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“I’m going to the restroom,” Giorno said casually, lifting his napkin from his lap and letting it fall onto the table near his plate. “I don’t suppose I’ll see you there.”
“You never know, Boss,” Mista replied with a wink. “Sure would be a funny coincidence if I hadda go, too.”
Giorno only smiled, shooting his partner a knowing look from under his blond lashes before turning away and walking towards the bathroom with a slightly exaggerated sway of his slender hips. Mista’s eyes followed greedily, but he forced himself to wait a long moment before leaving his seat and following.
“What a funny coincidence indeed,” Giorno laughed when the door to the handicapped stall swung open. The gangster couple had a routine by now; Mista always knew where to look to find his deviant boss. “Come here,” he commanded, his voice low and sultry.
Mista obeyed without a second thought, as he always did for Giorno. Their chests crushed together, their arms wound around each other’s backs, they stumbled back into the corner of the stall. Giorno pushed Mista away for a moment, pointing to the mercifully clean-looking toilet.
The brunet immediately sat down on the closed lid, spreading his legs for added stability, and began fumbling with his belt buckle; Giorno, impatient, hovered before him, kissing him hungrily on the mouth, the neck, even crouching down to press his lips against the gunman’s tanned midriff. With a groan, Mista pulled out his cock, thick and swollen, a dark beige dusted with coarse black curls at the base. Giorno impetuously licked the round head, his green eyes flickering up to meet Mista’s, only for the brunet to thrust his fingers into Giorno’s carefully styled hair and pump his cock up into his mouth.
Giorno nearly gagged, but he was practiced at relaxing his throat and breathing through his nose. He took Mista’s cock to the root a few times in quick succession before tapping the man’s thigh, silently asking to be let up.
His plea was answered; Mista loosened his grip on Giorno’s head, dragging his fingers down his back and firmly grabbing his slim waist. “Are you--”
“All prepared,” Giorno answered, bright eyes shining. Mista chuckled and undid the younger man’s belt, unzipped his fly, pulled down his expensive silk pants. He reached around to feel between Giorno’s toned cheeks--ah yes, there it was, the jeweled end of his favorite buttplug. Grinning, he tugged at it firmly, hearing it emerge with a familiar pop.
“C’mere,” he said, patting his lap, tucking the plug into Giorno’s jacket pocket, where it made an obscene bulge in the fabric. The blond settled onto Mista’s thighs without a moment’s hesitation, sinking down onto his cock. Mista let out a deep moan of satisfaction as he felt himself buried in the tight heat of Giorno’s ass, and his hands moved to grope the blond’s buttocks. “Fuck, Giogio, just like that… You’re, haa, always ready for me… Such a slut, taking it from your own underboss in a public toilet, anyone could walk in and hear… Yeah, moan for me, bitch!”
And Giorno let himself be noisy, although he was never very loud in bed--that was Mista’s specialty--whimpering as he rode his lover’s thick cock, feeling it stretch his sensitive walls wide, angling himself so that the man’s swollen bell-end would brush against his prostate every time he lifted his hips and then sat back down. “Oh... God, Guido, you feel so good…”
“You like how I fuck you?” Mista hissed, grabbing Giorno’s hips and slamming him down onto his lap, making the smaller man squeak with surprise. “Everyone thinks you’re the most dangerous man in Italy...but I can make you fall apart with just my cock!”
“Yes, Guido, yes,” Giorno panted, moving his hips in little circles, letting himself be lifted like a ragdoll. His head lolled back, his pale neck exposed, as he chased his high. “Please...harder, deeper...just a little more…” His fist closed over his leaking cock, starting to move over the reddened flesh, doubling his pleasure.
Mista was approaching his peak too, his breathing harsh and fast, his pupils dilated so that his eyes looked nearly black. He leaned forward to bite Giorno’s earlobe, whispering, “Is this how you like to be fucked? Like a whore anyone can use? Gonna leave your number on the wall, cockslut ?”
Giorno cried out, his hand tightening around his slick cock, and came all over both of their stomachs. His anus clenched around Mista, and the brunet came hard only a moment after his lover, thrusting up into Giorno’s ass as far as he could reach. He pulled out slowly, relishing the wet, sticky sound, and pushed the plug Giorno had been wearing earlier back into his used hole. “I know you like it inside,” he murmured, nibbling at the blond’s ear, gently encouraging him to stand so they could get cleaned up.
Giorno’s legs were weak from climax, but he stood and leaned against the wall, breathing deeply. “We were pretty loud,” he admitted, dabbing at the drops of cum which had landed on his suit with a handkerchief he kept in his pocket. Mista was busily tearing off strips of toilet paper and mopping himself clean with significantly less finesse.
The gunman shrugged. “Who cares? We eat here all the time, our tips prob’ly keep ‘em afloat. The staff can pretend they didn’t hear anything.”
Giorno cracked a smile. “You’re right. I just worry it doesn’t suit my reputation. ”
“What, you don’t want the world to know Don Giovanna is a bottom?” Mista snorted, and Giorno had to resist the urge to smack his lover across the face for his typically insolent tone. It wasn’t too hard to resist, though, because that spirit of insubordination was exactly what drew him to Mista in the first place.
“I love you, dumbass.”
“You too, amore.”