Home From Work (PruMano Lemon)

Home From Work - 1

Lovino had stayed home sick from the world meeting, instead letting his brother handle it. Gilbert still went to every meeting, despite not having any say, and he brought life to the room, no matter the scene. He hadn't minded when Lovino woke up with a rough voice and a whisper in his tone, because his feverish expression was difficult to say no to. And so, after tucking his lover in and giving him a metaphorical kiss, the mother bird flew from the nest.

Usually, he brought back some kind of gift or snack for Lovino when he stayed home, but his feelings were early onset from the get-go. It began as a warmth in his stomach and cheeks as he thought of him laying sick in bed, before his innocent wondering of if he was okay or not became worse. His eyes blanked out, and he suddenly found himself parched, despite his black coffee. However, he looked sleek and stylish as ever, no worries!

Until he began to think of how low and rough Lovino sounded, and what it did to him. His usual smooth voice had been broken up by his cold, sounding gruff without the grumpy tone. Readjusting his hold on the lukewarm mug, Arthur's droning voice drowned out the meeting and set the tone. Vividly, the details of their room formed in his head, and a vision that he had stayed home for him.

Gilbert liked to say he was able to control his urges, as his past had him sworn to it. This time, he couldn't help himself, and the scene in the real moment was too boring to tear him away. Apparently, five meters agreed with him, because he suddenly could barely wait another fifteen minutes before it descended into chaos; his natural element.

He went home without getting anything. His mind was racing, and his heart was calm. He knew what he needed to do. His desire was in his sights while he jostled the keys in the door, desperately turning the knob and going in. He almost forgot to lock the door, and if Lovino had been in the kitchen, he definitely would have disregarded an open home. He raced up the stairs as quick as he could, undoing his tie already, dropping it halfway through the hall that lead to their shared room.

"Lovino," he murmured, opening the door in a daze. It almost felt like he had went through a dry spell the very second he saw him, because he saw the light sheen of sweat across his neck from his fever, and he wanted to pounce. His lover stirred a moment later, his tired golden eyes settling on him innocently. "What is it, amore?" He was too tired to see the albino's small pupils, and only realized what was happening when he climbed over, effectively straddling him and beginning to work on his shirt. "Fuck, I missed you, I missed you badly," he breathed, working his hips against the silhouette of Lovino's pelvis through the blanket.

"Gilbert, I'm sick," Lovino rasped, registering and attempting to get him off half-heartedly. Part of him hoped that Gilbert really meant this, instead of a prank brought on by Alfred or Matthias. However, seeing his lover's spine stiffen at his touch on his bare chest, he doubted he would've let him get away with it, anyway.

"It's--" Gilbert released a breathy moan, arching into his touch, "it's fine, we don't have another meeting for weeks. But I need you, now." He began to work on his belt in a hurry, and Lovino moved him just enough to tug the blanket away. Gilbert groaned softly at the sight of him already, since he hadn't worn anything except for boxers and one of the Prussian's shirts to bed. Why did he always seem to know?

His pants were off in a flash after the belt had them free, and he had previous kicked off his shoes and socks because he hated getting the house dirty, so he left them on a mat inside. He barely thought of cleaning the sheets later as he leaned down, pressing himself up against Lovino and whining quietly. He almost wished he had prepared himself earlier.

He ran his tongue across Lovino's hot neck and barely heard the brunette's sharp intake of breath, grazing his teeth over a sensitive area he had memorized by now. "Gilbert, just be careful," Lovino murmured, tilting his head back and weaving his hands into his hair. He didn't mean the statement at all, because he knew that each time, Gilbert went at it like an animal. He was wild, and he loved it. He felt the buttons on his shirt come loose, and it opened up to reveal his chest.

It was easy to tell he was rushed, because Gilbert barely spent any time on his neck before moving down to his collarbone and chest, his hands running with ease over the lithe, slightly-chubby frame Lovino kept. He swiftly gripped an exposed love handle and used it as leverage to grind again, his lips wrapping around a perk nipple and nipping it gently. It drew a nice reaction from Lovino, but he needed it louder. More desperate.

The hold on his hair tightened considerably when he began to genuinely harass his chest with licks and bites, marking it as his briefly before he continued. He was usually slower, but he couldn't ignore the main goal forever. He shivered at the sensation of Lovino's warm skin, feverish and perfectly smooth. He ran the back of his tongue down his stomach, tracing the navel and continuing down. The Italian's legs reflexively wrapped around his neck, and he felt another hand join in the attack on his hair.

His thumbs hooked around the waistband of his boxers and yanked them down without hesitation, his mouth almost watering by now. He felt Lovino's shiver across the bed due to the cold air on his skin, the fabric of Gilbert's shirt making a delicious friction against the sheets. His moan was soft and delicate, albeit husky due to his cold. "Gilbert," he rasped, "get on with it."

And so he did. Instead of giving Lovino oral as he planned, he pulled away for a disappointing moment to undress himself at last, grabbing the bottle of lube from under the bed. It was swift enough so that he wouldn't have to miss Lovino's warmth too much, because he quickly slicked up his fingers and got to work after nestling back between his legs.

Once again, Gilbert made a low growl at the tight warmth that closed around his finger, and then his next added digit. He could barely wait until it was something bigger; something with more nerve endings. It wasn't long before Lovino's discomfort ended and he nearly begged Gilbert to continue. The quickie was going too slow for him, and the albino agreed.

Flipping him over onto his stomach, Gilbert briefly slicked himself up and wiped his fingers on the sheets, adjusting a good starting grip on Lovino's thighs. They rubbed together just barely, and he bit his lip at the thought of thrusting between them instead. However, he had to keep his eyes on the prize, and he entered fairly quickly.

It seized him like he was addicted, and in a way, he was. The tight hotness closed around him and even while relaxed, it almost hurt to continue. Gilbert's tongue lolled out immediately, and he distantly heard Lovino's heavy panting from the sensation of stretching. The very second he wiggled his hips back against Gilbert's, the Prussian leaned over his back, running his tongue up his spine and growling possessively before starting at a fast pace.

It was a matter of seconds before the bedboard became acquainted with the wall, as it had done many times before. Lovino's back arched and his nails dug into the pillow he held fiercely now, since his moans were almost muted due to his already sore throat. He went at it like an animal from the beginning, taking him utterly by surprise. Usually, Gilbert went slow.

"I need more," the former murmured, his tongue lolled slightly in pleasure. It was perfect already, and he felt his nails digging into the brunette's perfect thighs. They gave him enough to grab for leverage, and comfortable padding to thrust against. He was hunched over his back and panting heavily against the nape of his neck, his hips working rapidly to keep up the pace.

He knew he wouldn't last long like this, and when he felt his end coming, he went even harder. Lovino's moans, when his throat allowed it, were wanton, and in his feverish haze, he screamed for Gilbert without holding back. He went fast enough for it to be amazing, but it also hurt. He loved it.

Reaching around, his fingers wrapped around Lovino's length, and after lubricating it with precum, he began to stroke it to whatever pace he could think of. It apparently worked, because within fifteen seconds, the Italian screeched his name and came right onto the mattress. And during his post-orgasm, he tightened enough for Gilbert to be unable to move, causing him to press against his back more, waiting out his own finish since it came immediately after.

The Prussian shuddered as he felt his release come undone, and with a shaky moan, he shivered and leaned against him, letting the brunette leave him dry. However, in his fading haze, he fisted Lovino's soft hair, kissing him in a clash hard enough to make their lips bruised. He responded very positively to this, kissing back fiercely before Gilbert took control.

The morning after had to be a mess. Lovino woke up to a hurting everything, and Gilbert was still passed out on top of him without pulling out. With a soft sigh he began to push him off, until he felt feverish, hot skin. His deadpan was remarkable. "Sigh.. of course. You're lucky I needed you too, bastard." With a kiss to his lover's wrist, he laid back down, waiting for Gilbert to get up first.