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Dim light filters through the half drawn curtains as Lovino rolls over, body pressing into the soft form of his least favourite Spaniard. His head rests gently, almost perfectly against Antonio’s chest as he continues to rest. A sense of calm filling him as he sleeps peacefully, unaware of the fact that he’s being observed.. Antonio, who has already been awake for awhile, gazes down at him happily. A lazy smile plastered against his lips as he brushes a stray strand of hair out of Lovino’s perfect face, fingers tracing his tanned skin before traversing back up into his smooth umber coloured hair, slowly trailing up before they reach that one stubborn curl that never seems to sit back down, no matter how many times Antonio brushes it.
His fingers pause their journey for a moment before he decides to twist the curl around his finger, eliciting a soft sound from the sleeping boy.
“Lovi”
the Spaniard whispers almost reverently, gently pulling the curl again, causing the younger man to let out yet another disgruntled sound before slowly blinking.
“What do you want, you bastard…”
Lovino groans as he sits up, rubbing his eyes to alleviate them from the remaining grasp of sleep. Without a single word in response, Antonio leans forward, placing a soft pec on Lovino’s forehead as he does.
“I just wanted to talk to you, Mi Corazóne.”
The older boy finally answers. His words calm with a sense of contentment.
“What about? And don’t call me that, idiota!”
Lovino hisses, gruffly. His voice still weighed down with sleep as he attempts to sit up straight. However, Antonio has other plans, instead opting to keep the smaller boy pressed right up against his chest.
“Right Right, I’m sorry Lovi!”
Says the lighter haired man, in a far too unapologetic tone if you ask Lovino.
“I was wondering what you wanted to have for breakfast today? We could go to the store or I could make you something?”
Offered Antonio, hands rubbing soothing circles onto Lovino’s skin as he talks. Eventually the Italian opens his mouth to speak, his words so quiet that Antonio thought he had misheard him at first.
“Nothing, just stay here..”
at his words Antonio’s eyes widen in pleasant surprise. His Lovino wanted him to stay cuddling with him? Surely this is too good to be true..
“Ah sorry, what was that Lovi?”
He questions, moving a hand to rub the back of his head apologetically. Lovino doesn’t respond immediately however, Antonio almost instantly senses that he has said something wrong. Sure enough, not even a moment later, Lovino flares.
“I SAID I’M NOT HUNGRY, YOU BASTARDO!”
He huffs before hiding his face in the oh so welcoming chest of his boyfriend.
“Just.. go make coffee or something.”
Before Antonio can open his mouth again he feels an intense loss of warmth as the smaller boy pulls away. His back now facing him as he hears him let out a small indignant huff.
“Lovino..”
Antonio almost whines.
“Mi Tesoro, come back!”
When the Italian still stubbornly refuses, Antonio takes matters into his own hands. Moving up behind Lovino and wrapping his arms around his waist, his body beautifully moulding against the other man’s.
“Get off of me, you weirdo!”
Lovino barks indignantly. However, Antonio knows he doesn’t really mean it, Lovino just struggles with showing emotions sometimes, that just makes it all the more sweeter when he is affectionate.
Antonio presses his face into Lovino’s hair, the lovely scent of tomatoes and something distinctly Lovino fills his senses as he breathes in deeply, trying to savour the smell and feeling of the cute, younger, boy.
“Lovi, look at me..”
he requests gently, his fingers caressing Lovino’s sides as he does. His words are met with a small shake of the head. At that he sighs, falling silent for a minute before practically pleading.
“Please, Lovi? Just one moment..”
silence.. and then the bed creaks as Lovino begins to turn in his grasp. Once he does the sight causes Antonio to take a sharp intake of breath. Because right there is Lovino his Lovino, a small blush coating his cheeks as he glares up at him.
“Oh Lovi.. you look beautiful”
breathes Antonio. A smitten look plastering his handsome features.
“Sh-shut up! Stupid Antonio, always being so disgustingly gentle and romantic!”
Lovino almost shouts, his gaze pulling away from Antonio’s sharply as if he’s embarrassed.
“Stupid Antonio..”
Lovino mumbles, repeating his previous statement almost to himself as if he’s trying to convince himself of its legitimacy.
Antonio lets out a happy sigh, fingers moving to guide Lovino’s face back to his. Grasping his chin and ever so slightly pulling at his lower lip. He waits a moment, merely admiring the younger boy’s beauty before closing his eyes and leaning in. Mouths meeting in a chaste kiss before Lovino pulls away. Rubbing at his lips with his sleeve, making a show of trying to rid himself of the Spaniards ‘diseases’ as he calls it. He doesn’t get very far though, just as he's about to yell multiple expletives at Antonio in Italian, he’s cut off once again by the calming press of lips against his, and when Antonio curls his fingers into his hair? It’s over for Lovino.
The shorter man finally gives in and lets the Spaniard kiss him, eventually moving so he’s straddling him, plush thighs spreading apart and clamping down he clambers onto the Spanish man’s legs. At the contact Lovino shivers and Antonio leans back in, scattering kisses from the tip of Lovino’s nose to his cheek and then the corner of his mouth before finally moving down to his neck. Lovino bites the bottom of his lip to suppress a small sound from breaking free as Antonio sinks his teeth into his supple flesh.
“Mm Lovi, you taste amazing”
the Spaniard praises, hands exploring the Italians body as he does. For once Lovino doesn’t hiss a sharp remark in return, instead focusing on suppressing his little noises as they threaten to spill past his well kissed lips. At a particular hard bite Lovi can’t hold back his gasp. In apology Antonio gives the sensitive skin a quick lock and a small kiss. Just as Lovino is ready to lean into the touch, to give in, Antonio pulls back. A teasing glint in his stunning green eyes.
“Alright, I’ll go make that coffee you desperately want now.”
Antonio states before giving Lovino one final kiss, gently ushering the other man off of his lap before standing up.
Lovino just stares in disbelief, his brain working overtime to make sense of what his boyfriend is doing. Eventually it clicks and he begins mustering up his anger before shouting
“SCREW YOU, ANTONIO!”
To that Antonio just smiles before walking out of the bedroom, leaving Lovino to flop back down onto the bed. As he lays there, still panting slightly from the previous encounter he grabs one of Antonio’s pillows and promptly chucks it at the ceiling. Watching it spin through the air before plummeting back down and landing right on top of his face.
‘As if this couldn’t get any worse’
thought Lovino before grabbing the pillow again and rolling over onto his side.
“That dumb jerk! Leaving me all alone after… after…”
Lovino whines just thinking about it. After playing the events over again in his mind he decides that, no, he will not take this! Especially from a jerk like Antonio! He’s going to be really sorry when he comes back to bed…
THE END!
[ until part two… maybe… ]