Disclaimer: The Vocaloids featured in this story obviously do not belong to me. They belong to their rightful owners which includes Zero-G and Voctro Labs.
Notes/Comment: How about a pairing I did as a joke that wound-up becoming one I like? That's pretty much how I began to like BrunoTonio: it started as a mere joke of Bruno being himself while Tonio assuming every thing he said to him was suggestive or codewords for something else. I think I may put that original story later on in this story's chapters, but for now I'll post these month old stories.
Anyway, whatever happens next: I hope you guys laugh, cry, whatever if you read on no matter what. Thanks!
By the way, before anyone asks: "Tsunio" is a nickname that Sonika uses on Tonio whenever he - in Sonika's words - acts like a huge "tsundere".
Cuddles
A knock snapped him out of the peace and quiet he was in as he read a novel on his bed. The knock sounded again, this time going twice.
Tonio sighed through his nose and calmly laid against the wall behind him and his bed, then called out, "Who is it?"
"It's me, Elder. Can I come in?"
Bruno, he had a feeling that he was the one at his door.
The door creaked open as quietly as possible, and in stepped Bruno with a relaxed smile on his face as he removed his hat from his head. "Hey, Elder. How come you're not outside with everyone else? No alcoholic drinks in sight?"
"I didn't feel like going out there," he replied. The right side of his bed sunk a little, then he felt Bruno's arm wrap around his shoulder and the rest of his body pressing against his side. "Why did you come up here? There's a swimming party, isn't there?"
"Yeah, but it wasn't the same without you."
"Why is that? It wasn't as though I actually swam…"
"We would hang out in the pool's bar though. It sucks not having you with me."
Another sigh came from the opera singer. As he flipped a page, the presence of the Spanish Vocaloid nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck caused his cheeks to redden. The loose collar of his grey t-shirt shifted by the movement.
"Pleeease come down with me," Bruno pleaded in a soft tone, squeezing Tonio's shoulder as well.
"I don't feel like it," Tonio responded. "Besides, it's almost midnight and I was planning on retiring once I finish this chapter I'm reading."
"Can I sleep with you in here?"
"You're not going back with the others?"
Bruno shook his head, and that was it.
Tonio calmly flipped a few pages in his book, examined it, and then went back to the section he was still reading. "I have four and a half more pages left," he told him.
"Okay."
"…"
The room was quiet for a minute. Tonio's eyes scanned the pages whilst Bruno lifted his hand from the opera singer's shoulder to his black hair. His fingers brushed the locks, then made their way to his left cheek and softly touching his jaw. The blush on Tonio's cheeks turned darker and eventually spread to his ears and the back of his neck. These touches were making him flush, but he definitely was not going to admit this to Bruno…then again, he didn't want him to stop the touching.
"So, what story are you reading?" Bruno's murmur shook off the spell Tonio was falling into.
"It's…'The Count of Monte Cristo'."
"Looks like a long one."
"It is. That's why I'm going to sleep once I'm through with this chapter."
Silence overtook the room again.
As he watched Tonio reading, Bruno couldn't help but stare at his facial features. His hair wasn't combed down like how he used to do it, making the hair look lively and "fluffy" so to say. His brown eyes remained steadily on his book, and his lashes would flutter once with every blink he made. If there was a clever line or something that only amused him, Tonio would smile to himself and his brows would lift, a sight which was cute to the Spanish Vocaloid. Bruno's eyes glanced to Tonio's fingers that would carefully slip between pages and flip them so he could continue reading, one of those fingers wearing a simple silver ring in which he received as a birthday gift from this year. A present he had given Tonio.
"You know something, Elder?" Bruno spoke up.
"What?"
"I think you're cute."
Tonio frowned from embarrassment, however he remained calm as he said, "You must be implying about someone else who you're referring to as 'Elder', because…I—I'm certain that you're not saying that I'm 'cute'."
"Aw, come on…" Bruno sat his hat on the dresser beside where he was, then he told him, "you're cute and you know it."
Feeling too flustered by the comment, Tonio closed his book, leaned over Bruno, and placed the thick novel beside the Spanish man's hat. When he sat back in his spot on the bed, he caught a better glimpse of Bruno's blue eyes and the smile he was making at him. Something inside of him fluttered at the sight. It didn't help that his brown locks were gracing his facial features.
'If anything,' his mind commented, 'you're the cute one, not me.'
"You're done reading?"
"…I've decided to lay off it for a bit. I'm getting tired a lot quicker than I thought I would."
"I see…" Bruno watched Tonio about to get off the bed, but he quickly wrapped his arms around the opera singer's waist and yanked him back with a small grin, causing Tonio to yelp loudly as he landed sideways on Bruno's lap.
"W—what the bloody hell are you doing, stupid kid!?" Tonio shouted from embarrassment of the position he was in, his face turning a deep shade of crimson.
"Nothing, Elder~…" was his 'innocent' reply. Bruno leaned in and pressed a few kisses on Tonio's cheeks, then a single one on the top of his head and then one on his lips. "I just thought we could do something real quick before going to be—"
"We're going to fuck?"
"…n—no, actually, I was thinking about cuddling."
Squinting his eyes while his brows knitted, Tonio questioned, "What?"
"We don't have to have sex all of the time, Elder," Bruno explained to him, then added in with a blush, "including the kinky stuff."
"Cuddling though…"
"You know, the two of us in each others arms until we fall asleep. Stuff like that!"
"…"
"So," he asked Tonio, "what do you say? Did you want to do that?"
Averting the Spanish Vocaloid's gaze, he mumbled, "Cuddling though…?"
"Please, Elder?"
"…n—no."
Bruno sneaked in another kiss to his forehead. "Please, Elder~?"
"For the love of God, ragazzo…" Tonio tried his best not to blush harder but was so close to failing as soon as he felt a kiss on the middle of his forehead for the third time. The blush worsens anyway once Bruno kisses his lips briefly, his arms pulling him closer to himself. "M—merda…! Bruno, you're being a bloody nuisance…"
"Sorry," he apologized, flashing a small smile to him, "but Elder…" Bruno paused and quickly corrected himself, saying, "I mean, Tonio…don't you ever get the feeling to just lie in bed or someplace else and having a moment, alone?" When Tonio didn't respond right away, he continued as he said, "I mean, I've noticed something when we're in bed during other times."
When the back of Bruno's hand brushed against his left cheek, Tonio felt something tiny fluttering inside of him, however he keep his eyes away from the other Vocaloid's stare.
"You really like being touched, w—well…I mean in a softer way, if you know what I mean."
"No, I don't know what you mean. Please elaborate."
"Well…" He blinked. "How should I put this?" Bruno grinned all of a sudden when he was struck with an idea upon how he would explain himself to the opera singer he held. "A-ha, got it."
Tonio was flipped, without warning, out of Bruno's lap and wound up laying on his back with his head resting against one of the pillows. Bruno hovered over him, then he carefully reached a hand to his face and caressed it. Tonio froze as the hand ran through his hair and a kiss to his head happened.
"Usually, when we're done doing our thing, I would cuddle you a lot," Bruno said as he explained. "I noticed you were pretty into me touching and holding you after we finished since you would hold me back, so I kinda assumed you really liked cuddling."
Merda, was he that obvious during their "afterglow"? He already admit his kink of being dominated and being submissive as possible, but he was definitely not going to tell Bruno that he also enjoyed being cuddled with. Yeah, it sounded stupid that he enjoyed that and such a…erm, "unique" form of sexual pleasure on the side, but it was true.
He loved being bound by silk sheets or rope, but he also had the desire to have warm hands roam him while they paid attention only to them after everything was said and done. Bruno, although he was hesitant and nervous when he first did it, was willing to do BDSM with no problem; and Bruno certainly had no problem checking Tonio to see if he was all right and then holding him for as long as possible. His hands, like they were doing now, would run through his hair and cradle his face in between the palms as Bruno leaned in to kiss him yet again.
These touches did something to him, they caused fluttering to occur within his stomach and chest. Perhaps he felt somewhat attached to the want of being touched was because he didn't think anyone would possibly want to be with him, especially for intimacy. That could be it. He couldn't help but enjoy them quietly whenever Bruno decided to hold and kiss him.
"So, is it true, Tonio?"
Just above a whisper, Tonio responded, "…I—I don't…have to tell you."
Bruno, without his grin leaving him, plopped himself over to the right of Tonio's side and immediately pulled the opera singer into his arms whilst he yelped again. "Tonio, you're blushing hard~…" he playfully whispered to him, then he nuzzled his face into the crook of his neck.
"That doesn't mean anything," he snapped, but his voice was wavering and could hardly remain steady, especially as Bruno's arms moved down to his waist and felt a peck planted on his neck. "B—Bruno, I swear to God if you don't stop…"
Oh God, his body was getting warm, just like those other times where the two of them were like this. He couldn't give in to those feelings of wanting more, and he sure as hell wasn't going to tell Bruno to touch him more than he was doing. Things became worse for him when the Spanish Vocaloid removed his head from Tonio's neck and began to press butterfly kisses on his lips. With each kiss, did his heart's rate speed up and the redder he turned.
Between every little "break" between the kisses, Tonio said Bruno's name in a hushed tone until he would listen to him, trying to tell him to cut this out; however, it never came to be, for Tonio soon melted from the affection of the simple kisses and Bruno's arms surrounding him. He started kissing back, although his were a bit hesitant since he was still in the mood to where he was never, ever going to admit that he liked experiencing things such as this.
This little moment would last for a few more minutes until Bruno dozed off before Tonio.
The opera singer brushed a part of his curly, brown fringe from his eye whilst he observed his sleeping face. How the younger Vocaloid managed to fall asleep during their "kissing session" would remain in question for now. Wrapping his own arms around Bruno's waist, Tonio quickly leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips then his forehead.
"You're a bloody pain in the arse sometimes, but…whatever," he said to the sleeping Vocaloid, sounding weak due to him feeling sleepiness taking over him; and he was right. Before he went to sleep, he could have sworn he heard Bruno's voice mumble out, "And you're a big softie, Tsunio."
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