Spiteful Lovers |Romano X Reader|

Part 31

I raise my hand to his cheek, and he turns his gaze back to me. Tears fall from his eyes as he grits his teeth. "What's wrong, my love?"

"I-I'm just so happy," he covers his eyes with his arm. "I've been waiting for this for a long time."

With a gentle smile on my face, I wrap my arms around his waist and bury my face into his toned chest. "I have, too."

His hand strokes my hair, and begins to move down my back, getting lower and lower. To keep my dominance, I nip at his muscular collar bone, and a soft moan escapes his lips. As I look up at him with a smirk, his odd, gravity-defying curl catches my eye. While his eyes are shut tight with embarrassment, my hand stealthily reaches up and sharply pulls at it. His eyes fly open, and he instantly pushes me onto my back, eyeing me like a tiger stares at it's prey. "L-Lovino?"

His eyes dark, and his voice low, his hands travel down my body, shoulders to hips. "Why would you do that?"

"Curious..." I shrug, flinching as he starts to pull my shirt up.

"Well," he looks at me with a seductive expression, "are you satisfied?" I gasp as his hand slides up my stomach, getting closer and closer to my-

Knock. Knock.

"Damn it," Lovino growls. "What?!"

"Fratello? It's almost time for dinner!"

"Screw you, Feliciano!"

"Ti amo anch'io!" He laughs through the door. We sit in silence as we listen for his retreating footsteps. I turn my gaze back to Lovino, who looks pissed as hell.

"That idiot, always ruining the moment," he scoffs, and he falls onto me.

"Y-You're heavy!" I gasp for air, pushing at him to get off.

"Who cares?" He hisses as his arms snake around my waist, his head resting on my chest. "I'm comfortable, and that's all that matters."

"Yea, but don't be surprised when you wake up on a dead body!" I retort.

"That's too depressing to even think about..." He hides his face.

I raise an eyebrow at him. "Waking up on a dead body?"

"No," he squeezes me tighter. "The fact that it'd be you."

"You're lucky I love you, Lovino."

He smiles and moves up a little, placing a kiss on my cheek. "I know." This time, he lays sideways, his arm stretched out. I lay my head on it, and he uses his free hand to pull our bodies closer.

"It's almost dinner time," I yawn, snuggling into his chest.

"They won't miss us," he reassures me. "Besides, I don't feel like dealing with the potato bastard right now."

"Whatever you say, Lovino."