Thread by @VentoSoffia

Fucking son of a bitch now I wanna write Spamano.

I haven't done anything today, I'm a total slug, I'm not gonna start another thing I won't finish

"You always think you can get away with everything, don't you?"

Lovi's internally just screaming and asking himself how he can be so horny and scared at the same time.

"I'd never hurt you," he says and it sounds so sincere. "But I do think that sometimes, someone needs to rap over your knuckles." He cups his cheek with one hand and he leans into the touch. "You always were Papà's favourite, weren't you? A spoiled little thing."

"I'm not spoiled," he mutters and knows that in a way, he lies. He can't even muster an acerbic tone.
He still smiles at him. Goddammit, that stupid unwavering smile is so beautiful and yet scary.
"Oh, you are. Not as spoiled as Feli, but definitely a little brat."

There it is, there is the first crack, the first mean thing that breaks the honey sweet voice, albeit not the smile. He thinks about biting the thumb that carresses his cheek, knowing fully well it only means he'll get it shoved into his mouth later. Way too harshly.

Whatever he'd do to those hands, they'd choke him later anyways and any itty bitty dent would translate to bruises on his body. He shouldn't like the thought so much.
He knew the man loved him above all else, despite the fact Lovino was ... who he was.

Antonio would never want to hurt him and yet, he knows he'd have little problem to mess his beautiful hair up later to shove him down on his cock until tears came from his eyes.
He doesn't know why Antonio, who tries to be a better person, sometimes just doesn't wanna be.

And he doesn't know why he wants him to be a messed up jerk, who only wears a nice mask. Who tries to hide the fact he's still the same old asshole. Doey he think he deserves it? For indeed being a bratty, loud and insensitive son of a bitch he definitely is?

Maybe it's just hot and maybe it's good to know he isn't the only messed up person. He doesn't know and frankly, he thought as he stepped closer to him, he doesn't care either. There are a lot more fucked up things in their lives and this world than being into hypocritical jerks.

And oh, as he shoves his own body between his hips, he could already feel his boner. Those pants aren't even ridiculously tight. There's no words spoken as his hands roam over his sides, his back, chest to chest.
He knows this is gonna end up in the bedroom sometime.

He als knows it's gonna be a lot faster if he breaks the silence and says something that ticks him off. About any retort or taunt at this point would. To choose at which speed he's going to meet his demise is all the control he has left, but it's potent nonetheless.

He grins at him and for a moment thinks that it is already the straw that breaks the camels back. He definitely sees the shadow of a frown flit over his oh so relaxed face. No further reaction, though.
"And you're not a spoiled brat? Bwah, don't make me laugh!"

"I know all the stories, you've been nothing but a spoiled little monster, because /you/ thought you could get away with everything."
He knows he's going to eat all of his words later, every single sound that left him, but wasn't that the thrill?

With a punishment as wonderful as this, he'd love to pay for his bad behaviour.
Still no reaction and he is by now so far gone, he thinks about actually bringing up his father, but the decision is taken from him when he wraps his arms around him and picks him up.

"You're always so cocky, Lovi," he says and shoves him a little further up. Another push and he'd fall over his shoulder, to be carried like a sack of flour. "Must have the last word, as if it'd kill you to shut up." His steps are definitely wonky due to the weight.

It's not a very pleasant walk to tbe bed, so it's good that it's short. He is almost a little surprised that he lowers him onto the bed and doesn't throw him on it. So he opens his mouth again, against all better judgement, because he is high on being in control.

He knows that he won't be in a moment. "You fucking square", he thus says and shakes his hand in the dismissive gesture so typical for him. "You sound like all the other jerks. If I had a cent for every time someone told me to shut up, I'd be swimming in money."

He's finally done it and breaks out into a sweat of both anticipation and fear when Antonio leans down to him and grabs his face. Every time he loses control, he realizes he /really/ can't get away with everything and the thought is frightening every time anew.

"And not once did you listen," he said. "Silence is golden, don't you know that?" He now kneels over him, legs both sides to his hips. He's trapped and still can't shake the fear of when he kisses him. He wastes no time with pleasantries anymore and shoves his tongue right in.

"Unlike all the other people, I will make you shut up, though," he says afterwards. "No point in talking with you when you don't listen anyways." He really wants to say something, but can't, because his fingers work on the buttons of his shirt and his mouth sucks at his neck.

After merely two buttons undone, he bites for the first time. He knows it won't be the last.
"Ouch!" He doesn't listen. He doesn't care. He keeps on unbuttoning his shirt and by the time he's done, yanks him by his hair.
Now that hurt, both physically and in his soul.

He really must have said too much. His hands dig into Antonio's arm but he doesn't care. He even yanks at his hair one last time when he sits up.
He finally lets go, but he crosses his arms in front of his chest before he can reach for his shirt. "I'll take it off."

He could live with whatever pain may come, but he could not live with a torn seam on his shirt. His clothes are way too nice and expensive to be sacrificed to Antonio's destructive mood.
So he takes off his shirt and throws it down the bed. Antonio has a smirk on his face.

"See, you can be so nice and compliant, if you want," he says but he has no time to get cocky again because he leans back into him and when he backs away, follows him. Once more, he grabs his face and god, does Lovi both like and loathe his expression.

It's the cocky teenager again, who bullied him because he needed to pick on /someone./ The Antonio, who couldn't kick up at his father, so he kicked down. /That/ asshole. "Now get out of your pants, too." He should do nothing for that bastard but he does kick off his shoes

He unbuttons his jeans and somehow, with him still kneeling over him, manages to pull them off. They slide to the floor. He's not impressed. "All of it," he says.
He knows he's red in the face when he says: "That's ridiculous, you're still fully clothed."

"What's so ridiculous about that?"
"What do you want to do with me naked while you're still all dressed up?"
He regrets the question in the next moment, when he answers: "Oh, I can think of a lot of things to do with you." One hand grabs his briefs' waistband.

It's as if he decides to not even give him a choice and yanks them down. They also find their way to the floor and now he's naked except for his socks and the wooden cross around his neck. He wonders if he should take it off. He knows he'd be livid if it broke somehow.

Antonio knows it, too, since he knows where it came from. Not even in this kind of mood would he touch it, out of respect for him and for Rosario. The cross is taboo while he could do about anything else with his son. He remembers the bite on his neck while he eyes him.

One hand runs along his thigh and as much as he would love to think about how hot it is that he can support himself perfectly on just one hand, he asks himself if part of the 'punishment' will be teasing. But Antonio was never good at holding back or having patience.

If he read between the lines correctly the one time he talked with Diego, Antonio could muster patience when it came to /actual/ torture. But that must have been a single case, because while Antonio can be ruthless to get what he wants, to like prolonged suffering isn't him.

Thinking about business should kill any normal person's boner, most definitely this part of their business and he does feel how his thoughts lead him astray from the situation at hand. Luckily, Antonio's hand is still there. "Ah, you really got it all, don't you?" he asks.