His fingers tangle in her curl, Lovino stroking in time with his thrusts. His head dips down again, drawing a nipple back into his mouth, teasing his tongue over the bud. Lovina gasps, never slowing even as she teases his own curl, her fingernails starting to cut into his skin. The pain only makes it better, makes it more real, lets Lovino know that this is not some crazy dream.

It doesn’t take long before Lovina cries out, fingernails digging in as she tightens around him, body freezing through her climax. Lovino’s voice joins her, holding her in place as he presses his mouth against the smooth skin of her shoulder. Together they shake until Lovina slumps first, panting and Lovino groans softly in response, nuzzling her shoulder slightly. Slowly their breathing evens out, Lovino shifting back with a soft groan, Lovina answering with a sleepy moan. Even though they’re tangled up they can’t be bothered to move, both versions of South Italy slipping into a calm doze.

Though that calm is shattered three seconds later when both their respective partners walk in, Antonia dropping the plate she was carrying as both Spain’s gape at their respective blushing and stammering Italians.

[Hope you enjoyed, op, other anons]