A shiver ran down the Italian's spine when he felt the other's hands run down his bare side.
"You know, if you don't want to do this we don't have too..." Francis told him, placing kisses along the other's face.
"If I didn't want to, would I be under you right now?" Luciano asked, raising an eyebrow.
A chuckle escaped the Frenchmen, placing a kiss on the other's neck which was usually hidden with a scarf. "...If you're sure..." he mumbled and let the Italian under him begin to place kisses along his face. "Turn over, mon amour." he said.
Luciano did as he was told, looking at the other over his shoulder, blushing a bit when the other placed a kiss on his back. Unfortunately , there as no lubricant and they couldn't just go out and buy some right then and there. "Bite the pillow."
Though Luciano had no idea why he asked him to do that, he bit the pillow lightly. Soon, he understood why he told him to bite the pillow as he felt great pain when the other entered him, letting out a muffled moan.
Francis looked a bit worried, kissing his spine lightly. "Luci... You're alright with this aren't you?" he asked, getting a nod in response from the other. When he started to thrust, Luciano bit his hand slightly, looking back to him and muttering under his breathe in a mix of Italian and French that most likely translates to 'fuck' 'hell' and all of that nice stuff.
When they both had orgasms, there was an obvious mess but neither seemed to care. "Ah, Francis... That was wonderful~" Luciano hummed to the other, nuzzling against him as Francis brought him close against his chest.
"Je t'aime, Luciano."
"Anch'io ti amo, Francis."
