Mista pulled the blonde onto the bed and into his arms. The smell of alcohol was so strong on him, and being this close it was more evident. “I wanna do it with you boss. You’ll let me right? I promise I’ll be super careful.”
He moved around as he spoke— pinning the blonde down softly on the bed.
“We already kissed and stuff so it’s totally cool right? Since the party is over we gotta do it, ‘cause I’m not tired yet. I won’t be tired all night. It’s like a friend favor, except this friend favor is a suuppper friendly friend favor.”
【 ✮ 】— Mista’s strong scent, mixed with alcohol, was indeed evident to the senses of the young boss, who found himself with his body against the other’s mattress, pressed against the boiling body of the gunner. The shade of Giorno’s visage went redder and redder, a lustful shiver caressing his back.
— No, it was wrong. And not because of him being another male and the whole religious controversy behind a same sex relationship. He was drunk –his words could just be slurs driven by the frenzy of alcohol running in his veins. He could say he was enjoying it and repenting of his actions when the hangover would slap his sorry head. He would murmur words of love he may not really mean a thing to him at all, and break his poof, fragile heart.
— « Mista, we can’t –You’re drunk, and this is wrong, okay? You need to go to bed and rest. » Giorno’s voice was trembling with uncertainty, while trying to command the other’s into listening to him. No matter what his true desires were –he couldn’t allow himself to turn the gunner into his weak point.
