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It actually is a lie, is the most embarrassing part.
Giorno catches Buccellati leaving his office in the late hours of the morning. “Didn’t I tell you to get more sleep?” he asks, one hand on his hip.
He did order that, and Buccellati hates to disobey an order, but… “I fell asleep at my desk,” he says, completely straight-faced. “I was just moving to a more comfortable place to spend the night.”
That’s a lie. He’s been doing work the whole time without so much as a nap. There’s so much work to do, and he can’t assign all of it to his subordinates.
Giorno looks at him with a expression difficult for Buccellati to decipher in the two seconds before he grabs Buccellati’s hand and brings it to his mouth.
What is he doing-?
Giorno takes a long lick, from his palm to the tip of his finger, dragging his tongue across the skin slowly. “This taste, Bruno Buccellati,” he says, and then pauses. “I don’t know what this taste is.”
Oh, it’s that. Heat comes to Buccellati’s face from embarrassment, and he tugs his hand back once, but Giorno’s grip is solid.
“Obviously, I need more practice,” Giorno says, and licks his hand again. No, ‘licking’ doesn’t do it justice. He swipes up every bead of sweat from Buccellati’s hand, and there are considerable amounts of it as Giorno continues to explore every crevice of his hand with his tongue.
Buccellati never took this long to lick a person’s face. Did he? It was never this awkward, was it? He’s having trouble remembering with Giorno’s tongue still on him and showing no signs of leaving.
“Giorno,” Buccellati says. It comes out as more of a whine than he intended or wanted it to. “Don’t you think that’s enough?”
Giorno pulls his tongue away from his palm to answer. “You’re sweating. It’s not that sweet, but I don’t have any basis for comparison.”
“I’m sweating because you’re embarrassing me. Fine, I admit it, I was lying!” Buccellati pulls on his hand again, and this time Giorno lets him go. “Don’t do it for that long, it passes the point of interrogation.”
Giorno licks his lips, and Buccellati turns even more red and looks away. “It made you admit your lie. That means it worked.”
“May I return to my room now?” Buccellati turns back to see that Giorno is smirking. Never a good sign.
“No. You obviously cannot be trusted not to get up and go back to work in the middle of the night,” says Giorno, “so you’ll be coming to my room instead.”
...Ah. Buccellati doesn’t really want to share a bed with Giorno after all of what just happened. If it was any other situation he would be fine sleeping beside him, but…
Giorno glances downward and then at his face again. “You may have ten minutes to change beforehand. I expect to see you after that.”
This is even more embarrassing than being licked.