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Conquistadors Rule You 2/?

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“Mine,” Antonio repeated, snarling and tracing Lovino's throat, leaning up and lapping at it, listening to the gasps of the smaller man and feeling the thin chest heave as he pressed his entire weight into it, grinding his erection on the other brunette's. Lovino groaned, unable to stop his hips from bucking up and his legs from bending up, holding Antonio's thicker body where it was. His head tilted back, exposing his neck to the Spaniard's quested teeth, wincing as they pierced the skin again and again, mostly small pinpricks until he got bored with that and nearly took a chunk of flesh out. Lovino winced and snapped back, grabbing the tip of Antonio's ear in his mouth, clenching his jaw.

He received a bruising grip on his hips and a particularly strong thrust in retaliation.

Lovino was forced to release his grip when Antonio, his fingernails digging into his skin and breaking it, flipped him onto his knees, wrists twisting and crossing uncomfortably. He whined softly at the position but stopped immediately when the Conquistador pushed him further forward and his arms folded unnaturally against his chest, face pressed to the wooden headboard. The cool metal of the discarded blade returned, this time trace the skin of his hips, just below the waist line, and slicing off his pants. They were tore away and tossed side, along with the gathered remains of his shirt, and then he was naked and exposed absolutely, no protection anywhere. Lovino wiggled then decided that was a bad idea when Antonio's hand came down on his rear, leaving an angry hand print and rising welt.

“Don't move,” the Spaniard commanded, pressing his thumbs against the bruising skin, further darkening it. Lovino bit back a protest, shifting his head just enough that Antonio wouldn't notice it when his neck began to cramp. “Scream.”

Spitefully he bit his lip, stifling any noises Antonio might want him to make.

Annoyed with the lack of compliance he was receiving Antonio dragged blunt nails down the tender flesh of his side, lifting and dropping with his ribs and leaving bright marks, some spots broken enough to admit a few drops of blood. Still refusing to co-operate Lovino bit his lip, glaring at the brown wood and making a show of freeing his arms from their constricting, crunched position. His only warning of Antonio's actions was a low growl before large hands gripped his hips and jerked him back, grinding his erection against Lovino's ass. The fabric rubbed against his skin, making the friction less painful in the face of Antonio's powerful thrusts. Lovino's eyes rolled back and his upper body dropped, cheek pressing in the white sheets, small gasps escaping without his consent.

Antonio grinned, pulling away just enough to unlace his pants and pull out his member, passing his fingers over the sensitized skin just enough to make him crave the embrace of Lovino's body. He slid closer, ignorant of the discomfort the tight leather boots created in his legs and feet, the hot prickling only adding to his arousal, and used one hand to support the boys flank, cupped over the left cheek, and the other slid across his thighs and griped the smaller mans genitalia, squeezing and jerking his hand. Unbidden a strangled cry escaped, his head tilting back and full body shivers working through his body.

“Scream for me,” Antonio growled into Lovino's ear, eying the bobbing curl and leaning forward, lips, teeth, and tongue toying with it and tearing a loud shriek from the Italian's throat. The Spaniard hummed and grinned, resuming his rocking motions, cock rubbing against Lovino's ass, pre-cum acted as lubrication, minimal as it was. Lovino wailed, thrashing and disregarding Antonio's ever tightening grip, struggling for more of the painful pleasure.

Through the haze Lovino thought that he was perhaps a little bit masochistic.