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Lovino could feel his anger coming out in waves such that he did not notice what was going on in the lounger until it was too late.
“Antonio, you better tell me what the--”
Two sets of eyes looked at him, one in relative boredom and the other in surprised, half-lidded pleasure. The nonsense murmurs should have been a tip-off. Lovino tried to convince himself that he was seeing things, that Antonio was not on top of Heracles, hands gripping tight the chair’s arms, feet on the ground, tanned and very naked body, adorned only by a necklace, positioned in an awkward angle with cock being held captive by what looked to be a very skilled Greek hand.
“Are you sitting on him?” Lovino said with a near squeak as he pointed at them with his shaking finger. The question was somewhat irrelevant given the situation, but it was all he could get out of his mouth without saying anything to incriminate himself.
“We’re having sex,” Heracles answered in Antonio’s stead because Antonio was clearly not in the right mind to answer any questions. Heracles had stopped his ministrations, but the shameless bastard on him was obviously missing the feel of those hands working on him. He was practically squirming in his seat.
“I can see that!” Lovino answered with an angry scream. At that point, he didn’t care what the passers-by had to say about it. The point was that they already made themselves lose face. There was no sense in salvaging what was so shamelessly lost by a bunch of perverts.
Heracles let out a shrug, repositioning Antonio who let out a long and deep, almost whining sound. Lovino tried to ignore it, but he couldn’t deny that this was somehow turning him on. He dug his nails into his palms to aid himself in staying in control of the situation.
“Out in the open?” he said, motioning with his hands to the surrounding area. The property did not have a very high wall and they were facing the sea. They could have been easily spotted by the ferries passing through. Those things had binoculars. Also, both locals and tourists could have been passing by. Strangers were all over the place. Hell, even the stray cats were witness to it.
“It’s Greek,” Heracles simply said and as if on cue, a cat circled around Lovino’s leg, causing him to jump in surprise and lose balance. The moment Lovino found them this way, he knew there would be some unfortunate turn of events to follow but nothing as unfortunate as the position he found himself in. It was with great apprehension and more than enough embarrassment that he found himself landing with one hand gripping Heracles’ sturdy shoulder, the other gripping Antonio’s hand which was still on the chair’s arm, and his face positioned right in front of that flushed and unusually sexy face of his travel companion.
Antonio instantly buried his face in Heracles’ shoulder, letting out an unmistakable sound of unease. It didn’t matter if the situation was awkward. Lovino was severely insulted that Antonio dared to turn away from him. That was, until he noticed that his traitorous knee landed right next to some Spanish assets. Said Spanish assets were still in Greek control and his unintentional, Italian invasion into the territory had stimulated already captive Spanish assets. Really, he shouldn’t have been making the situation worse than it already was but the cat, that damnable cat was an instigator.
Heracles whispered something into Antonio’s ear before using his free hand to grab him by the chin and move his head so that he was face to face with Lovino once again.
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“You could start by kissing him,” Heracles suggested.
Lovino’s brain stopped working the moment he was instructed. His lips met Antonio’s with no further coaxing because as much as he denied it, he wanted in on the action. This was his vacation too and he could be just as daring if he wanted to be.
That bored but somehow very dominant Greek voice giving out seemingly expert directives was driving him mad. His lips were insistent and demanding when they met Antonio’s, causing his very surprised, self-proclaimed boss to widen his eyes as his rough tongue invaded the insides of his mouth. Couple the kiss with Heracles’ hand resuming its earlier task and Antonio’s eyes retreated to the back of his head. The chair’s arm was just about broken from his grip.
Lovino shifted into a more comfortable position or about as comfortable as the now even tinier beach chair being occupied by three would allow. He was not yet bold enough to do anything other than what he’d been told, so he was still busy working to take all the air out of Antonio’s lungs. When Antonio pushed him away, he finally realized that they were both out of breath and that Heracles had more ingenious ideas he was going to bring to fruition.
Lovino watched, mesmerized, as Heracles stuck a finger in Antonio’s mouth and as Antonio diligently sucked on that digit. Normally, he dismissed such things but this action looked very sensual and mesmerizing in an inexplicable way. He would damn Antonio later for indulging their host, but he couldn’t at the moment because his corrupt brain came up with better ways to make use of that mouth. That sinful mouth was currently making a tight-fitting O shape around Heracles’ intruding index finger.
Surely his mouth fell open with fascination, but the images wouldn’t be processed long enough because Heracles used that same hand that was once in Antonio’s mouth to pull him toward him for a kiss. The damn Greek gave him about a few seconds of tongue action before he let his true intentions be known. That wet finger sneakily found its way to his hair curl. Considering that it was damp, his hair immediately clung to it. Lovino punched Antonio’s chest in response because that was about the closest thing he could get a hold of. Unlike the dim-wit, Heracles knew exactly what touching that forbidden part of him would do.
The sound Lovino let out of his mouth was too embarrassing to acknowledge. Even Antonio was mildly surprised as he let him continually pound on his chest. Heracles not only twirled the strand of hair around his finger again and again, he intermittently gave it a slight tug too. Lovino was repeatedly on the verge of warning Heracles not to pluck that hair out and throttling Antonio for all the times he’d stupidly and distractedly played with it without knowing its effect on him.
Just when he thought no one other than Antonio could handle his hair that way, he found another surprisingly skilled individual. Even better was the fact that said individual knew exactly what he was doing. When Heracles wasn’t busy twirling it around his finger, he was letting it glide between his thumb and index finger again and again before playfully tapping the tip of that strand. Lovino was practically crying at that point.
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Tentative touching soon turned into bold indulgence when he began licking and nipping at the now erect buds. Multi-tasking was apparently not just a Greek thing because Antonio’s hand began to quickly unzip his pants while continuing to explore his chest. Not long after, his most vulnerable spots were being manipulated by the two in a way he didn’t think possible. Heracles was paying attention to his hair while Antonio was stroking him, fingering him and licking him all at once. It was overwhelming and he was loving all the attention.
Lovino, even when lost in gratification, spared a glance at his companions. Antonio had buried his face against his shoulder because whilst playing with his hair, Heracles was working on Antonio’s length. Antonio, in response, was grinding, albeit ineffectively given their position, against the man behind him. He was surprised that the rickety chair hadn’t yet fallen apart from not only their weight but also their unsteady, uncoordinated and thus far unrelenting actions. As if the multiple sensations weren’t already driving Lovino crazy, the realization of what they were doing and where they were doing it was adding stimulus to his psyche. Rather expectedly, since he was getting all the attention and not giving any, Lovino was the first to come with an ungodly bellow released from the pit of his stomach. Intense couldn’t have justifiably described his release because afterwards, all he could think of doing was collapsing where he was. He instead slipped out of the lounger and sat on the ground trying to catch his breath.
He almost forgot that he wasn’t the only one involved in their outdoor activities when Heracles and Antonio suddenly moved from the sun lounger to the hard pavement. Not long after, Antonio was on all fours, taking it from Heracles in a most animalistic way. Lovino cursed in response. The only word he could think to describe the scene was unbelievable. Add to that the fact that Antonio was so damn loud that the neighbors were probably running up to the property to check what was going on. Even the cats probably didn’t get that loud.
“Shut up, damn it,” he murmured although now that he thought about it, he didn’t have the right to say it. He had been just as uninhibited. Still, he couldn’t help but feel self-conscious as he continued watching.
Heracles looked especially striking as his bronzed, sweat-slicked skin shone against the hot sun above. What was surprising was that through it all, he looked very calm, like the wind could pass through him unperturbed. In contrast, Antonio was an riotous mess, fruitlessly scratching his fingernails against the pavement below him until his fingers bled. His necklace swung back and forth furiously with their movements. It was then that Lovino decided that Heracles was just that good.
When simply watching lost its favor with him, Lovino made sure their host was properly compensated for such a scandalous but satisfying effort. He rightfully worshipped Heracles with his awkward but eager mouth and hands, licking, nipping and touching here and there to try to get a more emotive response from him. Unfortunately, Heracles just was not the type to overreact. He seemed more apt to take control of the situation as he instead gave him another demonstration of his oral skills, invading the inside of his mouth like he knew which spots to hit with his tongue.
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Heracles followed soon thereafter in a more subdued but no less sexy manner as he seemed to bury himself deep into Antonio. This was, of course, followed by the mewling of a cat who had taken space beside them, reminding Lovino again just where they were. Just as expectedly, a paranoid looking Arthur stumbled from behind a now less leafy plant with an empty beer bottle in one hand and all the clothes that should have been on his person in the other. At least somebody was less likely to remember this when they got back to their senses.
“What was that all about?” Romano still cared to ask their host after Antonio had collapsed against him in a sweaty, satiated heap of a mess.
“Welcome to Greece,” Heracles responded simply. All Lovino and his still exhausted travel companion could do was stare at him in amazement. That sure was one hell of a Greek welcome. Perhaps Arthur showed up just in time to collect his.
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this was so hot.
fantastic.
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That was hot.
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