Stepping through the door of an Italian, Antonio had fulfilled his task in dropping Romano off.
Speaking of Romano, he ran to the nearest window in the hallway, bewildered at Arthur's stupid spell that had worn off. "Say...Romano...you want to really know what happened the night before?" The Spaniard had wrapped his sun-kissed arms around the other's waist, leaning in the crook of his neck.
His face as red as his flag, the shorter nation nodded, faintly.
It would take him some time to eventually admit that he'd been waiting for a time like this for quite awhile now.
"I see...I'll show you then..." Antonio was slowly unbuttoning the shirt loosely draped over Romano, his fingers running over his chest.
"I'm sick of your games, idiot!" The Spaniard was surprised as an Italian accent stroke back, pinning him to the wall in a rough kiss.
Lips were bit, tongue was involved. So much tongue in fact, that the duo parted with heavy breaths and strings of spit.
Seeing his little tomato dominant was strange at first, but it turned Antonio on upon having teeth at his skin do anything to his sensitive spots, hands ruffling his clothes loose and away.
With squinted eyes of pleasure, Antonio decided to try something.
"A-ah! Not there!"
The curl had been pulled at, slowly unraveled. Of course this interrupted Romano's Spain-loving session, but it was worth seeing a tent rise in his pants.
Those pants had been undone, the feeling of a hand at the Italian's curl distracted him as he was pushed to a wall again. "Haah...mm..."
Romano shut his eyes as he saw his partner's pants drop and his undergarments.
A sharp gasp flew away from his lips as he was expanded so suddenly, Antonio's hot breath on his neck. "M-move you bastard..." Romano croaked out.
Complying, Antonio gave thrusts that sent the uke wild. At first he hid his moans by breathing heavily, but upon hearing the other's pleasure in this he melted.
A particular spot was hit that sent him nearly seeing stars. "Aah! There! More!"
Spain's energy was put into just that, repeatedly slamming into requested area, his nails digging into the Italian's shoulders, pulling him down on his length.
"I"I'm gonna-" Antonio didn't even have time to finish his husky moan when he came, Romano the panting mess following.
Once he pulled out, he had a tired figure collapse on him.
Seeing him like this reminded him of old memories, whenever Romano would fall asleep anywhere, Antonio used to always make sure he was sleeping in a safe spot.
A spot where the Spaniard could always look over his childish face, and if it wasn't him, it would be god's angels.
And it would happen again tonight.
Scooping said Italian up, he set the two on the bed, giving a last peck on his partner's cheek before falling into nostalgic dreams.
A/N
This was a request, and I honestly think my writing is better here than the rest of this book.
This was the first fan fiction I ever wrote after all.
