Mista laid his forehead against Giorno's. Giorno's fingers moved up from the shirt to the back of his beanie and pulled it off. Some bullets fell along with it to the floor. His fingers ran through the wild, brown hair. Mista shifted to his knees and pushed the blond down to the couch.
“Take your shirt off.” he demanded coolly. He obliged and unbuttoned the first few buttons before pulling it off. Mista laid next to him on his side and leaned over him returning to a heated kiss. In turn Giorno returned his hand to his shirt. It wasn't long before his fingers trailed back up to the messy dark hair. Mista reached his hand over Giorno's body to his side and traced it down to his waist band. He let the hand linger there, dipping his thumb under the clothing although only slightly.
The blond couldn't suppress the whimper and he felt himself becoming excited. He felt Mista smirk against his lips as his hand began to move again. It moved over the fabric at a tormentingly slow pace before finally meeting his crotch. He palmed it eliciting a moan from the boy under him.
Mista pulled away to look down the boy's body. He unbuttoned his pants and slid his hand inside undoing the zipper in the process. He gripped his half hard member but didn't move. Suddenly, he chuckled lightly earning a questioning look from Giorno. “You really are a natural blond.”
Giorno glared at him. “Don't say-ah!” he began to lightly jerk him with quick shallow movements. His hands tightly latched onto the other's shoulders. He lost control of his breathing and let it escape him in short, unsteady puffs.
Mista traced his lips against the blond's neck. He began to nip at it making him mewl in pleasure. Giorno was practically a puddle under the older man. Mista pulled away again this time taking off his own shirt to re-reveal his chest. Giorno wanted to sigh longingly at the sight. It was perfect to him.The brunette's hands went to the other's hips and cupped them. “Can I take your pants off?”
He looked at the man above him, taking in the shirt-less sight of Mista once again. “Yes.”
“Take your shoes off for me.” he complied and kicked them on to the floor. Hands gripped the waist of his slacks again. Giorno swallowed hard. They were vigorously pulled off in a flash. He pressed his arm over his eyes so he wouldn't have look at Mista and so he wouldn't have to awkwardly look away. warm fingers clasped around his wrist and gently pulled them from his face. They gazed at each other for a moment before Mista pressed their lips together for a chaste kiss. Mista lifted his fingers to his own mouth and sucked on them. “Bear with me. I haven't done this in awhile.”
“Mista, I'm a virgin.” Giorno admitted it with little disdain.
“Woah,” he completely ceased his actions. “Um, we don't have to do this. We can keep making out or something.” Mista seemed flustered by his admission.
“I'd rather continue.”
Mista raised an eyebrow “Y'sure?”
Shrugging he said “I think virginity is a myth personally, but I just” he paused looking away. “I didn't want you to be surprised if I wasn't good.”
“You're so fucking cute, Giogio.” he beamed. “But, honestly, I've never been anyone's first before.”
“Really?”
He shook his head. “Nah, even my first time was with an older chick. You should be the one worrying about disappointment.You really sure you wanna do this?”
Nodding, he said “I don't have a problem with it.”
“Okay, wait here a second.” Mista climbed off him and walked back through the small hallway into the room he had previously been in. He came out again holding a small bottle and a condom. “If I'd known something like this was gonna happen I woulda got a fancier lube.” he looked over the bottle. “Should be okay. Oh, hey you wanna do this in my bed instead?”
“No, this is fine.”
“You're really easy going.”
“I have to be.”
He stopped near the arm of the sofa. “That so?” Mista eyed him mischievously. He set down the condom on the table but kept the bottle in hand before stripping out of the last of his clothes. Giorno's eyes went wide and his face flushed as he was finally able to follow his happy trail all the way down. Even only half erect he seemed well endowed.He grabbed onto Giorno's ankles and lifted them so he could sit under them. “Wanna blow me?” His eyes widened at the request. “Have you done that before?”
He nodded.
“C'mere.” Giorno got on all fours and climbed over to him, laying his head in his lap. He wrapped his hand around his half hard erection. “Why are you so fucking cute?”
“Don't call me cute.” he flicked his tongue onto the tip of his cock.
“Sorry.” he accepted the request unquestioningly. “Just been thinking it so long it feels good to say.”
Giorno started slowly. He had only done this a few times before so it was a little nerve racking.He tried to remember what his previous partner had liked and what he had liked when receiving. He decided to pay several minutes of attention to his head. He licked the slit several times before taking the section into his mouth and sucking gently. His tongue rubbed the underside of it swiftly. Mista ran his hands through his hair as he took him farther in his mouth. That earned a groan from him and hefelt him growing in his mouth.
He had half of him his mouth and the other half was still in his hand. He jerked and bobbed his head in unison. “You're pretty good at this.” he said it with more composure than Giorno liked. He decided to make a bold move. He moved his hand away and took the remaining length into the back of his throat. He looked into Mista's eyes as he held him there for awhile. “F-fuck, G-giorno.” he stammered. Giorno repeated the action several times and felt the grip on his hair tighten.
He closed his eyes and decided to withdraw from him while he caught his breath. Instead he jerked him off lazily with his hand.
“I'm fucking up your hair, sorry.” he loosened his grip.
“It's fine. Here.” Giorno reached behind his head and undid his braid.
“Didn't expect you to deep throat me.”
Giorno shrugged. “I've never had a gag reflex.” Mista groaned quietly at the admission while he ran his fingers through his hair, letting the wavy blond locks fall over his shoulder.
His head sunk back to his lap. Giorno returned his attention to his dick and placed the tip back in his mouth as he jerked the rest of the length. Giorno felt Mista's slicked fingers against his entrance making him stop his actions and look up to him. “Tell me if you don't like it. I'll go slow.” his finger prodded slowly before entering shallowly, making him gasp. His finger moved in and out slowly at first before building a quicker speed. “Does this hurt?”
“No.”
“Can I add another?”
“Yes.” he answered between licks.
Mista did the same with the additional finger. First starting shallow and slow before going deeper and quicker all the while Giorno kept jerking him into his mouth. “Have you been fingered before?”
“Yeah, I've done it to myself.” he answered the lust dripping from his voice. “I like it.”
“Fuck, okay,” Mista grabbed his dick away from Giorno with his opposite hand. “Sorry, but if you keep going like this I'm gonna cum thinking about you fingering yourself.” He moved his face a few inches away from Mista. “Here move closer this way.” he removed his fingers from him to pull the blond's shoulders onto his lap, his head now resting on the armrest. Mista replaced his fingers in Giorno making him moan haughtily.
Giorno shut his eyes tightly, attempting to control his noises. He finally added a third finger making him shut his eyes tighter. It wasn't an extreme pain mostly just uncomfortable. Usually, he only did two himself. He felt a warm swipe against his own erection which made him cry out “Mista!” as his eyes flung open. He saw the brunette stretched across his body and licking at his erection.
He thrusts his fingers and took a small portion of the boy in his mouth to suck at. This made him moan loudly without shame. Encouraged, the older man thrust his fingers harder and bobbed his head quickly. Mista pulled away as he brought his free hand to grasp it and jerk him off instead. Giorno watched helplessly only letting a few low moans loose. “Do you think you're ready for me yet?” he looked to Mista, barely managing a nod in response.
His fingers and hand were removed, leaving Giorno with an empty feeling. Mista moved his arms underneath him to pick him up. He carefully placed him on the empty half of the couch. Climbing in between his legs he leaned in to kiss Giorno softly.
Mista pulled away, he seemed hesitant. “Y'sure you want to loose your virginity to me?” he asked.
Giorno nodded. “I want to. I've wanted you since that time you said you would protect me.”
He chuckled “Since I first met ya you always seemed like you needed to be protected. Not because you seem weak, but because you seem” he paused looking for the right word. “like you have so much potential.”
Giorno felt his stomach swirl at his response.
“You've liked me that long?” he questioned, suddenly.
“That's not important.” Giorno averted his eyes. “You're stalling. Just fuck me already.”
“Holy shit.” Mista bit his lips. “You told me not to say it again, but holy shit you just are.” He reached over to the table and grabbed the condom. He tore it open with his teeth, reaching down to his own erection he rolled it on. Giorno felt the head at his entrance and leaned his head back to look up at the ceiling. “Relax. I'll go as slow as I can.” He took a deep breath to help his nerves. Mista moved slowly as promised, the head of his cock painstakingly passing the ring of muscle. He moaned as he entered making Giorno bite his lip. It was a little painful, but Mista was lubed well and the stretching from before had helped relieve sometension. “Fuck you're tight.” Giorno looked down and saw he was close to the base. “Fuck, I feel like I might not fit.” the brunette groaned.
Giorno whimpered at the comment. “Keep going.” his legs wrapped around Mista's waist loosely. “It feels okay.” he tightly shut his eyes.
Mista's forehead met Giorno's again. Heopened his eyes to see him staring intently into them. They kissed again as Mista came down to his elbows. He still wasn't full sheathed inside him, but Mista began to slowly move in and out. “That okay?” he asked in a strained voice.
Giorno kept one eye closed while the other eye focused on Mista. “Y-yeah.” he was beginning to breath heavily. “You can go deeper. I-it it doesn't really hurt.”
He leaned in to press their lips together again. Giorno parted his lips beckoning Mista to deepen it and he immediately obeyed. Their tongues met sloppily as he continued thrusting, their teeth collided harshly. Mista complied with his previous request and entered him to the hilt. His pelvis rested against Giorno. They both groaned into each others mouths. “Fuck, Giogio.” His hands came to cradle his face. “You still good?”
The blonds face was scrunched in pain. “Yeah, don't worry about me.”
“Oh, Giogio,” Mista sighed deeply. “There's no way I'm not making you cum.” He kissed him softly as his fingers wrapped around Giorno's half hard erection. He began jerking him quickly making the boy moan his name.
“Mista, move.” he begged. “I want you to fuck me.” Giorno's arms wrapped around his neck.
“Fuck,” he groaned and complied. He moved slowly and deeply.
After a few deliberate thrusts Giorno began crying in pleasure. “Like that.” he tried to say it calmly but failed. “I l-like that.” his eyes were glazed over with lust.
“Yeah?” he sounded slightly mocking, but his smile was reassuring. “Jerk yourself off I want to watch you.”
Giorno couldn't hold back a lusty grin on his face. “Okay.” he agreed. He took his own hardened cock from Mista. He stroked himself with no rhythm and let loose a small “Ah!” with every powerful hit Mista laid into him. He felt drool collecting at the corners of his mouth but couldn't find the will to do anything about it.
“Damn, Giorno.” he groaned, lifting one of his slim legs onto his shoulder. “Fuck, I can't get enough of you.” his hand moved to meet blond hair. His grip was tight as he thrust deeper into Giorno.
He mewled as sparks of pleasure coursed through his body. Mista leaned over him, letting the leg slide off him. He pulled Giorno's hand away from his erection with some resistance. He looked up, questioning. “Wh-what?” he managed to stutter.
“I'm gettin' all jealous. I said I wanted to make you cum.” he kissed him again, sloppily. He continued to buck as he let his lips linger on the boy under him. His tongue explored his mouth and he savored the helpless noises he made.
Giorno's head lolled back as Mista once again wrappedhis fingers around his cock. He held it firmly as he slowly began to stop thrusting. He could feel the distress appearing on his face. His hands gripped the sofa as his mouth fell open. Mista stayed still for what seemed like a painful eternity.
With a smirk, Mista jerked him furiously with the occasional thrust of his hips. Giorno wanted more, but couldn't find the words to properly articulate it. Instead he just laid back accepting however Mista wanted to fuck him with low moans. He could feel a pressure building in his abdomen. Shit, I'm gonna come already. He groaned internally, but couldn't find a way to diminish the pleasure. “I'm going to come.” he admitted.It was practically a whisper, but it was loud enough for Mista. He began topound into him with rapid speed making Giorno's eyes roll back as he felt himself spill on his stomach and Mista's hand. His fingersdug into the sofa cushions as he felt his body rock with pleasure. “Mista.” he groaned under his breath during the final moments of his orgasm.
“Shit, you're so tight.” Mista latched on to both of Giorno's knees. He receded back to his previous slow pace. The blond, having calmed down, looked up at him with hazy vision. He wanted this image of Mista over him to be permanently etched into his mind. Sweat had gathered around his forehead making his brown hair stick to his face. His eyes were closed in concentration and he noticed his fingers twitched against his knees with each extra long thrust. He felt that same feeling as before, his stomach quivered, making him unintentionally clench around him. “Fuck,” he drew in a long breath. He paused for several long seconds before thrusting again, only slightly faster than before.
Mista continued this rhythm for awhile. Several slow thrusts were than met with a pause.It was an odd pace to Giorno. “Why are you doing that way?” he finally asked. His senses were back aside from his heart beating quickly.
“Shit, is it bugging you?” he half moaned it. “I'm enjoying this too much I don't want it to you end. Tryin' to go slow.”
“Oh!” Giorno was stunned at the answer. He couldn't quite figure out why, but it embarrassed him. Unintentionally, he let out a low whimper.
Mista groaned and began to thrust quicker than he had before. “Fuck, I'm cumming.” His breath was labored and he moaned haughtily riding out his own orgasm. He rested his hips hard against Giorno's ass. “Shit.” His whole body was still for awhile before he finally pulled out slowly. “How was that?” he asked out of breath.
“It was fine.” Mista raised an eyebrow at him. He realized maybe now wasn't the time to act unconcerned. Especially after how considerate he'd been of him. “I liked it a lot. I'm glad it happened.” he looked away from him.
He hummed in approval “High praise from you, I can tell.” he teased. “Alright, just give me a second and I'll get you something to clean yourself up with.” Mista walked away, picking up his underwear as he did.
Giorno reflected on the events that just took place. He never gave much thought about how or who we wanted to lose his virginity to. But, he felt satisfied. It had happened naturally enough and to someone he was really attracted to and actually liked as a person. Giorno felt he couldn't, or rather, he didn't want to complain at all. His thoughts drifted back to Mista on top of him. The faces and noises he had made as well as the overwhelming pleasure replayed making his stomach quiver and his cock twitch.
He shifted slightly, feeling stuck to the space. “Here.” Mista leaned over the couch to hand him a wad of napkins. “Um,” he began sounding unsure. “I'm not tryin' to kick you out or nothin'. Feel free to stay awhile. I'm sure you're in some pain.” he walked around to the front of the couch as Giorno wiped the mess off his stomach. “Do you want some ice or something?” he asked, unsure.
“No, actually,” Giorno bit his bottom lip. “I want, uh,”
“Something to drink?” he guessed. “I'll get you some water.”
Giorno grabbed his wrist before he could turn away. “No, I wanted to do it again.” he felt his face become hot, but he kept Mista's gaze.
Mista's face became a little red, but he grinned. “I'm that good, huh?” Giorno rolled his eyes at him making him laugh. “Yeah, do you want to do another position?”
He nodded and thought about what he was going to tell Trish.