Calloused hands massaged underneath the Italian's shirt, caressing the flat planes of skin he hadn't felt in what seemed like an eternity. The fabric concealing them was stripped away, pulled over the head and dropped unwanted to the floor. In the partial moonlight, Romano looked ethereal.
Spain dove in for another kiss, setting his palms to work as they caressed up and down the younger's torso. The skin beneath his touch quivered, and when two pink nubs finally were starting to receive the attention they deserved, Romano gasped and let his eyes fall shut, removing his sight and completely indulging himself in the pleasure of feeling. Rolled and pulled, rubbed and flicked, the buds were quickly becoming hard in his grasp. The sensations were driving him insane, and he almost cried out for mercy when the Spanish tongue began to mimic the hands' ministrations inside the Italian's mouth. Being touched like this, with such tender, loving care... he felt like a prince.
Romano hadn't realized how tight his pants felt until the blessed fingers slipped down his chest, leaving his abused nipples and searching for new territories to claim. They traced along ribs like a brush over a blank canvas, tickled his navel with a gossamer's touch, and thrummed the pads of his digits down his hips until a barrier was met. Pants. Spain only giggled at their presence, slipping them down narrow hipbones with ease as his teeth nipped along the course of the throbbing vein on the Italian's sweaty neck.
"Good?" The instantaneous nod he received was reassuring. With the encouragement, Romano's boxer shorts slid down to his knees and exposed himself fully to the adventurous-feeling Spaniard. It had been so long since he had experienced the same sense of glory from when he had been a conquistador.
Spain wrapped his hands around the younger and squeezed.
"Merda..." Arching his neck back and mouth hanging open, the image before him was absolutely breathtaking. He squeezed again, again, again... moving his fist up and down along the length in his grasp as his hand constricted around it. With every squeeze, he felt the younger slipping down, sagging to the floor as his muscles slowly started to give from the other's teasing. Doing this on the ground would have been much either, and as that crossed the Spanish male's mind trembling fingers guided both him and himself to the tiles below.
The squeezes came in quicker succession until Spain's tight grip was pumping up and down Romano, thumbing the flushed head and smearing the precum all around the slit.
"Spain!" His tongue was licking his lips and his tone was absolutely begging. "Just do it..."
A dark brown head cocked to the side. "¿Por qué? No quiero dolerte."
Romano gave the man a halfhearted glare. "Just do it, idiota. I'll be fine."
Romano knew in actuality that it was going to hurt. It was going to be painful without proper preparations or lubrication. But, he wanted the pain. It wasn't fair... it wasn't just at all that Spain had to suffer all these economic problems, with a smile nonetheless, and still make time to spend with him, to comfort him when he was the one who needed comforting the most. He didn't deserve that kindness, especially when the Spaniard was hurting so much. It just wasn't right. The least Romano could do was to bear a little fraction of that pain... take a bit of the burden away to lighten the other's load.
Whatever things he could do to make life easier for the Spaniard, Romano would do them in a heartbeat.
But Romano would never tell him that.
His lashed were presses against his cheeks, concentrating on the rhythm of his breath as he listened to the shifting of material from Spain, and then a zipper being undone. Teeth dug into a pink lower lip, creaking his shut lids open to see worry coloring Spain's darker skin in the moon's glow as his hands took purchase on each side of Romano's hips, moving his legs so they were on either side of Spain as he knelt, bent at the knees.
For Him (5)
Spain dove in for another kiss, setting his palms to work as they caressed up and down the younger's torso. The skin beneath his touch quivered, and when two pink nubs finally were starting to receive the attention they deserved, Romano gasped and let his eyes fall shut, removing his sight and completely indulging himself in the pleasure of feeling. Rolled and pulled, rubbed and flicked, the buds were quickly becoming hard in his grasp. The sensations were driving him insane, and he almost cried out for mercy when the Spanish tongue began to mimic the hands' ministrations inside the Italian's mouth. Being touched like this, with such tender, loving care... he felt like a prince.
Romano hadn't realized how tight his pants felt until the blessed fingers slipped down his chest, leaving his abused nipples and searching for new territories to claim. They traced along ribs like a brush over a blank canvas, tickled his navel with a gossamer's touch, and thrummed the pads of his digits down his hips until a barrier was met. Pants. Spain only giggled at their presence, slipping them down narrow hipbones with ease as his teeth nipped along the course of the throbbing vein on the Italian's sweaty neck.
"Good?" The instantaneous nod he received was reassuring. With the encouragement, Romano's boxer shorts slid down to his knees and exposed himself fully to the adventurous-feeling Spaniard. It had been so long since he had experienced the same sense of glory from when he had been a conquistador.
Spain wrapped his hands around the younger and squeezed.
"Merda..." Arching his neck back and mouth hanging open, the image before him was absolutely breathtaking. He squeezed again, again, again... moving his fist up and down along the length in his grasp as his hand constricted around it. With every squeeze, he felt the younger slipping down, sagging to the floor as his muscles slowly started to give from the other's teasing. Doing this on the ground would have been much either, and as that crossed the Spanish male's mind trembling fingers guided both him and himself to the tiles below.
The squeezes came in quicker succession until Spain's tight grip was pumping up and down Romano, thumbing the flushed head and smearing the precum all around the slit.
"Spain!" His tongue was licking his lips and his tone was absolutely begging. "Just do it..."
A dark brown head cocked to the side. "¿Por qué? No quiero dolerte."
Romano gave the man a halfhearted glare. "Just do it, idiota. I'll be fine."
Romano knew in actuality that it was going to hurt. It was going to be painful without proper preparations or lubrication. But, he wanted the pain. It wasn't fair... it wasn't just at all that Spain had to suffer all these economic problems, with a smile nonetheless, and still make time to spend with him, to comfort him when he was the one who needed comforting the most. He didn't deserve that kindness, especially when the Spaniard was hurting so much. It just wasn't right. The least Romano could do was to bear a little fraction of that pain... take a bit of the burden away to lighten the other's load.
Whatever things he could do to make life easier for the Spaniard, Romano would do them in a heartbeat.
But Romano would never tell him that.
His lashed were presses against his cheeks, concentrating on the rhythm of his breath as he listened to the shifting of material from Spain, and then a zipper being undone. Teeth dug into a pink lower lip, creaking his shut lids open to see worry coloring Spain's darker skin in the moon's glow as his hands took purchase on each side of Romano's hips, moving his legs so they were on either side of Spain as he knelt, bent at the knees.
"No creo que esto es un idea buena..."