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Bruno was someone really soft, he needed reassurance every once in while and staying far too long from his family was a death sentence for him. So you never even though about the idea of bringing him along your work trips, when you would go meet your publishers and such because you would go to the capital and, well, it's the capital. Full of people, noises, lights. So much of everything that someone who wasn't used to could be scared off easily. Someone like Bruno.
But since he heard you had a meeting back in Paris he started begging to come along. Literally begging. All the Madrigals were surprised, you more than anyone and you tried explaining that he might need sunglasses and ear plugs just to not get violated by all that information. Still, he insisted coming and with Abuela's approval he tagged along.
Thinking that avoiding people was the best for his first experience, you were smart, you calculated your arrival late at night at the french capital, people were sleeping and Bruno could better see the city without being slaughtered by the crowd and noises. He looked like a kid in a playground, fascinated by everything, looking at the buildings in almost disbelief for their beauty as you two were sitting in the wagon and you though to yourself how cute he was.
Finally you arrived at your hotel, the staff took your stuff and most employees looked at Bruno as if he was some kind of lunatic, knocking on the balcony and doors along the way then holding his breath while taking a few steps and letting it go. You loved that superstitious part of him.
"It's really kind of you taking this person under your wing, but should you really let a hobo into your room?" Whispered the employee who was carrying your luggage. You turned with a cold smile while hugging Bruno who was admiring everything and barely paying attention.
"He's my husband, it's only fair we share the same bed."
There was no other word from that person untill you and Bruno reached your room. Your baggage was left near your bed as the older man ran up to the window to appreciate the view like a child.
At last, you were alone together. Bruno kept staring at the lights of the city, amazed in an impossible sense, while you started taking your luggage to put them on the closet.
"So...Brunito, what do you think?" You asked still putting away your stuff.
"It's amazing, just like you described, mi vida*"
"That's because you still haven't seen it during the day, mon amour*" He chuckled in response, nodding.
It was probably all the years of experience, trying to be as quiet as possible in the walls of Casita, but Bruno was a total expert on lurking you from behind and before you could even notice he was holding you, wrapping his hands around and resting his head on your shoulder.
You gently smiled reaching one hand to his face while the other to his arms. He snugged his face in your neck, breathing sweetly against your skin making it warm. But eventually you felt his lips kiss a line up your shoulder to your ear. Which was something he only did when he was in the mood.
"B-Bruno?" You asked shivering by his gentle kisses and hot breath. Having Bruno taking the iniciative was rare so you couldn't stop yourself from being a little surprised.
"I know we are safe in my room, that Dolores can't hear us there and all...but the idea of my family being right behind the magic walls of Casita... it's stressful at least..." He eventually whispered, moving his left hand towards your chest.
"Oh wow...is that why you wanted to come along?"
"Yep...I mean yes...That and I don't like being so far from you "
You giggled, you knew Bruno was very needy every since you met him. You married him knowing it, and you loved it too.
You closed your eyes to focus on the soft touches and breath against you, when you felt Bruno unbuttoning your vest, proceeding his hands to work in undoing your tie then throwing them aside on the floor.
"Can we, mi amor*?" He asked with a sweet tone and god how could you refuse, so you just nodded letting a whimper scape.
Your confirmation was enough for Bruno to start opening your dress shirt, revealing how tanned you were (after so long living in Encanto), then showing your bandages. The feeling of being crushed under those clothes was bearable knowing it did hide your breasts that bothered you so much, the same ones that Bruno was now setting free from the fabric, letting them bounce agressivelly back to their original positions. You sighed relaxing your body from the feeling of freedom.
"Y/N" Bruno called. You knew that tone, it was one so rare that even after being married for two years you've only heard it twice. It meant he was in the mood for pushing you on the bed and ramming himself in you. The hair on your neck rose as you very much enjoyed how things were going.
You turned to face your husband, putting his hand on your breast. You hated that part of you, but Bruno was great making you enjoy his touch, wherever it was.
"Bruno..." You sighed his name before putting your arms around his neck to lock your lips together. Bruno had a point, knowing the Madrigals were just behind the walls, even though Dolores couldn't hear inside the rooms or that Casita would keep the door locked and never let anyone get in when you were...busy. It was still stressful, the guilt coming up your guts knowing there were kids in the house, AND his mom. But now, oh now you two had a room all for yourselves and you could be as loud and free as you wanted.
This trail of though was distracting you from the main point, which was how Bruno was kissing your collarbone and sniffing your skin, moving his left hand up and down on your hips as the other would gently nub on your nipple. His face was being hidden by his long hair so you moved the softly grizzled curls out of the way, letting you see your husband's expression of lust.
"Hu hu...This reminds me of our first time...how I thought you'd be like a shy virgin and wow...you proved me wrong" you said still holding his hair up making him chuckle softly. He did remember it, how you sat on his face with a lustful smirk and he felt something crack inside him, he remembered quite well how he threw you on the bed to kiss you as he took out his length to rub around your clit until you both climaxed. He remembered everything very well. So, Bruno started trailing down his kisses, going downwards your breasts to stay right in the middle, now holding your hips tightly with arms.
"Mi vida...Te amo, te quiero*" he whispered under his breath, frowning his eyebrows, then turning to look up at you with his puppy eyes. Ever since you two married his dark circles started to fade, but were still there as he would often keep you company whenever you had to work overnight. Just the sight of him between your chest was enough to burn you down to the core.
"Bruno..." You called between hot breaths. You gently pushed him back to the window, making him rest against the cold glass as you kissed Bruno's lips, dancing his tongue with yours. Then, you parted, getting a whine from your lover who tried to close together again but was stopped by your index finger on his lips.
"Wait a second, meu amor*" you said before tracing your finger down to his chest, following your body downwards and reaching under his ruana to his pants, that were very tight against him. You smirked up at Bruno, staring deep into his eyes, then took off the two last pieces of cloth to grab the hard meat. It was already wet and ready for action, letting fluid out of it's tip to slide down the length towards his hairy nuts. You licked your lips at the sight, "que delícia" you though to yourself and with just a twitch from the red shaft you took it into your mouth all the way to the base.
"DiOs MiO!*" Bruno gasped agressivelly grabbing your head to stop you, his legs trembled a little bit and his head hit the glass behind as he instinctively tilted it back.
You let him breath, waiting patiently for him to look back at you with his big dark eyes, now starting to glow green. Eventually, he did, showing his blushing face and you took it as a sign to keep going. Slowly you slurped back the length to it's head, moving your tongue around it, sometimes brushing it in his uretha which made his hands tug tighter on your hair, it was sometimes painfull but most of the time felt like the right message for you to continue. Bruno's breath became short but deep. God, it felt good.
"Mi vida...por favor, no me provoques*" he brushed out between breaths as he patted your head.
A smile surged on your face as you swallowed some of the thick pre cum, before you deep throated again. His 17cm (hard) weren't so difficult, especially after two years of experience but with your tiny mouth it was still easy to gag and therefore you were careful not to. The salty taste filling your mouth and surfing down your throat like juice. You kept staring at him, never losing eye contact as you handled his length in and out, eventually stopping with it deep inside before pulling out to suck the tip. You moved your hands up to reach his testicles that were hanging freely, tightening up by your thrusts, showing how good it felt. The soft hairy skin was hot in your touch, like holding a soft cheese bread that just came out of the oven, which weirdly reminded you of your hometown. Your hands massage it gently, moving it up and down slowly.
"Ah aaah...cariño...esto es...tan rico aaaah"* it was the first time you've ever heard Bruno moan that loud, it was very exciting and made your heart melt inside down to your stomach.
His eyes were devouring you, glowing wide in the dark room illuminated only by the moon light coming from the window. His hands tugged hard on your scalp, his mouth in an 'o' shape everytime you tilted your head to properly please him. He let go of you to move his hips forward making you gag from the shock.
"I-I'm sorry! Sorry...I just...it just..." You cough a little waving your hand, looking up back at him to show you were okay and he could continue. He sighed by the image in front of him feeling a shiver run up his spine.
Bruno pulled up his ruana and his shirt in one go, throwing it on the floor beside you and revealing his upper body. It was fit, well defined muscles expected from someone who had spend ten years parkouring inside walls, a few small scars that he got eventually falling, a soft moccha skin that once was very pale but now shined with sweat. His pubes followed up to his bellybutton, spreading through his abdominal muscles, then showing back up on between his small but well defined pecs. He was beautiful, so handsome, so sweet and all yours. That though made your belly rumble in lust as your eyes teared up a little.
"Can you...uh...Sorry to ask but can you...do that...thing?" He asked turning his head to find the right words. He was still so shy to ask you anything. You gently smiled then popped him out making him shiver.
"Thing? What thing, mon cher*?" You asked teasingly. His face turned more red than before, something you though wasn't possible. "Go on, meu amor. You have to tell me properly, otherwise I won't know what you're talking about." His legs trembled under your hands that rested on his thighs, he couldn't even look at you, it was such a tease.
"C-can you...use your...your chest? Like that time..." He finally said hiding his face in his left hand, which made you smile from ear to ear. GOD, that was hot!
You adjusted yourself properly in front of him, giving the length before you some pumps with one hand as you used the other to take off your shirt, throwing it aside. Then you pushed both your breasts up, evolving Bruno in the middle, leaving only the tip out close to your lips and you licked it once, receiving a shiver, then liked twice, another shiver which made you smirk up to your husband with fire in your eyes.
He was already a mess, sweat running down his forehead soaking his hair that fell around his face. Why? Why does he have to be so hot? You ask yourself before finally starting to move your chest back and forth, pressing that hard member tightly between your breasts. You saw Bruno's cheeks burn red as he watched attentively. So cute. You, then, started to suck on his head presented perfectly in front of you and the Madrigal's eyes just rolled back as he spasmed.
"Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!!" He grabbed your hair making you stay in place, mouth open with him inside, breasts still pressing against him as Bruno started to move his hips. You just let him do what he wanted, he would never hurt you. "OH GOD! ME VOY A CORRER, ME VOY--*" He pushed your head further in. "ME VENGO! Me vengo, mi amor*, oh God Y/N so good so good ooooh oOoOO ah!" As he made his final thrusts in your mouth you felt the hot liquid fly down your throat, salty, thick and burning. You closed your eyes tightly, savoring the moment, breathing deeply through your nose and relaxing yourself to provide better relief for your husband.
Bruno finally let go, coughing up the last breaths of his orgasm before letting his legs give in to fall on the floor in front of you. He rested his head on your shoulder gasping desperately for air, face burning red, sweat coming down from his (now) wet hair.
"Are you ok?" You asked as you gently moved your hand up his back to caress him. He gently nodded but made no sound.
You both stood there for what felt like hours as he tried to regain his energy, I mean the man was 50 years old, it's understandable he needs some time to get back on his feet. Besides, those moments were so delightful, you enjoyed petting his curly hair as he breathed deeply into your neck and playing with your fingers bringing them close for a kiss.
Eventually, Bruno faced you with a kind smile, rubbing his nose on yours and touching your foreheads together. This was good. His gentle frame was everything you needed. But this wasn't over, oh no. His expression changed into a villainous one as he grabbed your hips and legs to pull you up, he lifted you both like it was nothing, then forced your legs around his hips.
"Oh dear! B-Bru--" he immediately shushed your gasp with his lips, invading your mouth with his tongue, adventuring the wet cavern like a professional. Which he was, actually, with you at least. Bruno gently set you on the bed, climbing on top of your body, never breaking the kiss. You moaned softly, trying to breath through your nose but god this was so intense and it was so rare for him to be this rough, he would normally kiss you gently, rubbing his hands on your back reassuringly, holding you into a warm embrace. It was usually like kissing a teddy bear, but now...now it was like you were about to mate with the big bad wolf.
Bruno trailed his hands towards your breasts again as he ended the kiss and traveled down hot licks on your throat making you shiver, finally having the chance to breath properly. He traced his mouth towards one of your tits and kissed a few times before closing your melons together and sucking on both of your nipples simultaneously. Your body jerked up from the pleasure. You never actually felt anything from breast stimulation but Bruno developed that part of you to feel incredible under his loving touch.
"I want to make a bebé* with you..." He said between licks and nubs, your body shaking under him. Now that was sweet, the kind of thing your husband would say. You didn't even noticed when pulled down your pants and underwear in one go, thowing them on the ground.
"Oh BrunoOoOOoo---" you were cut off by his lips on your vulva, kissing gently the hu humidity of the part.
"I want to put mi semillas en ti*...deep inside..." oh GOD who taught him to talk like that?! Your mind was becoming dizzy from the lust as you felt his tongue circle your clitoris. You moved both your hands towards his head to tug on his grizzled curls, curving your back over the pleasure.
You look down at him...he is smiling, still brushing his tongue up and down on your sensitive nub. That is a view you want to save in your brain for future use, most definitely. Bruno was teasing you and he was having a lot of fun with it. The man gently touched your (vulva) lips with his fingers, coating it with the geez that overflowed out of you, then proceeded to insert the tip of his middle one inside making you hold back a moan, out of instinct more than anything.
"Oh c'mon y/n...let me hear you, sing for me mi sirenita*" Jesus, this man was gonna kill you. Since when was he this naughty? Did you teach him too well about the vulgarities of the outside world? He was so sweet and passive, couldn't hurt a fly to save his life but now he was eating you out enthusiastcly as if he was eating a fresh oyster.
Your mouth fell open letting go gasps and moans, which very much pleased your husband that, now, thrusted another finger inside letting them both slide deep like it was meant to be. You shivered agressivelly this time, holding Bruno's head in place as he started to suck viciously on your clit. He knew that loving that part of you wasn't about only sucking, he had to lick it a few times to open up the meat tip that envolver the nub, exposing it nicely for further stimulation. Something he learned from you, when you would push his foreskin all the way to the back to properly reach the head of his dick.
"Oh GOD!" You moaned tilting your head back. It felt so, so, SO good. His beard brushed against your wet lips as he moved his jaw up and down, getting soaked between your thighs. His fingers pushing against a certain spot, making a hot pressure built up in your stomach. You started to tremble, your legs closing his head in place, toes curling in pleasure.
"Ai meu Deus*...I'm gonna...oh god Bruno YES! I'm gonna cum! Oooooooh ça fait du bien, mon amour*!!"
As the intensive feeling was starting to come up to your throat, Bruno opened your legs and released himself, stopping all his ministrations. You whined desperately in disapproval and discontent, turning to look at him with your teary eyes. He smirked at you while tracing his hand back to your vulva then towards his hard (again) penis.
"May I, cariño*?" He asked leading his length towards your entrance, changing his lustful look to his original one, sweet and concerning.
You couldn't take it anymore, it had been almost a month since you two had the chance to properly hit it off without being interrupted so you enthusiasticly locked your legs around his hips and pulled him closer to kiss him.
"Give it to me, give me your semillas meu amor" he chuckled before pushing himself inside, slowly, gently, making sure he was rubbing nicely against that same sensitive spot inside you.
He closed his eyes feeling the tightness embrace his cock, twitching with the hot slick inside, he groaned in pleasure throwing his head down.
"Ay Dios mio...I'll never get enough of you, of this...how it feels, how it tastes, how it looks...ah...I can't stop loving every part of you, mi amor!"
Bruno let out a gasp as he reached the your deepest part, leaving no inch out of you. This man had a power over your heart, body and mind that could only be described as a gift (you told him that once jokingly). He kept still for a moment, letting you both breath, caressing your thighs with his fingertips before looking at you. The Madrigal grabbed your legs, lifting them up to his shoulders, his eyes glowing green again staring deep into your soul.
"I'll move now, mi alma*" he said waiting for your response. You nodded breathing out, allowing your body to relax.
The mocha skinned man licked his lips then pulled himself almost all out, letting his head back, then thrusted hard inside. You gasped in shock, Bruno was always so gentle, this kind of move was really different from his usual. He looked at you, as if asking if he should continue like that, worried he might have hurt you, wide green eyes staring you. Your arms instinctively reached his, tugging tight at skin, making him do the same on your thighs. You both stood there making no sound but your heavy breathing for a moment, until you gulped and nodded to your husband and he did that same in response.
Again, he parted then thrusted hard, then once more, and again and again, always rubbing against that spot. Before Bruno, penetration was very uncomfortable for you, the idea or the act itself made you feel less of a man (FTM stuff), but this colombian, this gifted man that stole your heart with bad acting, weird telenovelas and rats, he made it feel completely different and it was so right, it was so good, it was so perfect. But Bruno knew that wasn't enough, that you still needed a little more stimulus besides that so he reached to your clit to rub it making you shiver and instinctively move your hips accordingly to his, matching the thrusts and his hands that followed up, down and around your nub. The lovely man lowered himself on top of you for a kiss, not stopping his ministrations. He moved his left hand up for your breast, letting your tongues dance a imbalanced and descordinated tango as the both of you felt the hotness starting to come up your bodies.
Bruno parted from you to snug into your neck, pumping non stop, moaning and gasping your name. Telling you how good you were, how great it felt, how much he loved you, how much he needed to knock you up right there and then because his heart couldn't take it anymore. You hugged him tightly. It was funny, usually you were the one to praise him and to take the lead, but today the roles were so switched and yet it felt so good.
The Colombian man lifted himself a little up letting you see his glowing eyes almost being hidden by big tensed eyebrows, his nose a little contorted as he gritted his teeth clearly holding back. His hair falling beside his head and neck, wet from sweat, some locks dangling in front of his eyes. Your insides clenched with the view before you, making your orgasm suddenly rush right up with no warning. You tighned up more which made Bruno grunt as he fastened his pace, doing faster and harder. You both tilted your heads back letting your mouths open into a 'o' shape as moans scaped your throats, travelling around the room before reaching your ears. Your curled your toes pushing the blanket away as your husband cried out your name, the only coherent thing that he was saying.
You could feel a burning liquid fill you inside, leaving no gap, you could feel it in your womb at the same time you felt something squish out of you, wetting everything. Still, Bruno didn't stop, he kept going for a few more rounds, eyes rolled back on his skull as he gasped your name a few more times, then finally stopping to fall on top of you, twitching inside.
Neither of you could move. It was so intense, your bodies still shivered together, begging for cold air to fill the lungs. Eventually, Bruno just pulled himself out and dropped beside you on the bed, resting breathless.
"Wow..." You said looking up at the ceiling in disbelief making your husband chuckle.
"Do you think...you can become pregnant with that?" He asked turning his head towards you.
"Definitely!" You giggled, facing him.
You two laid there in silent, just exchanging looks, staring deep into each other soul, his eyes back to dark.
"Can we..." Bruno started glowing red. "Should we do it some more? I-I mean, can we do it some more?" Your eyes widened, oh this is going to be a fun night.
"That depends...how much 'papi' energy do you still have?" You both chuckled, then he pulled you close to him.
"Oh I think I still have some gas, mi media naranja*" he said kissing you again.
That night was long, you didn't even get to sleep. In the next morning you left Bruno sleeping with love letter. The meeting with the publishers did go well, probably because of the great night you spend, you shined more than anything, still thinking about the love of your life who was waiting you back at the hotel. In your temporary paradise.