Hi guys! I'm going to be frank with you, this is my first smut and you can see how it went. Straight to bdsm. I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Antonio and Lovino are in a dom/sub relationship (however, more centric to their sex life and not complete lifestyle). This

Warnings: Blatant smut, and smutty themes. No real plot. Masturbation and dirty talking. Also, this fic depicts a BSDM relationship so watch out.

Things to know: At the beginning, the scene that is described is complete availability, which means the dom (Antonio) should be able to 'take' or have sex with the sub (Lovino) at any given moment of the day. And because an asshole does not naturally lube itself, it's very hard for Lovino to keep up / The Tomato Box is the spamano version of a punishment box, with cards describing what the sub needs to do as punishment. (Lovino writes them himself to add to the fun) / Finally, I am not in a BDSM relationship and have only done so much research.

Lovino was in big trouble.

On the downside, he was going to be out running errands all day. Somehow within the past two weeks, all the food in the house had been eaten, the dishwasher went kaput, and the lights in the bathroom exploded. Not to mention Feliciano was in town, which meant they had to have lunch together as they always did.

Antonio also said they could meet up for dinner at the end of the day, and Lovino reluctantly agreed.

Now, normally running chores for hours on end wasn't a big deal. Lovino hated doing them, sure, but they were usually done with only the smallest of complaints. But today was different. Today he had fucked himself over and Antonio was eager to make him pay.

So what if he had been a little careless in their scene the other day? It wasn't like his asshole lubbed itself. So really he should have been rewarded instead of punished for being so well prepared at least eighty percent of the time.

Lovino blushed when he remembered just what had happened. He should have never agreed to it in the first place, no matter what his groin said.

[=]

"Lovino!" Antonio called, entering the kitchen like he had just come home from war and not the supermarket. "I'm home!"

"I see that" Lovino muttered. "I suppose you actually got what we needed for dinner and not whatever struck your fancy?"

"Uh huh. One onion, one thing of garlic, and that really good lube."

"Woah wait a second. What was that last one?"

"A thing of garlic?"

"You're impossible." Lovino grabbed the bag from his boyfriend, digging through for the ingredients to the dinner he was preparing. He turned to begin chopping the onion before Antonio seized his waist.

"Hey, what the hell? Let me go. Dinner isn't going to magically make itself."

"Mmm, but Lovi" Antonio hummed. "I want dessert first."

Normally Lovino would protest right away, but they were currently in the middle of a scene. Complete Availability, is was called, just meant that at all times of the day, for one day, Lovino had to be ready to be taken. That meant his asshole well lubbed, and no protesting unless he used the safe word (ribbon).

The whole thing was actually Lovino's idea. He hadn't realized how hard it was to constantly be ready for annoying bastards who swooped from open doorways and from behind closed doors. Even more than that, he had to resort to no pants since they only served to get in the way and absorb all the excess lube Lovino needed because Antonio was so fucking big.

Lovino swallowed. Damn him. Suddenly he remembered just how much he needed the really good lube and not the cheap stuff. He tried to discretely turn so his bare back was facing the cabinets and away from Antonio.

Then of course it was Antonio's idea to add the Tomato Box. The tomato box was a little red container than contained about fifty different cards with creative punishments listed on them. Whenever Antonio decided Lovino broke one of his rules, the result was to make him choose a card from the godforsaken box. It would also but used if he struck when Lovino wasn't prepared and ready for him…

Like he wasn't right then.

"Fuck no. Good boys eat their dinner and vegetables first before deflowering their boyfriends" Lovino snapped. He edged slowly around the counter, trying to judge just how far away the new thing of lube was sitting in its plastic bag. If he could just distract Antonio long enough...

"I guess I'm not a very good boy, am I?" Antonio said. He grinned when he realized Lovino was trying to get away and stepped forward so he was pinned to the counter. "But then again, neither are you"

Hot breath in his ear was proving very good as a distraction for Lovino, and Antonio kept dead set on fucking him then and there. Time for plan B.

"No, I'm a terrible boy." Lovino whispered in Antonio's ear. He wasted a precious second more before pressing their lips together. It was hard to think when kissing someone as good as Antonio, but Lovino managed it. Barely. He tried to lead them backwards and toward the lube.

Strong hands were sliding up and down his back, getting lower and lower and shit! They needed to stay away from his ass lest Antonio realized how bad of a boy Lovino really was. Lovino pulled some fancy lip movements that he knew Antonio loved and was rewarded with a groan. The hands stopped at his lower back for just a second.

At the same time Lovino blindly reached for the lube. Slender fingers just touched the bottle before their inner clumsiness reared its ugly head and it clattered to the floor.

Antonio jerked back. "What was that?" He looked around until he saw the bottle on the floor. "What are you doing?"

"er... kissing you?" Lovino tried. Antonio narrowed his eyes, a calculating look Lovino sometimes forgot he possessed that simultaneously scared him and made blood rush straight for his cock.

"Odd."

Antonio struck faster than Lovino anticipated and he found himself pressed into his chest as Antonio leaned over his shoulder to inspect the now all dry ass in his hand. Lovino felt fingers trail up the crack and poke around his asshole as he flushed, realizing he was so fucking caught.

"I thought you were supposed to be always ready?" Antonio asked, mock disappointment seeping into his voice.

"Well I thought that good lube was your department!" Lovino shot back.

Antonio tsked. "Now now Lovino, you know what the punishment is for not being ready for me." The hands fondling his cheeks suddenly squeezed tight and Lovino yelped. "The Tomato Box"

Fuck. His voice reached that octave.

For the record, Lovino hated the Tomato Box. He hated how he was told to strip down and pull a random card. He hated how he was forced to literally do anything that the card told him to. He hated how it was he himself who wrote up whatever horrifying scenario he had to do. And most of all, he hated that look Antonio would send him when he would groan and bury his head in his hands because he had to be the biggest masochist he knew.

But no amount of hate for the damn thing changed his moan at its mere mention. His hips rocked on their own accord, desperate for friction.

"Not the box." Lovino moaned. "Come on, haven't I been good enough?"

"Good enough doesn't cut it, Lovi. But I'll tell you what." Antonio released his hold to scoop up the bottle from the floor. Lovino hadn't moved, eager to hear what. "I'll still fuck you and we'll do the box later. That sound good?"

It did sound deceivingly good. Lovino hesitated only a step before walking closer and snatching the lube.

"Fine."

Thirty minutes later, Lovino was free to finish dinner. Antonio wouldn't let him clean up though, shaking his head and saying that he might just forget to be ready again if he washed off the sticky white liquid from his insides, and instead forced him to let it drip down his thighs. So even though sitting and eating literally felt like he was sitting in a puddle of goo, Lovino did it.

He had hoped that Antonio would forget about the Tomato Box. Unfortunately, that prayer went unanswered. The next morning greeted him with a sore ass and a very exciting Spaniard holding a very menacing, red box.

[=]

Back in the present, Lovino glared at the list in his hand with all the assorted items he needed to get. The top of the page kept drawing his eye and he risked a glance once or twice before burning red and dropping his gaze.

Mas. X2

Oh why, why had he written that card?

The card itself had read, "Masturbate twice in public", but Lovino didn't need the whole thing spelled out. He was sure that he was drunk when the thing was written, and told Antonio so, but he didn't care.

He knew Antonio wanted him to do it when he was around, but Lovino wasn't going to do it then. Fuck Antonio and his stupid fucking tomato box. He would buy the groceries and then go to lunch and somehow find a way to get off twice before dinner.

Somehow.

[=]

A car full of groceries and a wallet ten percent lighter, Lovino pulled up to a small deli that his brother said to meet at. He checked the receipt for the groceries once more before deciding that Feliciano was definitely going to pay.

"Fratello!" Feliciano chimed, waving to an empty chair at his table. "What took you so long? I've been waiting for like, ten minutes."

"I was at the store." Lovino explained. "And you would not believe the Sunday drivers out today. I tried to pass this one guy eight fucking times but he would speed up right before I could!"

"That sucks" Feliciano agreed. "The other day I was on my way to this art gallery in Newford when this biiiiig truck tried to cut me off. Ludwig kept saying that it was his turn to go but I didn't want to be crushed and so I floored it. You should have heard him scream!"

Lovino grinned. "I'm sure it was hilarious."

"It was!"

The two brother continued to talk, swapping horrifying driving stories and making any eavesdroppers pray they wouldn't get stuck in traffic with them. Lovino let himself get caught up in chatting with his brother to a point he almost forgot about his damn quota.

That was, until his cell phone lit up.

Lovino risked a look down and immediately frowned.

Message from Bastard, the: did ya do it yet?:D

Message from Bastard, the: :O look! it's a tomato :o that ones you

Message from Bastard, the: send me a pic of you and feli for my wallpaper pls!

Message from Bastard, the: loviiiiiiii answeerrrrrrr

Message sent from Italian, cool: No on both counts, and that doesn't look like a tomato. At all.

Meassage sent from Italian, cool: Now leave me alone

Message from Bastard, the: okay! i'll get one from feli

Message from Bastard, the: and don't forget! X2 :D

Feliciano noticed the fond smile on his brother's face and leaned forward, trying to see the phone screen. "Is that Antonio? Tell him I'll send a picture as soon as I can. I have the perfect one on my computer at home."

Lovino started, almost forgetting his brother was there at all. He quickly put away his phone before he could see the rest of the messages.

"Don't read over my shoulder!" Lovino snapped. "And I want to see the picture before you send it. I hated the last one you took"

Feliciano hummed, making no comment. As a personal photographer, he found his pictures to be pretty good. Lovino just hated the ones with him in them. The two lapsed into silence, until Lovino shifted uncomfortably and said, "Hey, watch my stuff. I'm going to the bathroom."

"Alrighty!" Feliciano chirped. "But I'm going to eat your pickle."

Lovino grunted, but left without stopping him.

Yes, Feliciano thought. Free pickle!

[=]

In the public restroom, Lovino was having a hard time figuring out how exactly he was supposed to get off and tell Antonio about it. He colored, deciding to just duck in the only working stall and do what he had to.

Unfortunately doing what he had to was a lot more complicated than he thought.

When he started it wasn't too bad. The thought about doing it, in public of all places, was enough to get him achingly hard, and it was a simple matter to just grip his cock and begin with slow, easy strokes.

He tried to picture Antonio's reaction if he was watching him. His eyes would darken considerably, his desire obvious. "Mmm" He would murmer. "You're moving a little fast for someone who is supposed to be punished"

Lovino quickened his movements in defiance to his dream Antonio's words. There was no way he was taking his time in a place like this. A place where someone could come in and knock at any second.

What if they didn't knock? What if they just walked in and saw what he was doing? What would he do?

Lovino's knees buckled at the prospect and dream Antonio chuckled darkly. "You would keep going of course."

"But I don't want them to see me" Lovino whispered.

"That's okay" Dream Antonio whispered. "Just close your eyes and picture yourself somewhere else. Somewhere impaled on my cock, gasping and moaning like I know you want to"

Lovino moaned, and let his eyes slipped closed. He removed one hand from his cock and jammed his fingers in his mouth, sucking desperately to coat them with saliva. After a minute he released the digits with a pop and let his hand creep down his body. Desperate fingers located his ass and he began to work one inside. Oh if Antonio saw him now... Lovino could only imagine.

He would wait until Lovino had at least two fingers working furiously, in and out to a point he was a whimpering mess, before reaching over to pin his hips to the stall door. It would be a simple matter to lift Lovino's legs up onto his shoulders and take a long, unhurried lick up the side of his length.

Lovino's hand faltered and he imagined himself letting go and having Antonio do all the work.

Antonio's tongue would traced up, up, up until he could start to take in Lovino's cock. Lovino couldn't resist bucking his hips up and down frantically, desperate for friction his hand just wouldn't give.

Fuck, fuck he was so close. The familiar burning sensation became known in his lower stomach, and coupled with the desperation of the situation, he was about to come. Just a little more, please-

Outside the stall, the restroom door banged, signaling the entrance of someone very unwelcome.

"Lovino? Are you in here?"

Shit.

How the hell had he forgotten Feliciano? He was never one to just idly sit alone, lest he got lonely guarding Lovino's stuff like a guard dog. He really, really didn't want to respond, but seeing as there was literally only one place he could be and Feliciano could see his shoes under the door, he had to.

"What do you want?" He snapped. "Can't you see I'm busy?" The two fingers in his ass twitched simultaneously and Lovino couldn't help by let out a small, barely noticeable, "ah!"

"Eh?" Shoes stopped outside the stall door, shuffling a little in their approach. "I was getting worried. I already paid the bill-" He had? Hell fucking yes. "and I was afraid that you crawled out the window or something!"

"Why would I-" Lovino started, before changing his mind. "Nevermind. Yes I'm here. You can go away now"

"I'll just wait." Feliciano decided, against Lovino's inner protesting. Why, oh why did he have to have such an annoying brother? Couldn't his mother of just opted for a puppy instead of an extra child? In Lovino's opinion, there would be little to no difference. "I don't want to drive away and not see you again for weeks on end without a proper goodbye!"

How ironic, considering that's what Lovino was hoping would happen. "Yeah, yeah okay. Just a minute" He quickly turned back to the task at hand, desperate to just finish the fuck up. To Lovino's dismay, his erection had begun to wilt. Fan-fucking-tastic.

The fingers in his ass worked ten fold and his hand was lightening fast on recreating the friction it had just moments ago. Feliciano began to hum, but it became just a distant background noise as dream Antonio's words began to float through his subconsciousness.

"Faster, más! I know you can do it, Lovi. Fuck yourself faster for boss"

Lovino was trying to be good at keeping his pants and moans silent, but Antonio had never allowed for sounds to be kept quiet in their house, so kicking the habit was a lot harder than he anticipated.

He almost lost it when his orgasm hit him in a rush. His chocked gasp just barely eluded Feliciano, who had decided to play with the automatic hand dryer while he waited.

Lovino quickly cleaned himself up and flushed the toilet to cover his tracks. He exited the stall as tactfully as he could, post-orgasmic bliss fogging up his movements.

Safe

"Finally!" Feliciano cheered. "Come on, let's go. I wanted to tell you about this art show coming up and-" Lovino let his brother babble on, nodding occasionally. He quickly pulled out his phone to send a quick message.

Message sent from Italian, cool: Halfway through meeting your stupid quota.