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The heat in the room was beginning to increase and the sheets on the bed had begun to knot while the duvet lay on the floor. Dio's cold hands climbed up her lover's body and stopped at her throat, giving her a light squeeze to intensify the kiss, an action that elicited a muffled groan from Jonathan.
Dio pulled away just inches from his face, noses gently caressing, warm bodies, and a trickle of spit connecting his swollen mouths.
"God..." he whispered, already overwhelmed by the slight excitement that was beginning to take over his body.
"Don't make that face" the blonde's voice was firm, he stayed a few minutes analyzing his face: wild blue eyes full of lust, pink and hot cheeks that matched with that wet mouth that he loved to abuse so much.
Dio knew that Jonathan could be quite sensitive to his touch and he always used that to his advantage, so he insisted on pressing a little more on his throat, causing those blue eyes to close momentarily allowing small tears to moisten his lashes because of the intense sensations that his body was experiencing.
"What face?" He asked innocently.
"That face of a whore that just was fucked." His eyes darkened even more.
More pressure.
Jonathan opened his mouth causing little spit to escape from the corner of his lips, he inflated his chest in search of a little more oxygen while the hand that was on Dio's back went up and down caressing him and then directing it towards the front of his shirt, grabbing it and giving it a slight tug to signal him to continue.
An electrical blast traveled throughout Dio's body, causing the hand that was pressing on his throat to move quickly to the nape of the neck, tightly grasping a handful of hair and pulling it down, exposing the neck of the man who he was devouring with his eyes. He buried his head in the crook of his neck, biting, sucking and kissing as he felt and smelled the sweet blood circulating through his jugular, blood that he was sometimes lucky enough to taste.
His fangs began to come out, gently tearing the skin near the star mark, letting small drops of blood peek out from the scratches that he himself had caused, his tongue slid over the injured skin, mixing the taste of copper and the salt in his mouth. He was not going to bite him and although his heart yearned for an eternal life with his loved one, they had already talked about it, he could not do it.
The grip on his hair loosened a little, tangling strands with his fingers as he traced his jaw with his tongue. Jonathan's hands dug into those messy blond curls, massaging his head as he pushed him, urging him down. Traces of lipstick adorned his collarbones and he could visualize the bruises he was going to have tomorrow as he felt little bites moving down his chest.
Dio rested his head on his pelvis as his index finger traced the elastic of JoJo's pijama bottoms.
"Tell me to do it and I'll do it," he said without looking at him, concentrating on the seams of the fabric.
"Why do you need to hear it if you already know?"
"Because you are ashamed and I like to humiliate you"
Jonathan sighed and sank further back onto the mattress, his fingers messing with Dio's hair lovingly. He took a deep breath and blew it out heavily.
"Fine" he said as he settled into bed with the help of his elbows.
Dio got up a bit staring him in the eyes, a smile of victory peeking out when he saw Jonathan's cheeks turn red while looked away to some point on the mattress. His hand slid quickly to his groin, pressing down a little to push him to the limit. He wanted to hear it.
"Suck my..."
"Father!"
There was a scream from the floor below, feet hurtling up the ladder.
Jonathan pushed Dio hard as he rolled over on the mattress, desperately searching for his pajama top. At what point did he take it from me? He quickly took the duvet off the floor, covering the upper part of his body and then buring his face in the feather pillow, the cold red silk that covered her contrasting with his hot face.
Dio stayed static in place, turning his head toward the door as his fists clenched the sheets beneath him. Damn, he thought.
The door was flung open, revealing a 15 year old Giorno with one shoe on his foot and the other in his hand where he also had a comb. Blonde curls falling from his shoulders, toothbrushes in his mouth, and green orbs blazing with excitement.
"Can you comb my hair?"
Dio did not speak. He just glared at him as his grip on the sheets tightened, turning his knuckles whiter than his skin.
"What happened to dad ...?"
"Giorno," he interrupted. "What do you want? And what did I tell you about knocking on the door? And do not run down the stairs you can fall."
"I'm not going to fall, I'm not stupid."
"A little bit" he said, thinking about the clumsiness inherited from his husband.
"I'm going out with my friends" he said, downplaying the above. "I need you to comb me, please father."
"It's eleven o'clock at night," Jonathan exclaimed, emerging from the mess of fabrics in which he had hidden.
"The night is young," he replied sarcastically, earning a look of reproach from his father. "We have to pick up Mista, Narancia and Fugo will also go, Abbachio and Bruno are waiting for us"
"And who are those? Abbachio and Bruno? They are not that pair of older boys, right?"
"Just 3 years olders than me, they are not bad guys dad" Giorno insisted as he sat on the floor to put on the missing shoe.
"I don't like you hanging out with that guys... and Mista..."
"If I take you, will you stop bothering me?" Dio interrupted. He needed Giorno to leave.
"YES!"
"DIO!"
"JoJo" he said turning his head while making an obscene gesture with his mouth and his hand, causing Jonathan to lift his leg, pretending to hit him. Giorno looked at the situation confused.
"You're not coming home tonight" his father said as he got up from the bed and grabbed his son by the collar of his jacket, leading him out of the room.
"What? Why?" He asked confused.
"You are annoying."
Giorno pouted but didn't complain, in the middle of the night he would have asked to be allowed to stay at Abbacchio's house anyway, excusing himself that everyone else would stay too.
Once Dio finished fixing his son's hair, he took the car keys and they both headed to the garage, before they leave he texted Jonathan saying that he would be back quickly.
[23:13] Dio: Take a look on my closet, at the top there is a box with toys. Enjoy it.
[23:14] Dio: Oh there's also lingerie in one of my drawers, put it on and wait for me
[23:16] Dio: No, don't put it on I will take you off anyways.
"Father, can you please stop sending messages? Mista is waiting" Giorno interrumpted him.
Dio didn't look at him. He settled into the seat and before heading to Mista's house, he sent one last message to Jonathan.
[23:18] Dio: Fuck it, forget what I said. Put the lengerie. I'll be right back in 10 minutes.
He will definitly enjoy his sex night.