During Lunch
"Italy, how much longer are you going to work?"
Romano didn't even bother looking up from his laptop screen. "Until I'm done, potato-bastard."
Gilbert sighed, resting his chin on his hand, and watched as Romano reached for his fountain pen and wrote some notes in the journal to his left. He reached down, rummaging through his desk before pulling up a file. Rustling through the pages in the file, he paused, his lips pursing as he read through the information before writing down a few more notes, shoving the file back in and repeating the process.
Gilbert watched enthralled as Romano concentrated on his work, the end of the fountain pen now between the nation's plush lips as he nibbled on the end, lost in thought. Gilbert shifted in his seat, clearing his throat as he watched the tip of Romano's tongue dart out and flick the tip of the pen.
Romano leaned back in his seat with a heavy sigh and glared at the Prussian from under his bangs. "Can't you be quiet for a few minutes, bastard! I'm trying to concentrate, god knows Feliciano isn't going to do it."
"Why must you be so sexy while you are working?" Gilbert countered with a grin. "You make it hard to be quiet."
Romano rolled his eyes, but glanced down and noticed the sizable bulge in Gilbert's trousers. He felt a blush rushing over his cheeks to his ears. "We are at a World Conference, Idi—"
Gilbert kissed him, effectively shutting him up and ran a hand up Romano's thigh to palm him through his trousers, the man already half hard. He swallowed Romano's moan and chuckled darkly against his lips as Romano's hands clutched at the cloth on his chest.
He pulled back and grinned at the dazed look on Romano's face. He leaned down and kissed his jaw before dragging his lips up to his ear. "Do you think you can be quiet, Mein kleines Italien?"
"What do you take me for, Bastard?" Romano grumbled, but allowed Gilbert to take his hand and pull him to his feet.
It was about ten minutes into lunch, the conference room deserted other than Gilbert and Romano as the rest had left as soon as the meeting had adjourned for the morning. However, Gilbert knew they only really had a solid twenty to thirty minutes before the nations started to trinkle in again.
He pushed Romano against the closest wall, pressing their lips together in a fevered kiss.
Romano ran his hands down Gilbert's sides, untucking his red button-down from his trousers and sliding his hands underneath to clutch at the soft skin of Gilbert's back. He groaned as Gilbert slid his knee between his legs, immediately pressing down to seek friction.
Gilbert tangled his hands in his lover's dark hair, and bit down on Romano's plump lower lip causing Romano to gasp. He kissed along his jaw before suckling a mark onto the sensitive spot below his ear. "Shh, I told you to be quiet." Gilbert whispered, nuzzling at Romano's jaw.
Gilbert's whispered words had Romano shivering with anticipation, but he nodded, eyes opening to meet Gilbert's. "I'll be quiet, because I want to be." He said stubbornly. His words were barely a whisper and he leaned forward to capture Gilbert' mouth again, but Gilbert moved back just out of reach, one eyebrow raised in question.
"Are you sure you can be silent, liebe?" Romano' breath caught as he watched Gilbert's ruby eyes darken as the Prussian slipped a hand down the front of Romano' trousers. He bit his lip to stifle his moan when Gilbert's hand wrapped around his cock and gave it a squeeze.
At Romano' nod, Gilbert smiled mischievously. "Gutes kleines Italien."
Romano fought down a whimper as the warm hand slipped out of his pants, bucking his hips to follow Gilbert' hand, but stilled at the quelling look Gilbert gave him.
Gilbert unbuttoned Romano' shirt, kissing every inch of revealed skin as Romano' hands gripped his sides. He parted the shirt and slid a hand down the lightly muscled abdomen before undoing Romano' flies and pushing both boxer briefs and trousers down his legs.
Romano arched his neck to grant Gilbert better access as he kissed a trail down the long delicate neck and nipped at his collarbone. He couldn't keep his hands idle and reached for Gilbert' belt, undoing it and Gilbert's fly quickly, his hand gripping Gilbert' thick cock the moment it was freed.
Gilbert sucked in a harsh breath against Romano' skin, the feel of that soft hand on his cock making him close his eyes in rapture. He forced his eyes open and pulled back slightly to meet Romano' stormy eyes, glazed with lust. "Suck me." He begged, brushing the back of his fingers against Romano's cheek.
Romano froze, eyes widening in shock. They didn't do that. They had decided early on that there was too much of a difference in their power dynamics to make it a comfortable act between the two of them.
Gilbert's own eyes widened and he pulled away, "I-I'm sorry, Lovino, I didn't mean—"
Romano pressed his lips against Gilbert's. He pulled away and made eye contact before he slowly made his way to his knees, pushing Gilbert's underwear and trousers down past his ass. He swallowed heavily as he broke eye contact with Gilbert, his hands curling into fists to keep them from shaking in his nervousness. He took a deep breath and licked his dry lips before looking at the perfection that was Gilbert's cock; long and thick and just beautiful. He let out a shaky breath before taking the already leaking head into his mouth.
He heard Gilbert hiss as he ran his tongue up the underside of his prick, swirling it around the tip once, twice, then taking as much of it down his throat as he could.
Gilbert threaded his fingers through Romano' dark hair, pushing it back from his face to watch his prick slide between those plump, red glistening lips. The warm, wet suction sent sparks of pleasure up his spine and he fought back the urge to just fuck that pretty mouth. Romano looked up and met his eyes and Gilbert had to pull back; the sinful look in the lust-filled hazel eyes, his mouth full of Gilbert' cock, almost making him come on the spot.
At Romano' questioning look, Gilbert pulled him up, crashing their lips together in a searing kiss. He ran his hands down to Romano' backside, kneading the firm cheeks before pulling back slightly, his breath ragged against Romano' mouth.
"I need you."
He watched as the words had their desired effect, a shiver going through Romano' body before he grinned and turned around to face the wall. He pushed his trousers down as far as they would go and braced himself against the creme colored wall. He tossed his hair back as he looked over his shoulder at Gilbert with a smirk. "What are you waiting for then, Bastard?"
Gilbert fought back a smile at Romano' cheek and looked cocked his head, listening to the door to make sure they were still alone. He slipped a hand into his pocket and pulled out a small bottle of lube. He poured a generous amount into his hand and rubbed his fingers together, pressing himself against Romano's side and kissing his temple.
Romano bit back a moan as he felt one of Gilbert's thin long fingers enter him, sliding in and out slowly several times before a second digit joined the first. He pushed back against Gilbert's hand, the fingers inside him stretching him, curving to reach his prostate. Romano couldn't help the low groan that escaped him as a third finger was added and Gilbert pressed against his prostate.
He almost whined at the feeling of emptiness when Gilbert removed his fingers, leaning forward to whisper harshly into his ear. "I thought I told you to keep quiet, Lovino."
Romano glared at him and was immediately granted a soft smile and a kiss pressed against the back of his neck before he felt Gilbert' cock nudge his entrance. His head dropped forward, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as the head of Gilbert' cock breached him easily.
Gilbert gripped Romano' hips, stilling the other man's movements as he pressed inside, achingly slow, until he was buried to the hilt. He pulled Romano up against him, one arm across his chest and his mouth grazing Romano's ear.
"Can you be silent while I fuck you?" Gilbert emphasized his words by sliding almost all the way out and then slamming inside again. He grazed his teeth down Romano' neck as he thrust in and out of him, biting down on his shoulder as Romano rocked his hips back to meet him.
"Do you like this?" He breathed against the golden skin. "Being fucked in the conference room, where anyone can catch us?"
Romano labored breathing was his only answer, his hands reaching back to grip Gilbert wherever he could as he bucked back into him. "Does it turn you on more, having me inside you, knowing someone could walk in and see?"
Romano's head lolled back onto Gilbert's shoulder, a murmured please hissing through his lips as Gilbert continued to pound into him roughly. Gilbert snaked a hand around Romano' torso and wrapped it around his leaking cock, spreading the pre-cum with his fingers and pumping him in time with his thrusts.
Gilbert felt the tension coil low in his belly and he sped up his movements, his thumb flicking over the tip of Romano' prick as he growled low in his ear. "Come for me, liebe."
Romano' hips stuttered as Gilbert twisted his hand on the upstroke, a long, low groan escaping his mouth as he came over Gilbert's fingers. The clenching of Romano's body sent waves of pleasure through Gilbert and he came, bright white light filling his vision just as he heard footsteps approaching through the door of the conference room.
With no time to recover, Gilbert quickly pulled out of Romano, his mind still dazed, but thanking his well honed senses for the warning as he heard the clipped footsteps get closer.
"Romano," he warned harshly, "Someone's coming!"
Romano shook himself out of his orgasm-induced haze and quickly pulled his trousers up and buttoned his shirt as Gilbert pulled his handkerchief out and cleaned them up as well as he could.
They had barely straightened their clothes when Germany and Feliciano opened the door, the two men pausing at the state of their brothers.
"Just what are you two doing?" Germany's tone disapproving, as he looked the two of them up and down.
"None of your business, potato-bastard!" Romano snarled before storming back to his seat and throwing himself down in front of his laptop.
"Ve~ Romano, no need to be so mean! We only came back to bring you lunch." Feliciano placed a large stapled paper bag down by the laptop and sat next to his brother. He leaned over and leaned his chin on his brother's shoulder, "Ci sono anche le salviette e un cambio di vestiti, fratello."
Romano let out a sigh of relief and stealthily turned to press a kiss to his brother's cheek. "Grazie, fratello."
"Puzza un po' di sesso, aprirei anch'io una finestra."
"Vaffanculo, fratello."
"Ve~ I think Gilbert has you covered." Feliciano jumped away from his brother, and pulled on Germany's arm. "Luddy. There is a pet shop down the street, we still have 25 minutes, let's go look at the cats!"
Germany sighed heavily, "If we must."
Romano and Gilbert stared after the two as they left the conference room before turning back to each other, their eyes shining with mirth. Gilbert walked over to Romano and pressed a kiss to his forehead, his shoulders shaking with quiet mirth.
"Well, that was close," Gilbert snickered, wiping tears from the corner of his eyes. Gilbert reached down and wrapped his arms around Romano' waist and pulled him close, burying his face in the crook of his lover's neck. "Then what do you say we go for round two?"
Romano raised an eyebrow at him, "We have 25 minutes."
"Hmm," Gilbert kissed his neck. "Maybe a round three as well."
