Antonio sighs but doesn’t stop, taking the moment to press their bodies closer together and listening as Lovino continues cursing and squirming as he finally retracts his hand away from the other’s hair and focusing instead of working Lovi’s shirt undone, hearing the other inhale a sharp breath of air as he busily tries to focus on his current work wondering briefly if he’s going to try and talk again but he decides quickly not to give the him the chance to talk as he finally gets enough of Lovino’s shirt undone to kiss at skin and latch his lips onto a small pink nub of flesh.
The action gets a cry out of the smaller of them-something he’s been waiting to hear-but Lovino continues pushing his hands awkwardly against his shoulders in some odd act of trying to push him away one minute and then trying to bring him closer as he does something the other’s body seems to like. Unable to help chuckling as he leans away slightly, lazily kissing and nipping at small expanses of skin grinning faintly as he continued. “You still want me to leave?” Antonio asks with a sing-song manner to his voice that causes Lovino to hiss but he makes no movements beyond the pressure he’s putting on his shoulders and the way his chest is heaving for air.
“Cou-course I do you stupid tomato bastard!”
Somewhere in the back of his mind Antonio is sighing though he wonders if he should be that surprised this is Lovino after all… he’d protect something till his last breath.
“Guess I’ll just have to keep on until you change your mind.”
Lovino barely got the chance to wonder what ‘keep on’ meant let alone question the tomato-for-brains idiot because he finds himself lost in the sensation of the other’s fingers trailing down the length of his chest and stomach all the way to his pants where those fingers make quick work of the clasp as well as the zipper and even quicker to dip into his pants where fingers start stroking at his already-hard length through the fabric of his boxers and before he can think he’s almost doubled-back over onto his desk, moaning and withering under Antonio as the Spaniard continues to break him apart piece by single piece.
Biting down against his lip, Lovino tries to hold back some of the sounds as his hips jerk and buck against the other’s offending hands… trying to get a little, a little faster because this slow pace Antonio has been taking is on the verge of driving him crazy. Panting as he manages to somehow pull off a glare, hips still pushing and grinding for a little more as he finds his voice somewhere and breathes, “D-do something bastard, faster… something...” He tries to get out with some seriousness to his voice but the whine and want is clear and present.
The Italian is greeted with a small laugh as the other’s hand stops all together causing Lovino to flush red as his finds his hips continuing to sift trying to get that feeling back. “I guess I’ll ask again. Lovi… do you really want me to leave, because if you want me to stay now-well you’re really going to have to say some nice things to get what you want.”
As he finishes Antonio sure he notices the look of sheer disbelief before he turns away with a bite to his lip, almost sighing in the back of his head because he’s sure Lovino won’t do anything of the sort… it’s really wishful thinking that Lovi would say something like-
“Fuck me…” Antonio blinks at the words and glances down to where the other has his head still turned away, swallowing somewhat and wondering if he really heard what he had just heard-though Lovino seems to notice the staring and turns on him with a glare before softening up, chewing on his bottom lip before Antonio finds himself being tugged closer and Lovi’s face burying against his shoulder as he starts muttering again. “Just fuck me… always just driving me crazy until I can’t take it-but please I want it to happen… that craziness, I want you now.”
The action gets a cry out of the smaller of them-something he’s been waiting to hear-but Lovino continues pushing his hands awkwardly against his shoulders in some odd act of trying to push him away one minute and then trying to bring him closer as he does something the other’s body seems to like. Unable to help chuckling as he leans away slightly, lazily kissing and nipping at small expanses of skin grinning faintly as he continued. “You still want me to leave?” Antonio asks with a sing-song manner to his voice that causes Lovino to hiss but he makes no movements beyond the pressure he’s putting on his shoulders and the way his chest is heaving for air.
“Cou-course I do you stupid tomato bastard!”
Somewhere in the back of his mind Antonio is sighing though he wonders if he should be that surprised this is Lovino after all… he’d protect something till his last breath.
“Guess I’ll just have to keep on until you change your mind.”
Lovino barely got the chance to wonder what ‘keep on’ meant let alone question the tomato-for-brains idiot because he finds himself lost in the sensation of the other’s fingers trailing down the length of his chest and stomach all the way to his pants where those fingers make quick work of the clasp as well as the zipper and even quicker to dip into his pants where fingers start stroking at his already-hard length through the fabric of his boxers and before he can think he’s almost doubled-back over onto his desk, moaning and withering under Antonio as the Spaniard continues to break him apart piece by single piece.
Biting down against his lip, Lovino tries to hold back some of the sounds as his hips jerk and buck against the other’s offending hands… trying to get a little, a little faster because this slow pace Antonio has been taking is on the verge of driving him crazy. Panting as he manages to somehow pull off a glare, hips still pushing and grinding for a little more as he finds his voice somewhere and breathes, “D-do something bastard, faster… something...” He tries to get out with some seriousness to his voice but the whine and want is clear and present.
The Italian is greeted with a small laugh as the other’s hand stops all together causing Lovino to flush red as his finds his hips continuing to sift trying to get that feeling back. “I guess I’ll ask again. Lovi… do you really want me to leave, because if you want me to stay now-well you’re really going to have to say some nice things to get what you want.”
As he finishes Antonio sure he notices the look of sheer disbelief before he turns away with a bite to his lip, almost sighing in the back of his head because he’s sure Lovino won’t do anything of the sort… it’s really wishful thinking that Lovi would say something like-
“Fuck me…” Antonio blinks at the words and glances down to where the other has his head still turned away, swallowing somewhat and wondering if he really heard what he had just heard-though Lovino seems to notice the staring and turns on him with a glare before softening up, chewing on his bottom lip before Antonio finds himself being tugged closer and Lovi’s face burying against his shoulder as he starts muttering again. “Just fuck me… always just driving me crazy until I can’t take it-but please I want it to happen… that craziness, I want you now.”
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