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Mouth [Luttazzi / Labor]

Title: Mouth
Fandom:
RPF Characters: Daniel Luttazzi, Marco Travaglio, appointed Michele Santoro
Pairing: Luttazzi / Travaglio
Prompt: machine
Rating: yellow
Warnings: slash , flash-fic, language (blame belongs to you).
Author Notes: drabble written for the tree of "Nothing," set in the evening Raiperunanotte \u0026lt;3 And all the wonderful face that made Marco Travaglio during the monologue Luttazzi xD

Mouth

Daniel was enjoying himself, he was having fun like crazy and you could see three miles away.
Mark bit his lip below: how the heck did he keep a serious attitude to one that you talked about anal sex without hesitation in front of thousands of people?
Luttazzi looked at him and concluded his illuminating metaphor and on his forehead in red letters it read "Guess who I'm talking."
Marco snorted, amused and slightly annoyed, but returned the look without a shadow of accusation: that moment when Daniel was enjoying it until the last and certainly would not have been him to ruin.
She watched while gesticulating, alternating speeches long and intricate sentences in effect breaks and calculated in detail, with audience cheering like crazy.
\u0026lt;were eight years waiting for this moment.>
Daniel was doing the full.

\u0026lt;I do not look at you like a cockroach squashed by Mother Teresa.> Marco muttered just got into the car, Daniel at the helm who was grinning like a maniac.
'When did I ever nominated?> He asked with an innocent and set in motion and sped at full speed.
The shouting of the crowd outside the Land Rover Arena was still loud and clear, sounding their horns wildly and many roads were jammed, Daniel opted for the streets pocketed.
\u0026lt; At least you know what my hotel?> Asked a bit 'worried about Mark.
\u0026lt;My. Simple, right?>
\u0026lt;Michele had not told me we'd be, too.>
\u0026lt;Do you want to put the pleasure of surprise? I also thought I could expect naked in your room, but it would probably be too much for you.>
Mark forced himself to look out the window to not show your flush.
\u0026lt;We got it.> Community Daniele approaching.
\u0026lt;I did not really want to go to the hotel.> Whispered the other, looking at a streetlight the cold light cleared the way for a while.
\u0026lt;I can always fuck you here, if you prefer, but I thought you liked the seats more comfortable.> Luttazzi grinned leaning toward him and kissing his neck.
Marco felt blush even more as she turned her head and looked the other lips.
\u0026lt;I missed you.> Confessed just separated from Daniel, who in reply grinned even more.
\u0026lt;You know, not only to return to the sender if the shit tonight I came here in Bologna.> Answered before you get back the mouth of Mark.