Communication is Key [1]
anonymous
April 27 2009, 05:50:25 UTC
Even though this begins with Spain and France, it IS Spain/Romano. Just. I like setting up my smut and pretending it’s all deep and shit, okay? …DDx
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Re: Communication is Key [2]
anonymous
April 27 2009, 05:51:47 UTC
Lovino pulls himself off of Antonio, causing them both to yelp in pain. Lovino doesn’t look at him as he gathers his clothes and dresses; Antonio feels alarm when he sees something dark on Lovino’s thighs for a second before he pulls his pants on.
“Lovi, wait, we have to clean you -”
Antonio’s bedroom door closes with a snap, a command for him to stay right where he is.
Antonio covers his face with his arm and obeys.
“…And it’s not the first time it’s been like that, either.” Antonio sighs, runs a hand through his hair. “It’s like he’s always like that. He’ll come in and kiss me, and then we’ll go to the bedroom and….” Antonio trails off, propping an elbow up on his knee
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Re: Communication is Key [2]
anonymous
April 27 2009, 19:31:13 UTC
OP here. Seeing Lovino's resistance worn down was my main drive for requesting this, and with what you've got so far I can tell it's going to be delicious. :D
Re: Communication is Key [3]
anonymous
April 27 2009, 21:19:49 UTC
“I’ll kiss what I want, tomato bastard,” Lovino mutters, grabbing Antonio’s wrist and starting to drag him to the bedroom. Antonio nearly follows before he remembers the box.
“Wait - wait, Lovi -” Antonio pulls against him, reaching for the shoebox.
“What is it now - oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” Lovino mutters. “Can’t you leave it?”
“I could, but I like making you wait.” Antonio’s fingers catch on the cardboard, and he manages to grab it and tuck it under his arm. “Okay, now we can go
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Re: Communication is Key [4]
anonymous
April 27 2009, 23:21:16 UTC
“We do talk, you jackass -”
“But not about this,” Antonio counters, gesturing to the bed, the two of them.
“Wh-what’s there to talk about?! It’s just sex!”
Antonio feels irritation flicker over his face. “Yeah, but you’re doing it in a way that’s hurting you,” Antonio says, straddling Lovino and pinning his legs down with his weight.
“So what?”
“Lovino.” Antonio thinks he must look angrier than he feels, because Lovino’s glare softens into something like fear. “Lovino, please. Let me show you how good this can be.”
Lovino doesn’t respond, turning his face away as his cheeks flush pink. Antonio frowns, concerned and thoughtful.
“Lovino….”
Lovino mutters something into his bicep.
“Lovino?”
“I said just do it then!” Lovino snaps, turning back to glare at Antonio. “Go ahead and fuck me, show me how it’s done
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Re: Communication is Key [5]
anonymous
April 28 2009, 01:00:08 UTC
He takes Lovino’s face into his hands. “Lovi. Open your eyes and look at me.”
Lovino sniffles, trying to shake his head.
“Lovino, please.”
Lovino hesitates for a moment more; then his eyes flutter open to look up into Antonio’s eyes.
“Lovino, you are not weak,” Antonio says, keeping every word sharp and clear. “You aren’t. Remember when you served me? Even though you were my servant, I could never make you do exactly what I wanted.”
“Che, as if I’d let you order me around, you bastard.”
“Don’t interrupt.” Antonio rubs a thumb over Lovino’s cheekbone. “My point is, Lovino, if you want to do something, just do it. The Lovi I know best is the one that doesn’t take crap from anybody. You may be Italy, home of the Vatican - but you’re also Lovino Vargas. And you’ve got the strongest will of anyone I’ve ever met
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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
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Re: Communication is Key [7/7]
anonymous
April 28 2009, 01:45:35 UTC
The clench of heat and muscle around his cock undoes Antonio, and he grunts as he comes, his semen filling the condom, his body shivering and stiffening as he climaxes. He comes down in a slow, loosening spiral, every muscle in his body relaxing into a pleasant lethargy.
Antonio slips from Lovino’s body; he just sits there a moment, watching Lovino’s flushed face, parted lips, closed eyes. He’s still catching his breath, his arms thrown above his head, and it’s beautiful in a way that Antonio has never felt when admiring slender señoritas on hot Madrid days, when looking at paintings of the Madonna
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Romano can't seem to let go and fully enjoy sex, so Spain restrains him in order to get him to show him how good sex can be.
I'd prefer human names, but I don't mind if any Anons feel more comfortable using country names.
Bonus points if Romano ends up begging. ♥
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“Lovi, wait, we have to clean you -”
Antonio’s bedroom door closes with a snap, a command for him to stay right where he is.
Antonio covers his face with his arm and obeys.
“…And it’s not the first time it’s been like that, either.” Antonio sighs, runs a hand through his hair. “It’s like he’s always like that. He’ll come in and kiss me, and then we’ll go to the bedroom and….” Antonio trails off, propping an elbow up on his knee ( ... )
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I really really like it so far anon~
can't wait for the rest
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“Wait - wait, Lovi -” Antonio pulls against him, reaching for the shoebox.
“What is it now - oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” Lovino mutters. “Can’t you leave it?”
“I could, but I like making you wait.” Antonio’s fingers catch on the cardboard, and he manages to grab it and tuck it under his arm. “Okay, now we can go ( ... )
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O_o Do you know, that is exactly, word for word, what I say when I'm pissed? Just sayin'. Weird.
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“But not about this,” Antonio counters, gesturing to the bed, the two of them.
“Wh-what’s there to talk about?! It’s just sex!”
Antonio feels irritation flicker over his face. “Yeah, but you’re doing it in a way that’s hurting you,” Antonio says, straddling Lovino and pinning his legs down with his weight.
“So what?”
“Lovino.” Antonio thinks he must look angrier than he feels, because Lovino’s glare softens into something like fear. “Lovino, please. Let me show you how good this can be.”
Lovino doesn’t respond, turning his face away as his cheeks flush pink. Antonio frowns, concerned and thoughtful.
“Lovino….”
Lovino mutters something into his bicep.
“Lovino?”
“I said just do it then!” Lovino snaps, turning back to glare at Antonio. “Go ahead and fuck me, show me how it’s done ( ... )
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Also. This anon would die to know how Francis got Arthur to 'shut up and enjoy it'. In detail. :D *feels so perverted, omg*
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Lovino sniffles, trying to shake his head.
“Lovino, please.”
Lovino hesitates for a moment more; then his eyes flutter open to look up into Antonio’s eyes.
“Lovino, you are not weak,” Antonio says, keeping every word sharp and clear. “You aren’t. Remember when you served me? Even though you were my servant, I could never make you do exactly what I wanted.”
“Che, as if I’d let you order me around, you bastard.”
“Don’t interrupt.” Antonio rubs a thumb over Lovino’s cheekbone. “My point is, Lovino, if you want to do something, just do it. The Lovi I know best is the one that doesn’t take crap from anybody. You may be Italy, home of the Vatican - but you’re also Lovino Vargas. And you’ve got the strongest will of anyone I’ve ever met ( ... )
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Captcha: more broiler
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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 ( ... )
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Antonio slips from Lovino’s body; he just sits there a moment, watching Lovino’s flushed face, parted lips, closed eyes. He’s still catching his breath, his arms thrown above his head, and it’s beautiful in a way that Antonio has never felt when admiring slender señoritas on hot Madrid days, when looking at paintings of the Madonna ( ... )
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