【jojo five parts】【velvet rice】Deliberately Shortsighted

Bugarati was not happy.

Of course.No normal boss is happy when a subordinate violates an order and leaves a mess.Considering that Bugarati had to find ways to explain to his superiors and stay up all night to fill out the report, Mista graciously kept silent about the fact that the squad leader threw the latest investigation information in his face.

"This is Risut's findings," Bugarati said hoarsely.He poured himself a glass of water and signaled Trish to continue explaining.After reprimanding and staring at Mista and Giorno for half an hour, the man finally decided to show mercy and let them go.Or maybe it's just that he's going to die of thirst if he doesn't stop.

Trish cleared his throat, "Apaki and the others found this. This person has a clean background and no criminal record. We can find very little. Only once was he detained for a few days for beating someone, but Because he was only a few months away from turning 14, he was released soon."

Mista flipped through the files. "I read it says he hit a driver?"

"Drunken driving," Trish pouted in disgust. "Killed his cousin's son, they were on good terms. The driver paid some money, but then Risut beat him to the hospital."

"What happened to the driver now? Did he find the driver later?" Giorno handed a photo to Mista, and Mista understood at a glance, even though the boy was not yet 14 when the photo was taken, But the eyes that were burning with hatred made people feel chills in the back.

Trish gave Giorno an appreciative look. "The driver died in an accident four years after the accident. But nothing was found to point to Risut. Either it was an accident, or we just had a terrible guy. If you ask me, I I'd say it's mostly the latter."

"Smart, ruthless, and patient." Giorno thoughtfully staring at the scant information on the information. "We found out that he has something to do with the drug line. At least he had a hand in the drug business, otherwise no one would ask him to buy it, but I don't know what role he plays in the game now. By the way, the drug addict mentioned another Have you checked the two names?"

Trish sighed.

"It's not necessary," Bucciarati explained bluntly. "Polpo has been in this area for a long time. Everyone knows that the broken watch repair shop he opened is a front, but we just have no proof. He never handles drugs or transaction money. He is like an information middleman. All dirty Everything is left to the minions. Maggio is similar. It is always the pawns on the chessboard who die."

Giorno hummed, "Looks like we still have to deal with him." He tilted his head towards the photo in Mista's hand.

"I have an idea." Mista stretched her waist, a small waist was exposed from the hem of the shirt.He didn't pay attention to that, and was busy making a smirk at Giorno: "Since that guy is in a pervert club, how about you try to seduce him? Trust your face, Giorno."

"Mista," Buccarati shouted dissatisfiedly.

"No problem," Giorno's smile made people feel refreshed, although the words from the man's mouth made Mista want to cut his stupid bangs. "But I suggest that we go together, double insurance, if he doesn't like my model, at least you still have a chance." His eyes deliberately stayed on Mista's waist for a few seconds. "Believe in your body, Mista."

The god damn bastard even winked at him.

Trish coughed back a laugh.Mista jumped up, turned over the chair, and was about to greet Giorno's mother affectionately with some impolite verbs and human parts, but was forced down by Bugarati.

"Stop, bastards! Come back to the case, and I'll throw you all out if you argue any more!" The squad leader roared, and slapped Mista on the back of the head.

Mista groaned. "Why only hit me?" he complained angrily.However, when he saw Bugarati's face, he immediately closed his mouth, and made a zipper movement on his mouth with his hand.

"Then," Bugarati snorted, then said after a pause, "We need to get more information about Risut, to find out what his relationship is with the drug network and Diablo, and it is best to dig through him. The identity of Diablo. Giorno, Mista, do you have a way to get close to him?—I mean a serious and feasible way, Mista."

Mista rolled her eyes. "Boss I feel targeted for—"

"I have!" Trish yelled suddenly, startling everyone.The girl hurriedly lowered her head and pretended to cough, then raised her head and her expression remained expressionless, but Mista stared suspiciously at the corners of her slightly trembling mouth.

"I have a way," Trish said.She quickly took out her phone and pressed the screen, then waved it back and forth in front of the three men as if holding a cross to exorcise a demon. "It's literally for the two of you—oh, I mean, for our investigative mission."

"What?" Mista was shaken dizzily.

"Theme night at the club!" Trish glared at him like he was an alien. "Don't tell me you guys haven't been through this."

"If you are willing to take your attention away from fashion and cosmetics for a while, you will find that Giorno and I have only been there twice." Mista said angrily. "Also, what the hell did you just say about theme nights?"

Trish kicked Mista's calf with the pointed toe of his high heels.Ow.She was really, really a spoiled little girl. "This is the club's website. It says that there will be a theme night tomorrow, and there will be many players performing and there will be a lottery." She explained, "This is a good opportunity for you, think about it, and perform well. , to attract his attention, and let him take the initiative to find you, this is much wiser than you trying to get close to him."

For a moment, Mista didn't know whether it was this proposal or the fact that Trixie paid attention to the club's official website that frightened him more.He subconsciously looked at Giorno, wondering what the man thought of the proposal.

Giorno lowered his head and thought for a while, and then said: "I think this is indeed an opportunity. As there is no other better way at present, the risk of doing so is relatively small."

Less risky, yeah yeah, it's not your ass to get blown after all.Although reluctant, Mista had to admit that Giorno was right. The more the other party thought that he had taken the initiative, the less likely it was that their true intentions would be exposed.

Buccarati pondered. "Mista, Giorno, although I said the task is very important, but if you don't want to, you must tell me, we will find a way. The task is very important, yes, but my team members are my brothers With family, we think about each other."

——This is where Mista loves Bugarati.No matter how much darkness and corruption he has seen, this man will always maintain a tender and loyal heart to his relatives and partners.

Trish coughed dissatisfiedly.

"And sisters," Bucciarati added awkwardly.It's not Bugarati's fault, Mista thought, at least most of them can't blame him, after all, no one in the group would dare to regard Trishau as a delicate young lady after seeing Trish's German back fall.

"Is there anything we can do better?" Mista asked.He unconsciously looked at Giorno again, and when he realized it, he quickly looked away.

Giorno thought for a while, then shook his head. “Or I could go and follow him,” he said, “I’m a new face, and if he spots me, he won’t recognize me. I can see where he usually goes, and maybe create some chance encounters. "

Mista snorted, "I'm more familiar with the terrain. I should go."

"No," Bucciarati refused. "It's too risky. We don't even know what he's capable of. Besides, I have a hunch he's going to be tricky."

Several people were silent for a while.

"If there is no better way, just follow what Trixie said." Finally, Mista sighed. "It's better to lose someone than to lose your life."

Bugarati took a deep look at Mista, and Mista shrugged at him. "That's tentative. If you have any questions or discoveries, please contact me at any time." Bugarati ended the meeting. "Giorno, don't go, I have something to talk to you about."

Mista froze for a moment, then looked nervously at Giorno.Giorno shook his head at him.

With trepidation, Mista and Trish walked into the elevator room together.If Giorno leaked anything about the club, Mista vowed to tie the guy up and sink him in the Mediterranean Sea.

It was Trish who interrupted his wild thoughts.

"You're hooked," said the girl with the short red hair in a triumphant tone.

"We didn't." Mista immediately denied it calmly.For this reason, he kicked Giorno home early in the morning to change his clothes.

Trish snorted. "So," the girl asked, "who's the one up there?"

"First, I don't understand where you got this causal relationship. Second, I, Gedo Mista and Giorno. Fuck it. Giovanna didn't get the hell out of it."

Trish gave a smirk of obvious disbelief. "That's a shame," she said. "He looks hot."

"I can give you his phone number if you want to ask him out."

"Forget it," Trish snorted, "I don't want to take any chances."

The two of them stared at the changing elevator numbers, neither of them spoke again.After a while, the first floor arrived.Mista breathed a sigh of relief.He turned sideways and let Trish go out first.

When getting out of the elevator, Trish paused. "Seriously, Mista," she patted Mista's arm with a false smile, "if you really want to deny that you two are together, please at least change your shampoo, you two smell exactly the same .”

After finishing speaking, the girl walked away as if stepping on a stage.Every step is on Mista's dignity.

Mista froze in the elevator, and didn't recover until the door closed.He ran out in a hurry and was almost caught by the elevator door.

Throw away that damn shampoo bottle first thing when I get home, he thought angrily.No, the first thing to do when you get home is to write a big note and stick it on the door to remind yourself: Don't open the door for Giorno.don't let him in.Never, ever give this kid a chance to get anywhere near the zipper of his pants.

****

In the afternoon, Mista received a package.

"Macho 007?" the postman asked him without looking up.

"What?" Mista was confused by the question.

"Are you the macho 007? Get your package and sign here." The postman said impatiently.

Mista checked the address, it was his apartment, and he signed it in a daze. The postman stuffed the package into his arms—it was not light, and then left muttering.

Mista frowned and stared at the package.He doesn't remember what he bought, and even if he did, he would never use the extremely shameful pseudonym "Macho 007".Seriously, who the hell would call themselves macho 007?It sounds like a name you would use when browsing a porn site.

Mista stared suspiciously at the package, as if it would jump up and bite him.Since receiving the body art from Diablo, the entire police station has been panicking about all packages from unknown origins, and Mista didn't really want to open the package.

The phone rang suddenly, it was a message from Trixie.Here's what I bought for you guys, you're welcome, hunk 007.

Now Mista didn't want to open it even more.He threw the package in the corner of the living room.

I have been choosing for a long time.Throw them away and you're done.Text messages came again and again.

Oh my god, has this crazy woman installed surveillance cameras in his house?Mista angrily set the phone to silent and threw it aside.

Since the beginning of the camouflage mission, Mista didn't go to work in the bureau anymore, instead he was free.After doing nothing for a while, he plopped down on the couch, turned on the TV, and tuned through the bloody soap operas and infomercials for a while. Finally, he tuned to the adult channel and decided to have some fun on his own.He fast-forwards through the action (pornography, let's be honest, is nothing new in that regard), and Mista reaches into his pants as the actress unzips the actor's pants.He listened to the slightly contrived groans of the actress, caressing himself absently, but he recalled the previous night when he and Giorno comforted each other in the dark.Mista stopped, half horrified, half annoyed, there was no reason why this should be on his mind at the moment.Well, he admitted that the handjob was hot, but still...

He turned up the volume on the TV, hoping to drown out the picture in his head, but gave up after a few cursory strokes.Finally he sighed, closed his eyes, and began to fantasize about the nimble fingers with thin calluses on the pads wrapping around him, thinking about how they carefully took care of his every tremor, recalling those hot and humid gasps in the dark , and how Giorno took a paper towel and slowly wiped off the sticky liquid between his fingers.These images made him harden quickly.

And the most painful thing in the world is to be interrupted in the middle of masturbation.

Mista glared in the direction of the door angrily, and the doorbell rang a second time without getting discouraged.He was so stiff that even though he was wearing loose sweatpants, he still couldn't open the door; besides, he didn't want to go, even if Diablo was standing outside the door in full armor, he had to wait until he finished his work.So Mista turned down the volume on the TV and pretended no one was home.He listened with bated breath for a while, and the doorbell didn't ring again, and whatever bastard outside had obviously given up.Mista hastened the movement of his hand again.

Just as he was about to arrive, there was a sudden noise from the balcony, and someone opened the window.Startled, Mista quickly jumped up to grab the gun, leaning against the wall as a cover and carefully sneaked over.

While Mista was stunned, Giorno stepped his other leg over the window frame and landed firmly on Mista's floor.The man was surprised for a moment when he saw Mista, but his expression soon returned to normal, and he even said hello. "Hello, Mista," said Giorno, straightening out the folds of his clothes, "I'm so glad to see you again."

Among the many questions and swear words, Mista finally chose the one he wanted to ask the most after some ideological struggle: "How did you get up? This is the fucking third floor."

Giorno raised the corner of his mouth. "I thought you were going to ask me why I was here."

"That's right, that's one of the problems." Mista stared at him unkindly, but lowered the gun in his hand. "But now I'm asking you, boy, and I'll decide the order of the interrogation."

"Then should I ask to see a lawyer now?" Giorno laughed seeing Mista's expression. "Terry Hugh told me that she sent you something and told me to come to you. I found no one opened the door, and I sent you a text message and didn't reply, but I heard voices in the room. I was worried if something happened. , just when your neighbor was out, I borrowed his balcony to turn it over."

Mista thought for a while, then frowned and said in doubt: "I know that neighbor, but he doesn't look like the type who would allow strangers to enter the house casually."

"Ah, maybe I didn't make it clear. He didn't lend it to me, but I borrowed it unilaterally," Giorno readily admitted, "I stole his key."

There was no trace of guilt or embarrassment on the blond man's face when he said this.He obviously has a cute appearance, but he is handy when doing this kind of thing.Mista was amazed, and he reminded himself to lock all the valuables at home, so as not to be stolen by Giorno anytime.No, he shouldn't have given the little bastard any chance to enter his house in the first place.

When he came back to his senses, Mista found that Giorno hadn't spoken for a while, which was a bit strange. He followed the other's line of sight and landed on his pants.Oh fuck god, Mista thought desperately.The only good thing is that the sports pants are loose, and after the series of changes just now, they have softened a bit.So there was still a slight possibility that Giorno didn't notice that the man was staring there just because he suddenly fell in love with the crotch design of the sports pants.No, it's not reliable.So Mista hoped that Giorno was blind.

But the sound of humming and humming came clearly from the TV in the living room.All right.Mista began to wish Giorno was deaf and blind.Better get off with Trish's wicked gadgets right away, right away, not for a second.

He cleared his throat, drew Giorno's attention back to his face, and said fiercely: "I put the things in the living room, I'll get them to you."

Giorno thanked him, and followed Mista to the living room. Mista's first reaction was to tell him to stop, but suddenly he felt annoyed. This is his home, and he can do whatever he wants. Watching porn and masturbating just shows that he has normal male biological needs.So he sat down on the sofa, carelessly pointed at the package in the corner and told Giorno to get it himself, while watching the other party's reaction provocatively.But Giorno was unmoved, still looking as usual, picked up the package and sat next to Mista, and even politely borrowed a folding paper knife from Mista.Mista stared at him for a while, and finally became discouraged. Now he has no desire to continue masturbating. He turned off the TV, crossed his arms, and complained: "Why don't you leave?"

Giorno's answer was to cut open the package with a paper knife. "Got to check what Trish bought."

"Can't you take it home to see? I really don't want to know what she bought."

"Don't be stupid, Mista," Giorno rummaged through the tools in the package, "You have to be familiar with these too. Otherwise, there will be problems when you actually use them."

Mista opened his mouth and closed it again.He couldn't find a reason to refute, so he could only stare blankly, watching Giorno check the props one by one, trying to stay out of the matter, pretending that these things would not be used on him after today.He saw Giorno pick up a familiar object. "Is this a whip?"

"Yes. And it's good quality, see these cross straps on the handle so that it doesn't slip when you hold it. These whip cords are the exact same length, and they're also designed to be weighted on both ends of the handle, so it's balanced, see , " Giorno put a finger across the junction of the front part of the handle and the whip rope, the whip shook a few times, but finally it was firmly supported on his finger.Giorno showed Mista the whip rope again, "The lambskin is of moderate width, and the tail is oval, which means it is gentle. If its tail is V-shaped or pointed, then you But be careful."

Mista immediately thought of the snake spitting out a message, and he was very sure that the sharp-tailed whip that Giorno said had the same effect as being bitten by a snake.

Giorno put down the whip, picked up another stick-like thing, and broke it off with his hands, it was very elastic. "The cane." He raised his eyebrows at the thing, and asked Mista, "How did you provoke Trish?"

"Who messed with her?" Mista yelled immediately, staring at the ugly little stick with an unkind expression.He hasn't tried it, but judging from all aspects of information, it's not a small role. "You don't know how to use it?"

But Giorno didn't answer directly, just said: "If used properly, it can bring good results." Mista swallowed involuntarily.He caught a glimpse of some other gadgets in the package, but Giorno didn't seem to be interested in them.

"Okay, let's try it." Giorno picked up the cane, enjoyed Mista choking for a while, and then calmly said: "Can I borrow your pillow?"

Mista cursed inwardly, but was visibly relieved, picked up the pillow and threw it on Giorno with unnecessary force.

Giorno thanked him gently, and Mista was about to speak sarcastically, when Giorno slapped the pillow, and Mista's back felt cold, as if the rattan had slapped him.He watched as Giorno changed his strength, making dents on the pillow, and wisely chose to shut up.This is not cowardice, this is strategically avoiding mass casualties.

After a while, Giorno finally let go of the poor pillow. The man rolled up his sleeves and tried it on his arm with the cane. red marks.Mista heard the rattling sound of the rattan hitting the skin, and couldn't help but ask, "Doesn't it hurt?"

"It does hurt. You can't underestimate the damage this thing can cause under any circumstances," Giorno said calmly. "But I must try it myself. Mista, I cannot apply to you what I do not understand."

"That sounds really reassuring," Mista said sullenly.

Giorno picked up the whip and tried it on the pillow again, flipping his wrist deftly.Mista looked at it absent-mindedly for a while, and suddenly asked: "You...did Bugara ask you anything before?"

"If you want to ask him if he knows about us, then the answer is no," Giorno replied without any pause in the movement of his hands. "We just chatted about how I've been doing lately, and how I've been working with you. You know, I just transferred after all. We also talked about my previous work in the Drug Enforcement Division."

"That's right, you were over there." Mista sat in a different position, and there was always a sticky feeling in his pants, which made him very uncomfortable, but Giorno was there, so he couldn't find a chance to change. "I've heard that the Narcotics Division is not having a good time."

"Big fish are not easy to catch, the funds allocated by the higher authorities are not enough, and the manpower is tight," Giorno said with a deadpan expression.

Mista snorted. "It's the same everywhere, man. Our deputy is watching the detection rate every day. You should see his face every time we find a nameless body. Come on, I didn't let them die in his precinct."

Giorno lowered the corner of his mouth and said thoughtfully, "To the people above, statistics are the most important thing. 'The situation forces', they always say that, it's both reality and an excuse."

"Yes." Mista was silent for a while. "But you are still very promising," he kicked Giorno's shoes, "I heard that you are promoted very quickly? If you become a deputy in the future, just remember not to be such a jerk like those people."

"Deputy Bureau?" Qiaolu Norn paused, narrowed his eyes and thought for a while, and then seriously said: "If you want to climb up, climb to the top."

"Dare to think, boy." Mista laughed. "I don't have any big goals. I just want to live comfortably every day. I don't have to think about things that are too far away. Fate has its own arrangements. Many people don't like uncertainty, and I think it's okay. There are many surprises in life, don’t you?”

"Like going to the club with me?" Giorno asked.

"Like going to the club," Mista smirked, "but you're not, you're a fucking scare box."

Then the scare box dutifully played its part—"Mista, come and try." Giorno put the pillow aside, and shook the whip in his hand at Mista: "Sometimes surprises are wonderful. Well, sometimes you need to be prepared."

This is absolute revenge!Mista pouted. "no thank you."

"Maybe you haven't noticed, I'm not asking for your opinion." Giorno kicked Mista's shoes and ordered: "Stand over there and put your hands on the wall." Slowing down, he added, "Don't worry. It's not the same as before, and if done right, it can feel like a massage, I promise."

Mista stared at him suspiciously for a while, then slowly got up. "You better not be lying."

"Don't dawdle." Giorno whipped his calf with a slap, but he didn't use much force, and he didn't feel anything through his pants. "Do you want me to give you a touch before you are willing to move?"

Mista came to the wall in two steps and stood up, followed Giorno's instructions and took off his shirt (God bless this time it was only the shirt), and stood up straight with his hands on the wall.He couldn't see Giorno, so he had to wait nervously.

"Relax." Mista heard Giorno laugh, and immediately felt the man's warm palm on his back shoulder. "I'll stay in that range, no tingling, no bruising, just try to relax, enjoy it, and let me know how you feel."

Mista nodded. "Ready."

It turns out Giorno was right.It really doesn't hurt—in fact, it's so much better.For the first few strokes, Giorno slowly turned his wrist, making the whip more like brushing his shoulders, bringing a soft touch.As Mista got used to it, Giorno sped up a little, but still kept turning the whip at a steady speed. The thick and soft whip rope fell in circles, bringing a gentle and dull blowing feeling. Star snorted.

"How do you feel?" Giorno asked.

"Not bad." Mista felt it carefully. "It's gentler than the previous ones. To be honest, it's quite comfortable to pat the shoulders like this. Giorno, let's just use this from now on."

"Are you sure?" The man smiled, raised his arm, grabbed the end of the whip rope with the other hand and stretched it into a straight line, then let go of it suddenly - and slammed it on Mista's shoulder blade, Mista's big shouted.

"Ouch! Fuck, what was that just now? What the hell are you doing?" He turned around and glared, and the other party grabbed his arm and pushed him back against the wall.

"Quiet, don't move around." But Giorno didn't sound angry, instead there was a smile in his tone, as if he had succeeded in a prank.He was back to the soft slap he had been before, drawing the figure 8 on Mista's shoulders.After a while, Mista relaxed his tense muscles, his skin gradually heated up, his shoulders became itchy and numb, but the feeling was still good, so good that when Giorno put down his whip and put his hands on his Mista only slightly twisted his shoulders, and put his forehead against the wall, letting Giorno rub his shoulders.Giorno's hand was very warm, but still a few degrees lower than his whip-kissed skin. He stroked his back shoulder with moderate strength, and gently circled the sensitive skin. Star couldn't help snorting a few times.

"Terry Hugh has a good eye for picking things," Giorno said.

"I won't thank her," Mista pouted. "She made me miserable."

"What about me? Don't you thank me?" Giorno's hand slid down the spine, and pushed up against the psoas muscle with the mouth of the tiger. When his fingers slid across the side of the waist, Mista dodged in fear. But soon immersed in the comfort of the massage.

"Are you fine, too?" Mista said harshly, even though the accusation didn't sound threatening at all. "You two are as bad as you are, planning how to harm me all day long."

"It just shows that we are very goal-oriented when we do things," Giorno replied naturally.

"Yeah," Mista sighed, "I can't, I'm not very good at thinking about results or goals first-I'm an actionist, Bugarati didn't mention this, and I guess that's why he always sends A Packy went to do the scene investigation and let me catch the suspect." He shrugged, "The boss said I can't always act on my instincts, and occasionally I have to take the long view."

"Oh," Giorno said, "perhaps I can help you with that."

Mista spent a few seconds thinking over Giorno's words several times, and still felt that Giorno meant that he was very good at planning and predicting, so he could help train Mista in these aspects.But, but—

"...I hope when you say help me you don't mean putting your hands in my pants."

"I can indeed give you some help in predicting the result, because I'm quite good at that part," Jolu Norn paused, "but I really didn't expect you to wear nothing in your sweatpants."

Mista pulled Giorno's hand away, turned around and glared at him. "I can dress however I want in my own home. And, what the hell are you doing?"

"Help you," although Giorno looked puzzled, but Mista swore that what he saw in the other's eyes was full of banter. "I'm so sorry I interrupted you, it must have been hard."

"If you tease me again," Mista squeezed out the words through clenched teeth, "I promise I will make you feel bad too."

"It depends on how you define 'uncomfortable'," Giorno said unhurriedly, looking directly at him with green eyes.

Mista frowned at Giorno, as if the latter was a huge problem.What the hell, he thought after a few seconds, before choosing between punching the man in the face or pulling him by the hair for a kiss, and Giorno's quick kiss back seemed to justify his choice Yeah, not to mention that Mista was already half-hard before Giorno touched him - obviously, those whippings and massages had some extra effect.

They pushed each other across the living room and stumbled on the couch.Mista was a little taller and heavier than Gioruno. Taking advantage of this, he pressed Giorno underneath, kissed the other's skin exposed outside the collar carelessly, and at the same time reached into his pants and rubbed himself.

"Don't worry," Giorno pressed his hand, pulling him into another kiss.

Mista snorted. "Well said," he muttered, absently kissing Giorno back and nudging himself on Giorno's crotch, "you're not the one who gets interrupted halfway through. try?"

Giorno let out a laugh on his lips, and Mista froze for a moment. He rarely saw a man laughing heartily like this. In his impression, Giorno always had a faint smile on his face. Smile, polite and restrained, but at this moment the blond man seems to have thrown them all aside, looking at Mista’s eyes with undisguised love, this gaze made Mista’s cheeks burn, and he couldn’t help it Wanting to look away, he can't help but spit on himself, and he doesn't know why he's acting like a high school kid on a first date.

When Mista lost his mind, Giorno rolled over with his arms around his waist, pressing him down.Giorno bowed his head and kissed the tip of Mista's nose, "I dare to say it. But you can try it." Then, he took out something from his trouser pocket, but Mista felt a chill on his wrist before he could react. , There was a click like a metal impact, and he immediately understood what was going on.

"What's the matter?" Mista yelled, eyes widening in disbelief. "You fucking—did you really come here in handcuffs?"

Giorno shrugged. "I don't make the same mistake twice. That's useless."

"Fuck you, Giorno," Mista grabbed Giorno's collar with handcuffed hands, "untie it quickly." Giorno leaned over and kissed Mista's ear, Mista Star flinched.

"You'll be fine," Giorno murmured with his earlobe in his mouth, "if you're patient enough, something good will happen." He said, reaching out to hold Mista's half-cocked penis and moving it.Mista rolled his Adam's apple, and reached down to untie Giorno's pants, but the latter caught him.Mista looked at Giorno in confusion, Giorno shook his head, and kissed his handcuffed wrist.

Even if there was any confusion in Mista's head, it was quickly washed away by pleasure.He slid his fingers in from the hem of Gioruno's shirt, and this time Giorno didn't stop, so Mista put his whole palm on it with confidence, pinching the other's waist aimlessly, elastic and tight. The solid touch showed that Giorno was insisting on exercising. Mista also vaguely touched two uneven skins, and he gently scratched them with his nails.

"One was cut by a knife, and the other was a gunshot wound." Giorno's voice was a little hoarse, and it rang in his ears.

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