Spain x South Italy Romano Rated E for Extra Sexy
https://archiveofourown.org/works/66194902
I’ll pull his rib cage open oh so slowly and coax his heart out into my palm where it belongs. I’ll caress it gently as I’ve done so many times before. When he looks at me with those eyes, I almost feel pity for any poor soul who isn’t me. I feel so lucky. Maybe luck had nothing to do with it. In a way, I feel I’ve earned this. Every choice I’ve made has led up to this precious moment. Him offering himself up to me. Heart, body, soul, everything he is belongs to me, and I belong to him.
The feeling of salvation that courses through my very being when I feel his skin bare against mine. His fingers tangled in my hair are proof that everything I did, everything I am, and everything I’ve sacrificed has been worth it. His lips moving with mine is the fruit of my labor. And even if he didn’t. Even if by some cruel twist of fate he kept his distance, I would do it all over again. I believe his existence alone would make it all worth it. And he will come to me again.
My huffy little lackey will fill his lungs with courage, stomp his way over in my direction, and pull me down for a fiery kiss just as he is now. Muttering something about being tired of waiting. Pouty cheeks burning red hot with a passion usually expressed in a facade of anger. He’s so cute!
“Spain, we’re having sex! We’re engaged, so it’s fine, right? Unless you want to wait until—” I look down into his determined eyes with a slow blink and curious smile. My heart feels like it’s racing, struggling to leap out of my chest and into his. He grips my clothing tightly in his fists. Roma… he wants me. The thought sets my soul on fire and my mind running free like a wild stallion with endless fantasies or memories compelling me to embrace my one and only purpose.
“Don't just stand there smiling at me, you asswipe!” His hands tremble, and I cover them with my own. I hope he can feel how badly I want this. How badly I want him. He wants me too. I have him. Our lips connect again. Somehow I manage to carry him to bed with my brain completely out of it. I’m functioning purely on autopilot as I can only focus on Romano. My Romano. He’s kissing me, tearing away at my clothing impatiently. I’m not going to let him rush this. I’m going to savor him as long as I can.
If I were to die someday, my most selfish wish would be for his body to be my coffin. I want to drown my senses in every bit of him. His smell, his sounds. There really is no part of Romano that I truly dislike other than his absence. And even then, it only makes my cravings stronger. His body is everything I’ve dreamed of and more. We fit so perfectly together. Just holding him like this. Skin to skin, I’m hoping and praying I never wake up from this beautiful dream.
I’m placing kisses over every inch of bare flesh I can reach. From his lips, cheeks, and neck, I can’t stop smiling as the soft sighs he makes sound like beautiful music to me. I don’t want to stop until he’s breathless and gasping for more. I need to stay composed. I’ll take such good care of him. I’ll remind him why he always has and always will call for me. His lips are wet from an endless barrage of decadent kisses. I noticed his adorable hair curl was in the shape of a heart. My Roma is truly too cute! I couldn’t help but gush and twirl my finger around that alluring strand of hair. Romano tightened his grip on me instantly.
I can’t overwhelm him, but the temptation is too great. Having him beneath me like this is almost too much, but it feels so right. His hair feels so soft as I pet him gently. He looks up at me with a softness in his half-lidded eyes that makes me want to hold him tightly to my chest and never let go. “Does this feel good?” I asked with a gentle tug of that funny strand of hair. His back arched up slightly, and I used my other hand to run my thumb over his bottom lip.
“O-of course it feels good, fuck stain…” He averted his gaze, but I never took my eyes off him once since he came to me. I placed my thumb into his mouth, and he eagerly accepted it with a warm, wet tongue, tasting it. His voice was muffled as he moaned around my thumb, steadily thrusting into his mouth. He’s so beautiful. Those perfect eyes fluttered closed with another twirl of my finger, followed by a tug that made his lips release my thumb with a louder gasp of pleasure.
My thumb, wet with Romano’s spit, circled his nipple, making his chest lean up into my touch. I leaned down to tease the other with the tip of my tongue before taking it into my mouth. His hands were gripping my hair, and I kept pulling his curl until his body tensed up and I realized he had cum splattered on his stomach. I released his nipples and immediately went lower to lock up his mess without thinking.
“Fuck!” Romano needed a minute to catch his breath, but I couldn’t stop myself from pressing kisses all over his stomach and down his cock, and I stared at his hole for a second. My hands gripped his thighs and spread them apart for a better view. “Don’t! Fucking pervert!” His hands pushed my face away.
I looked up to see his face was red with a mix of arousal and embarrassment. I smiled at him as I slowly stuck my tongue out. Daring him to actually try and stop me. My first taste of him sent me into a frenzy. I flipped him over and gripped those perky cheeks apart to thoroughly enjoy my meal. His voice only served to spur me on to spit on his hole and drag my tongue over the rim. Circling it and just barely pressing my tongue in to tease him. I need to hear more of that lovely whiny voice.
Romano lay face down, ass up, gripping a large pillow for dear life. Toes curling and failing to hold his voice back as he pleaded for more. I slipped my tongue in, and his hole tightened up, signaling his second orgasm. I could feel my dick pulsing at the realization that I’m making Romano cum with just my tongue. My hips were grinding against the bed, moving at the same rhythm as my tongue fucking into the love of my life. His hips move forwards in a pitiful attempt to run away from the overwhelming feeling, but I grab his hips and pull him right back onto my tongue, penetrating him deeper than before. His hips jerked away reflexively but my hands kept him in place.
I feel drunk with pleasure from licking his insides. My body is not my own. My actions are not my own. I am just a vessel designed to provide for him and his pleasure. I pull back to speak, “My love. My heart. My dearest treasure…” I couldn’t even finish my thought as I was too focused on giving sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to his hole, soaking wet with my spit. I bet I could fit my fingers in easily. He’s so wet I could take him right now if I wanted to. I need to hear him beg me to split him open on my cock. I growled with resurrected hunger and devoured him ravenously. His feet are kicking, and I think he’s shaking with his third climax of the night.
I can’t quite hear him. I think he’s saying, “Get the fuck off, asshole!” But I’m not sure. Maybe he’s saying, ‘Get back in my asshole?’ That makes more sense. Obviously I’m making him feel good. I’m the one giving him undeniable pleasure. I’ll make sure his body remembers me even when we’re apart.
My thoughts are suddenly interrupted as I suffer a kick to the head. I snapped out of my lust-filled daze to see Roma’s red face panting with tears at the corners of his eyes but not quite spilling over. Yet. How can he expect me not to tease him when he looks at me like that? He’s so adorable when he’s overwhelmed!~
I apologized and moved up to wrap my arms around him. I leaned in for a kiss, but he turned his face away. A bit of maneuvering here and there, and I’ve got my blushing beauty sitting in my lap, back pressed to my chest. A sigh of relief escapes Romano’s lips while he gets comfortable in my lap, leaning against me fully. My hand seized that silly curl of hair and pulled.
“Chigi! Ahh~ You fucker!” I kept stroking his curl, his breathing getting harsher by the second. My other hand massages his chest. Avoiding his nipples and just feeling his body as much as I can. I feel some sort of euphoric sensation feeling his heart thumping against my fingers and hearing his incoherent pleas for more? Less? He seems conflicted, but I know what he needs. He needs me to give him comfort, to make him feel safe, to make him feel good. I can do all that and much much more.
My lips pressed feverish kisses along the side of his neck, and I whispered into his ear, “Just a little more; you can let go. I’ve got you. Let the boss take care of you. ~” He’s squirming in my lap, and I know he’s getting close. I’ve got him locked into my protective arms and am grinding my achingly hard cock against him to ensure I have his attention.
“Don’t hold back. Let me hear you, my love. You can come. Please come for me. I want you to.” His head tosses back with a broken sob followed by shaky breaths. My fingers are still pulling that hair curl, stroking him through his final orgasm. I turned his body around to straddle me so I could see his face. He’s absolutely wrecked. Messy hair, a shaky curl shaped like a heart, tears flowing down his kissable cheeks, and eyes glossed over with bliss. Gorgeous. Beautiful. Sexy. I don’t have the words to describe how seeing him like this truly feels. My soul feels like it's melting at the sound of his sweet voice singing to me combined with the feeling of his body spasming against mine.
“Good job. I’m so proud of you. You did so well. You’re so good.” I gasped out in between kisses. Before I realized it, my hand was a blur on my cock, stroking frantically while staring at Romano’s perfect face. My climax ripped through me like a powerful blow to my core. I bit down onto the place where Roma’s neck met shoulder hard enough to leave a mark and moaned loudly into his flesh. He whimpered and squirmed in my lap, but I held him in place, covering the bite mark in kisses while whispering sweet nothings to soothe him. We stayed close for a while, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking. The room was momentarily quiet aside from our breaths until I spoke up.
“I’ll clean us up. I’ll be right back.” Romano seemed content with the speedy cleanup and a glass of cold water. We cuddled close, melding into a comfortable mess of tangled limbs while my mind raced with the heightened joy of lying chest-to-chest with my prized treasure. Feeling our hearts beating together as if they were communicating some sort of ancient code. I hadn’t noticed Roma had been staring at me while my busy mind had been musing our connection.
“Thank you for being mine,” I thanked him sincerely from the bottom of my heart with a kiss to his hair. For trusting me. For staying with me. For depending on me. My arms caged his body into mine but it doesn’t feel like enough. If we were any closer, my skin would melt into his and create a most delectable concoction of our passion.
Romano studied my face with a tired smile reminiscent of a satisfied cat. His voice called out to me in a whisper that felt more like a purr, and said, “Shut up and sleep, dickhead.”
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