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Mista looked down at the shopping list in his hands, not much just a few essentials- Giorno didn't even need to send him out he just did it to toy with him. To toy with him with that new... thing he had gotten, which was now buried a couple of centimeters up his cunt.
He stepped cautiously into the large store and surprisingly it didn't feel too weird he felt that something was pressing in him, but he could walk normally. He laughed to himself, damn Giorno and his tricks! Well at least this one he isn't going to get any fun out of, hell Mista felt pretty good with himself.
Until his phone started ringing.
“Hello?”
“How are you enjoying it?” Giorno asked, his voice sweet as honey. As if asking someone how they were doing walking around with some plastic shoved up their hole was something you could ask just as sweetly as 'how was the homemade pie?'
“Just fine actually,” he felt so good saying that. Giorno always tried to fuck with him when he wasn't in his Mafia Don mode, it sometimes pissed Mista off so much.
“Fine? Huh?” Giorno sounded genuinely kind of upset “Oooh right,” Mista did not like the sound of that, oh right what? oh what had he done...?
“It's not on babe,” what? What wasn't on? Sudden horror filled Mista as he gripped the shopping list in his hands.
“Giogio wh-” a sudden guttural moan filled the air around the delicatessen, he gripped the meat counter- oh God oh God how he was so thankful the butcher wasn't there. Something- that gross pink thing started buzzing inside him.
“Mmmm you sound good,”
“S-shouldn't you ahhh,” he forcefully held his shopping basket and felt his short nails dig into his palm in an attempt to channel this feeling into something other than vocal “S-shouldn't you be working?”
“Fortunately not,”
Mista's legs felt weak as he moved past the meat counter to the fresh herbs, he quickly stuffed what they needed into his basket and moved on to the furthest aisle from where he was now- cleaning supplies.
“How do you even fucking know we need this shit? I'm sure last time I opened up that cupboard we were stocked up,”
“Mmm yeah we were, but I don't know. Don't we get the same cleaning supplies all of the time,” he paused, his voice was so teasing and condescending for someone only 18 years old, 3 years Mista's junior “I just felt like a change,”
“A fuckin' change?” his legs felt weak and he stopped off around the empty tinned vegetable aisle to compose himself, he let himself moan into his hand “Oh Giorno,”
Saying his name out load was a bad idea, he felt a spark of pleasure, maybe if he pretended he was hurt he could moan all he wanted. The tomato paste was just there in his reach- if he could pretend he had stabbed his side or something maybe that would be a good excuse to lie face down on the dirty supermarket floor and let his eyes roll back while his tongue dragged across the ground, people might think he was just hurting, just leave the man alone to bleed and hurt while his boss is on the phone spewing such adorable drivel to him.
Mista caught himself rubbing his fingers across a snack sized tin of sweetcorn in almost a mock display of what he wanted to do to his own clit right now. He couldn't go to the bathroom- that was against the rules, dear Lord he would just have to suffer a little longer before getting home.
He limped into the cleaning supplies aisle and grabbed the goods, every brush of his thick thighs against each other was agony, the toy continued buzzing on and off at Giorno's pleasure.
“How are you doing with the list?”
“G-good just, good,” he looked down at the shopping list in his hand, he was about half way done, only fruit, vegetables and fresh juice left to buy “They have that apple and raspberry shit you like, you want that?”
“Ooh yes!” Giorno was on another level, how could he get so excited about juice when Mista was going through so much to get it. Mista felt the thing inside of him start up again though, this time a little more intense.
“Oh! Fuck Giorno!” he felt eyes on him as he exclaimed, his body lurched almost into the cool fridge where the drinks were displayed, the cold of it was at least keeping the heat between his legs down.
Mista tried to walk fast to the fruit and vegetable section of the store but with larger strides he felt how wet he was, he felt it gross and warm dribbling down his leg, hopefully it wasn't visible to anyone- God even then he'd rather think that he'd wet himself in public than what was really going on.
He picked up a pineapple and his fingers gripped it tight as he whined, maybe he could pretend gosh wow this is one breathtaking pineapple and just breathe heavily at it until he came, but he feared this wouldn't be a quiet orgasm, the toy was too comfortable and too far inside for that.
“Haah I-I'm almost done and, and you haven't got all of your fun,” Mista immediately regretted what he was saying, the intense pulsing of the toy began again and this time it was too much, he would rip his trousers off right now if he weren't in such a public place.
“Mmm I'm going to see I get my fun don't you worry,” his voice was soft, he laughed a fake laugh “I can't wait to see you come home all dirty and needy, all this is just preparation you know. I want you to cum around me when we get back, don't even shower, as soon as you get through that door I'm going to fuck you so good and hard,”
“Aaah is that r-right?” his legs trembled, he shoved the fruit into his basket and ducked behind the cart the fruit was standing in, “Giorno I-I'm really gonna do this,” he tried to squeeze under the cart, the feeling was so intense- his hips were being forcefully held by his willpower to stop moving.
This was all over for him now. He was gonna cum, he was going to cum behind the fruit counter and he couldn't stop it.
“You deserve it, you've finished all of your shopping for me. Come on Mista, don't hold back,”
Mista clamped a mouth hard across his mouth as Giorno spoke, his soft beautiful voice sent him closer and closer until he couldn't resist it any more. He grabbed the side of the cart and left his basket by his side, it might look like he's fallen over and hurt himself.
“Aaahn!” he felt a rush against the almost numbing sensation of the furiously buzzing toy “Oh, ohh Giorno,” he tried to disguise an involuntary buck of his hips as him rolling over in pain. He pressed his thighs together, he hoped no one was watching as he moaned down the phone over and over. It felt so good, maybe even the public setting made it even hotter than it would have been at home, it was so degrading yet still so nice to feel his hands cold on the filthy linoleum floor- scraping against it trying so hard not to stuff them both down his pants.
“That's it Mista, oh you deserved it. Oh you are too good for me,” the vibrating plastic inside Mista stopped, he didn't dare look up, instead he clutched his calf muscle.
“Oh! Cramps! Why me! It's such pain! Ah!” his attempt at acting made Giorno laugh, he picked up his basket and sauntered off to the checkout a little too confidently. He twitched a little as he walked, the rubbing sensation between his legs pushing the toy up and down inside him. That felt so good, even the shame of doing it in public felt kind of exhilarating and knowing Giorno was really getting off on it helped.
“I'll see you when you get home Mista, please hurry. I'm finding it hard not to touch myself too much before you come home,” Giorno's voice sounded breathless as he talked, it was so awfully hot.
“'Kay I'll see you when I get back, bye,” he placed his items on the conveyor belt as the woman at the shopping till, scanned them in.
He couldn't stop smiling with excitement as he walked to the car, what would have been a boring day at the supermarket alone was made so excruciating but so fun- he couldn't wait to see Giorno when he got home.