Pretty Little Skirt || Bruabba

nine

Bruno jumped when he saw the door open up and Abbacchio walk in. he wasn't expecting it at all. quickly, he grabbed a pillow from the bed and covered his face; he felt ugly. he thought he looked like a mess and didn't want to be seen.

Abbacchio, on the other hand, felt completely different. although he gave was covered in tears and his hair was messy, he was still so damn beautiful. the was his legs were crossed was adorable to Abbacchio.

slowly, he made his was over to the bed and sat down next to Bruno, placing his hand on his shoulder.

"give me the pillow" he started rubbing his back.

Bruno only gripped it harder and refused. Abbacchio wasn't going to ask again.  instead he just grabbed onto the pillow and tore it away from the other man.

"what the fu-" he was cut off by abbacchio placing his hands on his face and gently rubbing his cheeks with his thumbs.

although he instantly melted into his touch, he was confused. why was he touching him? could it be that abbacchio felt the same way about him? no, it couldn't be. he just feels bad for him. that's it.

his mind was racing but everything went away when he felt a soft pair of lips on his own. without even thinking he let himself wrap his arms around the other man and began to kiss him back.  eventually, Bruno ended up in Abbacchio's lap.

"you're so goddamn beautiful"

Abbacchio began kissing up and down his neck while his hands were slowly rubbing his thighs under that pretty little skirt of his. the little whines coming out of his mouth pleased him.

laying him down on his back, abbacchio then started to kiss up and down his thighs, purposely avoiding the one spot he knew the other man wanted to be touched. deciding he'd had enough teasing, Bruno gripped the others hair and begged him to just touch him already.

happily, he obliged. he pulled off the lacey underwear and slowly licked up and down his leaders shaft before finally taking him in. all he wanted to do was make Bruno feel good, make him feel beautiful and wanted. it wasn't long until the man was cumming down his throat and god did abbacchio love it.

he loved the way Bruno's  legs started to shake as he kept sucking, making sure to get every last drop out. he loved the way his messy black hair was sticking to his sweaty forehead.

he loved how nervous he looked when he told abbacchio how much he loved him. he loved the happy years that filled his eyes when he told him he loved him too.  he loved how damn beautiful and peaceful he looked he was asleep in his arms.

He loved Bruno and was happy that he could finally make him feel beautiful.

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and now it's over

I've been getting a lot of nice comments lately and that's what really inspired me to finally update. thank you so much for sticking around for this and thank you for actually enjoying this mess.