Name: Doing the dishes

Pairing: Spain x Romano

Requested by: Ariaprincess

Word count: 372(Story only)

Kiss: Kiss on the ear

Doing the dishes

He loved Lovino's ears. He loved them so, so much. They were cute and beautiful, shaped like shells and they seemed so… Kissable? Biteable? Antonio was lucky that Lovino's sensitive spot was his ear. Every time the Spaniard wanted to initiate things, make them a little more exciting or just to tease his lover, he would kiss the top of the ears. Sometimes he would nibble on them, sometimes he would gently take the lobe in his mouth and softly pull. Lovino would turn into a whimpering mess in his arms.

Just like today.

They were doing the dishes. Okay, Lovino was doing the dishes. Antonio was goofing around, blowing soap foam towards Lovino, making it stick to his hair. He would flick water onto his face and playfully hit him with the dishcloth. Lovino only scowled. When the cheerful ball had enough of the play, he snuck his arms around Lovino, nuzzling his neck and sighing contently.

"You idiot, you're always messing around and playing, aren't you", the Italian scolded, care swinging in his voice.

"Hmh", the other hummed, before pressing a few kisses to the brunet's neck, slowly travelling upwards. Knowing where his lover was heading, Lovino pressured on, taking the last cup in his hand and drying it, before starting on the cutlery.

The kisses moved higher, to the base of his skull and Lovino felt shivers run down his spine, giving him goose bumps. He wanted these stupid dishes to be done. They had left them lying around for the past three evenings, mainly because either Antonio had distracted him with kisses or he had been too tired to care.

When he felt the Spaniard's lips envelope his ear lobe, Lovino leaned back, resting his head onto the taller's shoulder.

"Antonio…", he softly moaned, eyes half lidded.

"Leave the dishes be, I promise I will do them." Another kiss pressed to his ear and Lovino whirled around, dropping the dishcloth to the floor and jumping onto Antonio. He carried the little Italian to their room, staying up way longer than they had planned to.

And of course, the dishes were not done by Antonio the next morning, but by Lovino. With a little, satisfied smile on his lips.