Hetalia: Band!AU; Prussia/Romano 2535 Words (NSFW)
Gilbert’s room is a testament to manliness and awesome. Piles of dirty clothes and empty CD cases concealed most of what had previously been known as the “floor” and there was a definite pungent scent of testosterone and body odor that permeated the entire room. His bed was a twin shoved up against the wall covered in camouflage sheets and a battered old Transformers comforter. The walls were covered with band posters showing a wide variety of screaming men, naked women, and blood splatters. The only exception to this rule was the one poster that graced the hallowed space above his bed. That sacred spot was reserved for a full sized, full-body, full-frontal poster of one Elizabeta Héderváry. Lovino thought it was fucking creepy and told Gilbert quite loudly the first time he found himself in the other man’s room.
“That’s fucking creepy,” Lovino said, scowling up at the sultry come-hither gaze that Elizabeta was giving him from the ceiling.
“Man, you are a fucking homo,” Gilbert snickered, shutting and locking the door behind him. Not that Ludwig or Feliciano would come and interrupt them, as occupied as they were with “verbs” and “conjugations.”
“Bite me,” Lovino snapped and Gilbert did, at the side of his neck. Lovino growled and shoved back at him, jabbing his elbow, aimed at Gilbert’s gut. Gilbert just laughed against his neck, before pulling away, grabbing his elbow and twisting it, throwing Lovino back against the bed. His knees hit the edge and he fell back, staring straight up at Elizabeta fucking Héderváry. Gilbert didn’t stop, crawling over him with that same cocky-assed grin, hands shoving his shirt up over his stomach. That was all fine and good, even though Lovino didn’t like it that every time they fucked Gilbert insisted, rather violently, on taking the lead.
It made him pretty fucking pissed to be honest. Yeah, Gilbert was a really damn good lay. Even though Lovino would never really admit it out loud he was probably the best damn lay he’d ever had. Chicks were great and all, but they were all soft and curves. A woman had to be romanced, she had to be held the right way. Even if she liked it rough, there was only so rough you could go before you were at the point of things actually getting dangerous and as much as Lovino liked it rough sometimes, emergency room rough just wasn’t his idea of a good mind.
The thing about Gilbert was that even though he was a scrawny ass, and fuck was he scrawny, he was also somehow hiding muscle beneath it all. When Lovino pushed, Gilbert shoved right back. If he punched, Gilbert could throw one just as good. And fuck if there wasn’t something to be said for wrestling his way into bed when he didn’t have to keep half a mind aware to whether or not he was actually hurting someone. Plus it really helped that he didn’t give much of a fuck if Gilbert wound up in the emergency room. They only needed him for his voice, after all. If the rest of him busted up, it just made the chicks swarm to him all the more.
No, the problem now wasn’t the way Gilbert had ripped his shirt, twisting it up over his head and catching his wrists in the fabric. It wasn’t the way he was biting Lovino’s neck, not really giving a damn whether he bruised or left a mark. And it sure as hell wasn’t the way that every time Lovino growled and tried to kick him off he just rolled with it, pinning Lovino’s legs down under the force of his knees. The problem was that throughout all of it staring down over them with bedroom eyes like she was somehow getting off on it was Elizabeta Héderváry. It was creeping him out. It was fucking disturbing, and there was no way he was getting fucked while she was watching.
“Fucking get off,” he growled at Gilbert, twisting his arms against his own goddamn shirt, trying to throw the over man off.
“Yeah, I’m gonna,” Gilbert snickered against the skin of his chest, catching a nipple in his mouth and biting down.
Lovino couldn’t stop the startled moan that slipped past his lips but the least he could do was snarl at the end of it, moving his hands behind his head to push up and off the bed. “Like hell” he snapped, wincing as Gilbert’s teeth tightening around his nipple, “Get the fuck off me.”
“Awww, you pussying out, chickenshit?” Gilbert crooned licking across Lovino’s nipple before crawling forward on his knees and sitting up so his face was level.
“Fuck no,” Lovino muttered, scowling in spite of the flush that had crept across his face, “But we’re not fucking with her watching?”
Bemused, Gilbert turned and looked to the door of his room. It was closed and locked like he’d left it. “Are you seeing shit or something,” he asked with an amused snicker, “Cuz no one’s here but you and me.”
Lovino rolled his eyes in exhasperation, “I didn’t mean it like that, you shit for brains moron! I meant her,” he nodded up to the ceiling for emphasis so that Gilbert would get the fucking point.
“Huh?” Gilbert looked up, his grin slowly spreading as his eyes lit on the poster, “Oh, you’re talking about Elizabeta, huh?”
“Yeah, I’m talking about Elizabeta, you moron, what did you think I was talking about?”
Gilbert shrugged, smirking, “I dunno. What with all that Latin shit you spout, I thought maybe ittle bittle Lovino saw a ghost.”
“Fuck you,” Lovino interjected with a growl that quickly turned into a moan as Gilbert reached down and started rocking his palm against his cock through his pants.
“She’s fucking hot, isn’t she?” he teased, leaning in and catching Lovino’s earlobe between his teeth. “C’mon, I know you like chicks.”
“That’s not the-fucking asshole” Lovino hissed, Gilbert was working his zipper down now, catching the head of his cock through his boxers between two fingers and squeezing none-too-gently, “Goddamnit that’s not the point.”
“Yeah?” he asked, slipping his hand the rest of the way in and down Lovino’s length to fondle his balls idly in his hand. “So what’s the point, huh? She’s damn sexy. I don’t give a shit if you get off on her,” he added the last part with a swift stroke up Lovino’s cock, balls to head.
“Fucking-no,” Lovino spat, trying to twist back from him without falling back on the bed so he wouldn’t have to look at her again, “We are not fucking while she watches.”
“Heh, you talk like you’ve got a say in that,” Gilbert snorted, leaning in and forcing his mouth over Lovino’s to shut him up.
Lovino bit and Gilbert bit back. They were shoved against each other, Lovino twisting his arms behind his back to try and get them free, Gilbert matching him with his shoulders and chest pressed flush against Lovino’s. His hands were occupied, moving from Lovino’s crotch now to tugging and his boxers and jeans, tugging both of them down over Lovino’s hips and across his ass. Lovino kicked, twisting his hips and bucking against Gilbert because fuck it this was going to stop, but Gilbert just laughed against his mouth in reply. His pants were down and Gilbert was resting his knees in between Lovino’s thighs, shoving them apart, grinding his hips up against Lovino’s hard cock, the rough sensation of denim against his skin making Lovino twist his head back, eyes closed, letting out an angry moan.
And the moment his eyes opened, sure enough, she was still there. “Fuck,” he hissed, “Damnit Gilbert.”
“Chill the fuck out,” Gilbert scoffed, “So you don’t want to see her watching? Then watch this.”
Sitting back on his heels, Gilbert pushed Lovino’s pants the rest of the way off the bed until they joined the heap of dirty clothes on his floor. Grabbing him by the shoulder, he gave Lovino a hard shove, pushing him face down onto the bed, shifting to straddle his ass, grinding hard against it as he licked and bit his way up the other man’s spine.
“How’s this?” he snickered against Lovino’s ear, “I’ll fuck you like a dog and you can be as homo as you want to be.”
“Asshole,” Lovino growled, jerking and shoving his hips back against Gilbert’s.
“Oh, I think I can fuck that,” Gilbert snorted, reaching over Lovino with one hand, tugging open the top draw of his dresser and fishing a small bottle of lube and a condom out from between the socks and boxers.
“If you’re going to then just get it over with,” Lovino muttered, not wanting to admit that the position they were in actually did make it better.
“What’s that?” Gilbert asked, popping the bottle open and slicking his fingers, “You want me to fuck you slowly this time?” taunting, he swirled his finger around Lovino’s hole, teasing the edge, but not pushing in.
“Fuck you, I said get it over with,” Lovino snapped, jerking his hips back, onto Gilbert’s fingers for just a moment before they stopped, held back by a firm grip on his hipbone. Snarling, he turned back, glaring at Gilbert who held up his lube-slicked finger, wagged it back and forth with a way too fucking cocky of a grin.
“Nu uh,” Gilbert chided, taunting, “We’re doing this my way, bitch.”
“I hate you so fucking much,” Lovino growled back.
“Hah, yeah, I fucking love you too, princess,” Gilbert snickered, putting his finger back against Lovino’s hole, circling once more, slowly, scraping his nail against the puckered skin there before pushing in.
Lovino hissed, low and long, shivering slightly at the cold touch of Gilbert’s finger against him. Frustrated, he fisted his hands against the fabric of his shirt, stretching, pulling, and trying again to shove himself back against Gilbert’s finger. Gilbert just snickered, tightening the grip on his hip hard enough to bruise, fingers digging into his skin, as he slid his finger out before pushing it back in, agonizingly slow.
“How’s that for you, huh? You like being fucked like a pussy girl?” he asked, curling his finger and pulling it out, dragging it along inside Lovino.
“Goddamnit, Gilbert,” Lovino groaned at the sensation, it was too fucking little. He was already hard as fuck because of the way Gilbert had been touching him earlier. And it wasn’t like he was losing it. Fuck if he was losing it. Gilbert’s finger was curling just against his prostate and he fucking knew that Gilbert had to know what was he was doing. The jerkoff was just doing it to be a fucking asshole. And did he ever know it.
“Yeah? What’s God gonna damn about me? I’m too fucking awesome for that shit,” Gilbert gloated, keeping up his snail’s pace of a tempo, finger curling just right against his prostate before sluggishly dragging away.
“Bullshit, you’re no-nngh-!” Lovino began to protest before a low moan tore from his throat.
“Not what, huh?” Gilbert snickered, two fingers up Lovino’s ass, rolling slow, deliberate circles over his prostate, “Not fucking awesome? Not the most amazing person in the history of ever?” He smirked and reached around, lightly cradling Lovino’s balls in his hand, leaning over his back and biting at his earlobe, “Not the best goddamn fuck you’ve ever had?”
“It’s not the best fuck if you don’t fucking fuck me,” Lovino gritted out between clenched teeth, trying his best to hold the moans in.
“Heh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Gilbert smirked, licking at the curve of Lovino’s ear as he pushed a third finger in, letting it join his others in their steady caressing.
“Fucking-shit,” was Lovino’s only reply, ducking his head and trying to push his hips back against Gilbert’s fingers only to find them gone. Flushed and angry, he turned his head, staring right into Gilbert’s smirking eyes.
“What was that?” Gilbert asked, his voice low, breath brushing against Lovino’s lips. His hand had left Lovino’s balls now, returning to hold at his hip, keeping him still, “Couldn’t quite hear you there, pussy.”
“Fuck you,” Lovino vehemently spat and pushed himself back as hard as he could, crushing his lips against Gilbert’s in a kiss that was more teeth and tongue than anything else.
Beyond Gilbert’s ever-constant cocky snicker, he could hear the tell-tale tear of the condom package in the background. Mentally, he braced himself, pushing hard against Gilbert in the kiss, tongue darting out and teeth clanking against Gilbert’s, but the kiss hardly lasted a moment longer.
Abruptly, Gilbert pulled himself away, smirking, reaching up with the hand that had been at Lovino’s hip and fisting it in his hair, shoving his face down and into the pillow as he thrust his cock in with one smooth gesture. Lovino gave a cry of rage mixed with a throaty moan as the head of Gilbert’s cock slammed against his prostate and Gilbert only laughed.
“Come on,” he panted heavily, jerking Lovino’s head back by his hair, thrusting in and out of him hard and fast, “Who’s the man? Who’s the fucking man, bitch boy?”
“F-Fuck,” the strangled cry escaped Lovino’s mouth as he gasped for breath, moaning heavily as he rocked his hips back against Gilbert’s, “Shit-you. Bastard. Asshole.”
“That’s what I’m fucking,” Gilbert replied with a throaty laugh, punctuating each of his words with a hard thrust into Lovino’s ass, “And don’t you fucking forget it.”
“Damnit, harder you dick, fucking-harder!” Lovino growled between moans, shoving his hips back with each of Gilbert’s thrusts, driving his cock hard against his own prostate.
“You want it hard?” Gilbert snickered, reaching around to wrap a firm hand around Lovino’s cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts, “I’ll fuck you until you can’t even fucking walk, how’s that for hard?”
“Shut up and just do it then,” Lovino whimpered, breath coming heavy as he drove himself against the sweet friction that Gilbert’s hand offered.
This was more like it. The burn and pain that mixed each time Gilbert pounded his ass, the dull ache of his scalp as his fingers tightened their grip on Lovino’s hair. This was what he wanted, none of that stupid assed taking your time shit that Gilbert was pulling earlier. Just hard fucking pain that hurt so good. Lovino could feel it building, curses and moans mixing from his mouth as he came closer and closer to the edge.
But just as Lovino felt the tension thrum through him, the heady pleasure as his climax mounted he felt Gilbert shift over him, jerking his hair hard and pulling him back to tumble on the bed, facing the ceiling. Lovino’s eyes snapped open in surprise only a moment before he felt his body tense, orgasm coursing through him as he stared up into the come-hither eyes of Elizabeta Héderváry.
“You-asshole!” he cried, the words mixed with a keening moan and Gilbert’s laughter.
“I’m. Fucking. Awesome,” Gilbert crooned, pounding into Lovino’s ass as his own climax took him.
“That’s fucking creepy,” Lovino said, scowling up at the sultry come-hither gaze that Elizabeta was giving him from the ceiling.
“Man, you are a fucking homo,” Gilbert snickered, shutting and locking the door behind him. Not that Ludwig or Feliciano would come and interrupt them, as occupied as they were with “verbs” and “conjugations.”
“Bite me,” Lovino snapped and Gilbert did, at the side of his neck. Lovino growled and shoved back at him, jabbing his elbow, aimed at Gilbert’s gut. Gilbert just laughed against his neck, before pulling away, grabbing his elbow and twisting it, throwing Lovino back against the bed. His knees hit the edge and he fell back, staring straight up at Elizabeta fucking Héderváry. Gilbert didn’t stop, crawling over him with that same cocky-assed grin, hands shoving his shirt up over his stomach. That was all fine and good, even though Lovino didn’t like it that every time they fucked Gilbert insisted, rather violently, on taking the lead.
It made him pretty fucking pissed to be honest. Yeah, Gilbert was a really damn good lay. Even though Lovino would never really admit it out loud he was probably the best damn lay he’d ever had. Chicks were great and all, but they were all soft and curves. A woman had to be romanced, she had to be held the right way. Even if she liked it rough, there was only so rough you could go before you were at the point of things actually getting dangerous and as much as Lovino liked it rough sometimes, emergency room rough just wasn’t his idea of a good mind.
The thing about Gilbert was that even though he was a scrawny ass, and fuck was he scrawny, he was also somehow hiding muscle beneath it all. When Lovino pushed, Gilbert shoved right back. If he punched, Gilbert could throw one just as good. And fuck if there wasn’t something to be said for wrestling his way into bed when he didn’t have to keep half a mind aware to whether or not he was actually hurting someone. Plus it really helped that he didn’t give much of a fuck if Gilbert wound up in the emergency room. They only needed him for his voice, after all. If the rest of him busted up, it just made the chicks swarm to him all the more.
No, the problem now wasn’t the way Gilbert had ripped his shirt, twisting it up over his head and catching his wrists in the fabric. It wasn’t the way he was biting Lovino’s neck, not really giving a damn whether he bruised or left a mark. And it sure as hell wasn’t the way that every time Lovino growled and tried to kick him off he just rolled with it, pinning Lovino’s legs down under the force of his knees. The problem was that throughout all of it staring down over them with bedroom eyes like she was somehow getting off on it was Elizabeta Héderváry. It was creeping him out. It was fucking disturbing, and there was no way he was getting fucked while she was watching.
“Fucking get off,” he growled at Gilbert, twisting his arms against his own goddamn shirt, trying to throw the over man off.
“Yeah, I’m gonna,” Gilbert snickered against the skin of his chest, catching a nipple in his mouth and biting down.
Lovino couldn’t stop the startled moan that slipped past his lips but the least he could do was snarl at the end of it, moving his hands behind his head to push up and off the bed. “Like hell” he snapped, wincing as Gilbert’s teeth tightening around his nipple, “Get the fuck off me.”
“Awww, you pussying out, chickenshit?” Gilbert crooned licking across Lovino’s nipple before crawling forward on his knees and sitting up so his face was level.
“Fuck no,” Lovino muttered, scowling in spite of the flush that had crept across his face, “But we’re not fucking with her watching?”
Bemused, Gilbert turned and looked to the door of his room. It was closed and locked like he’d left it. “Are you seeing shit or something,” he asked with an amused snicker, “Cuz no one’s here but you and me.”
Lovino rolled his eyes in exhasperation, “I didn’t mean it like that, you shit for brains moron! I meant her,” he nodded up to the ceiling for emphasis so that Gilbert would get the fucking point.
“Huh?” Gilbert looked up, his grin slowly spreading as his eyes lit on the poster, “Oh, you’re talking about Elizabeta, huh?”
“Yeah, I’m talking about Elizabeta, you moron, what did you think I was talking about?”
Gilbert shrugged, smirking, “I dunno. What with all that Latin shit you spout, I thought maybe ittle bittle Lovino saw a ghost.”
“Fuck you,” Lovino interjected with a growl that quickly turned into a moan as Gilbert reached down and started rocking his palm against his cock through his pants.
“She’s fucking hot, isn’t she?” he teased, leaning in and catching Lovino’s earlobe between his teeth. “C’mon, I know you like chicks.”
“That’s not the-fucking asshole” Lovino hissed, Gilbert was working his zipper down now, catching the head of his cock through his boxers between two fingers and squeezing none-too-gently, “Goddamnit that’s not the point.”
“Yeah?” he asked, slipping his hand the rest of the way in and down Lovino’s length to fondle his balls idly in his hand. “So what’s the point, huh? She’s damn sexy. I don’t give a shit if you get off on her,” he added the last part with a swift stroke up Lovino’s cock, balls to head.
“Fucking-no,” Lovino spat, trying to twist back from him without falling back on the bed so he wouldn’t have to look at her again, “We are not fucking while she watches.”
“Heh, you talk like you’ve got a say in that,” Gilbert snorted, leaning in and forcing his mouth over Lovino’s to shut him up.
Lovino bit and Gilbert bit back. They were shoved against each other, Lovino twisting his arms behind his back to try and get them free, Gilbert matching him with his shoulders and chest pressed flush against Lovino’s. His hands were occupied, moving from Lovino’s crotch now to tugging and his boxers and jeans, tugging both of them down over Lovino’s hips and across his ass. Lovino kicked, twisting his hips and bucking against Gilbert because fuck it this was going to stop, but Gilbert just laughed against his mouth in reply. His pants were down and Gilbert was resting his knees in between Lovino’s thighs, shoving them apart, grinding his hips up against Lovino’s hard cock, the rough sensation of denim against his skin making Lovino twist his head back, eyes closed, letting out an angry moan.
And the moment his eyes opened, sure enough, she was still there. “Fuck,” he hissed, “Damnit Gilbert.”
“Chill the fuck out,” Gilbert scoffed, “So you don’t want to see her watching? Then watch this.”
Sitting back on his heels, Gilbert pushed Lovino’s pants the rest of the way off the bed until they joined the heap of dirty clothes on his floor. Grabbing him by the shoulder, he gave Lovino a hard shove, pushing him face down onto the bed, shifting to straddle his ass, grinding hard against it as he licked and bit his way up the other man’s spine.
“How’s this?” he snickered against Lovino’s ear, “I’ll fuck you like a dog and you can be as homo as you want to be.”
“Asshole,” Lovino growled, jerking and shoving his hips back against Gilbert’s.
“Oh, I think I can fuck that,” Gilbert snorted, reaching over Lovino with one hand, tugging open the top draw of his dresser and fishing a small bottle of lube and a condom out from between the socks and boxers.
“If you’re going to then just get it over with,” Lovino muttered, not wanting to admit that the position they were in actually did make it better.
“What’s that?” Gilbert asked, popping the bottle open and slicking his fingers, “You want me to fuck you slowly this time?” taunting, he swirled his finger around Lovino’s hole, teasing the edge, but not pushing in.
“Fuck you, I said get it over with,” Lovino snapped, jerking his hips back, onto Gilbert’s fingers for just a moment before they stopped, held back by a firm grip on his hipbone. Snarling, he turned back, glaring at Gilbert who held up his lube-slicked finger, wagged it back and forth with a way too fucking cocky of a grin.
“Nu uh,” Gilbert chided, taunting, “We’re doing this my way, bitch.”
“I hate you so fucking much,” Lovino growled back.
“Hah, yeah, I fucking love you too, princess,” Gilbert snickered, putting his finger back against Lovino’s hole, circling once more, slowly, scraping his nail against the puckered skin there before pushing in.
Lovino hissed, low and long, shivering slightly at the cold touch of Gilbert’s finger against him. Frustrated, he fisted his hands against the fabric of his shirt, stretching, pulling, and trying again to shove himself back against Gilbert’s finger. Gilbert just snickered, tightening the grip on his hip hard enough to bruise, fingers digging into his skin, as he slid his finger out before pushing it back in, agonizingly slow.
“How’s that for you, huh? You like being fucked like a pussy girl?” he asked, curling his finger and pulling it out, dragging it along inside Lovino.
“Goddamnit, Gilbert,” Lovino groaned at the sensation, it was too fucking little. He was already hard as fuck because of the way Gilbert had been touching him earlier. And it wasn’t like he was losing it. Fuck if he was losing it. Gilbert’s finger was curling just against his prostate and he fucking knew that Gilbert had to know what was he was doing. The jerkoff was just doing it to be a fucking asshole. And did he ever know it.
“Yeah? What’s God gonna damn about me? I’m too fucking awesome for that shit,” Gilbert gloated, keeping up his snail’s pace of a tempo, finger curling just right against his prostate before sluggishly dragging away.
“Bullshit, you’re no-nngh-!” Lovino began to protest before a low moan tore from his throat.
“Not what, huh?” Gilbert snickered, two fingers up Lovino’s ass, rolling slow, deliberate circles over his prostate, “Not fucking awesome? Not the most amazing person in the history of ever?” He smirked and reached around, lightly cradling Lovino’s balls in his hand, leaning over his back and biting at his earlobe, “Not the best goddamn fuck you’ve ever had?”
“It’s not the best fuck if you don’t fucking fuck me,” Lovino gritted out between clenched teeth, trying his best to hold the moans in.
“Heh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Gilbert smirked, licking at the curve of Lovino’s ear as he pushed a third finger in, letting it join his others in their steady caressing.
“Fucking-shit,” was Lovino’s only reply, ducking his head and trying to push his hips back against Gilbert’s fingers only to find them gone. Flushed and angry, he turned his head, staring right into Gilbert’s smirking eyes.
“What was that?” Gilbert asked, his voice low, breath brushing against Lovino’s lips. His hand had left Lovino’s balls now, returning to hold at his hip, keeping him still, “Couldn’t quite hear you there, pussy.”
“Fuck you,” Lovino vehemently spat and pushed himself back as hard as he could, crushing his lips against Gilbert’s in a kiss that was more teeth and tongue than anything else.
Beyond Gilbert’s ever-constant cocky snicker, he could hear the tell-tale tear of the condom package in the background. Mentally, he braced himself, pushing hard against Gilbert in the kiss, tongue darting out and teeth clanking against Gilbert’s, but the kiss hardly lasted a moment longer.
Abruptly, Gilbert pulled himself away, smirking, reaching up with the hand that had been at Lovino’s hip and fisting it in his hair, shoving his face down and into the pillow as he thrust his cock in with one smooth gesture. Lovino gave a cry of rage mixed with a throaty moan as the head of Gilbert’s cock slammed against his prostate and Gilbert only laughed.
“Come on,” he panted heavily, jerking Lovino’s head back by his hair, thrusting in and out of him hard and fast, “Who’s the man? Who’s the fucking man, bitch boy?”
“F-Fuck,” the strangled cry escaped Lovino’s mouth as he gasped for breath, moaning heavily as he rocked his hips back against Gilbert’s, “Shit-you. Bastard. Asshole.”
“That’s what I’m fucking,” Gilbert replied with a throaty laugh, punctuating each of his words with a hard thrust into Lovino’s ass, “And don’t you fucking forget it.”
“Damnit, harder you dick, fucking-harder!” Lovino growled between moans, shoving his hips back with each of Gilbert’s thrusts, driving his cock hard against his own prostate.
“You want it hard?” Gilbert snickered, reaching around to wrap a firm hand around Lovino’s cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts, “I’ll fuck you until you can’t even fucking walk, how’s that for hard?”
“Shut up and just do it then,” Lovino whimpered, breath coming heavy as he drove himself against the sweet friction that Gilbert’s hand offered.
This was more like it. The burn and pain that mixed each time Gilbert pounded his ass, the dull ache of his scalp as his fingers tightened their grip on Lovino’s hair. This was what he wanted, none of that stupid assed taking your time shit that Gilbert was pulling earlier. Just hard fucking pain that hurt so good. Lovino could feel it building, curses and moans mixing from his mouth as he came closer and closer to the edge.
But just as Lovino felt the tension thrum through him, the heady pleasure as his climax mounted he felt Gilbert shift over him, jerking his hair hard and pulling him back to tumble on the bed, facing the ceiling. Lovino’s eyes snapped open in surprise only a moment before he felt his body tense, orgasm coursing through him as he stared up into the come-hither eyes of Elizabeta Héderváry.
“You-asshole!” he cried, the words mixed with a keening moan and Gilbert’s laughter.
“I’m. Fucking. Awesome,” Gilbert crooned, pounding into Lovino’s ass as his own climax took him.