[Gakuen] Antonio sat in class not really paying attention at all. He really just wanted to get out of here and find his boyfriend. Though it
had only been about an hour since he last saw him, he was still feeling lonely without him. Antonio wouldn't say that he was clingy, he just
really loved Lovino...His foot was tapping against the floor as his legs shook in anticipation of this class being over. His prayers were
answered when the bell rang, making him jump out of his seat and run for the door. He always liked to wait for the other outside his
classroom so they could walk together to lunch or do something else. He didn't really care, as long as he had his Lovi. He finally made it
to the room, straightened himself up so he didn't look too much like a slob and smiled brightly as he looked for Lovino.
Unfortunately for Antonio, Lovino wasn't in the classroom. The Spaniard could probably hear the classroom of kids chattering about what had
happened; Lovino had gotten spontaneously sick and thrown up in class. The poor Italian had never been more embarrassed in his life. He'd
been sent first to the nurse and then back to his dorm, curled up on the bed like he was ready to waste away.
That wasn't something he liked to hear from others. He decided not to wait any longer and head towards the others dorm, worry all over his
face. He needed to go see if he was alright and nurse him back to health. Making it to the door he knocked lightly, in case the other was
suffering from a headache too. "Lovi...?" he asked through the door.
Lovino didn't respond, half-asleep on the mattress. "Mhn..." he finally groaned, not even really able to identify Antonio's voice.
He had a key, he just knew the other wasn't always happy when he just barged in...or he pretended to be upset. Antonio unlocked the door and
walked in slowly, seeing Lovino in bed and not wanting to make too much noise. "Lovi...?" he walked closer to the bed.
He slowly opened his eyes, and blinked at the Spaniard, cheeks flushed with fever. "...Toni?" he whispered out, eyes dark.
He kneeled next to his bed and leaned over, placing his forehead on the others to get a feel for what his fever was. Pulling back, he ran a
hand through the others hair. "Hey Lovi..." he wasn't sure what else to say, but he did wonder what brought on this sickness. "I'm here to
take care of you." he said softly, smiling wide.
"...Dummy..." he whispered after a moment, nuzzling into the hand as his eyes slipped shut again. The teen's breathing was ragged at best,
and he hadn't even bothered to change out of his school uniform.
First things first. "We'll have to get you out of those clothes so you'll be more comfortable, Lovi." he said walking over to his clothes
drawers and pulling out some pajamas, which were rare since the other slept in the nude. But he couldn't do that now that he was sick. He
walked back over with the clothes.
He let out a soft whimper, not wanting to be bare in front of the other, but he stayed limp, not enough strength in him to protest.
Antonio lifted the other up, his hand resting on his back to keep him in a sitting position. "I won't strip you Lovi, unless you can't do it
yourself..." he said, voice full of concern for the other. He just wanted him to feel better.
He was leaning heavily on the arm, instantly looking queasy at being lifted. His hands clamped over his mouth, room spinning slightly, and
Lovino paled.
He caught on quickly, grabbing a small trash can that was sitting beside the bed and held it up for the other to use. He kept his hand on
the others back so he would stay sitting.
Lovino grabbed onto the trashcan with shaky hands and vomited harshly, body shaking, and then expelled his stomach bile again, looking more
than pitiful with each violent expulsion of fluids. His body jerked each time he started to puke, mournful whimpers escaping the frail boy.
Antonio didn't know how to react. His love was hurting and he wanted it to stop. He rubbed his back in slow circles trying to help him
through this. He ran the other hand through his hair lightly hoping that it would calm him.
Finally, the vomiting slowed and stopped, Lovino shaking as he held the bucket to him. He looked like he might waste away, pale as a ghost,
dark circles under his eyes. It seemed impossible that he was fine just a few hours prior.
He took the bucket from his hands and set it back down close to the bed, in case. He really just wanted the other to rest, but he knew it
must be uncomfortable in the clothes he was in. Sitting down beside the other, he reached around like he was hugging the other, letting him
rest while he started to tug off his shirt. "You have to get into more comfortable clothes, Lovi...you'll start to feel better..." he said,
concern and worry laced throughout his voice.
He leaned on the older boy, panting softly and flushed bright red from both fever and embarrassment. But he stayed submissive in the other's
grip, allowing him to shed Lovino's clothes. The tiny part of him that wasn't muddled with fever was a bit sad; this would be the first time
his boyfriend saw him completely bare...
Quickly putting the clothes on, trying to get rid of the blush that was probably growing. This was no time to ogle his body. He lowered the
other onto the bed slowly so he wouldn't be disoriented again, he ran off to the bathroom and wet a cloth with cold water. He came back and
dabbed the others forehead with it to try and cool him off. "See? Isn't this better?" he said, a small smile worming it's way onto his face.
He made a soft noise that honestly could have been approval or dissent, breath rattling in his lungs and body shaking weakly. Lovino's eyes
slid shut and he swallowed dryly when his forehead was dabbed with the cloth. He sort of wished he was still unclothed, it was the most
comfortable way for the Italian to sleep, though he'd never be caught naked or possibly even shirtless out of bed.
He rested the cloth on his head and went to empty the bucket from earlier, just in case it was needed later. "After all this, you'll need to
eat something so you don't get more sick Lovi." he said softly, kneeling on the floor next to the bed. He didn't want to impose on the
others space and take up any more of the bed. "I know you can't really think of food right now, but it'll help...?"
He shook his head, whimpering at the thought. He couldn't eat, he would puke it up in seconds-- even the thought of eating made him nauseous
beyond belief. He just wanted to sleep, perhaps even curled up to the Spaniard.
He ran his fingers through the others hair, smiling at how cute the other looked. "Well then, I'll make something for when you do feel like
eating. You should probably go to sleep." he said softly. He leaned forward and kissed him on the top of his head and made to get up.
Cute? Antonio was definitely a sadist... Lovino reached a hand out, not wanting Antonio to go, but he also didn't want his boyfriend to get
sick if it was catchy... unless it was from the sandwich he'd made with questionable prosciutto.
He just liked the way the other was acting clingy, though he technically acted that way most of the time. Now it was more noticeable.
"Something wrong Lovi? Do you need to bucket again?" he asked, not knowing what else he could be needed for.
"Don't go..." he murmured out, eyes watering up with desperation. For some reason, the other leaving seemed like some disproportionately bad
thing, so awful that he would never recover from it. Sickness did weird things to the brunette.
A small blush made its way to his face at the adorable way the other asked him to stay. He would of abandoned all ideas of making something
nice for the other, but he really wanted to have something made for Lovino when he woke up. "I won't go anywhere."
Did he have to lower himself to begging? "*Please*, he whispered, bottom lip quivering.
[[*" orz;]]
He smiled, his eyebrows furrowing up like they always did when he saw something adorable (or when he just saw Lovino). He sat down on the
side of the bed, taking the others hand in his. "Of course, Lovi. I'll stay." He didn't know if the other wanted him to lay with him or just
to be here until he fell asleep, but he'd be willing to do either for Lovino.
He tugged lightly on the Spaniard, trying to get him to lay down with him. "I love you," he whispered out, probably one of the first times
Lovino had said the words.
A million thoughts were running through his head of what he should do or what he should get for his Lovino to feel better, but they kind of
got sidetracked when he heard the words the other whispered. He absentmindedly laid down next to his boyfriend, his eyes wide and a blush
present. He toed his shoes off and smiled, wrapping his arms around the other (he didn't care if he caught anything). "I love you too, Lovi~
[*"]
The frail, sickly male snuggled into the other and went out like a light, falling into a deep exhausted sleep.
He held onto the other, rubbing the others back slowly until he was defiantly sure he was asleep. He would of just stayed there, holding
him, but he knew he should do something or else he felt like a lousy boyfriend. Sliding as carefully as he could, he got up and headed to
the kitchen to search for some medicine. He had to move fast so Lovino didn't wake up thinking he was abandoned.
He was curled up, but even asleep, the Italian looked a bit sad at the loss of Antonio's warmth.
He kept searching, not really finding much other then pain medicine. How did the other live with only this much. He knew he would need to
run to his dorm to get more. Walking back over to Lovino, he wrote a short note in case he woke while he was out. He kissed the others
forehead and left, hurrying so he could get back.
Lovino didn't wake, however, simply continuing to sleep on, murmuring softly in his sleep. If he had, though, certainly chaos would occur,
the Italian freaking out about being left alone.
A half an hour to and hour later, Antonio returned with a bag full of different things. He, of course, didn't really have anything that
could help Lovino out either...he kept forgetting to run out and grab things. He got started on making the other some tomato soup, since he
knew he'd need to eat, waiting until he woke up.
[[=w= /So much for having him sleep all night]]
He stirred slightly when he smelled the soup cooking, brows knitting up even before he opened his eyes. The brunette made a soft noise, and
shifted on his bed, hands curling in the sheets as he pulled, slowly as stretching taffy, out of sleep.
[[;A; S-sorry!!]]
Antonio continued working in the kitchen, not hearing the other wake up. He was letting the soup cool on the stove. He was humming something
softly to himself.
[[;3; /Cuddle]]
His eyes flicked open and he yawned emphatically before feeling his stomach drop, and fever burning through him. And where was Antonio? He
made a noise of panic, clinging weakly to the sheets.
He poked his head into the room after hearing the noise. "Lovi? What's wrong?" he said, walking towards him and kneeling next to the bed. He
raised his hand to feel his forehead, frowning a bit. "You don't feel any better..."
He made a soft noise, opening his mouth, but his throat was too dry to speak. *Water*? he mouthed, brows furrowed.
He nodded, jumping up and grabbing a glass of water for him. He spilled a little on his arm clumsily as he was rushing back. "Here you go!"
The student sipped daintily at the water, taking only tiny sips until his throat was no longer raspy and his mouth didn't taste of vomit.
"...Thanks," he murmured.
"No problem, Lovi~" he smiled, rolling his wet sleeve up. "Do you need anything else? You still look tired..." he said, his finger tracing
along the others face lightly. "I made some soup if you can eat now...if not, it can wait..."
His head tilted into the tracing finger, eyes slipping shut; his brain liked the idea of food, but his stomach violently refused. "Cuddle?"
He smiled warmly at the idea of the other acting so needy. "If you want me to Lovi, I will." he said
softly, climbing onto the bed and laying so that he was facing the other.
And needy he was. He would be ashamed of this if he was in normal condition, but his sickness-blurred mind had no oppositions to the rather
embarrassing behavior, cuddling up close to his boyfriend. And then the Italian started to strip out of those pesky pajamas.
"L-lovi? What are you doing?" he stuttered out, moving back slightly. He knew about the other sleeping in the nude due to the others brother
blabbering about it one day (and it caused him to have a nose bleed from the mere idea), but he'd never seen it. He stayed an arms length
away from him, his face growing red and eyes wide.
He let out a soft whine when the other moved away, and snuggled closer again, a meek submissiveness in his expression. He'd only managed to
shed his shirt before he felt the need to cling to the other again.
At first he didn't hug the other back, too afraid of the consequences. Normally if he did anything remotely perverted, the other would punch
or kick him *hard*. But maybe this was okay...since the other was sick and everything. "This is okay...?" he mumbled really to himself.
Lovino misheard it as the Spaniard asking him if he was okay, and he nodded, nuzzling closer before reaching down to tug off his pants. Toni
might get mad at him, but he couldn't be expected to sleep clothed...! His fever-induced blush burned on his cheeks cutely.
Now that's where Antonio drew the line, though he made no immediate movement to stop the other from doing so. He was too busy looking at the
adorable blush on the others cheeks. He finally came to his senses when he saw that the others pants were completely off. "L-Lovi, I don't
think you should do that..." he wasn't going to do anything (he hoped) since he was sick, but it did make him a little uncomfortable.
The arguing was of little to no use; the Italian looped his arms around his boyfriend and tugged him close, got comfortable, and quickly
fell asleep as his sick body ached to do.
He pulled at his collar, feeling his face flushed a little bit more. He tried to reason with the other but noticed he was already asleep.
Sighing out, he tentatively wrapped his arms around the other and soon joined him; finally forgetting that his boyfriend was nude beside
him.
He awoke to the dull, early morning; the sun wasn't even up more than a sliver, and a small shiver went through him, cold. So naturally, he
curled closer to the warm body next to him... until he realized how terribly wrong that was. His eyes flew open to see his boyfriend curled
up with him... oh, god. Lovino had no clothes on. *What had he done*?
Antonio was smiling peacefully in his sleep, he still had a blush on his face. He snuggled closer to Lovino in his sleep, murmuring
something softly-Lovino's name somewhere in there.
His body went stiff, and he whimpered softly. He hurt, all over, his ass being one of the only places that *didn't* hurt, but he was so
confused with the pain that he couldn't really identify that it wasn't coming from his ass. Had he... was he stupid enough to...?
He groaned a little, hearing the whimpering but not waking up right away. He felt like something was wrong, but he stayed asleep, rubbing
his cheek against the Lovinos head.
He didn't even *remember* it... Lovino looked so sad, another whimper escaping him. Losing his virginity, and he didn't remember?
He heard the other this time, moaning softly as he started to come to. His eyelids fluttered open as he tried to figure out where he was; he
Antonio
was
never fully there when he first woke up. He moved closer to the source of warmth, his brain registering it as another person...wait, what?
He looked down at the whimpering Italian in his arms. "L-Lovi?"
The Italian's bottom lip jutted out, eyes watering up. "T-Toni..." he whimpered in response, sniffling.
He didn't really know how his boyfriend could get any cuter, his face heating up at the way he was looked at by the other. He just noticed
the other was fully nude against him, making him blush more. His brain in panic mode, not remembering how the other was sick. "W-what is
going on?" he moved back so he wasn't pressed against the other.
"I-I want it back..." he wailed, clearly overreacting-- he was still very feverish, and still sick. "I didn't mean to..." He hated himself
for what (he thought) he did.
"You w-want what back? Do you need anything?" he asked, sitting up slightly. Some of yesterday was coming back, and he remembered the other
Antonio
was
sick. He was ready to go get him anything if he needed it.
He looked pitiful and sad, staring at the Spaniard. "Why did you take me?" he whispered out, sniffling more.
"Take you? I didn't take you an-" he cut the sentence short, his eyes widening at what the other probably meant. He shuffled back more until
he was right on the edge of the bed, close to falling. "Lov-I didn-nothin-why-uh?" his mouth decided not to work right at this moment.
By the way the other reacted, his fever-hazed mind managed to sense something was off. "Was I bad?" he asked, brows furrowed in concern-- pr
By the way the other reacted, his fever-hazed mind managed to sense something was off. "Was I bad?" he asked, brows furrowed in concern-- pr
*probably making the other even more embarrassed.
[[/Too tired to operate phone correctly orz;;]]
[[It's okay~ /nuzzle]]
It did make him even more embarrassed, and also made him fall off the side of the bed. He rubbed his head, groaning from the impact.
"L-Lovi, I think you have it wrong..." he said, trying to think of how to word this.
His brows furrowed in concentration, looking down at the other. "W-wrong?" He was starting to feel kinda weird, but he ignored it.
Antonio looked slightly nervous, a awkward smile on his face. "Well Lovi...nothing happened. You were sick and I slept, as in only sleeping,
next to you." He said, scratching his head. "I only wanted you to feel better..."
"Oh." He let out a breath of relief, cuddling into the blankets, and then leaned over the bed to puke in the bucket.
He shot up, ready to help him in any way. "Lovi?" He started rubbing his back, not caring that he was only inches from puke.
He let out a soft groan and emptied his stomach again, shaking. "Toni..." he groaned out, cheeks red.
"Hold on, Lovi, let me get you some water..." he said, getting up and grabbing a glass of water. He came back, smiling softly. "Don't want
you to keep the taste in your mouth..."
He took the glass with shaky hands, swishing the water in his mouth and spitting it into the bucket. "...S-sorry..." he breathed.
"There's nothing to be sorry for Lovi~" he said, chuckling at the others blush and ruffling his hair.
The Italian happened to glance over at the clock. 5:30 in the morning...? "Let's go back to sleep," he whispered softly, putting the water
on the end table and making room for his boyfriend.
He nodded in agreement and was about to join him until he noticed he was basically in his clothes from yesterday. The other was warm against
him, so he had started to sweat a bit (along with the fact that he was nude against him). He took off his shirt to get more comfortable and
climbed into the bed.
If Lovino wasn't half-delirious, he would have been embarrassed. The cute male curled up to Antonio, burying his face in the other's toned
chest and pressing tiny kisses to it as he fell asleep.
Lovino wasn't going to make this easy for Antonio, was he? He blushed lightly, warming up quite a bit. He had to exhale a bit to calm down
so he wouldn't get too excited. He wrapped his arms around the other lightly, closing his eyes and hoping he'd fall asleep at some point (He
did after a while...)
[[/Gonna be a little god-mod-y right now >x>;]]
It was surprising that Antonio hadn't already attacked the other, he was such an accidental tease... Lovino woke up a few hours later and
immediately groaned in delight, stomach growling obnoxiously loud. Whatever the Spaniard was making smelled *delicious*.
[[you can do whatever, I don't mind~]]
[[...owo;; /Completely didn't work /W-wanted Lovi to wake up to Toni cooking /Forever failure ;nnnn;]]
[[;;A;; I CAN FIX IT! /completely slow]]
[[/fixing]]
[[T-thank you ;x; /Own fault for not having explaining skills]]
Antonio was almost at his breaking point when the other kept cuddling against him, and he needed to get away. So much for sleeping longer.
He got up and finished fixing the other something to eat, knowing he would be hungry. Heck, he was hungry too, as he kept 'sampling' the
soup over and over. It wasn't much, just tomato soup, since he wasn't sure if the other could handle solids right away.
"Toni..." he mewled out, not noticing how erotic it could have sounded. "Hungry..." His stomach growled yet again.
He almost dropped the spoon he was using to stir right into the pot at the sound of the voice from the other room. How could Lovino *not*
notice the way he sounded? He poked his head out of the kitchen to look over at the awake Italian and smiled. "I-I'll get you some soup
right away~" he said, ducking back inside to calm down. He poured some soup into a bowl and grabbed a spoon, walking into the other room.
"Here you go." he sat down on the bed next to him.
"Took too long," he mumbled out, leaning against the other and sipping at the soup greedily. *Heavenly*. "'N why aren't you in class?"
"Why would I go to class when you're sick?" he asked, smiling brightly. Truthfully, he had completely forgotten about going to class.
"....Because you're healthy and have no reason to stay out?" He licked the bowl when he'd devoured the soup, eyes closing in bliss. It was
a good thing it was Friday, if he was sick tomorrow neither he nor Antonio would miss school...
"But I do have a reason to stay." he said, laughing at the way the other licked the bowl. He took the bowl away, moving to stand. "Did you
want more?" he asked jokingly.
He growled, sick of fighting, and nodded. He could eat tomato soup forever...
He left to grab more soup for the other, smiling the whole time. He would of grabbed a bowl for himself, but he wanted to give the majority
of it to Lovino before he got anything. He came back and handed to bowl over to the other.
Lovino could tell that the Spaniard was hungry, though, with how he kept eyeing the food. Lovino scooted closer and offered his boyfriend a
spoonful, leaning against the other.
He blushed and smiled at how cute the other acted, opening his mouth and taking in the spoonful, swallowing appreciatively. "Thank you
Lovi~" he wrapped his arm around the others shoulder holding him against him.
He blushed pink and mumbled a response, eating the soup and still offering the occasional bite to Antonio. J-just because he was probably
fever-delirious, o-obviously....
He couldn't handle how cute the other was when he was 'fever-delirious'. He would love to be fed by the other all the time, but he knew it
Antonio
was
something that embarrassed him greatly. "Are you feeling any better?"
"Yeah..." He still felt a little warm and fuzzy-headed, but he didn't feel like he was going to throw up. Shyly, he cuddled closer, putting
the now-empty bowl in Antonio's lap.
He was going to take the bowl into the kitchen until Lovino cuddled closer to him. "Lay down Lovi, that way I can put the bowl away..." he
asked mostly, wanting to go clean it out.
He looked bruised, but shrunk away from the Spaniard, laying down. J-jerk. But it didn't matter, not like he cared anyways...
He saw the look on the others face and hurried away. He knew the other was a little upset by what he said, so he didn't want to keep him
waiting. He came back and sat on the bed, still smiling. "Do you want anything else?" he asked, acting like his servant.
"No." He buried his face into the pillow, clinging to it as he tried to hide that he was upset. The Spaniard telling him to lay down when he
Lovino
was
trying to cuddle him... The already-shy and physical-contact-phobic Italian would probably never try to cuddle his boyfriend again.
He leaned over, trying to see his boyfriends face that he buried into the pillow. "Lovi?" He was pretty oblivious most of the time, he
thought maybe the other was getting sick again or something. He rested his hand on the others shoulder trying to turn him slightly so he
could see better.
The brunette flinched, shoving the other away weakly. "Just leave me alone..." Sick, and he had a douchebag boyfriend...
This really made the other sad; his face fell into a small pout. "What's wrong?" he asked, concern apparent in his voice. He originally left
the other to put the bowl away so he could come back and cuddle with him, but now he was being denied. His first thought was maybe it had
something to do with his sickness though...
"Not like you care..." So what if he was being a whiny bitch, he deserved it after puking his guts up since the previous day... The brunette
curled closer to the pillow, eyes watery.
"Wha-what are you talking about...?" he asked, putting his hand on the others shoulder again. He leaned closer to try and see his face. "I
do care Lovi...why would you say that?" he wasn't sure what brought this on.
Lovino glanced at the other, and looked away, cheeks pink. "Whatever..." He wished Antonio wouldn't jerk him around like this.
He noticed the way the other was acting now was a complete 180 from earlier. He was too confused to try and figure out what made him act
like this, so he just laid down next to him and wrapped his arms around the other.
He went stiff, and after a few minutes the Italian sighed softly and rolled over, burying his face into his boyfriend's chest.
He rubbed up and down the others back softly, glad that Lovino wasn't upset at him anymore. In the back of his mind he was still wondering
what brought this on, but he didn't want to bring it up again, making him angry...
He looked anxious, brows furrowed up. "I... I love you..." he whispered out, cheeks tinting, looking vulnerable.
He smiled warmly, leaning back to look at his flushed face. "I love you too Lovi~" He knew he should probably still be concerned that the
other was nude, but he just loved it when the other was honest like this.
"Do you?" he asked, not looking at the male. He was beyond caring about the fact that he wasn't clothed.
Antonio, raised an eyebrow at this. "Of course I do...why would you think I don't?" he asked, his arms tightening around him more.
Lovino shrugged weakly in response, hiding his face. "...If you don't, it's okay," he whispered softly after a few minutes of silence.
He moved back slowly, holding the others shoulders so the other couldn't hide in his chest. He wanted to make sure the other could see him.
"Lovino...I *do* love you. So much." he said, his face holding a serious expression.
He glanced up at the other through his eyelashes, heart skipping a beat. Lovino leaned up slowly, and pressed his lips against Antonio's.
He was surprised by this, but wasn't complaining. He kissed the other back excitedly. He always loved it when he got to kiss the other...
Of course he would, he was a pervert... His arms looped around Antonio's chest, pressing his body against the other's.
He ran his hand up and down the others back, his other hand resting at the base of his neck to hold him there. He kissed the other
harder, tasting the tomato soup that the other had earlier.
He'd forgotten how good a kisser Antonio was... He groaned softly, loving that he was almost trapped by his boyfriend.
He parted his lips, poking his tongue through and swiped the against the tomato tasting lips. His body started to heat up from the growing
excitement. But he was was trying his best to hold it in...
When the tongue brushed over his lips, he opened his mouth for the Spaniard, eyes slipping shut. The other tasted like tomatoes, too... His
hands traveled up, twining in the back of Antonio's hair.
Antonio's hand came to rest on the others waist, trembling to move lower. He pulled the other flush against him, his thumb rubbing his hip
lightly. When the other invited him into his mouth, he shivered and started exploring. Because the other was so shy sometimes, he'd never
been able to do this.
His brows knitted together, fingers tugging lightly on Antonio's hair. They'd had playful kissing sessions, mostly instigated by the other,
but nothing like this... It made him quiver, mouth opening a bit wider to allow the explorations.
He ran his tongue along the others, moaning at the feeling. The taste was addicting to him-it was slowly starting to change from a tomato
taste to something that was clearly Lovino.
His feet fidgeted under the covers uncontrollably, bodily quivers increasing. He could feel the fluttering in his chest, and Lovino was both
excited and terrified of what was happening. He wanted to break away, but he couldn't.
This probably wasn't the best time to for Antonio to want to go further with Lovino, but he was unintentionally teased by the other almost
continuously while he was sick. His legs moved to wrap around the other, not too much, but enough to just be closer.
He groaned and gently pushed at the Spaniard's chest, trying to pull away from the kiss. His cheeks were on fire with embarrassment.
He felt the other push against him, but he pushed it to the back of his head, still kissing the other. He wasn't pass the point of no
return *yet*, but he was enjoying it way too much. His hand that was resting on the back of the others head pulled him closer.
"M-mhnn..." He made a soft noise of protest, squirming against the Spaniard as he flushed darker. He felt the other push him closer, lips
pressing even harder and almost bruising.
He felt the squirming in his arms, sending warning signals to his brain. Something was off, but he wasn't sure why. He did break the kiss,
but he didn't move away from the other right away. He rested his forehead on the others. "Lovi..." he wanted to ask what was wrong, but he
was still out of breath from what just happened.
Lovino panted weakly, pressed against the other as his body trembled. They'd never... never kissed like that. He felt dizzy just thinking
about it.
He was shaking as well from the need to do that some more...but he wasn't going to do something that the other didn't (plus he remembered
how upset the other was when he believed they had done something). He blinked his eyes slowly, never leaving the others face. He sighed out
deeply, rubbing his hand on the others lower back in a relaxing way. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out.
He let out a soft noise of pleasure at the rubbing, eyes shutting and practically purring. He just was upset that he'd thought they'd done
something, and he didn't remember it at all. But... h-he was still a little afraid.
He smiled at how cute the other looked, kissing him on the cheek. He moved his head so he was resting his chin on top of his head, hugging
him into his chest. "Believe me now Lovi?" He asked, his hand still massaging his back.
He flushed, and managed to nod against the Spaniard's chest. He felt like sleeping more... The sickness had really taken its toll on him.
He chuckled, thinking that maybe he should do that more often when his boyfriend was angry. They'd both get something out of it. He looked
over are the window, noticing by the light that it was probably around the afternoon. Afternoon naps are always nice. "Do you need anything
else Lovi? I'm still your servant."
"Just keep rubbing my back..." he murmured out, pressed flush against his boyfriend, blanket covering his rump.
"Yes sir~" he said softly, doing just that. Many times he really wanted to move that blanket just to peak, but figured he could wait a
little while longer...or until the other was asleep...
He moaned softly, clearly relaxing. The brunette was starting to drift off, and well, with massaging like that the male couldn't help but
surrender himself to sleep.
Antonio watched the other drift off (trying not to be too creepy), his hand on autopilot while rubbing his back. He hummed something softly,
his own eyes closing. He wasn't really tired, but he could fall asleep too if it meant he got to lay with Lovi.
[[S-should we end it? ;3;"]]
[[Sure, nothing left in my noggin.../always sad to see one end]]
[[Aww ;333;]]
[[Now that I'm out of school, do we want a new one?]]
[[Sure! Though I'm about to go out for a while...replies will be slow...]]
[[...;n;]]
[[;A; Sorry! If I weren't driving, I'd reply to my hearts content...]]
[[/Sniffles, cancels your plans and drags you home]]
[[=u= <3 I won't be long~]]
[[;n; /Waifus and waits forlornly]]
[[That lasted longer then I expected...;n;]]
[[/Sniffles pitifully]]
[[/huggles]]
[[S-so, what did you wanna do? ;3;"]]
[[Hmm...I donno...I'm a horrible picker...so anything?]]
[[Smut or not-smut? ;w;"]]
[[....well we have a smut one...but smut is nice...=3=]]
[[;w;" When we finish our other smut we'll start a fluff to replace it. Kittymano in heat?]]
[[Okay~]]
[[It's my turn to start, isn't it... ugh.]]
[[Yeeeeah. -u-]]