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Abbacchio's day couldn't have been worse. Starting with the hangover that hit his head as soon as he opened his eyes, and ending with the fact that he was now sitting in Giovanna’s closet, bent double.
Never.
He was never humiliated so much.
Why did the little bastard have to return to the room right now? Leone clearly heard that Bruno had called the kid over for a serious conversation, and knowing Bucciarati, it should have taken at least a quarter of an hour. So why the hell didn't they chat for even five minutes?!
Abbacchio grimaced. That brat always ruined everything. All Leone wanted to do was make sure that Giovanna wasn't keeping anything suspicious.
Yes, Abbacchio decided to "check" the newcomer's room.
Yes, he didn't trust this newbie at all, he had every right to do that! The kid had integrated into their environment too quickly, and it didn't seem to bother the others at all. It seemed to them that it was enough that Bruno, for a reason completely unthinkable for Leone, was fascinated by the newcomer, blindly trusting everything he said and did. It was, at the very least, strange – and at worst, downright frightening. It seemed that the boy had a nasty predisposition to brainwashing everyone around him, and for some reason it did not extend only to Leone. Fugo held out the longest, cautiously wary of the newcomer, but even he lost all his sanity once Giorno saved him.
Abbacchio frowned. He sincerely hoped that the brat had come into the room just to grab something and get out of here. Leone's back was already starting to get numb and he didn't want to stay here for a second longe–
Click.
Leone's eyes widened. In a panic, he peered through a small gap between the cabinet doors. The bastard locked the door from the inside.
Fuck.
This situation was getting shittier by the minute. Abbacchio gritted his teeth.
Probably the "smart" solution would be to reveal himself right now and get out of here as soon as possible. But what was a "smart decision" worth when humiliation in front of a fifteen-years-old brat loomed on the other side of the scale? Abbacchio's body would probably hurt terribly from being in this position for a long time, but he was able to endure the pain.
It has never been a significant problem.
Giovanna became suspiciously quiet, and Leone, having nothing better to do, looked again at the gap looming in front of him.
The boy had managed to get onto his bed and was now reading a book with his legs crossed. Leone couldn't, and even didn't try to, make out its name, but judging by the cover, it was something about botany.
Abbacchio sighed resignedly. This smartass was so disgustingly annoying and boring at the same time that it just didn't fit in his head.
Leone somehow managed to redirect his weight noiselessly and, exhaling resignedly, leaned his head on his fist-clenched hand. He obviously had no other entertainment in sight but watching Giovanna, he had some opportunity to catch the asshole in something suspicious. Abbacchio tried hard not to think that this was nothing more than an ordinary self-consolation.
***
As Abbacchio had already noticed earlier, Giovanna was surprisingly boring. The kid had been reading this dull stuff for an hour and he hadn't even bothered to turn on any music. Although Leone sincerely doubted that their musical tastes would have converged even one iota, so perhaps the boy's boredom was beneficial at least in this.
After a while, when Abbacchio had completely lost faith in the brat’s ability to engage in any activity that didn’t immediately make him want to yawn, Giovanna suddenly frowned, apparently failing to understand something in his pretentious book. Leone cheered up and took a closer look, hoping that the kid would finally show at least something besides lying motionless on the bed.
Abbacchio expected the jerk to reach for the stack of books lying next to the bed, or at least start rummaging through those thick notebooks lying on his desk. But once again, Giovanna defied his expectations.
A burst of golden glow flared from the kid and a silhouette materialized next to him, striking his eyes with its brightness. Abbacchio noticed that Giovanna's stand was just as annoying as its owner.
Giorno picked up one of his ladybug brooches and handed it to the Gold Experience. The stand touched it and green stalks began to grow out of the metal.
Clearly, someone was deeply dedicated to the practice in his training.
After several minutes of tormenting the poor plant – tearing off its leaves only to grow new ones – Giovanna finally seemed to settle down. He returned to his former relaxed pose, and resumed reading.
However, for some reason his stand did not disappear. Gold Experience lay down next to Giorno, facing its owner. Who, apparently, was completely unfazed. He didn't even bother to look up from his reading.
Abbacchio frowned. What the hell? The stand couldn't stay here if the boy didn't want that himself, so why did he keep this sparkling mess by his side?
– So you don't have company? – Leone himself did not understand why he made this sarcastic comment. Although… He could say anything as long as he wasn't heard.
Giovanna, as if hearing Leone's words, exhaled and slammed the book shut, with such a harsh movement that Abbacchio jerked in surprise. The boy put it at the foot of the bed and, whispering something, reached to the stand. Will he experiment again? Abbacchio grinned, yet, if Leone really wanted, he was able to read this brat like an open boo–
This kid threw his braid behind his back and leaned to the Gold Experience. Too close. This was not necessa– Grabbing the stand by its shoulders, Giovanna pulled it towards himself and abruptly pulled it into a french kiss.
Abbacchio stared in disbelief at the action in front of him. It was pure absurdity.
Meanwhile, Gold Experience's hands landed on Giorno's lower back and pulled him towards itself. A slight shudder went down lil bastard's back and he looked up from his stand with a loud smacking sound. The boy's chest was heaving erratically, and his eyes were shining brightly.
Abbacchio literally felt his face changed in color. There was a white noise of disordered thoughts in Leone's head, and loudest of all, it was hitting his ears: "Giovanna, stop it right now."
However, the young one did not seem to share his views. A vulgar smile blossomed on his face and he began to slowly and flirtatiously pull off his jacket. When Gold Experience's palms walked along the bare boy's torso and rested on the rounded buttocks, a soft and melodious laugh, like the rustle of leaves, came out of Giorno's mouth.
Leone had never heard Giovanna's laugh before...
He shook his head as if trying to dispel the mirage in front of him.
What was happening right now just couldn't be happening for real!
He wanted to turn away. To interrupt the scene in front of him. But he couldn't take his eyes off what he was seeing. His mind rebelled against him, not allowing to miss a single moment.
And the lad seemed to feel it and brazenly played with Abbacchio, sending forms covered with a golden haze straight into his mind. Giovanna kissed the Gold Experience again, but this kiss was much more intimate and cheeky, with barely audible for Abbacchio squelching sounds. The boy closed his eyes, relaxing his body, and fully surrendered to the moment, allowing his own stand to casually squeeze the firm buttocks hidden from Abbacchio behind layers of clothing.
Leone's heartbeat quickened and the damn closet turned out to be terribly stuffy. But he realized the whole fucking situation only when he found himself terribly cramped in his own pants. A drop of sweat rolled down his neck, and he really didn't know if it was due to the terror that was becoming more and more pronounced, or from the rapidly growing arousal inside.
Gold Experience, after a few seconds, slowly pulled away from Giovanna and, passing its tongue over the kid's lips, smeared viscous saliva on them. Giorno looked completely relaxed, like a guy dozing off in the sun, and that's why he gasped especially vividly or rather resentfully when the palm of the stand gave him a resounding slap on the ass. Giovanna's face twisted, but he didn't want to interrupt what was happening.
Abbacchio thought for a moment that he saw a glint of self-satisfaction in the boy's eyes, but he couldn't make sure, because Giorno's face immediately changed its position when Gold Experience knocked him onto the bed. Giovanna exhaled sharply and looked at his stand in such a way that Leone, somewhere deep inside, felt unreasonable and completely irrational envy.
The jerk, who was ostentatiously squirming from side to side, was grabbed by the wrists, which were rather roughly brought together above his head. Giorno grinned and casually said, "Be gentle with me, we don't want to explain to the others where I got the extra bruises, do we?"
It seems that Gold Experience thought for a moment, and then nodded worriedly, removing his hands from the boy's wrists. However, almost immediately, grape vines grew in the place where the palms of the stand had just been, wrapping around the entire base of the bed and one of its legs.
Giovanna smiled contentedly and playfully reached out to the Gold Experience for another kiss.
Abbacchio exhaled nervously, another wave of heat rushed to his groin, and a vein pulsed in his neck.
Giorno's stand broke away from his owner's lips, but only to place its knee on his crotch, easily pressing on it. The brat jerked violently, and, rolling his eyes in pleasure, moaned in a long drawl.
This. Boy. Moaned.
Abbacchio felt as if he had been stunned by a camera flash and now there was a ringing in his ears and only a white veil in front of his eyes. It took him a few seconds to put his thoughts in order and once again remind himself that his presence in this room was not to be given away for anything.
Focusing on what was happening in front of him again, he saw that Giorno was kissing Gold Experience again, fidgeting restlessly, wanting to either move away or snuggle even closer. The stand, feeling these thrusts, pressed a little harder on the bulge on Giovanna's pants.
Giorno's chest heaved up, and a strangled moan escaped his mouth, which turned into a long sob.
A wave of goosebumps went down Leone's spine. That damn kid didn't cry when he lost his hand, or when his body was decomposing due to the Fugo's virus, so why the hell was he making plaintive whimpers now?
– Please, please, please, – the boy begged incoherently, breaking down into moans and sobs every now and then.
Fuck. Giorno was definitely planning to kill Abbacchio.
Leone had not paid attention to his erection for a long time, diligently trying to ignore it, but right now it reminded him of itself especially persistently, throbbing extremely painfully.
Looking at a flushed Giovanna, bursting into tears and exhaling incoherently, Gold Experience seemed to take pity on the wimp and finally removed his leg. Instead, he reached for the boy's hips and, gently kissing Giovanna on the adam's apple, smoothly pulled off his pants and then his underwear. Giorno's cock slipped out from under the clothes that were pressing on him and with a vulgar squelch, clung to the snot's stomach, smearing the glistening precum on his skin.
Abbacchio swallowed.
The boy, completely naked, tied up and languishing with excitement, was fucking beautiful. Leone felt something deep inside him had cracked, and his last barrier had been shattered as soon as he looked at that expression on Giorno's face.
Gold Experience's hands returned to Giovanna's alabaster thighs, gently stroking them, and its mouth clung to the kid's neck, which opened for kisses from behind his tilted head. A string of smacking kisses descended lower and lower, leaving a trail glinting in the light. After a while, it reached the thin, and seemingly incredibly fragile, collarbones, and left a couple of bright red marks on them. And then he leaned against chest, heaving with erratic breathing.
Gold Experience ran its tongue over the nipple, hardened by the coolness, and then blew playfully on the wet flesh. At this, another long moan was heard, which immediately turned into a scream, as soon as the stand painfully bit the hot skin.
Not for the first time, Giovanna whimpered softly as pleasure washed over him and reached forward, begging for a new kiss from the Gold Experience.
Abbacchio closed his eyes and briefly imagined himself in the place of this stand. He would have slapped the lad lightly, just to annoy him a little and get another round of offended sobs out of him. His own erection gave Leone another painful spasm.
A sudden cry from the boy snapped Abbacchio out of his fantasies.
The Gold Experience, which had been gently stroking Giorno's thighs until recently, was now caressing the young one’s cock, which was languishing from insufficient attention. With smooth and methodical movements, smearing the precum sliding over the skin along its entire length.
At the same time, a golden glow flared up from its other hand, in place of which a clear viscous liquid appeared.
Realizing why the stand needed lube, Abbacchio swallowed nervously.
Gently stroking the inside of Giovanna's thigh, Gold Experience suddenly gave Giorno a resounding slap on the buttock. And while he was moving away from this, it lubricated the boy's anus abundantly, making the compressed muscle glisten from the lube flowing down it.
Leaning over to Giovanna and pulling the runt into a long distracting kiss, the stand pushed its first finger into him.
It passed through without the slightest resistance, which confirmed Leone's thoughts that Giorno already had some experience in this kind of thing.
It was obvious that the current load did not cause the kid any discomfort, and Gold Experience, tearing itself away from the boy's lips, inserted a second finger into Giovanna. He frowned slightly, but did not express any displeasure.
The stand nodded at this, as if agreeing with some thought of its own, and bent his fingers inside, pressing on the spot that made Giorno's legs twitch and shake slightly with pleasure.
Encouraging the boy, Gold Experience took its fingers out and coated them even more abundantly with lubricant, before sliding them inside again, stretching Giovanna.
Having fully adapted to what was happening to him, Giorno wrapped his legs around the stand in front of him, hinting at full readiness to continue.
It nodded understandingly, stepped out of its owner and lightly patted the kid on the thigh, asking him to spread his legs wider.
Abbacchio, who was eagerly watching, suddenly fell into a stupor. Stands don't have genitals, so how…
A thick and elastic stem, curling on the bed, immediately answered his question.
It was dripping with its own greenish juice and, gently gliding over wet skin, met almost no resistance when he abruptly entered Giovanna's hole, flushed from stretching.
The lad breathed deeply and slowly, trying his best to relax. A large drop of sweat rolled down his face, which–
Fuck
–was immediately licked off by his stand.
***
Abbacchio's head was a mess of moans, screams, squelches, and sobs. It was pleasant to watch how Giovanna, who had curled up his toes with pleasure, was roughly fucked into bed. And imagining how he would fuck him himself was doubly pleasant. Push. He would have pushed the other way.
A kiss. He would have bitten his lip.
A scream. Oh, he would have made him scream a lot louder.
Moan. This boy, shaking in small but frequent convulsions, poured himself on his stomach. He would–
Fuck. Ringing in the ears, and the vision turned white. The orgasm hit Leone like a torrent of water that finally broke through the glass holding it back. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the back wall of the closet. It seemed to him that he was a swimmer, struggling for air, whose chest was shaking from heavy sighs, and his head was spinning from oxygen starvation. The head was empty, and the pants were wet. Shit. He came like a schoolboy without even touching himself.
The light that hit the eyelids sharply made Leone jerk and open his eyes.
Giorno opened the closet.
– Abbacchio, could you hand me the towel hanging on your back? I'd like to dry off. – On the young one’s face, there was a whole lot of nothing. He looked at Leone quite calmly.
– You-
– Of course I knew you were here. Would I have started a show like this if you weren't here?
Abbacchio did not understand. It seemed to him that he had heard a completely disconnected set of words that could not possibly be components of a meaningful sentence.
Giorno, meanwhile, completely ignoring Leone's confusion, continued.
– My notebooks are in a certain order, even though it may seem to outsiders that they are in their order and there is no logic.
A grin spread across the young face.
– And yes, the tip of your coat was sticking out from under the closet door.
Abbacchio, still dazed, stared at his cloak. That's right. It was actually peeking out of his hiding place.
– Anyway, I'd like to get my towel back. Could you give it to me? To tell you the truth, I didn't expect that I would have to finish all this, who knew that you would be so persistent.
Giorno stared at Leone, but when he didn't get an answer, he let out a resigned sigh and reached for a towel on his own. Getting closer. Too close.
The prostration Abbacchio had been in until that moment subsided, and the realization of what was happening hit him sharply.
He jumped up from his seat as if struck by lightning and, sharply pushing Giorno aside, flew out of the room.
The door slammed shut, but Giorno didn't even turn around to check it.
He exhaled heavily, and wearily covered his face with his hand.
God, why was there always so much trouble with Leone Abbacchio?