#knife asks

Bruno felt weird about having sex with you while other members of the team were home. He thought it was indecent to do anything sexual if there was even a slight chance they could hear. This was especially the case for members he perceived to be more innocent than the rest, like Narancia or Trish. It was because of this that you and Bruno were not as intimate as you both wanted to be. It was manageable, but not favorable.

But then, on a random Tuesday morning, most of the gang announced they were going on a day trip. And thus, the house was cleared out for the remainder of the day.

That left only you and Bruno, and he was not shy about trying to seduce you while the team was gone. He missed you, your body and sensual touches, and now was his chance to make love to you.

You were making lunch in the kitchen, enjoying the quietness of the empty house. You could sense Bruno's presence in the doorway before you could feel his hands wrapping around your waist. He whispered your name softly in your ear, his hot breath sending a shiver down your spine. "I believe we are alone today..." he trailed off, tone suggestive.

Emptying your hands, you looked over your shoulder at him, chuckling. "I think we are. We shouldn't waste this opportunity..."

"That's exactly what I was going to say. I'm glad we're on the same page, amore," Bruno said as he snaked his hands down your hard chest, to your waist. You trembled under his hands, feeling starved for his touch. He pushed you flush against the counter, pinning you in place.

"Are we doing this in the kitchen, or...?" you asked breathily. Bruno answered your question when his hands slid past your pants and into your boxers, gripping your half-hard dick. His rough, scarred hands tugged against your skin delightfully, bringing you to full hardness.

"It does not matter to me where. We could do it here, in the bedroom, dining room, bathroom... As long as I get to have you," he proclaimed, his low voice raspy with lust. You couldn't resist your urges and began bucking into Bruno's hand, tiny moans slipping past your lips. Your precum made his fist slide easier over your shaft, the friction driving you crazy. You reached behind, blindly searching for Bruno's bulge with your hands. You finally located him and grabbed his member through his pants. It wasn't surprising to you that he was already fully erect.

"Let me at you, big boy," you teased him, turning around from the counter. He looked at you with a needy expression, releasing a shameless moan when you started unfastening his pants. In a few moments, you were both free, cocks rubbing together. Bruno's head rolled on his shoulders as you captured both of your members in your grasp, stroking them together. Your precum mingled with his, and you could feel the both of you pulsing with pleasure.

Bruno looked at you with warm, loving eyes before touching his lips to yours. Your kisses were slow and lazy, but still communicated the yearning for more. You increased the pace of your hand, Bruno stirring against you. Pulling away from the kiss, he breathed a simple command against your lips. "Turn around and bend over for me."

Your heart skipped a beat. His words made waves of tingly excitement spread all across your body. You obeyed him, quickly dropping your pants and underwear. Bruno's pants joined the puddle of clothes on the floor, which he kicked aside. You grabbed the edge of the counter and arched your back, raising your ass in his direction. Even though you and Bruno have done this many times before, you still couldn't help but feel shy while he observed you. "Relax," he cooed, kissing the back of your head. "You're doing fine." You mumbled a soft thanks and tried to relax your tense body.

Then, Bruno stepped away for a moment. You could hear him rummaging through his coat pockets, then the clicking of a cap. You braced yourself as he started parting your cheeks. The cold, slick tip of his finger circled your hole. With care, he began fingering you open, slow and steady. You moaned unabashedly, cock leaking between your legs. One finger went to two, and then two to three, bringing your moans to howls.

Meanwhile, the house was not as empty as you both had thought. Upstairs, Abbacchio slept in his bed. He was invited to the day trip with the rest of the gang, but passed in favor of sleeping in. He laid there, silver locks fanning around him, in a strange state between sleep and consciousness. He was about to drift off again until he heard the clattering and crash of something downstairs. His eyelids flew open, his heart racing.

Abbacchio was on his guard, adrenaline moving through him. Being in the mafia, you never knew who could attack you next, or where. He threw on his clothes hastily before stalking down the hall, ears perked for any more noise. He could hear the muffled sound of a man downstairs, putting him further on edge. Stand aura swirled around him, Moody Blues materializing at his side. He was ready for anything to happen.

In the kitchen, a dish had fallen as Bruno rammed you into the counter. You gasped as the plate hit the floor, shattering. "B-Bruno, the plate--!"

"We can deal with it later," he assured you, pressing his hips hard against your ass. You hissed as his cock stretched the sensitive ring of your hole. Your knuckles were turning white from gripping the counter, but all you could do was hold on as Bruno penetrated you.

He pulled out roughly just to plunge in again, warm balls smacking your ass. "More...please..." you moaned, voice breaking. Bruno was more than happy to obey you, picking up his pace. He quickly worked his way up to a fast, yet deep rhythm, holding your waist against him. You cried out, holding on as he battered your prostate.

"B-Babe, I'm c-close, I'm so fucking close," you whined, jerking your cock as he fucked you. A pool of precum was now gathering on the floor underneath you. Bruno narrowed his eyes, seeing your hand work your member desperately. He shooed your hand away, stroking your cock for you instead. Bruno wasn't quite there yet, but he wouldn't deny you your orgasm.

Abbacchio was now downstairs. The sounds were becoming louder. It sounded like the man from before was in pain. As he rounded the corner and approached the kitchen, he stopped and listened some more. It almost sounded like...crying? Anger flared up inside Abbacchio at the thought of someone harming a member of this team. He silently promised himself that he would make the bastard pay for thinking he could mess with Team Bucciarati. Green Stand aura swelled around Abbacchio before he darted around the corner, ready to attack.

At the same time, you were teetering on the edge of orgasm. "C-Cumming~!" you cried out. Bruno breathed heavily in your ear and pistoned his hips into you like your lives depended on it.

Abbacchio's eyes went wide as he witnessed Bruno fucking you silly. Even Moody Blues wore an expression of surprise with its limited facial features.

Like earlier, you felt someone's presence in the threshold of the kitchen. Your eyes were blown wide as you looked over and saw Abbacchio standing in the doorway. "A-A-Ab--!" you tried to articulate his name. Yet, you couldn't speak right or stop the ropes of cum that Bruno wrung from you. You painted the cabinets and counter edge with your spunk, body shaking like a leaf. Not only did you have a hard orgasm, but the shock of seeing Abbacchio made you cum even harder. Your ass clenched around Bruno so wonderfully that he was slow to register that Abbacchio was indeed standing there in the doorway.

Bruno gasped and whipped his head to the side, but the damage was already done. Abbacchio stood, mouth agape, watching you both. He was aware that you two were in a relationship, but knew that Bruno was very private regarding his love life. To see the two of you in a compromising situation like this was something Abbacchio never fathomed.

"Leone," Bruno said, bewildered. "Y-You didn't go out?"

Your body was thrumming with a mix of post-orgasm chemicals and embarrassment. You were frozen in place, unsure what would happen next.

"Y-Yeah," Abbacchio croaked. Moody Blues disappeared from his side. Like you, he was also suspended in place. Neither you nor Bruno made any moves to cover yourselves, and Abbacchio had a hard time looking away from your nakedness. Why wasn't he walking away?

"'Guess I'll leave you to it," Abbacchio said awkwardly, edging towards the door.

"You don't have to leave," you said quickly. Bruno looked you with a twinge of confusion on his face. "Is that okay with you?" you whispered to him.

"If you are fine with it then so am I," he consented.

Abbacchio was floored. There was no way this was happening. "What?"

"You can watch. Or join. Or walk away and pretend like this never happened," Bruno elaborated.

You've never had a threesome before, but the idea of it excited you. You loved Bruno, but you couldn't deny that Abbacchio was extremely attractive. You found your gaze lingering on him just a little too long whenever he was around. There was even an occasion at Libeccio in which you popped a boner while looking at how his shirt stretched over his pecs. You ended up having to excuse yourself to the bathroom to calm down. You also knew that Bruno thought Abbacchio was attractive, but he never pursued anything out of respect for their existing friendship.

Even though you had already came once, you were still hard, and your naughty thoughts only kept you wanting more. You could feel that Bruno was still throbbing, his orgasm not too far away.

Abbacchio was waiting for one of you to announce that this was all a joke. But as the three of you stared at each other, the announcement never came.

Before you realized it, Abbacchio had his pants down to his ankles, his hard cock in his grasp. Your jaw dropped at the image of it: His cock was just as thick as you imagined it to be. The light pink hue of his dick cutely matched the blush that dusted his cheeks.

Bruno caught Abbacchio's gaze, a dark look in his blue eyes. The two men shared a look of mutual understanding and lust before Abbacchio kicked his pants away and made his way towards you both.

Your breath caught in your throat when Abbbacchio locked lips with Bruno and reached to grab your cock at the same time. You were leaking profusely, your body threatening to send you over the edge once again. Abbacchio's hands were more meaty and calloused than Bruno's, but they felt amazing jerking your sensitive cock. He let you go entirely too soon, and you were unable to keep a disappointed sound slipping from your lips. Bruno pressed a kiss to your cheek. "Patience," he reminded you lovingly.

Then, you heard Bruno gasp gently in your ear. Abbacchio had begun to cautiously sink a finger into his hole. Bruno peppered your neck in kisses while Abbacchio stretched him open, your skin muffling the sounds of his moans.

"You ready?" Abbacchio asked Bruno, lining up his cock with his entrance.

"Y-Yes," he replied.

The moment seemed to last an eternity, each passing moment more intense than the last. You could feel Bruno shiver against your back as Abbacchio pushed the head of his cock inside him. As Abbacchio inched deeper and deeper, Bruno pressed deeper into you. By the time that Abbacchio was fully hilted, everyone was covered in sweat and panting. Bruno was completely sheathed in you, and Abbacchio in him.

The three of you enjoyed your quiet home for the rest of the afternoon, breaking the silence and making a bigger mess in the kitchen than you originally planned on.