( 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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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. )