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The afternoon sun slanted through the half-closed shutters of Romano’s bedroom, painting golden stripes across Antonio’s bare back. He was already on his knees on the bed, forehead pressed to the pillow, ass up like an offering. His usual cheerful energy had melted into something breathy and needy, curls sticking to his damp neck.
“Fucking look at you,” Lovino growled, voice low and rough as he knelt behind him. One hand gripped Antonio’s hip hard enough to leave marks, the other slick with oil as he pushed two fingers deeper, scissoring them with deliberate slowness. “All eager and spread open for me. You’re such a slut for it, Asshole.”
Antonio moaned into the pillow, hips twitching back greedily. “L-Lovi… please… I want you.”
“Yeah? You want my cock?” Romano pulled his fingers out, ignoring the desperate whine that earned him. He stroked himself once, twice, spreading the leftover oil, then lined up. “Beg properly, bastard.”
“Por favor…” Spain’s voice cracked, accent thicker with want. “Fuck me, Romano. I need you inside me—ah!”
Lovino thrust in hard in one smooth stroke, burying himself to the hilt. The tight heat made him hiss through his teeth. “Merda… so fucking tight every time.” He didn’t give Antonio time to adjust. He pulled back and slammed in again, setting a brutal rhythm that had the headboard banging against the wall.
Spain’s moans were shameless, loud and sweet, every thrust punching little cries out of him. His hands fisted the sheets as Romano leaned over him, chest to back, biting down on his shoulder.
“Mine,” Lovino snarled against his skin, hips snapping harder. “Say it.”
“Yours—fuck—yours, Romano!” Antonio’s voice broke into a sob of pleasure when Lovino changed angle and hit that spot dead-on. His cock was leaking onto the sheets, untouched, bouncing with every punishing thrust.
Romano reached around and wrapped a hand around him, stroking roughly in time with his hips. “Gonna come just from my cock, huh? Pathetic… but so fucking hot.”
Antonio came first with a strangled shout, clenching tight around Romano as he spilled over his hand and the bed. Romano fucked him through it, chasing his own release until he buried himself deep and came with a low, guttural groan, filling Spain up.
They stayed locked together, panting. Romano pressed lazy, biting kisses along Antonio’s spine, murmuring, “Don’t you dare move yet, tomato bastard. I’m not done with you tonight.”