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[heliolicious]

continuation of the rp // @chokomilky

when the pink haired boy didn't answer him and just went in for a kiss without saying anything, napoleone thought he could have a heart attack right in that moment. did it mean that his friend wanted it just as much as him? or did he do it just because he looked desperate to receive a kiss? all he knew was that he could feel ivan's hand sliding behind his back, and that it gave him goosebumps.

enough to make him gasp in the middle of the kiss, enough to make all his senses go berserk and make his head spin like he was high. he had just kissed his friend, his male friend, and was feeling something his previous girlfriend portia never made him feel. he was in need for more.

when their lips parted, napoleone slightly leaned towards him, whining a little for he didn't want to part from that kiss, but either way, he talked.

"ivan... i-i even forgot what was the question..."

he said, his hands trembling as he scooted closer to him, and put his hands on the pink haired boy's neck.

"it doesn't really matter anymore."

napoleone stated, as he pulled the older boy in for another kiss, a deeper one, but the way his body warmed up and pushed against ivan's, hinted to the fact that he was looking for more than just some kissing. though, he had never done that before in his 18 years of life. and he was inexperienced, to be the one to start. giving hints would have hopefully been enough.

above all when the hints consisted in trying to straddle the pink haired's legs and grinding softly against him.

[papelorigami]

The journey had been too long for his liking, he had decided that going by train would be a more nostalgic way to get to Italy, just as he had left his birthplace, so would he return.

He went as a lonely man, with some of his subordinates hiding in the shadows pretending to be ordinary people, but while that was going on, Ivan was simply lost in his opaque thoughts.

That two-coloured gaze transformed into a completely green one, his face was better sculpted, and the position in which he sat gave him an air of being someone superior, someone important. He might be flamboyant in the way he dressed, his hair and his mannerisms in the way he picked things up or held a book. Still, one look was enough to take anyone's breath away.

He crossed his legs for a while longer until he reached the station in Naples, he took his time, even if he was late, Domenico wasn't going to say anything to him.

He had received his invitation a few weeks ago, just to agree on some deals they had in common, and to introduce him to new partners.

It was almost the end of September when he arrived in Naples after such a long time, 7 years in total. He had left everything, but at that moment he was nobody so that had been put on the back burner, while he was there he planned to look for some people, just to check that all his connections were in order.

A car came to pick him up, Domenico is like that with his visitors, a simple car with tinted windows, no one came out to meet him, and he just got into the car closing the door behind him knowing he was being followed.

A ten minute drive was enough, he got out and found the mansion that Tadano sometimes described as a psychiatric hospital. Typical welcoming, typical elegant background, but he felt the energy of the place. His hands rested in his pockets, as if he wasn't about to go see the head of one of the most important mafias in the country, and outside of it, of course.

One of the maids of the place that received him took him to a lounge, and told him that she would inform him about his arrival, as soon as a few minutes passed, which he dedicated to look outside the window, being seated all the time made his back ache, it was really annoying.

He didn't even look away when he heard some voices approaching him, they weren't even in the room, only his eyes moved to the door, at the moment when two people entered.

-It's strange that this time you made me wait....

-“I had business to attend to, Radkevich, unlike you, who made me wait on purpose..."

Castiglier, tired, let out a sigh but stepped aside to let the second person beside him be more visible to Ivan's eyes.

- "I invited you because we had a few matters to attend to, and because there have been some changes that would surely interest you..."

He had not shown any emotion on his face until that moment, he met the eyes of the other person, he had a familiar air, but something was missing, something important to him.

But he would listen and draw his conclusions.

-So... I hear you...".

@la-rosa-bianca