The material slipped down Lovino's hip, showing clear olive skin, and Antonio blushed as he took too much notice over the way the muscle moved and rippled under his flesh. Realising what Antonio was looking at, the teenager pulled his shorts down even further, the curve of his ass making Antonio's blood boil.
"Like it?" he muttered in a sultry voice, and oh god; that accent made his knees go weak. Taking a step backwards, Antonio shook his head, hair flying around his face and into his eyes. "Um, Lovi, you are my best friend, but really, we're in a shower metres away from our classmates… Seriously, you shouldn't joke like that…" Lovino frowned, pulling his shorts back up onto his hips.
"Lighten up, bastard, I was kidding." He reached down to pull on his shoes, and Antonio's eyes widened as Lovino's shirt slowly rose up his back, revealing waaaay too much skin. Lovino couldn't not know what he was doing, surely? His movements were so slow, and all showed off some part of his perfect body. He lifted his arm and the muscle flexed, he smiled slightly to himself and his lips just looked so goddamn soft, what would they look like if he were to just press himself into that pink mouth- God he needed to wash out his brain. Antonio could feel the burn between his legs and he turned around quickly, trying not to do anything, praying his body wouldn't do that to him.
It did.
Shit.
Blushing so hard his face felt like it was on fire, Antonio finished changing in seconds and ran out of the sweaty room full of teenage boys. Lovino just stood bent over, smirking as he tugged his jacket over his slim shoulders. That was fun.