This anon isn't the first anon who promised a fill, but writer!anon hopes OP!anon doesn't mind a second fill. Writer!anon also knows she's got nothing against the hotness up there, which she earnestly fangirled, but since she's been trying to write this for some time, she just had to post it.
This goes, with all the love in the world, to the first person who read this, who makes my life better with crack and awesome.
And btw, you can totally tell which Antonio/Lovino fics I wrote because of the lame titles, lol. _____________Deep, deep down, Lovino loved his brother, it was no secret (well, maybe it was, sometimes). Sure, he had envied Feliciano’s talent in the past, but as the years passed, he figured that if having Feliciano’s personality meant he’d have to be around jerks like that Germany, he was better off being himself, thank you very much
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Except, merda, he was. Antonio was gorgeous, even if he’d rather die than admit that out loud. And dammit if he knew, having lived with him for so long, and having had his fair share of dreams telling him, oh by the way, body, this is your brain speaking, I know you agree with what I’m thinking (oh, hadn’t puberty been a blast). To this day, sometimes his eyes wandered off to some pretty dark-skinned girl (and a guy or two, and just thinking about that made him twitch), even if he tried to kill the thoughts (and the guilt) as soon as he realized it.
And he’d never, never admit just how refreshing Antonio’s, bubbly, always positive, cheerful personality could be sometimes. Never, no way in hell.
Antonio came back, two glasses of tomato juice in his hands. He offered him one (he gulped half of it in one go) and sat next to him (a bit too close, though if those glasses stayed, anywhere near him would be too close and bother him, yes, bother him the assured himself), fixing the glasses on his face with his middle finger, a common
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“You don’t…” (know what you’re doing to me) he started, his face so, so close to Antonio’s “you are…” (killing me on the inside; so, so tempting, you bastard) he tried to spit out something “you fucking…” (idiot, bastard, tease) he said after a pause.
Antonio had the nerve to ask. “Did I do something?” he said, and somehow the worried tone in which he said it pissed him off further.
You fucking did, you clueless idiot, he meant to say, but instead, he just yanked him closer, and kissed him.
Antonio went still for a moment and he almost died on the inside
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Antonio shoot him a look, one eyebrow raised, half “just what has gotten into you?” and half “I’m not even going to bother asking, not now” before smiling, and why was the damn bastard looking smug, going after the buttons in Lovino’s shirt. He undid them quickly, and kissed his forehead, his cheek, brushed his lips against his lips, kissed his neck his shoulder and discarded the shirt somewhere, probably near wherever his own t-shirt had ended up being tossed to.
Antonio kicked off his shoes, and he did the same.
Hands still trembling, he went after the buttons in Antonio’s pants, pure fire going up his spine when Antonio groaned a “Dios… Dios, Lovi,” when his fingers brushed the growing bulge in his pants, yanking his pants down. Antonio kicked them off, and reached out to do the same with his pants. He almost tripped on his hurry, and one of them yanked the sheet off the bed of to a side, and they fell into the bed
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Antonio, Lovino realized absently, was still hard.
With an all too obscene sound, Antonio’s fingers apparently abandoning their task, Antonio stretched his back, arching back. He wiped the hand on the sheets, keeping it there to balance himself, while he, smiling, looking at him right into the eyes again, finally (finally oh God) touched him. Slowly (he was trying to kill him and by God he’d die a happy if frustrated man if that happened) his other hand traced his mouth (the tip of the finger barely going inside, tracing his lips lazily, driving him crazy) neck, chest, stomach, waist, two fingers playing with the elastic of his underwear
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“Relax, Lovi…” Antonio breathed “you were very good” he said, amusement dripping off his voice
He did shove him now. “What’s that, bastard?” he said, eyes suddenly opening. He was about to tell him exactly where could he shove his opinion when Antonio flung an arm over him.
“The truth, of course” he said, and something about his smile disarmed Lovino “don’t think too much about this now, okay? We can…” he yawned “talk later”
Oh that surely was going to be fun. He could feel his blush already. “… yeah,” he agreed, finally. But there was something else he needed to… “I…” he started, and Antonio opened one lazy eye to look at him “Y-yo también… te…”
A brief look of surprise went through Antonio’s face. “Lo sé…” he whispered, finally. With that, he closed his eyes, instantly sleeping.
Idiot, Lovino thought, before finding something to cover them both with. He watched Antonio’s relaxed face for a moment, before his eyes started to feel heavy, and sleep took him over instantly.
Luego, Antonio had said. Everything else could wait
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te quiero, te amo = think of it as "I like you, I love you" even though I'm not comforable enough with that translation, it's a good way to get the idea.
te quiero adentro = Quiero can be used as "want" too, and in this case, te quiero adentro means "I want you inside". I couldn't get the idea off my mind when I started to write this. writer!anon is really fond of things like that |3
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OH-OH MY GOD. ANON. ANON! O__O I DON'T EVEN- -speechless- Are you people trying to make me develop some kind of glasses fetish? Well, even if you don't, it's working. Don't you dare to be sorry for this MASTERPIECE. O____O SERIOUSLY ANON, THAT WAS ONE OF THE HOTTEST FILLS IN THIS MEME, NO LIE. IT WAS SO LONG TOO AAAAAHHHH //// Thank you for posting this here. It was awesome. <33 Write moarr, it brings joy to losers like me. :D
I-Incoherent commenter is incoherent. That was so freaking hot, and slammed a few buttons the previous fill didn't, and damn, if these are the fics this prompt is going to churn out let's please fill this prompt forever. *AAAAA* I love the way you characterized Lovino here--a bit more matured, but still him, and Spaaaiiin oblivious but perfectly willing once you climb on him. ;D
So yes, gorgeous, gorgeous fill, this anon loves you forever. FDJLSFALKD
Honestly, the characterization in this was great, your descriptions awesome and everything was utterly hot. Not only that but the feel of it as a whole was sweet and just...great. This has to be one if not my favorite fill for these two. So, as said before, I love you ♥.
OH FUCK! LIKE SERIOUSLY MAJORLY FUCK! THAT WAS MASSIVE HOTNESS!!!
I was seriously hoping against hope for Antonio preparing and slicking himself and when you wrote it, I practically screamed in glee and stupidity at the description. HOLY SMOCKS! *fans self*
GAH! My major kink! Glasses-fetish!!! YOU WRITER!ANON IS AWESOME BEYOND MERE WORDS!
Oh lololol~ recaptcha, you don't bring "Shakespeare's clash" into this! XD
This goes, with all the love in the world, to the first person who read this, who makes my life better with crack and awesome.
And btw, you can totally tell which Antonio/Lovino fics I wrote because of the lame titles, lol.
_____________Deep, deep down, Lovino loved his brother, it was no secret (well, maybe it was, sometimes). Sure, he had envied Feliciano’s talent in the past, but as the years passed, he figured that if having Feliciano’s personality meant he’d have to be around jerks like that Germany, he was better off being himself, thank you very much ( ... )
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And he’d never, never admit just how refreshing Antonio’s, bubbly, always positive, cheerful personality could be sometimes. Never, no way in hell.
Antonio came back, two glasses of tomato juice in his hands. He offered him one (he gulped half of it in one go) and sat next to him (a bit too close, though if those glasses stayed, anywhere near him would be too close and bother him, yes, bother him the assured himself), fixing the glasses on his face with his middle finger, a common ( ... )
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Antonio had the nerve to ask. “Did I do something?” he said, and somehow the worried tone in which he said it pissed him off further.
You fucking did, you clueless idiot, he meant to say, but instead, he just yanked him closer, and kissed him.
Antonio went still for a moment and he almost died on the inside ( ... )
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Antonio kicked off his shoes, and he did the same.
Hands still trembling, he went after the buttons in Antonio’s pants, pure fire going up his spine when Antonio groaned a “Dios… Dios, Lovi,” when his fingers brushed the growing bulge in his pants, yanking his pants down. Antonio kicked them off, and reached out to do the same with his pants. He almost tripped on his hurry, and one of them yanked the sheet off the bed of to a side, and they fell into the bed ( ... )
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With an all too obscene sound, Antonio’s fingers apparently abandoning their task, Antonio stretched his back, arching back. He wiped the hand on the sheets, keeping it there to balance himself, while he, smiling, looking at him right into the eyes again, finally (finally oh God) touched him. Slowly (he was trying to kill him and by God he’d die a happy if frustrated man if that happened) his other hand traced his mouth (the tip of the finger barely going inside, tracing his lips lazily, driving him crazy) neck, chest, stomach, waist, two fingers playing with the elastic of his underwear ( ... )
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He did shove him now. “What’s that, bastard?” he said, eyes suddenly opening. He was about to tell him exactly where could he shove his opinion when Antonio flung an arm over him.
“The truth, of course” he said, and something about his smile disarmed Lovino “don’t think too much about this now, okay? We can…” he yawned “talk later”
Oh that surely was going to be fun. He could feel his blush already. “… yeah,” he agreed, finally. But there was something else he needed to… “I…” he started, and Antonio opened one lazy eye to look at him “Y-yo también… te…”
A brief look of surprise went through Antonio’s face. “Lo sé…” he whispered, finally. With that, he closed his eyes, instantly sleeping.
Idiot, Lovino thought, before finding something to cover them both with. He watched Antonio’s relaxed face for a moment, before his eyes started to feel heavy, and sleep took him over instantly.
Luego, Antonio had said. Everything else could wait ( ... )
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I couldn't help dragging Japan into this. *is a dork*
que lindo = "how cute" / "so cute"
el Cantar del Mio Cid... have a gratuitous wikipedia link (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spanish_literature) to avoid tl;dr
Dios = God
luego de esto = "after this"
luego = "later"
si, así = "yes, like that"
te quiero, te amo = think of it as "I like you, I love you" even though I'm not comforable enough with that translation, it's a good way to get the idea.
te quiero adentro = Quiero can be used as "want" too, and in this case, te quiero adentro means "I want you inside". I couldn't get the idea off my mind when I started to write this. writer!anon is really fond of things like that |3 ( ... )
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my brain has stopped being able to make coherent thoughts...
seriously anon this was HOT!!!!!
and oh God the Spanish! the Spanish! you almost killed me there, dear anon~♥
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Are you people trying to make me develop some kind of glasses fetish? Well, even if you don't, it's working. Don't you dare to be sorry for this MASTERPIECE. O____O SERIOUSLY ANON, THAT WAS ONE OF THE HOTTEST FILLS IN THIS MEME, NO LIE. IT WAS SO LONG TOO AAAAAHHHH //// Thank you for posting this here. It was awesome. <33 Write moarr, it brings joy to losers like me. :D
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I-Incoherent commenter is incoherent. That was so freaking hot, and slammed a few buttons the previous fill didn't, and damn, if these are the fics this prompt is going to churn out let's please fill this prompt forever. *AAAAA* I love the way you characterized Lovino here--a bit more matured, but still him, and Spaaaiiin oblivious but perfectly willing once you climb on him. ;D
So yes, gorgeous, gorgeous fill, this anon loves you forever. FDJLSFALKD
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Honestly, the characterization in this was great, your descriptions awesome and everything was utterly hot. Not only that but the feel of it as a whole was sweet and just...great. This has to be one if not my favorite fill for these two. So, as said before, I love you ♥.
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My God, that was just everything I wanted for this pairing. (And here I was about to request a Italy/Spain from the top fic!
Nnng, and my language kink was just smashed. I don't care if I have no knowledge of the language, it was so very hot!
*thumbs up - although in the non-ofeensive way-* GOOD JOB! TwT
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I was seriously hoping against hope for Antonio preparing and slicking himself and when you wrote it, I practically screamed in glee and stupidity at the description. HOLY SMOCKS! *fans self*
GAH! My major kink! Glasses-fetish!!! YOU WRITER!ANON IS AWESOME BEYOND MERE WORDS!
Oh lololol~ recaptcha, you don't bring "Shakespeare's clash" into this! XD
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Internets. TAKE THEM.
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