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A certain angry Italian man sat in bed, with his phone in hand. He sat there watching the door impatiently with his white grumpy cat. He caressed the cat’s brown markings, earning a soft purr from the cat.
“I’m home Lovino!!” A muted voice from the door shouted out enthusiastically while opening the door to their bedroom, startling the Italian and his cat.
Lovino met him with an obviously annoyed expression.
“I called out for you earlier and you didn’t answer?” his mood quickly faltering at Lovino’s face. “Are you mad at me..?”
The Italian rolled his eyes with a huff and turned back to his phone. Gilbert sighed loudly, kicking off his shoes and crawled on top of the bed.
“I just came home and you’re already being difficult.”
Gilbert crawled closer to him, moving the curled up cat out of the way and then trapping his lover in his arms. He wrapped his arms around Lovino’s waist, lifting his shirt up to feel his skin. The southern Italian shivered from his cold hands.
The white aloof cat leaped off from the bed and onto the ground.
“You’re cold…” he kept texting on his phone.
The albino smiled and lifted his chin up to glance at Lovino’s phone. “Who you texting?”
Lovino moved his phone down. Hazel green eyes meeting Gilbert’s bloody red ones.
“Feli.”
“About what?”
“Why do you care.” He looks down at his phone again, furrowing his eyebrows.
Gilbert’s expression dropped again, “I don’t understand why you’re so angry.” He grumbled now playing with Lovino’s waistband.
The smaller male shifted his hips forward onto Gilbert. “You were ignoring me.”
“I wasn’t ignoring you! Okay.. maybe I was earlier today.. but that was because me and west were busy with work!”
“Exactly,” he stopped typing, midway through a conversation, and placed his phone on his chest.
“Fine, I won’t ignore you anymore.”
“Prove it!” He blushed, pushing his hips into the Prussian’s.
“Of course,” he slide his sweatpants off from its position. “Where’s your lube?”
“Uhm,” Lovino was snapped out of his thoughts, “the top drawer.. I think.”
Gilbert kept his heavy grip on Lovino’s hip while looking for the lubricant. And in the top drawer it was, hiding along with other interesting items.
He slid the Italian’s underwear off his hips, immediately being met with a semi-hard tan cock. Lovino blushed furiously and turned his face in another direction. Causing the taller male to grin up at him.
Gilbert gave his tip a small peck and open the lube, pouring a tiny amount on his hand. He wrapped his hand around the Italian’s length and began to lazily stroke him.
Lovino’s breath hitched, he messily played with the Prussian’s white hair. Petting his snowy soft hair through squinted eyes. He pressed his lips together in a disgruntled frown to keep a breathy moan from escaping.
He carefully and gently lifted the smaller male’s tan legs further apart and up. He hauled one on to his shoulder, keeping the soft inner skin of his knee against Gilbert’s lanky shoulder.
His free hand searching for the bottle of lube he threw in the blankets earlier. He opened the cap again and poured a tiny amount on his skinny fingers, spreading it around smoothly.
“Hurry up,” Lovino kicked him on the back with the heel of his foot, “I can’t keep this position forever idiot.”
“So impatient…”
Gilbert circled the ring of skin before pressing his finger in and being ingolfed by the tight heat of the Italian’s hole.
With an uncomfortable moan, Lovino shifted his hips trying to get used to the weird feeling. He let out a sharp breath as he watched the pale country work him open with a weak amount of lube.
“U-use more lube d-dumbass—“
His voice was quickly met with a loud ringing coming straight from his phone.
Both countries fell silent in confusion.
Lovino reached for his phone, digging it out of the blankets it was sitting on. He hurriedly picked it up and stared at his phone with a flustered expression once he saw the id caller.
“Feli?!” The tan man yelped angrily with a surprised tone.
Gilbert glanced over to get a peek, he quickly snatched the phone out of Lovino’s unexpected weak grip.
With a surprised expression, the Italian reached over to steal his phone back but quickly stopped when a finger curled into a certain sweet spot in his asshole.
He let out a frustrated moan, purchasing a devious laugh from Gilbert.
“I should get revenge on you for your attitude towards me,” he teased over the loud ringing of the phone.
Gilbert clicked answer with his free hand, before it was too late, as he did he shoved another finger into Lovino’s tight entrance.
“Fratello!!” A higher pitched voice came from the phone.
Lovino quickly and sharply covered his mouth with his hands, although he wasn’t really being noisy in the first place.
“Hallo Ita-Chan, this isn’t Lovi,” Gilbert grinned with his words as he looked down at the angry Italian he was currently fingering.
Said Italian removed his hands to mouth up at him ‘I hate you stupid jerk!’
“Ciao Gilbert!! Is Lovino busy right now??” Feliciano’s voice hinted with confusion, louder now that Gilbert had put him on speaker for Lovino to hear better.
“You could say that.”
Lovino kicked him again with his ankle.
“Aww, well I guess I will have to call later!!”
“Lovi could answer soon after he’s done,” he dug his fingers deeper into the smaller male, “or you could always tell me and I can tell him later.”
“Hmm, I’m not sure if he wants me to tell you.. he said you’re not very good at keeping secrets.”
Lovino’s face flushed, he grew upset from his brother exposing him like that.
“C-certainly it can’t be that hard for me to hide! I’m great at hiding things!!” He was slowly losing confidence, hearing insults like that from Lovino was one thing but from feliciano!
“Hmm..” Feliciano stayed silent, indicating he was thinking about his decision. Either tell him what they were planning and potentially get yelled at by his brother, which was most likely what was going to happen, or keep his mouth shut.
While the other line stayed silent Gilbert continued to keep a steady pace with his fingers. Eliciting muffled moans from the older Italian.
“Are you still there ita-Chan?”
“Si, si! Well I guess I could just tell you.. but you have to promise me you won’t tell Ludwig!!”
Lovino smacked his forehead from his brother’s stupidity.
“I’ll keep my mouth shut!!”
“Okay well, me and my fratello were planning to go on a vacation all 4 of us together!! Since you and Ludwig had been working so hard on your country duties, we could all get a nice break from all of it for a while!” He rambled happily explaining his plan.
As that happened Gilbert interrupted him every now and then to give a small ‘mmhm.’ He pulled his fingers out of the tight heat, Lovino holding back a groan, and watched it pulse impatiently for something new and bigger to enter it.
“…but my fratello said he would absolutely not go to a cold place! And because of that we were thinking maybe the beach??”
“Sounds alright to me..” he answered, while still faking his listening.
Gilbert used the lube in the bottle to slick his cock up, he pressed it against Lovino’s tan cheeks. He caressed the soft smooth skin that made him hard. All while watching the glossy hole that winked and gaped open to take his length.
“..how does that sound to you?? I mean it is our country and knowing Lovino, he’s probably been to most of the beaches down in the south..”
Gilbert scrambled to recollect his thoughts, “Ah sorry Uhmm… yeah I bet he has!!”
The tan country puffed his cheeks up trying not to laugh at his pathetic attempt at pretending to listen. He shifted his hips onto Gilbert’s cock, missing terribly, to show he was obviously impatient.
The Prussian took notice of this and held his hip in place, his strong grip restraining from movement.
“Hey Feli I think Lovi can talk to you again!” He spoke in a teasing tone. Lovino furiously shook his head no, he could not let his brother hear him like this!
“Hooray!!”
Gilbert handed him the phone, he had no idea why he was following along with this stupid situation. And it really wasn’t helping that the Germanic country’s tip was almost inside of him.
“What do you want.” He picked up the phone, coldly responding.
“Ciao fratello!! Gil told me you were busy and couldn’t pick up the phone earlier, how are you doing??” The younger Italian asked with obvious excitement.
“I-I’m fine..” he struggled to speak with Gilbert pushing his hard, already leaking, cock into Lovino’s heat.
“What you up to?? Is it more work??” His voice fell at the mention of work.
“N-no!! Just.. uhm.. dinner. I’m making dinner.”
The Prussian nation held in a snicker, he pushed further in. Digging his length deep and snug into Lovino.
Feliciano gasped excitedly, “is it pasta?!” He exclaimed, if he had a tail it would’ve been wagging like crazy with how happy he was.
“Mmfh— hmm!” He quickly covered up his moan, pretending to agree.
“Could you bring me some??”
“N-no! I made it for me… and my German bastard.. not for you and your bastard!!”
“Oh..” Feliciano fell silent.
As the younger male sorrowed in silence, Gilbert took advantage of the quiet call and gripped onto Lovino’s plush, tan hips. He drawed his own hips out and slammed back in hard.
“Nnngah~!” The older Italian moaned out, he quickly slapped a hand over his mouth.
“Fratello?? Are you okay?!” He sounded worried.
“Y-yes idiota..” his voiced was muffled.
The Prussian held his hips tightly with both hands, letting him slam into Lovino’s hole as hard as he wanted. Lovino watched him with squinted eyes and lust. Every rough movement erupting a muffled noise out of him.
“Lovi are you sure you’re okay?? It sounds like you’re hurt—“
“I-I’m fine!! Quit it!” He struggled to form a coherent sentence.
The oldest male quickened his pace, skin slapping skin filled the room quickly. They would be surprised if Feliciano couldn’t hear it through the phone call.
In a dominating manner, Gilbert switched his hands from the tan male’s hips to his legs. The older Italian let out a surprised noise. It wasn’t very common that Gilbert would force Lovino, consentally, into submission like this.
He grabbed onto his thighs, groaning quietly when Lovino accidentally tightened around him. He slammed them down onto the bed, raising his own hips higher up causing a change of the angle. Lovino held back a yelp when he was nearly bent in half, the phone nearly falling out of his hand.
The new angle of thrust, quickly met his prostate. Lovino reacted quickly, he held his breath in stopping every noise that wanted to escape his body.
“Lovino are you listening to me??” A familiar higher pitched voice spoke through the phone. Lovino gulped a moan down his throat.
“Y-ya you bastard..!” He shakily squeaked as sweat beaded off his face.
“Are you really sure you’re okay?? You sound like you’re in pain, fratello? Is something wrong??”
Lovino whinced and bit down onto his lower lip, eyes rolling back, as Gilbert’s hips smashed into his repeatedly, over and over, the pace quickening as Lovino tried to count them.
The worry in the younger Italian’s voice started to stress him out but the lingering thought that Feliciano could potentially figure out what was really happening behind the phone, if it weren’t for his cluelessness, was exciting him moreover.
“I-I already told y-you I’m fine idiota…” he indeed was not fine, far for it actually. But he still tried to keep his composure.
Lovino really didn’t want to admit it but he was a huge mess, he wrinkled the bed with his struggles and Gilbert’s hard thrusts with muffled huffs for air escaped his lungs, a dark blush beautifully painted his tan skin and as drool dripped its way down his chin and onto the bed.
The Prussian couldn’t help but be happy of the needy mess he had made of the Italian. He admired the scene like a painter inspecting their work.
“If you say so…” he fell silent on the other line.
This snapped Gilbert out of his sloppy thrusts. He rutted his hips forward, digging himself deep inside the smaller Italian. Air quickly left Romano’s lungs from the harsh movement.
“Uhm.. I think I should be going!! I’ll talk to you later.. once you’re in a better mood and uhm.. condition..?” The northern Italian region awkwardly stuttered out.
Romano let out a surprised whimper, he gripped his phone tightly, another place in his body tightening up as well forcing a noise out of the Prussian.
“Eh?! What do you mean by that you jerk!!”
“N-nothing!! I just think you should rest!! We will talk tomorrow about this fratello, we have plenty of time to plan this trip! Okay!”
“Y-you imbecile! Fine!! Hang up on me see if I fucking care!!” Gilbert held back a snicker. Seeing an angry Lovino during sex was not very common happening.
“Okay I’ll talk to you tomorrow Lovi.. Buonanotte!!” He bubbly spoke into the speaker before hanging up.
Lovino grumbled angry insults in Italian as his brother hung up on him. He sighed loudly when he heard the line disconnect.
“That absolute fucking.. idiot!!” He sizzled in frustration unable to even speak. Gilbert finally opened his mouth, he bursted out laughing. The Italian glared up at him with crossed arms, "I hate you.." he pouted.
"What are you even mad at, all he did was hang up on you? Does a simple action like that really get on your nerves??"
"Yes!! We got zero planning down and this jerk just hung up on me!!"
“You were in no condition to speak..” Gilbert rutted his hips roughly into Lovino’s. The smaller male let out a high pitched noise, the movement reminding him of the situation.
“And you wouldn’t stop worsening the goddamn situation!!” He pointed in his lover’s face, a tan finger meeting a pale nose.
“I’m surprised ita-Chan couldn’t figure out what was happening.. especially with how loud you were being.” He grinned, starting to thrust again, building up a steady pace.
“Y-you— you— ugh!!!” He gave up on his counterattack, dragging the last word. Achieving another laugh from the taller male.
Lovino’s wobbly body gave out as well, allowing Gilbert to manhandle and push him in any position. He wrapped his rougher, larger hangs around tan plush hips. He pushed his length in and out, brutally and hastily. His cock drawing almost completely out and back in deeper each time.
With stiffled whimpers, despite not having to worry about being quiet, Lovino tugged at the blankets on the bed as he arched his spine off the comfort, warmth of the sheets.
“M-mío dio..! Si.. s-si si.!!” He begged, the warm, creamy release building up in his cock.
“Scheiße…” Gilbert moaned along with him. He captured the smaller, tan male with his arms. He held his waist and tucked his face into Lovino’s sweaty neck, breathing heavily against the sensitive skin. Breathing in the sex hormones of the Italian.
“Cazzo! Cazzo!! I-I’m close god damnit!!” His smaller frame writhed. He locked the Prussian’s neck down onto his own with his arms—holding him in place closely. Lovino moved his head to the other side, eyes shut tightly as a particular sensitive curl bunched up.
“I can tell.” He grunted, smacking his hips savagely into the Italian’s hole as deep as possible. Lovino shakily flinched, his hips were definitely going to cause him so much pain tomorrow but in the end worth it. Not like it mattered, he could just make it Gil’s problem.
Gilbert came deep inside him, filling the smaller male swiftly. Cum had already began to try and escape the compact space.
“G-grazie….” he weakly mumbled out in his language again, knowing the German nation wouldn’t understand. Lovino came following his lover—the squished space in between the pair becoming wet and sticky.
“You did good.. I’m proud of you Lovi,” Gilbert spoke in a softer tone after that harsher treatment. “Are you still mad at me for all of that??” He smirked on flushed skin.
“Yes.”
Gilbert stroked his abused hips, “of course you are.” He smiled, knowing that was going to be his answer.
“What’s that supposed to mean jerk..” he mumbled in the other’s ear.
“Nothing,” Gilbert kissed his lover’s tan throat. He carefully reached his free hand down to slipped his now flaccid cock out of Lovino’s tightness. The hot cum dribbling out and down the smaller nation’s buttocks
Lovino shivered uncomfortably as he felt it escape him. His lover slapped the limp length on Lovino’s agape hole, creating a wet slapping noise.
“Does anything hurt Lovi?”
“No.” His body weakly gave up, and lied on the soft bed, wet and messy but cozy atleast.
“Good..” Gilbert closed his eyes content with that answer. He intertwined both of their legs with his head resting on Lovino’s shoulder. Still rubbing the harsh red marks on his hips.
“T-ti amo..” he whispered, hoping his boyfriend wouldn’t hear him. His body stiffing up from embarrassment.
Gilbert opened his eyes again, almost dozing off to sleep, he looked up at the flustered face beside him. “Ich liebe dich to you too… now go to bed like ita told you to,” he closed his eyes again and pressed himself closer for comfort.
“We will talk and clean you up later… right now, I just need your warmth.” He added on.
“Right,” Lovino mumbled and then closed his eyes along with Gilbert’s. Lovino hugged the pale man tightly, searching for that amazing loving feeling. And of course he found it, both of them finding it in each other.