Oh god [1/?]
anonymous
April 12 2009, 18:44:18 UTC
Here's my take on it :D;;;;
I hope this isn't too OOC guys. If it is, I apologise, not to mention how awkward this sounds. And to why they are making out in the dark, I do not know why orz
He kissed her collarbone, soft gentle kisses that he knew she would like. She lets out a soft sigh, her fingers running through his hair. He slowly unbuttoned the buttons of her shirt, the shirt slowly parted to reveal the black lacy bra underneath. He swallowed and bent his head to kiss the top of her breasts making her giggle.
Lovino pulls back and smiles, despite his nervousness. He had waited for this moment and now he couldn't believe it was going to happen. They only had been dating for two months, Andrea and him but two months was long enough wasn't it? Although he was secretly pleased when she made the initiative, shyly asking him to spend the night after their usual dinner and movie night. He had agreed and had mentioned it to Antonio the night before, who had cried and hugged him going something along the lines "Oh my Lovino has grown up! I am happy for you!"
He bit his lip thinking. There was just one problem though. He was a virgin. He knew what to do of course and how people had sex. One didn't spend their childhood in the company of Francis without knowing what men and women did in bed. Especially when he gave detailed descriptions of his adventures in the search of la amour. Lovino shook his head and gave himself a little slap to erase the memories. He couldn't afford to be distracted. He felt her shift beneath him.
"Is something wrong?" She asked concerned.
"No, no," He lied quickly. One thing he learnt though. Don't neglect your partner.
He leaned down to kiss her, while his hands moved to remove her bra. How did these things work?
When he finally manages to remove the bra, well Andrea helped a little after she realised he couldn't figure how to unclasp the bra in the dark, he can't help but pause, pushing himself up on his elbows to stare at her breasts.
It isn't because he hasn't seen female breasts before, he had Francis to thank for that. He shudders to think of the times he had walked in on Francis and some lady, her breasts bared and her skirt bunched up around her thighs. He cups one, rubbing his thumb slowly down the side making her shiver. Unconsciously he thinks they feel a little like tomatoes but only softer.
It's only curiosity that makes him bent his head to take a nipple in his mouth. He sucks it, tasting her and for a split second he gets the image of the breast he's cupping to be smaller and the chest he is pressing into is flat, flat like his own. Almost like another male's chest. Instead of cupping, he is rubbing the nipple between his thumb and index finger. The body shifts underneath him, fingers running through his hair and breathless sigh slips into the air as if unaware of his thoughts.
He froze in the middle of his sucking. What? What? What was he thinking? How could he think of someone else, let alone oh wait did he did just think of a guy? Another male? When he was in the middle of sucking Andrea's breast?! He pulls the nipple out his mouth, feeling frustrated. What was wrong with him?
He moves to the other nipple then, concentrating on making her moan and hoping it would distract him. Instead of fading the images reappear. As he sucks the other, his mind is filled with the images of the male's chest and to his horror, him licking the nipple of the strange male. Andrea's moans are being replaced with the male's soft groans of pleasure. He can almost feel different fingers thread through his hair and can almost the male's voice begging.
"Por favor, por favor,"
"L-Lovino....per favore," She whispers.
It isn't till he hears Andrea utter that does he freeze again. She whispered in Italian and he was sure she only whispered in Italian. Then who whispered in Spanish?
He suddenly pulls back, shocked. That wasn't Italian he heard, it was Spanish. He's about to curse but stops himself. Why should the tomato loving bastard be anywhere near here?
"What?" Andrea looks up at him frowning. "Are you sure nothing is wrong?"
Lovino shakes his head quickly, suddenly grateful that it was dark and she couldn't see that he was embarrassed.
I hope this isn't too OOC guys. If it is, I apologise, not to mention how awkward this sounds. And to why they are making out in the dark, I do not know why orz
He kissed her collarbone, soft gentle kisses that he knew she would like. She lets out a soft sigh, her fingers
running through his hair. He slowly unbuttoned the buttons of her shirt, the shirt slowly parted to reveal the black lacy bra underneath. He swallowed and bent his head to kiss the top of her breasts making her giggle.
Lovino pulls back and smiles, despite his nervousness. He had waited for this moment and now he couldn't believe it was going to happen. They only had been dating for two months, Andrea and him but two months was long enough wasn't it? Although he was secretly pleased when she made the initiative, shyly asking him to spend the night after their usual dinner and movie night. He had agreed and had mentioned it to Antonio the night before, who had cried and hugged him going something along the lines "Oh my Lovino has grown up! I am happy for you!"
He bit his lip thinking. There was just one problem though. He was a virgin. He knew what to do of course and how people had sex. One didn't spend their childhood in the company of Francis without knowing what men and women did in bed. Especially when he gave detailed descriptions of his adventures in the search of la amour. Lovino shook his head and gave himself a little slap to erase the memories. He couldn't afford to be distracted. He felt her shift beneath him.
"Is something wrong?" She asked concerned.
"No, no," He lied quickly. One thing he learnt though. Don't neglect your partner.
He leaned down to kiss her, while his hands moved to remove her bra. How did these things work?
When he finally manages to remove the bra, well Andrea helped a little after she realised he couldn't figure how to unclasp the bra in the dark, he can't help but pause, pushing himself up on his elbows to stare at her breasts.
It isn't because he hasn't seen female breasts before, he had Francis to thank for that. He shudders to think of the times he had walked in on Francis and some lady, her breasts bared and her skirt bunched up around her thighs. He cups one, rubbing his thumb slowly down the side making her shiver. Unconsciously he thinks they feel a little like tomatoes but only softer.
It's only curiosity that makes him bent his head to take a nipple in his mouth. He sucks it, tasting her and for a split second he gets the image of the breast he's cupping to be smaller and the chest he is pressing into is flat, flat like his own. Almost like another male's chest. Instead of cupping, he is rubbing the nipple between his thumb and index finger. The body shifts underneath him, fingers running through his hair and breathless sigh slips into the air as if unaware of his thoughts.
He froze in the middle of his sucking. What? What? What was he thinking? How could he think of someone else, let alone oh wait did he did just think of a guy? Another male? When he was in the middle of sucking Andrea's breast?! He pulls the nipple out his mouth, feeling frustrated. What was wrong with him?
He moves to the other nipple then, concentrating on making her moan and hoping it would distract him. Instead of fading the images reappear. As he sucks the other, his mind is filled with the images of the male's chest and to his horror, him licking the nipple of the strange male. Andrea's moans are being replaced with the male's soft groans of pleasure. He can almost feel different fingers thread through his hair and
can almost the male's voice begging.
"Por favor, por favor,"
"L-Lovino....per favore," She whispers.
It isn't till he hears Andrea utter that does he freeze again. She whispered in Italian and he was sure she only whispered in Italian. Then who whispered in Spanish?
He suddenly pulls back, shocked. That wasn't Italian he heard, it was Spanish. He's about to curse but stops himself. Why should the tomato loving bastard be anywhere near here?
"What?" Andrea looks up at him frowning. "Are you sure nothing is wrong?"
Lovino shakes his head quickly, suddenly grateful that it was dark and she couldn't see that he was embarrassed.
"O-Of course not,"
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I already love this SO MUCH, anon~ ♥ILU!
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Just a little thing though, in Italian Andrea is a male name.
(Or maybe that was intentional?)
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No, it was intentional. After all in the dark, its kinda hard to see "Andrea" and his Adam's apple yes yes? :DDDD poor Lovino, he never stood a chance
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