Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

A/n1: It really is a bit difficult to write from Antonio's POV. I mean, he's very different from Lovino and I believe he does have thoughts and fears that surpass Lovi's. I don't think he's smarter than Lovino – I think they're pretty much on the same level – but his thoughts are, I don't know, deeper. More complicated. And he swears a lot less.
So let's write an entire chapter filled with sex, fuckapades and lovemaking and the like and look at it through Toni's eyes! That surely is the most sensible thing to do! Surely!

A/n2: And in case you're wondering: yes, I indeed think it's awkward to have inspiring quotes (like the one below) in the very beginning of such a... special chapter. Also, Erasmus' quote kind of contradicts the quote of Khaled Hosseini (chapter 7). Interesting how different people's opinions about kids can be, huh?

~~ And Three Makes Five ~~

Chapter 32:

Young bodies are like tender plants, which grow and become hardened to whatever shape you've trained them.
Desiderius Erasmus Roterodamus
(Dutch humanist, priest, teacher and theologian)

Since Lovino hadn't exactly appreciated (all) my sexual innuendoes when we had been in the lobby, the ambiance inside the elevator was pretty…

…awful.

I mean, Lovino kept glaring at me, his arms folded and his body standing way too far away from mine – but I was scared he would give me an uppercut to the chin if I had the guts to try and seduce him right now. He'd do something horrible to me.

Or not? Maybe I should test it.

'You're looking lovely tonight,' I smiled.

Lovino smiled back. 'Wipe that sick grin off your face or I'll fucking amputate it with my car keys.'

A chill went down my frightened spine and I obeyed immediately. I swear, if smiles could kill, Lovi's would have turned me into a snowman. A frozen, mutilated, fat snowman, just to punish me.

'Jerk,' he muttered, turning his face away from me. 'This night was supposed to be something special, dammit – and you had to make some stupid comments about it like the unsubtle asshole you are. You're lucky I didn't ditch you.'

I looked at him, shocked. I suddenly realized Lovino was a lot more upset about my playful teasing than I thought, which made me feel like the worst husband and lover ever. Come on, if I still didn't know what could anger my most important person after all this time, then maybe I wasn't even worthy to be his.

A very, very unsettling thought.

'I'm sorry,' I therefore said, as gently and honestly as I could. 'I guess I felt a bit too excited about tonight.'

'You shouldn't embarrass me in front of strangers.' Lovino gave me a weary look. 'You know I have difficulties with… with showing affection and shit in public, dammit, so why did you have to say all that?'

'I went too far,' I admitted. 'I really am very sorry, Lovi! Please forgive me. Don't let my stupid action ruin our night together.'

Lovi huffed. 'Well, make it up to me, then.'

'Okay! How?'

'Wha-! I'm obviously not going to tell you how to make up with me, dammit! Put some effort in it!'

I wanted to pout, protest and yes, I even wanted to beg him to please just tell me what I could do to make him forgive me – because a small voice in the back of my head kept on telling me I was going to mess up massively if I was going to do something impulsive right now – but that, too, would only make matters worse.

So I just let out a soft, tormented sigh and thought.

Lovino wasn't an easy lover. No matter how turned on he had to be right now – probably just as much as I was – he still had that rock-hard pride of his, and that pride wasn't going to let some cheap make up -tactic do the trick.

Which actually was a good thing. Lovino's pride made him Lovino. I probably wouldn't have wanted him if he didn't have his pride. It protected him and if it (temporarily) disappeared, I knew he was at a place where he felt good and secure. I loved his pride because it felt so damn good to beat and replace it by loving feelings and smiles.

So… so what should I do?

All kinds of ideas shot through my head. Serenade him, hope there would be an elderly couple stepping in on the next floor so I could show off my caring and good side, wonder if some homophobes could enter the elevator and threaten us so I could beat them up and show Lovi how burly and manly I actually was, ask him if… if he wanted something to eat or drink… maybe some icecream, or some hot choco…

…what was I even thinking?

…

…

Oh man.

We were going to spend the rest of the night moping, weren't we?

Then, all of a sudden – a soft, chuckling sound next to me, which made me look at Lovino in surprise.

'Stupid ass,' he said, smiling and blushing, 'you have no idea how weird you look like when you're actively commanding your brains to actually think about something important for a change.'

'About you, you mean?' I confusedly asked. I instantly regretted that sheepish response – I mean, that sounded pretty dumb – until I noticed Lovino smile widened, and one of his hands gently touched mine.

'If you're thinking about me and… and look like you're breaking your head over something,' he muttered, 'then it must be important. So thinking about me must… must be important to you. That's my theory.'

I frowned, almost feeling ridiculed. 'It shouldn't be your theory, it should be your truth. Or… something. You are very important to me.'

'That's good,' Lovino simply said.

He didn't come closer to me, but he didn't move away either when I carefully interlaced our fingers and shuffled closer towards him. Because… h-he was encouraging me to just do something already, right? That shy smile of his, those warm fingers, softly squeezing mine…

My god.

I let out a gentle, relieved breath of air and resisted the urge to get even the tiniest bit louder than that.

I loved it so much when Lovi won over his pride all by himself.

/0o0\

When we had reached our floor, we went looking for our room.

And we must have appeared like a very fresh, young and inexperienced couple, judging on the way we awkwardly held each other's hands and exchanged sneaky, blushing glances, clumsily trying to think of a topic to talk about as we searched for our room.

'Wouldn't… wouldn't it be funny if we had room 7 again, Lovino?' I suddenly asked him, smiling happily as Lovi came closer towards me and pressed the side of his head against my shoulder for a bit.

'The same room number as the one of our wedding night, you mean?' Lovino raised his flushed face to look me in the eye. 'Y-you remember.'

'Of course.'

'Dork.' But Lovi chuckled warmly as he said it. 'I'm sorry, Antonio – but the roomnumbers work differently in this hotel, I think. We-we have… let's see… we have roomnumber 235.'

'235,' I mused. 'There it is again.'

'What?'

'235, Lovi, 235! First there were two, then three were added, and the sum of that is five.'

He looked confused – for about a minute. Then he nodded slowly. 'Ah – referring to the kids, aren't you?'

'Yes!~ It's a nice little addition-thingy, right? 2 and 3 is 5! Five is a nice number. It's very weird, since you need to make it out of even and uneven numbers, and you just can't make it out of even numbers. Also, it's one of the easiest multiplication tables, together with zero, one and two! And a very important one, too! You can't go wrong with five. Just like you can't go wrong with zero, one or two.'

Lovino stared at me for a while, having this look in his eyes I couldn't fully comprehend. He wanted to comment on something I said, probably, but he didn't know what to say.

Finally, he just rolled his eyes. 'God, Antonio, I had no idea you were such a math nerd.'

I laughed – me, a math nerd! Ha! I can't solve mathematical problems to save my life with! – but I abruptly got more serious again when I saw Lovi was making a concerned face.

'Lovi, is something wrong, sweetie?'

'Naah, not really, but… hey, do you think they… they are fine right now? I hope Feliciano and that walking potato won't let the demon children tear down the House or anything,' Lovino muttered.

'Silly Lovi. Of course they are fine, they are in good hands. And so are you.'

I pulled his hand up to my face, twisted it a bit and pressed a few light kisses to his wrist. It made Lovino gasp, just a little, and it made him turn away his face – probably to keep me from seeing that unsure smile of his.

I could comment on how cute he was, looked and acted right now – but I somehow sensed that doing that wouldn't bring more romance to the situation than if I went for the more silent option. Lovi liked it more if I didn't point out the obviously wonderful ambiance, but just let it… happen.

So I didn't say anything and kept walking like this, with Lovino, until we saw our roomnumber. Finally, finally saw our roomnumber.

Great.

/0o0\

'It's a pretty decent room,' Lovino pointed out as he sat down on the bed.

'It is!' I cheerfully agreed – and I instantly went for the curtains, closing them all as neatly and elegantly as I could. Oh yes, I could just… grab them and give them a firm tug, or I could even just let them be, since I didn't really mind enjoying myself a night filled with passion while everybody outside could see the love happening, but I knew Lovino wanted privacy, security.

And me.

J-just… me.

So you bet I closed the curtains for him. I'd close all the curtains of the whole wide world for him. I'd even break into the White House to close the curtains in there, and if they caught me doing that and asked me why the hell I was closing the President's curtains, I'd be very honest and say that I did it for my Lovi.

…

Wasn't sure that would keep me out of (an American) jail, but man, it sure would be a romantic gesture!

…

Closing the President's curtains, I mean. Not… ending up in jail. Ending up in jail's not romantic at all.

Anyway!~

After I had closed the curtains – and put on a few small lights, you know, to increase the lovely atmosphere and such in here – I took a good look around me, to see if there was anything else I needed to do to improve our surroundings.

When you're in a loving relationship with somebody for a while, you're going to pay attention to minor details like that, or so I've learned. Making sure that there was a bed (and curtains) wasn't enough anymore if you wanted the night to be special – you needed to put some effort in it. Believe me, having a nice room and doing the right preparations for a night full of lovemaking would make you and your partner very happy and at ease.

Because… well…

I was a bit nervous, to be honest. And if Lovi's fidgeting and blushing was any indication, so was he. He sat there, on the bed, not looking at me and fumbling with the bed sheets like he was about to experience his very first time.

And I couldn't even laugh about it, because I was just as anxious, for some weird reason, and even needed to clear my throat before I walked over to the bed and sat next to him.

I wanted to say something about the room, you know, how nice everything looked, but Lovino was faster.

'I just remembered that we… haven't slept together a lot, ever since we… reunited.'

'No,' I said, plucking at the bed sheets as well. 'We… sure, we had lots of sex on the first day we saw each other again, but… after the kids came into our lives, we… maybe we had sex one more time, but that's about it.'

'We tried, though.'

'Oh yes, we tried very, very hard.' I giggled. 'Maybe a bit too hard.'

'How many weeks have passed since I returned to Spain?' Lovino's finger started making circles on the sheets.

I watched the finger, gulped and grabbed his hand, slowly drawing a "2" in the white linen with his finger.

'Two… weeks, I think,' I mumbled, letting go of his hand again. 'More or less.'

'Two weeks, and we hardly had any sex,' Lovino pondered, his eyes looking at the sheets. 'Well, that's… that's a good thing.'

I gave him a weird look. 'A good thing, Lovi?'

He nodded. 'A good thing, yes. Because… I-I really love you, Antonio, I do, but there have been times I wondered if sex was the only thing we really had in common. Since we're both so fucking good at it and all.'

He tried to bring it as a joke of some sorts, but I could hear he actually meant it.

'Lovino.' I furrowed my brows and leaned closer towards him. 'I've told you many times already that sex isn't the sole thing that keeps us together.'

Lovi shrunk a bit. 'I-I know, dammit, b-but I just used to think that, sometimes.'

'You know what's really keeping us together?' I huffed, ignoring him. 'It's trust, understanding, compassion and—'

I cut off my own sentence when I suddenly and unexpectedly placed my hand over Lovino's, who immediately looked up at me when he felt my hand covering his.

'…a-and love,' I lamely finished my sentence, feeling my entire face warm up as soon as Lovino's hazel-colored eyes met mine, and clasped his hand some more.

'I know,' Lovino stammered once again, his blushing face naturally being much more intense and beautiful than anything, ever. 'B-believe me, Antonio – I know. I really do.'

I felt like I was going to gasp for breath as he carefully reached for my neck and pulled me closer. I don't know. It just was so very wonderful to actively experience that moment – the longing in his eyes, the soft touch of his hands and, not much later, the sweet taste of his cautious lips.

I closed my eyes and knew Lovi did the same as we kissed and held each other a bit better. We went slow – I know we went slow – but that was perfectly fine. We had time. We wouldn't get disturbed this time, so we could take things as slowly as we wanted to.

Then again, there was only this much patience I could have.

'Come,' I whispered hotly to Lovino, after we paused our passionate, wet kissing for a moment to regain our breaths, and I moved further up, to the center of the big bed. Lovino didn't say anything – well he couldn't, he was still busy panting – but he complied, crawling to the middle of the bed as well.

For a minute, as soon as both Lovino and I were lying together again, I didn't know what to do. Lovino had gotten a lot more dominant even since he had his little road trip through Europe, and there were plenty of times he took over control, these days. I can't say I really minded it whenever Lovi's embarrassed body pushed me down and made love to me like only Lovino could make love to me, but it wasn't always easy to read.

I mean, Lovino's dominant side was just as cute and meek in bed as his submissive side. He didn't blush any less when he was in a topping mood or when I was in a bottom mood.

He just always was… he always was… just Lovi. Just himself, trying to properly love me.

And I certainly didn't want to be the oblivious fool that missed what he wanted to do, just because I was blinded by my own lust.

Then again, asking him what he wanted could be a pretty big moodkiller ("So, who's going to put whose dick into whose ass tonight, and when, and how often?~ Wink wink nudge nudge?~"), so… I was a bit in a bind.

…

But Lovi had a preference for bottoming – he told me himself. Also, he was man enough to yell at me if he didn't want me to top him (and he once did, when I had the nerve to suggest we should flip over, three seconds before he rammed his cock inside of me).

So maybe I should just be the one to make the first move and wait what would happen.

I therefore grabbed Lovino's hips and simply pulled him on my lap, moving my face to one of his reddened ears and peppering the skin just underneath it with impatient, yet loving kisses. He didn't curse of push me away, but he did moan softly, bending his head so I could reach his neck better.

I sighed relieved as I unbuttoned his shirt and also started kissing his shoulder. O-okay, he was submissive so far – I guess the first round was on me. But what about the other rounds? There sure as hell was going to be a lot more sex tonight than just one nice fuck, and I wanted to know what to do and expect.

Call me insecure, unromantic or stupid, attempting to plan sex like this – I don't mind, I just wanted this to be one the greatest night Lovi and I had ever had.

…

Maybe I should tell him what I had in mind for tonight, and then wait to find out what he'd think of that.

'Lovi,' I murmured softly as I slid him out of his dress shirt, hugging him closely right after, 'I… I want you. It's been too long, so… this entire night, I want to hold, caress and be inside of you, as many times as possible.'

Lovino shuddered when I pressed a kiss in the crook of his neck and he enclosed his unsteady hands around my shoulders, tenderly pressing his forehead to mine.

'O-o-okay…'

'Y-you're fine with that?'

'I just said "okay", you idiot.' Lovino smiled and pulled off my shirt as well. 'That usually means I agree with something.'

'I just wanted to be sure…'

'Well, be sure already.'

He got up from my lap to undo his pants, flushing but also grinning excitedly as he saw my mesmerized face watching all of his movements. Then, the grin was gone for a sec.

'Hey, don't just… sit there! You lose the pants, too.'

'Huh?' I blinked stupidly, realized Lovi was pausing his dorky but adorable striptease show to huff at me, and I quickly – but probably not quick enough – started pulling down my pants as well.

'That's more like it.' Lovino nodded contently, rapidly licked his lips, and continued taking out his clothes. I also did just that, making sure neither one of us would be totally naked when the other would still wear some clothes, no matter what clothes that could be.

Of course Lovino and I had also spent several nights together while still wearing some clothes. In the heat of the moment, especially when you're in a hurry, you… don't always have time to get fully undressed. But when we actually were able to take things slowly, Lovino always wanted to get completely naked – and naturally, he wanted me to get completely naked, too.

He didn't like it if we did it while he was totally naked and I was… well, still somewhat dressed. He absolutely didn't like it. Maybe he'd reluctantly accept it – because being horny does strange things with a person – but he wouldn't like it. Maybe it had got something to do with his pride? Yeah, probably. He'd feel looked down upon.

Very stupid of him, of course, incredibly stupid even, since I'd never look down on him, ever, but I understood – and I was more than willing to fulfill his wishes and needs. I'd do everything to make him comfortable, happy and completely at ease, because I knew he'd do the same if he was in my shoes.

'Okay,' Lovino suddenly said, sinking down on my lap again, now very naked and breathing a little faster than what was considered normal, '…n-now what?'

I looked at him, smiled gently and carefully, as if I was scared to break something, I laid my hands on him. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in as I let my hands trace down his warm, soft body, greedily watching all of him – his flustered face, his hazed eyes, his chest, his not-perfect-but-still-so-very-perfect skin with the few scars he, too, had gained over the years.

I laughed a bit and looked up at him, at his face. 'I haven't seen you completely naked in a long time, sweetie.'

He averted his eyes and puffed his cheeks. 'Well, sorry if I gained a few pounds, dammit. We can't all be… be fucking Spanish sexgods.'

'I don't know whether you gained a few pounds or not.' I pulled his body closer to me and kissed his chest. 'I only know that you look even more beautiful than I can even remember…'

Lovino sat upright a bit more and hissed quietly as I kept kissing and nipping the skin of his chest. He wrapped his arms around my head and roughly pulled my hair.

'I-I still gained weight, dammit…'

'I don't care.' I kissed his body some more, eventually stopped teasing the sensitive area around his nipple and pecked that dark nub of flesh as well.

Lovino let out a moan and tensed up just a little bit as I kept kissing, licking and biting his nipple, while my hands kneaded his behind and enjoyed the whole sensation of such a wonderful body hovering above mine.

Then again, it shouldn't be hovering above mine. It should be right on mine. It should be completely covering mine.

Lovi's pants and low, hot moans were sensual enough to excite me, extremely excite me, and it wasn't before long I let go of one of Lovino's ass cheeks to try and find my pants again, since I had put some lube in one of its pockets right before we left the House.

But where had I put my pants again…

'W-wait,' Lovino muttered, shoving my face back and sitting down on my lap. I couldn't suppress an annoyed growl as he cheekily avoided really sitting down on my lap – if you know what I mean – and gave him a questioning look.

'Here.' Lovino swallowed, took my free hand and smacked a tube of lubricant into my palm.

I sheepishly stared at it, then looked back at Lovino again.

'Y-you're not the only one that came prepared,' he smugly said, which was quite an accomplishment while stuttering, and quickly bent over to steal a sloppy kiss from me.

I was more than happy to let it happen and enjoyed the kiss immensely. As I got kissed more desperately and hugged more tightly by Lovi, I opened the lid of the tube lubricant and poured a rich amount of the thick liquid into one of my hands. After that, I sneaked both my hands behind Lovino and gently caressed his butt until I finally slid my fingers in-between his butt cheeks and reached his entrance.

'Is… is it cold?' I muttered, as I felt Lovino – who had stopped kissing me by now – shiver when I made sure to completely moisten the surface of his hole with lube, without slipping any fingers in yet.

'O-of course not,' Lovino sharply answered, 'th-that stuff was in my pocket the entire evening, dammit… I-it's got the same temperature as my body, f-for fuck's sake…'

I smiled and pressed a kiss on his cheek. 'Then why are you shaking, my love…'

'Because you're touching me.' Lovino gulped and gave me a kiss on the cheek back, his arms still wrapped around me in an almost painfully tight grip.

'I touched you more often, though…' I said.

He slowly shook his head. 'Not… not like this.'

'What about what happened in the kitchen the other day?'

'Not the same, Antonio… it really was not the same. This is different.' He gave me an unsure look. 'You… you know what I mean… right?'

I blushed and nodded, pausing my movements to kiss him again, now a sweet peck on his lips.

'I-I know what you mean, Lovi… my sweet, sweet Lovi… god, how happy I am to finally be with you like this…'

And just like that, I ended the careful smearing part and swiftly inserted a sticky finger into him. I didn't even have the patience to put it inside of him slowly – I just pushed it all the way in, and Lovino gasped.

'I-I'm sorry,' I murmured, now moving my finger in and out of him in a somewhat slower pace. 'You okay, Lovi?'

'Why wouldn't I be,' Lovino snorted arrogantly, although his voice sounded much lower than usual. 'It's only one stupid finger. You just caught me off guard by suddenly entering me like that, dammit.'

'You're right,' I agreed, also pushing in a second finger without warning him. 'You're way too experienced to be impressed that easily. I'll need to do more in order to make you moan for more.'

'G-gah…' Lovino uttered as I lazily stretched and assaulted his entrance. 'Mmmn.'

I closed my eyes and hummed contently as Lovino's pants grew hoarser and needier by the passing second, although I could tell he was still doing his best to keep himself from getting too loud. When I thought he was ready enough for it, I also worked a third finger inside of him.

'Oh g-g-god,' Lovino softly whined, heavily leaning his head on my shoulder as I kept pushing my fingers back and forth, poking, stretching, teasing and rubbing him from inside. Since I was afraid I could be hurting him, in some way, I encouraged him to rock his hips in the same steady rhythm as my own movements, silently stroking his thighs.

'Does it feel good?' I asked.

'It does,' he panted, making me tremble as his hot breath hit my already sweaty skin. 'God, it does.'

'Alright then…' I slowed down my probing and eventually slid my fingers out of him. That action alone was sufficient enough to earn me a strangled moan, and oh, how wonderful it sounded.

'Okay…' Lovino swallowed and then pushed me back. I complied and leaned back, until I was lying on my back.

'Uhm… you… you want me to be like this?'

'Well yeah.' Lovino gazed at me, lustfully and longingly, but then temporarily snapped out of it and frowned.

'Come on, at least put a pillow behind your head or something, dammit… you'll get cramps in your neck if you're going to watch me like that.'

'I-I'm going to watch you?' I repeated him, obediently putting a pillow behind my head.

'You are,' he almost whispered, before grabbing my needy erection and guiding it to his ass, without looking away from me.

I heaved a deep sigh as Lovino put me inside of him and carefully let me sink into him, deeper and deeper, until he was sitting down on my lap again – only now he was panting and gasping and clenching his hands into fists, as he tried to get used to the feeling of me, filling him.

I wanted to ask him once more if he was alright, but that seemed such a stupid question to ask, such a ridiculous question – of course he wasn't alright, that's why he was trying very hard to adjust to me. He hadn't rode me in a long time, so of course this bold position had to be a bit rough for him.

But, oh.

How nice he felt, how nice and wonderful and tight he felt.

Then again, I didn't want to be the only one who was enjoying this. I wanted Lovino to relax and enjoy me as well, so that meant I had to do something that could earn me a pound to the face if I did it wrong.

It still was worth trying, though.

While Lovino was still doing his best to keep his cool composure, I grasped his butt with both my hands, gently moving it around on my dick – pulling it up a bit, pushing it down again, squeezing his warm flesh and asking if it felt better like this.

Lovino's mouth was opened a bit, but he didn't verbally answer me. He just blushed and frowned and nodded at me, moaning a little every time I went inside him again.

'Okay…' I smiled comforting at him. '…will you lean forward a bit? Just place your hands next to the sides of my chest, on the mattress… yes, like that.'

'W-why,' Lovino asked, now awkwardly hanging above me while his ass was still connected to my cock. 'T-this is fucking weird, d-dammit…'

'I… want to make you feel good real soon, my love,' I explained as I lovingly ran my hands up and down his back, before I grabbed his butt again. 'but you'll have to let me have my way with you, if… if that's fine with you…'

Lovi graced me with a very little, perverted smile. 'If you're going to – ah – make me feel good… t-then of course I'm okay with that, you hot bastard.'

I could have said something like 'thank you' or I could have sent him a thankful little smile back, but instead, I just all of a sudden rammed myself into him.

Lovino let out a shrill cry of surprise and almost immediately fell down on me, his arms no longer able to support him as I harshly penetrated him like this, over and over again without slowing down my thrusts. I have to admit was a bit shocked at first – god, d-d-did I actually really hurt him? – but then his groans and helpless pants found their way to my ear.

'Wh-wha-! Ga-! O-oh my g-! Haaa…'

I blinked my eyes and rubbed his butt some more.

'Lovi… don't tell me… have I found your good spot already?'

'Mnn-hn…' Lovino nodded – and then bit down hard on my shoulder when I sped up my pounding. It hurt, it really did hurt, but I guess Lovi tried to do all kinds of things to keep himself from crying out loud.

So I let him be and I let him bite and lick and kiss my shoulder as much as he wanted, muttering to him how nice and great and heavenly he felt as I never slowed down, never, not even the slightest bit, not even when he finally found the strength to raise his sweaty, sticky torso from mine a little bit.

I did get some sort of lump into my throat when Lovi nuzzled my face and breathed out in short, moaning whines how fucking good I was.

'H-hm-hm,' I could only weakly respond to that.

'I-I'm…' Lovino gasped as one of his hands sneaked in-between our stomachs and started making jerking movements, '…ahhhh… I'm going to… I… oh god…'

'So am I,' I hoarsely said and pursed my lips together as I felt a very familiar, wonderful feeling welling up inside of me. I cursed, right before I abruptly wrapped an arm around Lovi's shaking body, pulled him against me as closely as I could, and I grunted delightedly as I reached my climax.

As for Lovino, he probably had come a little bit earlier than me, since he only mumbled a soft 'mhmn' as I filled him, his eyes closed and his lips shaped in a relieved smile as he rubbed his warm face against my chest.

Well, that…

That… that was a very good… yes… very good indeed.

/0o0\

'Ah… ahhhn… haaa- oh god, yes… yes, oh-ah…'

Lovino made a lot more noises when I was fucking him from behind while he held on tightly to a pillow – sometimes muffling his hard, begging pleas for more with it, sometimes using it to rest his head on, whenever he grew too tired or breathless to control his moans.

'You-you really are… ah, ah… you really are way too good at this, you – gah – you… know that?'

Lovino shot me a lewd, horny glance over his shoulder, his face beet-red but his expression excited and seductive. I can't even begin to describe how I felt when he lustfully traced his tongue over his finger – just a finger, just a stupid, workless finger of a stupid, workless hand that wasn't even pulling on his dick (because one of my hands was), and yet it still made my blood boil in the best kind of way.

'You shameless little tease,' I growled, snapping my hips forward without holding back, making Lovino utter a strangled cry, 'you're driving me crazy with your perverted show…'

'Ah-haaa… and… and here I was, thinking you'd like that…' Lovino almost purred, burying his head into the pillow again as I buried my throbbing erection into him, loving the disgusting sounds of flesh slapping on flesh as I did so.

This was already the third round we did it, I faintly thought as Lovino's encouraging mewls grew harder and louder again. I once fucked him while he sat on me, I fucked him against a wall shortly after – because he kept musing out loud if I still was able to do him against a wall, "because you didn't do me back home, not even you were able to, maybe you're getting too old for that and oh my god, yes, hmmmn, more, god, harder," – and this was the third time I was nailing him hard.

And he had been really asking for it, too, since he kept swaying that lovely butt of his around in the air as he hugged a pillow and mentioned how nice and soft it felt. Lovino usually doesn't really like it, doing it… doggy-style or whatever it was called, but he let me hear the most delicious sounds when I decided to enter his already very abused hole anyway.

Seeing Lovino all willing and teasing and turned on, hearing him sigh for more and feeling him touching me, covering me, engulfing me so many times without him showing any signs of complete exhaustion, made me realize that this night could be a very long, very good and very satisfying one, and my god, I think I was going to come again, I…

I…a-ah…

…

I think I just did.

/0o0\

And then I suddenly started to feel like crying again.

During round five or six, when I was lying in-between Lovino's legs and slowly made love to him – I-I think I always automatically called it making love when we were in this position, it just was too intimate to call it fucking or having sex – I was feeling like I could break down in tears any second.

Not because I was sad – oh no, I wasn't sad at all, I just felt like my heart would explode in a thousand little pieces if Lovi kept smiling so darn sweetly, so darn admiringly at me.

The way Lovino looked at me during sex – or making love, for all that mattered – had changed a lot, ever since the first time. The first time we did it, I can remember he tried to hide his face from me, even though he eventually held on to me anyway and graced me with one of his rare smiles. That made me cry – but thankfully, he didn't know it made me cry, since I managed to control my tears until he had fallen asleep. It was the moment I realized I could have sex with somebody I truly loved, and that I was a pathetic fool for having sex that many times before and never, ever experiencing the particular feeling I felt when I did it with Lovi.

Lovino's facial expressions kept getting more beautiful and open as time passed by. While he once did his very best to kill each and every smile he longed to show me, he now gladly shared them with me. He smiled and laughed and enlightened my whole being by doing just that. He still tried to keep himself from making too much noise during sex, but only when we were at a place with other people (like other hotel residents or, say, our kids). As for all the other things… he no longer had any problems in showing those to me.

His smiles, his many different faces, his lust for me, his need for a special certain something, whatever that was, and he… he touched me more often and more lovingly than he had ever done. Without holding back. Without allowing his pride to pull up some walls. Without refraining himself from showering me with kind words and even petnames. Tonight showed he really, really didn't have any problems with any of that anymore, and as Lovino ran a hand over my face and whispered how much he loved me, I really couldn't control it anymore.

'Antonio,' Lovino softly asked, laughing breathlessly as he took my face into both of his hands, '…my god, you're crying, aren't you?'

'N-no I'm not!' I blubbered, trying to look away from him – and failing.

He chuckled. 'You totally are, you damn liar. St-stop for a sec. Stop and come here, you… you big baby.'

I wanted to ignore him and keep on moving in and out of him, but that was kind of difficult when he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against him, kissing my face and hugging me tightly. So I stopped, panting a bit as I let myself being hold and kissed by Lovi. I succeeded in putting my arms around him as well and let out a trembling sigh.

'Now,' he started, stroking my hair and folding his legs around me, 'what's the matter, hm? You're not crying because you're feeling sad about something, are you?'

'No,' I admitted.

I could feel he was relieved to hear that. 'Why are you crying, then?'

'I-I don't really know.'

'I bet you're crying because you suddenly realize how fucking lucky you are to have such a sexy beast like me in your arms.'

I had to laugh. 'W-well, that's probably indeed the case, yes…'

'Yeah? Good, you should be. You should try and picture the faces of all the other men that could have been mine. God, you're such a lucky bastard.'

I held on to him even more. 'I-I know.'

Lovino laughed a bit, but then he got quiet.

'You…' he swallowed and gently caressed my back, '…you do realize I'm just being an arrogant ass, right? Because… m-maybe I'm lucky to have you, instead of the other way around.'

'Oh Lovino, don't act like an insecure little prude – that just doesn't fit you. You know very well how lucky I am to have you.' I finally looked up from his torso and smiled tenderly at him. 'You know how unstable I can be, and yet I still manage to have a healthy relationship with you. Do you realize how rare it is to have one of those?'

'Maybe.' Lovino smiled and shyly allowed me to give him a deep, but slow kiss.

'I…I really do love you so very much…' I muttered, after ending the kiss with a soft pop, running a hand over his legs. 'Please promise me you'll never leave me.'

'I…ah…' Lovino closed his eyes and bit his lower lip in pleasure as I started moving again, '…I-I already promised you that, Antonio… I… I pretty much promised everything you wanted me to promise you when… hmmn… when we got married…'

I nodded and wanted to kiss him again.

'But,' Lovino then all of a sudden said, softly putting a hand on my lips, '…if it makes you feel better… I'll promise you again I'll never leave you.'

'W-wrhreally,' I blabbered against his fingers, my eyes watering up again.

'Of course.' Lovino pulled my head closer and closer with his free hand, until our faces almost touched. 'I'll never ever leave you, my darling Antonio. Never. Because I love you.'

'Bwuhk,' I murmured – and I felt tears streaming down my face uncontrollably now. So I threw my arms around Lovino's neck, sobbing loudly.

'Y-you wuss,' I heard Lovino mutter in a weird voice, right before he started hugging me again. 'Y-you huge, big wuss, dammit… n-now you're making me cry, y-you sentimental… ugh…I-I love you, d-dammit…'

We didn't finish that last round.