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Title: Untitled
Author: kingburu
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Boysex, PWP
Summary: Giotto has a very innocent question, and Tsuna seems to be the only one who can answer it.
“What’s an orgasm?”
Tsuna choked on his subsandwich. The words had taken him by surprise after a long day of school and waiting for the first Vongola Guardians to get the Inheritance Ceremony. Each day his hyper intuition would act up, and he knew that eyes were watching him. Somehow it turned into more; a touch here, a graze there. He never went far, but he was always blunt about what he wanted. So what he last expected was to see the crackling orange flame, mischievous crackling eyes and a mouth overturned by curiosity. Asking him what the ‘O’ word was.
“P-Primo!” He stammered, trying so hard not to freak out. The brunet looked up, violently shaking and unsure of what their little games would bring them tonight. Everyone was asleep and his entire room was empty. He’d gone downstairs in the middle of the night in order to make a sandwich for a midnight snack, and only now did he feel so scantily dressed and far too exposed. He put a hand on his bare neck, and trembled against the sweat.
There was an allure of innocence in the way Vongola Primo looked at him. The dying will flame crackled gently above his head, and the mafia boss leaned over, effervescently pushing aside Tsuna’s shy attempts to evade him. He had looked like any regal man after a tiresome day-hair disheveled, tie yanked off, and color upturned.
“Are you going to answer my question?” he asked in a soft tenor.
“I’m not…I don’t…huh…” Tsuna shivered as he felt a gauntlet-cladded hand run up his shoulder and caress the nape of his neck. Pink flourished feverishly upon his cheeks, and he wondered how a dead guy could feel so amazingly warm. “I-I’ve n-never…P-Primo…”
“Giotto.” The name danced off his blond ancestor’s lips saucily like a sweet, spicy tango. Giotto caught his chin, gaze casted downward with his eyes twinkling for an answer. “Can you tell me what it is?”
“I…huh…” His brain was turning to mush. But since Primo-Giotto was such a highly respected man, was he allowed to deny him his body? Things worked differently in the mafia world. He soon knew this as Giotto pulled his hand away, scandalously pulling at the gauntlet over his hand before tossing it aside as if it were nothing. Long and slender tan hands traveled down the small, forming bicep of Tsuna’s left arm. The teenager stood up in feeble attempt to back away, but Giotto was faster. “Am I…really the p-person…you w-wanna ask this quest--hiiee….”
He squirmed softly, eyes clamped shut. Giotto’s bare hand traveled to his chest, tracing a long scar he had gotten during training in the future. “You know the drill,” said the voice with a heavy Italian accent. “Stop me whenever you want.”
Tsuna trembled. Fingernails as light as a pianist’s grazed a nipple. As he looked up, face painted by red and saw the intent in Giotto’s eyes. The lump in his throat slowly fell as he gulped, and his fingers curled into the carpeting. “Wh-where….”
“Did I hear about the word?” Giotto asked, volume of his voice refusing to increase. He palmed the teenager’s chest, fixated with the sensation he felt of one erect nub between his fingers. “A woman screamed it once on our first day here. I want to know what it is.”
“Haven’t you ever had one…?” Tsuna murmured. His blood boiled, inflamed by every touch of skin against his chest. Giotto crouched before him, and the cloak enveloped the both of them before all Tsuna could smell was the fresh scent of the ocean, and a faint stench of clams.
“How can I know if I’ve ever had one if I don’t know what one is?” Giotto’s hand fell down, and he smirked slightly, hand on Tsuna’s flat stomach. “Can you teach me?”
“I…dunno…” Tsuna gulped, lids lowering as he desperately attempted to pull his mind back from Lalaland. Giotto’s hand traveled, so absorbed in its activities that he wasn’t sure what else to say to stop him. His throat betrayed him, swollen with a throbbing pleasure as the blond mafia boss’s palm rested at the head of Tsuna’s bulge for the first time.
“Tell me to stop,” Giotto whispered ever so sensually, “whenever you want.”
“Wh-What if I’m n-not any…”
“Good?” Giotto chuckled, voice as elegant as music in the tenth boss’s ears. He leaned forward, weaseling an arm around Tsuna’s waist and bringing them forward until their noses grazed together. “I’ll teach you how to be good.”
“P-Prim…” Tsuna’s lips met with the silkiest mouth, the same one who stole his first kiss not too long ago. He felt many flavors, tasted the cavity of the blond man, who was a natural born protector. He could never say no because the Vongola Boss made his hyper intuition run around like crazy, and his mind put him in the high thought that he would be protected at all costs.
“Giotto,” his ancestor murmured again. The only light in the room easily seen was the glow of dying will flames encasing the elder man. Giotto’s gaze lingered on all that was Tsuna, and they toppled over. “Teach me everything you know, Tsunayoshi.”
Tsuna decided all too quickly that he liked the way his name sounded on the foreigner’s tongue.
Giotto kissed him again, noses touching delicately under the crackle of flames. The brunet’s mind raced. Although Giotto told him not to worry, he wasn’t sure if he was even doing it right. A soft whimper left his throat, and red dusted from his cheek bones to his toes, and throughout the hairs on the back of his neck. Giotto pulled away, light in chuckles, and forced one of Tsuna’s arms around his neck before proceeding with more. Vongola Primo was quick to toss aside his other gauntlet, and skin quickly became his drug.
The brunet let out another whine, amazed he could make such sounds, and they were all too gentle. Slim and eloquent, they traveled, rubbing the soft nubs of Tsuna’s chest before the teenager involuntarily bucked, a soft “Guh…” leaving his throat.
“Is this an orgasm?” Giotto murmured, but it was all fun and games by now. Tsuna doubted the boss cared whether or not his question was answered compared to succeeding with putting them in such a compromising position. “Decimo. Stop me whenever you want.”
Tsuna gulped, eyes shutting closed to feel rather than see. He couldn’t stare at that face, skin as boiling hot as it was, and say no. He could barely make any other audible sound than the ones he was already making!
Giotto massaged his waist, softly squeezing Tsuna’s sides and tickling them. The sensation hiked up to Tsuna, and plummeted until it was met with the pleasure in his groin. The hands slowly traveled, running down against warm skin until he squeezed a calf between his fingers. “Have you been working out, Decimo?”
The brunet squeaked, moaning into the touch in such a higher voice than he was used to.
“I like your face. Your cute little face.” Giotto lowered himself to kiss the teenager again and lingered, breath dark against Tsuna’s wanton demeanor, and traveled up until he was squeezing one of Tsuna’s thighs. He pulled the brunet up, settling him on the boss’s lap like a small kitten or a lioness’s cub. “Is this an orgasm, Tsunayoshi? How will I know when I’ve made you experience an orgasm?”
Tsuna dumbly ducked his head. “Wh-When I scream…”
Did he just say something? The teenager couldn’t tell. Giotto’s eyebrows arched, genuinely surprised by such a deep answer, and pressed his lips to the crook of the brunet’s neck. “Good to know.” His hands traveled, rubbing and squeezing the skin that was given to him. His hand traveled until fingers delve into the elastic of Tsuna’s waistband, and he halted again. “Stop me whenever you want to.”
“Huh…” The teenager breathed, so far in his daze that all he could see were stars. He was pressed up against Giotto, and the thin layer of fabric was only an itch as his arousal touched what he hoped was Giotto’s. He didn’t…he meant…he didn’t want…to be the only one embarrassed… Giotto’s hand plunged into his boxers, and he whimpered as a long hand cupped his butt cheek. He was pulled further, and clung onto the black suit.
Giotto held onto him, securing the smaller boy in his arm bother anything else could happen. Tsuna could feel him lean over, outside of their cloaked little world, and reach for something. A lid was uncapped, before a small tub of Vaselene was brought next to the brunet’s thigh. Giotto tilted his head with a small smile. “Did you know this stuff had more uses than curing dried lips?”
No, he didn’t. But he was sure it started with the letter “S” and rhymed with “Rex.” Tsuna reddened, desperately trying to hide his face in Giotto’s pin-striped suit, and was denied that luxury. Giotto chuckled, murmuring something alluring and erotic in his ear before his lips were pressed against Tsuna’s chest. The teenager arched his back, unused to the sensation, but was more alert of the cold sensation parting his bottom. He opened his eyes, desperate to pull away from the sensation and see what Giotto was prodding, but the boss pulled him into an overwhelming kiss.
Giotto’s hand traveled up, two fingers strong enough to force Tsuna to submit, and they deepened as far as they could go. Tsuna caught his breath, shaking as the tears forming at the creases of his eyes. Giotto shushed him, tenderly working with skin as one hand raised the teenager two his knees. His boxers were pulled all the way to the floor, and with easier access, Giotto continued, both fingers inserted and prodding the brunet until they were fully sheathed, knuckles bumping against his entrance.
Tsuna shivered. They moved this time, thrusting and stretching in a fast motion, and he screamed at the odd sensation. “AH-” Giotto pulled him into a kiss. Tsuna was pulled into him, and he eyed the teenager almost threateningly.
“Don’t wake anyone.” Giotto murmured. He stretched and pulled his fingers, hoping as he added the third one Tsuna was too numb to the pain to register the third finger. Nope. Tsuna was close to screaming again, aand he forced the teenager into a kiss, thrusting and listening to the soft slap of skin.
Finally the teenager settled in, and he leaned back until Giotto was bove him. Giotto looked at him, indifferent, and yanked his tie off. He unbuttoned the heavy apparel agains this chest, tossing it aside with one hand. All the while, Tsuna watched, red against his cheeks as he was now faced with a bare-chested, handsome young man. He was quickly brought back to Pleasureland as the hand thrusted, brushed against something, and Tsuna bit his hand to keep from screaming.
“That’s my boy.” Giotto smiled eloquently and pulled his hand away. Tsuna caught his breath, demeanor so delectably salacious. He heard the zipper of pants open, quick to register what was happening. At this, the blond looked at him grimly, untouched erection poking Tsuna’s entrance. The teenager gulped, head raised high as he shivered.
The first thrust made him scream. He clasped a hand over his mouth, desperately following orders not to wake anyone, and clenched around him. Giotto continued, from the head of his erection following all the way to his hilt. He lowered himself, and kissed Tsuna.
“Relax.” He murmured. The elder man waited, hands secure around Tsuna’s waist, and waited until the discomfort on Tsuna’s face contorted into a different demeanor.
The first thrust was less painful than he thought it would be. Oh dear God, hot skin rawly rubbing against hot skin. The soft slap was audible bliss to Tsuna’s ears, and he felt all of the heat rush to his lower body. In the rhythm, Giotto was quick to tilt, and Tsuna arched his back as white stars flashed through his eyes. The older man thrust, hitting a place Tsuna was all too unfamiliar with, but it felt great.
“Hey, Tsunayoshi. “
“Nn…gh….huh….?”
“Tell me if you get an orgasm.” At that that, Tsuna screamed, unable to contain himself. His erection was clutched, palmed between the other man’s hand, and stroked as fast as Giotto’s thrusts. It didn’t take long for him to get into the rhythm, and he bent back, buried in the carpet and under the sweaty cloak. He let out a hot breath, quickly coming in the other’s hand.
Giotto didn’t let him cease. Instead, the Vongola boss continued, white flashing with each thrust and the slick warmth in his lower belly taking better of him. He was vaguely aware of the fact Tsuna had been finished, but was so desperately focused to assure Tsuna was still pleasured in his afterglow, before his thrusts were more erratic. Tsuna knew he was done when he felt the warmth explode inside of him. After a few shorthand thrusts, the blond pulled out, and the warm liquid slid down against the brunet’s thigh.
One hand secured itself around the teenager, and the cape was draped over them. Tsuna shivered, eyes shut closed. “I’m sorry I came so fast.”
“You’re fine.” Giotto laughed softly, hand sliding down and prodding the space between the teenager’s thighs. “Sleep.”
Tsuna flusteredly smiled and turned over until he was buried in the elder man’s chest.
“…you can tell me what an orgasm is later.”