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electric tapestry

It's been a couple of years since he'd left Italy. Primarily, his skills in speaking English help him get along, especially with his various contract jobs. Of all of them, the Speedwagon Foundation pays the nicest, and the money is usually clean -- that's not exactly typical of most places, but it's kind of refreshing for a change of pace.

Not that Abbacchio probably deserves clean money.

Anyway, he's technically off shift, not that he'd care if he was still on the clock, as it were. He's seen this guy around a few times and hasn't really cared to know who he is, just kind of assumes he's probably upper management somewhere. He isn't bad to look at, but Abbacchio doesn't exactly play nice either. He'd said something along the lines of stop staring or fucking do something about it to the man.

That's about what led him to being on his knees in a closet sucking the guy's dick. Not that he has a problem with it; if he hadn't wanted to, he'd have put up a fight but he genuinely didn't expect him to be this big. To Abbacchio's credit, he doesn't choke, though.

He slides off with a lewd, wet pop and strokes him.

"This all you wanted? Fucking up my lipstick? That shit isn't cheap, stronzo."

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Guess you will have less far to fall if you're already on your knees.

[But that's his cue to get to his feet, shedding his hat and coat and leaving them draped over one of the sofa arms. They'll be fine there, probably. Besides, who's going to come visit and see them, or even care? And it's not like they'd be easily mistaken for anything Abbacchio owns, either, given their size difference.

So, all right, then.]

Yeah? Gonna put me in my place, boss?

[Much less neatly, as soon as Abbacchio gets to the bathroom he's dumping his clothing to the floor without much consideration for neatness. It's Future!Abbacchio's problem anyway. Instead, he's turning on the shower, waiting just outside of it for it to warm up.]

[What a brat. He follows along, waiting in the doorway of the bathroom to leave Abbacchio room to strip down and get his shower going, but also just leaning idly to ostensibly enjoy the view.]

I'll treat you however you want me to. Rough, sweet. After all, I know your name now.

[He looks him over head to toe once again, then cocks his head and tests the figurative waters while Abbacchio is waiting to test the real ones.]

Come over here and get my pants open.

[For a moment, he isn't sure if he should say that he doesn't even know how to deal with the sweetness. When Jotaro is kind, it feels too much, and he's used to cruelty and rough treatment. So he doesn't say anything about it.]

What's the matter? Forget how to do it yourself?

[But he does approach, because he does prefer to be told what to do. Abbacchio reaches out, fingers snagging onto the front of Jotaro's pants, working them open.]

Careful. You'll get more forgetful with age.

I'll have to keep you around to jog my memory. You and that Stand of yours.

[While Abbacchio works, Jotaro reaches up to cup his cheek in one hand, pressing his thumb against his lips to try to get him to part them and suck.]

You didn't answer my question.

[He didn't...technically ask one, not that it really occurs to him just then.]

Fair enough. I can always have it replay for you, remind you proper.

[Ah. Abbacchio slowly opens his mouth, sliding his tongue onto Jotaro's thumb, nipping it.]

You didn't ask, boss.

[And he gives the tip of the thumb a sharp suck.]

Mm.

[Look at that fucking mouth. Look at what a production he makes of it, taking his time, offering up a pretty fantasy while he stands there, shamelessly naked in the rapidly-steaming bathroom.]

What do you want me to do to you, Leone Abbacchio?

[He closes his eyes, focusing on the tempting suction a moment.]

What do you dream of a guy like me doing to you?

[For a moment, Abbacchio just thinks to himself, suckling at Jotaro's thumb before he pops off of it.]

I wanna witness your strength again. I lost my shit when you held me up like that before. I don't-- really know how to deal with you being gentle. I'm not used to that. I don't hate it, but it's-- I don't know what you want from me when you do that.

Is that why it was the first thing you thought to play back with your Stand? It made that much of an impression, huh.

[He nods slightly, resting his now-damp thumb against the pad of Abbacchio's lower lip while he regards him.]

And you like things simple and clear-cut. Do you like feeling...used?

I'm not used to someone being as strong as me, or even stronger. So-- yeah. Made an impression all right.

[He huffs out a breath of air, letting his tongue drag over Jotaro's thumb again.]

It's just what I'm used to. [The admission makes him hesitate, then he quickly follows up with:] I mean it's fine. If it's from someone I want to obey from. You know? From you, it's-- fine.

"Fine" isn't what I asked.

[His fingers shift, his hand moving from cupping his face to holding his chin, exerting enough pressure to keep him from moving his head around.]

Listen. If you wanted me to go slow, be soft...I would do that. And if you wanted me to shove you up against the shower wall and fuck you dry, I would do that. If you want me to make you beg, if you want me to put you over my knee and spank you, if you want me to put you on your knees and choke you on my dick...

I don't want to have to guess. That's what I'm getting at. I'll edge you seven times and make you cry if it's what you need. I just want you to say so.

[Abbacchio almost sneers at first at being held so firmly, narrowing his eyes and glaring at Jotaro.]

Don't be careful with me. I'm not fucking glass. [He grabs onto Jotaro's wrist, the hand that's holding his chin. The instinct to fight back is there.] I want you to order me around. Make me respect you. Boss.

In other words, you want to act like a punk kid and have somebody put you in your place.

[With his wrist still seized, he can't move his hand away, but he can turn his hand just enough to scratch lightly against the underside of Abbacchio's chin, almost mocking in its placating feel. Like he's a nasty alley cat getting a chin rub, having his bristling fur stroked.]

I'm going to take care of my clothes. The water should be warm by now. Go get in. Warm up. And get yourself hard without touching your cock. We'll see what you've earned by the time I join you.

[There's a brief snarl, and he bites at the edge of Jotaro's thumb hard for a moment. Like he's just barely tolerating the scratching, nice as it is.

Then he pulls away, letting go of Jotaro and pushing his way into the shower. First, he scrubs at his face, working off the rest of the makeup he has on. Most of it had been rubbed off anyway after everything that happened, and the facial wash he has is meant for it.

Which leaves him to work out getting turned on.

Licking his lips which are now cleaned of black, he reaches back and rubs at his hole. It's still sore, but fuck it, he has to clean it out anyway and he might as well get to it to get started on this. He hisses, pressing a finger in, squeezing his eyes shut as he starts to work his finger in and out. His other hand goes to his chest, touching his own nipple, twisting it roughly.

It makes him groan, just starting to get worked up. It's not a bad start.]

[That's one easy way of figuring out how Abbacchio likes to be touched, Jotaro muses to himself as he strips down out of the rest of his clothes, folding them neatly and ducking out to find Abbacchio's bedroom and toss them lightly onto the nearest open space he can find in there. Really, he's just making excuses to kill time and give Abbacchio a chance to work, but it also serves the practical purpose of reminding him to make sure there are two towels waiting for them in the bathroom for when they're done, instead of just one.

When he finally returns, he enters silently, walking into the middle of the room and just standing there to watch Abbacchio a little. The man doesn't waste time, does he? He went right for his ass and got to work. The nipple is an interesting choice, too; he catalogues that for later.

He's been pretty quiet, overall. If Abbacchio isn't paying attention, if he's really getting into it, he might not even notice he's back yet.]

[Leaning his head against the shower wall, he breathes hard into the shower, hair sticking to his skin. He wants to stroke himself badly, wants more than what he can do to himself and considers. What a fucking pain, but he goes about still fingering himself, moving up to two fingers, trying to be careful and cleaning himself out. It still feels swollen and sore, but definitely in the way he enjoys.

Eventually, he does feel himself harden. Three times in a day is going to be tiring, but fuck it'll be nice. He tugs more roughly at his nipple, then hisses as he fingers himself roughly.

Eventually, he does just sort of forget that Jotaro is there.]

Bello.

[It's not like he speaks Italian fluently or anything, but you don't grow up with an Italian grandmother and marry an Italian-American girl and not pick up a few things here and there. And it's more for Abbacchio's benefit than his own, to be sure, but he wants it that way. Wants something he'll react to on a subconscious level, even moreso than a conscious one.]

Make room, I'll do that for you.

[Oh. He kind of didn't expect to hear that out of his mouth, and it gets his attention. Abbacchio shudders, spreading out his fingers for a moment before he slips them out.]

C'mere, then.

[He shifts, making room for Jotaro, turning to face him. Reaching out, he presses a hand to Jotaro's stomach, just to touch him.]

Hm.

[He waits until Abbacchio is rearranged, then steps into the shower with him. The heat of the spray feels good after the comparatively cooler air of the bathroom, and he takes a minute to get his hair wet and let the water cover him before turning his attention fully to Abbacchio.

He really does look different without the makeup. His eyes stand out more with no competition from his pale lips and hair. Not that he'd ever forget there's a hellion behind that kittenish softness, but still; it's quite the change.

The muscles of his stomach tighten slightly beneath the touch of his hand; in return, he reaches out and plucks at Abbacchio's nipples, treating them just as roughly as he'd been doing himself a minute before.]

I'm gonna bite these.

[He remarks it almost casually, like it's a passing aside.]

Leave a mark you'll feel tomorrow.

Fuck--

[Immediately, he arches his back, gasping at the way his chest is tugged. The sensation rushes up his spine, and it just edges on being a bit painful. God, that's good, he appreciates that Jotaro isn't holding back.]

Appreciate the warning. [Abbacchio snorts that out, but honestly, the idea goes right to his dick.]

Mm. But first...

[He bites the corner of his lip, a satisfied expression flickering across his face, and this time he reaches out with both hands, taking one nipple in each and pulling on them like a leash.]

C'mon. Come closer.

[They're awfully close as it is, given the close quarters of the shower, but then Jotaro shifts the way he's standing slightly, moving one leg slightly forward so that if Abbacchio does draw near, he'll wind up straddling his thigh.]

[The pull makes him groan, his teeth bared for a moment before he finally obeys, shifting so that he's pressed up against Jotaro. His cock is pressed up against Jotaro's hip as a result, and he's letting a hand rest on his side.]

That good enough for you? [Despite him trying to sound irritable, his tone is soft and distracted with how he's been toyed with.]

I only said you weren't allowed to touch your cock. You're not touching it now, are you?

[He releases one of Abbacchio's nipples, flicking it with his nail for good measure.]

Go on. Give yourself a treat.

[The rough treatment isn't out of disrespect, he notes faintly. It's Jotaro clearly matching what he'd been looking for. More than just what he said for his preferences; Jotaro clearly gets off on making someone feel good. Maybe it's a good balance for them: Abbacchio preferring to follow orders, Jotaro eager to see how he can make a mess of someone.

He hisses at the flick, then starts to grind himself against Jotaro's thigh and hip. The warmth of the water slicking up his skin makes it easy, makes it feel good.]

Considerate, aren't you. [He reaches back, idly running the pad of his finger over his hole. Still a bit tender, but whatever, he's used to pushing his limits. He slips a finger back in, shuddering.]

Not really. If I were considerate I'd be doing it for you.

[But now, he's got Abbacchio close in a way that's likely to keep him close, the pleasure acting as insurance to hold him there without actually having to keep his hands on him. Which is useful, because it means he can slide one of his hands over Abbacchio's shoulder instead, fisting it in his hair and pulling his head back to make room for Jotaro to lean in and suck possessive kisses against his neck.]

Mm. Are you stretching yourself out for me, or just enjoying yourself?

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