Lips pressed desperately against one another as they slammed into the door behind them, hands grasping at anything and everything. A leg hooked up over Antonio's waist as he pressed closer, grinding their erections together and eliciting a strangled moan from his lover's lips. Lovino groaned in return, one hand grasping at the Spaniard's hair and pulling hard while the other grasped at his shirt.
A hiss left Antonio's lips as his hair was pulled and he removed his lips from the Italian's, green eyes meeting brown. A smirk upturned his lips and he found himself on the end of another painful hair tug. "Just what the hell are you so smug about, bastardo?" Lovino managed out, glaring at him.
La reina de la noche La diosa del vudu
Yo no podre salvarme Podras salvarte tu?
La tela de la arana, La una del dragon
Te lleva a los infiernos Ella es tu adiccion:
Te besa y te desnudo con tu baile demencial,
Tu cierras los ojitos y te dejas arrastrar,
Tu te dejas arrastrar:
"No reason, Lovi," he whispered in return, pulling away and tugging him out into the downpour the city had become. Within seconds, they were drenched but he couldn't bring himself to care as a pair of heated lips attached to his own, a hand tugging at his hair again. His own hands danced along Lovino's waist before finding the hem of the shirt he wore, only to wrench his lips away and tear the shirt over his head. It fell with a wet plop on to the pavement but neither cared.
His own shirt was shed moments later, meeting the same fate as the first one. He smirked against Lovino's lips, pulling him closer still, their bare wet chests rubbing just right to earn a whimper of need from his younger lover.
"Find a place to lean against, bastardo," Lovino growled out. As he was lifted up, he wrapped his legs tightly around Antonio's waist, attacking his bare skin with nips and kisses, his curl bouncing slightly as the rain pounded on them.
Ella que sera She's livin' la vida loca Y te dolera
Si de verdad te toca Ella es tu final
Vive la vida loca Ella te dira
Vive la vida loca, Vive la vida loca
She's livin' la vida loca
He yelped as the cold hood of a car pressed to his back and retaliated with a painful kiss full of teeth and tongue, all of which his lover was happy to respond to. The cold was a nice contrast compared to the insufferable heat he felt, not only from the body above his, but from his own core temperature rising above normal.
Antonio pulled his head back, kissing down his neck instead, lips attaching at weak points and sucking, leaving the man below him a writhing mess of pleasure. He chuckled airily, nipping hard enough to get a mewling moan. "¿Qué pasa, Lovino? Pensé que me iban a poner en mi lugar." Lovino let out a whimper, his hips slamming upwards into Antonio's almost pleadingly. "Que no responde a mi pregunta..."
"B-Bastardo!" Lovino spat out, anger fueling him for all but three seconds when those devilish lips landed on a nipple and sucked. His back arched off of the hood of the car at the pleasure, his head falling back. "Altri, per favore!" he gasped out, unable to handle the teasing anymore.
Se fue a New York City
A la torre de un hotel
Te ha robado la cartera
Se ha llevado hasta tu piel
Por eso no bebia De tu copa de licor
Por eso te besabe Con narcotico sabor,
Es el beso de calor
"Con placer..." came the response, a tanned hand moving from Lovino's hip to undo the fly of his pants and push them down, chuckling again. "No underwear? Were you expecting something to happen tonight, Lovi?" he asked, the words whispering across his lover's skin.
Lovino's cheeks turned a brilliant shade of red and Antonio bit back the comparison to his favorite fruit. "S-shut up and fuck me!" he shouted, grabbing Antonio's hair and tugging him back up for another kiss.
He chuckled softly and kissed back ardently, his hands moving to divest himself of his pants. "No hay lubricación, Lovi..." he told him. Another groan left the Italian thrust his hips up.
"D-don't care, just fuck me before I change my mind, damnit!" Lovino shouted, letting out a mixed yell as he was stretched suddenly by that hot cock he denied loving. He instantly bucked against his lover, taking him deeper.
Ella que sera She's livin' la vida loca Y te dolera
Si de verdad te toca Ella es tu final
Vive la vida loca Ella te dira
Vive la vida loca, Vive la vida loca
She's livin' la vida loca
"Usted puta sucia. Usted me está tragando todo y quiere más?" Antonio whispered, beginning a hard fast pace in and out of that greedy hole he was encased. He didn't miss the groan of pleasure, nor the way Lovino's eyes rolled back into his head. He'd get hell tomorrow for not taking it easy on him but he didn't care. He kissed down his lover's throat, nipping hard enough to leave bruises.
If the sounds Lovino were making were any indication, the moans steadily getting higher in pitch, the gasps and shudders and the occasional curses in not Italian but Spanish, then he was safe to assume that he was close.
"Antonio, más duro, más rápido, más profundo! Me jodas! " Lovino shouted, unaware what language he was speaking in. He didn't care as long as the pleasure didn't stop. He was so close! Wrapping his legs tightly around that waist again, he pulled him closer.
Te besa y te desnuda con su baile demencial
Tu cierras los ojitos y te dejas arrastrar
Tu te dejas arrastrar
Antonio shuddered and obeyed, his lips attaching to that wide-open mouth beneath him, stealing whatever breath the man had managed to get. His hips snapped hard enough to begin to leave bruises on the other's pelvis and thighs and yet he couldn't stop even if he wanted to.
Pulling away from the kiss to get some much needed air, he looked down at the flushed cheeks, the hazy brown eyes, the spit-slick lips... And that damned curl taunting him. With a swift movement, he captured the curl in his lips and laved attention on it.
Ella que sera She's livin' la vida loca,
Y te dolera Si de verdad te toca
Ella es tu final,
Vive la vida loca
Ella te dira
Lovino screamed as he came, clutching hard enough at Antonio's shoulders that his nails actually sunk into his skin and tore it open. The Spaniard gasped and followed him quickly in release, releasing the curl from his mouth lest he bite down and cause more harm than good.
He panted as he pulled out of Lovino, pressing soft kisses to his face and neck. Lovino moved, capturing his lips in a seemingly loving kiss but it was just the after effects of sex. "Nngh... Can we go home now, Bastardo? I don't want to get sick," he mumbled.
Antonio blinked before laughing and nuzzling his Lovino's neck, not caring around the twap on the back of the head he received. He stood up, gathered up his lover and began to walk, rather proudly, to their apartment.
Vive la vida loca...
OMAKE #1
His eyebrow twitched before he reared his head back and—
—ACHOO!
Lovino sniffled as he wiped his nose on a tissue before depositing it into the overflowing trash can on the side of the bed. He glared when Antonio entered the room with a bowl of soup and some orange juice. "D-damn you! You made me sick!"
Antonio smiled weakly and leaned over, pressing a kiss to his lover's lips before pulling away and beginning to feed him the soup.
"Nngh.. Y-you don't need to feed me, Bastardo..." he whimpered but accepted it anyway. It was a losing battle when he felt this weak. He shifted, only to have a pain shoot up his spine. He sent his Spanish lover another glare and a huff. "And you couldn't have taken it easy on me why?"
Antonio chuckled. "You wouldn't let me, mi amor," he answered, leaning forward and pressing their foreheads together. Once the soup was eaten, the juice drank, he curled up beside his lover, wrapping his arms around him. "Get some sleep, Lovi. You'll get better quicker,"
Lovino grumbled and snuggled close. If he was told about it later, he'd deny it was because it felt good and claim it was because he was hoping to get the idiot sick.
"Ti amo, Lovi," Antonio whispered, his Spanish accent carrying over into the Italian and making it sound a mix between the two
Lovino huffed and waited before Antonio was nearly asleep before kissing his lips, his cheeks a bright red. "Y-yo tambein te amo, Antonio..." he whispered back, finally drifting off
OMAKE #2
"What the... Feliciano, aren't these your brother's clothes?" Ludwig asked his small lover, lifting up the shirt with his thumb and forefinger, as if it would poison him. Feliciano tilted his head and took the shirt before grinning.
"Fratello e Antonio stanno facendo i bambini ~ Forse sarò uno zio!" the younger Italy twin exclaimed, spinning around in the rain. He paused and looked up at Ludwig, his eyes a shade darker. Ludwig felt his heart rate increase with that.
"Ve, Ludwig~" he called as he dropped the shirt and pressed himself against his lover, his arms coming up to wrap around his neck. "Lass uns auch ein paar Babies machen, ja?" he asked, his voice too soft for the German pronunciation but it served it's purpose when he was swept into a hard kiss.
TRANSLATIONS:
Bastardo = Italian, "Bastard"
¿Qué pasa, Lovino? Pensé que me iban a poner en mi lugar. = Spanish, "What, Lovino? I thought I was going to be put in my place,"
Que no responde a mi pregunta. = Spanish, "That doesn't answer my question,"
Altri, per favore! = Italian, "More, please!"
Con placer = Spanish, "With pleasure,"
No hay lubricación, Lovi. = Spanish, "There's no lubrication, Lovi,"
Usted puta sucia. Usted me está tragando todo y quiere más? = Spanish, "You dirty whore. You're swallowing me whole and you want more?"
Antonio, más duro, más rápido, más profundo! Me jodas! = Spanish, "Antionio, harder, faster, deeper! Fuck me!"
Mi amor = Spanish, "My love,"
Ti amo = Italian, I love you
Yo tambein te amo= Spanish, "I love you too,"
Fratello e Antonio stanno facendo i bambini ~ Forse sarò uno zio! = Italian, "Brother and Antonio are making babies~ Maybe I'll be an uncle!"
Lass uns auch ein paar Babies machen, ja?= German, "Let us make some babies too, yeah?"