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Romeo almost asked if it was good. Almost pulled away to check - but the noise Roderich made was answer enough as Romeo started to palm against soft skin. The feeling of his own belt being removed was encouragement as well. His trousers felt uncomfortable against his growing erection, and he was glad for the relief, however slight it might be. But, Romeo thought he could wait. 

With a few expert hand movements (Romeo is a trained expert, please do not try this at home), he managed to push fabric away and free Roderich so touching him was easier. He glanced towards their cabins door and pulled away, grinning mischievously, and moments later he had fallen to his knees, still smiling at the other man from between his legs, eyebrow raised, tongue between his teeth, fingers still playing.  

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Roderich’s grin stretched over his lips again, it had fallen to a smaller smile as he supported the weight of his slump but gladly accepted the proximity. A picnic in his living room, in suits. How ridiculous a thought that was as it played in Roderich’s mind. But it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter how silly they might appear, or how unnecessary suits were if they were going to be hanging around Roderich’s home. What mattered was that it was them, and that brought a soft chuckle from the man’s chest. 

“Anywhere I’m with you sounds perfect. Living room picnic it is. Elfie misses you, she’ll be glad to see you. Probably won’t leave you alone, though.” A chuckle passed his lips as he reluctantly pulled out of Romeo’s arms, his hand finding the Italian’s easily, lacing their fingers as he pulled him away from the waiting area. 

Romeo almost squeaked at the mention of Roderich’s cat. The excitement is evident on his face - he fucking loved that cat, and he was definitely thrilled to have the opportunity to see her. To stop himself from uttering any embarrassing sounds, Romeo pressed a kiss to Roderich’s jaw and, well, it was probably for the best that Roderich pulled away and encouraged him to start walking when he did. 

“Good,” he said in response to the comment about Elfie. Delayed, yes, but the excitement was still very real. He gave Roderich’s hand a squeeze before removing it from his grasp and instead placing his arm neatly around his companions waist. “Should we stop to get wine?” 

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“Technically,” Romeo started, cocking his head to the side and smiling widely, “I’m to the North and a little to the West. It makes all the difference. What’s your excuse?”  

“At least you aren’t Milan- that’s your only saving grace. Only.” 

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“What about my charm?” Romeo pointed out, “or my wit? Or my technically perfect singing voice? Or my modesty? You’re leaving so many things out!” 

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His eye roll is big enough to be seen from outer space. “Why is it that you people in the North always end up being weird? Is it the fog? Is that it.”

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“Technically,” Romeo started, cocking his head to the side and smiling widely, “I’m to the North and a little to the West. It makes all the difference. What’s your excuse?”  

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Improved on them? I am already impressed then. I’ll be over soon then. 

You’re making me hungry, dammit.

Good. I’ll make sure you feel right at home, Jan. Traditional Italian dinner and dessert...later in the evening we can walk by the water and, I’m sure, retire to our separate rooms when the night comes to an end. [He claps his hands together.] It’s settled then! 

[Shamelessly, Romeo gives Jan a quick glance up and down, eyebrow quirked pointedly as he drinks in the others appearance.] Wear something nice, yes? We’ll make a date of it.

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Summer Skillet Gnocchi

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Summer in a bowl.

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koffiehuis-love:

[Jan’s raised an eyebrow at the Italian’s imitation.] I can give you more than an hour, so no worries there. Should I expect a large Italian dinner? [he is visibly impressed, being such a big guy, food was always a way to his heart, and Italian was some of the best]

[Romeo is very excited. Giddy, even? Any forecast of company and Romeo’s mood skyrockets.] Of course! Anything you want, and I will make it better! There is no food like the food in Seborga! Especially when it is me who is cooking - aha! 

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Anything? Why don’t you surprise me then. You know best. [A Dutchman is not about to tell an Italian his business in the kitchen] 

So, you’re a better chef than your siblings? Mm. Interesting.

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Of course I do! [Romeo’s already making meal plans in his head. He’s eager for the opportunity to show off.] 

What can I say? I’m the youngest. I learned all their tricks and improved upon them. [Look at Romeo. Look at his smile. He’s so cheeky and charming.] All of their tricks.  

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sera on second base

acquaintance: step off, bitch

casual partner: only at two minute intervals

Romeo ( @romeoantics ): no boob for you

Nicola ( @cremabamur ): one titty at a time, with permission

Feliciano ( @a-ffettuoso ): baby boy could motorboat her anytime

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Hm. [Romeo rolls back over onto his back and sits up, scooting so he’s sitting criss-cross-apple-sauce and looking at Natalia.] Why don’t you let me make you dinner? I could use some work when it comes to making cocktails - maybe you can tell me what you like, and I can practice and spend time with you. Win-win? Sì? 

Dinner? [Pretends to be thinking it over for a good moment] I suppose I can accept that offer. When shall I come over? 

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Maybe...on Saturday, at...6? My time? [He’s practically glowing he’s so pleased. Pretty lady and a date! Pretty lady and a date! Two of his favourite things!]

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[Jan’s raised an eyebrow at the Italian’s imitation.] I can give you more than an hour, so no worries there. Should I expect a large Italian dinner? [he is visibly impressed, being such a big guy, food was always a way to his heart, and Italian was some of the best]

[Romeo is very excited. Giddy, even? Any forecast of company and Romeo’s mood skyrockets.] Of course! Anything you want, and I will make it better! There is no food like the food in Seborga! Especially when it is me who is cooking - aha! 

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Roderich’s eyes opened to look up at him in return, light and happy as his thumbs traced softly over his jawline from their place on his neck. Romeo was most likely right, this was the 21st century and surely someone had gotten a phone out by now. What he said next surprised even himself. 

“Oh, let it.” He just completely brushed it off, closing his eyes once more. Roderich was incapable of wiping the wide smile off his face even if he wanted to as he just stood there, glad to have Romeo close enough to touch again. 

But then he opened his eyes and looked up at him once more. “Cooking or restaurant?” 

Romeo stifled another chuckle and pulled Roderich closer into a warm, secure hug. “You look very handsome,” another kiss - as if they hadn’t kissed enough already - was then pressed to the side of Roderich’s head, followed by an affectionate nuzzle. 

“Mmm, I don’t want to cook.” He decided, rubbing Roderich’s back and slumping just a little. He wasn’t tired when he arrived, but he had come a fair way, and when good kisses and cuddles were basically a promise, the idea of cooking for an hour kind of exhausts him. But then again, so does the idea of sitting in a restaurant... “maybe take out? Picnic in your living room? In suits?” 

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Heck, that’ll do. That was definitely invitation enough. Romeo’s hand felt very at home here, between Roderich’s legs. He added pressure, palming the front of the other mans trousers he leant into Roderich’s kisses. A sigh passed his lips when he felt warm kisses against his neck, and he tipped his head to the side obediently. 

He was surprised by Roderich’s magnetism - how easily Romeo was pulled towards him. Luckily, the logistics of the (very-well-plotted-out) cabin allowed room for Romeo to adjust himself so he was essentially straddling the other man, one knee on the seat, the other foot resting securely on the ground to stop him from toppling over. They could stay surprisingly close together, though the inability to push his hips against Roderich’s without completely straddling him is frustrating. He pushed those thoughts aside - his hand was still between them, and he dragged it across the fabric of Roderich’s pants, up towards his belt. Too many things, he decided. He didn’t wait for permission to start unbuckling, and in an impressive display Romeo managed to have the belt and his trousers undone in less than fifteen seconds. Without even looking. Skilled hands are a gift. Especially when they’re pushed into your underwear - as Roderich was probably experiencing now? 

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Roderich is an unpredictable man in the presence of one Romeo Vargas. Even since the beginning he was always incapable of placing just what changed in him when the Italian was around, but there was a light that shown inexplicably. 

Now, of course, was no different. As Romeo took it upon himself to kiss him back, and another couple of hands joined in the clapping, Roderich’s cheeks flushed with color. But he was still kissing him. His fingers carded through his hair, his hands moved from his arms being wrapped around his neck to his hands sliding down his neck as he kisses him a little deeper. His heart absolutely soared as he smiled against Romeo’s lips, another happy laugh bubbling as he parted from him for a breath, tipping their foreheads together. 

“Mi sei mancata.” He uttered, panting a little as the words left his lips. Yes, Romeo, he does speak Italian. But he didn’t give the man time to reply before his lips were on his again. This time it was fleeting and lasted only a moment, but it brought another sweet grin to Roderich’s face. 

Romeo was a sucker for the way Roderich’s hands always find their way to his neck. A small thing, but whenever they kissed he always felt exceptionally special because of that one little thing. This was something he appreciated, and likely took for granted considering he kissed a lot of people. 

The other’s words made Romeo grin, so Roderich was stuck with the shorter second kiss being mostly teeth, and that left Romeo laughing even more gleefully as the people around them began to chatter, some even laughing with them. He pressed the tip of his nose gently against Roderich’s, still snickering and opening his eyes to take in the view. (Roderich, that is - he couldn’t care less about everyone else. Not when Roderich’s smiling like that.) “That’s going to end up on YouTube or something-” 

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“Mmm-” The impatience was gladly accepted because honestly he would have gotten tired of waiting anyway. Roderich could be patient when he wanted to, but his time with Romeo was not something he wanted to dilly dally his way through. No, the attraction to the man was far too strong for that. He really liked Romeo. He liked the way he felt against his lips, he liked the way he took charge but was always just polite enough, he liked how he smelled. He liked how he tasted. 

The hand grasping Romeo’s shirt tightened and pulled him closer. His brow knit together as he sucked in a breath. His tongue slipped along Romeo’s lower lip and his skin erupted in anxious goosebumps. More. 

His other hand moved to yank down the curtain over the window on their door. As soon as he was sure they had enough privacy, his other hand moved to slide along Romeo’s neck and thread into his hair. He kissed him harder. 

Romeo was thankful for Roderich’s response - his boldness and passion was intoxicating, and the Italian mans drive to please the other was heightened as soon as the curtain over their cabin’s window was drawn. Without hesitating, Romeo parted his lips and slipped his hand an inch closer to Roderich’s inner thigh, gently pressing with his palm in a silent request. Permission to touch more must be asked for. 

No time to waste, however - if they took their time anyone could wander into their cabin, or the train could stop, or...what happens in Harry Potter? Dementors could show up and suck out their souls before Romeo even has time to suck Rod’s-...AHEM. Well. 

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Composure lost. Roderich, normally cool and collected in public, melted into a happy laugh as Romeo rushed towards him and kissed each of his cheeks. He could hear the sound of someone saying ‘awwww’ off to the right, but paid it no attention as he kissed his cheeks back. And then he did something very un-Roderich like and tugged him down to kiss him. Right on the lips. In the middle of the very crowded airport.  And to the right, someone starts to clap. Probably some sappy romantic at heart. And Roderich didn’t even care. He didn’t stop kissing him. In fact, his arms looped around his neck so he can kiss him that much more.

Even Romeo was surprised! It took him a second to adjust when Roderich kissed him, but he quickly found himself kissing him back, hands slipping to the small of the other mans back and holding him close. 

His cheeks felt warm - a big deal because, unless he’s sporting a sun burn, Romeo Vargas does not blush. But there was something about Roderich’s laugh, coupled with his warmth and the obvious publicity of the situation that made Romeo’s feelings amplify. He was on the edge of feeling something unfamiliar in the pit of his stomach - something happy and comfortable, sunny and fervent. Ardent. Strange. Impassioned.

If he weren’t completely distracted by Roderich, he might have done something showy, like dipping Rod, or picking him up and spinning him - but...honestly, he doesn’t really care about what everyone else is seeing. Another unfamiliar thought. 

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And Roderich is there, just as so subtly suggested. He is dressed quite nicely himself (he even left the ascot at home,) in a black suit with the top button undone and a violet tie just a little loose hanging around his neck. He spots Romeo and his face lights up, one hand rising from his pockets to wave. It’s a simple gesture. Roderich has never been one for public displays of affection. So as Romeo exits the gate and heads past the security stop, Roderich’s tapping his fingers in his pocket anxiously. 

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Romeo’s composure broke as soon as he was able to run without being stopped and arrested by airport security. With a skip in his step, he hurried towards Roderich, the souls of his black leather dress shoes tapping against the floor. He probably looked quite the sight as he practically jumped over to the other man, placed either of his hands on his shoulders and kissed his cheeks in greeting without so much as a hello.