To be or not to be?

Toni and Tomatoes

Author here....Thank you guys for the reads and messages. I value your opinions very much ^.^ I'm not some conceited writer... My writing is terrible but I'm glad people still enjoy them and actually I need help so if you know anyone please send them my way... Sorry for taking so long to update, I've been lost for ideas even though I know exactly where this story is going. This is just a filler because I really needed to update this sorry (again)....
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"Anton-....ah p-please stop" I moaned trying to push the sex crazed Spaniard off me. Kissing my neck and pulling at my curl. "We did it three times last night tomato bastard" I argued. "But it's your fault" Antonio whined. "How so?" 

I finally managed to get out of his grip, and walk over to the dresser. I slip on one of his shirts, and finger comb my hair. I turn over to see Antonio with a cute pout on his face. Gah, stop being so adorable. I chuckle lightly, walking over and pant a chaste kiss on his lips.

He reaches over fisting my hair, pulling me in for a deeper kiss. His tongue glides against my lower lip and I open to let him in. Our tongues immediately colliding, molding into one another, as if they were made specifically for each other.

I rest one knee on the outside of his lap, and the other in between his legs. I rub my knee up against his morning wood, a low growl escaping his lips.

My hands lower to his private region as our kisses get hotter and more desperate. I cup his length through the sheet, running my thumb over the head. I immediately swallow his throaty moan. Biting on his bottom lip before pulling away. I chuckle evilly, bending down to whisper in his ear. "You might want to take care of that."

I take off running to the bathroom. I hear him calling after me and footsteps following. I lock the bathroom door behind, hearing Antonio wiggling the doorknob fiercely and cursing under his breath about removing all locks in the house.

I laugh turning on the shower water as I hear him retreat.

I return to the living room still in one of his oversized shirts and my hair still damp from the shower. Antonio looks at me briefly then huffs. Turning away from me with a pouty face. I laugh internally. He could be such a child at times.

I sit on his lap, legs on either side of his waist face to face, hands planted on his shoulders. I hear his breath hitch but he still refuses to look at me.

I kiss him. Kiss after kiss. My eyebrows furrow in irritation. Kiss me back you idiot. I let out a breath of annoyance and decide to get up.

He grips my wrist pulling me back  down, crashing his lips with mine. I can feel all his passion and love for me. My body starts to tingle, and his hands that are now gripping my waist burn with pleasure. I wiggle around on his lap as the kiss deepens. He takes a deep breath. "Don't start what you can't finish," he pecks my lips again.

"It's not my fault you get easily turned on," I chuckle.

"On the contrary, it is very much all your fault," I shrug, putting my hands on either side of his face, pulling him closer. I  kiss him deep. My tongue flickers over his bottom lip, begging for entrance. My tongue slides into his mouth. I prod around tasting all of him. Toni tries to fight for dominance but, this is my show. My hands grip his brown locks, pulling slightly.Our lips perfectly in sync, our tongues waltz. His lips were made for me and no one else. Everything starts to blackout and the only thing I can concentrate on is how Antonio's tongue feels against mine. He pulls back in a trance. 

I can tell he wants to say something. I feel my heartbeat increase to an ungodly speed. "I lov-" 

"Toni!" Prussia's voice rings through the house. 

"Ohonhon, mon ami were we interrupting something?" I feel the heat spread to my ears as they look at us. Me on Antonio's lap, him and his slightly disheveled hair and dazed look.

"Uh, not at all, I'll go and um get dressed, and leave ya'll to Toni" I dash up the stairs. I let out a breath of relief when I'm in the room. Holy shit, that was close. Too close. I tug on black skinny jeans with rips down them and a red shirt. I head downstairs to make me food. Antonio eyes me the whole time as I walk around the kitchen. Yea, if you could not look at me like that, that would be fanfuckingtastic! 

"Loviii" Toni sings. I roll my eyes as I chop a tomato.

"Yes tomato bastard?" I feel a hand against my ass as he darkly chuckles onto my neck. I inwardly freeze. I didn't expect him to be so close. 

"Lovi" he purrs into my ear and plant a kiss on my neck. I shudder slightly. Ok, back the fuck up I'm trying to cut a tomato, unless you want me to cut your finger off. I growl.

"Antonio, stop being a perverted bastard, you have company" I try to shrug him off. He just tightens his grip and pushes further against me. "Potato bastard, wine bastard!" I yell. "One of you come and get this idiota off me!" 

"~kesesesese~ Toni you can maul your boyfriend later, we have stuff to do" Prussia pries Antonio off me and drags him to the living room. I settle on making a tomato sandwich because I'm too lazy to cook. I walk into the living room sandwich in hand. 

"Lovi, I'm going out with the guys"

"Oh, ok, I'll just hang around here or hang with Arthur or something," I shrug bringing the sandwich to my mouth. Antonio keeps eyeing me, or the sandwich. "You want some?" I innocently ask. He nods his head.  " Say ah!" I feed him a bite of the sandwich. He licks his lips, and I can't stop myself. I grip his hair pulling him down, capturing his lips. He taste like tomatoes. "I want some too" Francis whines, and I flip him off. Antonio pulls back , and kisses my cheek again.

"I'll see you later, mi tomate" he heads out the door. I chuckle when I hear him puch Francis before the door close.