Hetalia: Band!AU; Prussia/Romano 649 Words (NSFW)
Judging by the throaty laugh that the other man let loose not a moment later, he knew he was wrong. Scoffing in anger, Lovino turned to look at him, eyes narrowing in glare. Though with his face flushed and hair slicked to his face with the light sheen of sweat that covered him now, it was hardly very effective. Gilbert just smirked, licking his lips and leaning back on the toilet.
"I told you I'd show you how it's done, right?" he snickered, running his thumb across the corner of his lip to catch a stray drop of come that had spilled out, "And I fucking showed you how it's done right." He licked his thumb, tongue slowly lashing out between bright white teeth to wrap around the digit. Lovino wanted to punch that damn grin off his face, but he knew he couldn't. At least not now. "I bet you've never had your dick sucked that good in your whole fucking life, pansy," Gilbert went on, crowing his own praises.
"Shut up," Lovino growled, low and in the back of his throat, his breaths still coming hard as he recovered.
Gilbert either didn't hear him or didn't give a shit, both were likely, as he went on, "And like you could ever hope to be half as good as I am! Hah!"
"Shut up!" with a violent snarl, Lovino launched himself off the sink, hands out, grabbing Gilbert's shoulders and shoving him back. Taken by surprise, Gilbert lurched, his back hitting the back of the toilet and head snapping backwards. It was really nothing more than dumb luck that kept it from smacking against the wall of the bathroom and giving him a concussion to compliment his broken nose. That jackass grin never left his face for a moment.
"What? You want to prove me wrong?" he taunted, stroking himself through his jeans as Lovino loomed over him, "Come on. I dare you to try."
Without uttering another word, Lovino's hand snapped down to grab Gilbert's wrist, jerking it away and pinning it to the toilet. He narrowed his eyes, not once looking away from Gilbert's smirking gaze as he fumbled, one-handed, to undo the fly on the other man's jeans. It took longer than when Gilbert did it. Inwardly, Lovino swore at himself, it was just a goddamn fucking pair of jeans for christ's sake. He could hear the goddamn cocky snicker bubbling on Gilbert's and see the fucking grin in his stupid eyes and like hell he was going to let himself look like an idiot here-
With a low, visceral growl Lovino shoved forward, crushing his mouth over Gilbert's, swallowing the snicker and sealing the grin with his lips. At least this way he wouldn't have to fucking look at it. Gilbert responded in like, leaning against him, his free hand fisting in the hair at the back of Lovino's neck, pushing him into the kiss as he plunged in headlong, tongue and teeth shoved up against Lovino's lips. It was hardly a victory like this, finally feeling the pull of Gilbert's zipper give way under his hands, or the thick weight of his cock warm in his hand as he jerked it once, roughly, before reaching up and tugging Gilbert's boxers down around it. So he'd find his win elsewhere.
Jerking away with a gasp he leveled one last glare before ducking down, dropping to his knees and taking Gilbert's cock all in with only a moment of hesitation. It tasted pretty much like he expected. Like dick. Like sweat and salt and flesh, hot and hard inside his mouth. It was bigger than he expected-that ass-and it took everything Lovino had in him to keep from gagging around it as he forced his throat to relax, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. But he wasn't going to give up.
"I told you I'd show you how it's done, right?" he snickered, running his thumb across the corner of his lip to catch a stray drop of come that had spilled out, "And I fucking showed you how it's done right." He licked his thumb, tongue slowly lashing out between bright white teeth to wrap around the digit. Lovino wanted to punch that damn grin off his face, but he knew he couldn't. At least not now. "I bet you've never had your dick sucked that good in your whole fucking life, pansy," Gilbert went on, crowing his own praises.
"Shut up," Lovino growled, low and in the back of his throat, his breaths still coming hard as he recovered.
Gilbert either didn't hear him or didn't give a shit, both were likely, as he went on, "And like you could ever hope to be half as good as I am! Hah!"
"Shut up!" with a violent snarl, Lovino launched himself off the sink, hands out, grabbing Gilbert's shoulders and shoving him back. Taken by surprise, Gilbert lurched, his back hitting the back of the toilet and head snapping backwards. It was really nothing more than dumb luck that kept it from smacking against the wall of the bathroom and giving him a concussion to compliment his broken nose. That jackass grin never left his face for a moment.
"What? You want to prove me wrong?" he taunted, stroking himself through his jeans as Lovino loomed over him, "Come on. I dare you to try."
Without uttering another word, Lovino's hand snapped down to grab Gilbert's wrist, jerking it away and pinning it to the toilet. He narrowed his eyes, not once looking away from Gilbert's smirking gaze as he fumbled, one-handed, to undo the fly on the other man's jeans. It took longer than when Gilbert did it. Inwardly, Lovino swore at himself, it was just a goddamn fucking pair of jeans for christ's sake. He could hear the goddamn cocky snicker bubbling on Gilbert's and see the fucking grin in his stupid eyes and like hell he was going to let himself look like an idiot here-
With a low, visceral growl Lovino shoved forward, crushing his mouth over Gilbert's, swallowing the snicker and sealing the grin with his lips. At least this way he wouldn't have to fucking look at it. Gilbert responded in like, leaning against him, his free hand fisting in the hair at the back of Lovino's neck, pushing him into the kiss as he plunged in headlong, tongue and teeth shoved up against Lovino's lips. It was hardly a victory like this, finally feeling the pull of Gilbert's zipper give way under his hands, or the thick weight of his cock warm in his hand as he jerked it once, roughly, before reaching up and tugging Gilbert's boxers down around it. So he'd find his win elsewhere.
Jerking away with a gasp he leveled one last glare before ducking down, dropping to his knees and taking Gilbert's cock all in with only a moment of hesitation. It tasted pretty much like he expected. Like dick. Like sweat and salt and flesh, hot and hard inside his mouth. It was bigger than he expected-that ass-and it took everything Lovino had in him to keep from gagging around it as he forced his throat to relax, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. But he wasn't going to give up.