Because you never felt my awesomeness [1/3]
anonymous
March 30 2009, 05:48:34 UTC
I'm sorry if this fails you so hard OP D:
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“So what happened to that pussy Antonio?”
The proud Prussian stood at the door, his legs parted in a triumphant stance as the older Italian brother sat on the couch inside the house, teeth grazing the skin of a plump tomato in his hand.
“…What the hell are you doing here you potato-bastard?”
“A-ha! You must be mistaking my awesome-ness for my too-stiff-to-get-laid brother!”
The Italian’s green eyes met that of the Prussian’s red and Lovino gave him a nasty look.
“…I don’t think so. I think I’m looking at another version of that potato-bastard.”
Offended, Gilbert slammed the door behind him, stomping up to the unmoved Italian. When he came into close proximity, Gilbert jabbed his finger into Lovino’s head a couple times and stared right back, giving a malicious smile.
“Please, you just can’t handle how awesome I am.”
Lovino placed the tomato in his hand onto the table beside him and sighed, removing their eye contact.
“That could have been a possibility if you were anywhere near that damned word ‘awesome’ you potato-bastard.”
“Dammit,” Gilbert grabbed Lovino by the lapels and forced their faces closer, “Didn’t that damn Antonio teach you any fuckin’ respect!”
Judging by the way Lovino was about to burst out laughing into the Prussian’s face, apparently something was damned funny about the idea. It was proved worse as Lovino stuck his tongue out in Gilbert’s face, like what a fucking bratty kid would do to a grown-up.
At that thought, suddenly an idea shot at the top of Gilbert’s “awesome brain”. It was good that Antonio wasn’t there, because it was if the boy was practically inviting him to attack his tongue. Not to mention that it’s been a while since he’s been laid by anyone good so this was like Antonio and Lovino giving him all rights to do so.
He pounced onto the boy, lips locking with lips as Gilbert used his tongue to have a war with the Italian’s.
The boy was a feisty one indeed, but nothing that the Prussian couldn’t handle. It hurt like hell when the boy continuously kicked and punched at him in the same spot but somehow it just made this a lot more fun.
Re: Because you never felt my awesomeness [2/3]
anonymous
March 30 2009, 05:49:23 UTC
“Y’know ‘Lovi’…” Gilbert managed to grab the boy’s hands in one of his own and held them over Lovino’s head. “It’s such a shame that you fight back this much. It was so much easier to get into your brother’s pants.”
It was obvious that once Lovino heard about his “brother” and “getting into his pants” that he suddenly became much more violent, almost thrashing at the Prussian. Lovino screamed curses in Italian and Spanish as he kicked his legs aggressively at Gilbert’s.
“Now, now there,” Gilbert continued his grip on the Italian’s hands and he crushed the smaller body beneath him with his own to stop the kicking, “I didn’t say that your brother was a good-fuck or anything like that. I just said it was easier.”
“Damn you and your fucking potato-eating brother!” Lovino spat into Gilbert’s face his face flushed with anger.
Something about this was very nice to see as it didn’t happen often; Gilbert could feel the Italian’s body beneath him beginning to relax, probably realizing that he couldn’t escape anyways. Noticing this, Gilbert took advantage and began to attack Lovino’s neck, biting and sucking at various places where skin showed. His free hand began to undo all of the buttons on Lovino’s shirt, ripping it off his shoulders once all were undone.
From there, things went smoothly. Gilbert ran his hand down Lovino’s chest, running back up so his fingers can graze against the Italian’s nipples.
“Aah…!”
The Prussian’s hand cupped Lovino’s half-hard cock through the pants material, giving it a light squeeze as his hand rubbed back and forth.
“This’ll be a great lesson for you kid, it’ll probably be the only time you feel something awesome.”
With one hand, he swiftly undid the belt and tore the pants off of Lovino’s legs leaving them bare and open to the breeze.
“St-stop it dammit!”
“Hell no,” his gloved hand clasped onto the boy’s now erect cock, “if I did, it wouldn’t any fun now would it?”
Re: Because you never felt my awesomeness [3/3]
anonymous
March 30 2009, 05:50:40 UTC
Lovino gasped as Gilbert began to stroke his cock, gloved fingers rubbing harshly yet oh-so-pleasurably against his shaft.
“Yes, yes, that’s a good boy!” Gilbert continued his maniacal smile as he looked at the boy below him. “Continue to make more noises!”
The Italian continued to moan as Gilbert continued his pace, but sighed as suddenly Gilbert let go.
“H-hey! What the hell are you-“
Gilbert shoved his finger tip into the boy’s puckered anus. “I’m preparing you for what’s coming next,” he shoved his entire finger in, “Damn your tight!”
“Oh is he now?”
“Well, yeah, it’s like his ass hasn’t been used in a while-wait…what--”
Gilbert could feel himself being lifted off of Lovino by the back of his shirt collar.
“H-hey, there Antonio…! How’s it going?” Antonio was looking at him with a killer intent on his face, the aura around him dark and deadly.
“How dare you touch my Lovi you - GAAAH!“
A fist connected to Antonio’s face as the Spaniard let go of Gilbert and hit the ground, Lovino standing above him with an even deadlier look.
“You jackass! How dare you not come get me earlier!?”
“B-But Lovi…! I was at an important meetin-“
“Dammit, ‘important meeting’ my ass! You probably went out to go check on my brother again you…”
Seeing this as a perfect opportunity, the Prussian quietly sneaked off making sure not to distract the quarrelling couple, running to his brother’s house back in Germany, making sure to never go and bother the eldest Italian again.
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Yeah, sorry for the fail I have presented you OP D: I didn't know how to end this.
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“So what happened to that pussy Antonio?”
The proud Prussian stood at the door, his legs parted in a triumphant stance as the older Italian brother sat on the couch inside the house, teeth grazing the skin of a plump tomato in his hand.
“…What the hell are you doing here you potato-bastard?”
“A-ha! You must be mistaking my awesome-ness for my too-stiff-to-get-laid brother!”
The Italian’s green eyes met that of the Prussian’s red and Lovino gave him a nasty look.
“…I don’t think so. I think I’m looking at another version of that potato-bastard.”
Offended, Gilbert slammed the door behind him, stomping up to the unmoved Italian. When he came into close proximity, Gilbert jabbed his finger into Lovino’s head a couple times and stared right back, giving a malicious smile.
“Please, you just can’t handle how awesome I am.”
Lovino placed the tomato in his hand onto the table beside him and sighed, removing their eye contact.
“That could have been a possibility if you were anywhere near that damned word ‘awesome’ you potato-bastard.”
“Dammit,” Gilbert grabbed Lovino by the lapels and forced their faces closer, “Didn’t that damn Antonio teach you any fuckin’ respect!”
Judging by the way Lovino was about to burst out laughing into the Prussian’s face, apparently something was damned funny about the idea. It was proved worse as Lovino stuck his tongue out in Gilbert’s face, like what a fucking bratty kid would do to a grown-up.
At that thought, suddenly an idea shot at the top of Gilbert’s “awesome brain”. It was good that Antonio wasn’t there, because it was if the boy was practically inviting him to attack his tongue. Not to mention that it’s been a while since he’s been laid by anyone good so this was like Antonio and Lovino giving him all rights to do so.
He pounced onto the boy, lips locking with lips as Gilbert used his tongue to have a war with the Italian’s.
The boy was a feisty one indeed, but nothing that the Prussian couldn’t handle. It hurt like hell when the boy continuously kicked and punched at him in the same spot but somehow it just made this a lot more fun.
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It was obvious that once Lovino heard about his “brother” and “getting into his pants” that he suddenly became much more violent, almost thrashing at the Prussian. Lovino screamed curses in Italian and Spanish as he kicked his legs aggressively at Gilbert’s.
“Now, now there,” Gilbert continued his grip on the Italian’s hands and he crushed the smaller body beneath him with his own to stop the kicking, “I didn’t say that your brother was a good-fuck or anything like that. I just said it was easier.”
“Damn you and your fucking potato-eating brother!” Lovino spat into Gilbert’s face his face flushed with anger.
Something about this was very nice to see as it didn’t happen often; Gilbert could feel the Italian’s body beneath him beginning to relax, probably realizing that he couldn’t escape anyways. Noticing this, Gilbert took advantage and began to attack Lovino’s neck, biting and sucking at various places where skin showed. His free hand began to undo all of the buttons on Lovino’s shirt, ripping it off his shoulders once all were undone.
From there, things went smoothly. Gilbert ran his hand down Lovino’s chest, running back up so his fingers can graze against the Italian’s nipples.
“Aah…!”
The Prussian’s hand cupped Lovino’s half-hard cock through the pants material, giving it a light squeeze as his hand rubbed back and forth.
“This’ll be a great lesson for you kid, it’ll probably be the only time you feel something awesome.”
With one hand, he swiftly undid the belt and tore the pants off of Lovino’s legs leaving them bare and open to the breeze.
“St-stop it dammit!”
“Hell no,” his gloved hand clasped onto the boy’s now erect cock, “if I did, it wouldn’t any fun now would it?”
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“Yes, yes, that’s a good boy!” Gilbert continued his maniacal smile as he looked at the boy below him. “Continue to make more noises!”
The Italian continued to moan as Gilbert continued his pace, but sighed as suddenly Gilbert let go.
“H-hey! What the hell are you-“
Gilbert shoved his finger tip into the boy’s puckered anus. “I’m preparing you for what’s coming next,” he shoved his entire finger in, “Damn your tight!”
“Oh is he now?”
“Well, yeah, it’s like his ass hasn’t been used in a while-wait…what--”
Gilbert could feel himself being lifted off of Lovino by the back of his shirt collar.
“H-hey, there Antonio…! How’s it going?” Antonio was looking at him with a killer intent on his face, the aura around him dark and deadly.
“How dare you touch my Lovi you - GAAAH!“
A fist connected to Antonio’s face as the Spaniard let go of Gilbert and hit the ground, Lovino standing above him with an even deadlier look.
“You jackass! How dare you not come get me earlier!?”
“B-But Lovi…! I was at an important meetin-“
“Dammit, ‘important meeting’ my ass! You probably went out to go check on my brother again you…”
Seeing this as a perfect opportunity, the Prussian quietly sneaked off making sure not to distract the quarrelling couple, running to his brother’s house back in Germany, making sure to never go and bother the eldest Italian again.
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Yeah, sorry for the fail I have presented you OP D: I didn't know how to end this.
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