Re: Communication is Key [6]
anonymous
April 28 2009, 01:29:17 UTC
Antonio decides to undress then, simply because he likes hearing Lovino groan and shift in frustration. His fingers linger on the buttonholes a little longer than necessary; when his shirt’s unbuttoned, he slides it from his shoulders, letting the material bunch around his elbows and nest in the crook of his arms.
He turns back to Lovino and winks; he has to hold back his laughter when he sees Lovino scowl, murder hinted at the back of those dark eyes. He palms his own crotch, rubbing, watching the way Lovino watches him, and that’s hot, that’s really hot.
“So lovely….” Antonio muses, not aware that he’s speaking aloud.
Lovino blushes. “Th-the hell?”
“Nothing,” Antonio says, laughing. For all the time he took teasing Lovino, he’s very practical about his own arousal; he unzips his pants, unbuttons them, sighs as he frees his erection.
Lovino sputters and turns so red that Antonio thinks his head might explode. “Y - you…underwear…where….”
“Didn’t feel like wearing them today,” Antonio murmurs. He kicks off his own shoes, sliding out of his pants and rejoining Lovino on the bed. One of his hands goes to Lovino’s cock, rubbing and squeezing; Lovino’s eyes glaze over and flutter shut as he murmurs and arches up into Antonio’s hand.
Antonio feels his mouth go dry; his body takes over, rooting through the cardboard box and fishing out lube and a small packet of foil.
He takes his hand away from Lovino. Lovino opens his eyes, a snap ready at his mouth, but doesn’t speak when he sees what’s in Antonio’s hand. “What’s that?” he asks, a little breathless, a little beautiful.
“Something to make this better, Antonio murmurs. The lube makes a thick squirting noise as he squeezes some into his hand. “Let’s see how relaxed you are.”
“What the hell are you talking abaaaaah.” One of Antonio’s slick fingers circles his asshole; the very fingertip slips in, and Lovino squirms and whimpers, his body flushing.
Antonio smiles as he works his fingers in, curling and searching and pleasing. Lovino’s body is flushed with pleasure and sweat, an appealing counterpoint to his crisp white shirt; the muscles beneath are supple, relaxed, tensing and clenching only in pleasure as Lovino squirms and sighs, as he whimpers and begs.
“W…weird,” Lovino whimpers as Antonio withdraws his fingers. “It feels….”
“I know.” Antonio smoothes his hand along Lovino’s trembling thighs and rips the packet open with his teeth. “It’s going to. But this will be good. I promise.”
“That’s a…you did visit that French dickhead,” Lovino mutters, watching Antonio roll the condom on.
“I plead the fifth.” Antonio lifts one of Lovino’s legs onto his shoulder, pressing kisses on the ankle, up along the thigh.
“You bastard, you really did go to nnghk.” Lovino’s eyes widen, and his hips press down against the force of Antonio’s cock against his ass.
“I do think,” Antonio says, pressing forward, “that you need to stop talking.”
Antonio presses his hips forward, eyes fluttering as he slides into Lovino; Lovino stares at him, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, before his entire body clenches and he lets out a trembling moan.
Antonio forces himself to stay slow and careful, rotating his hips and pressing himself as deep as he can go. Lovino bites his lip to stay quiet and squeezes his eyes shut, hips twitching and body writhing, alive and hard.
Antonio leans down as much as he can, breathes a kiss on Lovino’s forehead. “Mi corazón, mi Italia,” he murmurs, his heart alive with feeling. “ Permítaseme oírle, por favor.”
“Ah fuck!” Lovino’s eyes snap open as Antonio palms his cock, pulls at it when he thrusts in. “A - ah!”
“Every whimper. Every cry.” He nuzzles his nose into the skin of Lovino’s forehead. “Let me hear you, Lovino. Let me hear your desire.”
Lovino responds with a short, sharp cry as Antonio twists his hand just like that, and Antonio allows himself a small smile into Lovino’s cheek before leaning back and picking up his pace.
Lovino presses his heel into the small of Antonio’s back; Antonio groans, his body tensing, his hips angling and pressing just so into Lovino’s body. Lovino cries out one last time, his voice choked as he comes against hand and stomach.
He turns back to Lovino and winks; he has to hold back his laughter when he sees Lovino scowl, murder hinted at the back of those dark eyes. He palms his own crotch, rubbing, watching the way Lovino watches him, and that’s hot, that’s really hot.
“So lovely….” Antonio muses, not aware that he’s speaking aloud.
Lovino blushes. “Th-the hell?”
“Nothing,” Antonio says, laughing. For all the time he took teasing Lovino, he’s very practical about his own arousal; he unzips his pants, unbuttons them, sighs as he frees his erection.
Lovino sputters and turns so red that Antonio thinks his head might explode. “Y - you…underwear…where….”
“Didn’t feel like wearing them today,” Antonio murmurs. He kicks off his own shoes, sliding out of his pants and rejoining Lovino on the bed. One of his hands goes to Lovino’s cock, rubbing and squeezing; Lovino’s eyes glaze over and flutter shut as he murmurs and arches up into Antonio’s hand.
Antonio feels his mouth go dry; his body takes over, rooting through the cardboard box and fishing out lube and a small packet of foil.
He takes his hand away from Lovino. Lovino opens his eyes, a snap ready at his mouth, but doesn’t speak when he sees what’s in Antonio’s hand. “What’s that?” he asks, a little breathless, a little beautiful.
“Something to make this better, Antonio murmurs. The lube makes a thick squirting noise as he squeezes some into his hand. “Let’s see how relaxed you are.”
“What the hell are you talking abaaaaah.” One of Antonio’s slick fingers circles his asshole; the very fingertip slips in, and Lovino squirms and whimpers, his body flushing.
Antonio smiles as he works his fingers in, curling and searching and pleasing. Lovino’s body is flushed with pleasure and sweat, an appealing counterpoint to his crisp white shirt; the muscles beneath are supple, relaxed, tensing and clenching only in pleasure as Lovino squirms and sighs, as he whimpers and begs.
“W…weird,” Lovino whimpers as Antonio withdraws his fingers. “It feels….”
“I know.” Antonio smoothes his hand along Lovino’s trembling thighs and rips the packet open with his teeth. “It’s going to. But this will be good. I promise.”
“That’s a…you did visit that French dickhead,” Lovino mutters, watching Antonio roll the condom on.
“I plead the fifth.” Antonio lifts one of Lovino’s legs onto his shoulder, pressing kisses on the ankle, up along the thigh.
“You bastard, you really did go to nnghk.” Lovino’s eyes widen, and his hips press down against the force of Antonio’s cock against his ass.
“I do think,” Antonio says, pressing forward, “that you need to stop talking.”
Antonio presses his hips forward, eyes fluttering as he slides into Lovino; Lovino stares at him, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, before his entire body clenches and he lets out a trembling moan.
Antonio forces himself to stay slow and careful, rotating his hips and pressing himself as deep as he can go. Lovino bites his lip to stay quiet and squeezes his eyes shut, hips twitching and body writhing, alive and hard.
Antonio leans down as much as he can, breathes a kiss on Lovino’s forehead. “Mi corazón, mi Italia,” he murmurs, his heart alive with feeling. “ Permítaseme oírle, por favor.”
“Ah fuck!” Lovino’s eyes snap open as Antonio palms his cock, pulls at it when he thrusts in. “A - ah!”
“Every whimper. Every cry.” He nuzzles his nose into the skin of Lovino’s forehead. “Let me hear you, Lovino. Let me hear your desire.”
Lovino responds with a short, sharp cry as Antonio twists his hand just like that, and Antonio allows himself a small smile into Lovino’s cheek before leaning back and picking up his pace.
Lovino presses his heel into the small of Antonio’s back; Antonio groans, his body tensing, his hips angling and pressing just so into Lovino’s body. Lovino cries out one last time, his voice choked as he comes against hand and stomach.
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