"Move!"
"No."
"I swear if you don't move, Arthur!" Antonio growls out in frustration and tries to throw the Englishman off of him. The said other had found his Spanish boyfriend lying on his stomach on the couch while watching television. Feeling a little bored and neglected, he could only-and very naturally- lie down on top of the Spaniard, his chest to Antonio's back.
"What? What are you going to do when you can't get up?" Arthur can't help but laugh as he snakes his arms-with a little difficulty-around the other's chest and holds him. "Can't you be quiet, love?" Arthur whispers into Antonio's ear, knowing that the feeling of his breath on the other's ear would affect Antonio more than the Spaniard would like to admit.
As predicted, the man on bottom stills as he mutters a few curses in his native language; he buries his head in his arms and gives up on going against his boyfriend, sighing when the Briton begins to place light kisses on the back of his neck.
Soon, the kisses become tiny bites and sensual licking of the skin. Antonio lets out a small gasp as Arthur begins to grind his hips, letting the Spaniard feel his hardening erection.
"Arthur." Antonio breathes as he feels himself getting turned on the more the other rubs himself against his backside. "This isn't fair."
As a man who loved to please his lover –and maybe just a bit more than he loved being pleased- Arthur slowly moves off of Antonio long enough to let him turn onto his back.
"That better?" Arthur asks in a husky, low voice as he looks into Antonio's lust-filled gaze.
Antonio nods, pulling on Arthur's shirt to bring him down on top of him and into a heated kiss. He groans, biting his boyfriend's bottom lip as the said Englishman grinds his hips down. The friction almost seems to be not enough for the Spaniard, but the thought of them both dry-humping like young lovers excites him in a new way.
"Move faster." He breathes and Arthur does as he's told, all the while sucking, biting, and leaving his mark on the other's neck.
"I thought," Arthur speaks between moans and giving attention to the tanned expanse of skin beneath him, "you wanted me off of you."
"Cállate!" Antonio moans out as he moves his hands to Arthur's backside to pull him closer and closer, his own hips grinding up as Arthur's grind down.
"This," Antonio pulls on his English boyfriend's shirt to get his attention and pulls him down into a kiss once the blonde looks at him, "is your fault." They both moan into each other's mouths as they reach their limits. Their high leaves them panting until they come down into a sweet, calm mood.
That is, until Antonio has had enough of the other's weight.
"Move." Antonio pushes Arthur off of him and onto the floor and laughs as the other whines.
AN: What do you mean it's been like three months since I've updated.