El Baile Flamenco, 2/3
anonymous
January 25 2009, 22:49:37 UTC
Antonio only smiled and moved his face closer. "You're so cute, Lovino! Is that all?" Not waiting for an answer, he closed the remaining distance between them and kissed Lovino on the lips, waiting for Lovino to respond before parting his lips, inviting the other's tongue, at the same time running his hand through Lovino's hair and catching the stray curl in his fingers.
Startled and more than a little frustrated, Lovino responded with his usual ferocity, wasting no time taking control, rising from his chair and pressing the infuriating man backwards until he hit the table behind him. "Bastard," Lovino hissed. "Is this the only reason you invited me over? For this?" -he pressed his erection against the Spaniard's thigh angrily.
"O-Of course not!" Antonio panted, eyes wide. "It was a lesson in Spanish culture and of course I wanted to see you, Lovi-!" He was cut off by Lovino's scowl.
"You know damn well I already know all about your culture; I lived with you for how long..." his voice trailed off. Dropping the subject, Lovino let his hands roam over the sides of Antonio's form-fitting dress. "How the hell do you get this off?" he frowned.
Spain chuckled, his own hands moving to remove Lovino's uniform jacket. "It's hard, just leave it on." His smile transformed into a gasp as he was roughly lifted onto the table behind him. Lovino pushed him onto his back and again kissed him fiercely, leaving little bites all over his throat and chin.
"A-ah, Lovi... venga..." Antonio moaned as Lovino hitched up his scarlet dress, bunching it at the Spaniard's waist- and, oh dio, Antonio wasn't wearing anything under there... Lovino felt his face growing, if it was possible, even hotter as he took in the sight...
The Italian didn't have much time to be flustered, however, as Antonio sat up and wrapped his legs around Lovino's waist, pressing the two nations even closer together. They both groaned as their erections were suddenly forced together, Lovino grinding his hips as he continued peppering Antonio's flushed face with kisses. Antonio's hands busied themselves, removing Lovino's belt and undoing his pants hastily, stopping short as Lovino's hand moved to grasp his his cock and stroked it roughly.
"Bastard..." Lovino growled, "You make me so mad..." The intensity of his strokes increased in proportion to the ferocity of his words, and he pushed the Spaniard back onto the table, pulling away from the prone, panting man to head for the cupboard where he knew his friend kept his lube.
But as Lovino turned back towards the table, he was met with an infuriating sight: that Spanish bastard was smiling, craning his head to see Lovino.
Startled and more than a little frustrated, Lovino responded with his usual ferocity, wasting no time taking control, rising from his chair and pressing the infuriating man backwards until he hit the table behind him. "Bastard," Lovino hissed. "Is this the only reason you invited me over? For this?" -he pressed his erection against the Spaniard's thigh angrily.
"O-Of course not!" Antonio panted, eyes wide. "It was a lesson in Spanish culture and of course I wanted to see you, Lovi-!" He was cut off by Lovino's scowl.
"You know damn well I already know all about your culture; I lived with you for how long..." his voice trailed off. Dropping the subject, Lovino let his hands roam over the sides of Antonio's form-fitting dress. "How the hell do you get this off?" he frowned.
Spain chuckled, his own hands moving to remove Lovino's uniform jacket. "It's hard, just leave it on." His smile transformed into a gasp as he was roughly lifted onto the table behind him. Lovino pushed him onto his back and again kissed him fiercely, leaving little bites all over his throat and chin.
"A-ah, Lovi... venga..." Antonio moaned as Lovino hitched up his scarlet dress, bunching it at the Spaniard's waist- and, oh dio, Antonio wasn't wearing anything under there... Lovino felt his face growing, if it was possible, even hotter as he took in the sight...
The Italian didn't have much time to be flustered, however, as Antonio sat up and wrapped his legs around Lovino's waist, pressing the two nations even closer together. They both groaned as their erections were suddenly forced together, Lovino grinding his hips as he continued peppering Antonio's flushed face with kisses. Antonio's hands busied themselves, removing Lovino's belt and undoing his pants hastily, stopping short as Lovino's hand moved to grasp his his cock and stroked it roughly.
"Bastard..." Lovino growled, "You make me so mad..." The intensity of his strokes increased in proportion to the ferocity of his words, and he pushed the Spaniard back onto the table, pulling away from the prone, panting man to head for the cupboard where he knew his friend kept his lube.
But as Lovino turned back towards the table, he was met with an infuriating sight: that Spanish bastard was smiling, craning his head to see Lovino.
"Ah, Lovi, I knew you'd remember!"
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