All restraints the blond might have had broke loose just then, and he gave another emphatic moan, releasing himself in a thick white spray of cum. "O-oh, Romano," he whimpered, mouth opened widely with each loud pant. It had been so worth the wait. The months spent without the company of another, left alone to his own devices, his needs being forced down and kept quiet were torture, but it all payed off now. A climax like his had been long-awaited and much needed.
The waves of his climax sent bliss ringing through his body. The sensation was only drawn out by Romano's continuous bucking as he tried to find his own pleasure, spurred on by America's delicate moans. His breath came in ragged pants. Just a few more...
There came the telltale tensing of his muscles, pulling taught and then relaxing. He shut his eyes and bit down harshly on his partner's shoulder as he finished, hips hitting against America's hard, a stifled cry of the blond's name let into the air.
At the sound of America whimpering softly he unclenched his teeth from around the skin. His nose ran over the tanned flesh, tickling his neck, until reaching a familiar spot and kissing gently. His partner arched his back up. A quick glance through narrow showed that his mouth was still opened sensually. He was still a bit sensitive, Romano supposed. He continued to kiss and lick until he was ready to speak.
"Ti amo, mi caro," he whispered against his skin, nuzzling and pecking to see the emotion he could pull from his lover.
"I-I... I love you t-too," he said shakily, reaching up to thread his fingers in the brunet's silky hair. Romano took a deep breath to regain his air and logical thought. Sitting up, and, in the process, pulling the blond away from himself, he nudged himself out of America's body. He yawned. A rare smile took his features as he collapsed next to his lover. America reached for his hand absently, and he took the invitation, sliding his fingers easily through the spaces between the other's.
They skipped the usual obligatory pillow talk, opting instead to enjoy the sounds of their respective breath mingling in the air around them. Romano turned his head to watch his partner. America had a dreamy grin, staring up at the ceiling with half-open eyes, chest still rising with every breath of air he took in. His blue eyes darted to the side, and once he noticed Romano was looking at him, he tilted his head to face him again. He rolled over on his side. He blinked lazily, curling up right next to his partner and slinging an arm over him.
Worlds Apart [1e/?]
The waves of his climax sent bliss ringing through his body. The sensation was only drawn out by Romano's continuous bucking as he tried to find his own pleasure, spurred on by America's delicate moans. His breath came in ragged pants. Just a few more...
There came the telltale tensing of his muscles, pulling taught and then relaxing. He shut his eyes and bit down harshly on his partner's shoulder as he finished, hips hitting against America's hard, a stifled cry of the blond's name let into the air.
At the sound of America whimpering softly he unclenched his teeth from around the skin. His nose ran over the tanned flesh, tickling his neck, until reaching a familiar spot and kissing gently. His partner arched his back up. A quick glance through narrow showed that his mouth was still opened sensually. He was still a bit sensitive, Romano supposed. He continued to kiss and lick until he was ready to speak.
"Ti amo, mi caro," he whispered against his skin, nuzzling and pecking to see the emotion he could pull from his lover.
"I-I... I love you t-too," he said shakily, reaching up to thread his fingers in the brunet's silky hair. Romano took a deep breath to regain his air and logical thought. Sitting up, and, in the process, pulling the blond away from himself, he nudged himself out of America's body. He yawned. A rare smile took his features as he collapsed next to his lover. America reached for his hand absently, and he took the invitation, sliding his fingers easily through the spaces between the other's.
They skipped the usual obligatory pillow talk, opting instead to enjoy the sounds of their respective breath mingling in the air around them. Romano turned his head to watch his partner. America had a dreamy grin, staring up at the ceiling with half-open eyes, chest still rising with every breath of air he took in. His blue eyes darted to the side, and once he noticed Romano was looking at him, he tilted his head to face him again. He rolled over on his side. He blinked lazily, curling up right next to his partner and slinging an arm over him.