Arthur groaned as Antonio thrusted. The bed creaked from every movement, like it was going to break. Clothes were scattered across the floor. The room was dark, the only light source coming from the window next to them.

The brit held the sheets tighter. Beads of sweat ran down his body. He bit into his hand to refrain the loud whines, desperate to escape his mouth.

However, Antonio knew what he was trying to do. He grabbed Arthur's wrist and pinned them above his head along with the other. Arthur could no longer hide the sounds that left his mouth.

His face, red. His body, hot. He turned his head to the side. Soft pants left his mouth. Without noticing, Arthur thrusted his hips back. The spaniard groaned when Arthur did that. He responded by giving a harsh slap to Arthur thigh. The man under him gasped. Antonio knew that he loved the pain.

"I-is ah~ a-all y-you've got, y-you're s-so gentle~" Arthur provoked. A chuckle leaving his mouth after his speech, making sure that the spaniard above him heard it.

Antonio pulled back then roughly thrusted in. The force caused Arthur to moan and shiver. Drool flowed from the corners of Arthur's mouth and down his chin.

Antonio stared down at the other man with hate. Arthur had that stupid smirk on his face. The spaniard wanted to rip that smirk out. Antonio's hand was suddenly around his neck. Arthur held the bedsheets like it was all he had.He wanted to choke Arthur. He wanted the man below his to suffer. Instead, the brit gently placed his hands on when Antonio's were. The spaniard forgot that Arthur could move his arms now, Antonio wasn't holding them anymore. He heard Arthur gasp under him.

"D-do it harder i-if y-you ha~ pussy." Arthur stared up at him with the same smirk. He knew it pissed of Antonio. In response, he held his neck tighter, feeling the sweat from Arthur's neck.

Arthur's mouth was hung open. His throat felt dry. Arthur kept eye contact with the spaniard. The Brit looked like he was in pain which Antonio hoped he was.

"D-did I strike...a-a nerve~" Arthur said between pants.

Annoyed, Antonio held his neck tighter. "Listen Estúpido! You better stop pissing me off."

"O-or what?!"

"I'll make it worse for you."

"I'll be s-supprised if hah~ you will, you're so...weak."

Antonio slowed down. The spaniard let go of Arthur's neck and held his hips. Antonio smiled down at him. He tried to contain the urge to fuck him into the mattress and let the man below him to beg for more. Instead of Arthur getting what he wants without asking.

Arthur didn't like the teasing. He knew that Antonio knows he doesn't like it. Furiously, he glared up at the spaniard, who responded with a smile. The Brit knew that behind that smile, Antonio was laughing at him.

"D-Damn you arsehole! W-why the fuck did you ah~ s-slow down!?"

"Because~ I was tired."

Arthur knew he was lying, "C-cut the bullshit!"

"What happened to that behaviour back there? Did I finally put you in your place?" Antonio laughed as he held Arthur's hips tighter.

Suddenly, his prostate was hit with a sharp thrust. Arthur's eyes widened while he moaned. His toes curled and he spread his legs further apart. Antonio leaned forward and calmly spoke into his ear, "Did I hit the right spot?"

"Yes~! Go faster! I-I want more!" Arthur responded without thinking.

"All you have to do is ask nicely Arthur~."

"P-please g-go faster...don't stop...please! I-I need it!"

Listening to Arthur, Antonio sped up. Arthur's moans grew louder hy the second. It was like everyone around was going to hear. "Tu puta! You're so n-noisy."

Arthur ignored Antonio and focused on the pleasure he received. It felt so good. But it wasn't enough. He wanted Antonio to be more rough with him. "H-Hit me...A-Antonio!"

Almost immediately, he got a response. A harsh slap on his face. "Stop taking!" yelled the spaniard above him. Despite the pain, it felt so good. He loved it. Before he knew it, Arthur came all over his abdomen with a loud whine. His back arched and his eyes rolled back. For a few moments, he saw stars. He felt like he was going to black out. After he was finished, his body fell down to the bed. He was left panting, exhausted, while he stared up and the ceiling.

It wasn't long before the spaniard was done. He released inside of the Brit. Arthur moaned as he felt his insides fill up. It was so warm, soft and sticky all at the same time. The second Antonio pulled out, his semen flowed out of Arthur like a waterfall.

Both of them were left panting, gasping for air. Arthur looking like he had passed out.

"Round 2 Arthur~" Antonio whispered in his ear. He knew it was loud enough for Arthur to hear because of the gasp he got as a response.

"Another r-round? You can't be serious."

Before Arthur could move, the spaniard had pinned him down onto the bed. Arthur struggled in his grasp. Arthur's eyes widened when he realised he couldn't get out. "...and you're not going anywhere."

Antonio thrusted in, almost supprised that he was tight. Arthur nearly yelled. He gazed up at the spaniard. "Y-you...bastard...not t-tired yet?!" Arthur spat.

"Nope."