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The moment it was shut, Leone was being pinned up against the door to their apartment, Bruno’s lips smashing against his.
Leone grunted, tensing up for a second before he melted into the kiss like he always did. How couldn’t he, when Bruno would let go of his calm and gentle demeanor for a while just for Leone? Just because he knew the other liked being treated roughly?
“Mm— Bruno—“ Leone hissed, grabbing a fistful of Bruno’s hair as lips started to trail down to his jaw and along his neck, already unbuttoning the front of his work shirt. The two of them were both in school, working small jobs to pay their shared rent.
After perfecting a dark bruise on Leone’s throat, Bruno pulled back to eye him. Leone noticed the black smudges already painting his boyfriend’s lips, and for what was not the first time (and most definitely not the last), Leone thanked himself for loving to wear lipstick.
“Bruno?” the other repeated, a look of disappointment in his piercing blue gaze. “You know better than to call me that, Leone.”
Leone gulped, feeling himself starting to slip into his submissive headspace just from Bruno’s voice. “Y-Yes… I’m sorry Master,” he corrected, watching as a smile made its way onto Bruno’s face, his mouth continuing its assault on Leone’s skin. Leone’s pants already felt significantly tighter than they had been a moment ago.
“Master…” Leone whispered, and Bruno stopped what he was doing to make eye contact, encouraging his boyfriend to continue. “Were you just waiting for me to get home?”
“Of course I was, il mio leone,” he breathed, running his hands down the other man’s toned chest, trailing over his abs. “You made me so hard this morning, letting me put that plug in you. I wish I could’ve used the one I can control with my phone so I could’ve made it vibrate here and there throughout the day, but I know that would’ve been too much— I didn’t want everyone to see your pretty cock straining in your pants for me. After all, that’s just for Master’s eyes, isn’t it darling?”
“Yes sir,” Leone answered. “I kept the plug in all day, though. I came home for a bit after class and you weren’t here, and I just— I kept it in even after changing into my uniform.”
“Perfect.” Bruno tilted his head up to give Leone another kiss on the lips. “Such a good boy. You’re always such a good boy for me. Why don’t we go to the bathroom?”
Leone’s eyes widened, his brows then furrowing in confusion. “The bathroom?”
“Mhm,” Bruno purred, taking Leone’s hand and starting to lead him. “We’ve been together all this time and you never wanted to tell Master your little secret?”
“I—“ Despite his confusion and the nervous pit forming in Leone’s stomach, he followed his dominant to the bathroom. “What… what secret?” he asked, hoping it wasn’t what he’d thought it was. God, that would be embarrassing.
When they got to the bathroom, Bruno closed the door behind them, leaning against it. Leone just stared at him, face flushed with a mix of arousal and the beginnings of humiliation, if this “secret” did turn out to be what he was dreading.
Bruno crossed his arms, chuckling low in his throat. “I had to use your laptop while you were at work,” he started, smirking deviously. “Mine was giving me hell. I guess someone forgot to delete their search history, hm? ‘ Golden shower,’ ‘watersports,’ ‘piss drinking,’ ‘pissing in—‘“
Leone’s face was on fire. “Bruno— I mean— Master, stop, I!—“
“I go to visit family for a few days and you just needed some release, didn’t you? Couldn’t even call me to ask for help? You needed to get off to these cute little fantasies of yours, isn’t that right?”
Leone bit down on his bottom lip, and despite his embarrassment, his cock was still growing harder in the confinements of his pants. He couldn’t even bring himself to say anything, instead just averting his eyes and looking at the floor. He was so glad no one else could see him so flustered, nobody but his Master.
“Tell me, amore mio. When you were watching those videos, touching yourself to them, were you imagining me? Were you imagining me pissing all over your body, me aiming at your beautiful mouth and you swallowing down mouthfuls like a good, obedient little slut?” Bruno stepped closer to the other, pushing his unbuttoned shirt off his body, reaching down to undo his belt. When Leone didn’t answer, Bruno spoke again, this time with a demanding tone to his usually gentle voice. “I expect an answer when I ask you a question.”
Leone simply nodded, not being able to bring himself to form words. His cheeks were burning and he could feel sweat forming at his hairline.
“In Italian, bello. Use your words.”
“But—“ he tried to protest, but he was quickly cut off.
“No ‘buts,’” Bruno said, mouthing at Leone’s neck as he threw his belt on the floor and undid his pants the rest of the way, pushing them down Leone’s thighs. “I need you to answer me. Do you want your Master to piss all over your body and in your mouth, make you soaking wet and hard as a rock? Do you want him to claim you?”
“I—“ he tried protesting again, but one expectant look from his dominant was all he needed to make him give in. “Yes. Yes, sir.”
“Yes to what, exactly? What do you want Master to do?” Bruno went on, pulling Leone’s cock from his boxers and giving it a few experimental tugs. “Already so hard for me…” he groaned, almost to himself.
“I want—“ he sputtered, his mind racing with thoughts and images of everything Bruno said, his cock twitching and leaking a drop of precum from the idea alone.
“Mm? You want…?”
Leone shivered, pushing his hips forward into Bruno’s loose fist to try and get more stimulation on his aching erection. “I want… I w-want Master to… to um,” he swallowed, eyes fixated on the way his cock looked in Bruno’s hand. “I want Master to piss… on me.”
“That’s a good boy. I’m gonna need you to be a little bit more specific though, angelo . Can you do that for me?” Bruno started rubbing his palm against the tip of Leone’s cock, smearing precum over the crown. Leone gasped, tears starting to form in his eyes from the too-much-but-not-enough stimulation and the embarrassment from knowing his kink was found out and Bruno wanted him to say what he wanted, out loud.
“I— I can’t— I don’t—“ Leone tried, but Bruno grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look him in the eye. There was a dark glint in his eyes, but his voice was still sickeningly sweet despite it all.
“There’s no use, Leone. I already know what you want, I know what you’ve been desperate for Master to do, but I just need to hear you say it. I need you to tell me what you want, how badly you want it, and how long you’ve been thinking about this. You’re my amazing, perfect little lion, you can answer that for me, yes?” Bruno raised a single thin brow, a soft smile on the edges of his mouth.
Leone took a deep breath, still unable to force anything out. The movements of Bruno’s hand on his cock stopped, and Leone whined, hitting his head back on the wall behind him. He rutted his hips forward, thrusting into nothing. More precum continued to gather at his slit.
“I’ll give you exactly what you want if you tell me,” Bruno assured. “I drank a lot and I’ve been holding it. Just for you, because I know how badly you’ve wanted this, and you’re so good for me— you deserve it, don’t you think?” He leaned up to press a kiss to Leone’s cheek, and Leone turned his head to try and catch his Master’s lips, but Bruno moved back with a shake of his head. “If you say it, I’ll give you a kiss too.”
Leone whimpered, falling silent for a while. Bruno just looked at him, waiting, hand hovering over his aching cock. After a few minutes, he finally spoke again.
“I want it in my mouth,” he rushed out. “I want you to piss in my mouth, Master. I want to swallow it and I want it on my body and on my face. Fuck, I want you to tell me what a fucking mess I am, I want it so bad, I’ve wanted it since we started dating— shit, since we met I fantasized about it, I just felt like you’d think—“
Bruno kept his promise, pulling him into a crushing kiss. Leone felt the air leave his lungs, kissing back for what was ultimately not enough time before Bruno was pushing him off and demanding, “Take your boxers off and get in the bathtub.”
“Wh—“
“You heard me. Take your boxers off and get in the bathtub.”
Leone quickly moved to do as told, kicking his underwear the rest of the way off and going to kneel in the tub. It was quite uncomfortable under his knees, but he was too full of nerves and arousal to care at the moment. He watched with hungry eyes as Bruno undressed himself, seeing the way he was only half hard, and he might’ve just been going insane but he swore he could see a slight swell at the bottom of Bruno’s abdomen where his full bladder was, and it both made Leone’s cock throb as well as left him surprised at how Bruno managed to stay so composed.
As Bruno stepped into the tub as well, Leone shifted somewhat uncomfortably due to the buttplug still being inside him. “Master,” he started, catching Bruno’s attention. “Do I still keep the plug in?”
“Yes,” his Master answered, “unless you want me to switch it out for the vibrating one. What would you prefer, amore?”
Leone weighed his options for a moment or two, but figured the vibrator endlessly buzzing inside him along with Bruno pissing on him— god, it was really happening— would end up making him cum way faster than he planned. “I want to keep this one in,” he finally decided, and Bruno gave him a warm smile.
“That’s fine,” Bruno said, leaning down (and finally he could see a wince from the pressure it put on his bladder) and undoing Leone’s ponytail. He tossed the hair tie over to the sink, and Leone ran his fingers through the thick strands to get his hair to drape over his shoulders and down his back.
Once Bruno stood back up, Leone’s slightly flagging erection stiffened fully again, anticipating what he knew what was coming. His heart was pounding incessantly in his chest, watching Bruno grip the base of his cock. Leone had to resist the urge to lean in and put his lips around the length. Instead, he moved forward to kiss over Bruno’s thighs and his lower stomach, leaving one right at the base of his cock, just so he could see the marks his black lipstick left.
Bruno chuckled lowly at Leone’s actions, reaching down to pet his hair. Leone leaned into his dominant’s touch almost like a cat would lean into being pet, and Bruno muttered sweet praises to him, words that were going into one of Leone’s ears and out the other, but he knew they were good.
“... you always make the prettiest art on me with those lips of yours,” he managed to catch, and he hummed, tilting his head to kiss Bruno’s palm. His Master continued, “Sit back now, Leone. You want this, don’t you?”
Leone nodded, moving away again, sitting back on his knees and tightening his hole around the plug to keep it buried inside. He looked up at Bruno with sunset eyes, the fake color coming from his favorite contacts, the ones that went from purple to gold in a gradient. It was a bit of a shame; Bruno really loved Leone’s natural light blue eyes, but he hadn’t had time to take the contacts out before everything.
“Are you ready?” Bruno asked, and Leone nodded again, quickly this time. He whimpered out a “please,” wanting to start touching his neglected cock but he didn’t have permission.
As if on cue, Bruno said, “You can touch yourself when I get started, by the way. I know it’ll be hard to hold yourself back, getting what you’ve wanted after so long. Isn’t that right, you filthy little piss whore?”
“Thank you for letting me touch myself— and yes sir,” he gasped, shuddering at the degrading nickname. Leone loved when Bruno degraded him, he just wished he’d do it so much more. He wanted to be called the most filthy, mean things. He wanted Bruno to laugh in his face for getting so aroused by something that should be disgusting.
“Mm. You’re gorgeous. Even dumb sluts like you have manners.” Leone’s cock jerked, feeling like everything that was happening was a dream come true. “Open your mouth up, now. You want to get down every drop, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Leone responded, sounding desperate now. “Please.” He shifted around again, then opened his mouth up, sticking his tongue out a little. He sat there for a beat, then shuffled forward until just the tip of Bruno’s cock was resting on his tongue. This earned him more praise from his Master, who finally tilted his head back and relaxed with a deep sigh.
Leone flinched when Bruno’s stream began, not expecting it to start out with such force. Bruno was bursting, and Leone still didn’t understand how he managed to only do so much as wince the entire time. The taste wasn’t nearly as acrid as it could’ve been; Bruno must’ve drank a lot of water. It filled his mouth so quickly that he forgot to swallow, spitting it out and letting it spill down his chin, splattering on his chest and thighs. Bruno cut off the stream with a hiss, raising a brow.
“Why’d you spit it out?” he spat, grabbing Leone’s chin and forcing him to look up. “If I’m going to be pissing in your filthy mouth, you’re going to swallow down all that I give you, and you’re gonna fucking thank me for it when I’m done. Do you understand me?”
Leone nodded, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt his face burning with humiliation and tears welling up, much like earlier. “Yes Master, I’m sorry, it was just a lot, I didn’t expect—“
Bruno slapped him across the face, now forcing Leone’s jaw open, bending down and spitting into his mouth. “Swallow that.” He made Leone shut his mouth again. “Maybe that’ll be a good enough start for you. God, you’re pathetic.”
Leone swallowed obediently, opening his eyes up again. It was impossible for him to not start playing with his cock now, just giving it light tugs and teasing the tip with the pads of his fingers for even the smallest bit of relief from the aching pressure. This is how he wanted Bruno. He wanted him mean, wanted him rough. Neither of them were a stranger to Bruno treating Leone roughly, but to have him treating him like shit while pissing in his mouth would make the experience that much more arousing to Leone. In fact, if it wasn’t practically impossible, he felt like he could cum completely untouched just from Bruno treating him like little more than dirt on his shoe. It alone has definitely made him desperately hard on more than one occasion.
“That’s a good boy. Think you can take Master’s piss now? You’re not gonna spit it out again, are you?”
Leone shook his head and whispered “no sir,” sticking out his tongue again and pushing it back against the underside of the head of Bruno’s cock. A handful of his long silverish hair was grabbed, and Bruno yanked his head back slightly to get better aim into Leone’s waiting mouth. This elicited a groan from Leone, but he didn’t have much time to react until hot piss was spraying over his tongue again.
Bruno stopped his stream once Leone couldn’t possibly hold anymore, which he was thankful for. Leone sat back a little, swallowing down all that was in his mouth, immediately sticking his tongue back out for Bruno to continue, grabbing his throbbing cock and tugging at it.
“Shit,” Bruno breathed. “You’re disgusting. Swallowing all that down…” Leone inhaled sharply when Bruno continued pissing, repeating the same process of swallowing the mouthful once it was too much. “I know this is making your cock wet. I can see it, how much you’re leaking. Drinking Master’s piss makes you so hard, doesn’t it? Repulsive.”
“Uh huh,” Leone moaned the agreement through another mouthful, his brows drawn together in pleasure and the sheer humiliation from feeling totally used. He couldn’t get over that— the humiliation. “Tastes so fucking good,” he added. Of course, the taste itself wasn’t what made it so good; it was the fact it was his Master’s piss, Bruno’s piss that was filling his mouth, his piss he was swallowing down, and Leone’s entire body felt like it was on fire. He used the precum dripping from his slit to help lubricate the movements of his fist pumping his cock, squeezing the head on each upstroke.
Bruno used Leone’s mouth for one more mouthful which he proceeded to gulp down, letting out these heavy breaths and low groans at the taste left on his tongue and the pleasure shooting up his spine from the sensations on his cock.
“Thank you,” Leone whined, thrusting his hips forward into his fist. He figured his Master was finished pissing, seeing as he let go of Leone’s hair and stood up a little straighter. However, that was quickly forgotten about once a thick stream spurted out onto Leone’s cheek, causing him to close his eyes and groan desperately. He just fucked into his own hand even faster, feeling the urine splash down over his skin and soaking the hair laying over his chest. “Yes, yes—“ Leone opened his mouth back up, hoping that more droplets would hit his tongue as Bruno aimed his stream at Leone’s forehead.
“Oh Leone…” Bruno whispered. “What am I gonna do with you? You’re such a desperate horny bitch, and you look so pretty getting your face pissed all over.”
Leone cried out at Bruno’s words, could feel the piss cascading down his burning face, and fuck, he was already so close— he’s been close this entire time, tasting his Master’s urine on his tongue and drinking it down, now feeling it spray onto his face, the stream then being focused downwards and running over his body, finally tapering off after Bruno let the rest empty onto Leone’s cock and the fist tugging at it.
As soon as the last few spurts were emptied out onto Leone’s body, he came with a shout, thighs shaking violently and continuing to jerk his cock as white-hot ribbons of cum shot out of him, rolling down his cock and dripping onto his thighs. He kept stroking himself until he couldn’t possibly take it anymore, but right when the aftershocks of his orgasm died down, he was being pulled up by his hair, forced out of the tub and shoved against the bathroom sink.
“You were gorgeous,” Bruno rushed out, pushing Leone’s legs open and pulling the plug out of his hole with an obscene pop. He set it on the counter and then shoved his hand against Leone’s mouth. “Spit,” he demanded, and Leone did as told, seeing him and his Master in the mirror now, watching as he reached down and slicked up his cock with his spit, grabbing one of his asscheeks with one hand and pushed inside of his already-stretched hole with one easy thrust. Bruno then wasted no time in wrapping his arms around Leone’s middle and pounding into him.
“Oh fuck!” Leone almost screamed, feeling his Master’s thick cock fucking his hole, and Bruno clamped his hand back over his mouth.
“We have neighbors upstairs, y’know… you have to be quiet,” Bruno reminded him, bringing his other hand down to quickly jerk Leone’s sensitive cock in time with each thrust. He just nodded, then sucked two of Bruno’s fingers into his mouth, mouthing at them while getting the shit fucked out of him. He couldn’t help the desperate cries being forced out of his throat from the way Bruno was railing him against the counter and putting too much stimulation on his cock, and despite the overstimulation he still wasn’t getting soft.
Leone watched their reflections, seeing the redness of his face from the exertion and the piss making his skin shimmer, the dark makeup around his eyes running down his cheeks, ruined by urine and tears. Bruno’s face was buried in the crook of his neck behind him, but Leone watched as he lifted his head, smirking, pupils dilating at the sight in the mirror.
“Look at you…” he groaned into Leone’s ear. “Piss all over you, makeup smudged all over your face, your lips around my fingers— you look like such a cheap whore, you’re so dirty, fucking filthy. Say it, slut. Tell Master how filthy you are. How your stupid fucking whorish brain only ever thinks about his cock filling you up anymore, along with just wanting to swallow mouthfuls of his piss and wanting it all over your dirty body. You’re absolutely disgusting, and you know it. So say it.”
The fingers in Leone’s mouth disappeared, and now that hand was around his throat. Leone didn’t even have it in him to protest anymore.
“I’m filthy!” he cried out, “I’m fucking filthy, you’re right Master, you’re right, I’m a filthy dirty whore and I’m not good for anything but being your fucktoy. I know it, I know it, you know it, how much I just want you to fuck me until I can’t fucking think and use me to piss all over and cum on, and in, and— and—“ his entire body was shaking with sobs and pleasure from each drive of Bruno’s cock against his prostate. “Oh fuck, oh fuck Master, I’m gonna cum again, I want to cum, I’m gonna— I’m—“
Bruno stopped jerking Leone off, cupping his palm around the head of Leone’s cock, catching the cum that spurted out of him on his fingers. Leone’s entire body was spasming, his cock leaping with each wave of pleasure, mouth dropped open in a silent scream, and even when he was completely drained he still felt his orgasm pulsing through him. Bruno was still fucking into him too, fucking him with complete disregard for Leone’s overstimulation or the pain it might cause him, and Leone could’ve gotten turned on again from it if he wasn’t so worn out.
Bruno brought his hand up to Leone’s mouth once again, now shoving the cum-covered fingers into his mouth. Leone didn’t even question it; he just sucked Bruno’s fingers clean until there wasn’t a droplet of his cum left on them. Leone continued to suck and lick around Bruno’s fingers as Bruno’s thrusts got more erratic and his noises got louder, and Leone smiled dreamily at the reflection he saw in the mirror— Bruno losing it, fucking into Leone’s tight hole, seeing tears and piss and smudged makeup and fingers shoved in his mouth, a complete mess of himself. He wanted no one but Master to make him lose it like this, and he wanted no one but Master to lose themselves over him.
“Ah,” Bruno moaned out against Leone’s neck. “I’m gonna cum too, I’m gonna…”
“Inside me,” Leone slurred, needing just this one last thing. “Cum inside me, pl… please. Please M-Master.”
Bruno could only manage a low hum and a soft smirk before his hips started to jerk out of his control, and Leone could feel the way his dominant’s cock twitched inside him, could feel the cum filling his already used hole up, making everything just that much more of a mess. Bruno let out this deep, satisfied groan once he was done, tightly holding onto Leone as his orgasm subsided. Leone just sighed in contentment.
The two stood there for a while, Bruno now practically hugging Leone from behind as they tried to even out their breathing. Leone’s legs felt wobbly, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to stand without Bruno’s help. Thankfully, Bruno seemed to expect as such.
“I got you bambino,” he whispered, voice gentle. He gripped onto Leone and slowly pulled out, shushing the little whine that left him once he was empty. Leone felt kisses being left on his neck, tension leaving his muscles. “Let’s get you in the shower. You can sit if standing is hard, but you’re a mess. We gotta get you cleaned up.”
“Mhm,” Leone agreed, voice shaky. A certain nickname he had for the other was right on his tongue, but he was a bit nervous to say it.
Bruno turned on the shower head, adjusting the temperature and helping Leone back into the tub, closing the curtain behind them both. Leone couldn’t help but lean against his dominant, getting a chuckle out of him, and then Bruno pushed on his shoulders to help guide him to sit down. “Sit,” he encouraged. “I’ll sit with you.”
Leone nodded, sitting in the tub. He felt hands run through his hair, seeing Bruno kneel in front of him. “You’re such a good boy,” he whispered into his hair, and Leone smiled lightly. “You did so well for me. You were amazing. I love you so much, il mio leone.”
“Love you too Mo— mm, Bruno,” he corrected, his brain feeling foggy. “Thank you.” It wouldn’t be the first time he’d called Bruno this… alternative title, but it made him nervous every time.
“Hm? What was that?” Bruno asked, putting a finger under Leone’s chin to get him to look up at him. He breathed out a laugh. “Oh, we forgot to remove your makeup. We’ll do it when we get out. But what were you saying, Leone?”
“What?” he questioned, then shook his head, looking away. “Oh, nothing.” Bruno stood back up to remove the shower head from its holder, moving it to spray over Leone’s hair and body. “It’s nothing, don’t worry.”
“I think I know what it is,” Bruno mumbled, and Leone felt one of Bruno’s hands come down to saturate the water through his hair, assuming he was using the other to keep holding the shower head. “You want Mommy, don’t you?”
Leone didn’t confirm, but he didn’t deny the question either. He just gave a small hum, sighing when Bruno kneeled again and shampoo was being massaged into his scalp.
“It’s okay if you want Mommy. You know I don’t mind it,” he said softly, and Leone had his eyes closed but could hear the smile in Bruno’s voice. “It’s sweet, and it makes you happy. Whatever makes you happy makes me happy too, amore mio. So tell me, do you want Mommy?”
Leone responded with a meek nod, pushing his head against the gentle hands in his hair. After sex, he always stayed in a sort of submissive mindset; however, it was much different than the submissive headspace he was in during sessions, and the only title that felt right for Bruno when he was feeling this way was “Mommy.”
“That’s okay. Mommy’s here,” Bruno assured, and Leone felt warm water streaming over his hair again, washing the shampoo out. “You know Mommy didn’t mean any of those mean things he said, correct? You’re my beautiful boy. You’re amazing, and I love you so very much. You always know it’s all just for play, yes?”
“Yes Mommy,” he said. Of course he knew it wasn’t true. Bruno liked it, he knew he did, but he also knew he mainly did it because of how much Leone enjoyed it. That reminder made his chest tighten with affection. “You didn’t mean it.”
“I said more,” Bruno continued. “Do you know you’re my beautiful, amazing boy? My incredibly strong lion? There’s a reason why you’re named that, honey.”
“Shut up,” he retorted, but it held no bite. Leone could feel his face flushing, somewhat embarrassed by all the soft words.
“It’s true.” Bruno put the shower head back, reaching both of his hands down for Leone to take. “Let’s get you back up. We need to wash your body up. Then you’ll just have to wait for me to clean myself too, okay?”
Leone grabbed Bruno’s hands, standing back up to the best of his ability. He placed his hands on Bruno’s shoulders, turning his head to kiss his cheek.
“That’s it. You can lean on me while I clean you up if it helps you, Leone.” Bruno cleaned up as much of Leone’s body as he could in their position, and Leone did all in his power to make it easier for the other. However, Leone still managed to stand on his own long enough to wash areas he didn’t want to make Bruno do (such as his dick and his least favorite part, cleaning the cum from his ass).
Once Leone’s body was scrubbed and rinsed off, he stepped out of the shower, insisting to Bruno that he’d be fine. His legs still shook like mad, but he just needed to stand upright for as long as it took to grab a towel and wrap it around his body. After the towel was snug around his chest, he sat on the toilet lid, waiting for Bruno to finish up.
Leone was nearly falling asleep where he sat when he heard the water shut off, looking up to see Bruno get out of the shower too. He couldn’t deny himself a quick look over Bruno’s naked form, his tanned skin and lithe body. Leone didn’t understand how he deserved to have such a gorgeous being in his life.
“You look so sleepy,” Bruno remarked, getting out a towel for himself and starting to dry off. “Did you eat at work, by the way?” Leone nodded, and Bruno looked quite relieved. “That’s good. I’m proud of you. Now, what we’re going to do is I’m going to help you take off your makeup, I’m going to get you a snack and a big glass of water, and then you and I will brush our teeth and we’ll get in bed. I know it’s a little early, but you had a long day, and I wore you out, didn’t I?”
Leone let himself laugh, the sound reverberating in his chest. “That sounds good, Mommy.”
When all was said and done, Leone felt hydrated and clean, and Bruno crawled into bed with him and shut out the light. An arm made its way around Leone’s waist, and he felt himself being pulled against Bruno’s chest, being the little spoon to his Mommy, his Master, his Bruno.
“Mm, did you wash the plug?” Leone asked, turning his head over his shoulder to look at his lover.
“I did. Did you drink all the water I gave you?” Bruno asked in response, and Leone could see the love in his blue eyes as he gazed at him. He couldn’t let it make him cry. He couldn’t.
“Yes sir.”
“All of it?” Bruno emphasized, and Leone smiled.
“Yes Mommy, all of it. I feel good.”
“That’s wonderful, my Leone,” Bruno murmured, kissing behind Leone’s ear and pressing his face into his neck. “Go to sleep now. You deserve it. Mommy’s right here with you.”
Leone turned his head back with a short nod, closing his eyes for a few moments, silence between them. He opened them again, nearly forgetting to tell Bruno what he tried his best to do every day—
“I love you so much, Bruno.”
Leone heard a hum and lips stretching into a smile against his skin. “I love you too, Leone. More than you’ll ever know. Goodnight, amore.”
“Goodnight,” he responded, and drifted off, feeling protected in his lover’s embrace.