Becoming slightly impatient, Spain fondled with the collar on Romano's shirt and began flicking buttons off of it. "You're such a tease, Roma~" He said, nipping at the sensitive skin on the younger's neck. "You better hurry or I may just go on the offense."
Romano yelped and pushed him down. "No! I wanna top!" He started to nip at Spain's collar bone, trying to take control.
A small gasp escaped Spain's lips as he was suddenly overtaken by Romano, who began attacking his collarbone with his rough kisses, planting them here and there to prove his dominance.
His mind slowly grew muddled and his tan arms wrapped around Romano's neck, seeking for something to hold onto underneath this barrage of love swirling with a hint of lust. Unsatisfied with just the kisses on his neck, Spain put his cards on the table and gently bit Romano's hot ears, burning with the heat of his blush. "Romano..." He moaned, begging for something more, something rougher and something harder.
Romano moaned, and swatted at the offending mouth. "A-Ai, bastard...." He started to pull at the edges of Spain's clothing, trying to get at him. Damn, this was going fast.
Laying back after being rejected by a quick hand, Spain slid off Romano's crisp, white shirt and lightly ran his hands down the younger's sides, drawing nonsensical patterns with his fingertips. "Mi quierdo~ Tu es muy lindo~" My dear, you are too cute.
Romano lightly mouthed Spain's Adam's apple, liking how Spain was going along with this so... calmly.
Spain shifted a bit, enabling Romano to slide off his shirt easier. He shivered a bit as the heat from Romano's lips toyed with the sensitive part of his neck. Though this wasn't going as fast as he had hoped, it wasn't too bad. Sometimes it was far more enjoyable to take things a bit slower.
Romano let the hands do what they wanted; he really just wanted to be naked at that point.
Spain's hands drifted from his partner's waist to his hips and tugged on the waistband of his pants. "Mi amor~" He breathed, sliding off the irritating piece of clothing that separated him from the man above him. "Te amo." Smothered by the shower of love he was receiving, he managed to reach up and run his fingers down the flyaway curl.
Romano yelped and moan, his curl being played with. "Sh-Shut up, tomato bastard!" He looked at the naked man below. He's perfect…
"Mmmm? Por que, mi tesoro?" Why, my treasure? "It is your job to make me scream." He would've been shocked at himself for the snide comments he was making, but he blamed it on the fact that right now, Romano's stalling was driving him crazy. Sure, he was more than willing to let his precious Roma top, but the heat, the pressure, just the entire air of the room itself drove him to just want to fuck at that moment. Of course, leaving himself to time to tease a bit was necessary, but damn did he just want to get down to it.
Romano huffed. "Well, where's the lube?"
After a quick, passion-filled kiss, Spain answered. "In the drawer, as always."
Romano got that lube really fast. The teasing was driving him insane as well, but he wanted to make his time topping memorable. Although he had to admit, topping was tough... Maybe he shouldn't yell at Spain so much when he takes longer, after all the stalling he had been doing. He coated three fingers in the lube and lathered a dollop on his peninsula. Then he forcefully put his pointer finger up Spain's ass.
A sharp intake of breath and bucking hips accented Spain quickly throwing his head back, completely thrown off by the sudden motion. Shiiiit it huuuuuuurt. Even though it was only one finger which made him feel like kind of a weakling but hey, he was the unstoppable Kingdom of Passion! He didn't bottom! Ever!
Anyway, when he finally regained control of his body, he captured Romano's lips with his own, biting and nipping at them, trying to distract himself from the pain. "T-Te amo, Lovino..." He moaned in between his heavy breathing.
Romano moaned into the kiss and grunted. "Shut up so I can be inside faster, asshole." DAT ASS... He half-petted Spain on the back because he thought that Spain may be in too much pain. Did Spain ever...? As he slid a second one inside, he asked- "Ever bottomed, Spain?"
Spain smiled a bit and nibbled on Romano's ear. "What? Can't I say I love you?" He kissed his love once again, only to lose his cheer and slip into - ah, what was the word Japan used? - "seme" mode. Of course, that was after he got used to the second finger that was reminding him just who was on top of whom. "N-no, amor." As much as he didn't want to, he found his face burning up even more (if that was possible) when he had to admit that he hadn't bottomed before... He was actually kind of controlling when it came to the bedroom, surprisingly.
Romano chuckled at Spain's reply and reaction. Cute! "Just scream some name, and I'm all good, jerk~!" He started to scissor Spain, so he could get a third digit in, putting the other arm around his lover’s waist.
Romano's arm felt like a familiar ghost on Spain's back. All of his attention was spent on the painful sissoring. The Spaniard groaned into his lover's shoulder, completely unable to think straight and couldn't care less about replying coherently to his comment. Scream some name... oh, he had a feeling he'd scream alright. This was getting really fucking painful. And to think that Roma when through this every time they did it! If he could actually think at the moment, Spain probably would've made a mental note to be a bit gentler the next time around. However, he couldn't, so he just stuck to trying to ride out the pain, remembering that it would feel better soon.
Deep inside his mind, he hoped "soon" would hurry up and get here.
Spain was not responding. He was a virgin down there, so it must hurt like hell. A moan in his shoulder was proof. When Romano put the third finger in, it would bleed. He got it in gently as he could, and winced when he saw his fingers get slightly damp with blood. "It's Ok, love, just breathe...." Romano knew how it felt. He knew that Spain wouldn't be able to move for days. Poor Spain...
Spain tried to listen and breathe regularly, to no avail: his breath came out in short, ragged gasps. The second the third finger entered, his world went white. And while his mind was slipping further and further away, his hands scrambled to find something solid to hold on to, namely the back of Romano's neck. He just wanted to keep telling him how he loved him, but the words wouldn't come. Lovino, I love you so much. turned into just another moan to add to the rest.
Romano was starting to feel really, really, REALLY bad for doing this. He slipped his hand to the front of Spain, and gave Spain's member gentle strokes to make him focus somewhere, ANYWHERE, besides the pain.
Waves of pleasure intermingled themselves with the waves of pain when Spain felt the familiar ghost gently stroke his length. He shuddered and melted like ice under Romano's perfectly centered touch. Somehow, he managed to get out something resembling a sentence. "Mmmmm... R-Lovinnnnnnn M-More, please...." In his muddled confusion, Spain hadn't noticed that he flipped to his love's human name again. Then again, it's not like it mattered much; human names were only used between two very close countries and even then, mostly in intimate situations. "hurry..." he breathed, feeling himself already close to coming.
It was hard to watch Spain moan like that. "F-Fine, Antonio..." He lubed his member again, and very, very slowly, started to go in.
Spain groaned at the entrance of Romano's hard length. Oh god did it hurt. His nails dug into Romano's slick skin and he tried not to cry out, but no matter what he did, a few moans did escape. "D-Dame... beso..." Kiss me… He pleaded, leaving bite marks and hickeys all up and down Romano's neck and shoulder. "Mi amor..."
Romano winced as the nails clawed at his skin, most likely making him bleed. Like he cared. Spain was VERY tight. He tried not to push in all at once; he didn't want Spain to bleed THAT much, but he didn't want Spain to bleed either way, so... He moaned at the teeth on his skin, and combined with everything else, was putting him almost over the edge.
When Romano moaned back, Spain nearly lost it even more. Not that he had much mentality to lose to begin with, but you get the idea. Right as he felt like he was about to black out, stars of sheer white exploded in front of his eyes. "L-Lovi!" He cried, the sudden lightning jolt of pleasure electrifying his entire body. "Dios mio, Lovi! R-Right there! P-Please!"
Romano's eyes lit up. He found that spot. He could make Spain feel better now. But he had to start gentle. He started to shallowly thrust so Spain could adjust.
Every time that Romano thrusted, lights danced in front of Spain's eyes. They started off flickering slowly, but gradually became brighter and clearer. His green orbs just fought to stay open, but the sheer instinctual pleasure he was feeling slipped them closed to enjoy his personal light show. He gripped the sheets around him with all his might, using them to somewhat anchor him to the present while Romano kept pushing him closer and closer to his limit. Even though his voice was scratchy and he could barely speak, he still had a few things to say. "L...Lovino... T.... Te amo....." He moaned over and over again, in sync with the force pushing him.
Romano moaned, as Spain seemed to tighten around him, every word escaping the perfect lips of the god-like creature below him driving him over the edge. Sheets were rumpled, and Romano was in heaven. He gave a loud moan of his lover's true name as he came inside, and after a few more shallow thrusts, was finished. He looked and saw the bed drenched with blood, sweat and cum. It was truly amazing.
Romano didn't have to wait long, because right after he finished, Spain followed in his path. He gave a loud, shuddering orgasm, almost screaming Romano's true name, and came over the two of them. He collapsed down onto the soiled mattress, exhausted from the ordeal of love and quickly slipped into a deep sleep, too tired to care about really anything else.
Romano fell next to his lover, pulling him into an embrace before entering the land of sleep. What an awesome day… he thought as he drifted away from here.
