When Antonio returs from his quick run to retrieve the lube, Lovino is naked and sitting on the sofa, hugging his legs. He looks rather embarrassed, even if when he sees the other he hides it with his usual scowl - "What the hell took you so long, bastard?"
Antonio shakes his head. "Lo siento". He smiles and puts the lube on the coffee table next to the sofa, then sits with his lover and they restart kissing, slowly at first, but quickly resuming the furios pace. Antonio runs his hands over Lovino, dips a finger in the navel just because he can, pinches the nipples, caresses the back, while the other breaks the kiss again, but this time it's to use his teeth and tongue on the other's neck, making him shiver and moan.
"Ah, Lovi... You want..."
"Sì, sì, anch'io ti voglio, bastardo, contento?" the other answers, aggressive, between kisses.
"Oooh, you want me, that's cute-eh!" Lovino has bitten his lobe, hard. "No, I was say-ah!" He has licked the shell of his ear. "Want... to do... something... for me?" Antonio finally manages to ask, between pants.
Lovino stops, raising an eyebrow. "Like what?"
Antonio's smile is perfectly innocent. "Don't you trust me?"
"Hell, no."
"Aww. It's nothing too weird, I promise. I just want to look at you".
"What does that...AH!" Antonio grabs his erection like he owns it, making Lovino's body jerk violently, the sofa scratching on the floor again. The Italian suspects it's a trap, but when the bastard starts strocking he finds himself somewhat unable to focus.
Finally Antonio too is undressing, letting his trousers and boxers slide to the floor. He finds the bottle of lube and pours a generous amount of it, then grabs both their cocks and starts sliding his rough, calloused hand up and down, in a slow but steady rhythm that he knows drives his lover insane. Lovino retaliates with his mouth and hands, kissing and biting what he can reach and most of all twisting and pinching the other's nipples, because (and this is one of Antonio's best kept secrets) those nice dark nubs are extremely sensible, and when he torments them, the Spanish man whines and moans so nicely, Lovino could listen to him all day.
The sofa jerks again when the Spanish man starts climbing over his lover, who, for his part, lets himself be pushed against the arm, calling out the other's name. Lovino's neck is bent in a weird way and hurts a little, but they're flush against each other, kissing wildly, rubbig their slicked erections together, so it doesn't really matter. That is, until Antonio decides to stop, rising on his hands.
"What... the hell..." Lovino is breathing heavily, anger building quickly, looking at the other who's beaming down at him.
"Told you I wanted to look at you..."
"Well you just did. Come back down here!"
"No." Antonio starts to slide off him. "Wait a minute!" he says when Lovino attempts to hug him and, failing that, to headbutt him. "Can't you do this for me? Just this once?" Now he's sitting on his knees.
"Humpf. Do what?"
Antonio retrieves the bottle of lube from the coffee table and offers it to the other."Prepare yourself for me".
"...what?"
"Oh, you know... What I usually do to you, but you do it to yourself!" Big, brilliant, hopeful smile.
"...no".
"Aww. But you will like it!"
"No. I won't".
"Yes, you will". Antonio leans closer, his tone darker and huskier, the smile never leaving his face. "Do it for me, Lovi".
The other has a sharp intake of breath, hesitates, then takes the lube."Tch. Do you plan on sitting there like an idiot all the while?"
"Well, yes?" Antonio adjusts himself.
"Questa è una cazzata" Lovino comments, but he still spills lube on both his hands and starts stroking his half-hard cock. Antonio's expectant expression is both a bit comical and mildly arousing, but overall the whole thing is just embarrassing. He feels his own face blush wildly, and he half wants to call the whole endeavour off, but then something (probably his red face, actually) makes the other's jaw go a bit slack, his breathing faster.
The show - [2\4]
Antonio shakes his head. "Lo siento". He smiles and puts the lube on the coffee table next to the sofa, then sits with his lover and they restart kissing, slowly at first, but quickly resuming the furios pace. Antonio runs his hands over Lovino, dips a finger in the navel just because he can, pinches the nipples, caresses the back, while the other breaks the kiss again, but this time it's to use his teeth and tongue on the other's neck, making him shiver and moan.
"Ah, Lovi... You want..."
"Sì, sì, anch'io ti voglio, bastardo, contento?" the other answers, aggressive, between kisses.
"Oooh, you want me, that's cute-eh!" Lovino has bitten his lobe, hard. "No, I was say-ah!" He has licked the shell of his ear. "Want... to do... something... for me?" Antonio finally manages to ask, between pants.
Lovino stops, raising an eyebrow. "Like what?"
Antonio's smile is perfectly innocent. "Don't you trust me?"
"Hell, no."
"Aww. It's nothing too weird, I promise. I just want to look at you".
"What does that...AH!" Antonio grabs his erection like he owns it, making Lovino's body jerk violently, the sofa scratching on the floor again. The Italian suspects it's a trap, but when the bastard starts strocking he finds himself somewhat unable to focus.
Finally Antonio too is undressing, letting his trousers and boxers slide to the floor. He finds the bottle of lube and pours a generous amount of it, then grabs both their cocks and starts sliding his rough, calloused hand up and down, in a slow but steady rhythm that he knows drives his lover insane. Lovino retaliates with his mouth and hands, kissing and biting what he can reach and most of all twisting and pinching the other's nipples, because (and this is one of Antonio's best kept secrets) those nice dark nubs are extremely sensible, and when he torments them, the Spanish man whines and moans so nicely, Lovino could listen to him all day.
The sofa jerks again when the Spanish man starts climbing over his lover, who, for his part, lets himself be pushed against the arm, calling out the other's name. Lovino's neck is bent in a weird way and hurts a little, but they're flush against each other, kissing wildly, rubbig their slicked erections together, so it doesn't really matter. That is, until Antonio decides to stop, rising on his hands.
"What... the hell..." Lovino is breathing heavily, anger building quickly, looking at the other who's beaming down at him.
"Told you I wanted to look at you..."
"Well you just did. Come back down here!"
"No." Antonio starts to slide off him. "Wait a minute!" he says when Lovino attempts to hug him and, failing that, to headbutt him. "Can't you do this for me? Just this once?" Now he's sitting on his knees.
"Humpf. Do what?"
Antonio retrieves the bottle of lube from the coffee table and offers it to the other."Prepare yourself for me".
"...what?"
"Oh, you know... What I usually do to you, but you do it to yourself!" Big, brilliant, hopeful smile.
"...no".
"Aww. But you will like it!"
"No. I won't".
"Yes, you will". Antonio leans closer, his tone darker and huskier, the smile never leaving his face. "Do it for me, Lovi".
The other has a sharp intake of breath, hesitates, then takes the lube."Tch. Do you plan on sitting there like an idiot all the while?"
"Well, yes?" Antonio adjusts himself.
"Questa è una cazzata" Lovino comments, but he still spills lube on both his hands and starts stroking his half-hard cock. Antonio's expectant expression is both a bit comical and mildly arousing, but overall the whole thing is just embarrassing. He feels his own face blush wildly, and he half wants to call the whole endeavour off, but then something (probably his red face, actually) makes the other's jaw go a bit slack, his breathing faster.