When the food came to the table, Gilbert cheered. He had a hidden love for burgers, and this particular joint was a favorite of his. He'd ordered a Greek Burger, which came with slices of lamb in addition to beef, with feta cheese, tzatziki sauce, and pieces of onion and cucumber.

Lovino was disgusted. The burger was an abomination in his eyes, and from what Gilbert could tell, the Italian would have to try it to make a true judgement.

"It's actually very good," he said, taking in Lovino's expression. "I have a knack for ordering well. One of the many things that makes me awesome."

Lovino scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Arrogant," he muttered as his own burger was placed in front of him.

Gilbert laughed from his gut. "I'm not arrogant."

"If you're not arrogant, then I'm not Italian." He gingerly lifted the top bun on his burger, checking its contents.

"I mean it, I'm not!" The albino took a drink of his beer before continuing. "I just personally think it's important to be aware of your self-worth, you know? I mean, if you accept the fact that you're not ugly, then when someone else tells you you're ugly you can say, 'You're entitled to your opinion, but I beg to differ.' See, I know I'm not entirely unattractive. I know I'm not all that unintelligent. I know I don't suck at singing or back rubs, and I know I'm not half-bad in the sack. It's knowing all of these things that gives you some... some satisfaction in life."

Lovino stared at him, mouth slightly agape. "U-Uh... Wow." He wasn't sure how to respond. It was like he'd been seeing a picture the wrong way for most of his life, and just needed to change the lighting in the picture.

"Yeah. And I know that I didn't do a bad job explaining myself just now." Then he took a monstrous bite of his burger, spilling feta and tomato all over his fries.

And just like that, the moment was ruined.


If there was any indication of Gilbert Beilschmidt's skill in fellatio, it would be this.

One hand planted firmly on Lovino's left ass cheek, the other twisting tightly in his hair. He breathed softly through his nose, onto the brunet's cheek, and his teeth made a few appearances as well, nipping into his lower lip, lightly raking across his tongue.

"Mmm..."

Then he could feel, rather than see, the corners of his mouth turn up in a smirk. It was like having a cold finger lightly trail up Lovino's spine, raising every hair and making him shudder.

Gilbert pulled away then, much to Lovino's disdain, narrowing one eye to look at him askew. "Something tells me you thought I'd suck at that."

Lovino blushed, feeling how his nipples pressed against his v-neck tee. "I didn't say that."

"But you didn't disagree just now." He ran a hand through his slightly wavy moonbeam hair and smiled somewhat ferally. "Anyway. No further, remember? Because we agreed... no... no anything until we've all had our first dates with you.

Lovino groaned irritatedly, his face heating with his slight and swift arousal. "Yeah."

"Sorry to disappoint you." The hand on his ass slid over his hip to the mild bulge in the front of the Italian's pants. "I can tell you wouldn't have minded if we'd gone a little further."