【jojo five parts】【velvet rice】Deliberately Shortsighted

Da closed his eyes, stroked the edge of the scar carefully, and drew circles on it with his fingers, the pleasure in his lower body came in waves, he was about to arrive, but unexpectedly, Giorno suddenly let go he.

Mista suddenly opened his eyes, he was on the verge of climax, anxious and confused. "how……?"

Giorno patted his face, and said in a tone that was half commanding and half coaxing: "...be patient." Then, the man straightened up, put Mista aside, and explained to himself. Opening his pants, under Mista's confused gaze, he began to move himself slowly.

Mista was surprised at first, but recovered after a few seconds. "Hey!" he yelled angrily, reaching up and gesturing at his hard, throbbing cock. "Can't you wait a little longer? I'll be there soon."

Giorno tilted his head and looked at him, but his hands still did not leave him.Mista's cock twitched pitifully as she was left on the sidelines.

"Forget it," Mista glared at Giorno viciously, and reached out to touch himself.Giorno suddenly pulled the chain of the handcuffs, forcing his hands to stop halfway.

"Be obedient." Giorno increased the strength of the pull, and Mista's wrist was hurt by the metal handcuffs. "Don't touch yourself."

Mista was annoyed. "Then what should I expect? Can I shoot it out with my mind?"

"If you can manage not to touch yourself, I guarantee it will feel better." Giorno leaned over and kissed the corner of his mouth, "Trust me once?"

Mista glared at him for a moment, then dropped her hand. "You'd better hurry up," he muttered impatiently.

Giorno didn't speak, and still stroked himself at a tormenting speed, only wrapping his fingers around the column and sliding up and down slowly, as if doing it deliberately for Mista to see.The time seemed to be elongated, and Mista watched as Giorno's fingers brushed the top of the penis, leaving a wet trail, and his throat was dry as hell. "You... How long will you have?" He asked, his voice hoarse than expected.

"I said, be quiet." Giorno said displeased, but his cheeks were also slightly flushed.

Mista shut her mouth, silently praying for time to speed up.He was so hard that he wanted to stare at the ceiling or anything unsexy to calm himself down, but he couldn't take his eyes off Giorno.He lay stiffly for a while, and when he felt the impulse subside a little, Giorno finally covered his hand again, and Mista immediately let out a sigh, not sure whether it was out of satisfaction or annoyance.Then, again, Giorno stopped just as Mista was near the edge.

"You fucking——" Mista gasped heavily, gritted his teeth and said, "What are you doing? Is it fun?"

"I thought you suggested it?" Giorno said.

Mista suddenly understood. "Damn," he cursed, "I remember I said let you try."

"Oh," Giorno sounded unrepentant, "Maybe I misheard."

Mista suddenly felt that Giorno was more like a gangster than all the gangsters he had ever seen, no, this brat was more shameless, cunning, and smarter than the gangsters——Mista belatedly realized that he was more like a gangster in his heart. Having said all his thoughts, his tongue seemed to be tied up suddenly, and he stammered and stopped.

Giorno snorted, and looked at him unkindly, like some kind of falcon.Immediately afterwards, he grabbed Mista's handcuffed hands and pressed the metal chain of the handcuffs to Mista's mouth. "Bite," he ordered sharply, "you talk too much."

Mista bit the chain, the cold metal pressed against the tip of her tongue.After confirming that he had calmed down honestly, Giorno leaned over and kissed Mista's chest all the way down, drawing tiny circles on the skin with the tip of his tongue from time to time.The hot and humid kiss approached his crotch. Mista was half nervous and half impatient. When he felt his breath hit his sensitive skin, he couldn't help but twitched excitedly, but in the next second he was surprised to find that those things that should have brought him to climax The kisses and licks landed on the inner thighs.Not that it's bad, in fact it feels great, but that's not the most important thing right now.But Giorno seemed to be deliberately against him, but he refused to lower his head slightly.Mista opened his mouth angrily, and before he could spit out the metal chain, Giorno bit the skin on the inner thigh with his canine teeth, Mista couldn't help yelling vaguely, and obediently closed his mouth.

Seemingly satisfied with his silence, Giorno started to lick Mista's penis again, while continuing to kiss and lick his belly.This time, Mista soon reached the edge of climax. He subconsciously moved towards Giorno's palm, eager to vent the long-accumulated pleasure. When Giorno's hand left again, Mista A frustrated roar escaped from his throat, his head slammed against the sofa cushion, his teeth rattling on the metal chain.He was so hard that it hurt, as if every cell in his body was swollen to the extreme, clamoring for the desire to be released, but there was no way to vent it.He'd never been so hard, messy, and yet so erotic.

"Shh," Giorno's whisper was like honey words and curses, "Not yet, Mista, wait a little longer."

Mista didn't know how long or how many times he had to wait.He was repeatedly brought to orgasm, and suddenly fell again, completely unsure whether it was pain or pleasure, and his mind was in chaos.Giorno touched his erection again, and sped up his movements. After a while, he took a deep breath and ejaculated, and several small streams of white liquid flowed down his fingers.Mista watched with fascination that the other party held his penis with the hand still stained with sticky body fluids. This time Giorno no longer controlled the speed, rubbing his fingers roughly and quickly, Mista Da arrived almost instantly. When he ejaculated, there was a momentary blankness in his head. The accumulated pleasure made this orgasm more intense than ever. It seemed that he was swept into the air by the strong wind and waves and hit him hard. I was so suffocated that even my toes curled up.After a while, he came back to his senses, still panting heavily.

Giorno leaned forward and kissed the sweat off his nose. "Now you can change your pants," the man blinked. "And, you're welcome, I'm happy to help."

****

After tidying up, Mista and Giorno leaned side by side on the sofa.Mista was too lazy to move, he used his last bit of energy to change his pants and clean himself, he really couldn't do anything to kick Giorno out, and Gioruno, a nasty little bastard, didn't have the slightest bit of pals ——Yes, friends with benefits, highlight—the self-awareness is slowly wrapping the blanket around the two of them.

"What are you doing?" Mista didn't want to be lazy, it sounded like he enjoyed the sex just now.All right.He enjoyed it quite a bit, but that didn't mean he had to admit it to Giorno.

Giorno froze for a moment, and immediately pulled the blanket away. "Ah, yes, sorry," he muttered, getting up and walking away.Mista was stunned for a while, and almost blurted out, until he saw Giorno go to the TV and squat down, and he held his breath before vomiting out.

"What do you want to watch? I'll play it for you." Giorno studied a few video tapes scattered on the TV rack.

"Any one," Mista sank deeply into the sofa, "I've seen them all anyway."

Giorno picked up a tape and stuffed it into the machine, then lay back on the sofa.They debated whether Gary Oldman's or Tom Cruise's vampires were more classic, and exclaimed in unison when Monica Bellucci made a brief appearance.

"It's far worse than seeing it in a movie theater," Mista complained.

"Go together next time?" Giorno asked.

Mista snorted. "Let's talk about it tomorrow."

Giorno didn't respond, his eyes were still on the TV, but under the blanket, his legs stretched out and entangled with Mista's.Mista narrowed his eyes, but he didn't move his legs, nor did he take his eyes off the TV, but silently pulled the blanket a lot closer to him.