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hetalia_kink) wrote2011-02-26 01:33 pm
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For Him (2)
(Anonymous) 2010-04-08 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)He had not realized when Romano had started to return his pecks. All of a sudden lips were lingering longer and longer until the fine line between a peck and a liplock was crossed. Slightly smaller hands than his own, still damp from washing, crawled up the flesh of his neck and cupped both his cheeks. Romano was kissing with more feeling, his own eyes fluttered closed and his cheeks were faintly tinted with most mild shade of rose.
Those welcomed hands did not stay in one place for long: they slipped away from Spain's face and relocated to his chest. They pushed him against the counter, push, push, push until Spain caught on and moved up to sit on the marble surface, all the while keeping their mouths connected. A heavy breath puffed against Spain's mouth before Romano broke away. The breath still had the sweet fragrance of wine.
Romano leaned up, standing on the very tiptoes of his boots as his mouth started attacking the other's face. Kisses were peppered up and down his cheeks, along his forehead, chin, and nose. Fingers tangled in the cocoa locks, tugging and pulling the Spaniard's head along to move along with his gentle kisses.
Spain's voice was husky, letting murmurs of his own native tongue slip past his smiling lips. "Eres cariñoso y tan precioso. Romano, te amo. Te amo mucho. Ay dios mio, te amo tan mucho." His hands rubbed along the expanse of Romano's thin back, bringing him closer to his body, as close as he possibly could be as the lips he loved so much traveled down his neck and lavished the sensitive skin with a whole new array of kisses. "Romano... mi amor... voy a hacerte el amor."
At this, the Italian stopped his kisses and pressed his face into the Spaniard's neck. From how hot the flesh was, he was definitely blushing. "Chiudi il culo."
Spain grinned. "Mentí. Eres muy grosero."
Romano snarled, whispering, "...zitto..." on the older's lips before he pushed into him for a rough kiss. Spain didn't mind. Lips, teeth, and tongues moved in a heated frenzy as the kiss progress, deepening and becoming more intense as time passed. Romano was desperately trying to get closer, and the only way that was going to happen was by climbing onto the counter with that idiot, Spain. Deciding to try that out, he only managed to scramble a bit upwards before a crystal wine glass knocked off and smashed into a several glittering fragments on the floor.
"¡Uy!" A small playful laugh from Spain vibrated against Romano's lips, which in turn earned the other a bite to his lower lip and the separation of their mouths. No matter how tough the Italian acted, he knew he was fragile. For someone prone to embarrassment and emotion, he usually hid it very well with his attitude, but in times of passion, the wall he built around his heart would crumble just enough to see what was beyond. In his eyes, Spain could see he was upset and ashamed. Romano would never ask for any form of condolences, and they both knew it.
Cradling the younger's head to his collarbone, Spain rubbed his nose into his hair. "It's okay... don't worry about it. Quiero ir al cuarto de todos modos."
For Him (3)
(Anonymous) 2010-04-08 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)It was all so beautiful... and it was all Spain's. Romano's eyes drifted outside, the moonlight streaming down and making the very ground itself illuminate. He had worked himself to the bone for centuries to obtain this wealth; this glory. From the proud spirit in his own chest, he had molded his world to what he had envisioned it to be. And that vision had been glorious. Spain had practically owned the great age of exploration and he had his land prosper with the artistic sense of his people. It had been perfect until he started getting into fights.
Other nations had taken him down several notches on both land and sea; his territories snatched away and his land's economy began to suffer. Hardships had rolled over him and taken the glory away. The life had been drained from his eyes, yet he still did his best to go on.
The dark brown head whipped around when he heard a muffled gasp behind him. Like twin rivers, tears cascaded down the Italian's cheeks. His free hand was pressed to his mouth, trying to stifle and stop the sobs threatening to leave him. The moment he was caught, Romano's eyes widened and he vigorously forced his hand out of the Spaniard's grasp.
Spain was at a loss. He had no idea what happened. Was what he was doing wrong? Did something horrible happen that he somehow completely missed? Whatever was going on, he wanted it to stop. Romano never cried. When and if he did, something absolutely heart-wrenchingly, committing suicide-over had to have occurred.
The older nation wasted no time in pulling the younger into a hug. If Romano was given time, he surely would have ran away. As expected, the younger thrashed around in his arms, trying to break free, scratching and clawing and doing absolutely everything in his power to attempt to get the Spaniard away. "Get off me! Let me go!" Spain knew a good deal about the other and that those seemingly strong words words were a cry for help. 'Don't let go... please, I'm begging you...' Romano's mind was a mystery, but Spain had cracked enough of the complex code to know the basic mechanics of it.
"Me dices, Romano... Tell me what's wrong." The tip of the older's nose brushed up and down along the other's right cheek, collecting most of the tears present there. Silence flooded the hallway, only uneven, shaky breaths from Romano and the rustling of the curtains by the crisp wind to make a sound. Minutes passed, and Romano kept his mouth shut.
"Te estoy hablando. "
"I know." Hushed, he spoke into Spain's neck, finally staying still and accepting the embrace.
"Entonces, why are you crying?"
Romano stiffened in his arms. "...I'm not crying."
"You are." Spain tightened his hold on the small body. "I know you better than that. I love you, for goodness sake. You're acting childish."
An agitated growl vibrated against Spain's neck. "Childish?"
He nodded. "Mhm. Como un niño pequeño." He had to bite his lip to stop his giggles from spilling forth when the shorter wiped his damp eyes over his shirt.
For Him (4)
(Anonymous) 2010-04-08 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)Oh well. Spain craned his neck forward, opened his mouth and enclosed his lips around the hair and pulled at it gently. Just as he suspected, that little affectionate move earned him a little bit of hell.
Romano gasped noisily, a long shudder spiking up his spine that made his fingers clench into fists and his nails dig into the Spanish male's shoulders. That reaction could have happened all day long and Spain would never tire of it. Yet, life wasn't as generous as it should've been. The next thing he realized was a vibrant chorus of poorly strung together curses blaring against his eardrums, a pair of enraged fists banging against his chest, and a sharp set of white teeth digging into his left shoulder.
With a squeak, Spain only tugged on the hair more. This insignificant amount of pain would hardly make him lose this battle. Romano always put up a fight, a very violent fight, before he gave in to the pleasure they both knew he secretly wanted. It was like he put his last resort into effect before he threw in the towel, which amused the older man to no end. It was poor battle strategy, and actions like that could destroy an entire army.
Yet, poor battle tactics had never been so adorable to watch in Spain's opinion.
It was such a good feeling to see that he had been right. Romano had stopped fussing a few moments later and sagged into the inviting chest before him. A deep groan reverberated in his throat as he forced out a defeated, "Vaffanculo."
"You're so mean!" Spain chuckled to himself, letting the hair go from his lips and replacing the lost hold with his index finger. He wrapped the thin hair around the circumference of his finger, and a single, breathy, shallow cry reluctantly exited Romano. "So... You won't tell me why you were crying?"
Romano swallowed hard, never looking up in fear of having his pleasure-stricken expression seen by the bastard. "Vaffanculo."
Spain smirked, tightening his grip on the hair and tugging with slightly more force. "Me parece que no me estás contestando."
The Italian moaned lowly, panting quietly into the light-weight cloth of Spain's clothes. "Scopami ora."
There was nothing like a dirty little plea to make a man lose his train of thought.
In that moment, Romano was pressed against the wall parallel to the windows and he found a mouth hungrily attacking his own. For once in his life, he let Spain do as he pleased. He was exhausted, physically and emotionally after such a stressful day, and to sit back and do nothing was about the only thing he could manage at this point. He could also grudgingly admit it was exactly what he wanted to do, too. Their kissing was passionate, and every touch by each other's wandering hands set every inch of their flesh on fire. It was getting so hot... and their clothes were just getting in the way of everything.
For Him (5)
(Anonymous) 2010-04-08 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)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..."
For Him (6) END
(Anonymous) 2010-04-08 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)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
Re: For Him (6) END
(Anonymous) 2010-04-18 08:37 am (UTC)(link)but really, this was beautiful. Something about Romano crying for Spain, and then doing so many silly, wonderful things...