Part 2:
"I said to fuck me, not hum into my ears," he told the other impatiently, a pout planted firmly on his lips. The spaniard chuckled, rubbing his shoulder gently as he planted small kisses onto the back of of his neck, "slowly chiquito, I want to make it up to you fully."
"Che, just get it over with already," he answered, the feeling of those warms lips on his neck made goosebumps start to appear. He wriggled around on the lap, trying to turn himself around so he was facing his lover. Once he was postion right and straddling the man, he looked at him. His eyes were a beautiful emerald green, like when the sun shines down on a field of fresh grass, his curly brown hair glowing in the light, and his lips, oh god, those soft, moist looking lips. All romano wanted to do was to attack them, invading the other's mouth with his tongue.
"Oh for the love of-" he said as he leaned down to take the mouth of the other, not caring to be gentle. Can you blame him? He was sex deprived, had a horrible hangover, and horny. He wrapped his around Spain's neck, threading his hand through those soft curls to pull them closer as he grinds their hips together. The spaniard's lips moved against his in sync, matching them up like puzzle pieces as their tongues danced with each other. He wasn't in the mood to fight much today so he let the bastard gain dominance over him, letting the tongue explore the inside his mouth, moving with the flow of the kiss. He never wanted it to end, the friction between their privates and the passionate kiss he had so long to taste again. If only air wasn't such a cockblocker to that. They broke away from each other panting, a single sliver of saliva connecting both of their lips as they stared at each other with lust filled eyes.
"Fuck," Romano murmured causing a grin to cross the spaniard's face.
"Gladly," Spain replied, taking his lover's lips again, laying him down onto the bed gently with him on top, the weight of both of the males on the same spot caused the mattress to sink and creak. If they both had their way this morning, it'll do a whole lot more creaking then it is now.
Romano could hear his heart thumping in his ear loudly, the blood rushing to face as the hand that was wrapped around his waist went to rub at his neck, slowly trailing down as it starts to unbutton his shirts, burying themselves under them once the job was done. Spain could feel the smooth, soft skin underneath his hand, letting his hand run over Romano's abdomen and chest, feeling the muscles twitch.
"Eres tan hermosa.," he whispered into the Italian's mouth.
"S-shut up." Romano blushed, turning bright red from the compliment from his lover.
"Mm, but you are." He pulled away from the succulent lips he was sucking with glee from and started to lead a trail of kisses down the other male's neck. He nipped and licked at the dips and crevices of Romano's neck while his hands were occupying themselves with playing with the hardened nubs, eliciting moans from the other's mouth.
How sensitive he was from not being touch for so long, he didn't know, but every touch was sending sparks throughout him. Goddamn those clothes that separated their hot skin from each other, he wanted them off already!
So while Spain was busy with his work on Romano's body, the Italian took it upon himself to remove their clothes. He fumbled with getting both of their pants to unzip, throwing them off, immediately working on the Spaniard's shirt. Successful at the removal of Spain's shirt, he let his hand roam over the toned out, tan skin, loving how it felt on his palm and against his own naked body.
A/N: Oh look who decided to stop there, whoops. I'm not trying to be a tease, I seriously am not, i just need my muse to start again. um, do you guys like it so far?