A/N- I'm going to preface this by saying this is not a new work. This thing is old as balls, and pretty awful, but I found it in my folder and thought it'd be a good show of how I've grown as a writer. -Ashes
Antonio nervously chewed his lips, straightening his white muscle tee and open button down, glancing over at Gilbert and Francis. This was their first show as the band the Bad Touch Trio. Finally it was time. However, the moment he hit the stage, all nervousness melted into a sexy exterior, Gilbert and Francis beginning their instruments, before the Spaniard started to sing. "Well looky here looky here, Ah what do we have? Another pretty thang ready for me to grab. But little does she know that I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing, 'cause at the end of the night, It is her I'll be holding." He looked out over the crowd, green eyes gleaming as he licked his lips enticingly. His eyes skimmed over before landing on one person in particular, a brunette with a funny curl. He smirked. That was the one he wanted to capture.
Lovino was dragged to a concert for a little boy band with his brother. It sounded pathetic. The crowd was full of annoying girls and heated bodies. But as soon as the men got on stage, his eyes were fixed on a certain Spaniard who shared the eye contact. His face began to redden at the site of him licking his lips before cutting his eyes away and looking away. "Fucking pretty boy.." He muttered under his breath. All he wanted now was for this concert to end.
"I love you so. That's what you'll say. You'll tell me baby baby please don't go away. But when I play, I never stay. So every girl that I meet, this is what I say…" He winked at the boy with the funny curl, hips giving a provocative little movement. "Run run runaway, run away baby! Before I put my spell on you~!" One long delicate finger reached out, pointing right out at Lovino. "You better get, get, get away, get away darling, cause everything you've heard is true~! Your poor little heart will end up alone, cause Lord knows I'm a rolling stone. So you better run run runaway, run away baby!" The shirt he was wearing clung to his toned tanned body as he moved, eyes gleaming with amusement.
The vulgar tone in the singer's voice made the Italian's eyes move back to the stage. His eyes still were on him!
As soon as that finger pointed at him, he looked around and hoped it wasn't him that the other was looking at. Maybe a fangirl. Most boy bands consisted of straight guys, right? But the eye-lock between the two proved that it was for him. The whole little show that the good-looking man put out. Lovino found his face burning, and not because it was hot in there, or because he loved that song, it was because he found himself in a trance over that man on stage. He bit his bottom lip and tried to look away, but he couldn't. Especially with the way that guy kept his body. And he had completely forgotten about his brother that was dancing and singing along to the music right beside him.
Lovino really wanted this concert to end now.
Finally it was, but the predatory gleam never left Antonio's eyes, not even for a moment. The band disappeared backstage, and Feliciano hugged onto his brothers arm excitedly. "Fratello, fratello! They were good, ve~!" His stomach growled and he pouted. "Can we go get some coffee, per favore, Lovi?" He pleaded, grabbing his brothers arm and dragging him to a little cafe around the corner. The waitress came and took their order, before leaving the two. "Ah, they were all so handsome!" Feliciano giggled. "Especially the one with the cool eyes! Which one do you think was prettiest fratello?"
Lovino felt a huge relief hit him when the concert was over and his gaze was cut with the Spaniard's. As soon as they disappeared offstage, the Sicilian sighed. He didn't have much room to answer his brother before he was pulled to a nearby cafè. Not that he minded, though - he was pretty hungry too. All the while they were in there, Lovino couldn't get his mind off that singer. He couldn't have been fawning over him, so it wasn't that. He couldn't quite put his finger on it. It took him a moment before he could reply to his brother.
"Eh, I've heard better. The lyrics were stupid. And which one with the 'cool' eyes? One had red, the blue, and the other…" He grumbled. ".. Green."
"The one with the red, of course!" He giggled. The younger Vargas brother paused, seeing the look on his brothers face, before snickering, the little brat dared to snicker. "You like the singer~!" He singsonged. "You want to hollllldd him, you want to kissssss him, because you loveeeee him." He teased, much like a five year old. "Is that so?" Came the sudden purred voice from behind Lovino, as Antonio turned around in the booth, his eyes amused, Gilbert beside him. The duo had decided coffee would be nice after the show, upon their bandmate Francis leaving with his little boyfriend. It was a happy coincidence the cute italians had come.
Embarrassed to admit, he was glad Feliciano wasn't talking about the green-eyed boy. Just that thought made him anxious.
Frustration and even more embarrassment flooded through him as his brother started teasing him, singing aloud and causing a commotion. "Stai zitto you bastard!" He hissed. He continued trying to silence his brother until a familiar smooth voice interrupted. He frantically straightened up in his seat as his face began to redden.
Fuck. He was here.
Antonio was watching him with an amused smile, emerald eyes twinkling mischievously. "Fancy running into you here, cutie, guess I'm just lucky tonight, huh?" He purred, winking at him, as Feliciano let out a little squeak, realizing he had embarrassed himself a little bit too.
Gilbert snickered at the way his band mate was hitting on his new victim. He had good taste. As for the other Italian boy, he was pretty cute too. So he gave Feliciano a wink.
Lovino almost mimicked that squeak, but held back. He refused to turn around until his his burning face cooled down. He took a look at the singer and tried to act unimpressed. "I don't see why you'd be lucky if you're not getting anything out of it."
Feliciano turned a deep crimson as he gave the silver haired man a shy wave.
Antonio just chuckled, fingers moving to gently tip the others chin up so their eyes met. "Another chance to enjoy that pretty face of yours? I think that gives me plenty." He cooed, thumb brushing the others lips before pulling away. "Now then, why are you two so far away huh?" He teased. "Come sit with us, we'll pay for whatever you like." He crooned.
The German grinned at the way the Italian reacted so drastically. He was pretty excited to get to sit with Feliciano and get to know him a bit. He always liked those bubbly boys.
On the other hand, Lovino's face burned deep when he was forced to face the singer. It didn't help anything when his lips were brushed by those calloused thumbs. He had to jerk away and catch his breath from that almost-traumatizing moment.
Feliciano seemed really excited to get up and sit with the band, so he was kind of forced to. He tried sitting as far away as possible from Antonio.
The Spaniard simply smiled, sliding over closer. "You seem nervous." He said in a gentle voice, devoid of its previous smugness. "I'm Antonio." Honestly, he wanted to get to know this guy better, and the others nervousness made him feel a little guilty.
"Hi.. I'm Feliciano~!" Feli chirped shyly, sitting beside Gilbert and twiddling his thumbs.
When the Spaniard moved closer, Lovino shifted in his seat and folded his arms, trying to act as if he was being too cool. ".. Lovino." He muttered. Suddenly his face grew into a scowl when he remembered what happened during the performance. "And hey, what was with all that damn staring while you were singing? You better not have been staring at me."
Meanwhile, Gilbert was getting comfy with his own little Italian. He set an arm above the chair in which Feliciano sat in, and grinned. "Nice to meet 'ya, Feliciano. I'm gonna call you Feli. I'm Gilbert, if you didn't know already about my awesomeness."
"I might have been." He chuckled, winding an arm around the others shoulders and ordering them both some rum. "Would it really bother you that much, mi amor?" He purred.
Feliciano's cheeks burned even more, as he glanced up at him shyly. "It's nice to meet you Gilbert. "Yeah, it's ok if you wanna call me that." He chirped shyly, obviously flustered.
When the waitress came along, he tried to speak, saying he wanted wine, but instead was interrupted with the other ordering rum. Well, maybe that wasn't a bad idea, he didn't plan to get drunk anyways. He felt his face being to burn yet again when an arm managed to find it's way around him. Lovino tried avoiding eye contact, looking down at the table and muttering incoherently; "I-I guess not. You do have uh.. nice eyes?" He tried complimenting, but failed miserably. He had never really been so flustered by someone.
And obviously his brother felt the same. Gilbert had ordered the two some beer, and was making moves like a madman on the young man. "Ha ha! You're pretty cute up close, kinderlein. Have any plans for the rest of the night?"
Antonio laughed again, tipping back the glass of rum easily. "Thanks cutie pie." He purred. "So I was wondering… lemme take you on a date?" He asked in a musical tone.
Feliciano giggled shyly. "Grazie. Non, Lovi and I were going to watch movies at our house! Oh! Maybe you could come watch them with us!"
Lovino paused a second, then took a drink of his provided rum. He couldn't help but make a face at the odd taste of the alcohol before clearing his throat and taking a glance at the man on him. The question was sudden, and took him a bit to think. It sounded great to be going in a date with a famous singer, but he was more focused on the man himself. "I guess. Jeez you're a persistent bastard."
After Feliciano's invitation, Gilbert exclaimed a 'Hell yeah!' but Lovino scoffed a 'No, you idiot!'
Antonio had to consciously resist the urge to cheer, but settled for a sexy smile, and his arm moving to snake around the others waist. "I know, terrible, aren't I?" He agreed, amused.
Feliciano giggled once more. "But fratello, nice mister Antonio could come over too! We could all have a sleepover!" Sometimes the younger was too innocent for his own good.
Antonio's grin grew, and he murmured in Lovino's ear, "I don't mind if you don't."
Lovino's back arched when he felt the arm move lower. He folded his arms, trying to act like he was too cool to be bothered by it, when inside he was basically melting.
"Feli you're an idiot trying to pull something like that off with these guys.." He drifted off as soon as the Spaniard spoke into his ear. The warm breath sending a shiver through him and making goosebumps appear. He really didn't want to turn down this chance, but he didn't want to make himself out as easy. So, instead he found an excuse to let them stay. "Fine. Only because my brother wants you to. Don't get any ideas, big guy." He huffed at the singer.
"No ideas, promise." He winked. "Gil here and I will even pay for pizza and alcohol?" He offered, ordering another cup of rum. Honestly, he was pretty stoked. He could see right past the italian's cool exterior. Slowly, he leaned over, nuzzling the brunette's neck with his nose, his breath soft and warm against the tanned skin. "No funny business." He purred.
Feliciano tilted his head curiously. "Gilly why is mister Antonio touching fratello like that? That's weird! Does it feel good? Fratello are you cold? You're shivering!"
"Well that's true, if you're paying then I guess you can just for one night." He sighed. He was just about to relax into the hold before he left that warm breath travel to his neck, and skin touch him. He jerked up yet again, biting his lip as his face started burning again. This was stupid and embarrassing. He hated feeling so… exposed to that damn attractive Spanish man. And for a second, he visioned those swaying hips from the performance moving against his own. The thought made him fold his arms on the table and cover his face in them.
Gilbert on the other hand was laughing at how his bandmate was so easily able to get any person of any gender to cream themselves without even removing clothes. When asked that, his laughter got louder, and he nudged his own little Italian closer. "Want to find out?" He said as he leaned in and rubbed his cheek against the other's one. Soft skin. That's a good one.
Antonio couldn't help but let out a small laugh, getting the other to sit back up and moving so he could lean against the Spaniards chest, the arm remaining around his waist. "Come here." He laughed. "You're too cute for your own good." His lips brushed the crown of his head lightly, a smile on his lips, fingers just brushing over the skin where his shirt met his abdomen.
Feliciano blushed and giggled, snuggling his cheek against Gilberts. "Yeah! Can I fratello, please please?"
This table was starting to get too sexual for it's own good. It was worse knowing they were in a public restaurant, so people could be watching them. He was hesitant to move for Antonio, but did it regardless, finding not much harm in it. The lips, they were okay, the fingers down there? No. Well, maybe not yet. Lovino sat back up and laughed awkwardly. The laugh though, ended soon after his brother asked the question. The Sicilian shot a minor glare at the German. "No. You can find out later, Feli. Anyways, we should get going…" He looked up at the Spaniard he weirdly leaned against. "No funny business with you either, vampire freak." He eyed Gilbert. Gilbert only put his hands up in defense, though he wasn't going to listen to mister bossy older brother later on that night.
"Si, leaving does sound like a good idea." Antonio agreed, laying a couple hundred on the table to thank the waitress for putting up with them. His arm never moved from Lovino's waist though as they left, an excited Feli holding onto Gilbert's arm and directing them to the large house. He talked non stop, leading Gilbert down to the den, Antonio following beside Lovino. The Spaniard paused only when they reached the foot of the stairs, turning and cupping Lovino's cheek tenderly, before capturing his lips in a sweet kiss. His tongue ran across the others bottom lip slowly, and finally he pulled away. "Sorry…" He breathed. "I've been wanting to do that all night."
"Gilly can you show me now!?" Feli chirped, crashing down onto the couch and tilting his head to expose his neck. He was curious about the funny touches that made his brother blush!
Lovino was flabbergasted with the amount of money put on the table. He almost envied the waitress then. The walk was so thankfully short, so he could finally pry off that arm from his waist. Gilbert was having a thrill with the small Italian holding onto him. His main focus though, was getting him alone. They reached the den and the German looked around before nodded and climbing onto the couch, looming over Feliciano before his lips began assaulting that nicely exposed neck. "Do you see now, Feli?"
Meanwhile, Lovino stopped when Antonio did. He looked over at the other to ask why exactly he stopped, but the hand on his cheek shut him up - and if that hadn't - the kiss surely would have. He tried to kiss back as he could, and took a sharp intake of breathe when that slick tongue ran across his lips. "Y-you bastard." Lovino stuttered before ushering up the urge to return the kiss. It was a weak one, but it was totally worth seeing a reaction.
Feliciano's eyes widened, a soft moan escaped the eighteen year olds lips. "That feels.. ngh… god…" He breathed out, pulling away only when a hot feeling began to pool in his did his best to ignore it, squirming and curling up against Gilbert adorably. "I feel hot." He finally confessed.
"I know." Antonio gently agreed. "I'm sorry." Those were the only words he uttered before capturing his lips again, groaning in delight as he felt the other actually responding. Once more, his tongue brushed those beautiful lips, coaxing them open, his tongue dipping inside.
Gilbert finally sat normally after that small moan he received. For an innocent kid, Feliciano moaned like a pro. It was almost enough to turn the German on. Finally, he grinned devilishly at the confession. "That means you're horny, liebe. You'll get used to it once I do this," He purred as a hand dipped it's way in between the Italian's legs, giving what was starting to pulse a few strokes. "..Ever done this before?"
Lovino was sure he heard some unmentionable noises from the den, and wanted to go check it out - and even stop it. He couldn't, though. His lips were taken hostage, and he quickly allowed it. It was long until his arms around around the Spaniards neck, and his lips were parted so their tongues could meld. By then, Lovino had far forgotten about what he heard in the den, considering he was making soft moans himself. Man, Antonio was a skilled kisser.
"Ngh…" Another quiet mewl, Feliciano burying his face against Gilbert's shoulder as he was touched, fingers balling into fists as he was stroked through his clothing. "No…" He breathed out softly. "'I've… mmnhhh… never even touched myself there before." His eyes fluttered shut, breathing speeding up.
The spaniard's tongue danced skillfully in the others mouth, gently exploring every nook and crevice. He took his time though, slow and steady, he was in no rush. No, if there was one thing that Antonio was, it was a skilled and attentive lover. He took the time to make sure his partner felt amazing before taking his own pleasure. And that was what he was doing now, brushing his tongue along the others.
"Hmm, I probably shouldn't take your virginity then, but since you're already all hot and bothered, I'll help you out," The albino smirked, undoing his prey's pants and slowly taking his time in stroking through the wettening underwear. He then tilted Feliciano's head up and kissed him, trying to calm down his sounds so the others couldn't hear. Though, by now he was sure Antonio was getting his way with Lovino.
And he surely was. Lovino was tangling his fingers in the dark chocolate hair, attempting to copy his competitor's tongue movements. The kiss was already warming his body up, and this kiss was starting to feel like foreplay. He bumped his hips against Antonio's, hopefully completing that one vision he had earlier at the cafe.
"Take my…?" His voice trailed off though as that hand returned to its dizzying actions, causing the italians hips to arch upwards as he eagerly kissed back, holding on for dear life. Dio, he had never known that anything could feel this good before! Heat shot through him, and it wasn't long before a wet spot appeared in his underwear, causing the italian teen to turn a deep dark red, golden eyes finally opening, hazy and awe struck. That had just felt so incredible, that it caught the boy quite off guard.
Antonio almost instantly got the message, groaning as calloused but gentle hands moved to cup his hips, before beginning to roll and grind his hips into him, angling to make sure the other could feel his hardness pressing against them, could feel the friction of their arousals grinding together. "Vino…" He groaned out lovingly, lips moving to attack the others throat with teasing nips and kisses, his tongue darting out to soothe each, leaving a trail of dark purple hickeys down his new lovers throat. Lovino was intoxicating, he decided.
Gilbert watched closely every face Feliciano made as their lips moved together sloppily. His hand movements accelerated as he could tell the brunette was meeting his release with the way he clung and how his hips jutted up erratically. Finally, a soaking sensation seeped through the underwear, so Gil figured that was all. He pulled from the kiss and smirked. "Done already? I haven't even included myself yet," He teased.
Meanwhile, Lovino was letting out husky groans as their hips moved in perfect tandem. An Italian and a Spaniard with both their own hip moving skills made a perfect pair, and created some kind of dirty tango. Lovino tilted his head up for easier access and moaned a little louder than necessary at the attack on his neck. His hands hand trouble holding onto the other, so he tugged at Antonio's shirt to signal he wanted it off. "Nnh.. Antonio.." He whispered.
"Is that bad?" He asked in a soft curious tone, still panting as shy, timid hands moved to the others crotch. "Can I do it too? I want Gilly to feel that good too." He breathed out softly, trying his best to mimic the other, hands moving in dizzying little circles on his groin.
Antonio groaned, pulling away for only a moment, to scoop Lovino up into his arms, heading back up the stairs. "Where's your room?" He breathed, letting the other direct him. As soon as they were there, he gingerly lay Lovino on the bed, eyes locked on the Italians as he began to slowly slide his shirt off like the other wished, letting it hit the floor before moving back to straddle him once more.
"Nein but.." He trailed off as those small hands made their way to what ailed him. Even though the touches were hesitant and very light, they made Gilbert bite his lip and release a small groan. "If you want to try, then sure." He muttered, focusing on what ministrations was done to him as well as the cutie who was doing it.
Lovino gasped when he was scooped up. That was embarrassing. He tried commanding to be put down, but it was no use fighting against the sexy Spaniard. He was like putty in that man's arms. "F-first one on the left.." He grumbled. And as soon as he was on the bed, he started unbuttoning his own shirt, not once taking an eye off Antonio, nor that well-toned body before him. "I can't believe you're insane enough to do this with me,"
Feliciano lay his sweet head on Gilberts shoulder, pressing a shy kiss to his throat as he undid the others pants, fingers stealing inside to stroke him. It didn't take him long to figure out how to do what it was he was attempting, after all, he was a natural born lover, it was in his blood. His thumb brushed over the head teasingly, seeing if he could make the elder man make those lovely noises.
Antonio let his eyes roam shamelessly over the others torso, before moving back to kiss him again, groaning deep in his throat. "Vino… do you truly not understand how breathtaking you are? What you do to me?" Hot lips traveled down his skin to his chest, pink tongue darting out to brush his nipple, pressing and swirling against it, hand moving to brush over his denim clad crotch teasingly. "Beautiful…" He breathed out quietly, as he continued his adoration of the others olive skin.
Gilbert had no problem in moaning when that smooth finger ran over his aching need. He bucked his hips up into Feliciano's hand as he held onto the other's head, fingers curling in his milky brown locks of hair. For someone who hadn't even tried these things to himself, this guy was good. The albino found himself closing his eyes and having to take deep breaths. "Ah Feli, you're so cute.." He moaned softly before pulling his newly found territory into a deep kiss.
The vibrations of Antonio's groan through the kiss made goosebumps move across his skin. His freshly flushed face was covered by his arm after the compliment. "Sh-shut up.. you only knew me for one ni– ahh!" He arched into the sensation on his nipple, and then his aching crotch. His hands held onto his new lover's shoulders and dug his nails in gently. He had only one mate in the past, and it was one he topped. At his feeling was definitely alien to him
"Am I?" He smiled, tightening his hand just a little and giving a teasing little tug. "Gilly what else can I do with this to make you feel good?" He asked curiously, his hands never stopping. However, a soft moan escaped his lips as he was kissed, and when they finally broke apart, his face was flushed red with need, eyes hazy. Suddenly though the golden orbs lit up as he had an idea. "Can I try kissing you here?" He asked, giving another teasing little tug to the others sensitive skin.
"More than enough." He amended, his lips never stopping their ministrations, save to switch to the other sensitive bud, suckling him teasingly. "Feel good?" He purred, unbuttoning the others pants easily with one hand, moving to rub and stroke him over his boxers this time. With a smirk, he moved to sit back against the headboard, tugging Lovino so the Italian was straddling his lap, fingers slyly sliding into the back of his jeans to tease his entrance through the thin fabric of his boxers.
The German had to calm his breathing so he could speak, and a small tint of pink brushed his cheeks at the semi-vulgar language. He could tell after the kiss that Feli was aroused again. "You can, but let me do something real quick.." And with that, Gilbert gently pushed his Italian onto the couch so he'd lay on his back. He then pulled down Feliciano's pants and underwear down to release his erection, as well as pull his own bottoms down. He then put his knees above the other's head and brought his own head to Feli's cock. "Now you can," He whispered huskily as he tongued the head.
Lovino frantically nodded his head at the question. He was a little disappointed when the Spaniard moved away to expose the cool air to his nipples and hardened them. The disappointment dissolved as soon as he got some good friction finally. He moaned out the singer's name before stumbling as he was pulled to straddle the slightly large man. He rested his hands on Antonio's shoulders, and bucked his hips needingly when he felt a prod through the fabric of his underwear at his entrance. "A-antonio, more.." He said lustfully, with heavy desire in his eyes as the two locked hazel to a beautiful green.
Feliciano cried out in surprise when he was pushed to the couch, groaning as his length was finally freed. His cheeks burned crimson, and hot, vulgar moans fell from wanton lips as he felt the hot tongue pressing to his own manhood. Golden eyes flickered to the others length above his head, it wasn't long before he got the idea of what he was supposed to do. Feliciano licked his lips, wetting them slightly, before parting them and curiously taking the head into his mouth, suckling Gilbert's length as though it were one of the ice pops Feliciano so loved. "Nghh.. yummy…" He groaned in surprise, taking in more, until he gagged slightly, causing him to swallow around the other, slightly restricting his throat.
"Anything for you, mi amor." He breathed out, as his fingers pulled away to push the Italians pants down over his hips and smooth, supple ass, revealing all of his lover to his greedy hands. The hands that now drove Lovino wild, one coaxing the firm tanned cheeks apart so one long digit could teasingly encircle the tight ring of muscles it found there, just to dip inside to the first knuckle, the other moving to his hardened length, stroking and teasing, giving playful little tugs, even as he ground up into him almost desperately. Lovino made him go wild in a way no one had in such a long time.
Gilbert almost felt like he could meet his release just by the dirty noises that came from the Italian. He was having trouble believing that the words and noises that came out that mouth were from a virgin. When he felt himself being engulfed, he groaned, sending vibrations through the erection in his own mouth. He took the whole length into demonstrate how to properly deep throat. The impatience made buck his hips down into the mouth taking him as he moaned out his partner's name. "Dirty talker, huh? Keep going, I like the sound of it." He said as he expertly ran his tongue around the shaft up and down, and through the slit.
Lovino was almost anxious when the majority of his body was exposed. And it didn't make it any easier for him when that prodding finger came back and actually entered him. His eyes shot wide and his nails dug into Antonio's shoulders at the pain of not being lubricated first. He didn't mind though after a while as the pain melted into pleasure from his need having attention given. He could noticed his lover wanting something, so he messily undid Antonio's pants, tugged them down, and pulled his length out. His shaky hands started returning the pumping as he had to put his forehead against the Spaniard's as they exchanged erratic moans and sounds.
"H-hah~!" Feliciano cried out, as he eagerly mimicked the other, taking in the rest of him trying not to gag. "Nghh…. Gilly… so tasty!" He cried out, tongue pressing into the slit in the head. "I want more, oh please!" The Italian teen pleaded almost desperately. By now, he was starting to get the idea of what they were doing, and what he could to make his lover feel good. He pulled away for only a moment, his fingers rubbing the others length, precum smearing on his delicate fingers. All at once, he had his mouth back around him, the first of those deviant fingers sneaking up to gently press inside.
Antonio almost flinched at the pain on his lovers face, keeping him close, burying his face in his hair. "I know…" He whispered. "I know it hurts a bit… but you don't seem the type to do this ofte-" He was cut off as the hands freed his cock and began stroking so absolutely wonderfully. "Ngh… Vino…" He groaned out, kissing him desperately. He didn't add anymore of his fingers into his entrance, not past that first knuckle of the first digit. He was scared of hurting him now. Suddenly he paused, reaching down and capturing Lovino's hand so he could talk clearly, his face burning red with need. "Olive oil. Mi amor do you have olive oil?"
Gilbert could feel pressure starting to build up in his groin the more that he heard the lewd sounds coming from Feli. He jerked his hips a big at the feeling of finally having that mouth engulf him whole, and he released a lewd moan. "Dammit, Feli. You're incredible.." He panted. He was about to continue his ministrations before he felt fingers prying somewhere territorial. "W-woah wait wait, not there." He quickly stuck a finger into his mouth and wettened it before placing it at the Italian's entrance almost as payback. "That's my job, kid."
Lovino loved the way that he was able to get the other to moan his name, so he was somewhat disappointed when he had to stop. The finger that stayed inside him make him squirm a bit and bite his lip. "N-no we don't need olive oil." He whispered as he leaned over Antonio to reach his drawer for the bottle of Vaseline he kept in his nightstand. The intruder moving with him enticed a moan from the Italian. "Use this, but don't worry about being gentle. I've done it to myself so it's fine."
Feliciano's eyes shot wide open as he felt the others finger slip into his body, ooh damn it all, that felt good. Still, it could be fun to make his beautiful Gilly squirm a little more. So he simply stuck his tongue out, winking. "Don't see why… mnhhh… we both can't feel good like that." He groaned, before once more taking his length into his mouth, finally managing to deepthroat him, just to start humming from around him. The digit didn't move, instead curling inside the elder teasingly, accidentally brushing his prostate.
Antonio raised a brow at his lovers words, chuckling. "Have you? Show me sometime, si?" He breathed out, nibbling at his throat as he removed the digit, just to coat his fingers in vaseline, sliding the one in more fully, curling and twisting it inside the other skillfully. "Mnhh… relax for me baby… I don't want to hurt you, mi corazon." He groaned, waiting for the Italian to adjust before beginning to thrust the long delicate finger in and out of him. He set a sporadic pace, giving a slow thrust one moment, and a fast the next to make his lover scream.
"Heh you're a naughty one," He chuckled as his finger start moving in circles and gently thrusting into the Italian. He was being driven wild with the attention he got. And as soon as he felt something against his prostate, he arched and moaned out loud, having that feeling be foreign to him. "Ahh sheiße! Do that again!" He groaned around the length before trying to mimic his Italian's move, curling his finger to brush that prostate.
"Pervert.. like you'd be allowed to watch me masturbate.." he said weakly, though that word probably wasn't going to be kept. Suddenly he felt the intrusion of a slick finger enter him, and he gasped, clinging tightly against his lover. His back arched so their bodies could press together while he moved his hips to adjust. After giving the nod of approval, that finger moved, and he cried out at the movements. It hurt a bit, but he listened to the smooth words of the Spaniard and relaxed. "A-Antonio! Ahh damn.. add another.."
"Si~!" Feliciano groaned, sucking him harder as he curled his finger into his sweet spot again, slowly adding a second, just to cry out loudly as his own was touched. "F-Fuck!" He gasped, and somehow the word from the innocent teens lips sounded foreign and sexy. It was clear he didn't swear often. "Nghh… that feels so good!" He mewled out desperately. It was unlike anything he had ever known, and the danger of doing this knowing his brother was home just made it even better.
"I hope you know I want you for more than tonight.." He breathed into his skin, carefully adding a second, although they moved slower this time, brushing over that wonderful spot deep inside him gently. "Still… nghhh… ok, Vino?" The Spaniard groaned as he began to carefully scissor him, trying to gingerly stretch and prepare him for what was yet to come. "Nghh… you're so hot and tight…" He groaned out, noticing the strange curl on his head and curiously taking it into his mouth. He could only imagine how good it would feel to have the others body constricting around him, that heat hugging his most sensitive area.
The innocent man making such a dirty word sound so sexy made Gilbert's eyes widen. Or maybe they widened when a second finger intruded and stretched him. "Aaahhh Feli," He moaned, "With the way.. nn.. you keep talking and moving like that, you're gonna make me wanna fuck you.." He said rather bluntly as he slipped in another finger as well, testing them around and thrusting them in as far as he could just to hear those sounds again. His mouth went back to sucking on the hard length before him that glistened with precum.
The Italian felt white stars explode in his eyes. He almost screamed at the feeling, and pulled on the dark hair that his fingers found winding themselves in. "I-if you want me for more than one night, you better make me yours." He moved his hips along with the movements of the fingers that thrusted into him, his face and lips burned flush with arousal. He was about to the reply to the vulgar statement until he felt a warm cavern take his sensitive curl in, and he cried out again. Tears started to form at the corners of his eyes, but only because this felt so good! His hands started wandering the other's torso until his nails raked down the skin gently. "Fuck Toni.. just take me already."
"Fuck me?" He repeated curiously, another hot and desperate cry tearing from his lips, sending a wave of delicious vibrations through the albino's length. He pulled away for only a moment, kissing the tip. "That's… nghh… where this…" His free hand ran over the others hardness eagerly, an almost desperation in his tone. "…goes in here?" He asked, giving a fast thrust of his fingers into the others prostate to show what he meant. "Si… Si, I want… I want Gilly to "Fuck me"." He groaned out, his length twitching as he fell back on the couch, legs spreading wider to grant the other man access. "Please… show me!" He nibbled his lip momentarily. "Will it hurt much?"
Antonio definitely didn't need to be told twice, flipping them over so he was once more pinning his lover to the bed. Hnn. That curl seemed to have one hell of a wonderful effect on the breathtaking olive skinned man beneath him, who was writhing so needily that Antonio could scarce hold back the urge to slam into him and claim him completely, to pound him mercilessly into the bed like a wild animal. Still, he kept his libido in check, moving between his legs and hooking one of Lovino's long sexy ones over his shoulder. He coated in length in a generous amount of of the slick Vaseline, looking down at Lovino with loving eyes. "Ready?" He breathed out, before slowly pressing into him. Antonio wasn't small by any means, and the spaniard was slow as he took him, inch by tantalizing inch. He leaned down, murmuring huskily in his ear, "Do you feel me, mi amor? Claiming you, pressing into you? Taking you as mine and mine alone? Oh but it only gets better." He cooed. "I'm going to take you so completely, fill you so deeply that it will ruin you for any other man, that when another touches you, all you will think, breath, scream is my name into the night." He promised in a deep, dangerously seductive voice.
Gilbert but his lip and tried concealing a moan when he felt those thin fingers hit his sweet spot, and the other hand rubbed him professionally. "Y…yeah exactly, liebe.." After that, he withdrew his fingers from the smaller man's body and settled in between his legs where his length could meet his Italian's now stretched entrance. A smirk spread across his thin lips as he lined himself up. "It'll hurt a little, or you might bleed, but you'll get used to it and it'll feel amazing." He started to push the head of his erection through the tight ring of muscle, leaning in to kiss Feli quickly. "Ngh.. you feel incredible."
Lovino let out a noise of surprise as they flipped over in the bed. His face grew a new shade of red at the way that sexy tanned body leaned over him protectively. He chewed on his lips anxiously as he allowed his leg to be moved. He felt embarrassed being so exposed to his new lover, but none of that mattered as soon as he felt something larger than fingers make it's way inside him. The thick Spanish accent and those words rolling off Antonio's sweet tongue was already driving him mad. He tossed his head back and moaned at the feeling of being filled. "Fine.." he managed to say. "Mark me as your territory, and posses me dammit," he rolled his hips as he spoke.
"I trust you, Gilly." Feliciano breathed, surprised to find that, despite having only known this beautiful, unusual man for an evening, he trusted him completely with his body, knew he wouldn't hurt him more than when necessary. He cried out quietly, face contorting in slight pain as he felt the head pressing into him, but he forced himself to calm and relax, his fingers clutching onto Gilbert tightly, desperately. It hurt, yes- but Feliciano soon began to find that that pain was starting to melt away into something much more pleasurable. Heat pooled in his stomach, as shots of electricity through him, the heat growing as he pressed his lips to the others, kissing him back greedily.
Antonio growled softly, possessively in his throat at the delicious noises coming from his lovers throat. Did Lovino truly not understand the effect he had on the spaniard? All at once, he pulled his hips back so only the head remained, before snapping them forward without warning, successfully burying himself to the hilt in his lover. Still he didn't stop, thrusting fast and hard, animalistic instincts taking him over. He couldn't stop, the heat was too good, Lovino's noises were too good, and his hand began to tug and massage the others length as he moved, a smirking tugging at his lips as he angled his hips and slammed forward. Right into the others prostate. Oooh, that should elicit a nice reaction. His arms slid under Lovino's back and partially lifted him, the Spaniard cradling him to his chest as he claimed him, stole him away from anyone who had ever so much as had an indecent thought about the italian. His Italian.
The German felt almost guilty that he was taking the virginity of someone he just met, although the Italian put all trust in him. Guess that meant the two could become more than a one-night fling. He didn't even mind, if that meant he could say that Feliciano was his. "Relax a bit, babe, you're really tight.." Gilbert had to grasp the hips of the smaller man so he could insert himself further. He wasn't the largest, but he was big enough to press against a certain pleasure spot once he was in to the hilt. The albino waited a moment to allow his Italian to adjust before he pulled out halfway and slowly pushed back in, releasing a lustful sound. "Tell me when to move." He muttered huskily.
By then, Lovino was a writhing and moaning mess of pain and pleasure as he gave his body fully to the Spaniard. Antonio had his full trust, and the Italian planned on keeping it that way. The first hit of his prostate made those settled tears fall out as his eyes widened and his mouth gaped. "Antonio! Antonio!" he chanted desperately while attempting to wrap his arms around the other's neck. His face contorted in pain at how fast they moved, but his hips couldn't help but buck back into the thrusts. Lovino agreed at that moment that being claimed was okay with him. His body, soul, and heart was now Antonio's.
Feliciano did his best to do as he was instructed, taking a deep breath so his body could relax. Slowly but surely, his muscles began to loosen around the other, granting him easier access. The pain was intense for the first few moments, more than Feliciano had expected, but soon, it once more melded to pleasure, and he wound his arms around the others back, nails digging into his skin. "Please Gilly, baby please!" He cried out hotly. "I'm ready, I need more, oh dio, per favore, scopami!" He pleaded, although he may never know where the dirty words that tumbled from his lips came from.
"Vino…" He whispered, pressing sweet kisses to his face, over his eyes, down his cheeks and finally to his lips as he cradled him to him, never stopping or slowing his movements. He never wanted it to end, and he knew in that moment that this was the one. The one the singer had craved, ached for. The one who would warm not only his bed but his heart. A strong protectiveness settled over him, unlike anything he had ever felt before. He couldn't bear the thought of anyone else touching his Lovino, not even a little bit. "Close…" He moaned after a while, winding their fingers together and kissing his lover's knuckles gently. "Together?"
After that, Gilbert didn't even hesitate to start moving. That dirty mouth of the innocent boy was starting to bring out the wild side of the German, but he forced himself to be steady and soft for his lover. He leaned over again and ran his tongue along the shell of Feliciano's ear as his hips moved back at a reasonable pace before snapping back in. "Liebe, you're really tight.." he hissed out in pleasure as he thrust at a decent rate,arching at the claws that dug into his back.
The Italian continued crying out his lover's name until he was silenced with a kiss. His hips thrust upwards to get some friction as he felt that pleasureful knot in his groin start to break, meaning his orgasm was on it's way. "Y-yes together.. oh dio, oh god, more.." He moaned lewdly. Something about Antonio's aura changed, and he felt almost.. safe in his touch. Lovino was not one to fall very easily, but something about this man drove him to break that self-made rule. He only hoped that as a singer, this man could keep his word and be loyal.
"Gilbert!" Feliciano cried out in shock and pleasure, as the first thrust sent a surge of electricity through him, until he felt as though he were burning alive. However, it wasn't a pain that he felt. No, the burning was the most wonderful feeling the italian teen had ever felt. His heart hammered in his throat, beautiful cries escaping him with each thrust, soft fingers desperately seeking purchase as one hand clung to his back, the other tangling in those sot silver locks. "More, oh Dio, make me yours!" He pleaded, and he meant it. He wanted to belong to the man with the pretty eyes.
Antonio could feel himself nearing the edge, he knew his precious lover was to- and so he pulled his hips back and gave a mighty thrust inside the other, burying himself to the hilt in him, before rolling his hips against him so the head of his length would grind into Lovino's sweet spot. He couldn't hold on any longer, crying out as he came, clutching that darling man to his chest, peppering his face with kisses, whispering the sweetest of words. "Mi corazon… mi amor.. you're mine now… all mine…" He breathed out.
The albino grinned and rolled his hips in a circular motion as he continued to speed up with every thrust. "Feli.. Mein gott.." He panted due to the strength he put into his thrusts, moving more erratically as he could feel himself going over the edge inside that virgin ring of muscle. "I made you mine as soon as I kissed you," He chuckled. He felt a possessive urge reign over him, so he traveled small nips down the Italian's neck before biting rather hard into his collar bone. He hoped that would leave a decent mark for a while, to remind Feliciano of who took him first, and who owned him now. "Come for me, Feli.." He whispered breathlessly, moving his hips until he could find the teen's prostate.
Lovino could feel his lover's movement grow wild and rough, and his nails dug crescents into the Spaniard's back as he did so. The Italian threw his head back when that special spot was hit repeatedly, grinded against, and abused. He cried out, "Antonio!" one last time before falling over the edge and climaxing, getting his semen over his own chest and some on the singer. He didn't care about that right now. All that mattered was that now he was somebody's. Lovino leaned up into the kisses until their lips met and melded. "Solo tuo.." He said as he attempted to catch his breath.
Feliciano tried to hold on, truly he did. But it was hard, this was his first time having sex, and it felt so damn good! The albino's words spurred him on further, because yes, he was Gillys, and then he heard that delicious command whispered so breathlessly, just as the other slammed into that wonderful spot again. "GILBERT!" He screamed loudly as he came on their chests, clinging on for everything he was worth, pressing sweet kisses to the others face. "Ti amo… ti amo Gilly…" He whispered. "All yours…. all yours…."
Antonio still didn't move away, instead keeping his darling lover cradled to his chest as they fell to the bed, before chuckling, and finally kicking off his jeans and boxers so they could lay skin to skin. "I wasn't too rough was I?" He whispered into his hair, praying the rough fabric hadn't hurt his darling. He had just been too turned on to wait. Now, he could take all the time he wanted to be tender with him, to cradle him close, their legs tangling together. "Vino… that was so incredibly wonderful.." He breathed, pressing their lips together in a sweet kiss. He leaned over the bed long enough to rummage through his pants pocket, pulling out a golden chain, Antonio's cross. He'd taken to removing it for shows, but it was his most cherished possession. "This belonged to my mother." He explained softly. "Will you wear it, so everyone will know you are mine?"
Gilbert watched as the man below him cried out and came while he continued snapping his hips and pounding into him. Suddenly the muscles tightened around him and he gasped, taking in one more thrust before he toppled over by releasing. "Feli.." He groaned, pulling out and gently laying on top of the small Italian. "Ich liebe dich auch.." He breathed, pressing kind kisses to his newly-made lover's jaw. "Stay mine. Now that you're with this awesome guy, no one is allowed to touch you, or gawk at you anymore," he wrapped his arms around Feli possessively.
Lovino was still trying to catch his breath and settle down the blush that still covered his face. The lusty glaze in his eyes were blinked away as he stared at the Spaniard taking off the rest of his bottoms. And thank god for that, because the buttons on his pants stabbed him while they were making love. Lovino curled in close to the warm sweaty body that held him, regardless of it ruining his cool facade. He didn't care right now. Then he watched as Antonio pulled out a shiny piece of jewelry. If the statement wasn't enough to warm his heart, the word 'mine' definitely did. "Y..yeah… but why would you trust me so easily with it?" He said as he leaned up so the necklace could be placed on him.
Feliciano cuddled into the others arms, making happy, unintelligible noises as he rode out his orgasm, looking up at him with hazy golden eyes, a sweet and satiated smile on his lips. "All Gillys." He murmured, pressing a sweet kiss over his lovers heart. "I'm all yours… and you're all mine?" He asked, nibbling his lip as he looked up into those beautiful rubies he had come to love so much already. "E-even though there's always going to be girls falling at your feet, please…. be mine only?" He pleaded. His arm reached up to grab the blanket from the back of the couch, draping it over them, before looking around curiously. "Where did Fratello and nice mister Antonio go?" He asked, blinking. Somehow, in his lusty haze, he hadn't even realized they weren't there anymore.
Antonio chuckled, gently draping the chain around his neck, just to press a kiss to the cross and let it settle over Lovino's chest. "For one…" He murmured as he tucked them in, fingers idly brushing over the others back. "…something tells me you understand how much it means, and how much it means for me to ask you to wear it." His voice was soft, tender, and there was no mistaking the adoration the musical tones held. "For two… it will keep you safe and close to me when I can't be with you, si? Mami used to always tell me a prayer and a kiss will make distance vanish and your heart warm. For three… now not only will everyone know you are mine.." His eyes twinkled with joy at that word. "..but you yourself will know that no matter how many fans flirt, no matter how many people throw themselves at me, I belong to you. You are the only one who gets me in your bed, the only one I will hold."
The German had to be honest, his plans earlier were more like a one night stand, considering he wasn't going to take Feliciano's virginity. Somewhere in the moment, he had a change of heart. Sure, the guy was cute, but he started realizing that having someone who didn't like him necessarily for being famous was so much better than having a fan in his arms. Plus, he was a great love maker. Especially after sharing love confessions, he couldn't really go back. And didn't want to. Especially when he felt a kiss on his chest. "All yours, mein liebe. None of the fans could compare to what I have now. Plus? I'm gay. I don't like girls." He laughed before taking a plain silver ring off his pinky, which matched with another one on his ring fiver. "Ja, so I bought these for fashion, but Francis told me they were promise rings since it said 'promise' in French on the inside." He grabbed The Italian's hand and put it on his index finger before kissing it. "That's really fuckin' cheesy, but I hope you don't mind." His face dropped when asked where the two were, then laughed. "I'm sure they need some alone time right now."
Lovino's face turned pink again, not in arousal like before, but because those smooth words told so sincerely flustered his heart. He placed a hand on the cross and snuggled into the body even closer so he could feel the heat radiating off his tan, smooth skin. He nodded that he understood what the necklace meant, and personally vowed to treasure it like the most precious thing in the world - next to Antonio. He was almost grossed out with himself for being so mushy. His eyes traveled up to meet with the Spaniard's, and he softly pouted. "You better be mine. I don't want to see in magazines that you're having a secret thing going on with a celebrity or some stupid shit."
Feliciano's cheeks burned red, his eyes lighting up like a child on Christmas at the ring being slid onto his finger. "Oh Gilly…" He whispered, throwing himself into the other and kissing him with everything the exhausted boy had left in him. "I love it.. I'm so happy…" He breathed. "You're the first person to treat me like an adult… like I'm more than just a cute little kid…" His voice was soft, and more than a little awestruck. "I don't know what someone so beautiful sees in someone as ordinary as me, but I'll do my very best to make you proud, to be the best boyfriend I can be."
Antonio couldn't help but chuckle at his lovers words, arms winding around him and holding him with such loving care, as he began to gently massage the Italian's lower back, wanting to make sure he wasn't in any kind of pain. "I'll do one better." He swore, his chest pounding and swelling with pride at seeing the cross so gingerly laid on Lovino's chest. "I have a press conference tomorrow…. if mi amor will come… I'll tell everyone right there and then that you are mine, that you are the one I have chosen." Antonio murmured, emerald eyes shining with love for the other.
Gilbert kissed him back then made a face because the youngers face was now red. Feliciano was so adorable. He just couldn't stand the cute face and the energy of a child coming from him. Even if he wasn't a child, he was still cute like one. He didn't want to treat someone he knew he was going to be sexual with like a kid. "Ja now, Feli. You don't need to try so hard. I'll show you the ropes of being a boyfriend. Plus I'm sure you're fine. As long as you're not going around flirting with others, all is good." He grinned, kissing his lover passionately, much unlike his other ones from earlier.
Lovino let a soft noise as the massage relieved the pain that was starting to hit his lower back and hips. His eyes grew wide when he heard the invitation given to him. "Antonio.." He bit his lip to think, because this meant there were going to be pictures taken of him. His name, his face, and his relationship status with a celebrity was going to be exposed for the world to see. Well, if that meant the world knew Antonio was taken, he didn't care. Lovino kissed his lover's lips quickly. "Si I'll go. But don't expect me to talk. I'm not good under pressure."
Feliciano kissed back sleepily, but passionately, a lazy arm winding around the others neck. "Love you…" He murmured, giving a sweet little yawn as he drifted to sleep in the silver haired mans arms. His face was peaceful and sweet, snuggled into the firm muscles of Gilbert's chest. He was so happy. He couldn't wait to go to school tomorrow and show his friends Kiku and Ludwig his beautiful ring. He was so proud of it. Already pain was starting to form in his lower back, but he simply couldn't bring himself to care.
Antonio's face lit up as his boyfriend accepted his invitation, nodding at his condition. "You won't have to say a word, I'll answer any questions they have, I promise! All you have to do is sit in the front row for me!" He chirped excitedly. "It's at ten tomorrow morning, you won't be late for work or anything if you come will you?" He asked, nuzzling him softly, and kissing his forehead.
"Love you too, Feli." He yawned in return seeing as though yawning was rather contagious to him. He didn't sleep just yet, so the felt the ground for a remote and turned on the television. Of course it was an Italian soap opera. Which brother watched that lame shit? Regardless, he watched it, trying to pick up on some of the Italian words exchanged during the lovey-dovey moments until he fell asleep with his face nuzzled in Feliciano's soft neck. Now was the Italian's chance to learn that Gil snored.
Lovino raised an eyebrow at the excitement coming from his lover. "You're so energetic.." He huffed. Looking up to think about his schedule, he shrugged. "I don't need to go in until twelve. You can come along to grab lunch there if you want to. It's the cafe we were at earlier." He then muttered and looked away, blushing at a thought. "My manager is going to kill me if she sees what you were pulling on me earlier. Either that, or get really excited,"
Antonio chuckled, kissing his head once more. "Sounds perfect, a lunch date with my Vino, yay~!" The Spaniard chirped happily, holding him closer. At his boyfriend's words, his grin grew. "Come on now, I didn't do anything too bad. Bad would have been taking you right there on that table like I wanted to." He teased, holding him close and yawning. "I can't wait to meet her. Go to sleep now amor, we have an early morning si?" It didn't take the Spaniard long to drift to sleep, holding his boyfriend close.
"Fucking pervert!" He grumbled, nuzzling his head into the Spaniard's chest. He nodded slowly at the statement, and eventually fell asleep in the arms of his now self-proclaimed protector.
