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Lovino wanted to tear his brother's throat out.
Metaphorically speaking of course. Feliciano always got him into stupid situations that he could never get out of. Including this one.
“I don't want to go on your stupid, dumb date! Especially with that stronzo’s brother!” Lovino yelled out from irritation as his eye twitched from the anger.
Feliciano held his hands up in defense as he gave a nervous laugh. “Come on! Ludwig said he wanted to spend more time with his brother, so I said, why not? A double date isn't the end of the world!” The younger of the two tried to argue his case as Lovino glared at him.
“And you thought I'd actually agreed to it?! Feliciano, use your brain for once!” He snapped right back as he saw the tears in his brother's eyes. Oh, and here came the waterworks. “...Fine. Fine! But only for tonight! The more time I spend around him, the more I wonder why I'm wasting my time!”
Sure, he had been around Gilbert a few times. The conferences, the times he'd go see his brother with his dumb boyfriend, and… some drunk nights. He didn't want his own brother knowing that part.
“Yay! I'm going to get ready!” Feliciano sped off to the bathroom as Lovino pinched the bridge of his nose. This was going to be hell…
After a few hours of them getting ready and bickering, they were waiting by the door as Lovino glanced at the clock on the wall. They got ready way too early. Those dumb German assholes wouldn't-
Knock knock knock.
“Oh! It's Ludwig!” Feliciano raced to the door, swinging it wide open as he grinned from ear to ear when he saw his boyfriend standing there awkwardly. “Ya-hoo!” He excitedly yelled as he launched himself onto Ludwig like a koala.
“Ja. It's me and Gilbert.” Ludwig mumbled, eyes avoiding the older Italian who was boring a hole right into his skull from across the room. He didn't really understand why he hated him.
Thankfully, Gilbert slid right in the way of the evil eye, grinning at Lovino whose eyes went wide before his skin flushed pink. Gaze darting away instantly. “Hallo, Lovi~.” He purred teasingly as Lovino mumbled under his breath.
“Stupido bastardo non sa stare zitto…” He mostly said it to himself, but wanted Gilbert to hear it as Feliciano giggled with glee. Stupido fratello…
“Let's go! I want to get to the club before it gets too crowded!” Feliciano exclaimed as he tugged Ludwig towards the car, who willingly allowed him to do so. Not putting up nearly as much of a fight as Lovino.
As Gilbert and Lovino walked towards the backseat, he felt the hand goose his ass as he nearly shot up into the air. Sending him a bewildering look. “Don't do that in front of my brother!” Lovino hissed through his teeth as Gilbert chuckled.
“Kesesese… you get flustered so easily, Lovi. Your brother really doesn't know who keeps sending you home with the hickies, heh?” Gilbert whispered low as he climbed into the backseat, not realizing that Lovino froze behind him.
He was going to strangle the stupid asshole.
As he forced himself to get into the backseat, he could hear his brother chatting off Ludwig’s ears as the man drove them towards the club in question. As much as he didn't like him being near his brother, he did feel a little pity that Feliciano talked so much. He knew how bad it could get.
A hand was on his thigh as his eyes went wide before he slowly turned his head to glare at Gilbert. Questo figlio di puttana… His eyes narrowed as he shook his head. Not the time nor place!
Gilbert’s eyebrows waggled as he gave Lovino a smirk. Watching the Italian shift in his seat as he knew damn well that he was getting under his skin. He leaned in to talk to where only Lovino could hear it. “How's about we bail on these two? I don't think they would even notice.” He mumbled as he watched Lovino just barely melt against his speech.
Lovino’s eyes nervously darted to Ludwig and Feliciano. Unfortunately, Gilbert was most likely right. Once they got into their own zone, they'd tune out everything else around them as he looked over to Gilbert with another glare. “You can only touch me over the pants. Don't tell me when. When we get to the club, that's a different story.”
This was going to be a long drive.
Gilbert's mouth curled into a smirk. Sure, they had a fling going on behind both of their brother’s backs. Sure, neither one of them wanted to exactly tell their brothers they had definitely fucked before. Yet, that's what made their whole fling more exciting!
Slowly, his hand ran to Lovino's crotch, hearing his breathing hitch as his eyes went out the window. If it wasn't night, he wouldn't have ever dreamed of being dirty in a car, but he also didn't think Lovino would initiate it! So worth it.
Lovino’s eyes nervously kept an eye on Feliciano and Ludwig as he felt Gilbert palming at him. Under his breath, he spoke as his hand curled into a fist. “Per favore..” He didn't even know what he was begging for. Ugh! Stupid asshole!
Gilbert knew what that meant all too well. And already? “You are being such a naughty little boy, Lovi, you're gonna have to wait.” He mumbled right against Lovino’s ear who sent him another glare. Lovino's body trembled as he heard what came after that.
“Fai così schifo. Ti odio.” Lovino hissed out low as he felt Gilbert pull away. Damn it! His eyebrows furrowed together as Gilbert gave a nervous glance. What?
“Fratello, are you alright? You didn't answer!” Feliciano’s voice was suddenly crystal clear to his head as his eyes went wide immediately. Stupido idiota! Lie!
“I'm fine, Feliciano. Just wanting to drink.” He barely could speak from how badly he wanted to both kick Gilbert’s ass and also ride him at the same time.
A moment of silence.
“That's my brother for you! He loves to drink! He gets so silly when he's drunk! One time-” Feliciano began his rambling to Ludwig again as Lovino and Gilbert both let out a sigh of relief in unison.
That was way too close. Even if his brother was screwing that big, stupid German, he wasn't going to let him find out right now that he was basically humping Gilbert's hand like a virgin. His eyes screwed shut as he laid back in the seat. Go down!
Thankfully, they had made it to the club as Feliciano once again dragged Ludwig in while yammering on about something food related. Making Lovino on edge as he and Gilbert went right to the bar to drink. Ordering himself some wine as he began to drink it like it was water.
“You know, not many people like to get drunk with me. I think you really do like me, deep down!” Gilbert teased him as part of their little cat and mouse game as Lovino glared a hole into his head now.
“I don't like anybody.” He lied through his teeth as he swallowed more red wine down to keep up the bratty behavior. He was using the wine as an excuse to get wasted, so he could fuck without overthinking for once in his miserable life.
A scoff laugh came from Gilbert as he chugged his own beer down to keep up with the Italian. “Come onnnn, Lovi, you and I both know you are, what they say, down bad for me!” He grinned as Lovino's face visibly turned bright red. Hah!
“Would you keep it down?! I'm trying to enjoy my wine.” Lovino hissed out through his teeth as he continued to drink more. And more. Not wanting to linger on that sentence.
He didn't want to come face to face with any of his feelings. That's what he had wine for. He could hear another titter from Gilbert as he glared at him for the nth time that night. “What? What is so funny?”
Gilbert barely could stop laughing as he gave him a grin. “You! You are such an easy-open book to read!” He exclaimed as Lovino’s mind was now fueled by the wine, just as much as Gilbert was fueled by his beer.
His hands grabbed Gilbert's face as he pulled him forward, planting a hot and heavy kiss on those stupid lips to get him to shut up. It worked a little too well because Gilbert’s hands were on his hips, running right to his ass to yank him in closer. Making Lovino softly gasp out into the kiss as he was pulled onto his lap.
Not exactly thinking, he slowly began to grind his hips down against Gilbert's lap as he enjoyed the fact he could hear Gilbert straining to not make any noise. Hah! Take that, you stuipido-
His eyes nearly popped from his skull when he felt a finger slide into the crack of where his ass was. Making him almost jolt off his lap as he held himself in. “Gilbert, per favore, ti prego, fai qualcosa.” He mumbled low against the kiss as he listened to the rough laugh from Gilbert. Ugh!
“Use English, silly, I want to hear you say that again.” Gilbert mumbled against his lips as he felt the huff from Lovino’s nostrils. Clearly drunk with both alcohol and power.
He couldn't stand him. “Please, I'm begging, do something.” Lovino spoke through gritted teeth as Gilbert’s eyes went wide. Clearly shocked he got Lovino to actually submit. Woah… “Well? Are we doing something, or are you going to just stare at me like a stupid cod?”
Gilbert didn't need to be told twice. He pulled him off his lap before yanking him to the bathroom excitedly as he pulled Lovino in for another kiss. Feeling him melt against his body as he pulled them even more into the nearest stall.
His hands took Lovino’s wrists, pinning him into the door, as their mouths chased for kiss after kiss. He didn't think Lovino was that horny, but he wasn't going to complain. His mouth finally made its way to the crook of his neck and shoulder. Latching on to leave a new mark.
Lovino, surprisingly and unashamedly, moaned out as his head went back. Feeling the pressure of Gilbert's knee against his crotch, riding the feeling as his eyes fluttered. It had been weeks since they last fucked, and he was ready to go again. “Gilbert… you better actually- ahh- do something before I ride you-”
He felt his hands get lifted up over his head as he was pinned down, feeling a hand over his mouth. Gilbert was glaring at him as he all but became weak kneed to the power that he exerted. “Lovi, you are being bratty when you know I am in charge.” That was the only warning he was doling out before his eyes nervously looked away.
…?
His hand moved from Lovino’s mouth. Even though they had established that Gilbert could be as aggressive as he wanted to, he was still hesitant to hurt him. He didn't want him to think he was a pervert. Especially considering deep down-
“What? Did you forget the lube again? You know that's not a problem.” Lovino mumbled as his eyebrows rose, noticing that look in Gilbert's eye. He got the same look too. He knew that meant he was in his own head. “..Gilbert..”
“Huh? Pfft, I am fine, Lovi! Though… ja… I did forget the lube. It wasn't on purpose, I swear!” He grinned as Lovino rolled his eyes. Least he dropped the subject for now.
Lovino slowly lowered himself to his knees as his hands went to the waistband of his belt. Taking out of the loops as he undid the button and zipper, flinching a little when he got his underwear down. “You're going to have to do some of the work.”
Gilbert rolled his eyes as a smug smirk came onto his lips. He couldn't just say he wanted to be face fucked? His hips slowly inched forward as he slid his cock into the warm, wet cavern with a satisfied sigh. Pushing all the way into his throat as his hand went to his hair.
Even after everything, he never pulled the fuel on his head. He knew better. He took his time with working up a pace as he used his mouth more like a toy. “That's it… get it all nice and wet. You're gonna need it since it's been a while-” He was thrown off when he saw Lovino's shuffling and…
He was fingering himself. His eyes were wide as his cock throbbed right in Lovino’s mouth. He almost always wanted Gilbert to do it. Was he really that bad off? His hips had stopped, but Lovino kept bobbing his head.
The Italian was doing everything in his power to not linger on his own dumb, hidden feelings as his eyes fluttered shut. Whining when he struck his own prostate, legs pulling together. He just… needed sex. He could regret not telling him the truth in the morning.
Pulling his mouth off his cock and removing his hand, he stood up and turned away with his ass pointed towards Gilbert. “So? Are you going to put it in, or do I have to do that too?”
Gilbert was shaken from his reverie as he grabbed the nice hips in front of him, slowly pushing himself inside of Lovino as both of them moaned out. Good God, he was tight! He swore under his breath as he waited until he was all the way inside before pulling out. Now shoving right back forward.
Lovino’s head began to spin from the fact that Gilbert wasted no time. He was screwing his brains out! “Sì, sì, proprio lì-” He chanted as he felt Gilbert pick up the pace. Practically rattling him and the door. “Ohh, Mio Dio, così grande, fanculo a me-”
Gilbert wasn't going to lie. He didn't remember the last time that Lovino was this vocal. He wasn't even fully sure what he said, but he could tell it was good, given that Lovino had grabbed his wrist to keep it on his waist. His other hand was up on the door, clawing at it.
Creeeek!
They both froze as Gilbert yanked Lovino’s arm back, covering his mouth with his other as their eyes went wide. He was certain that he could feel Lovino’s heart racing faster. And-
Lovino's hips pushed back against his cock, making Gilbert wince as his wide eyes went down to look at him. What was he doing?! He was totally being a brat!
Gilbert bared his teeth as he began to push right back into him, using the new angle to his advantage as he could feel the shaky breaths coming from Lovino. His eyes screwed shut as he focused on sliding deep inside of him, slower now so he wouldn't make as much noise.
He could feel Lovino’s hand on his wrist tighten up as he clenched down around his cock. Gilbert was about to seriously lose it on him, and he didn't give a shit who was in here. He couldn't believe how badly Lovino wanted this.
Footsteps. Then. Creeeek.
A sigh of relief came from both of them as Gilbert’s hand moved from his mouth, now grabbing his other arm. He then took both wrists, holding them behind Lovino’s back to fuck into him better as he heard the whining moans that followed suit. “You don't get to try and ride me like that! That was unfair!”
Lovino bared his teeth as higher pitched cries left him. “I wasn't going- going to- going to let- ahnm! Let- let me talk, damn- fuck!” He couldn't speak when Gilbert kept hitting his prostate! His eyes rolled back as his legs pulled together pathetically.
“You weren't going to what? Let him stop you?” Gilbert finished it with a smirk as Lovino barely glanced over his shoulder to give a dirty look. Face being pressed up against the stall door as a high pitched moan left his lips.
How the fuck did he know? Ugh. Whatever. He couldn't focus anyway. He was pretty sure he sounded girly right now, and it pissed him off that Gilbert could do that. “Gilbert- Gillbbeerrt..”
It seemed only to fuel the German further as he continued to roughly slam his hips against Lovino’s ass over and over again. “That's- that's right-” He stammered as a low moan left his lips from the pleasure coursing through his body.
Lovino’s eyes went wide as he felt his body trembling now. “Wait, slow- slow the fuck- doownn! You're going to- hah- going to- cazzo, non posso farlo-! Sì, per favore, mi piace-!” Lovino bit his tongue to keep the last part from slipping out, but only for another high pitched moan to leave his lips as he cried out for him. “Gilbert!” He sobbed pitifully as he spilled out onto the door, floor, and unfortunately, his own pants.
Ugh! Disgusting.
Gilbert began to grow unsteady from how talkative Lovino had become, getting closer and closer to his own limit. “Ja… Sag mir, dass du mich liebst.” He mumbled low against his ear. Groaning out as he finally hit his own limit before spilling deep inside his hole. “Lovino…”
As the two stood there, panting heavily and a mess, Gilbert slowly pulled out to sit back on the toilet. Eyes glued now on Lovino’s ass that was, heh, leaking. Oops.
Lovino's head whipped around as his body turned beet red. “You made a mess inside of me, stronzo! Clean it up!” He whined out from embarrassment as he cupped his hands over his cock.
Gilbert's eyebrows rose as he snorted. He had seen his cock before. Why was he hiding it? “Alright, alright, prissy little baby. You complain a lot.” Gilbert teased as he grabbed some toilet paper to clean up their mess. “One of these days…”
“What? No, go on, finish that thought.” Lovino glared daggers at him over his shoulder Gilbert gave him an amused smirk. Alright, since he wanted to be a brat.
“I'll shove my fingers back inside of you.” He whispered against his ear as he relished the shiver that went down Lovino’s spine. He couldn't believe how horny this guy was, deep down!
Soon enough, both stumbled back out as Ludwig could be seen approaching them. Eyes narrowing as he stood in front of them.
Fuck.
“...Feliciano was looking everywhere for you, Lovino. I think you should go tell him you're okay. I need a word with my brother.”
Fuck!
Lovino practically skittered off as he ran to find Feliciano who launched himself into a hug onto his brother. Being almost knocked over as his eyes went wide. “What is the matter with you?!”
“Me?! You and Gilbert went missing! It scared me!” Feliciano cried as he held his brother close. Not letting go.
Lovino’s eyes nervously went to the corner where he could tell they were having a serious conversation. One that he and Gilbert should be having instead. “Yeah, yeah, we're fine.” He mumbled, eyes soft as he watched their discussion. He wished he knew what was happening.
Though, soon enough, they both came back over as Ludwig and Gilbert approached them. Gilbert was grinning as Ludwig kept that same serious look he always had. If he hurt Gilbert's feelings, he was going to tear him a new asshole!
“Come on. I think we are ready to go home, are we not?” Ludwig looked to Gilbert who looked confused before letting out a noise.
“Oh, ja, we have to get the brothers back home! Shame we can't stay with them any longer!” Gilbert sighed dramatically as Lovino’s eyebrows furrowed together. Falling for it, unfortunately.
“Who the hell said that, idiota?! Neither me or Feliciano said something stupid like that, you bastard! You know what, just to spite you two, you're both staying!” Before Lovino realized it, he had played right into their trap. “Merda! Non intendevo questo!”
Feliciano dramatically gasped as his hands came to cover his mouth. “Fratello! You can't say that! That's going back on your word! Ludwig! I want you and Gilbert to come over! It'll be a sleepover! We can order pizza!” The cheerful brother chirped as Lovino face palmed.
What had he done…?