"Damn it..." he muttered, stomping back to his place between Antonio's legs, running his free hand across the femininely-clad chest of his wanton friend, palming the nubs that strained against the flaming fabric, ignoring the resulting noises emanating from the man below him.
It wasn't like they did this that often... why the hell should it be good that he remembered where things were kept... he was the one that always had to clean up afterwards anyway...
His ruminations were rudely interrupted when a slightly tanned hand came to rest over his, stilling it, and he looked into a face flushed red as its owner's dress, into lust-filled, piercing brown eyes. "Follame, Lovi..."
That did it. Any remaining coherent thoughts or restraint fled, and Lovino snatched his hand from the Spaniard's chest, shoving the copious ruffles away as his freshly lubed fingers sought their destination.
One, two fingers, stretching, pulling, and Antonio was ready. One quick thrust, and he was in, panting, bent over Antonio as Antonio's fingers scrabbled for purchase on the Italian's back.
Antonio was so pliant, surrounding him, gasping every time he angled just so, calling his name with every breath.
Lovino was surprised he didn't come right then, amid the delicious noises Antonio was making. Their flushed faces were next to each other as Lovino thrusted, and he was so close...
Then the world exploded; he was a ball of fire- Lovino came suddenly, his vision fading as everything turned crimson, slowly clearing to reveal a mischevious face inches from his own and teeth framed in a satisfied grin, grasping Lovino's lone hair curl.
Lovino paused, regaining his posture, and snaked his hand between their bodies, pulling at Antonio's cock until that annoying smirk was replaced with a much more appropriate moan and a face cortorted with pleasure as the Spaniard came, all over his pretty dress.
***
An hour or so later, as they both laid in Antonio's large bed, Antonio turned his head on the pillow suddenly towards Lovino, his face worried, as though he had just remembered something. "Are you still mad at me, Lovi?" Lovino groaned and buried his face in a pillow.
((Or rather, OH MY GUINNESS, YOU MADE LOVINO SEME. I MUST LOVE YOU HARD AND FAST RIGHT NOW. I am very serious. This is awesome. I really cannot say anything else, save that you have stuck an unremovable pervy grin on my face. THANK YOU SO MUCHos. ))
Holy crap, anon. You're the one who wrote S.Italy/matador!Spain for the first part of the meme, aren't you? I could feel my language kink being hit like the fist of an angry god throughout both fics, so I figured they had to have been written by you.
Anyway, thank you so much. I never got to comment on your other fic cause I was dying of blood loss, but homg, I wanna grow up and write smut that's as hot as yours.
Haha, actually, I'm not! I'm honored you think so, though, because I loved that fic! Anon admits to drawing inspiration from it, however, and using that handy phrase list another anon provided for it :x
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El Baile Flamenco, 3/3 ~the end~
(Anonymous) 2009-01-25 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)It wasn't like they did this that often... why the hell should it be good that he remembered where things were kept... he was the one that always had to clean up afterwards anyway...
His ruminations were rudely interrupted when a slightly tanned hand came to rest over his, stilling it, and he looked into a face flushed red as its owner's dress, into lust-filled, piercing brown eyes. "Follame, Lovi..."
That did it. Any remaining coherent thoughts or restraint fled, and Lovino snatched his hand from the Spaniard's chest, shoving the copious ruffles away as his freshly lubed fingers sought their destination.
One, two fingers, stretching, pulling, and Antonio was ready. One quick thrust, and he was in, panting, bent over Antonio as Antonio's fingers scrabbled for purchase on the Italian's back.
Antonio was so pliant, surrounding him, gasping every time he angled just so, calling his name with every breath.
"Qué bien..." Antonio moaned, "Lovi... ah!"
Lovino was surprised he didn't come right then, amid the delicious noises Antonio was making. Their flushed faces were next to each other as Lovino thrusted, and he was so close...
Then the world exploded; he was a ball of fire- Lovino came suddenly, his vision fading as everything turned crimson, slowly clearing to reveal a mischevious face inches from his own and teeth framed in a satisfied grin, grasping Lovino's lone hair curl.
Lovino paused, regaining his posture, and snaked his hand between their bodies, pulling at Antonio's cock until that annoying smirk was replaced with a much more appropriate moan and a face cortorted with pleasure as the Spaniard came, all over his pretty dress.
***
An hour or so later, as they both laid in Antonio's large bed, Antonio turned his head on the pillow suddenly towards Lovino, his face worried, as though he had just remembered something. "Are you still mad at me, Lovi?" Lovino groaned and buried his face in a pillow.
Re: El Baile Flamenco, 3/3 ~the end~
(Anonymous) 2009-01-26 01:09 am (UTC)(link)Love, Total K.O. Anon.
((Or rather, OH MY GUINNESS, YOU MADE LOVINO SEME.
I MUST LOVE YOU HARD AND FAST RIGHT NOW. I am very serious.
This is awesome.
I really cannot say anything else, save that you have stuck an unremovable pervy grin on my face. THANK YOU SO MUCHos. ))
Re: El Baile Flamenco, 3/3 ~the end~
(Anonymous) 2009-01-26 05:31 am (UTC)(link)Anyway, thank you so much. I never got to comment on your other fic cause I was dying of blood loss, but homg, I wanna grow up and write smut that's as hot as yours.
Re: El Baile Flamenco, 3/3 ~the end~
(Anonymous) 2009-01-26 05:58 am (UTC)(link)Re: El Baile Flamenco, 3/3 ~the end~
(Anonymous) 2009-01-26 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)HOT fill is damn HOT anon!
TY
Re: El Baile Flamenco, 3/3 ~the end~
(Anonymous) 2009-04-12 12:42 am (UTC)(link)As something of a drag king, anon loves you, writer!anon. *_*