Cold Feet...Hot Bottom*Read the description below if you are confused, there is a picture/drawing from a fellow deviantART member that goes along with the short story.*It was late one hot Summer night. Lovino Vargas was standing in the kitchen. Sporting a green tank top, and his favorite tomato print boxers, the only thing he could do was keep cool with ice cold water. Drinking down the last of his beverage, he looked over to his brother Feliciano. He scoffed slightly to himself. His brother, god bless his heart was not the brightest bulb out there, but still he tried. Lovino did everything in his power to watch over the younger Vargas brother, and that even meant laying down the law, which thankfully previously being under Germany's rule, Feliciano usually behaved himself.The younger Vargas brother was sitting on the couch watching a movie. He was laughing, pointing to the screen, and would occasionally look over at his brother."Romano
come here a quick minute. You need to see thi
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ow!" The tinge of pain in Toris' heightened voice was easy to pick out."You're not relaxing," Ivan chastised with a tsk in his voice."I-I can't help it! It really has been a while
" Toris defended. He was quiet for a moment before his voice rang out again. "Owowow, stop
!""If I stop now you'll never relax. If
I'd have known you were going to give me this much trouble, I would have tied you down." Ivan said off hand, a bit of strain in his own voice now."I somehow doubtowthat would help me to relax any." Toris was a little winded now, swallowing hard."Just breathe,""I am,""Found it!""No, donAH! Ow, Ivan stoowow! Th-that hurts you know!""Don't wiggle!""I can't helpaahha!" Fingers were twisted into sheets, and Toris' breath only grew shorter and more audible."Toris," Ivan snapped. "I'm going to stop if you carry on like this."