Antonio awoke to Romano kissing him.
It was a passionate kissing, but not like the ones they did during sex usually, but like the ones they did when they just were kissing, nothing else. The type of kissing where their lips touched every time, slow and tender. Antonio's hands were automatically cupping Romano's face, bringing him even closer, kissing back and shifting under the blankets. Romano was mounting him, and Antonio's shirt had ridden up so that he could feel the ribbed material of Romano's tank top.
Antonio didn't even know why Romano was kissing him, what time it was in the morning, or where this sudden burst of passion came from. Maybe he had had a bad dream, or maybe he had woken up and looked over at Antonio and thought to himself how beautiful he was and woke him up just so they could have sex (Antonio would know he felt, because that had happened to him with Romano before, with only a little protest from Romano because he can't say much when he's half asleep and Antonio is kissing him so obviously he can't talk.)
It didn't take much to get Antonio hard, it never really did if Romano was kissing him (or looking at him or walking near him or doing really anything near him, Romano just did that to him), and Romano was half hard when Antonio woke up and was fully hard now, his erection pressing up against Antonio's stomach.
Antonio claws at Romano's boxers, pulling them down from the back and Romano sliding his legs out of them and throwing them to his side of the bed before kissing Antonio again. Romano pulled Antonio's boxers down to his ankles and then rummaged around on the nightstand for the lube without even pulling away from the kiss. Antonio coated two fingers with it while Romano tongued his ear, lips covering his earlobe and pulling, making Antonio squirm and grind up against Romano.
He slid on finger in, then two while Romano leaned back on his hands and Antonio watched his face go from slight discomfort back to arousal as he pushed his ass down on Antonio's fingers.
Romano's right hand was covered with lube and then it was on Antonio's cock, stroking him while watching with a smirk as Antonio grasped the sheets, the lube from his fingers smearing as he let out a choked moan as Romano jerked him off with no mercy.
And Romano knew exactly when he was reaching the edge, too, because he pulled his hand away just Antonio always did to him and immediately Antonio grabbed Romano's hips forcefully and pulled him forward and slid his cock into Romano in one swift movement.
They both groaned, and Romano braced himself on Antonio's chest and started to ride him. They established a rhythm, Antonio thrusting up when Romano would come down so Antonio would hit Romano's prostate and coax out those lovely, throaty moans that Romano reserved for sex and sex only.
Romano's hands were now in his hair, brushing his fingers through it and pulling it, looking into Antonio's eyes, and he could see even in the darkness as they rolled back slightly when Romano squeezed his inner muscles, bringing Antonio to an orgasm that rolled through his body.
Antonio kept thrusting up until Romano came too with a soft inhale that sounded like, "Oh god, oh god!" and an exhale that sounded like Antonio's name. Antonio's hands went from Romano's hips to the tissues they kept on the nightstand and wiped the cum off of his stomach, before throwing the tissues to the floor and pulling Romano down and holding him against his chest, before rolling him onto his side so Antonio could spoon him.
Romano fell back asleep with a kiss from Antonio on the side of his neck and Antonio fell asleep when he felt Romano relax in his arms, his soft exhales tickling his arms.