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"I just don't think it would work", Narancia's voice was as obnoxiously loud as always as he and Mista walked into the living room of their current hideout. Giorno was laying on the couch enjoying the quiet of his free day. That was until Mista and Narancia returned from their mission and were now arguing. He sat up.
"Giorno back me up. Somnophila is like really hot, right?" Mista ask causally and lets himself plop down on the couch next to Giorno.
Giorno snorted. This was what these two were arguing about? "I'm not that into it but sure. As long as it stays consensual."
Narancia was still standing in the middle of the room, squinting his eyes in confusion. "It's just... wouldn't you wake up?", he said sitting down on the floor and looking up at Giorno and Mista, "It'd be no fun if you had to be careful to not wake the other up"
"That's the point. Seeing someone wake up under you, still sleepdrunk, unable to control themselves? Damn I think I could get even Abbaccio to let some moans slip for once" Mista said with a dreamy look.
"But if you're that worried about waking the other one up, you don't have to be the one awake...I could do it without waking you" Giorno said.
"Wha-? You? Now way! I would wake up! Plus, no offense, but what are yougonna do? Just wait around till I get a sleep boner?" Narancia almost shouted.
Giorno leand, back crossing his arms in front of his chest looking very confident. "I bet I could get you hard and sit completely down on your dick before you wake up."
Mista sputtered looking between Narancia and Giorno. Narancia hold Giorno's gaze.
"What are we betting on?"
"If I lose I'm going to convince Bruno and Fugo to give you a week with out math practice."
"You're on."
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As much as Abbachio loved each and everyone of his team, nothing beat the quiet of having half of them gone on a mission and being able to relax outside of his room for once. Narancia was snoring softly on the couch, he probably stayed up all night doing whatever and had picked up some groceries in the morning. With Buccellati gone, Abbachio was in charge of cooking, maybe Giorno would help him. But for now he sat down in the armchair next to the couch, a steaming cup of tea in one hand the book he was currently reading in the other.
After half an hour of blissful quite the front door opened and Giorno shuffled inside, carrying a heavy looking bag. He shot a glance into the living room, greeting Abbachio with a short nod. However as soon as his eyes landed on Narancia's sleeping form he sat down the bag.
"Did he do anything exhausting?" Giorno whispered. Abbachio was taken aback by that question. Why would Giorno care about what Narancia did when he himself just came back from a mission?
"He just got some groceries." Abbacchio answered not quite whispering but in a soft tone.
Giorno licked his lips. "Than it's fair game" he shed his shirt and started unbuttoning his pants.
That was it. Abbacchio couldn't follow what was going on anymore.
"Oi what the fuck are you doing Giovanna?" he whisper-yelled.
"Don't wake him!" Giorno hissed back "We have a bet... He thinks I couldn't sit on his cock without waking him. So don't ruin it for me" Giorno explained in a whisper as he slipped down his pants and boxer in one go.
Yeah a bet over something sexual sounded like Narancia, but Giorno? Though Abbacchio wasn't one to complain. Don't get him wrong, Abbacchio couldn't stand Giorno, or more precisely his attitude and the way he acted as if he was above it all. But seeing Giorno strip and confidently showing of his small scars on his chest was eye candy, the way his hips swayed, inviting Abbachio to watch, left him half hard already.
When Giorno reached the couch he shot Abbachio another glance, his eyes instantly settling on his crotch. Giorno grinned. That little brat had the audacity to grin at the bulge in Abbacchio's pants and the way he licked his lips again, didn't help.
Giorno carefully climbed between Narancia's legs and quickly worked his pants open, taking ahold of Narancia's soft length and gently stroking it. After shuffling a bit around to get a good angle, Giorno leaned forward placing small kisses up and down Narancia's slowly stiffening dick. He looked up and met Abbacchio's gaze, grinning he went back to stroking Narancia.
"Abbacchio, wanna make a bet?" he asked in a low voice, eyeing Abbacchio up and down and licking his lips again, just because he knew it rilled Abbacchio up like hell "if I can take Narancia's dick without him waking up, I get to peg you."
Abbacchio gulped. They didn't do favorites in their relationship, never have, but Abbacchio did have a least favorite when it came to the romantic stuff. Now he would never kick Giorno out or have him leave, he just didn't prefer his company, but in bed? Giorno Giovanna was a great lay. He'd never admit it but the prospect of Giorno fucking him was a fantasy come true.
He shot a glance at Narancia's face, his brows slightly knitted, he stirred then his face relaxed again. Narancia was a light sleeper, which was something that just came with the life as a mafioso. Surely he'd wake up soon. Might as well make this a real challenge for Giorno.
"If you can bounce on his lap three times before he wakes, I let you fuck me" Abbacchio answered, trying to look as unaffected as possible.
Giorno grinned. Eager but still gentle stroked Narancia to hardness. The way Narancia's dick slowly filled out in Giorno's grip, beginning to twich whenever Giorno squeezed the base, had Abbacchio wishing it were his cock Giorno was stroking.
Giorno got up again and positioned himself over Narancia's dick. His right hand wandering down to his pussy and shoving two fingers inside roughly working himself open to make the slide easier. His head rolled back in bliss as he inserted a third finger. Abbachio knew Giorno was putting on a show just to tease him. But he'd be damn if he wouldn't enjoy it. He zipped his pants down and took ahold of his own erection, jerking it in tact to Giorno's movements.
Narancia shifted in his sleep. Giorno better kept going. But he didn't seem to notice. Instead he was spreading his folds to give Abbacchio a better view on where his fingers disappeared into his wet hole.
Fuck. If it weren't for the fact that Narancia was about to wake up, Abbacchio would watch for hours.
"Oi he's about to wake" he hissed at Giorno.
Giorno's head snapped forward. He took a look at Narancia's face. Grinning he pulled his fingers out. Stroking Narancia one more time then holding him in place. His looked up holding Abbacchio's gaze.
"If I didn't knew better, I'd say you almost want me to win our bet" he whispered teasing.
"Shut the fuck up"
Giorno winked and then, still holding eye contact with Abbacchio, lowered himself on Narancia's dick.
His pussy made wet squelching sound as Narancia's dick slipped in and Giorno had to bite his lip to suppress a moan. The sight of Narancia's dick disappearing in Giorno, inch after inch, and Giorno's eyes glazing over with pleasure, was almost to good to be true. Abbacchio stroked his dick faster.
When Giorno's hips met Narancia's he sighted and braced himself against the couch, refraining from touching Narancia in fear it would wake him. Narancia let out soft mewls, but was still very much asleep. Giorno took a moment to adjust then pulled back up. Narancia's cock glistening slightly with Giorno's fluids. God Abbacchio wished it were his dick that now disappeared back into Giorno, as he slamed his hips down, the fear of waking Narancia forgotten. Narancia moaned in his sleep, shifted and unconsciously bucked his hips.
Giorno threw his head back to get his hair out of the way, his braid already falling apart, and looked back at Abbacchio.
"One", he said holding up a finger and slowly pulled back up. Narancia dick slipping out till the head, as if to mock Abbacchio.
Giorno lowered his hips again. Quick but not forcefully. He pulled back up holding up a second finger.
"Two"
Narancia shifted again and the thrill of Narancia waking almost send Abbachio over the edge. He squeezed the base of his dick and looked back at Giorno. He eyes almost pleading.
Giorno grinned and placed his hands on Narancia waste for leverage and then began riding him for real. His hips going up and down on Narancia's.
His eyes looking hat Abbachio's dick and watching him jerk of.
Suddenly there were hands on Giorno's hips and voice thick with sleep moaned out his name.
"I win" Giorno exclaimed breathless and Abbachio wasn't sure who he was talking to.
"Fuck I didn't think you'd actually do it", Narancia gasped and began thrusting up, "not that I'm complaining just lemme..." He grabbed Giorno's hips and flipped him over so he was on top. His gaze flickered up and meet Abbachio's.
"Oh hi Abbachio. Enjoying the show?" Narancia teased and then pistoned back into Giorno efficiently fucking him into the couch.
Loud moans from Giorno and wet squelches of Narancia's dick entering him filled the room.
Abbachio couldn't ask for better jerk off material.
"Fuck Giorno you're so thight. Are you close?" Narancia asked.
Giorno could only nod. Narancia brought his hand down and began stroking Giorno's clit.
"Shit you feel so good. He's feels so fucking good Abbachio!" Narancia was always a talker during sex and right now having Narancia describe to Abbachio how good fucking Giorno felt made Abbachio almost feel it himself.
Giorno came first with the most delicious sounding moan Abbachio could imagine. Giorno looking up at him completely blissed out and with a look in his eyes that was begging for more was what send Abbachio over the edge. Cuming hard in his fist, so good it made his vision go white for a few seconds.
When he came back down from his high Narancia was laying on top of Giorno trying to catch his breath. He must've cum too.
"You owe me Abbachio" Giorno said with a grin.
God how Abbachio hated that grin. But right now he would be able to bear with it. He let his head fall back and grinned himself.
"Looks like I do, huh?"