one-shots

luca and vinci again

Vincent's dirty blonde hair fell over his face as he crawled on top of Luca's half-naked form. His husband looked up at him with such trust and desire it made his stomach turn inside him. It wasn't the first time they'd had sex, but Luca had always been quite nervous. This time though, he seemed to be the one engaging. He'd asked mere minutes ago, rather shyly of course, but how could Vincent refuse him?

He hastily untied the strings on Luca's trunks and slid them down his legs, watching as Luca shimmied them off and kicked them to the floor. He sat up and repeated the process with Vincent, kissing him needily as he did so. His black trunks joined Luca's blue and yellow ones on the floor.

The old bed creaked as Vincent pushed him back down, never letting their lips part. His hand slid down his body and Luca's breathing sped up through kisses as he wrapped his hand around his dick.

"You're so beautiful when you're horny," Vincent whispered sensually as he stroked him, letting his other hand hold his face as he kissed him. Panting and soft moans filled the room until they stopped suddenly. Vincent took his hand off Luca, just as he's about to finish.

"Please, Vinci..." Luca moaned, arching his back and letting his head sink back into the pillows. His accent was a lot more prominent now that he was hardly able to hold anything back from Vincent, who withdrew has hand completely from Luca. He let out a whine and reached down for his own hard dick, before Vincent grabbed his hand to stop him. He moaned again, his hips moving a little as he squirmed. He was so close.

"Do you want it? Do you want to cum?" Vincent hummed, leaning in to kiss the top of his mop of curly hair. He stifled a groan and nodded his head, sitting up and shoving him down with a large creak of the old bed frame. The sounds of their passion and the old bed creaking split through the warm morning hum coming from the open window.

Luca rolled Vincent over, shocking him slightly but he didn't resist. It was actually quite a turn on for him, having his normally shy husband so eager. Luca positioned himself before taking a deep breath and thrusting deep inside of Vincent, causing them both to gasp sharply. He placed his arms either side of him before withdrawing slightly, and slamming his hips against Vincent's ass again. He lets out a low groan as he started thrusting, slowly at first but speeding up. 

It was a brand new sensation for both of them, and they savoured every second, every thrust. Luca's stomach felt as if it was on fire with the building pleasure.

"Luca," Vincent groaned.
"Cazzo, sei così perfetto Vinci..." Luca whined, knowing full well Vincent had no clue what he was saying. Maybe it's easier that way; to say all of the things he wants to say without Vincent really hearing them.
"Potrei scoparti per sempre."

After a few long and hot minutes of the pummelling, Luca bit his tongue to hold back a moan as he finally finished, far inside of Vincent as he did the same. Vincent made no attempt to hide his pleasure, his muscular back arching as he groaned low in his throat. They rode out their orgasms together before Luca collapsed on top of him, panting heavily. 

His messy hair fell all over his face and Vincent turned over, brushing it behind Luca's ear. They were both gasping for air, and Luca buried his flushed face into Vincent's chest. He held Luca for a moment, admiring his husband before whispering breathlessly

"I dibs not cleaning the sheets." Luca looked down at the sheets with an embarrassed blush. They had made quite the mess. He sighed and mumbled
"Well, fine. I can do it later." He rubbed and kissed Vincent's shoulders as he closed his eyes, listening to his husband's heavy breathing and the crickets chirping outside. Cars drove by on the cobblestone streets and the occasional sound of horses hooves and carts being drawn gave a sense of busyness to the day.

They rested in each other's arms for close to an hour, sharing occasional murmurs of love-filled words and soft kisses. Vincent found Luca to be a lot less shy, resting in his chest and his hands combing through his hair. The hum from the open window seemed a lot less like background noise with comfortable silence filling their bedroom. Eventually Vincent looked up at the clock, to realize how much time had passed, and no matter how much he loved moments like these, there was a day to be had.

"Alright, alright. I suppose we have to get ready, for real this time." Vincent said as he sat himself up on the bed, ignoring their trunks on the floor and walking over to the wardrobe. Luca just sat there and crossed his legs over on the bed, admiring every part of his Vinci. Every little mark, every movement as he pulled out a light grey shirt and dark shorts from the wardrobe. It took him a moment to realise two things; he was biting the skin off of his lips again, and that Vincent was talking to him.

"Oh... I wasn't listening." He admitted as he leaped off the bed and pulled on a red and white striped shirt and some baggy jeans. Vincent sighed and walked over while fastening his belt, planting a soft kiss on top of Luca's head.
"Of course you weren't. I was saying that we have lunch next door at the Laurier's today, remember?" Luca's nose scrunched up as he reluctantly nodded his head. 

He hated the next door neighbours; they were one of the only downsides to the holiday home. He thought they were boring and rude, seeing as they only talked about the weather and what they thought were better towns than this one back in America where they're from, though Luca wasn't sure that was even possible. To him, right here in small town Italy was the best place on Earth.

"Come on, they aren't that bad." Vincent tried to convince as he strode into the small bathroom, ruffling his hair a little with water. He never made much effort to style it, though Luca made even less. 

"They're boring, and rude. They judge us, you know." He said as he stood in front of Vincent, blocking his view of the mirror. Vincent sighed and leaned in, placing both of his palms on the sink either side of Luca to trap him.

"Darling," He started, almost mocking him with dark eyes and a smirk. "At the very least, behave yourself while we're there." He said the last part in a hushed whisper, right next to Luca's ear. It sent a chill down his spine; it almost got him hard again too. 

But instead he rolled his eyes and ducked under his arm, smirking as he walked back into their room to find his shoes. He glanced back when Vincent thought he was gone; the man was smiling to himself and even blushing a little. Luca couldn't help but giggle at the sight, and Vincent turned around with a glare, shooting him a middle finger. Luca made a heart with his hands and Vincent turned back to the sink, ruffling his hair slightly as he tried to fight off a smile.