#9: Merenda part 2
A pink tongue slipped past soft-looking lips to trace up and down it, tasting it, licking it. It was so good, it was practically melting in his mouth. Liquids trickled down from the very top, and he licked it all up, catching every drop with his tongue. It was so good, he couldn't help nibbling on the sides a bit, wanting a bit more of the sweet taste down his throat. He really liked the taste of it.
Then he moved his lips up, dragging them up this yummy treat and licking the head, swirling his tongue around it and collecting more liquid from it. Oh...it was starting to flow now...he'll lick it up. But it was so much...so he closed his lips around the entirety of it and sucked. He sucked and licked and licked and sucked, until his mouth was full of yummy juices. He gulped it down, loving the sensation of it sliding down his throat. He was messy about it, too, as liquid slipped past his lips and down his chin. No bother, he simply pulled his mouth away to lick his lips. Then he glanced over to his boyfriend with sleepy emerald eyes.
Lovino was watching him. He always did. And Antonio knew it. Oh, he knew it. His lovely boyfriend's face was flushed, his glittering hazel eyes glowing with lust, his bottom lip caught between his teeth in a nervous nibble. His hands were between his legs, thighs pressed tightly together, and Antonio knew.
With a devious little smirk, he popped the Popsicle back into his mouth and lifted his hand off the table, sending a little wave to his boyfriend. From the living room couch, Lovino's hazy eyes narrowed, cheeks flushing a darker shade, and one hand lifted to flip the Spaniard off.
Oh, he is the absolute worst.
