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Bruno Bucciarati is a tease. He will act as though nothing is wrong but underneath the table or behind your back, he will touch all the places he knows that make you get going. Leone had been dealing with hidden touches and secret holds all day.
Bucciarati had asked Leone to accompany him on all of his duties as capo today and Leone was in no position to say no, not that he even wanted to. He loved walking beside his capo and boyfriend throughout the town, letting everyone know that this capo was his . And though Bucciarati kept his face and attitude in check, his hands were a different story.
If there was an opportunity to touch him, Bucciarati took it. They touched and squeezed his ass, brushed against his thighs, squeezed his arm, and if there was a private moment, left a kiss on his lips that made Leone breathless.
Leone, thankfully, had been able to endure it all and was planning his own revenge. His capo was overworked and was in dire need of a night in. An early night would do him wonders, but Bucciarati had plans to go on a late-night stroll. Something about reminding the hooligans of the night who was in charge, not that they could forget so soon.
The two were lounging on the couch, Bucciarati reading with his legs over Leone’s lap. He was very focused on the words on the page, although the need for rest was trying to persuade him to sleep. Leone knew that dark eye bags were hidden underneath that make-up.
The sun was setting, so that meant it was the perfect time to begin his devious plan.
Leone moved between Bucciarati’s legs and crawled up. His boyfriend paused reading to give him a confused look as Leone took the book out of his hands and tossed it on the table.
“I was reading that,” he mused.
“Don’t care.” Leone leaned in and kissed Bucciarati.
The man underneath gave an amused noise and his fingers snaked into Leone’s hair.
“What’s with this sudden affection,” Bucciarati whispered between kisses.
Leone playfully scoffed. “You’ve been touching me all day; I don’t think this is that sudden.”
“I can’t help it, everything about you is so wonderful. I go through withdrawals if I don’t touch you enough.”
“Yet we’ve been home for a while, and I had to take the initiative.”
Bruno chuckled into their kiss. “I do have duties to attend to tonight, and you know me. Once I start, I won’t finish until we’re finished. I won’t complete anything that way.”
Leone pulled away from their kiss and frowned. “So, we won’t go any farther than this tonight?”
“No, not tonight. I’m sorry, there are just too many things I need to handle.” Bucciarati did look upset, he did want to stay in with Leone, but duty made him feel like he had to work.
With a sigh, Leone buried his face in Bucciarati’s neck. Bucciarati pet his hair in solace. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled into Bucciarati’s neck.
“What for?”
“This.” Leone ruffled Bucciarati’s hair.
Since becoming capo, Bucciarati had cared more about his appearance than before. He wanted to appear perfect for the people. He had to show that he was put together, even if he wasn’t so on the inside. His signature bob and braid used to take less time, but now he put more effort into it. Bucciarati would spend a good amount of time making sure that not a hair was out of a place and that it would stay that way.
Even a little ruffle to his hair meant that Bucciarati would need at least thirty minutes to fix it.
“Leone!” he huffed. “Why would you do that? I need to go fix my hair now.”
“You’ve been working too much; I say you’re taking the night off.” Leone smiled innocently at his annoyed boyfriend.
“I appreciate that you want to look after me, but that’s not something you can just decide.”
“It’s not? I say it is.” Leone knew he needed to trap Bucciarati’s hands before Sticky Finger’s zipped him apart. So he did.
Bucciarati was easy to trap when stands weren’t involved, especially for Leone. There was only some minor wrestling before Leone had Bucciarati’s hands secured.
“Leone—”
Before he had a chance to argue again, Leone used both hands to ruin Bucciarati’s bob. Not only was this satisfying, but he liked touching the soft hair. Feeling like his job was done, Leone leaned back to admire his work. The perfect bob now looked like it did after a fun night. Bucciarati did look adorable like this.
It would take a bit to fix his hair now.
Leone kissed his boyfriend’s disheveled hair and moved off Bucciarati. “I think you look lovely now,” he said smugly.
“This is going to take me hours to put back in place,” he sighed while toughing his hair. “I’m going to have to start now to be ready to go out later.”
Bucciarati stood and started towards the bathroom, but Leone was still determined to keep him in. He was feeling almost playful, which was something he didn’t feel all too often. He followed closely behind and scooped up Bucciarati.
“Hey—!”
Leone carried his squirming boyfriend back to the couch and plopped him there. He pressed kisses up Bucciarati’s stomach, an effective method of neutralizing him, and stopped right under his chin.
“I know for a fact that no one has forgot you’re around. It’s going to take more than just one night to do that.” Leone pressed a kiss under Bucciarati’s jaw. “And, you have a team that’s keeping an eye out too. Your control and power works through them too.”
Leone propped himself up on his elbows, causing his hair to fall around them. It made it feel like they were lost in his hair together.
“You’ve earned a night off. Either to sleep or have fun, but don’t work yourself to death. If not for you, for me. I want you all to myself tonight.” To make it all the more impactful, Leone leaned in and kissed Bucciarati with everything he had. “Stay in with me, please.”
Bucciarati relaxed underneath Leone and sighed in defeat. “You’re right. Polpo rarely went out and no one forgot about him.” He held Leone’s face. “I’ll stay in with you tonight…and maybe tomorrow if you can convince me.”
“I think I can do that,” Leone smirked.