They couldn't wait. They stumbled inside. Antonio slammed the door shut and grabbed Lovino, pushing him against the wall.
"I-Idiota..." He gasped.
Antonio gave him not one warning before crashing their lips together in a heated kiss. Lovino latched his legs around Antonio's hips, grinding down on him. Antonio gave a groan before grinding back and deepening the kiss more. His hands were all over his precious, sexy, Italian. His, all his. Lovino managed to toe his shoes off and slide his hands to the back of Tonio's neck, knotting his fingers there. Antonio toed off his shoes and planted his hands on Lovino's pert ass giving a squeeze before lifting him off the wall towards the bedroom.
Meanwhile the Italian worked on the buttons of his Spaniards shirt. Once completely unbuttoned he ran his hands down the prefect muscles, dips, and tauntness he found there giving a soft sigh of 'Mio Dios'. With a soft chuckle Antonio laid his boyfriend on the large bed, being pulled down with him by the collar of his shirt.
He yanked Lovino's shirt off in a quick movement tossing both his and his own to the side. Antonio planted kisses and soft bites down his lovers chest as he fiddled with Lovino's pants, undoing them and pulling them completely down and off. By this time Lovi was a panting, hot, turned on little Italian indeed of his lover. He grabbed Tonio by his hair and yanked him up to give him a deep and wanting kiss. Whispers of 'mi amor', 'so hot', and ' more were panted all through the night. When Lovino opened his eyes the next morning, slightly sore, he was more content then he had been in awhile. Cuddling closer to Antonio he decided there was nothing better than his Spanish lover.
