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They stumbled around the bedroom, their lips practically glued together, clutching at each other as they let out small gasps of air before diving back into the kiss. One of Lovino's hands stayed firmly planted on the back of Gilbert's head, pulling slightly at his hair as he pulled the German closer, while his other hand pushed gently but surely at Gilbert's shoulder to back them into a wall. Gilbert let out a small grunt as his back hit the wall, the sound swallowed into the kiss as it deepened. His hands traveled from Lovino's face to trace his sides, finally settling at the Italian's hips, making their way under his shirt.
Gilbert could feel Lovino smirk against his lips before the Italian suddenly pulled away to grab his face and turn it sharply to the side. The German let out a small, surprised sound at the action, his blush darkening even more as Lovino latched onto his neck, biting and sucking at the pale skin. Gilbert stifled a moan as Lovino bit at a particularly sensitive place, and his hands traveled farther under the Italian's shirt and up his back. Lovino left even more marks on Gilbert's neck, trailing down to his collarbone as his warm hands slipped under the German's shirt as well.
Both of their shirts were quickly discarded, and Gilbert pushed Lovino right in front of the bed, trapping him in another searing kiss that left both of them breathless. They parted, and Lovino smirked as he admired the marks make on Gilbert's neck. Gilbert, meanwhile, was dazed but so incredibly exhilarated. He leaned forward to press his lips against Lovino's neck, panting slightly.
"Lovi…" he said shakily, "I want you."
Lovino hummed, equally as breathless, before letting out a small moan as Gilbert bit down. "Hah, tell me what you want, tesoro." Gilbert made a tiny, almost embarrassed sound, hiding his face against Lovino's neck.
"Lovino… I want you to fuck me," he panted, "Please?" Lovino's lips curved into a smile at the desperation, tracing his hands along Gilbert's chest.
"Hm, are you sure? Your experience being the bottom is… lacking," he replied huskily. It was true, Gilbert had never bottomed before, but the thought of the proud German moaning his name as Lovino thrusted into him brought a particular warmth between the Italian's legs.
Gilbert nodded vigorously, his eyes dazed and his cheeks flushed.
"I trust you. I need you. Please, Schatz…" Lovino's smile softened at the nervous note in Gilbert's voice, brushing his finger's through the German's disheveled hair.
"Okay, tesoro. I'll take care of you," he replied, though a bit teasingly. He pushed Gilbert backwards onto the bed, enjoying the shaky exhale the German let out as Lovino crawled over him and leaned down to kiss along his jaw. Looking down, Lovino found Gilbert was already hard, a clear bulge showing through his trousers. Oh, Gilbert wanted him bad. Lovino could feel his own length hardening.
"Are you nervous?" Lovino asked, his hand lingering teasingly above the German's fly. Gilbert turned his head to the side , blushing and giving a small nod.
"Uhm, a little…but I want it so bad, Lovino." Gilbert's voice couldn't help but shake slightly at the end as Lovino palmed his bulge through the fabric, pleasure shooting through him. God, he needed more. He had thought, dreamed of getting fucked by his boyfriend before, but in the few months they had been together they always kept their usual dynamic. It was safe, familiar, and Gilbert always found it difficult to let go of control. But now, overwhelmed with need, he didn't care anymore. Still, he couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. This really was his first time… but he trusted Lovino. He knew Lovino would make him feel good.
"And you'll have it," Lovino murmured as he left a kiss on Gilbert's shoulder. "Just be good for me, and you'll have it." He began to unzip the German's fly excruciatingly slowly, and Gilbert almost let out a whine from his impatience. Lovino seemed to sense his anguish, just barely smirking as Gilbert pressed his face against the mattress, gripping the sheets with white fists. Soon enough, Gilbert's boxers were the only barrier between his dick and freedom, and he felt like he was going to combust if Lovino didn't do anything.
"You're awfully antsy today, tesoro," Lovino purred, brushing his hand over Gilbert's covered length. At that, Gilbert couldn't hold back the tiny whimper leaving his lips, and hearing it made his face grow hotter. "Whiny too… hm. You really want me, don't you?"
Gilbert tried to say yes, but his voice was stuck in his throat from the anticipation. He wanted so badly to reach down and remove his last bit of clothing himself, but he knew he needed to be good for Lovino, who was leaning over him and looking like he wanted to take a goddamn bite out of him. Which, Gilbert wouldn't mind if he did. God, he was in love with this man.
"You're being so good right now, just staying put and letting me take care of you. I promise that soon you can get what you want. Stay nice and patient while I help you, okay?" Lovino crooned, and Gilbert felt another wave of need pass through him and straight to his cock from the praise. Lovino finally freed Gilbert, tossing his boxers off to somewhere else in the room. After applying the necessary lubricant, Lovino gave Gilbert's cock a few slow strokes. Gilbert let out a sigh of relief and pleasure at finally being touched, his hips twitching just the slightest.
"Look at you, so pretty…" Lovino murmured, as if almost to himself. His trousers were off by then too, but he was somehow not paying any sort of attention to the hardness showing through his boxers. "So pretty, tesoro. I'm going to start preparing you, alright?"
Gilbert nodded nervously, letting out the tiniest sound as the warmth of Lovino's hand left his cock and traveled lower. "A-alright," he mumbled, not taking his eyes off Lovino's fluid movements, his vision becoming hazier and hazier from need. The Italian smiled, pushing closer to him as he spread Gilbert's legs further apart.
The German bit his lip as Lovino began to push one finger in. It felt weird… but also good. Even better as Lovino went deeper, before starting to move slowly back and forth. With each thrust, a shiver went up Gilbert's spine, and he really, really wanted more.
"How is it?" Lovino asked, his voice low, leaning down to gently hold Gilbert's face with one hand and turn it towards him, all while not slowing his pace. Gilbert couldn't help the little splutter escaping his lips.
"It's good Lovi…" he mumbled, trying to keep his breathing steady. Lovino gave a particularly deep thrust.
"How good, tesoro?"
"Mmh- it's- it's really good Schatz—" His voice pitched slightly at the end as Lovino curled his finger, adding a second shortly after. "Fuck, Lovino."
Gilbert's face was burning, and Lovino's grip didn't allow him to turn it away. He let out a tiny whimper as Lovino moved his fingers, sending waves of pleasure through his entire body.
"Just keep looking at me. Relax. You're doing so good, caro…" Gilbert almost whined from the praise, his back arching when Lovino did… something with his fingers. Gilbert was reaching the edge, and the Italian could tell. He removed the fingers, and Gilbert actually whined then, the warmth beginning to fade.
Lovino let go of Gilbert's face, leaning forward to leave kisses along his neck as the German panted.
"How are you doing?" Lovino asked, tossing his boxers and giving his own cock a few lazy strokes. Gilbert gulped, but attempted a smirk.
"Never better. The view's great."
Lovino's blush darkened slightly at that, but instead of giving a sharp reply that was so obviously about to leave his lips, he gave Gilbert's cock a few painstakingly slow strokes before aligning himself at the German's entrance. Gilbert's breath hitched, and Lovino paused.
"Are you ready?"
Gilbert let out a sound somewhere between a shaky exhale and a needy whine. "I, uh, need to relax a little bit. I think," he attempted, and Lovino tilted his head at him. "I- I want to. I really, really want to. I have for a long time, actually..."
"Really? You never told me."
"...I got nervous..."
Lovino smiled and chuckled a little at that, leaning over and kissing Gilbert. The German melted into the kiss, eagerly deepening it as he relaxed. They parted for a split second, and Gilbert mouthed one word against Lovino's lips before diving back in.
"Ready."
Gilbert moaned quietly against Lovino's lips as the Italian, after a short pause, began to push in. He tried to relax as much as possible, any discomfort dissolving into a searing pleasure as Lovino went deeper and deeper, before pulling out slightly and thrusting back into him.
"Ah- Scheiße, Lovi-" Gilbert groaned, warmth filling him entirely. Lovino smirked, caressing Gilbert's cheek as he picked up his pace. Each thrust took the breath from Gilbert's lungs and expelled every thought from his mind except why didn't we do this sooner? He couldn't control the moan forcing itself out of his throat as Lovino gave one thrust at a certain angle that made Gilbert see stars.
"Mmh- you feel so good," Lovino moaned, taking a hold of Gilbert's hips as he thrusted. "I wish we did this sooner… you look so pretty like this…" Gilbert whimpered, throwing his head back as Lovino slammed in at an angle again, unable to stop the sounds spilling from his lips.
"Lovino- fuck-"
Lovino took a hold of Gilbert's cock dripping with precum, stroking it in rhythm with his increasingly hard thrusts.
"Lovi- I- mmh- Scheiße-!"
Pleasure raked through Gilbert's body as he began to whine incoherently, Lovino slamming into his prostate. He could barely think, all he could feel was Lovino inside him and Lovino's hand on his cock and Lovino moaning against his lips—
Gilbert finally came undone with an embarrassingly loud moan, and Lovino followed shortly after before collapsing onto him with a sigh. Gilbert was still coming down from his incredible high as Lovino pulled out, and he made no effort to move for a few moments.
"Did you like it?" Lovino asked him, his voice low and relaxed like it always was after sex. Still on top of Gilbert, he brushed his fingers over the marks on the German's neck absentmindedly.
"I, hah, think you know the answer to that, Schatz…" Gilbert replied, dazed. "We should do that again."
The Italian snorted. "Sure. But right now, let's get you cleaned up."
Gilbert smiled and sat up shakily, giving Lovino a quick, sweet kiss. "I love you, Lovi."
Lovino hummed happily as he returned the kiss. "Love you too, jerk."