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The Re-Education of Guido Mista
Who would like to sit and hear the minutes of my BruMis (aka Sleeping Slaves, which holy shit Callie why did you do that) agenda? All of you? Excellent.
Cos here’s what happened.
So for the past 3 months I’ve been writing about Bruno giving Mista a life-changing dicking, and Mista going out and looking at the sky different after. @cocojumbohno this bud’s for you.
The Re-Education of Guido Mista (Ch. 1/?)
RATING: E for Explicit, not Everyone
PAIRING(S): Bruno Bucciarati/Guido Mista, background Bruno Bucciarati/Leone Abbacchio (this chapter), eventual Mista sandwich on Abbaccccellati bread
SUMMARY: Guido Mista is curious about Bucciarati's private life. Curiosity gets the cat its cream. But then Mista has a bisis for about 3,000 words, and later there’s a threesome.
EXCERPT:
The deadly grin Bucciarati flashed at Mista was as familiar to him as it was unsettling. He smiled, nervous, even knowing he was not - yet, anyway - the target of Bucciarati’s expression, before his brain caught up to his superior’s words.
“Wait. I’m saying. A girl likes you, right? She like likes you.” Mista shifted in his seat, leaned in close, conspiratorial, as if proximity would help Bucciarati see his already plain point. “You’ve got a chance at scoring with her, bro! I mean, boss! Don’t you think the right thing for your friends to do, the morally just thing, would be to contribute financially to your success?”
Bucciarati rearranged the cookies, still gazing thoughtfully at Mista. He uncrossed his legs, crossed them again before speaking.
“Mista. I’m saying, if a lovely girl like that expressed interest in me, I would politely decline.”
Bucciarati watched as Mista’s face contorted through every emotion at once, visually puzzling out his meaning, until-
“Oh. Ohhhhh.”
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