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The first rays of dawn crest over the city skyline, bathing the world in its warmth. Soft morning light trickles past the open curtains into a bedroom, saturating the room in soft yellows and oranges. It stretches across the floor, bringing its painted gold to lay upon the bed, lighting up the inhabitants. Tangled under the sheets, the two men lay sleeping as the sun rises, though not for long as the sun has a companion in Bruno Bucciarati this morning.
Bruno doesn’t often find himself awake this early, lying in a tangle amongst the plush bed sheets and on his side facing the man next to him. He would have liked to have slept in today, but alas it seems that would be for another time. The only pleasure to waking this early is to see the sleeping face of his boyfriend Risotto, looking peaceful as he slumbered. Often times Risotto would get up a few minutes before himself, and only rarely both of them waking together.
A few minutes pass, with only the sound of the wall clock ticking and Bruno’s own slow thoughts to accompany him this morning. As the sunlight passes over the larger mans face, he stirs, dark eyes fluttering open to meet the captivating sight of the other, sunlight painting a halo behind Bruno.
“It’s always a good morning when I wake to an angel staring at me,” breathes out Risotto, small smile crossing his face.
Bruno beams, letting out a small laugh, dimples creasing his checks. He rolls towards his lover, twisting himself so that he draps over the other.
“I trust that you slept well?”
Mirth dances in Risottos eyes as he wraps an arm around Bruno’s midsection.
“Yes love. Though you stole all the blankets again.”
Bruno flushes at that.
“I’m sorry about that Risotto. It gets so cold in here sometimes.”
“Don’t worry about it, I was fine. I did have to fight you for one of the blankets though,” Risotto says with a laugh. “But you looked quite happy in your blanket cocoon.”
“Next time I'll try not to steal all of the blankets.”
“Or we can just get more,” Risotto suggests.
“Or we can just get more,” Bruno echoes in amusement.
A warm silence falls between them as they watch the other, eyes roaming. Bruno shifts, making himself comfortable again in Risottos embrace, lightly tracing circles on his lovers chest. There was a soft look in Risottos eyes as he gazed at him, kneading gently at him where his hand lay at his hip. It was a look that Bruno had seen many times before directed at him, and one that he would undoubtedly see for a long while yet.
Risotto raises his free hand and cups Bruno’s face, gently rubbing his thumb over his check before leaning in and kissing him slowly. Bruno lets out a small sigh as he kisses him back, slightly chapped lips moving against soft ones. They kiss for a few moments before Risotto nips lightly at Bruno’s bottom lip before pulling back with a laugh.
“What’s so funny Risotto?”
“Morning breath.”
Bruno gives a small huff, the only indication of his amusement was the slight upturn of his lips.
“I could say the same thing for you.”
“That’s fair.”
Silence settles once more over them as Bruno reignitiates the kiss, lips moving over Risottos. They lay there together, kisses sweet and soft and the moment between them tender.
“What is it you want to do this morning Bruno?” Risotto whispers against his lips.
Bruno hums, thinking for a few moments. It had been a while since they had sex, and today was a free day. “I think I would like to feel you inside me,” Bruno murmurs with a sly smile.
“Someone woke up in a very good mood today,” Risotto jokes, eyes becoming heavy lidded at the thought.
He leans and plants a kiss on Bruno’s forehead before planting another on his nose. Risotto then starts to kiss a trail down Bruno’s neck, lightly sucking and biting as he goes, drawing sighs from his lover. Teeth graze Bruno’s collarbone and bites down, dragging a gasp out of him, and he moves his hand to roam the smaller mans chest and abdomen, gently pinching his nipple as he passes it, eliciting a small groan from Bruno. Risotto moves his mouth down to Bruno’s chest and starts to softly mouth at it, using his hand to gently pinch at the other nub.
Bruno mewls as Risotto plays with his chest, rubbing and pinching his nipples and mouthing love bites onto his formerly unmarked skin. He grasps the sheets underneath him, trying to ground himself as his partner finishes marking his chest up.
Bruno gasps as Risotto rolls them over so that his back is flush with the bed sheets, hands braced on either side of him as he keeps making his way down, marking up Bruno’s abdomen to match his mark covered neck and chest. As he moves down he gazes up into Bruno’s eyes, pupils blown wide. Bruno’s hands fly up and dig into Risottos hair when he mouths at him through his underwear, gasping sharply, toes curling as his long legs stretch.
Risotto hums from where he his, sending a slight sensation throughout his body, causing him to let out a whine. Risotto turns his head and kisses the inside of Bruno’s thighs, nipping lightly at the flesh causing Bruno to squirm and to slightly buck up his hips.
“Risotto,” Bruno breathes.
“Just lie back and let me take care of you Bruno,” Risotto whispers, moving to Bruno’s other thigh, kissing and nipping at that one too. He moves back, bringing his hands down to rest on his hips, pressing Bruno into the mattress with his weight, gently massaging the skin there. Bruno exhales as Risotto starts to gently grind his pelvis into him, erection rubbing his own through the fabric of his undergarments, both men letting out groans and whines at the sparks of pleasure it provides.
Hooking thick fingers under Bruno’s waistband, Risotto starts to pull in down, letting up slightly so that Bruno can lift his hips up to allow the garment to be taken off, before peeling back completely to slip his own underwear off. As he does so, Bruno takes a moment to catch his breath before flipping himself over onto his front, stretching his muscles out, long limbs flexing.
Risotto pulls open one of the bedside table draws and grabs the bottle of lube and a condom before returning to the bed. He slips behind Bruno, straddling the man's legs, and runs a hand down his back, leaning up to place a kiss to the back of the man's neck. Bruno's smiles into a pillow at the sweet gesture, then groans when he feels Risotto knead at his back, both hands freed at some point to work his back. Risotto lovingly massages Bruno's shoulders, moving slowly down his lovers back and placing kisses here and there, feeling him relax under his hands and lips.
"Risotto, please," Bruno trails off into a moan when Risotto shuffles down and kisses his rim, tensing slightly.
"Please what, Bruno?"
Panting slightly now, Bruno grinds his hips into the bed, trying to get some friction on his neglected shaft.
“Please, please hurry up. I don’t know how much more I can take. I need to feel you inside me soon,” he gasps out when Risotto licks teasingly at his hole, bucking to try to chase the stimulation.
“Whatever you want, love.” Sitting back, Risotto grabs the condom, ripping the foil off and tossing the wrapping somewhere off the bed. He rolls it on smoothly before grabbing the lube and squirting some onto his hand, warming it slightly between his fingers before slicking up his shaft. Bruno lays there, trying to calm himself down enough where hopefully penetration won’t cause him to come prematurely.
Bruno whimpers when he feels Risotto’s erection slip over his rim, teasing for a few moments before slowly starting to push in, allowing his lover to adjust in stages as he enters. Risotto peppers his neck once more with kisses, trying to ground himself against the feeling of Bruno’s clenching walls around him, and trying not to move too fast. The man beneath him exhales slowly, doing his best not to buck or push back against Risotto. Once Risotto is fully sheathed inside him, they both take a few moments to catch their breath, Bruno getting used to the stretch inside him.
They lay like that for a few moments, Risotto panting against his neck, placing sweet kiss to Bruno’s nape and whispering soft encouragements, causing a light tingle to go down his spine at the feeling of his lovers breath at his back. Bruno simply focuses on getting used to the intrusion, face flushed in arousal as he rests his forehead against his pillow.
“You can move now Risotto,” Bruno breathes out after a few long moments. In response, Risotto rolls his hips, eliciting a moan from Bruno, and starts to slowly pull out. Risotto draws out until the tip, then gently pushes back in, drawing out soft sighs and pleased gasps as he goes. He lightly nips Bruno’s neck again, bracing his hands once more on either side of him.
Risotto continues his slow pace, pulling out then gently pushing back in, alternating each thrust with rolls of his hips. Small whines tumble from the smaller man’s lips, Risotto biting own trembling bottom lip while he rests his forehead against his lover back in an effort to keep quiet.
Bruno lets out a keen, which draws out into a moan when Risotto starts to hit that spot inside him, breathing becoming ragged as Risotto finally started to speed up. Bruno moves to keep pace, alternating between pushing back into Risotto to meet his thrusts and grinding down into the mattress to stimulate his erection, which hasn’t been touched at all but was aching hard.
Bruno can hear the gasp and pants coming from his partner, and a warm feeling fills his chest. He taps Risotto’s hand next to him, catching the attention of the other man, who slows to an agonizing stop. Bruno carefully moves up, following with a whine when Risottos cock slips from him. He turns so that he’s facing Risotto again, who repositions himself onto his knees, hiking Bruno’s slimmer legs over his shoulders. Bruno throws his head back with a cry when Risotto renters him, fucking him at a harsher pace, thrusts becoming slightly unsteady as mewls and whines escape Bruno’s lips.
Risotto’s breathing becomes ragged once more as groans escape his lips, doing his best to keep up the pace for Bruno. It amazed him every time to see this angel under him, face flushed and lips parted, making the most sinful of sounds that was like music to Risotto. Muscles tense as pleasure builds, head thrown back in ecstasy, a privilege that only he was gifted to see.
Overcome with emotion, Risotto surges forward and captures Bruno’s lips with his own, bending him in half as his mouth moves hungrily against his. He gasps in surprise, and Risotto takes advantage of it, slipping his tongue past soft lips. Bruno groans into the kiss, Risotto slowing down his thrusts slightly, mouth swallowing the delicious noises coming out of his partner.
They lay there, sweat covered and kissing once more, with Risotto grinding slowly into his lover.
“A-ah, keep going, R-risotto,” Bruno whimpers out, pushing his hips against Risottos, trying to encourage him to speed up again. Risotto’s lips curl up slightly and complies, resuming his slow thrusts from before. Bruno jerks his head back as he does so, letting out a keen as his prostate is hit head on with each thrust, the cock inside of him brushing and pressing on it with each pass. Risotto takes the opportunity to kiss up the other side of Bruno’s neck, marking it up like he had the other side with bites and wet kisses.
Pumping in and out of Bruno, Risotto quietly pants out small encouragements.
“You’re so beautiful, so sweet like an angel, my love. Would my angel like to come soon?” Risotto croons out.
“Y-yes, please, Risotto,” he moans out, panting hard and heels pressing into his back. “ A-ah , that feels so good! You feel so good inside of me, I'm getting close. Risotto, harder ~!”
The built up tension inside Risotto snaps, and he grips tightly at Bruno’s thighs, fingers digging into the flesh as he pounds into his lover, snarling at Bruno’s encouraging words. The room fills with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, low and guttural moans filling the air.
“Is that better, love?” Risotto punctuates this with a hard thrust, making Bruno wail and insides clench. “Does that make you feel good? To have me inside you, turning you into mush?”
“Yes, oh my God, don’t stop, it feels so good!” Bruno blabbers, tears starting to run down his checks at the building pleasure, one hand sliding up to grip at some of Risotto’s hair, the other gliding up his spine. “Please, please, Risotto ~!”
Risotto bites down on Bruno’s neck, growling as he snaps his hips forward, pistoning into his lover. Delightful noises fall from Bruno’s lips, back arching off the bed in a curve. The noise in the room escalates, moans and cries of pleasure bouncing off the walls of the bedroom into the morning air.
“Tell me Bruno, my little angel, how much do you love it when I fuck you? To be at my mercy, touching you like this?”
“ A-ah~ ! I love the way you fill me up, it is like you were made to be inside me. Nobody has ever fucked me like you do, no one,” he sobs out. “It feels so good, im almost there-!”
Risotto moves his head so that he's gazing into Bruno’s bright blue eyes.
“I want to hear you scream my name when you cum. Can you do that for me?” Risotto purrs out.
“Yes, yes , I can do that!”
“I want you to cum for me then,” Risotto murmurs, eyes intense as they bore into Bruno’s own.
" Risotto !" With a keening howl, Bruno comes, seeing stars as his back arches off the bed, taut as ropes of cum splattered across his abdomen. Risotto follows shortly after with a long, drawn out groan, stilling inside his lover.
Risotto gently lowers himself off of Bruno after a few seconds, desperately trying to catch his breath. Bruno lets out a weak whimper at the movement, completely limp as his partner pulls out completely. The two laid there catching their breaths for a couple of minutes before Risotto gets up, dumping the used condom in the trash. He disappears into the bathroom, only reappearing with a damp hand towel and a glass of water.
“You doing okay Bruno?” he questions quietly, sitting on the bed and handing the glass to him.
“I’m fine,” Bruno responds breathlessly, accepting the glass and allowing Risotto to maneuver him into a sitting position, muscles still weak. He drinks the water quickly as Risotto cleans him up, starting with his neck and working his way down. Once he is clean, Risotto retreats back to the bathroom, taking Bruno’s empty glass with him.
When he returns, Bruno is watching him from where he rests against the headboard. Risotto slips back into bed, gently pulling Bruno down with him to rest the other man’s head against his chest.
“Did you drink something?” Bruno quietly asks, voice laced with exhaustion.
“Yes, I had some water like you did.”
Bruno lets out a hum, “Good, good.” Silence falls between them for a few minutes before Bruno lets out a small laugh.
“Good morning Risotto.”
“Good morning Bruno.”
Bruno shifts slightly, listening to his lovers steady heartbeat.
“Love you,” Bruno murmurs, eyes drifting closed as he succumbs to the call of sleep.
“Love you too, my angel,” replies Risotto, who pulled the blankets back over them, following his lover into sleep.