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“What the hell are you doing?” Abbacchio barked and peered down at the blonde who had backed him into an alleyway. “The others have already gone ahead and we can’t waste our time-“
Soft lips were suddenly on his and he could smell the faint floral fragrance that always seemed to linger on the boy’s body. Abbacchio could feel his lipstick smear between them but he didn’t make an effort to shove his Giorno aside. When they finally parted to catch their breaths, Abbacchio observed the stained lips that were just on his.
“Giorno.” Abbacchio scoffed under his breath and reached up to wipe at the lipstick smudge at the corner of his mouth.
“Leone.” Giorno only smirked and stepped up to him again. His hands found their way to Abbacchio’s waist and trailed up to twirl the laces of the man’s top around his finger.
“Don’t call me that.” Abbacchio griped but did nothing to put distance between himself and the boy. For a moment, he let himself backtrack in agitated wonder over how he ended up in this situation. He still didn’t like Giorno. At the very most, Abbacchio tolerated him.
And used him for his tight ass and hot mouth.
But Abbacchio was always adamantly telling himself that Giorno was and will never be his first choice in physical intimacy. That spot would never be claimed so long as his feelings for a certain capo remained unrequited. Ever since Giorno joined their little squad, Abbacchio was not shy in voicing his distrust and overall dislike of him. Yet despite that, they started having their little trysts unbeknown to the others. How things got this far will forever be lost on Abbacchio.
The start of it all was on a night where he had gotten drunk and then woke up in his bed with Giorno at his side. Both of them had been naked but Abbacchio was the only one with a hangover. He had asked and threatened Giorno to tell him what happened many times but the boy was always coy and evasive in giving up the truth. Eventually, Abbacchio gave up but never stopped Giorno from making his advances. He couldn’t decide if it was a pride thing or if he just wanted to allow himself to be close to someone for once all while maintaining a distance where it counted.
Abbacchio was pulled away from his thoughts when he felt the nudging of Giorno’s knee against his crotch. He held in a sigh of exasperated pleasure and reached to grip at Giorno’s shoulder.
“Just your hand,” Abbacchio bit out and glared at the blonde. “Anything more than that and I wont hold back from fucking you right here.”
The alleyway they were in was tucked away in one of the corners of the city. It was near the restaurant the gang would frequent but out of the way enough where it rarely saw visitors. Despite it being littered with garbage and housing a few dumpsters, the two didn’t seem bothered and carried on with their illicit fun.
“Fine by me.” Giorno reached for the waistband of Abbacchio’s pants and wasted no time in reaching under the fabric to feel his skin. “I can’t believe you’re this hard already. You get excited from doing these things outside and in public?”
“Shut up.”
Abbacchio rolled his hips into Giorno’s hand and grunted when he felt fingers start to stroke and wrap themselves around his half hard cock. He caught the smirk that found its way to Giorno’s face and the overwhelming urge to smack it off manifested into a grimace of his own. Before Abbacchio could bite out a remark, the blonde tugged down his pants for easier access. The exposure to the dank air in the alleyway made the man shiver and he felt the arousal gather at his core. Heat began to smother him and in the back of his mind, Abbacchio praised the foundation he was wearing for concealing the blush that he felt spread over his face.
“I guess this kind of thing really excites you. Hm, Leone?” Giorno looked up at him as he stroked Abbacchio’s full erection in slow deliberate motions. “It’s making me a little nervous— thinking about what would happen if someone saw.”
Abbacchio grabbed for Giorno and pulled him in closer to glare down at him from an even more intimidating angle. “I told you not to call me that.” It wasn’t that Abbacchio didn’t like hearing his first name but rather that hearing it from Giorno felt wrong. The throb in his chest every time the boy said his name triggered an anxiety that made him want to run away but also stay close.
“My apologies.” Giorno’s smirk persisted and his hand stalled only to grip the head of Abbacchio’s cock. He slowly, almost tentatively began to rub at the spongy tip with his thumb, keeping his eyes on Abbacchio in observation.
The older man hissed under his breath at the meticulous efforts put into making him squirm. His hands had tightened into fists and remained at his sides as he leaned back against one of the buildings making up the alley.. Giorno kept watching him until Abbacchio tilted his head back to point his eyes up and away from the young blonde.
Neither exchanged a word until Giorno spoke, taking a step closer to Abbacchio. “It’s nice to see you like this. You’re usually so tense and angry.”
Abbacchio glanced back down, irritation snuffing out attempts to forget it was Giorno who was touching him. Conflict began to weigh on his consciousness. The kid knew exactly how to handle him in ways that makes him give in and drop his guard. He hated it.
“Mm- Just shut up and get it over with.” Abbacchio bit out and leaned his hips forward as if to ask for more friction. “I don’t want to be out here for too long.” He leaned his head back again and closed his eyes. If only Giorno would stop talking then he could imagine it was his capo fondling his dick instead.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to do more?” Giorno licked his lips.
Abbacchio scoffed, holding himself back from pushing Giorno away to just finish himself off.
“I’m sure.”
Giorno accepted Abbacchio’s final decision and continued to stroke him, his grip tightening slightly as he went back to running his hand up and down the man’s shaft. The blond smirked when Abbacchio’s breathing began to pick up again, this time with slight moans slipping from his lips. Giorno stepped up closer to him, pressing his chest against the man’s body and feeling just how hot Abbacchio had become in such a short amount of time. Abbacchio felt the boy on him but didn’t care to tell him to back off. There was something about the warmth that sent him inching closer to the edge of release.
In a move that surprised even himself, Abbacchio placed a hand at Giorno’s lower back and he leaned his head forward. He nearly rested his forehead on the blond’s shoulder and was surprised with how pleasant it felt having Giorno in his arms. Usually, their handling of each other was carnal and far from anything gentle or affectionate.
“Are you close, Abbacchio?” Giorno near whispered in his ear.
He didn’t bother to answer and just pulled Giorno in closer. The pressure that had been building up inside him reached its limit and with a choked grunt, Abbacchio rode out his orgasm. He tensed and the hand over his cock stilled to catch as much of his cum as it could. Giorno let out a soft sound of approval and let go of Abbacchio. The sticky fluid dripped off his fingers, landing on the ground.
“You zip yourself back up and catch up with the others.” Giorno stepped away and turned toward the end of the alleyway. He lifted his soiled hand to his mouth while maintaining eye contact with Abbacchio. His tongue darted out and licked at the spunk on his skin. “I’ll wash up and join you soon.”
Abbacchio took a moment to catch his breath, watching Giorno walk away until he turned the corner and disappeared from sight. He inhaled deeply and tucked himself back into his pants. The feeling of Giorno’s body against his stayed with him and forced him to recall how he pulled the boy even closer. Without sparing another thought, Abbacchio made his way out of the alleyway and decided to ignore the throbbing in his chest.