sleepytimejunction | electric tapestry

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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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?

It was rhetorical.

[Pressure on his hair being pulled makes him bite his lip, holding his breath as he basks for a moment under Jotaro's mouth over his throat.]

Ha. Got nothing to do with you. Maybe I'll get myself off before you get your dick where you want it.

[Ah, there it is, Earn my respect, he'd said. Well, he'll just have to get creative when it comes to going about that, won't he.]

No, I don't think you will.

[One hand stays in Abbacchio's hair; the other slides down to his hip, over his thigh, and in — petting lightly at his cock where it juts against his own leg, before darting his hand to the base and circling around it with a squeeze.]

I decide when you get to come, not you.

[Fuck, he's strong. The grip makes him gasp, bucking almost in confusion at how tight and near painful the hold is, but also just the contact and how much he likes it. Being put into his place. Good.]

If you'll even be able to make me come. [Abbacchio growls out the words, but his body quivers against Jotaro's, not disguising how turned on he is.]

Twice earlier today wasn't enough for you? Use that Stand of yours and play back the tape.

[He's still kissing his neck, each mouthing contact turning rougher than the last, until eventually he just outright bites.]

The worse you behave, the longer you'll wait.

[For a moment, he waits, still stuck in Jotaro's hold and trembling under his mouth. The teeth biting into flesh makes him gasp, his hands finding Jotaro's shoulders. Not pushing him away, not in the least, but because he needs something to hold onto.

Fuck. Fuck, okay. He swallows.]

Didn't say how you wanted me to behave.

Mm. That's fair. I can't expect you to read my mind.

[Painstakingly slowly, he begins to release the pressure around the base of Abbacchio's cock, until his grip is loose enough that he can begin teasing him with slow strokes instead.]

What were you saying about getting my dick where I want it?

[His fingers tease around the head of Abbacchio's cock, flicking at the ridge.]

Let's practice doing as you're told. I'm going to wash your hair, so get down onto your knees. And open your mouth.

[It's agonizing to wait. Grtting his teeth, rolling his hips toward Jotaro's hand, trying to get some friction while he can before Jotaro finally orders him.

The flick makes him gasp, jerking. For a moment, he glares at Jotaro from where he is, then huffs and nods. Slowly, he gets down to his knees, placing his hands onto Jotaro's hips. Leaning in, he nips at Jotaro's hip, then leans back slightly and opening his mouth.]

There. That's better.

[Ninety-nine times out of a hundred, he would've cringed to see this. He's never liked feeling tall in the presence of someone on their knees, much less deliberately trying to make someone feel that way.

But as it turns out, he likes giving his partners what they want more than he's controlled by that particular hangup, and Abbacchio's compliance is awfully pretty, the way his spite smooths out and softens into something gentler.

He rests a hand on Abbacchio's head, almost petting him, before lining up his dick with the other and pressing on his head to guide him to take it in.]

Good. Just like that.

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