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We Are The Normal
Title: We Are The Normal
Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Vento Aureo
Character(s): Giorno, Buccellati
Pairing(s): Buccellati/Giorno
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 520
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: This Stand that turns people into goo will probably wear off soon.
Notes: 'They' pronouns because it's a gift fic, I do what I want. Title is a Goo Goo Dolls song, haha.
“Buccellati,” Giorno says, very calmly considering that parts of them are dripping all over the floor. “Could you get a bucket?”
Buccellati fetches a large bucket from the kitchen, and helps Giorno into it, scooping up fallen bits and pressing them back into them. It’s a bizarre scenario, but Stands do bizarre things like turning someone’s body into jelly.
Giorno’s clothes will have to be washed very carefully.
For now, Giorno seems grateful enough to be more stable. “I wonder how long this will last,” they say.
“If the Stand user can be believed,” Buccellati says, “it shouldn’t be more than a day or so.” They touch Giorno’s cheek with their fingers, and Giorno leans in to absorb those fingers deep inside their cheek.
It’s strange. Giorno’s cheek is oddly warm, for the goo it currently consists of, and their fingers are much deeper than they could go without aid of zippers. Zippers are a much different sensation, empty space instead of… of…
Giorno smiles at them and touches their wrist. “We’ll have to make the most of that time. Would you carry me to the bathroom so that I can seduce you?”
Buccellati can’t help but chuckle at that. “I’m not sure that’s how seduction goes,” they say, picking up the bucket’s handle.
They make sure the bathtub is plugged, because Giorno going down the drain accidentally is not an ideal scenario for anybody, before Buccellati pours Giorno out into the tub. Giorno reclines, sloshing a bit in the process.
“You’re taking too long,” they say.
“I am not getting pieces of you on my clothes,” says Buccellati as they strip. “That would be awkward, uncomfortable, and I paid too much for them.”
Once they’re naked, though, they join Giorno in the tub. Joining, in this case, being more literal than usual.
They are inside Giorno, surrounded by warm goo. Giorno is smaller than them still in terms of volume, and has to reshape themself a little, losing height in exchange for being able to make it all the way around their chest and back. They don’t seem harmed by him being anywhere.
“This is interesting,” they say, a little muffled. “I wonder if I can-”
Giorno’s body around their cock was pleasant, but then they ripple around them, moving their body’s gel just so, and they have to groan.
“So that’s good,” Giorno says. “I’ll keep doing that.”
The irritating thing about this position is that Buccellati has no part of Giorno to hold on to, can’t even pet their hair without going through it. It’s a minor concern, however, and right now they’re focusing on the new experience. No one has ever been this wet, and likely nobody ever will, barring any other Stands in this vein.
Not that they’re thinking about Stands or anything other than, “Giorno…!”
When they finish, it takes Buccellati a moment to realize that their come is very clearly visible inside Giorno’s translucent body. Giorno slides a little, trying to get it to mix, but to no avail.
“Well,” they say. “We’ll have something to talk about when the others get back.”
Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Vento Aureo
Character(s): Giorno, Buccellati
Pairing(s): Buccellati/Giorno
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 520
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: This Stand that turns people into goo will probably wear off soon.
Notes: 'They' pronouns because it's a gift fic, I do what I want. Title is a Goo Goo Dolls song, haha.
“Buccellati,” Giorno says, very calmly considering that parts of them are dripping all over the floor. “Could you get a bucket?”
Buccellati fetches a large bucket from the kitchen, and helps Giorno into it, scooping up fallen bits and pressing them back into them. It’s a bizarre scenario, but Stands do bizarre things like turning someone’s body into jelly.
Giorno’s clothes will have to be washed very carefully.
For now, Giorno seems grateful enough to be more stable. “I wonder how long this will last,” they say.
“If the Stand user can be believed,” Buccellati says, “it shouldn’t be more than a day or so.” They touch Giorno’s cheek with their fingers, and Giorno leans in to absorb those fingers deep inside their cheek.
It’s strange. Giorno’s cheek is oddly warm, for the goo it currently consists of, and their fingers are much deeper than they could go without aid of zippers. Zippers are a much different sensation, empty space instead of… of…
Giorno smiles at them and touches their wrist. “We’ll have to make the most of that time. Would you carry me to the bathroom so that I can seduce you?”
Buccellati can’t help but chuckle at that. “I’m not sure that’s how seduction goes,” they say, picking up the bucket’s handle.
They make sure the bathtub is plugged, because Giorno going down the drain accidentally is not an ideal scenario for anybody, before Buccellati pours Giorno out into the tub. Giorno reclines, sloshing a bit in the process.
“You’re taking too long,” they say.
“I am not getting pieces of you on my clothes,” says Buccellati as they strip. “That would be awkward, uncomfortable, and I paid too much for them.”
Once they’re naked, though, they join Giorno in the tub. Joining, in this case, being more literal than usual.
They are inside Giorno, surrounded by warm goo. Giorno is smaller than them still in terms of volume, and has to reshape themself a little, losing height in exchange for being able to make it all the way around their chest and back. They don’t seem harmed by him being anywhere.
“This is interesting,” they say, a little muffled. “I wonder if I can-”
Giorno’s body around their cock was pleasant, but then they ripple around them, moving their body’s gel just so, and they have to groan.
“So that’s good,” Giorno says. “I’ll keep doing that.”
The irritating thing about this position is that Buccellati has no part of Giorno to hold on to, can’t even pet their hair without going through it. It’s a minor concern, however, and right now they’re focusing on the new experience. No one has ever been this wet, and likely nobody ever will, barring any other Stands in this vein.
Not that they’re thinking about Stands or anything other than, “Giorno…!”
When they finish, it takes Buccellati a moment to realize that their come is very clearly visible inside Giorno’s translucent body. Giorno slides a little, trying to get it to mix, but to no avail.
“Well,” they say. “We’ll have something to talk about when the others get back.”