"How come this is wrong when it never feels like it?" Feliciano asked his brother from where he sat in front of him, fingers twined in his brother's hair, and his lips mere centimeters away from his brother's lips.
"It is wrong." Lovino answered with a faint blush on his face.
"But I think that I love you." Feliciano insisted as he closed the gap, and the heated kiss picked up from where it had left off.
Lovino moaned as his little brother deepened the kiss, and pulled him closer.
Feliciano pulled away from the kiss to cuddle against his older brother.
"We are brothers, so that's why you love me." Lovino struggled to speak as he regained his breath with kiss swollen lips.
"I love you the way that you claim to love Antonio." Feliciano muttered, determinedly.
"You don't." Lovino put his finger over Feliciano's lips as he spoke to him.
"Lovi." Feliciano cried out despite already knowing when he started this conversation how the conversation would go.
Lovino glared at him.
Feliciano lunged forward to mold their lips together again.
Kissing was allowed though falling in love was another story entirely.
They moaned in unison as they started to kiss with Feliciano's fingers curled near his brother's curl and slightly tugging on it.
Feliciano found himself moaning when he felt his brother's cool fingers toy with his curl.
These moments happened far too often for Feliciano to not feel something.
He based his own actions off of his feelings, thoughts, and desires.
He had been in love with his brother for a while now, so of course he said yes when his brother wanted to kiss or have sex.
Only it seemed to hurt more now than before when his brother went out with Antonio or even exclaimed the Spaniard's name at the peak of ecstasy at times.
He almost hated Antonio, and would if he had never met him.
It was unfair that Antonio seemed impossible to hate.
Antonio sure was lucky to have Lovino which was something that Feliciano would never have.