Spamano one shots!

Kill the mood

Loud music blared as various teens danced around and mingled, drinking their way to the hell that would ensue when the hangover finally hit them the next morning. They were either grinding, obnoxiously belting out the song lyrics, or already passed out; except for the two lovers who were slowly making their way to the nearest bedroom.

Tongues swirled around each other and bodies were close, leaving little to no air in between them. "I-Idiot.. you have protection, si?" The tipsy Italian questioned breathlessly as Antonio pulled away to kiss his neck.

"Of course. Francis' room is always fully stocked." Antonio answered with a grin, moving to make a hickey on Lovino's neck. The mewl that came from the other male when Antonio marked his skin was enough to motivate him to push the Italian into the bedroom and drag him to the bed. He practically tore off Lovino's shirt before pushing him down on the mattress, each second making him more and more impatient. "I'm gonna take good care of you." The Spaniard smirked, moving to straddle Lovino; who could only glare up at him helplessly.

Lovino narrowed his eyes, opening his mouth to make a nasty remark in return, but the only sound that came from him was a soft gasp. Antonio had already began working his way down, placing kisses all over Lovino's chest as his hands explored every inch of skin he could reach. The Italian was truly beautiful and sexy in his eyes. Lovino huffed in irritation, reluctantly muttering things like, "More." or "Keep going." It wasn't much, but Antonio took all the encouragement he could get.

When he was finally far enough, Antonio unbuttoned Lovino's jeans and slowly slid them off. While he was at it, he sat up briefly and took his own shirt off, revealing his tanned, muscular torso. Lovino stared up at him, almost dumbfounded as he felt himself becoming even more aroused just from the simple sight. Antonio took notice of this, causing him to grin widely and get back to work. His kisses soon continued to Lovino's thighs, causing the Italian to quiver and bite his lip hard in anticipation. Antonio teasingly ran his finger over the hem of the Italian's boxers, smiling childishly as Lovino finally got impatient enough to prompt him once again. "Hurry up, you bastard. Suck me." He slurred, looking and meeting the bright and eager gaze of his partner.

Lovino persistently kept his gaze on him until he got back to work. He sighed impatiently, letting his eyes fall shut as he awaited the start of this hot and erotic night. He could feel Antonio's hot breaths on his skin as he got closer and closer. His face was flushed, a light sweat already forming on his body.

Suddenly, Lovino felt a very uncomfortable sensation, his eyes snapping open. Before he could say anything, a screech came from him. His body stiffened. Antonio had began to lightly tickle Lovino's thighs, surprised when Lovino pushed him away. "You're fucking ticking me?!" At this point, Lovino was grabbing his clothing and getting up as Antonio laughed hysterically. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He wheezed, teary eyed from just how funny this seemed to his drunken self.

"Hey, babe! Where are you going?" Antonio half asked, half giggled. "Aww, come back! Aren't we gonna continue?" He cooed innocently, watching him stumble over to the door. He flinched as Lovino shouted something in incoherent Italian, fuming. His cheeks were bright red as he stomped out of the room, leaving Antonio confused, horny, and alone.

"...Is that a no?"