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« You know, this is not what I had in mind when I told you to train your torture skills. »

Bruno’s voice was muffled in that room filled with flora. Giorno had summoned him in his office and when Bruno had entered, he hadn’t recognize the room. 

Everything had been turned into plants, big, exotic, luxurious and gorged with life. 
The general scent was strong and heady, fresh but intoxicating.

Giorno was sitting in the middle of it, on a mound made of comfortable grass and leaves. 
It was very humid, saturated in oxygen. 

There were insects, fireflies and butterflies flying lazily all around, while some ladybugs kept buzzing from time to time. There was also a huge, white snake, resting near Giorno, his tongue showing slowly sometimes as it hissed gently.

Surprised at first, Bruno had let his guard down, as he usually did around Giorno, because he trusted his Don blindly. So he found himself unable to use Sticky Fingers when vines crawled quickly up his legs to restrain his hands. 

Giorno was smiling, still sitting there, intense eyes staring at the older capo. 

It was strange, Bruno thought, a soft light was shinning on them from what must be the roof, as if real rays of sunshine were piercing through the thick leaves. 

The vines grew taller and were digging in the meat of Bruno’s thighs, so Bruno chuckled and told Giorno that it wasn’t what he had in mind when he said Giorno should think about his torture skills. 

Out of all his men, Giorno was the only one that Bruno never taught about the fine art of torture. 
Some were naturals, like Mista, but some were still messy and unable to keep control, like Fugo. 

Giorno smirked and laid his elbow on a branch, to press his cheek against his fist. 
« No ? Well, I believe this could still be a good training. » 

Bruno felt his cheeks warm up and he tried to pull on the vines. They were terribly solids. Good. 

« In that case, you should be careful, you know my stand, and I could still- »

The older man was already summoning the fists of his stand to try and punch the vines, but these suddenly grew fast and thick, pulling Bruno’s arms up, were more vines grew down to come and wrap around his hands tightly. 
It was a natural trap.

Bruno let out a soft whimper of surprise, his cheeks growing even hotter. He sucked on his teeth, an odd habit he had when he was left helpless. 

« Are you patronizing me, Buccellati ? » 

Giorno crossed his legs, and the white snake slowly slid over his back and around his shoulders. God, the young man knew how to make himself look impressive. Bruno couldn’t help but clench his teeth, feeling shots of arousal running through his body, straight to his groin. 

« I didn’t mean to, Godfather. » Bruno said, in a worked, perfected, solemn tone. It wasn’t maching his red cheeks and cloudy eyes, though. 
Giorno let out a pleased hum, his free fingers coming to caress the snake’s head softly.

« Well, I need to punish you for something, right ? » 

Giorno finally stood up, and Bruno felt a full shiver run up and down his body. 

It has been a few months now, that they finally, finally admitted their feelings to each others, even though the fooling around had been there for way more longer. 
Lately, Giorno had been very dominant and willing to take full control during sex, which was new for Bruno, he wasn’t use to let go like this. 
But once again, he trusted Giorno with his life, always had.

Giorno planted himself in front of Bruno, and the older man was reminded of how tall Giorno grew up shortly after they met, after they beat Diavolo and took over Naples. 
The man had hit 195 cm, said it was running in his genes. He was huge, beautiful, even closer to these statues you could find in museum. 

Still, this hadn’t change their dynamic. All of this was new.
Not that Bruno was complaining. Letting go completely always felt good, especially for him, which was the Don’s right hand, the one Giorno relied on the most. 

« Focus, Bruno. » Giorno whispered, and Bruno suddenly noticed that the snake was slowly but surely wrapping around him. Its big, shiny red eyes were strangely familiar. 
« Tell me why I should release you. » 

Bruno had no idea. He told himself he didn’t want to be released, as he let his head fall forward slightly, his hair falling on his face and tickling his cheeks. But this was a game. He needed to play the role Giorno wanted him to. 

« Because, without me you’d be lost. » He said with a small smirk, looking up just enough for his eyes to catch Giorno’s. The snake hissed as it hugged Bruno’s waist, tight enough to make his breath stutter. 
He could hear his clothes creak and slowly tear under the pressure. 

So this is how Giorno had planned on getting him naked, then. 

Bruno groaned, it was uncomfortable, hurt even a bit, but just enough to spark the flames of desire in his belly. 

« Oh, really ? I don’t know, are you this vital to my organization ? » Giorno asked in a silky voice, as he walked around Bruno, plants and flowers parting eerily under his feet. 
Once was out of sight, Bruni felt his fingers grab on his jacket and pull on it with no effort, the fabric giving under the tug and tearing completely.

Bruno was left half naked, or, well, skin still covered in his tight, black signature lace. 

« You know you wouldn’t last two minutes without me, little boy. » Bruno groaned, patronizing indeed, because it was his job to provoke Giorno into torturing him more – he got it. 

Sick game, for sick people. Bruno was used to that part of the job, and it was bound to bleed in their sex lives, especially when a pair formed inside the family. 

Giorno groaned and grabbed Bruno’s ass from behind, pressing his whole body against his, as he suddenly bit down on his tensed shoulder. 
Bruno almost let out a cry, but he himself had been intensely trained to endure torture. Any kind of it. 

Giorno gently kissed the bite and brought his lips to Bruno’s ear, whispering : « Are you sure to be in a position where you can belittle me ? » 

The snake rose up, facing Bruno and staring at him, as it slowly opened his mouth to hiss menacingly. 
It froze Bruno’s blood in his vein, even though he knew Giorno would never hurt him like this. 
He quivered slightly, and tried not to look down. There was something about this snake… Was it it’s pearly white skin, or his ruby eyes, or that furious aura emaning from it ? 

Giorno made a move, and suddenly the snake relaxed, and slowly, really slowly slid down Bruno’s body, it’s firm embrace pressing in every ways to feed the fire in his guts. Bruno would have been distrubed if he wasn’t sure it was just one of Giorno’s tool. 

Once the threat of the snake far away from him, Bruno couldn’t help but to visibly relax.

Giorno let out a soft chuckle behind him, making his hair rise on his nape. 
« Don’t relax too much, i’m barely starting. » 

Giorno’s voice was still soft and sensual, this never changed, and it could easily crawl under Bruno’ skin and captivate him. 
Bruno sucked on his teeth and bit his lower lip, throwing his head back against Giorno’ shoulder when the blond slid his hands on Bruno’s hips and stomach. Then, he worked his belt and fly quickly, to push his pants down and out of the way, leaving Bruno only wearing that black body lace that higged his skin so perfectly. 

Even Giorno broke his character, his hands unable to stay put, fingers slipping over the fabric, over Bruno’ skin, nails grazing and catching the lace. « You’re so sexy, you’re killing me. » Giorno whispered against his hair, breath short. 

It made Bruno shiver and for a few seconds, he really wanted to free his hands so he could turn around and touch Giorno back. But no could do. 

Giorno’s fingers slid on his thighs and digged in the meat of them, pushing them appart, forcing Bruno into spreading his legs. 

« Giorno… » Bruno whispered, voice soft and encouraging. 

« Have you given up already ? » Giorno whispered back, as Bruno pushed his ass against Giorno, to try and feel him closer. 

Admittedly, it was getting harder to keep up with their roleplay. But Bruno could do it. « In your dreams, kid. » 

Whack. 

Bruno tensed and tried really hard not to moan loudly, as Giorno just spanked him, harsh enough for the sound to bounce back against every leaved of the plants filling the room.

« Fuck ! » he let out anyway, his body surging forward to try and flee by instinct. Giorno’s hands grabbed his hips to ground him back against him, as Bruno’s head fell forward, hiding how hard he was blushing. 

« Call me kid once again, go on. » 
Giorno’s voice was suave, but in a poisonous way. Oh, did Bruno want to indulge. 

« That’s what you are, Giovan- »
Giorno didn’t even wait for him to finish before he hit his ass hard once again, the burn of it making Bruno’s knees buckle. 
This time, the older man let out a small cry of pain mixed with pleasure. 
Maybe because of that, Giorno felt compelled to hit his ass again, watching the skin turn a soft red under his predicament. 
Bruno cried again, through gritted teeth, and he even threw his head back, between his raised arms. 
« God, Giorno… » Bruno whimpered. 

The blond wrapped and arm around Bruno’s waist, and his hand travelled down to press his palm against Bruno’s crotch. 
He was hard, straining against the delicate fabric of his body, the lace digging even a bit in the warm and hard flesh of his cock. 

Bruno hummed when he felt his palm caress him gently, his head tilting on the side. It let his neck exposed, perfect for Giorno to bite him once more. 
A shiver ran over Bruno, goosebumps appearing all over his skin. 

« Let’s say you’d be useful, what could I use you for ? » Giorno purred, and he pushed the lace aside to let Bruno’s cock spring free. 
Another shiver. 

« I’m a handyman, I can do anything you want me to. » Bruno said, his voice barely trembling. He was good, very good, Giorno thought as his fingers wrapped around Bruno’s cock softly, moving his hand up and down in a slow, barely there rythm. 

« Really ? What could your hands do that the other couldn’t ? » Giorno said, making himself almost bored, not interested by this discussion. His own cock, pressing against the small of Bruno’s back, was making it obvious that he was actually really into it. 

Bruno wasn’t liking the way Giorno was only teasing him. He needed more friction, more contact. « I’d be way better jerking you off, for a starter. » He drawled, rolling his hips to try to fuck Giorno’s hand. 

Giorno groaned and let go of Bruno, and the older man whined without thinking, frustrated. « Giorno ! » 

Giorno chuckled, « Oh ? I guess I wasn’t that bad. » 

Bruno sucked on his teeth, bit his lips, breath quick and sharp, as he opened his eyes and looked up at the vines around his fists. 
He was decided, wanted to free himself. So he started thrashing about, his weight pulling on the twisting vines. 
It took Giorno by surprise but he was quick to react. 

Gold Experience Requiem appeared and raised its hands, solid, thin trees growing right in front of Bruno in what looked like prison bars.
It made Bruno stop moving as he noticed that the same kind of bars had grown next and behind him. 

In a flick of his wrist, Gold Experience made the bars slide closer to Bruno, trapping between them, and making it impossible for him to move so freely again. 

He was trapped in a cage made of trees.
If he leaned in just a bit, his ass pressed nicely against it, and he could rest his forehead too. 

« That’s hot. » Giorno noted out loud, and the snake hissed in approval somwhere behind Bruno. 

It only made Bruno’s cock twitch with want, and he tried to pull on the vines again, but the bars only slid closer, closing on him.
Bruno whimpered and his eyes widened. « Giorno… » 
His voice was almost pleading. 

He was ready, Giorno thought. « Anything else you’re better at ? » He asked teasingly still, and had Gold Experience bring him a small bottle of what Bruno identified as lube. 

Bruno’s breath was heavy enough for Giorno to hear from were he was, as he poured lube on his fingers. 
« I’m good… I’m good for you, Don Giovanna. I can be so good for you. » Bruno whispered, giving in, as he arched even more so the wooden bars would press viciously against the tender meat of his ass. 
It was such a sexy view, Giorno wanted to pat himself on the back for this idea. 

Instead, he walked closer to the cage and immeditaly slipped his fingers between Bruno’s asscheeks. He rubbed and spread the lube here, against Bruno’s warmth, while his free hand reached up to touch Bruno’s tense back. He drew the soft curve of his spine through his lace, watching as Bruno’ skin covered in goosebumps. 

Giorno slowly pushed his finger inside Bruno, wondering if his capo was really ready. The Don was always so impatient, he tended to forget that sometimes Bruno needed to be in thee mood too. 

He wanted to hug him from behind, but the bars kept him from doing so, so his hand on Bruno’s back flew up to grab a bar and he leaned in, pushing his finger deeper inside Bruno. 

« Tell me how much you want this, Buccellati. » he ordered, and Bruno shivered from head to toe. 

He let his head fall again as he pushed himself back, spreading his legs. « I want you Giorno, I need you so bad. » 
Bruno was always discreet on how he felt and what he really wanted. To hear him give in like that was always turning Giorno on even more. 

« How bad ? » He asked as he moved his finger, out, pushed it in again, and then fucked Bruno with it. His hand on the bar was gripping it so hard it was creaking audibly. 

The cage was made to trap Buccellati, but it also teased Giorno, stopping him from jumping on his beloved prey. 

« So bad, Giorno, I want to feel you inside me, I want you to keep me there and use me as you please, I want to be good for you. »

Giorno felt all of his blood rush down to his cock, feeling dizzy for a few seconds, as Bruno knew exactly what he wanted to hear. 
He pushed a second finger inside him, relishing in the soft moans Bruno was letting out, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted for him to get dizzy too, to suffocate on the overflowing oxygen in the room and to come undone so much he’ll pass out. 

These bars were truly a punishment on both side, he thought as he crooked his fingers inside Bruno, making him jump softly. The older man tried to muffle his moan, so Giorno did it again.

« Scream for me, Buccellati. » Giorno groaned as he pressed his face between two bars, his mouth tingling as he wanted to bite down on Bruno’ skin really bad. 

Bruno bit his lower lip. He really wanted to be good for Giorno, wanted to believe, just foe a few minutes, that he only existed ro please him, but he still had a hard time letting go completely. 

Giorno pushed a third finger inside him and Bruno tried to choke down his moans of pain and pleasure, but he forced them out and he was rewarded by a moan from Giorno. 

« Please, Don Giovanna, I’m ready, please fuck me. » Bruno whispered, pliant, as he arched to press all of his body back against the cage. 

Giorno didn’t hesitate one bit before he nipped at the skin of Bruno’s nape, through his hair, and he took his fingers out of him, quickly fumbling with his belt.

It took a few seconds for him to free his erection from his tight clothes, but he cursed, his hurry making it more difficult than it should be.
Bruno bit his lower lip not to laugh, sometimes Giorno acted like the younger man he actually was, and Bruno’s heart swelled even more, full of genuine love for his Don. 

« Take your time, I’m not going anywhere. » Bruno whispered, as he slowly moved his butt against the the bars, and he heard Giorno’s breath catch in his throat. 

But the next second, the young Don was grabbing his hips and making him still his movements, to slip his cock between his cheeks. 
« I could keep you here, you know ? I’d get to watch that sinful body of yours while I work, and fuck you whenever I decide to. » Giorno said casually, his soft voice wrapping around him like the white snake earlier. 

Bruno had a reflex movement of pressing his thighs together as he whimpered, but he immediatly assumed his previous position back, spreading his legs a bit farther even.
« You could… Or you could have me on your desk. Under your desk, between your legs, anywhere you want me, Giorno. » Bruno whispered back, as he rolled his hips back against Giorno.

« You’re greedy, Buccellati. » Giorno feigned to scold him, as he let the tip of his cock catch the rim of Bruno’s twitching hole. 
Bruno groaned and his tightened his fists in the restraints of vines, his body trembling with how much he wanted to be fucked, to be touched by Giorno. 

« Please, Giorno, touch me. » He whimpered, his cock neglected for too long. The lace of his underwear was cruelly digging in the flesh of his inner thigh, burning him slightly, but the uncomfortable sensation only made him more desperate to be touched.

Giorno hummed, voice low and rumbling in his throat. Bruno could almost feel it against him, even though the bars were keeping them appart just enough for they body not to press together. 

« Breathe. » Giorno warned as he grabbed his cock with one hand and led it against Bruno’s hole to slowly push inside him. He was lubbed up, Bruno noticed, and he couldn’t help but feel relieved – too many times had Giorno forgotten the basics because he absolutely needed to fuck him right here right now. 

As Giorno slowly sank inside Bruno, in slow thrusts to open him up, his free hand slid on Bruno’s thigh, caressing his skin with the tip of his fingers, brushing, making him shiver even more, until they found his neglected cock and wrapped around the warm shaft. He tugged softly, dragging a long moan out of Bruno, and pushing himself inside him harder, almost to the hilt. His fingers slipped down to fondle his balls gently, and at this point Giorno was completely pressed against the cage, taking advantage of their new size difference.

Bruno spread his legs wider, on the tip of his toes, and he threw his head back, his mouth open letting out sharp breaths. « Please, Giorno, fuck me. » He begged, voice lower than usual.

Giorno hummed in approval and slowly pulled back, until his cock was completely out, before he pushed back inside, forcing his way in. 
It made Bruno cry, and Giorno rewarded him by wrapping his fingers around his cock again to pump it nice and fast, just how he has learnt Buccellati loved it. Tight and quick, then slow, but still tight, always tight. 

Giorno kept pulling out almost completely, before jamming back inside Bruno, his other hand on his hip to keep him in place as he even bent his knees to make sure to get as deep as he physically could. 
It made Bruno’s body slam forward everytime, and it was so overwhelming that the older man couldn’t help but reflexively try to crawl away from it but the damn bars were making it impossible. All he could do was endure the overwhelming sensations and he loved it. 

« Giorno, you feel so good, gh, so good inside me ! » Bruno tried to say, his voice broken, and his words tumbling out of his mouth barely articulated. 

Giorno groaned in pleasure, and his pace changed, as he started to fuck Bruno in earnest, his hips slamming against Bruno’s ass as much as the bars were letting him. It was uncomfortable, but it was good, it was hot, and Giorno really felt like he was using Bruno, like this. 
It was almost embarassing, and Giorno’s loving instinct kept trying to kick in, but all he allowed himself to do was to kiss Bruno’s nape or his head. 
They were new to this roleplay thing, it was still very clumsy, almost awkward, but they were getting better at it. 

« Gh, Gio… Am I, good for you, Don Giovanna ? » Bruno asked in a broken voice as he was loosing himself in the sheer pleasure of being fucked, of being touched, and restrained by his lover. Nothing else mattered, at this very moment, but Giorno inside him, around him, against him. Everytime Giorno slid inside, he could feel him fill him and crush the sensitive nerves, making his knee buckle and his legs tremble enough for him to end up hanging from his arms, his whole body useless as it was drowned in waves of pleasure. 

Giorno fastened his pace, groaning loudly in pleasure. Seeing Bruno take it like this, give himself up to what Giorno was doing to him, submitting completely, it just pushed him over the edge quicker than he wanted it to. 

His cock kept pounding inside Bruno, and he tried desperately not to come, but he was loosing his grip on himself. 
He had to pull out and grab his own cock to stop himself from coming, letting go of Bruno, and his forehead pressed against the back of Bruno’s.

The older man moaned in frustration, ans he tried to look behind him but to no avail. 
« Giorno, please… » 
His low voice was completely broken, and oh, Giorno would love to try and see if he could keep him like this for a while, but even himself was too needy to try it. 

Another idea made its way in his mind. 
He walked around the cage, to face Bruno, and as soon as he was in front of him, they both surged forward to kiss through the bars, hot and desperate. 
Giorno’s wet hands went to grab Bruno’s face, to caress his jaw and his neck, and the older man ended up breaking their kiss to wince slightly. « I hope you didn’t stop just to lube my face up. » 

Giorno laughed softly, but his cock jumped, needy. He wasn’t sure why it did, lubing Bruno’s face didn’t seem really sexy. 

« Let’s try something else. I know you’re flexible, if you  can raise your legs up I can fuck you from up front. »
He smiled in that calm way that always was full of inuendo. 
Giorno was still incredibly pretty, even though he suddenly became so much taller and beefed up. 

Bruno bit his lower lip and his slowly started to raise hiss legs up, sliding them through the bars, using all of his strength in his arms and abs. 
He looked like a very skilled pole dancer, Giorno thought and his cock jumped again. He rushed forward to grab Bruno’s ass and help him up, making sure Bruno’s legs could rest on his shoulders. 

The position was akward because of the bars but they also helped support Bruno’s back, and like this, Giorno could easily slip back inside of him, and he did so, pushing his cock right inside him in one go, making Bruno cry in pleasure again. 

« God… Giorno… Please, am I… » 

Giorno was already plowing him, hard and fast, his forehead pressed against a bar, and it made it hard for Bruno to talk, but he needed to hear it. 
« Am I good… ? » He whimpered, his eyes glassy with pleasure, foggy and lost in Giorno’s. 
The blond wrapped a hand around Bruno’s cock again to jerk it fast and tight, and Bruno moaned so loud that Giorno knew he was close. The way his body clenched around him, the way his tense abs were trembling, probably burning form the strain, the way his eyes were becoming really unfocused…

« You’re so beautiful… » Giorno whispered, keeping what Bruno wanted to hear from him until the very last moment. He was about to come too, and he knew he couldn’t bring Bruno to his climax before him, he needed just a bit more. 
« Bruno… » Giorno moaned, looking right in his eyes as he felt himself tense and unload inside Bruno in warm spurts, « You’re so good to me Bruno, you’ve always been so, so good to me… You’re perfect for me. » He groaned and fastened the pace of his hand as he kept fucking inside him, ignoring how sensitive he was becoming himself.

« Giorno… » Bruno choked on his stangled moan, as he threw his head back, his body moving in rythm with Giorno to feel even more. 

Giorno bit his lower lip, and he smiled softly as he finally said, « I love you. » 

Bruno came, his whole body tensing a few seconds in the effort, before he became completely limp, his cock twitching in Giorno’s hand, his warm sperm slowly covering Giorno’s fingers. 

The bars disappeared and Giorno pulled out, let Bruno’s legs down slowly, before wrapped his arms around him to kiss him lazily. The vines around Bruno’s hands didn’t come off, though, and, breathless, Bruno broke their kiss again. 

« You’re not seriously going to keep me there, right ? » He asked, sluggish but still trying to look stern. 

Giorno smirked and leaned in to burry his face in Bruno’s neck. His scent was always the best after sex. 

« Fine… » Giorno feigned a pout, as the vines disappeared and Bruno’s arms fell, limp around Giorno’s broad shoulders. 

They stayed like this for a few seconds, lazy and loving, as the plants slowly disappeared. 
The jungle around them was still very luxurious when Bruno finally broke the comfortable silence. 

« Giorno… »

« Hm ? »

« Did you turn Fugo into a snake ? »