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Of course Lovino wouldn’t survive without a mountain of blankets in the German winter. Gilbert was reluctant to even sleep in the same bed when he saw the pile of sheets and comforters, fully knowing he’d be sweating his ass off the entire night. After some convincing, which was just Lovino glaring at the German until he gave in, Gilbert huffed and joined his partner in the sheets.
“Is it warm enough?” Gilbert pushed the blankets aside, deciding one layer of sheets would be enough for himself.
“Not even close,” Lovino scoffed, turning on his side to look at the other man. “Why are your winters trying to one up the Arctic?”
Gilbert smirked, pulling the Italian closer to his chest, “I’d take it any day over your summers.” He rested his head against the plush pillow with a content sigh. “Besides, it gives me a good excuse to share a bed with you.”
Loving grumbled, though he didn’t fight back when being pulled closer, “Stai zitto. You say that like I haven’t fucked you before… Why are you acting like a stupid teenager?”
The German gave a simple shrug, closing his eyes as his arms made their way around the tanned hips he was oh so fond of, “Can’t a man get a little excited to spend the night with his boyfriend?”
“God, you’re gonna make me puke,” Lovino scrunched up his face in disgust. He hated getting all lovey dovey; it made him feel embarrassed in a way that he couldn’t put into words. It was like the whole world would shun him out of society if he showed an ounce of undying love towards anyone.
Gilbert would get lucky to receive a soft smile every once in a while, but he’s grown used to the rough love Lovino brought to the table in their relationship. He wouldn’t have it any other way - he’s fought too hard for this and he wouldn’t give it away because Lovino wasn’t sappy like he was.
“Just go to sleep before you get this fist in your face, bastardo…” Lovino grumbled. He paused for a moment before placing a soft peck on Gilbert’s cheek. “buona notte.”
“Love you too, Schatz,” the German pressed his forehead into the other’s. He had to savor the moment while it lasted, whether that meant suffering in a mountain of blankets or taking the lashings from his partner. Either way, Gilbert would take the beatings, and he knew deep down that Lovino was thankful for that.