Loved by the Island, Smitten by the Boot

Ch 8

Arthur didn't know what compelled him to grab Feli's face, hold him close, and shove his tongue down his throat but he was glad he followed through. The Italian in his hands stiffened for a second only to melt and wrap his arms around Arthur's neck. They stood there for a moment, kissing one another as their tongues danced with each other. Feliciano was the one who pulled away. He did so slowly and opened his eyes only partly, Arthur whined the second he felt the sensation of Feliciano's lips on his own leave.

"Amore mio." Feliciano began in a low whisper. "What's that for, eh? Was mio fratello too much?" Arthur shook his head.

"No I'm just...what he said. He's right."

"Cosa?"

"That I've only got you for a day or two. Then I have to go back and...I don't want to. Not yet." Feliciano's expression softened as he gazed at Arthur lovingly. The Englishman looked right back, just as lovestruck as he felt. "I want to absolutely cherish every second I have left with you, even if it means I don't sleep tonight."

"Sì?"

"Sì."

"Oh Arturo~" Feliciano purred, eyes closing as he leaned in for yet another kiss. Before their lips made contact, Feli paused and whispered, "You wanna go to my room?" And all at once did Arthur ascend. Who knew that starting his day with the worst hangover ever would end with giggling and hand holding as he scampered off to his almost boyfriend's bedroom so they can have sex. If this happened with every morning after a drunken rollercoaster then by god Arthur was about to become an alcoholic. As they entered Feliciano's room the two of them began stripping down. They both tried their hardest to quickly undress without animalistically ripping their clothes off but that ended up in Arthur tripping onto Feli's bed and Feli laughing like a little goon. Arthur cracked a grin and balled up the shirt he managed to pull off and tossed it at the Italian, hitting his arm. They resumed undressing still giggling until they were left in their underwear. Now they stopped and looked elsewhere nervously.

"This is really happening." Arthur thought to himself. "I'm actually about to shag the great nation of Italy." He laughed quietly to himself and hooked his fingers under the elastic of his underpants. Hesitating again, Arthur glanced at Feli who, in his sudden embarrassment, had turned around to take his underpants off. Arthur gulped as he stared at Feliciano's plump little ass and imagined what could be happening instead. He felt that knot, that feeling he's been getting, go from his stomach down to his dick and suddenly he was starting to harden. Quickly he pulled his underwear off and tossed them to the side. When he looked back up at his Italian lover was facing forward but held his clothes in front of his genitals. He was so nervous it was adorable and honestly quite flattering. The Italian was known for being a bit of a lady killer so the fact that he was so shy in front of Arthur made him feel special.

"Ve, what're you thinking about?" Feli asked, inching closer to the bed where Arthur lay naked.

"How adorable you are. How special you make me feel." Feliciano smiled and finally found his courage, dropping his clothes and climbing into bed.

So there Arthur was. Naked in bed, legs spread, dick already hard as a rock. Feliciano was laying just inches away from Arthur's cock and it was absolute torture to see him move his hand so slowwwly forward, he was doing this on purpose to tease Arthur. A huff escaped the Brit's lips the second Feli's hand made contact. First it was his finger tips, brushing along side the length of his shaft as his eyes followed their movement. Then it was his thumb, going up to his head and brushing along the rim. Finally Feliciano took the Englishman's entire member in his hand, rubbing it with his thumb. Arthur's breathing hitched as he watched the Italian between his legs look up at him with such amusement and lust in his eyes. He inched closer, his face now close enough to breathe on Arthur's cock. His leg involuntarily flinched upwards; Feliciano was really doing something to him. Finally, finally, after what felt like an eternity did the Italian part his lips open, slowly slip out a tongue and with a mischievous grin on his face, lick the underside of his cock. Arthur whimpered. Whimpered. He didn't know he could make such a noise!