~Huh? Choclate Italy? Where the hell did he come up with that nickname?~ wondered Romano, but he couldn't ask because America's tounge was in his mouth and his hands were on his body, and oh hell, Romano was utterly lost. He moaned and rolled his hips as Alfred abused his curl and undid his shirt. Then, abruptly, he was lifted, turned, and pressed across the hood of his car. Romano squirmed, suddenly aware that if anyone came back behind the Art Center they would be seen immediately.
He was completely unprepared for what America did next. He leaned up and over Romano and took his curl in his mouth, sucking on it and laving it with his tounge. Romano screamed "Ohgod Alfred! Pl-please,just fuck me!" He felt America's lips curl as his free hand ran down South Italy's spine.
~This is all very interesting,~ mused Alfred to himself "I always knew this curl was an erogenous zone, but hell, Romano is begging for it now~ He reached into his back pocket for the lube he kept there; France would be so proud. He slicked his fingers, then pressed them into the hot body beneath him, causing it to writhe and the owner to moan loudly. ~So much for not wanting to be found, huh?~ He scissored his fingers and began to thrust them in a steady rhythm until he found a spot that had the little Italian scream his name and Alfred just couldn't stand it anymore. He hissed as he relased his tormented prick from its confines. He hated to admit it, but he was desperate right now. "Ready?" he whispered in Romano's ear,then licked it. "Oh, please, please" Romano moaned. Alfred cursed as he began to thrust oh-so-slowly into a tight, hot heaven, and he knew that there was no one he'd rather be doing it with.
Romano groaned as his body tingled with the pleasure-pain of being stretched, oh god, of being filled until he saw white. America really was huge, in every sense, but it didn't matter, he wanted thrusting, friction, anything to ease the coil of lust in his belly. Before he could curse out Alfred for not moving, he planted a hand on Romano's chest, back and down, forcing himself yet deeper. "Ahh, damn Romano, you're so fucking hot" groaned America as the Italian nation began rolling his hips, enraptured with the new angle. Romano saw white once again as Alfred began thrusting, hitting that magical spot again and again. They yelled in unison, and Alfred's hand slid inbetween the couple and the car, grasping Romano's length. "So clooose" he moaned, thrusting wantonly into the hand. America responded by increasing his thrusts, which were becoming more and more irregular as he drew near his own climax. Romano screamed louder than ever before, and came hotly under America. The tight clenching on his dick was too much, and America shot into Romano, then sank his teeth into his Choclate Italy. He tasted good, he felt good, and Alfred was addicted in three seconds flat. The only thing his lust-fogged brain could come up with was ~I'll be back for more, again and again. More of my sweet Choclate Italy~. As they lay in a panting, sweat-and cum drenched heat, he whispered softly into Romano's ear. "Promise you'll be back next week."
"I promise."