Sometimes Lovino liked to keep his eyes closed and explore with his finger tips, skimming the dips and hollows of Gil's rib cage down to where his hip bones jutted out. He loved how the abrasive scratch of stubble gave way to the soft flesh of neck and the shaky sighs that thrummed within his throat. He loved the tensing and jerking of abdominal muscles when his hands strayed too far south. He loved the lingering tang of sweat where his lips met him, and the sweet, musky scent he found when he nuzzled into his hair.

"Oh, God, Lovino…" Gilbert groaned. "You better pick up the damn pace." His own eyes fluttered shut as hot lips found his nipple and tongue lavished upon it. He reached up, hands cupping Lovino's ass, fingers digging into the crevice there, squeezing, molding, massaging until Lovi's kisses gave way to ragged gasps against him.

Lovino's eyes snapped open. "Stop that!"

"Hell no."

The Italian punished him with a sharp pinch to his side then rutted his hips into Gilbert, hard, until he was panting beneath him, dead to everything but the slap of skin on skin and the heat that ripped through him.

"Aaah, s'better," breathed Gilbert. He hissed as Lovino wrapped a hand around his length and squeezed.

Lovino leaned in close. His teeth skimmed Gilbert's earlobe. "I'm topping."

"Like hell."

Lovino bit down. "You bet your ass." He slipped his hand down the shaft once then back up.

Through the haze in his mind, Gilbert managed a smirk and locked eyes with him, then rocked to the side and—

"SHIT."

Lovino felt his back slam into then teeter at the edge of the bed. He yelped then grasped wildly for the sheets but only yanked them from the mattress in a cascade of comforter, pillows, and bodies, until both lay groaning on the ground, Gilbert flush on top of Lovino.

"You seriously jus—"

Gilbert rubbed his head. "Oops."

"Fuck yo—"

The Prussian silenced him with a kiss, positively beaming, lips quirking into a smile. "You're hot."

"Yeah, right." Reaching a hand to his forehead, Lovino shook his head and suppressed a sheepish smile of his own, only to burst into laughter.

And Gilbert could only stare, completely in awe at the way the mirth lit up his lover's face in wild abandon-and finding it the most beautiful thing in the world.