An small orange candy, tinier than a coin and glossy from the sun skittered across the kitchen table to join a pool of its colourful brothers. Tens, hundreds of them shaking slightly upon the wood tabletop in syncopation to each thrust. Feliciano’s hands scrambled on the edge of the table and over the surface, trying to find a stable purchase as Lovino pushed into him again.
Feliciano was bent over at the waist, cheek pressed against the warm wood and lips mouthing silent cries of pleasure. Legs spread so that Lovino could sidle up behind him and press needy hips firmly against his arse.
A tropical lime skittle fell over the edge of the table with a delicate sound as Lovino grunted and thrust forward once more, face flushed a delicious rouge. Feliciano’s eyes were clenched shut as he panted heavily, hot breath fogging the tabletop momentarily and sweat-slicked skin pressing against each other.
He was close. So close. Just as Feliciano’s breaths were coming in quicker and he let out a high keening sound, trailing off into a moan, Lovino leaned down; a hot, sticky heat against his back; and whispered ferially into his ear.
“Strawberry is fucking better than orange.”
And with that, Feliciano came; hips jerking frantically and letting out a strangled, “yes, yes!”
Lovino, caught by the sudden tightness followed quickly, digging his fingers into his brother’s hips and unloading his seed within him. Pulling out, weary and sated in a gloriously triumphant way one can only achieve by besting ones’ sibling, Lovino slumped back against the counter.
Feliciano lay on the table a moment longer, ass in the air and thighs trembling, before turning and popping something into Lovino’s mouth.
S.Italy/N.Italy "TASTE THE RAINBOW"
You know you want to.
An small orange candy, tinier than a coin and glossy from the sun skittered across the kitchen table to join a pool of its colourful brothers. Tens, hundreds of them shaking slightly upon the wood tabletop in syncopation to each thrust. Feliciano’s hands scrambled on the edge of the table and over the surface, trying to find a stable purchase as Lovino pushed into him again.
Feliciano was bent over at the waist, cheek pressed against the warm wood and lips mouthing silent cries of pleasure. Legs spread so that Lovino could sidle up behind him and press needy hips firmly against his arse.
A tropical lime skittle fell over the edge of the table with a delicate sound as Lovino grunted and thrust forward once more, face flushed a delicious rouge. Feliciano’s eyes were clenched shut as he panted heavily, hot breath fogging the tabletop momentarily and sweat-slicked skin pressing against each other.
He was close. So close. Just as Feliciano’s breaths were coming in quicker and he let out a high keening sound, trailing off into a moan, Lovino leaned down; a hot, sticky heat against his back; and whispered ferially into his ear.
“Strawberry is fucking better than orange.”
And with that, Feliciano came; hips jerking frantically and letting out a strangled, “yes, yes!”
Lovino, caught by the sudden tightness followed quickly, digging his fingers into his brother’s hips and unloading his seed within him. Pulling out, weary and sated in a gloriously triumphant way one can only achieve by besting ones’ sibling, Lovino slumped back against the counter.
Feliciano lay on the table a moment longer, ass in the air and thighs trembling, before turning and popping something into Lovino’s mouth.
“But what do you think about sour blueberry~ ve?”
Quick fill OTL hope it's not completely failed.
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And the grape ones are the best IMO~:D
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I ... like strawberry best like all of 'em! C:
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hot AND cute at the same time XDDD
this italian anon cries 'cause they don't sell skittles here anymore...
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