Ciruelas

Summary: Antonio has a bit of a realization while eating a plum, and is quick to make Lovino uncomfortable about the situation. Maybe not uncomfortable as a bad thing though~ RomaSpa, Seme!Romano, Uke!Spain


"Look Lovi, it looks like a little butt~"

They had been relaxing at home, not really needing to bother about the economy at the moment. Because, for at least the next few months, it was guaranteed to be stable. Somewhat stable. But that's beside the point.

"What the hell did you just say?" Lovino had been sitting in his arm chair, reading over 'The Merchant of Venice'. He had just picked up the old book, skimming through the pages to appease himself before Spain started rattling on about everything and... apparently plum butts...

"I said it looks like a little butt! Isn't it cute~?"

"No, Spain, it is not cute. It's a fruit, just eat it," Lovino sighed and looked back at the page he was now retreading.

"If you say so, pero I think it's just looks like Lovi's cute little butt~"

Did he... did he just compare his butt to a fucking plum? "Look, bastard-" He looked up, his eyes widening slightly, "w-what the hell are you doing?"

The Spaniard in question had his eyes half shut, tongue gliding slowly along the edge of the fruit. He pulled the tip across the top, curling slightly before looking back up at the aubrunette, doe eyes wide and innocent,

"what do you mean, Lovi?"

"I- I mean why the hell were you licking it like that?!"

"I was just tasting it," Antonio offered, looking back down at the fruit,

"you told me to eat it, so I am..." He pressed his lips down, opening his mouth and taking a slow, drawn out bite. Lovino felt a twitch from his crotch, heating up considerably, "L-Listen, Antonio-"

"Mm...?" Again, his green orbs met the Italian's, lips glistening from the juice of the plum.

"J-just don't eat your fucking food like that!" A blush rose to his face when he heard the inevitable 'like what?' "Like that! Like you're eating someone out!" He was simply met with more confusion and gave up, looking back to the paragraph he needed to finish.

A few minutes later a soft hum left Toni's lips, "just like Lovi, a little hard 'nd sour on the outside, pero sweet and juicy once you get inside~" That was by far the cheesiest thing that Spain had said all week; damn if Lovino didn't want to smack him, but it seriously turned him on. Especially- fuck- the way he was licking his fingers clean-

"Toño..."

"Is Lovi jealous?"

"The fuck would I be jealous of a plum for?!"

"Does Lovi want Boss to-"

"Fuck no I don't! I don't want anything to do... with..." Those eyes were calling to him though. And it wasn't like he was really busy... right?

"With...?" Antonio watched as Lovino set his book down, grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him up, "Lovi where are you-" he was cut off by a forceful kiss, the Italian's hard gaze directed at him, "You know exactly where the hell we're going. And you're gonna shut up and bottom this time because it's your fault I'm like this."

"O-okay~!" Antonio grinned, pressing his lips against Lovino's again.


Title means 'plums'.