( in the center of the room of a nearby hotel lay a spread of high end foods, wines, and other delectable items. it had been arranged by bruno in celebration of giorno getting closer and closer to his goal of becoming head of passione one of the most powerful gangs. things had been turbulent the last couple of months since the removable of diavolo, bringing much stress and grief to bruno. however tensions simmered and things calmed down once he was able to ensure trish's safety, nestled away in the home he had [a home he'd promise to take her not realizing he made the promise to doppio]. still in the end his body had been fully restored and he'd been brought back to life thanks to the great efforts of giorno.
as bruno stood before the table, looking over the spread and waiting for giorno, it had dawned on him that since he'd been healed by the other...his emotions had flourished into something different for the young man. once a rival, a foe he had to strike down for daring to kill a member of the famiglia, was now something more. not quite right hand, not quite lover, but something meshed in between. the lines weren't very clear, a terrible blur between professional behavior and something more intimate. neither had dared questioned it but subtle actions such as bruno's hands lingering on the other's waist, close encounters with heavy breaths curled against each other's ears, and soft kisses here and there indicated to something more.
still.... )
I see you've had no trouble with the task today?
( as giorno entered the room, bruno looked up from his pensive reflections and waved his hand before the table. )
In celebration then, for your accomplishments. I've gathered up the best and oldest wine I could find, just for you, mio amico.
There was no trouble at all today. It was actually easier than I thought it would be.
[He enters with an angelic poise; a charming bright smile, golden curls that practically make the room shine. Even the confidence in his walk was as graceful as the heavens above. In the months after the aftermath of taking down Diavolo, Giorno had been steadily working towards his goal of becoming a gang-star. He couldn't have made it as far as he had without the support of his friends who had sacrificed and endured a lot in their shared ordeal. Though the events were behind them and they were closer to their goals, they still had a little more ways to go before fully taking control of the organization.
Sky blue eyes stare fondly at his capo, his friend, before following the gesture of his hand to the table. Bruno didn't need to go out of his way to do this. His doting behavior took some getting used to on Giorno's part. At first he didn't know quite what to say; gifts of affirmation were something he still struggled to grasp as an introverted young man. But overtime a soft Thank you, Bucciarati, followed by a sheepish yet sincere smile, turned into an unwavering smile with an accompanied "Thank you, Bruno." Even the name he'd used with the other was more informal, a testament of how close they'd grown with their shared experience.
His gaze remains on the table but he continues to walk towards Bruno.]
Bruno, you didn't have to do all of this for me. [He stops right in front of the other man, craning his neck to look up.] Thank you, it looks quite lovely.
[Grasping the other gently on either shoulder, Giorno reaches up on the tips of his toes, kissing the air on either side of Bruno's face before one hand cusps Bruno's bringing it up to his lips in a gesture of respect for his capo.]
( truly there was no one else who made bruno feel this way, a strong sense of admiration and pride, a soft lingering of desire and arousal in the way giorno handled things. it was intoxicating to be around him, to help propel someone like him to the top and for once it made bruno not feel anxious about the way things were or of the traumas he'd gone through in the past.
gently he remained silent, a smile on his face as he looked at giorno come in and make his way towards him. they had gotten quite close and closer, never cementing anything, never acknowledging the growing tensions. instead they'd swam in its arousing sensation like a breeze in the wind, skirting and toying around with their informalities. )
Of course I did, we're celebrating you for all that you've accomplished.
( before he'd say not to argue with him, that he was in command and this was an order. now instead he allowed the other to speak his mind freely, still pushing his affections onto him and not resisting the ones given to him.
as he came to bruno, he leaned his head down to give him better access to him, a sign of mutual respect. as the air kisses came and went, he kept a composed expression; yet there it was, a soft hint of a blush against his olive-colored skin, eyes fluttering momentarily as he drank in the sensation of giorno's lips against his hands. riveting. )
The wait was quite short, but I'll admit every second of it felt like a decade. Here, let us drink shall we?
( when the formalities and signs of respect came to an end, bruno held onto his hand, guiding him to the table and moving around the other as he picked up a bottle of vintage red wine and began to serve it in two cups. there was no need for it, but during the entire time, bruno kept a hand on giorno whether it was on his arm, shoulder, or fingers lingering on his waist. )
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as bruno stood before the table, looking over the spread and waiting for giorno, it had dawned on him that since he'd been healed by the other...his emotions had flourished into something different for the young man. once a rival, a foe he had to strike down for daring to kill a member of the famiglia, was now something more. not quite right hand, not quite lover, but something meshed in between. the lines weren't very clear, a terrible blur between professional behavior and something more intimate. neither had dared questioned it but subtle actions such as bruno's hands lingering on the other's waist, close encounters with heavy breaths curled against each other's ears, and soft kisses here and there indicated to something more.
still.... )
I see you've had no trouble with the task today?
( as giorno entered the room, bruno looked up from his pensive reflections and waved his hand before the table. )
In celebration then, for your accomplishments. I've gathered up the best and oldest wine I could find, just for you, mio amico.
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[He enters with an angelic poise; a charming bright smile, golden curls that practically make the room shine. Even the confidence in his walk was as graceful as the heavens above. In the months after the aftermath of taking down Diavolo, Giorno had been steadily working towards his goal of becoming a gang-star. He couldn't have made it as far as he had without the support of his friends who had sacrificed and endured a lot in their shared ordeal. Though the events were behind them and they were closer to their goals, they still had a little more ways to go before fully taking control of the organization.
Sky blue eyes stare fondly at his capo, his friend, before following the gesture of his hand to the table. Bruno didn't need to go out of his way to do this. His doting behavior took some getting used to on Giorno's part. At first he didn't know quite what to say; gifts of affirmation were something he still struggled to grasp as an introverted young man. But overtime a soft Thank you, Bucciarati, followed by a sheepish yet sincere smile, turned into an unwavering smile with an accompanied "Thank you, Bruno." Even the name he'd used with the other was more informal, a testament of how close they'd grown with their shared experience.
His gaze remains on the table but he continues to walk towards Bruno.]
Bruno, you didn't have to do all of this for me. [He stops right in front of the other man, craning his neck to look up.] Thank you, it looks quite lovely.
[Grasping the other gently on either shoulder, Giorno reaches up on the tips of his toes, kissing the air on either side of Bruno's face before one hand cusps Bruno's bringing it up to his lips in a gesture of respect for his capo.]
I hope you did not wait long for me?
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gently he remained silent, a smile on his face as he looked at giorno come in and make his way towards him. they had gotten quite close and closer, never cementing anything, never acknowledging the growing tensions. instead they'd swam in its arousing sensation like a breeze in the wind, skirting and toying around with their informalities. )
Of course I did, we're celebrating you for all that you've accomplished.
( before he'd say not to argue with him, that he was in command and this was an order. now instead he allowed the other to speak his mind freely, still pushing his affections onto him and not resisting the ones given to him.
as he came to bruno, he leaned his head down to give him better access to him, a sign of mutual respect. as the air kisses came and went, he kept a composed expression; yet there it was, a soft hint of a blush against his olive-colored skin, eyes fluttering momentarily as he drank in the sensation of giorno's lips against his hands. riveting. )
The wait was quite short, but I'll admit every second of it felt like a decade. Here, let us drink shall we?
( when the formalities and signs of respect came to an end, bruno held onto his hand, guiding him to the table and moving around the other as he picked up a bottle of vintage red wine and began to serve it in two cups. there was no need for it, but during the entire time, bruno kept a hand on giorno whether it was on his arm, shoulder, or fingers lingering on his waist. )