This was a surprisingly difficult chapter to write... there were too many ways it could go! .
Anyways, hope you enjoy it! :D
Plot Twist: Spain and Romano clearly won't be a couple at the end.
Chapter Four:
Trailing his hand down Romano's side, letting it linger at his waist lightly, Spain tried to push Romano back down on the bed. It seemed the Italian wasn't too keen on that idea though. Spain felt Romano frown into the kiss, pushing back against them to stay sitting – as if trying to make sure he stayed level with Spain in order to win some sort of unspoken competition. His lips became more aggressive too; but Spain didn't mind that part at all.
Silently agreeing to not make Romano lie down just yet, Spain let his fingers dance lightly at Romano's hip – slipping under the edge of his top to feel the warm skin underneath. Now he was sure that Romano wasn't going to pull back – after all, there was no way he'd kiss that hungrily if he didn't want this just as much – Spain let his other hand move down too. He fumbled at the fabric at Romano's hips, hesitating slightly before pulling the top up.
"Roma..." Spain chuckled against the Italian's lips as he realised Romano wasn't planning to move his lips just yet. He must have been out of it, for he suddenly jerked away from Spain, blushing a brilliant red.
"I can do it myself!" he complained, snatching his top fabric from Spain and tugging it over his head. Spain didn't protest, simply laughed again as Romano threw the t-shirt across the room carelessly.
Romano hesitated, like he only just realised this wasn't exactly an everyday occurrence that he should just jump into. His eyes dropped and Spain worried that he saw a little bit of guilt in his expression – which only made him feel a little more uncertain. Still, Spain had been pining silently after Romano for years now, and whilst he was terrified of scaring Romano off, he couldn't just let it end after he'd had a taste, could he?
Cupping Romano's cheeks yet again to force the Italian to look at him, Spain gave what he hoped was a reassuring smile – the worst thing he could do now was show his own insecurity. It seemed to work; Romano looked calm enough to give Spain the confidence to lean back in for another kiss.
It was softer this time, and almost more enjoyable in a different way to the ones before. It was easier to sink into without losing yourself completely. This time when Spain pushed against him, Romano didn't fight back and Spain managed to lower them both down. His hands grazed against Romano's skin, following every curve, as he sighed contently into the kiss. As Romano's hands gripped tighter around Spain's neck, pulling the two closer together, Spain couldn't help but chuckle lightly.
There was a sharp pain on his lower lip, making the Spaniard flinch. Pulling his head back, he blinked down at Romano in shock.
"Did you just bite me?" he asked, trying to hold back another smirk.
"Stop laughing, bastard," Romano growled. He turned his head away, sucking at his own lips.
Shaking his head with a smile, Spain pushed himself up and started to unbutton his shirt – his eyes never leaving Romano's blushing face. The Italian stole a glance now and then, growing either more impatient or uncomfortable – Spain couldn't work out which. Eventually, Romano turned his head properly and glared up at Spain.
"How long are you fucking taking? It's not a strip tease!"
"It could be," Spain laughed.
"No."
Dropping his shirt to the floor a lot less violently than Romano had, Spain lowered himself back down, grinning broadly as he stroked Romano's cheeks. "Si, Roma."
Their lips met yet again, but they didn't stay together for long. Spain trailed kisses along Romano's jaw line, up to his earlobe and back down his neck once more; revelling in the knowledge that the Italian's breathing was growing heavier. Picking a spot near his collarbone, Spain bit down lightly – smirking as he heard the surprised gasp it drew out. As his hands wandered downwards, he felt his own body heating up more and more – the anticipation building.
It wasn't until his fingers were threatening Romano's trousers that Spain reminded himself that this had the potential to break apart the relationship the two of them had. Whether it would be for the better or worse, they would have to see. Still, giving himself a moment to build up his own confidence, Spain lifted his head again to peer down at the Italian.
Romano's eyes opened as he felt Spain freeze, staring back with a frown that was from embarrassed, not anger – a sight that was surprisingly encouraging from Spain. Neither spoke, and Spain's hands didn't do any speaking for them either, so as the silence grew more disconcerting for both of them, Romano scowled.
"W-what?"
"Roma... if–"
"Che cazzo!" Romano groaned, flinging his arms over his face and pushing himself into the pillow – like he was trying to get as far from Spain as possible. Naturally, Spain was about to jump away from the Italian completely, but something forced him to stay exactly where he was. "I fucking knew it..."
"Romano?"
"You said you weren't playing with me, bastard." Romano's voice grew quieter.
After taking a moment to process the words, Spain smiled and pulled Romano's arms away. The Italian didn't even resist thankfully. "Roma... I was just going to say I'd stop if you didn't like it."
Romano stared back with narrowed eyes. "Cretino..." he whispered as he pulled Spain's face back towards him. "If I don't like something, I'll make sure you damn well know it."
Beaming, Spain showered the Italian's features with little kisses; his nose, his eyelids, his forehead, his chin. Romano squeezed his eyes shut; muttering complaints under his breath about the 'clinginess', but he didn't stop it. Finally, as Spain left the last kiss on Romano's lips, his hand began prying at the trouser button. He could feel Romano trembling a little with nerves under him, but it didn't matter – he'd soon forget about that.
"H-hey!"
Romano wriggled uncomfortably as he noticed Spain slowly pushing his trousers down.
"Problem?" Spain asked with a slightly darkening smile, not slowly as he pushed away the fabric as far as he could without moving.
"Well... o-of course!" Romano complained, trying to turn away but Spain was pinning him in place.
"If you really don't want to, then I'll stop, but..." Spain's hand slipped into Romano's pants, making him flinch. "Shouldn't I finish what I started?"
Romano didn't protest anymore, though his face did flush even more of an impressive red. Spain smiled and wrapped his hand around the Italian, beginning to move it slowly and watching each shaky breath Romano let out. His eyes flickered up to see the familiar curl, and Spain had to bite his lip at the thought of daring to pull it.
His hand moved faster, and Romano's gasps became louder, a soft moan escaping now and then. The sounds were enough to make Spain's stomach clench and his body to burn - as if Romano's sweat covered skin wasn't doing that enough already. Watching as Romano cringed and twisted under him, Spain finally allowed his free hand to move up and knot in the Italian's hair. Edging its way across, his fingers gasped at the infamous curl and gave a small tug.
"Fuck!" Romano groaned, his body contorting under Spain. His eyes snapped open and a snarl escaped from his lips. "What do you think...!" He trailed off, gritting his teeth as Spain pulled again – this time moving his hand quicker too.
Romano's breaths grew shorter; his fingers dug into Spain's shoulders as he tried (and failed) to keep back as much of the moans he was letting out. With each passing moment, Romano's pants became louder. Unable to just keep watching, Spain pressed his mouth against Romano's again; taking complete charge the kiss, since the Italian seemed to have no control over his body anymore.
Romano's whole body stiffened. Groaning against the kiss desperately as his hips lurched. Spain felt the Italian come in his hand, and waited – keeping his lips moving against Romano's whilst until his body relaxed again.
Yanking his head back from Spain, gulping in air like he had been suffocating, Romano covered his eyes. His whole body continued to tremble under Spain.
"Roma?" Spain whispered, nuzzling against the Italian's ear contently.
"D-don't you want... to..." Turning to look at Romano in confusion, Spain tried to take in his embarrassed face that was so frantically trying to recover from the sudden release, as well as try to say something.
"Hm?"
"You..." Romano's eyes glanced here and there awkwardly. "You must want... something... too..."
Spain's eyes positively sparkled with glee at hearing Romano say that.
"Don't fucking look at me like that!"
"Sorry, Roma," Spain beamed, cuddling Romano tighter. "It's fine though, don't push yourself."
"Are you sure...?"
"Si, si," He kissed Romano's cheek. "Just let me sleep here tonight, and I'll be happy."
"You're too easily pleased... bastard."