One of these nights (4/?)
anonymous
March 20 2010, 02:09:57 UTC
Antonio reached for the knife in his boot. In the struggle he had managed to neglect the fact that he had to take off Roma’s shirt in order to reach the soft skin beneath.
The boy’s eyes widened a fraction when he saw the blade and he sputtered:
“Wai…St…Don’t!”
Antonio grabbed the struggling boy’s the neck and squeezed gently just to give the idea and Roma stilled instantly.
“¡No te muevas!” [Don’t move.] He commanded and cut through the soft material of the shirt.
“Bastard!” Roma cursed and his body jerked involuntary. The blade bit at the warm skin and blood started gathering right beneath his belly button.
Antonio froze, eyes transfixed on those few drops of red blood. So much like the color of wine, but so much richer and so much darker was the desire that they brought forth. His mouth suddenly went dry and he wanted to lean closer and run his tongue over the tangy liquid.
“Antonio…?” he heard from above, but couldn’t answer. The desire that was suddenly ramping through him took his breath away.
He shook his head and sighed. He couldn’t resist. It was all that bastard England’s fault. One day he’ll find him and beat his ass to hell… he decided as he leaned closer and closed his eyes.
He moaned as his tongue slid across the skin and gathered the liquid. He couldn’t help the moan of appreciation that escaped his throat. It was the first time he was tasting another’s blood in centuries. He had always known Roma would be delicious.
The body beneath him went rigid, but he didn’t pay much attention. Instead he started sucking on the sensitive skin. He bit down non to gently and Roma’s hips jerked upwards and something hard pressed against his neck. Antonio looked down and saw the erection straining against the jeans. He looked up and smirked at his young lover.
“¿Te gusta esto?” [You like this?] Antonio asked and his hand slid from where he was holding Roma’s hips to the bulge in the other’s pants.
“You’ve lost it! I’m not that sick!” but it came out breathy and raspy. Antonio was already working on the zipper with one hand, while massaging the needy flesh beneath with his other. He needed more… so much more of Roma, but he didn’t dare cut him again. His mouth found his lover’s. As soon as the pants were off and he had full access to everything he wanted, one of his hands slid in the younger’s hair and he twirled his fingers around that curl. Roma moaned loud into his mouth. Antonio pulled at it, while his hand massaged the length in his hand. Romano keened loudly and it sent a surge of heated desire through Antonio’s body. He bit at the lips, right beneath his and the other’s body shivered, hips arching into his hand.
“Take off you pants!” Romano moaned and it was louder this time, more desperate. His body more than hot with desire by now.
Antonio was about to do just that, but his hand stilled on his own zipper. He stared down at Roma. Not like that. There was something he needed and he wasn’t feeling like granting any wishes tonight.
“Dímelo en español, Roma. ¿Que quieres?” [Tell me in Spanish, Roma - what do you want?] The boy in his arms growled in annoyance, but Antonio squeezed at the erection he was still firmly gripping “Te recompensaré.”
The boy’s eyes widened a fraction when he saw the blade and he sputtered:
“Wai…St…Don’t!”
Antonio grabbed the struggling boy’s the neck and squeezed gently just to give the idea and Roma stilled instantly.
“¡No te muevas!” [Don’t move.] He commanded and cut through the soft material of the shirt.
“Bastard!” Roma cursed and his body jerked involuntary. The blade bit at the warm skin and blood started gathering right beneath his belly button.
Antonio froze, eyes transfixed on those few drops of red blood. So much like the color of wine, but so much richer and so much darker was the desire that they brought forth. His mouth suddenly went dry and he wanted to lean closer and run his tongue over the tangy liquid.
“Antonio…?” he heard from above, but couldn’t answer. The desire that was suddenly ramping through him took his breath away.
He shook his head and sighed. He couldn’t resist. It was all that bastard England’s fault. One day he’ll find him and beat his ass to hell… he decided as he leaned closer and closed his eyes.
He moaned as his tongue slid across the skin and gathered the liquid. He couldn’t help the moan of appreciation that escaped his throat. It was the first time he was tasting another’s blood in centuries. He had always known Roma would be delicious.
The body beneath him went rigid, but he didn’t pay much attention. Instead he started sucking on the sensitive skin. He bit down non to gently and Roma’s hips jerked upwards and something hard pressed against his neck. Antonio looked down and saw the erection straining against the jeans. He looked up and smirked at his young lover.
“¿Te gusta esto?” [You like this?] Antonio asked and his hand slid from where he was holding Roma’s hips to the bulge in the other’s pants.
“You’ve lost it! I’m not that sick!” but it came out breathy and raspy. Antonio was already working on the zipper with one hand, while massaging the needy flesh beneath with his other. He needed more… so much more of Roma, but he didn’t dare cut him again. His mouth found his lover’s. As soon as the pants were off and he had full access to everything he wanted, one of his hands slid in the younger’s hair and he twirled his fingers around that curl. Roma moaned loud into his mouth. Antonio pulled at it, while his hand massaged the length in his hand. Romano keened loudly and it sent a surge of heated desire through Antonio’s body. He bit at the lips, right beneath his and the other’s body shivered, hips arching into his hand.
“Take off you pants!” Romano moaned and it was louder this time, more desperate. His body more than hot with desire by now.
Antonio was about to do just that, but his hand stilled on his own zipper. He stared down at Roma. Not like that. There was something he needed and he wasn’t feeling like granting any wishes tonight.
“Dímelo en español, Roma. ¿Que quieres?” [Tell me in Spanish, Roma - what do you want?] The boy in his arms growled in annoyance, but Antonio squeezed at the erection he was still firmly gripping “Te recompensaré.”
Romano glared.
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