Soft Lovin'

by veau

Summary:

Just Bruabba fluff ft autistic Abbacchio because the world needs to see my vision (and who hates Bruabba cuddles?!)

Abbacchio stumbled into the kitchen, yawning and stretching his arms, making his way towards the pot on the stove to brew tea for both himself and Bruno, as he knew the man was a light sleeper, and would definitely wake up once he noticed Leone’s presence was gone. It was early, way earlier than he would usually wake up, but he chalked it up to getting a mediocre sleep that night. Hoping that his unsatisfying rest wouldn’t ruin the dynamic of his day, he set two cups on the counter nearest to him, grabbed his headphones, and sat at the table, waiting until the whistle of the tea pot made its way to him through the soft jazz sounding in his ears.

He had gotten the playlist from Bruno, it was his personal favorite, so Leone decided to listen to it every now and then, usually in the tired mornings such as this one. Where something too loud would grate overwhelmingly in his head.

He hummed softly to the tune of whatever song was playing while tapping his fingers rhythmically on his thigh. Rocking back and forth a bit, he turned his head as he noticed Bruno walking down the stairs, the latter smiling softly at him in lieu of a good morning.

He noticed Bruno’s attention zone in on the tea bags on the counter and the boiling water on the stove, removing one side of his headphones, he speaks, “Good morning, Bruno.” his rough morning voice drifting through the quiet air.

“Look who’s busy this morning. Leone, does that tea happen to be for me?” He playfully asks, mouth quirking and smooth voice seemingly silkier in the early hours of the day. A soft blush dusted Abbacchio’s cheeks, embarrassed that he couldn’t help but get shy around his lover, he just nodded and got up to pour their drinks.

Bruno padded around the table and across the kitchen to wrap his arms around Leone’s waist, being careful as to not bump his hands and make a mess, leaning his head into his back and sighing, leaving a soft kiss before turning his head to speak clearly. “I’m feeling lazy today, the kids are still sleeping and probably will be for a couple more hours. I would love to just spend some time with you while we have peace in the house, mi tesoro.” he admitted, tiredly tightening his grip.

Leone made a sound of agreement, pushing Bruno’s cup to the right of the counter, signaling for him to grab it. Bruno wrapped his hands around the cup, blowing at the steaming beverage and taking a sip, shivering as the slightly bitter drink hit his tongue. Leone made a face as he added some sugar into his.

“I can’t understand how you can just drink it straight up like that.” Abbacchio said, scrunching his nose.

“It’s not about the enjoyment, it’s about the–”

“Please. Don’t get started with whatever faux barista bullshit you’re about to spew, I’m not going to fall for any of your antics this early in the day.” Leone mumbled, turning to exit the kitchen.

Bruno let out a hearty laugh, quickly following Leone back up the stairs to their room, weary of the sloshing liquid in his hands. It didn’t take long for the two to finish their drinks, and they both left their emptied cups on a small table in the corner of their room.

“Bruno, can you do me a favor?” Leone asked, counting the fingers on his right hand over and over.

“Yes, caro mio. Anything you ask I can provide.” He said with a smile.

“Stop acting like I’m asking you for, like, the limb of my greatest enemy or something.”

“And if you were? Whose limb would I be procuring?”

“The brat, Giorno’s, probably.”

That earned him a slap on the arm, but it was probably deserved so he didn’t mind all that much.

“Anyways, what do you need?” Bruno asked, leaning into his arm, closing his eyes as he felt Leone’s chest expand as he yawned.

“I want to go back to sleep again.”

“Yeah?”

“I feel like I’d sleep better with a little more pressure, but Narancia is using my weighted blanket, and I obviously won’t be taking it from them. So can you… you know.” he gestured vaguely.

Bruno smiled, mainly because Abbacchio was obviously more caring than he let himself be perceived as. Leaning in and kissing him on the cheek, and after a quick second of thinking, moving in to capture his mouth in a quick kiss. “Of course I’ll help you, love. You don’t even have to ask.” He said, chuckling softly as Leone’s face turned red, his body betraying him and exposing his emotions.

They got comfortable under the soft sheets of their bed, Bruno slightly on top of Leone, embracing him.

He kissed him again and tucked his head under Abbacchio’s chin, whispering an “I love you.” while closing his eyes.

“I love you too, Bruno. Thank you.” He whispered back, slowly falling asleep.

Notes:

Was very excited to write this as I haven't written in a very long time