Its Antonio turn to look curious as the older of the two halves of Italy flushing a deeper shade of red as he continued cupping his ear before the Spaniard decides to take a step forward to rid themselves of the sudden distance he greeted with even more of Lovi’s blush (which really isn’t doing to go for the rest of his body) and as the male tries pushing further back into the desk. He doesn’t care for the gesture and in one move quickly and throws that silly thing known distance away as he reaches up to grasp the wrist of the hand that’s cupping his own ear and bringing it down away.
Finding himself smiling as he brings the Lovi’s hand close and takes the index finger into his mouth, tonguing at the pad of his finger and watching how (if at all possible) that flush of color on his skin turned a deeper shade of red and he’s suddenly using his other hand to balance himself along the desk as his breathing seemed to be coming out slightly more different than normal. “Un… stop it, you-you’re as bad as that French bastard.” Lovi mutters, trying to put and edge to his voice but failing quite miserably which causes Antonio to laugh around the digit he has in his mouth though the laughter quits as Lovi jerks his hand back to his side and drawing it in close.
“I’m not kidding… I’m not in-in-interested in stupid shit like that. So, get the hell out or something you bastard.” Lovi mutters, again trying to full some type of front but Antonio can’t see just why. Instead he watches as Lovino seems to mutter something and is turning to leave the office or something but Antonio quickly puts a halt to that by reaching his hand out and pressing it into one side of the desk to block the exit as well as pressing his second hand behind Lovino, this getting him a glare of sorts from the other but he ignores it as well as how the Italian is opening his mouth to speak. “I don’t you I’m no-“
Thankfully he’s cut off by lips crashing into his own, whining and mumbling into the kiss to try and get Antonio’s lips off him but nothing seems to do a damn thing when his own lips are being kissed and nipped at in such a manner. “I’m tried.” Antonio begins, causing Lovino to twitch and almost yell before the other continues. “I’m tried of you acting like this; I thought you said you loved me.”
Lovino squirms, trapped between Antonio’s arms as he tries to find himself a way out of this situation. “I-I do!” He almost shouts, flushing and squirming against the other once again… “I just… don’t want-“
For the second time in less than three minutes Lovino finds himself cutting his own words off as a moan tears through his throat, snapping his eyes shut and causing a sensation to race from the top of his head to his toes and back up leaving his stomach twisting and his pants becoming a little more uncomfortable. Somehow managing to get his eyes back open through all the little shakes of sudden pleasure and is greeted with the sight of Antonio smiling happily at his index finger and thumb continuing rubbing and tugging faintly at the curl of a hair atop his head-really just the sight of his fingers moving causes Lovino to almost collapse from the sudden weakness in his knees as the torment continues.
“B-b-bastard, how many times do I g-got to t-tell you to go away…”
Its Antonio turn to look curious as the older of the two halves of Italy flushing a deeper shade of red as he continued cupping his ear before the Spaniard decides to take a step forward to rid themselves of the sudden distance he greeted with even more of Lovi’s blush (which really isn’t doing to go for the rest of his body) and as the male tries pushing further back into the desk. He doesn’t care for the gesture and in one move quickly and throws that silly thing known distance away as he reaches up to grasp the wrist of the hand that’s cupping his own ear and bringing it down away.
Finding himself smiling as he brings the Lovi’s hand close and takes the index finger into his mouth, tonguing at the pad of his finger and watching how (if at all possible) that flush of color on his skin turned a deeper shade of red and he’s suddenly using his other hand to balance himself along the desk as his breathing seemed to be coming out slightly more different than normal. “Un… stop it, you-you’re as bad as that French bastard.” Lovi mutters, trying to put and edge to his voice but failing quite miserably which causes Antonio to laugh around the digit he has in his mouth though the laughter quits as Lovi jerks his hand back to his side and drawing it in close.
“I’m not kidding… I’m not in-in-interested in stupid shit like that. So, get the hell out or something you bastard.” Lovi mutters, again trying to full some type of front but Antonio can’t see just why. Instead he watches as Lovino seems to mutter something and is turning to leave the office or something but Antonio quickly puts a halt to that by reaching his hand out and pressing it into one side of the desk to block the exit as well as pressing his second hand behind Lovino, this getting him a glare of sorts from the other but he ignores it as well as how the Italian is opening his mouth to speak. “I don’t you I’m no-“
Thankfully he’s cut off by lips crashing into his own, whining and mumbling into the kiss to try and get Antonio’s lips off him but nothing seems to do a damn thing when his own lips are being kissed and nipped at in such a manner. “I’m tried.” Antonio begins, causing Lovino to twitch and almost yell before the other continues. “I’m tried of you acting like this; I thought you said you loved me.”
Lovino squirms, trapped between Antonio’s arms as he tries to find himself a way out of this situation. “I-I do!” He almost shouts, flushing and squirming against the other once again… “I just… don’t want-“
For the second time in less than three minutes Lovino finds himself cutting his own words off as a moan tears through his throat, snapping his eyes shut and causing a sensation to race from the top of his head to his toes and back up leaving his stomach twisting and his pants becoming a little more uncomfortable. Somehow managing to get his eyes back open through all the little shakes of sudden pleasure and is greeted with the sight of Antonio smiling happily at his index finger and thumb continuing rubbing and tugging faintly at the curl of a hair atop his head-really just the sight of his fingers moving causes Lovino to almost collapse from the sudden weakness in his knees as the torment continues.
“B-b-bastard, how many times do I g-got to t-tell you to go away…”
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