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Mista wasn’t alone in the hotel room. It was the smallest shift of movement and pressure on the mattress beneath him that had his mind lurching from asleep to wide awake in a heart-beat. On instinct he grabbed the gun under his pillow and sat up in one sharp movement, aiming towards a pale shape he could just make out in the moonlight.
His vision was blurred by sleep, but it seemed as though figure shook in front of his eyes, its form rippling between shapes in the air while Mista’s sleep-addled brain struggled to make sense of exactly what he was looking at. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to clear the last of the fog from his vision before looking again and staring dumbly at the pair of unblinking, completely unfazed purple eyes that came into focus just beyond the barrel of his gun.
“Gold Experience?” He asked, startling himself with how loud and rough his voice was in the quiet of the hotel room. He pulled his gun back to rest against his shoulder, running his other hand through his hair with a relieved huff. “Shit, don’t sneak up on me like that! What if I’d shot you?” he hissed, dropping his voice to an exaggerated whisper. “What are you doing here anyway?” His eyes darted quickly around the room, dread curling into his chest as he realised that there was no-one else there with him. “Where’s Giorno? Is he okay?”
He moved to sit up further and slip out of bed, but a firm hand on his chest pushed him backwards until he was lying back on the bed. He tried again, but the hand remained firm on his chest, telling him in no uncertain terms to stay. He scowled briefly up at the impassive stand, but Gold Experience predictably remained unmoved.
Well, if he wasn’t going anywhere he could take a moment to take stock. Starting with possible threats
Giorno had recently completed what could politely be called a “difficult” supply route negotiation- although Mista personally would describe it as frustrating, violent, and fucking exhausting- with a sicilian gang trading in counterfeit medicines. They planned to add the Port of Naples to their distribution network, and Giorno planned shut down their operation completely.
The young Don got his way, of course.
They’d finished up too late to head home with everything that happened, including Mista managing to get shot and stabbed a little more than anticipated. The stabbing was probably the worst part, less because he’d actually gotten stabbed and more because the guy wasn’t even a stand user - he’d managed to go get himself stabbed by a completely normal man with a huge knife. Giorno called it a cinquedea, which Mista couldn’t have cared less about at the time given that he had most of it inside him, but he’d laughed about it afterwards. Of course one of those bastards was using such an old-fashioned weapon.
Giorno had booked them two rooms next to each other in this small, secluded hotel to stay the night. Mista had wanted to stay in Giorno’s room to keep guard, worried that some particularly vengeful gangster hopped up on spite and adrenaline might track them down, but Giorno had insisted he shower and sleep in a bed, and Mista had been too worn out to argue. Had that been a mistake?
Man, he really didn’t want to get into another gunfight in his underwear. That sucked last time.
Mista strained his ears but he couldn’t hear any sounds of struggling from the next room, and Gold Experience wasn’t acting distressed… was it even capable of acting distressed? It seemed pretty unflappable in general.
Its was also watching him intently and dragging its fingers lightly down his chest, tracing over newly healed skin and leaving Mista feeling weirdly exposed under its focus. Which he supposed he technically was, having stripped down to his boxers to sleep, but it wasn’t just that. He felt like Gold Experience was studying him, trying to memorise him.
Mista shook his head, forcing himself to focus and ignore the ticklish spirals Gold Experience was tracing on his skin. Giorno’s stand was still in its regular form rather than its Requiem form, which meant Giorno was unlikely to be in serious trouble, and Gold Experience couldn’t move far from Giorno, so he would have to be just on the other side of the wall for it to be able to manifest here.
With a flex of his will he summoned the first member of his Sex Pistols, who materialised on the pillow beside his head with a theatrical yawn. “Dammit Mista, why are you waking me up so early?” It grumbled
Everything was probably fine, but... “Number One, go next door and check on Giorno for me,” Mista ordered. Better to be safe.
“Giorno?” One asked in a tone Mista thought was far too cheery for the time of night, visibly perking up. It jumped up from the pillow and zipped towards the door with a cry of “On it!” before stopping and darting back to look quizzically between Mista and Gold Experience. Eventually it uttered a small “huh” and flew out of the room with no further comment.
Mista sighed, relaxing a little now that he would at least have confirmation, and turned his attention back to Gold Experience. The stand leaned in closer, one hand sliding up Mista’s chest to rest lightly over his collarbone while the other traced along his side, where the dagger had been embedded in him earlier. The gesture was startlingly intimate, and Mista found himself swallowing sharply at the spark of energy it sent running through his chest and stomach, his free hand moving to cover one of Gold Experience’s.
Mista had felt these hands upon his skin before plenty of times, and in his mind they were simply an extension of Giorno’s own, just a part that he only ever felt when he was injured. In the moments before the pain of having his torn nerves violently reconnected overrode any other touch, these hands pressed into him. Afterwards, Giorno would run his hands over Mista’s healed injuries, studying him to determine whether everything had gone well; hundreds of small touches that had branded themselves under Mista’s skin. Getting hurt was not quite worth it just to have Giorno touch him like that, but it was close enough that Mista felt a little guilty every time it happened. As though he were letting his desires get in the way of his job while taking advantage of Giorno’s care.
Could Gold Experience be re-checking his injuries in the same way? Mista didn’t think Gold Experience had a will of its own without being in its Requiem form, but maybe he was wrong. The thought warmed him more than he wanted to admit.
“Hey, don’t worry about me,” he said quietly, attempting a reassuring smile. Gold Experience tilted its head up at the sound of his voice, hovering closer as if listening intently. “You patched me up real good, see?” Mista added, gesturing to the thin patch of new skin where a stray bullet hadn’t been deflected quite far enough. “Just like you always do. Good as new.”
Gold Experience leaned in a little further, lips moving like it was trying to form words. Mista got caught up trying to read them, thinking he saw his own name formed-
And then he was being kissed, silencing his thoughts and leaving only sensations. The cool slide of the hand on his collarbone as it moved up his neck to rest on his jaw, tilting his head back to change the angle of the kiss. The other hand sliding over his side, pressed firmly into his skin. The slight weight of another body against his chest, accompanied by two awkward points of pressure where the ladybugs sat. And above them all, the press of unexpectedly soft lips moving against his own.
He gasped as the sensation registered, and Gold Experience took the chance to run its tongue over the sensitive skin just inside his lip, dragging tingles of pleasure in its wake. At some point his eyes had slipped close and his hands had moved to rest on Gold Experience’s shoulders and neck, gun fallen somewhere on the bed beside him, but Mista couldn’t actually pinpoint when any of it happened.
A small cough from about a foot away finally kicked his brain back into gear and he turned his head sharply towards the sound, pulling out of the kiss as far as he was able while pressed flat against the bed. He attempted to push Gold Experience back, managing to put a little space between them while flailing ineffectually at its chest.
Number One hovered next to him with a grin on his face. That at least told Mista that no one he knew was dying right now.
Gold Experience completely ignored his attempts to get it to move, grabbing one of Mista’s wrists and holding it down beside his head while placing a kiss just below his ear.
“S-stop that,” he said, trying and failing to sound suitably insistent and in control before turning his focus back to his stand. “Well?“
“Sorry to interrupt,” One said, not sounding even the slightest bit sorry. “Giorno’s fast asleep”
Gold Experience moved further down Mista’s newly exposed throat, dragging its teeth lightly across his skin and drawing an involuntary shiver out of him. Mista took another moment to fight through the sensation to get his thoughts back together. “Are you sure?”
“As sure as I can be without waking him up, which I’m not doing,” Number One scowled and crossed its arms, falling short of looking intimidating and instead landing firmly on looking sulky.
Mista had no idea what to make of that information. If Giorno was asleep, what was his stand doing here? Okay, aside from the obvious fact that Gold Experience was currently dragging a hand down his chest to palm one of his pecs, catching the nipple between two of its fingers and rubbing- Mista swallowed back a sharp moan that threatened to tear its way out of his chest, unable to hide the way he pressed up into its hand. He knew what Gold Experience was doing, but he didn’t know why or whether he should be trying to stop it. Where exactly did making out with the stand of your boss and the object of your affection while he was asleep fall on his personal morality scale?
Ugh, that thought was way too complicated and he wasn’t even sure the question made enough sense to have an answer, especially when he was getting way more turned on than he really should have been. And wow, exactly how long had it been since he’d even kissed anyone?
“Although...” Number One grinned lasciviously, making an obvious show of looking to where Gold Experience was mouthing lightly down the column of Mista’s throat. “He was breathing a little faster than normal for sleep. Maybe he’s having one of ‘those kind’ of dreams?”
Mista glared at One. “Not h-ng!” He threw his hand over his mouth, trying to muffle a groan as Gold Experience bit his neck, sucking and worrying at the skin before lapping at it. “You’re not helping,” he hissed at Gold Experience, tapping its arm before pointing an accusing finger at his own stand. “You’re not helping either.”
Number One shrugged. “Well, yeah. You like it,” it said in a sing-song voice, floating down to sit on the pillow in front of Mista, close enough that he had to cross his eyes to focus on it. “You don’t really want help. Besides, what are you going to do? You’re not going to hurt Giorno,” it said, pointing at Mista’s nose in what he presumed was either supposed to be a threat or an accusation.
Gold Experience tilted Mista’s head back to face it, managing to convey its displeasure at being ignored entirely through its pout. Mista reflexively mumbled an apology that was half swallowed by Gold Experience diving in for another kiss, tongue slipping into his mouth to rub against his own.
Number One’s shrill laughter followed it into Mista’s mind as he unsummoned it.
Gold experience kissed the way Mista imagined Giorno would and then some, taking the lead and playing off of Mista’s reactions to draw him further in with far more skill than Mista would have expected a stand to have. He couldn't remember ever being kissed like this before either, he’d always been the one taking the lead when he’d gotten into a heavy make-out session in the past. It was too easy for Mista to become lost in it, to follow Gold Experience’s lead and sink into the feeling of skin-warmed lips against his own, to stop trying to push it away and instead rest his arm along its neck and shoulders, to tilt his head just so.
Gold Experience shifted above him, breaking the kiss long enough to sit back, sliding the blankets further down Mista’s body before settling over his still clothed hips with its thighs pressed tightly either side of him. The sudden pressure against his half-hard dick made Mista sharply aware of how much he really was enjoying what Gold Experience was doing and had him rocking up against its weight before he caught himself. The move was clearly not lost on the stand judging by the small, smug smile on its face; Identical to the one Giorno wore when things were going his way. Its hands ran down his sides, so much like Giorno’s that Mista’s mind struggled to draw a distinction.
Gold Experience. Giorno...
“Hey, look, hold on a moment,” Mista said breathlessly, quickly pulling himself up to a sitting position and placing a hand on Gold Experience’s hip to steady himself. “I don’t know if you’re acting on your own or acting out something Giorno’s dreaming or what, but I-” Mista cut himself off, trying to gather his thoughts into something coherent. “I mean, he can feel what you feel, yeah? Even if he’s asleep right now. Actually that’s probably worse, because that would mean I’m making out with a sleeping person, which is right up there on the ‘being a dick’ side of things. Not that I don’t want to kiss you,” He trailed off, thinking that admission over again. Touching someone else’s stand felt inappropriate in most circumstances; The closest analogy Mista could think of was that it was like laying a hand on bare skin instead of over clothes, right down to the fact that it was easier not to think about when there was violence involved. And yet, “turns out I definitely want to. No idea what that says about me.”
Gold Experience slid a hand up the back of Mista’s neck to grab a fistfull of his hair, using it to maneuver his head to the side to expose his throat to the stand’s lips once more. Mista fancied he could feel the syllables of his own name mouthed against his skin and he gasped, pressing into the touch before he got himself back under control. The lips, the hands, even the force used was too close to the way he’d imagined Giorno would be.
The thought that this was so close to what he really wanted was what gave him the fortitude do plant both hands on Gold Experience’s shoulders and push back, detaching it from his neck. “Give me a break, I’m trying to be decent here and that's not my natural state.”
Gold Experience leaned back, letting the hand buried in Mista’s hair slide down to rest gently on the back of his neck. Even that simple touch made the nerves along his spine spark.
“You need to stop,” Mista said as firmly as he could manage He didn’t sound very convincing to his own ears, so he had no idea why he thought he’d fool any part of Giorno. And what if this was as close as he’d ever get? Except… “It’s not really fair for you to kiss me when Giorno didn’t ask you to. And I don’t want to do anything Giorno doesn’t want, understood?”
Gold Experience pushed him back onto the bed, sitting upright and staring down at him with a neutral expression. Disappointment flashed through Mista despite the fact the stand seemed to be doing exactly what he’d asked, but he tamped down on it hard and tried not to pout about it too much. His efforts were completely wasted a moment later when Gold Experience leaned over him and dragged its hands down his chest and over his stomach posessively
“Dammit, what did I just say?” Mista grumbled, half-heartedly at best. His only answer was Gold Experience’s mouth finding his chest, tongue flicking over one of his nipples before its teeth gently closed on it, pulling a barely suppressed cry from Mista. “Fine. Fuck it then,” he mumbled, grabbing at the back of Gold Experience’s head and arching up into it. He liked to go with the flow anyway, and really had been a long time since anyone touched him like this. “I’ll confess my sins later.”
Mista could feel Gold Experience smile around his trapped flesh, running its tongue over the bud firmly while pinning him down as he tried to press into its mouth. It released his chest with a final lick and slid up his body to plant another forceful kiss against his lips, thumb encouraging him to open his mouth to it again. It was hard not to interpret it as a reward for giving the stand what it wanted, and harder still not to moan into its mouth and dig his fingers into the back of its head. Gold Experience was so silent that any noise Mista made felt especially obscene.
Gold Experience pulled back and Mista chased after breathlessly before allowing himself to fall back to the bed, lips still tingling. His hands slid down the stands shoulders and over the armoring of its chest, the strange texture giving way to smoother skin as his hands slipped down to Gold Experience’s stomach. Mista ran one hand over its sides and along the ridge at its hips, using the other to get himself enough leverage to lean up and nip along Gold Experience’s jaw and down its neck. Now that he’d decided he was going to let whatever this was happen, he was damned well going to use every scrap of his limited experience to give back as best he could.
Gold Experience shivered, and Mista felt almost giddy to get that much of a response out of the normally unflappable stand. What else could he draw out? He switched his focus to the other side of Gold Experience’s neck and let his hand wander further down its body as he thought, over the ladybugs at its hips and down to trace out the creases in its thighs where armored skin met softer flesh. The stand tilted its head obligingly, giving him more space to kiss and it probably wouldn’t be a good idea to bite but god did he want to. Where exactly were the sweet spots on a stand like Gold Experience anyway? All the obvious spots were covered in armor. Even its wrists were armored. Although...
Curiously, Mista slid his hand up Gold Experience’s thighs to palm its behind, using his grip to pull the stand’s hips down firmly against his own as he rolled them upwards. Gold Experience’s mouth fell open into a silent gasp as its hands scrabbled at Mista’s shoulders for purchase. Mista pressed a kiss to the center of its chest in a vain attempt to quiet the sound- half delighted laugh and half desperate groan- that rushed inelegantly out of him.
Mista rocked up again and pressed a more reverent kiss to each of the ladybugs on the Stand’s chest, placed where Giorno always wore his own large ladybug pins. Mista had always meant to ask which came first, the broches or the Stand, but he’d never gotten around to it. It didn’t really matter at that moment anyway; In the dark of the room it was too easy to let his thoughts drift, to imagine that Giorno himself was the one gripping his shoulders, sliding a hand up his neck, tilting his head back to make Mista look at him.
Gold Experience looked back, eyes as blank as ever but lips parted as though panting, the tip of its tongue peering out to wet its lips. Mista took the silent suggestion, holding himself steady long enough to get the hand not planted firmly on Gold Experience's ass onto its neck and encourage it to come down to him for a bruising kiss. Gold Experience pushed back against him with an unexpected hunger that took his breath away, especially when contrasted by its delicate touch against his throat and its gentle hand sliding up his side and along his arm to grab lightly at his wrist.
Even the way Gold Experience’s thumbs ran over his pulse-points, neck and wrist, made him feel electric and left him wondering if it was using its power on him somehow. The question didn’t have the time to properly sink in though, knocked aside by Gold Experience moving to kiss him on the ear, its lips moving as though whispering a secret to him that he couldn’t quite make out. Mista gasped a half-formed curse, tilting into the touch with a full body shiver and grabbing clumsily at Gold Experience’s wrist himself, mirroring the stand’s touch on own arm.
In one sharp motion Gold Experience raised both of Mista’s arms above his head. Worry washed through him as he wondered whether he’d done something wrong until he felt something wind around his wrists.
“Uh,” Mista said, blinking up at the stand, “What?”
Gold Experience traced its hands down his arms and back to his chest, Giorno’s teasing smirk tugging at its lips. Mista attempted to look up his arms to where they were held to the head of the bed by-
“Did you just tie me to the bed with the bed?” He asked, caught somewhere between disbelief and awe. The head of the bed had sprouted some kind of plant that was now coiled around both of Mista’s wrists, the loops loose enough that he could move within them but too small for him to slide his hands out of. He tried a couple of times anyway.
Gold Experience bent forwards to kiss Mista’s collarbone, trailing its lips down his chest before biting at the thicker flesh of his pecs. Mista bit his lip to stop himself from crying out, unsure whether he liked that or not. The tongue traced over the newly bitten skin afterwards definitely fell into the ‘like’ category though, as did the following kisses down to his stomach and Gold Experience’s hands feeling along his sides and hip bones. Its fingers danced at the edge of his boxers before dipping under the waistband, running along the sensitive skin between his hips and above his dick before sliding lower again and lightly brushing against his cock. The move was accompanied by another, gentler bite just below his ribs, and Mista didn’t bother trying to stifle the cut-off whine that drew out of him.
“Shit,” he panted, tugging on the bindings around his wrist again. “Okay. We’re going that far. Right. I’m down to-” Gold Experience’s lips found their way to his chest again, pressing delicately over his heart before fluttering down to his nipple. Whatever Mista meant to say vanished from his mind, morphing into “Touch me,” before they reached his tongue to be breathed out in a surprised gasp.
Mista’s underwear promptly exploded into a flutter of butterflies, which should probably have surprised him more than it did. Any alarm he did feel was quickly swept aside by Gold Experience’s hand wrapping around his cock and pressing its thumb just under the head, rubbing restless circles. A quip about which of them was more impatient died before he could fully formulate it, and Mista didn’t think Gold Experience would have appreciated the humour of it much anyway. Instead he held his breath and willed himself to remain still and silent. He’d been told before that he was unusually loud when someone else was touching his dick, and Gold Experience’s own silence made him more self-conscious about it than normal.
Gold Experience sat back across Mista’s thighs, one hand slowly sliding up and down his length while the other traced lines down his stomach and hips. He was struck again by the way it still managed to convey desire without words or most of the facial features that regular people had, using touch and the shift of its mouth instead. There was open hunger in the parting of its lips and ownership in the firm touch of its fingers over his body, and even if it was an illusion or the stand simply acting out Giorno’s dream on the nearest warm body it was intoxicating to be the focus of its attention.
Yet another way Giorno and Gold Experience were the same.
Gold Experience shifted back further along Mista’s legs, wedging one knee between his thighs to force them apart and leaning down to nip and kiss at his hips. Its mouth drifted ever closer to where its hand was moving faster over his dick, grip too gentle for Mista’s tastes but more than enough to tease him into full hardness. Mista let his knees fall open, giving Gold Experience the space to settle between them without phasing through him.
No matter how much he was anticipating Gold Experience’s mouth on his cock, he wasn’t able to fully suppress the surprised gasp and twitch that the first touch of the stand’s tongue pulled out of him. It started with a few laps to the head of his cock, the tip of its rather dry tongue dipping slightly into the slit at the end to pick up some of the wetness that had gathered there and dragging it around the head of his cock before retracting fully.
For a beat nothing else happened. Mista looked down his body to see what was going on, only to be met by the intense violet eyes of Gold Experience. At least, he thought he met its gaze - he couldn’t actually tell which direction it was looking in, but as soon as Mista looked down it descended back upon him and slid its mouth half-way down his cock in a smooth motion. Mista swore again, tugging against the bindings around his wrists but keeping his eyes fixed on the stand between his legs. No way he was going to risk Gold Experience stopping again if he looked away.
It wasn’t easy though. Gold Experience’s lips had been warmed by Mista’s skin but the inside if its mouth was still cool against the heat of his cock, the contrast pulling a shiver out of him immediately. Gold Experience then curled its tongue back into its mouth before running the tip down the underside of his cock, mouth growing warmer and wetter with each roll of its tongue and each slide of its lips back up his shaft before it pushed itself further down, and Mista had to clench his hands and bite his lower lip over a whine to force himself to keep his eyes open. To watch his length disappear between Gold Experience’s lips bit by bit while its hands gripped his hips firmly, thumbs stroking the divots of his hip bones and keeping him pinned firmly down under it. How the hell did a stand get this good at giving head?
The obvious answer smacked him hard in the face at the same time that Gold Experience slid up until only the head of his cock was still in its mouth, flicking its tongue against the underside a few times before sliding slowly down to the base and only stopping when its lips met Mista’s pelvic bone. Mista’s eyelids flickered as he tried to hold off on closing them as long as he could, but there was no way he could be expected to keep his eyes open under the dual onslaughts of the feeling of Gold Experience swallowing him down to the root and the knowledge that it was definitely sucking him off the way Giorno liked. Gold Experience’s tongue moving against the underside of his cock and its throat squeezing the head while its fingers scratched down the crease of his thighs was officially his limit; Mista’s eyes fell closed and his toes curled against the sheets, a shuddering moan escaping his chest.
Gold Experience slid its mouth up his shaft again, a slow drag of suction and softness promptly followed by the flick of a tongue over his head before it sunk down again to repeat the movement. Its hands skimmed along his legs to push them further apart, adjusting them to rest them over its arms and trailing its hands along the underside of his thighs with a touch firm enough not to tickle but still enough to make Mista twitch and try to close them again. His attempts were thwarted by what he guessed were Gold Experience’s wings getting in the way, keeping him spread out wider than usual and entirely at the stand’s mercy.
Pleasure dripped from Gold Experience’s mouth like honey, settling thickly into Mista’s stomach and trickling over his spine. He felt like sparks were dancing over his skin in the wake of its hands as it took full advantage of his more exposed position to touch everything it could; digging its fingers into the flesh where Mista’s thighs met his ass, rubbing its palms over his inner thighs and pelvis, scratching its fingers into his pubic hair, tracing its thumbs inwards to skim over his asshole- Mista gasped and jerked his hips upwards at that, the sound higher in pitch than he wanted to admit as the thought of those fingers pushing inside him and lighting up his nerves in a far different context than usual rose unbidden into his mind. He’d heard about guys who were into that but he’d never even thought about trying it before, so there was just no way he’d like it. Right?
Gold Experience slid its hands upwards, unaware of Mista’s frantic train of thought, until its hands were resting either side of his dick and holding him firmly against the bed. Which was good, it was just a stray idea anyway, it didn’t need any more attention than that.
Actually, it was really good. Gold Experience didn’t seem to be paying a whole lot of attention to what its hands were doing, more focused on holding Mista down and working its mouth up and down his cock, but its thumbs were pressed firmly under his balls and rubbing against something inside him that throbbed in time with his pulse. Each pull of Gold Experience’s mouth sent another thrill rippling through him, but with his hands bound above him, his legs effectively immobilized over the stand’s shoulders, and now even his hips held down by Gold Experience’s hands, he was powerless to get more of it or even attempt to return a drop of it. He was entirely at Gold Experience’s mercy.
Holding back his voice was getting harder as Mista was pulled inevitably closer to the edge. He dared to glance down again, stomach clenching with a renewed surge of desire at the sight of Gold Experience between his legs. All of its focus seemed to be channeled towards sucking his cock, its body flexing and rocking lithely against the bed with the movements of its head like...
Fuck, like it was getting off on this too. That thought drew a loud, guttural groan out of Mista, shaped into a half formed ‘G’ sound before he turned his head sharply to muffle it against his arm. Did it enjoy sucking him off that much, or did it just really like having him helpless? Could a stand even cum? Or would that just make Giorno cum? Whatever Giorno was dreaming about must be damn good, because Mista wasn’t even doing anything right now except lying here and taking it. He literally couldn’t do anything else.
Another sound escaped him, frustration and desire muted against his arm. Gold Experience apparently heard anyway and took it as a cue to move faster, hands digging into Mista’s pelvis a little firmer while he bit back another embarrassing whine. Finesse had been discarded by this point, and Mista found himself unable to care, or even think much as his orgasm started building. Shit, he had to say something to warn Gold Experience, which would mean he’d have to move his face away from where he’d smashed it into his arm. Okay, he could do this quietly. He could definitely do that.
He took a breath and looked down his body again. “I’m close,” he said in a horse whisper. Then, because he wasn’t sure that had properly conveyed exactly how close he was, he added “really, really close.”
A sliver of purple under Gold Experience’s helmet caught his gaze, and Mista’s felt pinned in place, unable to look away as it continued with no sign of pulling back or slowing down. Mista’s breath hitched, a final warning before release broke over him and he could only manage half formed swear words. A flash of warm light from Gold Experience’s hands around the base of his cock was the last thing Mista saw before his eyes slammed shut and he arched violently into the rush of bliss that lit up his veins. He felt like time slowed down, rippling pulses of euphoria washing over him and drawing the moment out far longer than usual, he was sure of it. He felt himself crash back down with a final shock through his core, like he’d been struck by lightning.
Mista came back to himself to the feel of Gold Experience’s hand along his jaw and the taste of his own cum on its lips. His hands were freed, which he immediately took advantage of to pull Gold Experience in and kiss it back with all the fervour he wasn’t able to while pinned down. The stand rocked against him, its body a long, sinuous curve of hard and soft that he traced down with his hand. Still riding the blissful calm that came in the wake of a particularly good orgasim, Mista slid his thigh between Gold Experience’s legs and hitched its body up higher to let him kiss and nibble at its jaw while encouraging its movements with a hand on its hips.
“Mm-” Mista heard Giorno’s voice whisper against his ear, the first sound Gold Experience had made since appearing in his room. It buried its face against him, curling into his neck as a tremor ran through its body-
And vanished.
Mista stared at the ceiling, hands hovering in the air above him before he threw both of them over his face.
“Fuck.”
Giorno took a small sip of his morning coffee, deciding it was the right level of sweet and dark before allowing himself a larger mouthful. A little stronger than usual this morning, given he’d woken early to discover he’d had a wet dream the night before and had to wash some things.
It was hardly the first time. If he was honest with himself, which he always tried to be, it wasn’t unexpected either. Mista’s skill and surprising grace in combat during yesterday’s battle combined with the way he acted so in sync with Giorno’s movements was something he found both charming and viscerally, undeniably hot. And while he didn’t enjoy Mista being injured, particularly not while protecting Giorno from something he was still annoyed he hadn’t seen coming, having to hold the gunman still and touch him in order to heal him immediately after the rush of a fight did tend to bring Giorno’s more base desires to the surface. Since he hadn’t taken the problem in hand himself, so to speak, he couldn’t really be surprised his body had done it for him.
Perhaps it was time for Giorno to act. Things were stabilizing within Passione, allowing Giorno to focus on outside threats as well as keeping everything within the organisation in line. He should be able to take some time to work towards more personal desires.
Mista. He wanted Mista. Not as a possession or a subordinate but as something else, something more - Partner, lover, boyfriend, whatever word was appropriate. Perhaps all of them were, Giorno didn’t really care. As long as it was Mista. He’d become fond of the odd man very quickly when they'd first met, but that companionship had grown deeper over the time they’d spent together. As he’d learned more about Mista and shared more of himself, always to a positive response, his feelings had shifted into something at turns warmer and more thrilling. And with that shift his idle appreciation of Mista’s physical presence had grown in turn into a hunger that rose unbidden within him, presenting him with intimacies he wasn’t yet allowed. Fantasies as innocent as holding Mista’s hand without a gun in it and kissing him softly against hidden walls, to ones as sinful as pinning him to the floor of his office in the middle of the day and breaking him down until he was left trembling and begging Giorno to take him.
Attachments in general were a risk in their line of work, but Giorno was already well and truly attached and Mista being hurt or killed wasn’t going to cause Giorno any less pain with the added weight of whether or not they might have been more if only he’d acted. Even with that, deciding to go after Mista was almost more daunting than when Giorno had decided he needed to take over the mafia. When he’d started down that path the only thing he’d had to lose was his own life, although over the journey itself he’d found and lost far more than he could have imagined at the start. But if he was wrong here, if he messed this up, he could lose the person most important to him in the world. Someone he might love.
(A small part of him that he didn’t want to acknowledge insisted that those feelings could never be returned. Giorno had become someone to be feared, someone to be followed, and someone to be respected. But he could never change the fact that he had been born unloveable.)
Giorno took another long sip of his coffee before his thoughts could get too far ahead of him. He was fairly confident that Mista was physically attracted to him, he just had to make sure that acting on that attraction and having a relationship with him was something Mista would consider. Maybe it was something he should introduce slowly to reduce the chance that Mista would panic, or worse, run. He’d need to allow himself to be even more open with Mista, which was terrifying but not as bad as he’d expected the idea to be-
Mista entering the small dining room interrupted Giorno’s planning, the gunman’s eyes immediately locking onto Giorno before scanning the rest of the room for threats, exits and entrances. It was a habit so ingrained that he seemed to do it unconsciously. His gaze returned to Giorno, favouring him with a lazy wave before he hastily looked away, his hand falling to rub at the back of his neck. The morning sunlight was muted by clouds, but Giorno was sure he could see a slight flush run over Mista’s skin.
He didn’t have time to ponder the unusual behavior. The memory of his dream rose into his mind, so vivid it could have been happening right at that moment.
It started with Giorno running his hands over Mista’s chest the way he had yesterday after healing him, except this time he didn’t pull back and ask Mista to seep in the next room. This time he pushed forwards, closed the distance, and kissed him.
Mista had kissed back at first before turning away and saying something, Giorno’s mind hadn’t bothered coming up with the specifics. Whatever his protests were, they were easily swayed by Giorno’s mouth against his neck, mapping out the dips and angles with his tongue the way he'd wanted to for months now. They’d kissed until Giorno couldn’t contain himself any longer, he had to sit back just to admire Mista under him. The Mista in the dream had sat up himself, allowing Giorno to slide his fingers into Mista’s hair the way he longed to whenever it got long enough to begin curling and attack his throat again, heedless of any marks he might leave. Giorno had pushed him back to the bed, but Mista met his passion with an equal fire of his own, peppering Giorno’s own neck with kisses and bites too gentle for Giorno’s tastes but so perfectly Mista.
Giorno could vividly remember Mista's eyes in the dream too, so dark he could feel himself falling into them, looking up at him with open desire. The way Mista placed a kiss on the skin of Giorno’s chest visible through the open cutout of his suit and reverently kissed each of the ladybug pins he wore on either side. The ecstatic ache that rose up in him at the tenderness with which Mista treated him in his dream. The feel of his own fingers wrapped around Mista's wrists and the sight of Mista stretched out beneath him, the lines of his body- from his broad shoulders to the softness of his stomach, the sharp crests of his hips and dark hair leading Giorno lower- on full display to his hungry eyes. Giorno had held Mista’s gaze as he slid his mouth over Mista’s thick cock, the heavy weight of it on his tongue and the fullness in his mouth so vivid that he could still feel it.
Giorno swallowed the last of his coffee, aggressively schooling his expression back to normal and willing himself not to flush. The last thing he needed to be thinking of right then was last night’s far too realistic sex dream. Thankfully, his calm facade was back in place by the time Mista pulled up a seat next to him with his own breakfast of bread, sausages, black coffee and whatever cheese was in the pot he’d swiped from the counter.
“Our pilot is expecting us in two hours,” Giorno informed him while Mista busied himself with the butter.
Mista looked over to him and nodded once in acknowledgement before looking away, as though suddenly absolutely fascinated with his butter knife. There was no doubt about it this time, Mista was definitely blushing.
“Mista?” Giorno prompted.
Mista’s shoulders jumped, but he lasted only a beat longer before he turned back to face Giorno with a huff. “Sorry,” he said sheepishly, hand rubbing at the back of his head.
Giorno remained silent, giving Mista space to continue if he wanted. While he waited, he picked up his teaspoon and tapped it against his lips. Mista’s eyes followed the movement, lingering a breath too long before darting back down to his breakfast. Giorno couldn’t help but smile at that. Definitely physical attraction there.
His lips had been slightly rough in his dream, probably from being bitten, but they were so plump and yielding against his own-
“Hey, so,” Mista began, carefully cutting his sausage into even thirds. “Did you hear anything weird last night?”
Giorno gave it some thought. “Weird how?” he asked. He’d summoned Gold Experience just before he fell asleep to keep his life-sense going as an early-warning, but it had returned to him at some point during the night so was possible that something had happened after that. “Do you think someone was sneaking around?”
“No, not like that,” Mista said, shaking his head. “I mean like,” he scratched at the back of his neck again before leaning towards Giorno and continuing quietly, “like moaning or something?”
“I didn’t hear anything like that.” Giorno answered easily, spinning the spoon in his fingers. “Do you think there are ghosts here?”
“What?” Mista sat back and gave him a surprised look before shaking his head with a dry smile. “No, not ghosts. Man, I didn’t even think about ghosts.” He paused to take a noisy sip of his coffee while Giorno bit back on a smile, remembering an hour-long conversation they’d had over breakfast two weeks ago about flavour and aerating drinks. “Hey, did you know our rooms were mirrors of each other?”
Giorno blinked, a little surprised by the sudden change in topic but content to go along with it. “That’s not unusual. A lot of hotels will mirror their rooms so that the suite’s bathrooms are next to each other.”
“Oh, really?” Mista looked up at him, momentarily distracted before shaking his head. “Wait, no. I mean, I think our beds were up against the same wall.”
Cold dread flooded Giorno, his mind screaming at him to abort this conversation and retreat immediately. First a question about moaning, and now pointing out that he’d been on the other side of the wall from where Giorno had slept. From where he’d had a very vivid sex dream about the man currently sitting next to him and blushing awkwardly.
Shit shit shit shit shit-
“Oh,” Giorno said, impressing even himself with how calm his voice was. He gently placed the teaspoon he’d been playing with on the saucer in front of him and folded his hands on the table. “Why do you think that? Did I do anything that kept you up?”
Mista’s eyes widened, giving Giorno the answer to that question before he spoke. “Ah. Well, the thing is… I mean, yes, I guess you did, but that’s not,” Mista pouted, eyebrows knit in thought. “What’s the best way to say this? Do you know if you,” he waved a hand abstractly in the air, “like, had any sexy dreams or anything last night?”
The screaming in Giorno’s mind grew into howling sirens. Had he moaned in his sleep? He knew he didn’t talk in his sleep, but what if he’d moaned or something last night? Wasn’t concern over that part of why he’d suggested Mista sleep in a separate room?
Oh god, what if he’d actually said Mista’s name? Was that why he was so nervous this morning? Giorno had only decided that he was going to try to convince Mista to date him half an hour ago, how could things be going so bad so soon?
Giorno took a careful breath, willing himself to focus back on Mista despite feeling his own face heat up. If he was careful, he could salvage this. He didn’t have to lose his closest friend. “I do apologise if you heard something last night that made you uncomfortable,” he said.
Mista’s shoulders dropped. “No, it’s fine. I didn’t hear anything,” he said, running his fingers under his hat.
The sudden whiplash that sentence gave him left Giorno feeling like he was suddenly in free fall. “What? Then how did you know...” he trailed off.
Mista took a deep breath before fixing Giorno with a steady gaze. “Your stand gave me a blow job.”
Giorno could only blink at that, the sudden vivid sense-memory of his dream coming back to him. Although apparently it was an actual memory, just not one of his. It was Gold Experience, who had been active when Giorno had fallen asleep. Who did what he told it to do.
Mista continued when it became clear that Giorno wasn’t going to respond. “It kind of just appeared in my bed and kissed me, so I kind of went with it and we were making out and by the way your stand is a scary good kisser. And then I was tied to the bed and-” he cut himself off, rubbing at the back of his neck again and looking away. “Okay, probably too much information there. But yeah, I slept with your stand last night.”
Giorno’s mind was racing. Mista had been just on the other side of the wall to him, and He’d dreamed of Mista. No, specifically he’d dreamed of having his way with Mista, and Gold Experience had just gone and done it. He couldn’t exactly say that his stand had acted on its own, but Giorno hadn’t consciously been in control of it. Was it possible to be so mortified that you lost the ability to feel it? Was that even the appropriate thing to feel upon learning that your stand had tied down the man you wanted to date and felated him? Who knew, Giorno was fairly sure this was uncharted territory.
“Giorno?” Mista asked, a worry creeping into his voice. “Can you maybe say something? Do you want to hit me? Because we should probably go outside for that.”
Giorno took a breath to steady himself. “Just to make sure I understand,” he said, eyes fixed on his hands. At the edges of his vision he saw Mista sit up straighter upon being addressed directly. “Gold Experience appeared in your room, made out with you, and then gave you oral sex.”
The end of his dream played through Giorno’s mind. He remembered waiting until Mista was just about to come to use Gold Experience on him, wanting to draw the moment out until Mista was unable to think of anyone or anything but him. Then Mista was straining against the bed as he came in Giorno’s mouth, his muscles tensed and body beautifully arched. Giorno only moved when Mista stopped twitching, crawling over his body and releasing his arms from their bindings before pulling him in for a desperate kiss. Mista kissed him back, wrapping his arms around Giorno and pulling him close. Safe. He distinctly remembered Mista’s thigh between his legs and hand on his ass, rolling against Giorno as he rubbed himself against Mista’s hip until he came in his pants with Mista’s name on his tongue.
Except that all of that had been Gold Experience, apparently. Had everything he’d dreamed happened?
“Did my stand do anything else?” Giorno asked, finally looking up to meet Mista’s eyes.
Mista licked his lips before he spoke. “Well, I’ve got bite marks on my neck and chest now? Which isn’t a problem or anything, I’m just not sure what exactly you mean. Gold Experience kind of blew my mind and left. I didn’t even get to do anything to pay it back for the blow job. Oh!” He snapped his fingers. “It turned my boxers into butterflies. I locked them in the room.”
Giorno looked down to the top of Mista’s pants, where normally he’d be able to see the teasing hint of the top of his underwear. There was only bare skin. “I’ll make sure to turn them back,” he said, wrenching his gaze back up. Mista looking like he was worried about Giorno’s reaction instead of freaking out himself was rapidly easing Giorno’s embarrassment. “You’re very calm about the whole thing.”
“I’ve gone commando before,” Mista said.
“I meant the oral sex, not the underwear situation.”
“Oh, right.” Mista shrugged sheepishly. “I mean, it’s certainly new, but Gold Experience is just you, isn’t it? Or at least a part of you.” Mista crossed his arms and closed his eyes, tapping his fingers thoughtfully before letting himself ramble on. “I think I’m more annoyed that Gold Experience took off before I had a chance to return the favour. I’m no selfish lover.” His eyes shot open as what he’d just said seemed to register, leading to several aborted sentences and half-formed thoughts pouring out of him in quick succession before he gave up and slumped down in his seat with a groan.
Giorno felt almost giddy with the sudden upswing of his emotions, shifting from sinking dread to free-falling horror to soaring elation in a matter of minutes. “So it would have been the same if it were me?” he asked, leaning forwards. Eyes wide with shock jumped up to meet Giorno’s own before scanning his face, searching for something that Giorno hoped he was properly conveying.
“I hope not,” Mista replied after a breathless minute, his expression caught somewhere between disbelief and hope. “Gold Experience vanished. I’d rather you stayed.”
Giorno bit his lip to hold in a smile at that. It seemed like it was safe for him to try flirting a little more obviously. “I don’t think Gold Experience has the anatomy for you to ‘return the favour’ as you say. You might have to show me what you wanted to do to it instead.”
“Oh no,” Mista waved a finger in front of Giorno’s face, continuing on before he had time to worry that he’d been immediately rebuffed. “You're getting dated first, at least once. With hand holding and flowers and all that.” Mista nodded with finality, the certainty in his voice belied by the blush over his cheeks and his next words. “If that’s okay with you?”
Giorno stared at Mista in wonder. The clouds that covered the sun dissipated for a breath, allowing the morning light to shine through the window and fall over the scene, as though the world itself was celebrating with him. He committed the moment - the smell of coffee and warm bread, the gold dancing across Mista’s skin and lighting his eyes like fire, the way he looked at Giorno like he was worth everything, and the warmth that flared to life within the cage of Giorno’s chest - to his memory before the clouds rolled back in. “I’d like that,” he said finally, letting himself smile. “But you don’t need to woo me you know. I already like you.”
“Yeah, well. Too bad.” Mista turned back to his breakfast, fighting a grin. “You deserve to be wooed, and I’m gonna woo you whether you like it or not.”
Giorno chuckled. “Alright, you win.” He leaned against the table. “But you’d better hurry up and finish. We need to go catch your underwear before we leave for our flight.”