AN: This chapter is VERY M-rated.


Lovino doesn't know how it happens. The man isn't attractive, not anywhere near his type, even if he was actually into men. But there's something about being wanted that much, about the way Arthur looks at him, like he's everything the older man has ever wanted in the world. It's not romantic though, not at all. Even if Arthur tries to make it seem like it is, with pet names and little notes. No, he has the feeling that Arthur simply wants him as some kind of possession, and the thought of it is hotter than the younger man wants to admit.

He's not a virgin, he's been with women, but never with a man, and he's surprised how roughly Arthur pushes him into the confession box. Lovino isn't used to not being in charge, he considers pushing back, showing Arthur he can hold his own, but Arthur seems to sense it and grabs the rosary on his neck, pulling him closer and claiming his mouth for his own.

Even now, Arthur still has some reservations about dirtying Lovino like this, but when the Italian lets out a sharp breath against his mouth, he knows he won't be able to stop.

"Knees."

Lovino does as he's told, able to get down without much trouble, despite the cramped surroundings. Arthur's hands are shaking as he unbuttons his pants. It's dark, but he can see the way Lovino's robes pool around him, the way he looks up at him, the almost uncertain look the other has. It's that false innocence he'd fallen for the first time he'd seen him, the look he gets when he's about to pray.

Arthur is worried he'll lose control before Lovino even touches him.

"Come now. Surely you know what to do."

He's delighted when Lovino almost looks like he doesn't, when that tanned hand lightly touches him, fingers soft and uncertain. Arthur grabs hold of dark, curly hair and guides the other's mouth where he wants it. It's amazingly warm, and when Lovino tentatively moves his tongue, he can't help but thrust forward, ignoring the way Lovino chokes against him, only finally pulling back when Lovino grazes him with his teeth.

"I wouldn't do that again."

"You were fucking choking me!"

"Shhh. What if someone comes in to pray and here's your filthy little mouth..?"

Still, Arthur doesn't want to chance another encounter with Lovino's teeth, so he grabs the rosary again and pulls the man up by it, slipping a hand under Lovino's robes, pleased to find that the younger man seems to be enjoying this far more than he's letting on. "I brought… preparations."

"I bet you did."

Arthur ignores the snide comment, because it doesn't matter, not when Lovino is in here with him. Willing, and ready, and letting out short little gasps when Arthur squeezes more tightly. He falls back, sitting on the small bench and pulling Lovino onto his lap. He wants to see his face, he never wants to take his eyes away from him during this. It would be a crime to turn away from such beauty.

Lovino moves to undo his robes and Arthur grabs his wrist, mouth dry.

"No. Keep them on."

Lovino looks like he might protest, but Arthur gives another jerk with his other hand and the Italian lets out a small moan, leaning in to try and muffle it against Arthur's lips. He guides Lovino's hand to spread the lubricant, glad that the other man doesn't seem to be concerned with his lack of protection. He doesn't want anything between them, he wants to feel everything, be as close to Lovino as possible.

He slips a finger inside the man, bringing his lips to his ear. "Remember to keep quiet."

"Y-You keep quiet."

"It might hurt at first."

"Just sh-shut up and do it!"

"Mmm… Do what?"

"You-"

"Tell me, engel." Arthur knows he needs this far more desperately than Lovino, but the Italian doesn't seem to realize it.

"Fuck me, you piece of-"

Arthur thrusts in, shoving the small cross into Lovino's mouth to keep him from crying out before grabbing the man's hips. A few muffled cries still come out, but not loudly enough to draw any attention. Lovino digs his fingers into Arthur's shoulders, eventually spitting out the rosary and attacking the man's mouth with his own.

It hurts, but Lovino ignores the pain, because Arthur's started thrusting in a way that feels absolutely amazing now and all he can do is bury his face into his shirt to keep the moans from getting too loud.

Arthur won't have it though, and pulls Lovino's head back by his hair. "I w-want to see your face."

Lovino bites his lip and nods, face flushed and light beads of sweat on his brow from the heat of the small confessional. He lets out a particularly loud moan and Arthur can't stand it anymore.

Lovino looks like he might choke the man for finishing before him.

But Arthur is too sated to be embarrassed, so he pulls out, keeping Lovino on his lap and leaving small kisses along his neck as he goes back to stroking the other lightly.

"A-Arturo…"

"Shh… My engel… You're so loud… Even with just this…"

"Be- Go faster-"

Arthur increases the speed of his hand, biting lightly on the spot below Lovino's ear as he feels the younger man finish in his hand.

"You're beautiful…"

Lovino feels suddenly ashamed by it all, especially when he feels Arthur wipe his hand on his robes. "I should go…"

"I'll be back next week…"