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Lovino would always give in to Antonio's pleads that he share his bed with him for the night. Every night was the same; he resisted, he insulted, he scoffed and he cursed. But in the end he was in that same bed, Antonio's chest pressed against his back with the Spaniards arms around him. Lovino loved it. The Italian stirred in his sleep uncomfortably. He suddenly felt restrained, a feeling that he despised. He placed his hands on the sleeping Antonio's chest and pushed himself up, but he didn't get very far. "Moron," he hissed, throwing Antonio's arms off of him. He tried to get up again, wiggling his feet to try and kick the taller man, b