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Giorno wiggles deeper into the mountain of plush clothing, the three blankets thrown over the top shifting only slightly around the bulging sides. The pile was mainly consisting of pillows and soft t-shirts, though a few boxers were thrown in as well just for good measure.
He frowns, getting comfortable with the surrounding smells, but something is missing.
He has at least one thing from all of his partners; two of Bruno’s soft cotton Day-Off shirts, a sleeping top each from Narancia and Pannacotta, plus one of Narancia’s sleep shorts from the other day, various items from Guido- barely even stolen, just picked up from where they’d been left in the bathroom- and a nightgown from Trish that also smelt a little like Bruno and Mista’s respective scents.
The only person’s things he hadn’t procured yet… was Leone’s. This wasn’t an easy feat, despite the alpha having slowly opened up to even the two newest additions to the group by now, because he kept the door to his room locked during the day while he was out, and even on the nights where they all shared one of their rooms or a few people bunked together- Leone Abbacchio’s room was Off Limits.
He insisted on doing his own laundry like Trish, and never left any of his things in the bathroom, unlike Mista.
So trying to procure even a single item of clothing for his nest was like the Holy Grail for Giorno right now. An impossible task, one that he wasn’t going to achieve by sleight of hand or mind games.
No, the way Giorno was going to acquire this impossible prize was the worst method of them all:
Asking nicely ...
...Actually fuck that- he popped his head out of the mound and winced at the cold air- he was going to steal some boxers if it killed him. Which was likely, if Leone ever found out he did this. Hopefully Bruno could keep him from trying to kill the blonde while he was in heat.
Climbing out of the nest wasn’t graceful, especially not with slightly weak legs and the warm wetness of his pre-heat slick between his thighs that had him wobbling like a newborn deerling, so Giorno eventually gave up and just let himself crawl inelegantly across the floor until he was free of the warm cling of the blankets. He stood up on his naked, shaky legs, supporting himself against the doorframe and straightening the soft shirt he’d stolen from Mista’s laundry just earlier today. It fell down to his thighs, large even on the gunman’s thicker frame, but swamping Giorno’s lithe, thinner torso like a dress.
The house around him was quiet when he peeked slowly out of the door to his room, various shuffling and voices downstairs, and like a glowing beacon of hope Giorno noticed the door to the goth’s room ever so slightly cracked open.
Opening the door had his knees weak, the smell overwhelming and comforting him as his toes curled in the soft plush carpet.
A quick glance inside saw no sign of the man, and Giorno- almost giddy on his luck at finding the room open for the picking- practically grinned as he stopped by the messy bed.
The room smelt wonderful, just the scent Giorno was missing from his mixing pot of partner’s memorabilia. The pillows were ruffled, a few stray clothes thrown by the bed and hanging out of the drawers like candy on a shelf.
When Giorno lifted the pillow up to his nose he practically purred. Squeezing it tight to his side, he leaned down to pick up a shirt discarded to his right, his chest growing warm as the strong savoury smells filled his nose.
The scent of Leone was one of Giorno’s favourites, even though Bruno’s fresh sea salt and Peppermint came close, and Mista’s natural smell of warm baked bread and Cinnamon was a glorious thing to come home to after a long, stressful day. Even still, something about Leone’s smell was almost addictive. It was warm, savory and slightly salty, like Tomato Soup or Pizza fresh out the oven, with the sharp dark undertone of something like the leftover graphite or soot that stains your hands when drawing or tending to a fireplace. Domestic.
A few shirts, and even a new set of boxers in hand, with the pillow tucked firmly under his arm for safe keeping, and Giorno scurries back across the hallway with his ill-gotten goods. Shuffling things around is easy enough, and soon Leone’s pillow and belongings are placed alongside everyone else’s in the nest surrounding his curled up form.
It’s warm, and smells wonderful.
Leone watched Mista practically prance around the kitchen, mouthing along to whatever shitty pop song was playing on the radio as he mixed and shifted the various pots and pans on the stove.
Trish and Narancia were curled up on the sofa, distracted by their own interests but enjoying each other's company. Narancias head lay in the Alpha’s lap, his shiny new game thing beeping softly whilst the pages of the magazine held aloft in Trish’s soft hands rustled.
From his place by the table, Leone could also see Bruno outside in the front of the house, hair gathered up in a tiny, adorable little ponytail. His phone was held up to his ear, the other hand resting in his trouser pocket casually.
The last of his coffee had gone cold in the bottom of his cup, so Leone chucked it back with a grimace and left it in the sink, ignoring Mista’s squark of “I’m not going to clean that!” which followed him out of the room.
The stairs no longer creaked as you walked up them- though less a miraculous circumstance and more due to the aftermath of a fight gone wrong, which ended up with the staircase partially destroyed and a new one desperately needing to be put in its place. This, however, meant that as Leone quietly plodded up the carpeted steps he was acutely aware of the sound of someone shuffling about on the landing above him, and a door shutting just before he was able to see who it was.
Not that it was a mystery, of course, with everyone else in their pack lounging downstairs or out of the house. Giorno had been smelling sweeter and sweeter every day now, like a sickly sundae from the galeto store down the road that made the back of your jaw ache, yet your mouth water.
If the blonde was up and about, his heat hadn’t properly hit yet, and he was probably keeping busy preparing for it, or so delirious on the edge of starting that he thought it was a good idea to be skulking around the house.
Leone looked over at the blonde’s bedroom door as he reached the landing, breathing in the thick syrup scent that filled the top floor. Feeling a purr rising in the back of his throat, he wrenched his head away and coughed it back down, turned towards his own room and stopped at the top of the stairs, teeth gritting as he took in the open swinging door.
He could swear he shut it, but that doesn’t matter now that the place had probably been ransacked by one of the little shits he lived with.
At first glance, he could tell one of his pillows was missing, and some of the clothes from the floor he’d dropped this morning were gone. Moody Blues whirrs into being with a sigh, quickly taking the form of the blonde creeping his way into the room and stopping by the bed.
The oversized shirt he’s wearing just barely covered his ass, swaying around soft looking thighs like a flag. The Giorno-lookalike leans slightly forwards to grab at where his pillow had probably been, hugging the air close and taking a deep breath into the fabric. Something warm stirs in Leone’s gut and rises to his cheeks. A few swipes at the ground rustles the fabric at the side of the bed, and then Giorno is on his way out with his stolen goods like the cat who got the cream.
Before he leaves, Leone pauses the playback and looks down at the slightly flushed face, taking in the bright blue of the omega’s eyes, the blown out black of his pupils nearly engulfing the colourful ring entirely.
Moody disappears, and Leone’s face drops from the little smile he didn’t realise he’d been sporting.
Every step he takes out of his room and closer to Giorno’s is suffocating, like a grip on his lungs tightening inch by inch, lighting a fire in his throat.
The door hangs open on its hinges, the honeysuckle thick scent seeping out like a fog from the thin crack, and Leone can do nothing but purr deeply in his chest as he leans against the doorway.
His eyes adjust slowly to the dark room, and he smiles down at the wiggling lump of fabrics and fluff in the middle of the floor space.
The mattress has been dragged clear off the bed frame, the room’s corner chair and various beanbags from Mista and Narancia’s rooms stolen away to border the sides of the nest like guard towers. The whole thing looks like a pillow fort, thrown together messily with whatever the blond could find.
Said blond has lifted his head from the pile, arms clutching one of Leone’s stray pillows to his flushed cheek.
“Hi.” He waves slightly, unbothered to move from the pile more than wiggling his waving hand out of the blanket cocooning it.
“Hi,” Leone shoots back, raising an eyebrow. “I see you raided my room.”
Giorno doesn’t exactly smile, but his eyes crinkle at the edges in a funny little way that shows his amusement even so, “I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.” He snuggles further into the pillow in his arms- the only of two black pillows in the whole of the house. “You’re letting all the warm air out, by the way.”
Leone rolls his eyes as he moves further into the room, letting the door close behind him softly. “Sure. How are you feeling?”
“Good, alright,” The hand wiggles out of the sheets once more to point at the chair by the head of the mattress, and as Leone approaches he can see a plate on it’s seat with plastic wrapped sandwiches and a few bottles of water, “Bruno brought me some food up earlier, while I was finishing the nest.”
Unsure what to say, Leone just nods, looking around the room whilst he thinks. “Okay, well, good…. Don’t go in my room again, okay? I keep my shit locked up for a reason.” He frowns down at the blond, who’s smirking up at him. “Next time you want to borrow some stuff… just ask...”
The two stare at each other awkwardly in silence.
“I’m gonna leave now.” Leone bites out, slightly too harshly, as he takes a step backwards.
Giorno sits up, bundles dropping from his shoulders as he goes. “You don’t have to-” He offers, expressionless. “You could stay… Bruno says- I’d probably get to sleep better if… You want to cuddle?”
“ Cuddle ?”
Giorno’s eyebrow twitches, and he huffs. “Okay nevermind, can you just send Narancia up?”
Leone drops down into a squat by the mattress. “No I can… I can cuddle? Will that help?”
“Yes, the scent of you is- It’ll be calming to have one of my pack with me during a vulnerable time like a heat, so with one of you in the room I’ll fall asleep easier-”
“Are you sure? Wouldn’t you prefer I get Bruno or Nara, or Mista? Or literally anyone else, other than me?”
Giorno leans forwards, pupils blown out and a sheen of sweat starting across his brow. “Don’t tell the others,” he whispers happily, “but yours is my favourite scent.”
The confession startles them both, and they both laugh quietly. “Okay, I won't.”
“Pinky Promise?” The blond wheezes out, grinning.
“Yeah, Pinky Promise, you fucking brat.” He replies snarkily, “Now budge over. Let’s cuddle- ”
Giorno’s loose fist hits off the side of his shoulder.
The two wiggle around, moving blankets and items of clothing until Leone finds himself laying on his side, arms wrapped around the smaller man’s waist and his nose buried in the nook where neck meets shoulder. Their legs intertwine clumsily, and when something icy makes its way up the hem of his joggers, Leone nips at the omega’s jaw.
“Jesus Christ, why are your feet so cold?” He hisses.
“Why does your breath stink so bad?” Giorno shoots back, pressing his feet against the larger man’s shin again.
Leone pinches at the soft pudge that sat at Giorno’s hips, growling low in his throat. “Just go to sleep, omega. ”
The sharp edge of Giorno’s grin can be seen from where the alpha lays, and as the omega shuffles closer to get comfy, the low “yes alpha,” that purrs from his lips absolutely, 100% does not do anything to cause Leone’s flushed cheeks.
Slowly, after a while, his breathing slows and Leone just relishes in the quiet overwhelming warmth he feels, listening to the soft puffs of air and feeling the even softer gold locks as they rub against the side of his face.
Warm, syrupy sweet and thick as it envelops him…
When Leone next groggily opens his eyes, the room is darker than before, not even a thin stream of sunlight peeking through the tiny gap in the curtain to tell him what time it might have been.
He was also boiling in his skin, warm and cosy as he dozed softly. Giorno was wiggling in his arms, sweaty and breathing heavily in short pants, his arm reaching down at an awkward angle-
Leone’s cock pressed against his plush ass, straining through the loose cotton pants, but he could also feel what felt like the blonde's fingers pumping quickly in and out of his hole in desperate, jerky thrusts.
Giorno whines, jerking his head. “ Alpha-” He chokes out, breathing sharply, “Leone-”
Swallowing around a dry throat, Leone rests a hand on the skin of Giorno’s sweaty, warm hip, stilling his jerking motions softly. “I’m here, I'm here, just breathe. What do you need, baby? Water? You want me to get Bruno, or one of the betas? Mista or Trish?”
Giorno shakes his head, keening. “No, you - please- Alpha, want your knot.”
Leone breathes in deeply, fingers tightening around the boy's hip slightly as he rubs his nose against the soft skin of his neck, the thick syrup scent the strongest in places like this. The scenting makes the omega practically melt, tension seeping from his shoulders and his face falling slack where it pushes into Leone’s stolen pillow.
“Okay, just relax. I got you, baby.” Leone mutters absentminded nothings, wiggling his arms out from around the melting omega and moving down inside the hot cave of blankets. Mista’s soft shirt has been pushed up practically to Giorno’s soft chest, and Leone uses that to his advantage as he settles the omega further with kisses and soft bites pathing their way down between his legs. “You’re so pretty, aren’t you?”
Giorno’s hand is still stretched awkwardly, pressed against his hard cock in a way that couldn’t be comfortable, so Leone gently pulls the arm up and presses the now free hand into his own messy hair. Small fingers twitch and twine immediately with the silver locks, pulling gently in eagerness as the alpha takes his dripping dick into his mouth.
Giorno’s soft whines and keening turn into sobs, his chest heaving as he gulps in labored breaths, hips bucking against Leone’s tongue. His cock was warm, salty slick dripping from the slit that made the alpha’s mouth water, with every bob and suck of his mouth the length twitched painfully.
Gently, and slowly, Leone moves his hand down the soft expanse of the blonde's thigh, circling his dripping wet hole with his thumb for a moment. Just a slight bit of pressure had it slipping in easily, and the Omega’s mouth began running at full volume with a stream of wordless begging and moans.
Leone lays his tongue flat against the underside of the omega’s cock, twisting his hand away and pushing two fingers in to the knuckle, using his other hand to hold down soft hips as they begin writhing desperately in an attempt to push down. There’s a loud, wet squelch as it goes, thick slick gushing out around his fingers with every push inside. Giorno yelps as the alpha takes him deep into his mouth, pushing in a third digit at the same time-
His hands are twisting in Leone’s hair, pulling and tugging like he can’t decide if he wants to keep the alpha down or pull him off completely. His mouth keeps running on and on with a mix of babbled please s and alpha s that never end; they only get faster and louder as his hips keep twitching in Leone’s mouth.
“Gonna cum, gonna- please, please alpha- Leone -”
Leone doesn't bother lifting up his head to respond, instead lathing his tongue along the leaking tip in his mouth, thrusting his fingers in faster and deeper, taking care to press carefully against the boy’s prostate.
Giorno tenses up under the ministrations, head thrown back as he shakes. The omega’s soft thighs clamp hard against Leone’s shoulders, hands clenching as he squirts heavily over his alpha’s hands and fills his mouth.
After a moment his hands unlock from their grip on the larger man’s tender scalp, weakly pushing at his face until the alpha’s mouth releases his dick softly, his large fingertips still softly rubbing inside him as the omega comes down from his high.
“Feeling better?” Leone asks, rubbing his cheek into the wrist still hovering by his face.
Slowly, Giorno lifts his head. His eyes are still blown out, forehead sweaty and his chin glistening with drool- but his gaze is slightly clearer than before, and when he gives a soft smile it isn't dazed in the slightest. “Kinda-” He croaks out, “Still hurts, too empty.”
Leone frowns, grinding his fingers inside the boy’s slick hole as if to make a point. “I’m not knotting you just yet, I want you to work it out of your system a little more first.” He ignores the subtle pout on the omega’s face, looking around the room. “Where are your toys?”
Giorno sighed, reaching an arm up and digging around underneath the pillows before pulling out what looked to Leone like a regular old dildo. He took it gently from the boy’s hand, inspecting it.
There was a twist dial on the base, and a small almost invisible button on the side, neither taking too long to figure out what they did.
“Omegas get all the fancy toys,” Leone snarks, “what next, something that fills you full of eggs too?”
Giorno twists, his face scrunching. “They do actually exist- can you please hurry up?” He pants, knees falling to the side slightly as he slumps back into the pillows. “It hurts .”
“You do it.” the alpha blurts, eyes gazing hungrily as they take in the soft skin on display and the sharp, heaving rises and falls of a chest half hidden under its shirt. “Fuck yourself with this little toy how you want me to fuck you.”
The omega writhes under him, whining loudly as he reaches for the dildo being pressed gently against his slick hole.
Leone grins, leaning forwards to nip at the omega’s collarbones and growl quietly into his ear. “Maybe if you’re good enough I’ll let you cum again on my cock.”
The speed Giorno shoves the dildo inside himself is impressive, and makes the alpha wince just watching. With only a few hard flexes of his arm the omega is almost howling into his pillow, fucking himself on the toy with drool pooling down his cheek and seeping into the fabric below.
Leone keeps mouthing at his soft, exposed neck, and a low hum starts as the dildo begins vibrating. He watches from the corner of his eye as the omega’s cute dick twitches against his soft stomach, dripping slick as his hips shift minutely. It’s addictive. His nose is full of thick syrup and he feels like his own mouth is dry.
“Look at yourself,” he growls, head full of cotton, “moaning like a whore and you’re not even filled up all the way, what would Bruno say?”
Giorno bares his teeth at that, snapping his teeth at the alpha in a semi-lucid way that makes the larger man chuckle low in his throat. It was nice knowing even as deep into his heat as he was, the real Giorno was present enough to fuck him up if he stepped past his boundaries. A rough hand wiggles around to grab hold of Leone’s hair, pulling him painfully up into a rough kiss as the omega whines loudly into his mouth.
His arm movements have grown jerky and slow, desperate and weak.
Leone reaches down, slowly, and with a delicate hand covers Giorno’s own. He uses his thumb to twist the dial higher, pressing the toy further inside and grinding it slowly in circles. The harsh thump as Giorno throws his head back against the pillow is dulled only by the boy's cries, and Leone relishes in every twitch and toss as he speeds up.
“Right there, hold it right
there yes-”
Giorno hisses out, cutting himself off with a loud moan as he tenses. The alpha complies, holding the dildo inside the boy as deep as it can go and slowly turning the vibrations higher and higher until the boy’s body thrashes under him.
His spine arches up, sweat dripping down his torso and meeting with the thick, slick cum that slashes up onto his stomach.
Chest heaving with deep breaths, Giorno takes a moment to come down before slowly pulling the toy out of himself from under Leone’s hand.
“Thank you.” He wheezes, breathless.
The alpha awkwardly opens his mouth to reply, but pauses, instead reaching over to grab a stray item of clothing from the side of the pile. It becomes a rag to clean up cum and sweat with, before being tossed to the side out of the way.
Giorno pats his arm softly, and Leone follows his pointing arm to the chair where the bottled water sits. He nods, reaching up to grab the refreshment. It takes a moment to wiggle the two of them around so the omega is sitting upright against his chest, but eventually they get comfortably situated, Giorno sipping from the bottle slowly.
The bottle enters Leone’s line of sight after a moment of silence, and he looks down to see the blond gazing up at him with a steady gaze.
“I’m…. good, thanks.” Leone smiled awkwardly, unsure how to respond even now; even after their pack had been together so long. The two of them rarely interacted without another member to buffer off, and - even in a pack with alphas - omegas usually spent their heat with other omegas unless they wanted to bond with a specific person.
With a quiet huff, Giorno quickly breaks Leone out of his mental spiral, making him look back down at the blond.
“You’re right, how could I ever think you’d want to hydrate yourself.” The demon smirks, taking another small sip. “Dare you stray from your liquid diet of Coffee and Red Wine?”
Awkwardness gone, Leone feels a smile teasing the edges of his lips as they return to their normal barrage of jibes, snip and teasing comments. He can almost hear the deep, chesty sigh Bruno heaves whenever they begin their tirade over breakfast or launch playful insults across the room from one another.
“At least I’m drinking something with taste, which isn’t something your piss-drinking ass can say.”
Giorno grabs hold of the dildo from where it’s been dropped, throwing it lazily in Leone’s direction. It misses, hitting the floor with a wet thump and a slight squelch.
“You liked it,” the blond huffs, capping the bottle. “You liked the idea of scent claiming a pretty little omega-”
Leone leans over, biting down on his shoulder solidly- not enough to bleed, but a strong grip and steady presence. Giorno’s pulse skyrockets, and he whimpers low in his throat, slumping backwards. The two of them fall together, Leone between the boy’s legs as they slide around his thighs and pull him closer.
He detaches his jaw, leaving a wet string of saliva behind. It glistens off the red circle of indents in the low light of the room, dripping down the front of his peachy skin and pooling in the dip of his collar bones- Leone takes pleasure in the hiccuping breaths as he follows it, licking a path along the blond’s neck.
“Alpha-ah…..” Giorno slurs, tilting his head back and his hips up.
Grinning, the alpha pulls back, hovering over the prone form below him with his hands either side of Giorno’s head. “If you want to be a little brat, I’ll give it to you rough. Is that what you want? Big strong alpha to fuck you full during your heat?”
Giorno nods enthusiastically, mouth opening but no words passing his lips. The sudden flush of pheromones is all the answer Leone would need, but he leans down closer, nuzzling against the side of Giorno’s face.
“Talk to me, tell me what you want. You want it rough? Or gentle?”
With a gasp, Giorno arches, nodding. “Rough, from behind, pull my hair alpha- knot me please-”
Leone’s head clouds, breathing in the next thick rush of scent Giorno seeps out. It’s sweet and syrupy, like slick and alcohol and the richest chocolate. He feels his bonding fangs snap down, all on their own, and he realises somewhere in the back of his mind that Giorno- sweet, desperate, lovely Giorno, who’s so pretty in this light and smells so good- has made him go into a rut of his own.
He grabs the blond by his shoulder, flipping him over and using his other hand to push its way through the silky gold locks. Leone pulls sharply, pushing down on the middle of the omega’s back. The way his spine arches is beautiful, and without warning he pushes his pants down and sinks his cock deep in the warm slick hole presented to him.
“ Yes-” Giorno cries, slurring his S’s as his voice cracks, “Yes, alpha, so big, your cock is so big -” His hand lifts off the pillow, pressing hard against his front as he feels the force of Leone’s dick expanding inside him as his rut takes over. “So big, so big, fuck me full alpha, pump me full of pups- please daddy! ”
Leone stutters, before thrusting harder. His hand lets Giorno’s hair drop, and he slams it down on the pillow next to Giorno’s drooling face. His other hand drops, pressing down on top of the blonde’s own. “ Yes, ” he growls, snapping his teeth. “Your alpha’s going to fill you so full, so pretty, you’re such a pretty little omega aren’t you?”
“Yes, daddy, alpha- cumming!”
“You’re going to cum? Do you deserve to?” He purrs, lowering his hand even further to wrap around the omega’s leaking cock. He wraps his fingers around the base, cruelly squeezing. “I don’t think you do-”
Giorno yowls, grabbing onto his arm. “No, no no nonono-” His voice is a whimper, keening high and stuttering.
Leone grabs hold of Giorno’s waist with his other hand, pulling him back roughly on his cock. The blond practically squeaks, eyes rolling back and Leone continues fucking up into him and pulling him down like a doll on his expanding ridges. Leone’s nails feel sharper, digging into his soft flesh, and his mouth waters looking at the fading red circles from earlier.
The glistening red marks are like a bullseye, pulling at his rut fogged mind like the pollen of a dangerous little aphrodisiac. Unable to resist, Leone bites down, sinking his bonding fangs into the soft skin, and feels Giorno clawing at his hair, begging to cum in breathless, cracked whispers.
Absent-mindedly, he releases his tight grip on the base of the omega’s cock, wrapping his hand around the entire shaft in one warm grip. It only takes a few strokes for him to cum, tightening down around the alpha inside him like a vice. Leone keeps thrusting, feeling his knot tightening like a pressure in his gut.
Giorno slumps under him, spent and mewling, eyes closed tightly as wave after wave of sensation rocks over him, overwhelming every feeling in his body with numb tingling pleasure, inching towards pain with every thrust. The alpha soothes his overstimulated mewls with gentle kisses to his shoulder and neck, wandering to his cheeks and hair periodically as he avoids the sore bite mark.
“Shh, be a good little omega, you’re doing so well for me-” Leone purrs, slipping his knot inside his dripping hole. Giorno gives one last squeeze, clamping down on the alpha’s knot stretching him to the brim, moaning and trilling lightly at the warm rush of cum filling him up. He feels his alpha's hands stroking gently over his hair and stomach, caressing the pudgy flesh bulging out from the cum and flesh filling his insides so perfectly.
Giorno’s breathing slows, and Leone smiles down at the sleeping form. He grabs the blankets, moving the limp form awkwardly around until Leone is spooning him again, wrapped in the warmth of the nest.
Leone takes a moment to breathe, shoving his bonding fangs away and gently lapping at the wound with his tongue, stroking back long gold hairs from the boy’s peaceful face. Without the fog of a rut, and Giorno’s thick pheromone soup filling the air, the room is a little cold, so he takes care to wrap the blankets snugly around every corner of their sprawled out bodies, and tucks his face into the crevasse where neck meets shoulder. He leaves soft butterfly kisses up and down the skin, until sleep takes him too.
And when he wakes up, to Giorno cheekily grinning down at him as he rides his cock, he thinks that he’d do it all over again. As many times as he could.