In order to celebrate HETALIA'S anime adaptation. AXIS POWERS HETALIA KINK MEME
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Okay, let's make history and be more epic than these people, shall we?
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This turned out much longer than I originally planned...
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There were three things that Lovino Vargas knew, without a doubt, about his old friend Antonio Carreido.
First, there was his seemingly unquenchable love for tomatoes. Or tomates, as he called them.
Second, that seriously unhealthy amount of optimism; the fact that no matter the circumstances, he still managed to be a bloody ray of sunshine, what with that magnetic personality complemented with that wide, charming grin.
And third was the fact that the man loved his siestas as much as Switzerland loved his guns and England loved his tea. It was just another one of those 'facts of life.' At times, Antonio was lazy to the extent that Lovino would find himself coming over to the Spaniard's house almost every morning to ( ... )
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Lovino felt himself release a breath that he hadn't realized he'd been holding.
"Antonio?"
He was greeted with a brief silence, before it was punctured by an audible shuffling sound.
A familiar voice rang out.
"L-Lovi? ¿Aqui estas?"
Lovino released an sigh that sounded both reassured and impatient. He rolled his eyes at the query, having heard it plenty of times to understand its meaning by now.
"Yes, I'm here. Who else did you expect?"
"Ah, mi amigo, I was just making sure," the Spaniard's voice was as smooth and pleasant as ever. Even though the Spaniard was nowhere to be seen, Lovino could practically hear the smile spreading across his features.
"You wouldn't have to 'make sure' if you'd actually come out and greet your guest like a good host," Lovino responded, exasperation in his voice.
The response was met with a quiet, amused sort of chuckle.
"I may be your host, Lovi, but first and foremost, we're amigos, isn't ( ... )
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In fact, he was almost positive that had he been eating something at that very instant, he would have spit it out and made a mess of the carpet.
But for good reason.
The Spaniard was decked out in what looked like a bullfighting costume; he donned a black vest adorned with intricate gold embroidery, complete with epaulets, gold braids, and black tailcoats. Underneath this, he wore a plain silky white shirt with a small red ribbon (pañuelo, was it called?) laced around the collar. The black trousers embroidered with gold tightly hugged his rather thin, fibrous legs, stopping just under the knees, to reveal the pearl-white colored tights that he wore underneath, that ran from his knees to the soles of his feet. His feet were boasting a pair of sleek black dress shoes.
He looked...he looked...
Hot.
Hot as fucking hell.Antonio merely grinned wider at Lovino's shocked expression, oblivious to the spectacle he had just created, and instead waved his blood red cape with ( ... )
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He couldn't figure out whether the feeling that coursed through him was relief or fear.
Or something else.
The same something that kept possessing him to stare at those thighs and that chest and that ass.
Antonio flashed another broad grin at his companion, gripping the stem of the blood red rose between his teeth, eyes heavily lidded in a manner that could only be described as mind-blowingly sexy.
Lovino merely swallowed, licking his lips carefully.
A-Antonio. If you know...if you know what's good for you, y-you'll change out of those clothes. Right. NOW. For...for both of our sakes...
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So Antonio did end up demonstrating. Waving around that blood-red cape, flourishing it in a regal, elegant manner, while taking graceful, carefully trained steps all the while. He was ( ... )
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Damn, he's got beautiful eyes, said an unrecognizable voice in the back of his mind.
Antonio merely blinked, his mouth hanging open slightly, as a faint blush began to tickle his features.
"L-Lovino? W-What...are y--..."
He was silenced instantly by a pair of lips on his own, as Lovino locked his lips with the Spaniard's.
The kiss was long, deep and oh so fierce.
They had barely paused for a gulp of air when Lovino's lips were on his once again. The kiss was so hard. Probing. Demanding. And oh-so possessiveLovino felt Antonio whimper slightly as the other man went limp in his arms. To which the Italian responded by firmly coiling his fingers around the Spaniard's silky sepia strands of ( ... )
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Skilled fingers caressed his thighs.
Lovino's eyes widened with realization.
Oh fuck, Antonio...! He's not going t--
He found that he couldn't go further as lips closed down on half-erection, and from there he was only aware of the hot breath on his stomach.
Lips pressed against the base.
Hand gently cupping the other side.
Tongue pressed against the thick ridge.
Flesh stiffening.
Pulse pounding.
The fucking amazing things that tongue was doing to him ( ... )
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Though there was something triumphant about that whole gesture.
Seizing the opportunity, Lovino gripped the Spaniard's wrists and threw him down onto the bed once again, towering over him as he himself donned that triumphant grin.
He heard Antonio's weak chuckle, combined with a moan, as he fought to control his throbbing erection. "F-First drawer," he gasped breathlessly. Lovino leaned over towards the drawer, pulling out the small tub of lube, fumbling with it as he closed his own slick hand around his partner's length. Antonio released a drawn-out moan, pinpricks of sweat dotting his entire form. The Spaniard then grasped the tub of lube, trying not to let it slip out of his slick hands, as he mirrored Lovino's earlier actions.
"Nngh...ah...oh...f-fuck Antonio..."
There wasn't even any room for thought because that hand was moving up and down without any resistance, just wet heat and firm ( ... )
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Lovino could hear his own ragged breathing, the slight moans resounding out of his own mouth, but damn if the whole thing wasn't so much tighter, so much hotter, so much more intense than he'd ever imagined it.
"F-fuck, Antonio..."
Numbly, he was aware that Antonio was muttering something, slow, soft, seductive, under his breath. Lovino leaned forward with another powerful thrust, allowing his teeth to nip at the Spaniard's shoulder blade.
"O-Oh...Lovi...v-venga... venga ya...oh f-fuck, Lovi, Qué bien lo haces..."
Realization struck.
Antonio was cursing. In Spanish.
And he had assumed that the Spaniard couldn't possibly get any more hot or any more sexyAntonio had proven him wrong again ( ... )
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This was one corrida...that he hadn't minded losing.
They slept.
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And now *I* sleep, after a long night of paper-writing and this most wonderful distraction to keep me going. Thank you so much, anon. I offer you all the typical internets and future children and the like, and anything more you might ask, forever and ever. And coherent comments in the morning.
<3
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*goes and turns in keyboard*
I am unworthy.
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and now I shall start worship the ground you walk on!
Seriously anon, you are my God!!!
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Oh oh oh, this is awesome. We all love you.
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