#dinner's ready

You feel a smile tugging on your lips. How Giorno expresses his concern is different than most. It’s a quality of his you find endearing, now that you can pick up on it. He’s sensitive of your feelings yet doesn’t always know the best way to comfort you. Considering both options, you’re left unsatisfied with either. Being in the public eye doesn’t sound appealing at the moment, and you know once you return home Giorno will be busying himself with Passione matters. Odd as it may sound, sitting here in an empty parking lot with him feels serene. You’ve missed spending time with him like this. No obligations, no concerns, just the two of you.

Leaning over to the driver seat, you rest your head on top of his shoulder. He takes a second to relax into your touch. 

“Let’s just... sit here for a few minutes. Is that alright?” Your voice grows into a whisper. Giorno blinks, long eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks. Moonlight shining overheard illuminates his beauty to you further, highlighting his porcelain-like skin, golden locks framing his sharp facial features. Breathing in the scent of his musky cologne sets you at ease. It’s familiar in the best way.

“Of course. Whatever you want to do,” he responds. You can feel every rise and fall of his chest, every vibration when he speaks. Sitting here forever sounds like a wonderful idea. “You look lovely tonight, by the way.” 

His compliment causes your blush tinted cheeks to flush further. Sitting up, you look him deep in the eyes, smiling ear to ear. “As do you, GioGio. It’s such a shame I won’t get to see you dressed like this all evening.” 

Giorno raises an eyebrow at this comment. “You like it?” 

You hum in consideration, running your fingertips over his clothed chest, catching how he shivers at the touch. It’s unusual for him to not be wearing his distinct suit that reveals parts of his chest. It’s difficult to pick which one you prefer. This more standard attire, a dark navy suit, works well on him. 

Resting your lips just above his ear, you respond in a hushed voice. “Very much.” 

Your manicured fingers lays over his heart, feeling how it increases in speed when your lips touch just underneath his ear. It’s a sensitive spot that you’ve come to know. He lets you do as you please, careening his head to the side to give you better access. You place open mouthed kisses over his exposed skin, stopping just short of his collarbone, glancing up to catch his expression. He’s looking at you expectantly. How cute. 

“Would you like to...?” Giorno trails off, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. He frowns at the mischievous grin on your face. You try not to tease him for being so polite with you, knowing it’s just his nature, but he can probably sense what you’re thinking without even voicing it. To wordlessly confirm his question, you get up from the passenger seat, making yourself comfortable on his lap. He doesn’t need it spelled out further. At your confirmation, he uses one hand to cup your face, the other sliding down and greedily feeling your exposed back. 

He kisses you with fervor that you return in full. You feel heat growing in between your legs, and a desperate need for any form of friction. Pressing your lacy panties against his hardening crotch, you grind against him, grateful for the easy access wearing a dress allows. Giorno’s hand on your back slips down further to the side of your waist. He encourages your desperate movements, guiding your gyrating body against his own. Your mind feels hazy, lips having trouble keeping up with his pace in the throes of pleasure. 

Giorno catches onto how your breathing steadily increases. He latches his lips to your neck, nibbling the areas he knows you love the most as you continue to grind your clothed clit against him. You feel your wetness seeping through, onto his dress pants, though it doesn’t seem like he cares. Low curses leave your lips as you get closer to your own release. He pulls down the straps of your crimson dress, eyes crinkling in amusement at the sight of your lingerie. It’s a black lacy set that he bought for your first anniversary. 

Were you planning an evening like this all along...? Not that he’s complaining. 

“Nn... Giorno--” you cut yourself off, throwing your head back as he rubs your nipples through the thin fabric. Your face feels like it’s on fire. A high pitched noise leaves your lips as you come, soaking wet panties rubbing frantically against him. As you come down from your high, he places a chaste kiss against your cheek and runs his hands through your hair. You take a moment to gather yourself. 

He’s about to speak up, but silences himself as you sink down to your knees. It’s a bit cramped but you don’t care, too preoccupied with the evident tent in his pants. Fiddling with the zipper to his dress pants, you let out a content hum at how hard he’s gotten for you. You feel the muscles of his thighs go taut as you palm his cock through his briefs, Giorno muffling himself with the back of his hand. Now that won’t do. You look up at him and bat your eyelashes playfully. 

“I want to hear you, mio caro,” you reprimand, gently tugging away his hand with your own. “Otherwise it’s unfair, no?” 

He lets out a shaky sigh while you tug the waistband of his briefs down. “I suppose I’ve never been one to deny you anything, [First].” 

You hum in silent agreement. Wrapping your hands around the base of his cock, you slowly work them up and down, pumping him in his entirety. He’s still trying to keep his noise down. Frowning, you kiss the tip of his cock, greedily licking up the precum that’s been leaking out. That earns you a shaky moan. With this encouragement, you take as much as him into your mouth as you can. It’s taking all his self restraint not to shove his dick down your throat from your teasing. You can be so cruel to him at times. Playing coy with one of the most powerful men in Italy... maybe he has spoiled you too much. 

Hollowing out your cheeks, you busy yourself with pleasuring his length with your mouth. Your head bobs with every movement, his hands coming to rest on the back of your head to encourage you further. Throaty moans start to leave his lips when you take him in further. He starts bucking into your mouth, a hushed apology leaving his lips when you gag at the unexpected sensation. You can tell he’s getting close to his own release. 

So you pull back, a trail of your saliva connecting from his tip to your swollen lips.

He looks down at you, furrowing his eyebrows together. Realization hits as you pull your dress up further. Throwing your panties into the backseat, you hover over the tip of his cock, drinking in the sight before you. Giorno’s face is flushed, eyes glazed over, loose hair sticking to the sides of his face. You’ve never seen such a beautiful sight. Slowly, you sink down onto him. He steadies either side of your hips with his shaky hands. You bite your lower lip, his pulsating cock stretching you further with every inch. Eventually he bottoms out inside of you. 

Taking a deep breath, you raise your hips, before sinking down onto him again. Giorno’s head lulls back, already oversensitive from your earlier actions. His hips meet your every movement, setting a desperate pace. You catch rumblings of your name falling from his parted lips as you continue riding him. His hands squeeze the sides of your hips painfully tight, nails digging into your skin.

“[First], I’m-I’m close,” he breathes out, gripping you even tighter. “Should I...?” 

You shake your head, leaning in close to his ear and whispering ever so sweetly, “I want your cum in me. I want all of it.”  

In a rare instance, Giorno lets out a stream of curses. He snaps his hips up, pressing himself into you with a strength he normally tries to hold back, fulfilling your request in earnest. Thick ropes of cum fill you, your clenching walls milking him of all his seed. The two of you stay still as you gather yourselves, chests heaving, and bodies warm. You rest your forehead against his.

“Was this night preferable to our original plans, Don Giovanna?” You tease him with his title, giggling at the harmless look he shoots you. He’s suddenly reminded of what Mista said earlier. Looks like he was right, Giorno thinks. Not that he needs to know that.