Using the wall for support, Romano lifted his hips up with his arms and positioned himself so that the tip of Spain's erection touched his entrance. "Just shut up." With a defeated and still reluctant sigh, Spain buried himself deep inside the younger male.
The Italian was grinding his teeth together, determined to not make a sound. Tears pricked the corner of his eyes as the hot pain he had been expecting throbbed up his spine. It hurt... it hurt so badly... but it was nothing compared to his pain.
"Romano....?" Sweat droplets dotted the Spaniard's forehead. As he lurched forward, some of the droplets fell and landed on the Italian's chest. "Are you okay?"
"Shut up and just move."
When Spain abided to his request, he wasn't expecting the action to be so forceful. His hips were pulled into Spain's, bringing that bastard's cock even deeper, before he pulled back and dove straight in again. That did nothing for his enflamed nerves but force a strangled, agonized cry from his wet lips.
Spain immediately stopped, horror flashing in his eyes. "Romano?"
"I said move!" His face was flushed and his glare sent a chill down Spain's spine.
His hips rocked into Romano, again and again, pushing into him, trying to make this easier on the younger. He knew it was the Italian's fault in the first place that he was suffering, but he couldn't help but feel somewhat to blame. Romano may act like a jerk, but Spain couldn't think of a person he loved any more than he did the brunette.
Romano's body suddenly tightened up, and his entire body arched up, a languid moan tearing from his lips. "Ay dio mio..." Spain gave a big smile through his panting, thrusting into the same spot with more gusto. "Quieres mas?"
Another moan was squeaked out, and the younger's head shook in a fervent nod.
Every breath Romano exhaled was a moan, his head and upper back hitting uncomfortably against the wall as he was pounded into. The strain from holding himself up combined with the constant banging of his skull against the hard surface sent an airy, lightheaded mist of disorientation up into his head. Letters couldn't even be properly strung together to form words, and muddled noises of mismatched syllables chorused together and filled the humid air. The pure ecstasy radiating from the base of his spine only added to the delirium he was flying in. Thinking through the fog of his mind was a difficult task, but when Spain suddenly managed to stroke him in tune with his thrusts, thought became the impossible.
"Agh... ack...ngh....sa...pay...ngh!"
White shot onto the Spaniard's shirt and Romano's entire body sagged to the floor in a boneless heap. Fluorescent colors flashed in front his eyes, and everything looked like it was moving. He had melted, melted into nothing, and it felt amazing. Spain's was still inside, pulsing length still assaulting his inner walls, but he didn't care. Even if it stung a bit, he didn't care.
His brain was dysfunctional, and he wasn't going to be shocked if he had a concussion, but he felt content. The pleased expression on Spain's beautiful face glimmered like gems under the night sky's glow, and by Madonna, that was the only thing that mattered as he felt himself slip off into unconsciousness.
That night, Romano slept the best he did in months. And when he wouldn't wake up, Spain brought him to the hospital and discovered he had a minor concussion.
-------------------------------------- Anon had fun with this. Critique, anyone? And sorry for the bit of lulzy angst. XD
For Him (6) END
The Italian was grinding his teeth together, determined to not make a sound. Tears pricked the corner of his eyes as the hot pain he had been expecting throbbed up his spine. It hurt... it hurt so badly... but it was nothing compared to his pain.
"Romano....?" Sweat droplets dotted the Spaniard's forehead. As he lurched forward, some of the droplets fell and landed on the Italian's chest. "Are you okay?"
"Shut up and just move."
When Spain abided to his request, he wasn't expecting the action to be so forceful. His hips were pulled into Spain's, bringing that bastard's cock even deeper, before he pulled back and dove straight in again. That did nothing for his enflamed nerves but force a strangled, agonized cry from his wet lips.
Spain immediately stopped, horror flashing in his eyes. "Romano?"
"I said move!" His face was flushed and his glare sent a chill down Spain's spine.
His hips rocked into Romano, again and again, pushing into him, trying to make this easier on the younger. He knew it was the Italian's fault in the first place that he was suffering, but he couldn't help but feel somewhat to blame. Romano may act like a jerk, but Spain couldn't think of a person he loved any more than he did the brunette.
Romano's body suddenly tightened up, and his entire body arched up, a languid moan tearing from his lips. "Ay dio mio..." Spain gave a big smile through his panting, thrusting into the same spot with more gusto. "Quieres mas?"
Another moan was squeaked out, and the younger's head shook in a fervent nod.
Every breath Romano exhaled was a moan, his head and upper back hitting uncomfortably against the wall as he was pounded into. The strain from holding himself up combined with the constant banging of his skull against the hard surface sent an airy, lightheaded mist of disorientation up into his head. Letters couldn't even be properly strung together to form words, and muddled noises of mismatched syllables chorused together and filled the humid air. The pure ecstasy radiating from the base of his spine only added to the delirium he was flying in. Thinking through the fog of his mind was a difficult task, but when Spain suddenly managed to stroke him in tune with his thrusts, thought became the impossible.
"Agh... ack...ngh....sa...pay...ngh!"
White shot onto the Spaniard's shirt and Romano's entire body sagged to the floor in a boneless heap. Fluorescent colors flashed in front his eyes, and everything looked like it was moving. He had melted, melted into nothing, and it felt amazing. Spain's was still inside, pulsing length still assaulting his inner walls, but he didn't care. Even if it stung a bit, he didn't care.
His brain was dysfunctional, and he wasn't going to be shocked if he had a concussion, but he felt content. The pleased expression on Spain's beautiful face glimmered like gems under the night sky's glow, and by Madonna, that was the only thing that mattered as he felt himself slip off into unconsciousness.
That night, Romano slept the best he did in months. And when he wouldn't wake up, Spain brought him to the hospital and discovered he had a minor concussion.
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Anon had fun with this. Critique, anyone? And sorry for the bit of lulzy angst. XD