Dearest me, this chapter is late as fuck. But I moved to another condo. And had school. And life. Yup. This, here, is my heartfelt apology.
SMUT AHOY! Well, I did write a warning in the previous chapter's notes, but this is just to remind you. Also, beware of big words. My only explanation is that the thesaurus is my best friend. Without it, I would be lost.
Yeah, um, so it may or may not be a bad lemon. We'll see.
Anyways, hope this chapter full of fucking meets expectations! Enjoy~! =w=
Sliding his hand under the back of Romano's button up shirt, the Spanish nation pulled his love closer and pressed their foreheads together. Every place Spain touched on the younger man's body grew warmer, making his nether regions throb with sexual desire. Although the air in the room was cool, both men felt their skin heat obstinately as eagerness got the better of them. Romano was pressed against the wall panting a great deal while his partner's hands and lips explored aimlessly, yet at the same time each gesture proved to heighten their passionate moods.
Locking lips and tongues together in a frenzied manner, the two aroused nations' only auditory responses to every moment of contact were incomprehensible words that all conveyed immense feelings of yearning and love. When Spain finished unbuttoning his Italian's wine red shirt, he proceeded in removing his own torso's garment, revealing bronzed skin and a muscular build. Romano noticed the many scars that plagued his embodiment and inadvertently reached out to trace the largest of them all running along the Spaniard's left shoulder, right above his heart.
They're just as frightening as I remember them to be, the Italian thought as he shuddered at the mere mentioning of such a time when his former guardian would return from ocean escapades, broken up and battered. And yet, he had that ever present smile on his face, just for "his little henchman".
Realization and embarrassment hitting him hard, Romano drew his hand back with a crimson lit face and shrunk against the wall. The momentarily stunned Spaniard smiled and gently kissed the top of his love's head, making the other raise his face to reveal the stunning blush that he had sported.
"You don't need to be shy, Lovi. After all, some of these marks were for you," the Spanish man assured in a low voice, caressing Romano's hand in his.
"Sh-Shut up, I'm not shy. A-And anyways, you don't have to explain or anything, 'cause I know where they came from, damn it. I-I know that you didn't need to do what you did, bastard," the younger man muttered, his once-buried guilt resurfacing again. Spain pouted and lifted his face so that their eyes were locked within fixed gazes.
"No, querido, I needed to do those things. Because I wanted you." Outlining the curves of Romano's face in a temperate way, the Spanish nation leant closer to him so that their faces were only centimeters apart. "And I always will."
Getting the message, Romano merely reacted by grunting and glowering while he pulled Spain closer to him for a kiss. The Spaniard grinned against his lips even as they continued their fervent handling, and then he care freely flung Romano over to the bed without losing his stimulated disposition.
"Oi! What the hell?" the Italian cried out as Spain straddled his waist. Blushing heavily, Romano soon understood the older man's suggestive body language and stayed perfectly still, unsure of what to do. Spain read his partner's wavering uncertainty fairly well and promised himself that he would make his love as relaxed as he could be.
Gliding his hands up Romano's sides until they reached the younger nation's face, Spain kissed him with adoration and unrelenting rapture, aiming to ease the other's worry. They displayed equally flushed faces when the Spaniard decided to tug at the hem of his Italian's jeans, making said Italian look at him with indecisive lust glazed eyes.
The very sight made Spain's throat dry and his pants far too tight for comfort.
"L-Lovi, I'm going to, um..," he tried to explain, but humiliation kept getting the better of him. What if he was going too fast for Romano? What if his love didn't appreciate the gesture? Truth be told, the Spanish nation didn't have a clue what to do; he was simply acting upon instinct. Not being enough for his Italian lover was what intimidated him most of all, and it was the very cause that bred such delay in his affectionate exploitation.
Being able to see the clear doubt on Spain's features—just as he always could— Romano daringly [albeit tensely] stripped his own slacks off, revealing black boxers underneath. He ran his fingers through the dazed Spaniard's hair and pulled their faces closer.
"J-Just don't talk, ba- Antonio," Romano mumbled while wearing his signature frown that Spain loved to tease. With all traces of previous caution disappearing, the Spanish nation beamed in both a casual and seductive manner, which confused his partner to no ends; it wasn't possible for someone to be composed and stirred up. Or so the Italian believed, until he had met his former concierge, of course.
Following the other man's example, Spain removed his pants with great effortlessness and resumed tonguing Romano amorously. The Italian's head spun uncontrollably as his significant other massaged and sucked at his nipples, willing to please him in any way all the while wanting to taste every bit of the nation as he could. By then the two were gasping for air between kisses and strokes, eager to rid themselves of the accursed garments that separated their bodies from one another.
Deciding to make the first move, Spain rowdily slipped the younger man's boxers off of him and flung the article of clothing somewhere in their room. Romano squirmed excessively, hiding his face in his hands because the comprising position he demonstrated was making him extremely self-conscious. As his eyes ogled at his exposed body, the Spaniard failed to notice his partner's uncontrollable humiliation, for he was too absorbed in studying the other's inviting appearance.
"Amor mío! Eres muy guapo! Why are you shying away?" Laughing a little, Spain wrapped his strong arms around the smaller nation's waist and nuzzled against his shoulder. "You are so cute, mi tomate~! Te Amo~!" Squirming in the older man's grip, Romano vocalized his discomfort and tried to ignore the growing tension in his lower regions, hoping that Spain didn't notice. Mannagia, this longing is ridiculous.
"Gah! Get off me, finocchio!" he shouted, although his efforts were in vain. The Spaniard chose to ignore his love's harsh insult [that he did, in fact, understand] and maneuvered his body over Romano's lower legs so that he could neatly take off his boxers. And that he did.
The younger nation had to stop himself from staring at Spain's au naturel body as he flushing a deep crimson and desperately cast his eyes elsewhere; anywhere but the Spaniard. It wasn't that he hadn't seen another man's body before—after all, living hundreds of years and participating in wars tended to eliminate that possibility—no, that wasn't the case; Romano was quite used to the sight of another male by then [France also took part of the blame for him being so accustomed to such views].
Indeed, the Southern Italian was quite mature and had also seen Spain stark naked plenty of times, years ago. But that was when he had the mind of a meek child, unaffected by aphrodisiac and concupiscent eroticism. Present day… Romano was more than enlivened by the presentation of his former guardian's garmentless physique. But who could blame him? This man was the Kingdom of Spain, to emphasize that fanciful title, and emitted a godlike-immortal aura even with clothing.
He was everything the Italian knew him to be; radiant, illustrious, tenacious [yet compassionate] and so much more. One minute Romano was looking away from his nudity with embarrassment, and then suddenly, he found himself drawn to the resplendence of Spain's friendly attitude. Allowing himself to peek momentarily, it shocked the younger man to find that his partner was looking at him with such a loving expression that it shook his inner core.
Wearing only a smile, Spain noted Romano's evasive [if not somewhat needy] eyes meeting with his own lust glazed orbs and moved closer so that the tips of their noses were nearly touching.
"Are you scared, Lovi?" the Spaniard asked breathlessly, intertwining their fingers together while his pulse drummed in his ears resonantly. "D-Do you want to do this with me?" As much as he wanted to become one with the younger nation, Spain was also frightened. But being afraid could only be described as natural in such situations, for the happening that would take place was a major activity in any relationship.
All Romano had running through his mind at that point in time was something similar to the inner monologue to one's self formulated below:
Oh my god he is not making me say that I want to have sex with him out loud I mean is he serious I let him fucking touch me in such intimate ways that would make me turn fucking red if I thought about it-
oh shit now I'm thinking about it dear lord how oblivious and adorable and sexy can a person be I mean what the flying fuck is he thinking right now does he even want to do this- well of course the bastard does he be looking all horny and shit holy hell he better not make that stupid ass kicked puppy face or I swear to god I'll kill the guy-
okay maybe not kill him but I sure as hell won't make this fucking business easy for the guy I mean seriously you stupid Spaniard I'm pressed against a fucking bed right now with no clothes on and you have no clothes on and we're both OBVIOUSLY edgy and ready for some serious dick time for fucks sake GET A DAMN CLUE YOU FINE PIECE OF ASS.
OF COURSE I WANT TO FUCK, YOU FUCKING FUCKTARD. I'M JUST SHY AND SHIT, THAT'S ALL. DAMN IT, WHY CAN'T YOU READ MINDS?! … Or maybe, it's better that he can't.
Basically, it was a rather detailed rant that he had thought through the course of a few seconds while maintaining a somewhat blank expression [if his heavy blush didn't count]. Since he could remember, Romano had always been quite the master when it came to stoicism. Still, he was asked a question and knew that it deserved an answer.
"No, that's not it. Th-There's no reason to be scared or anything, and I obviously know that," he mumbled, furrowing his eyebrows in contemplation and reconsideration. What a stupid answer, you moron! The most frustrating thing about being around the person you love is that you instantly become self conscious over what you say, and the Italian nation understood that pain far too well for his own liking.
Staring deeply into the Spaniard's eyes, Romano memorized every detail of Spain's face, from creases to colours. But, of course, he was much more than just his alluring appearances; there was history behind every scar on his body and every quirk of his personality. And the Italian wanted to be the only one that Spain let into his private world. As selfish as it may have been, that was what he felt, though the Spaniard probably would have gladly put up with any sort of need his love presented.
"Theeeen it's a yes? I can, you know, um..," Spain tried to explain, but the tense look on his dearest's face made him stop talking. It usually did. Romano just couldn't believe that the Spaniard was going to make him say what he wanted out loud, and he regretted actually deciding that he would. Such a grand and bold move made him sigh deeply with annoyance before voicing his desires.
"Antonio," the Italian beckoned in an irresistible way that he knew Spain wouldn't be able to resist. Not that he'd want to. "Just do me." Looping his arms around the older man's neck, Romano pressed their lips together until he could feel the other glide his hands up his sides, and a wistful sigh escaped Spain's lips; it made him want to smirk in victory.
"Mmm," the Spanish nation hummed as he licked the nape of Romano's neck tenderly, relishing in the soft moans that his love would enunciate. Running his fingers through Spain's chocolate brown locks, Romano gasped in an out-of-breath manner when he felt something tug at his curl.
"Argh! Bastard, what the fucking hel- aahh~!" he moaned enthusiastically, cut off from his protest when Spain pulled his curl once more. The former empire was well aware of the fact that that individual strand of hair was his beloved's erogenous zone— although it took much longer for him to realize than he was proud of—and planned to abuse it to his heart's content. Because sometimes, Spain grew feisty as well, and secret of secrets, Romano partially ached for that side of him. Especially then.
"So cute~ You thought I forgot about this little trait of yours? Silly Lovi!" Spain teased playfully. "When it comes to these sort of things, I always remember~!"
Twirling the thread around his finger—thus straining it more—the Spaniard luxuriated in his darling's expression of equanimity, moaning when he felt their members brush against each other for a second. Lascivious need overtaking his senses, Spain let his hands wander the Italian's body until he couldn't repress his unforgiving libidinousness, and then he gripped Romano's cock in his hand.
"Ahh~! the smaller personification gasped in suprise. Romano instantly reacted, gritting his teeth with frustration as he tried hard not to completely lose control. The younger nation had several options: give in and moan with ecstasy like the weakened man that he was, or push his lover down and take control of the situation.
Taking note of his apparent disposition, it became obvious to Romano that he could to nothing more than suppress the delighted cries that threatened to escape his throat. Because that would be letting Spain know that he had a rather large hold on the Italian. Which was something said Italian would die before allowing him to realize. For… reasons involving his pride, of course.
However, while the bronze nation was persistently stroking his member with half lidded eyes, Romano involuntarily shivered, encompassed by sheer gratification. Setting most of his embarrassment aside, he intrepidly travelled his own hands downwards until they were nearing Spain's arousal. He wanted to make his bastard lover feel good, damn it, and wouldn't let the other be the only person calling the shots.
"Lovi? What are you- Ngh!" Spain's sentence was interrupted when he felt several nimble fingers take hold of his manhood, caressing the length with great care. He clutched the bed sheets and smothered his needy lips securely against the Italian's, continuing to fiercely tongue him with ardency.
Growing impatient and wanting Spain's shaft in him as soon as possible, Romano gave into his sickening salaciousness and vociferated. Surprised by the sudden outburst—while being immediately turned on even more than before—the older nation smiled slyly and nipped his loves ear. He took extra care in licking and sucking on Romano's galvanized nipples, earning gasps of delight from the serviced man. Spain brought his lips back to the younger personification's parted ones and lightly pecked him.
"Are you willing to let me prepare you, Lovinito?" the Spanish nation inquired gently, running a large hand down Romano's olive complexion. He traced his nose, lips, and eyes, letting the Italian's long lashes tickle the tips of his fingers.
"W-Well it will fucking hurt like a bitch if you don't," Romano mumbled in reply, putting all his trust in the man that stroked his face with such gentleness. He closed his eyes and listened to the pulse of both vehement heartbeats, which could be felt through the touches of their unclothed skins as well. Reaching over to pull lube from the bedside table, Spain squirted a generous amount into his palm and glanced down at his beloved nervously.
"I-If it hurts too much-"
"Of course it will hurt, dumbass," the younger nation stated abruptly, slightly irritated by the delay. "But I wouldn't be any good of a man if I couldn't take some amount of pain."
Chuckling at the response, Spain smiled fondly and leant down to plain a tender kiss on the Italian's forehead. Searching for confirmation in Romano's eyes, he nodded slowly before entering the first finger into his love. Although it was uncomfortable, he felt no real inconvenience and simply frowned in confusion. The smaller nation didn't understand much about sex between two men, and had always wondered what went past the preparation. At that instant, though, it occurred to him that he was about to find out.
Once the second finger was prodded into his extremity, Romano started to feel uncomfortable, and a small sting presented itself to him. He wriggled under the Spaniard's larger build and tried to feel a bit more relaxed, but to no avail. Noticing this with furrowed brows, Spain locked his free hand in the Italian's left one and used his mouth to yank on that particular erection inducing curl.
"Ahhh~" Romano moaned and hoisted his body upwards, making the Spanish man clench his teeth in frustration. As he continued to multitask, it became harder for Spain to concentrate on pleasing his arousing love while trying to find a particular bundle of nerves. Finally, after three fingers had been painfully administered [although Romano couldn't feel much due to the distraction his curl prompted], he brushed against the Italian's prostate.
Romano felt an electrifying jolt of gratification run through his entire body, and he couldn't contain the inevitable cry that escaped his lungs. Oh, how it could have torn him into two! But the half nation craved for the sensation more than he understood, even if it was an unknown sort of tingle.
"Th-There! R-Right there!" he expressed, digging his fingers into the Spaniard's shoulders. Smirking at his achievement to make the younger man vocalize pleasure, Spain decided that it was then or never to enter his writhing love. He coated his length in lube and positioned himself near the Italian's rear end, struggling to control his voluptuous urges.
A part of him wanted to slam into Romano without any care, simply because the stimulation would be sexual on so many levels. However, the more dominant and nurturing side wished to take things slowly, never going beyond his dearest's comfort zone and meeting both their needs. Using all the self control he could muster— whilst Spain twirled Romano's curl so that the pain would be somewhat ignored—he carefully penetrated the younger man.
Even though his erogenous zone befuddled all of his sense of perception, Romano could still feel the burning torment coming from his posterior. It was what the Italian expected, though, because he was a virgin [surprisingly enough]. With fast paced hearts and cold sweats breaking lose, the two nations observed one another as they tried to keep their uncertain minds in check.
Spain didn't necessarily feel any extreme tightness because of the fact that he had made sure his love didn't feel too distressed, so his cock wasn't going through any pain whatsoever. Only the actions that he was holding back were making beads of sweat trail down his bronzed body. He felt Romano's fingers dig into his broad shoulders and intently gazed upon the Italian's crimson lit face. Finding that glorious spot within his lover while stilling moving slowly, the Spaniard cautiously grazed it once more, his hesitance very apparent.
"Y-You can move more, you know," the younger man managed to assure with a tad bit of annoyance, still fighting back the embarrassing moans that were sure to break out once more. Spain flashed him a beaming smile and took his word for it, thrusting boldly into his prostate and feeling Romano's legs wrap around the Spaniard's lower body, thus pushing him deeper inside.
"Fuck!" the Italian swore, breathlessness hanging on every word he sputtered as Spain continued to propel himself inside Romano. At first the rhythm of their movements were inconsistent—although loving, all the same—but soon enough, both men fell into an organized pattern and clutched closer to one another.
Pain and pleasure were perceptions that Romano experienced, and he bellowed at the top of his lungs into Spain's shoulder so that the sound was muffled, lest he end up startling other lodgers in the inn.
"Mmm! L-Lovi, you can definitely scream," the Spanish nation goaded, trying his best not to crush Romano under the weight of his body. While plunging in and out of the Italian, he also took it upon himself to luxuriate in his love's slick skin. Sucking at the other's neck with a fluctuating constitution, Spain wanted to monopolize Romano's entire existence until the day earth stopped rotating, selfishness be damned.
"Ah! A-Antonio, I-I-" the younger man tried to express, for he felt his imminent climax make his lower body clench. Foreign vibes that overtook the Italian awakened more cries and moans of indulgence, and Romano attempted to prevent himself from hurting Spain's shoulders too much. True, the Spaniard did feel his love's hard grip tighten by the second, but it was nothing compared to his gratification at that moment.
As both their orgasms neared, Spain leant down one last time for a passion-filled kiss before spilling his seed into the smaller nation's insides. It was a moment of sheer bliss for Romano, of whom felt so fulfilled by the intimate tangibility, and he soon followed afterward.
"Ahh~!" they both exclaimed in unison. The two squeezed their eyes shut for that blissful amount of time, and when they re-opened them, forest met olive. With their gazes locked, Romano breathed heavily and could sense exhaustion slowly kicking in. Spain took note of his love's state of fatigue and gently pulled out of the Italian's end, retrieving tissues to wipe away the semen from their bodies.
After throwing them away, he snuggled under the covers with Romano and kissed his forehead affectionately. Their legs intertwined together and distributed warmth, creating comfortable sleeping conditions for the pair. Spain looked down at the younger personification's drowsy demeanor and rubbed the tips of their noses together.
"I love you, Lovino," the Spaniard declared in a hushed voice, letting his eyelids flutter downwards. Romano smiled lazily and nuzzled his face in Spain's neck, allowing the other to rest his chin atop the Italian's.
"I love you too, A-Antonio." The Italian furrowed his eyebrows a bit as the sappiness of that sentence disturbed him momentarily. Then again, it was true. "Now shut up and go to sleep, I'm tired as fuck."
And they both drifted into slumber with content expression's adorning their features.
I'm one of those writers that are unable to use dirty language and naughty stuff. I mean, I'll read kinky things but when it comes to writing them... I JUST CAN'T xD So, yeah.
Is this okay? I know they don't talk a lot during the sex part, but that's only because the English language doesn't have words that could describe the noises people make during sex. So just use your imaginations :3 And yes, I DID just spend an entire chapter on lovemaking only. But it's an important event, you know?
Alrighty then, that's about it. Thanks to all the lovely readers and nameless people and not-so-nameless people~!