One of these nights (6/?)
anonymous
March 20 2010, 02:24:13 UTC
“Buon Dio!” He choked, the sudden sensation made him shiver hard, his heels dug in the ground and his whole body arched in that hot mouth. He was trying to get more, he was trying to deny the pleasure that was coursing through him, he wanted to last longer. But the sensation was gone as soon as it appeared.
Antonio sighed as Italian once again filled his ears. Things were going so nicely and Roma just had to ruin it. He reached downwards and unzipped himself. He quickly kicked his pants off and then took off his shirt, not even bothering to undo the buttons. He shivered and stretched. Roma’s eyes were practically glued on him and the boy squirmed on the bed, his legs closing, rubbing, trying to relieve the need that was pulsing through him. Antonio could see the intensity of it etched in the way Roma’s eyes were glazed over with need and how his body was flushed so deliciously. The boy was hard, so hard it was probably painful. Antonio would’ve hurt if he had been in that condition, not that his was any better…
“¡Darte vuelta!” [Turn around.] He commanded and his own hand slid downwards, so he could relieve some of the pressure that had build there. Romano chose that moment to present his behind to him and Antonio groaned deeply, the combined force of the beautiful sight and his own hand on his own member making him suddenly very aware of how painfully aroused he was. “Roma…” he whispered and went down on his knees, his hands grabbing and spreading the other’s cheeks. The need to devour and taste everything that his young lover had to offer was back at full force.
“Antonio…” his name resounded in the air, flaming his desire like dry leafs on fire. His tongue plundered into the tight heat of his lover. The reaction he got was instant. Romano keened loudly and his hips jerked, pushing backwards, trying to push Antonio’s tongue deeper. “¡Por favor! ¡Antonio! ¡Te pido!” [Antonio, Please!] The boy buckled his hips, trying to fuck himself on the muscle that was probing him as deep as it go, but nowhere near enough.
Antonio couldn’t suppress his need and one of his hands went for his own neglected erection. He bit gently on the tender skin and Roma screamed his name. The older swallowed hard. He needed lube. Now! He was quick on his feet and reached for the bottle that was standing in the drawer next to the bed. He yanked the thing open and took out the precious liquid and whatever he was going to do next was suddenly forgotten. Roma was still half lying on the bed, his knees spread wide on the floor while he was grinding in the hard mattress beneath him.
The pulsing in his cock became nearly unbearable as he watched the boy in his bed. Strings of curses on multiple languages filled the room, along with his name.
“Antonio!” Roma lifted his head and glared at him. Really, which sane man would say no to such a command?
He was behind his lover in an instant, fumbling with the lube and willing his body to wait just a little bit more. Antonio quickly coated his fingers, excessive amounts of lube spilling on the floor from the force with which he squeezed at the bottle. Not important. Not at all… He shoved one finger in Roma and the throaty moan that followed almost made him come right then and there.
“¡Mas rapido!” [Faster!] Roma’s hips pressed backwards, pushing the finger all the way in and Antonio complied entering two more and stretching. “Screw this!” Romano growled “Just…ah… fuck me already! Damn it!” He slapped the firm ass and Romano quickly corrected himself “¡Jodeme! ¡Por favor! ¡Ahora!” [Fuck me, now! Please!]
Despite how hard he was Antonio had to stop for a moment and listen. A wide smirk spread on his face. Who was the idiot that had said Spanish wasn’t the language of passion? Or lust for that matter…
Antonio sighed as Italian once again filled his ears. Things were going so nicely and Roma just had to ruin it. He reached downwards and unzipped himself. He quickly kicked his pants off and then took off his shirt, not even bothering to undo the buttons. He shivered and stretched. Roma’s eyes were practically glued on him and the boy squirmed on the bed, his legs closing, rubbing, trying to relieve the need that was pulsing through him. Antonio could see the intensity of it etched in the way Roma’s eyes were glazed over with need and how his body was flushed so deliciously. The boy was hard, so hard it was probably painful. Antonio would’ve hurt if he had been in that condition, not that his was any better…
“¡Darte vuelta!” [Turn around.] He commanded and his own hand slid downwards, so he could relieve some of the pressure that had build there. Romano chose that moment to present his behind to him and Antonio groaned deeply, the combined force of the beautiful sight and his own hand on his own member making him suddenly very aware of how painfully aroused he was. “Roma…” he whispered and went down on his knees, his hands grabbing and spreading the other’s cheeks. The need to devour and taste everything that his young lover had to offer was back at full force.
“Antonio…” his name resounded in the air, flaming his desire like dry leafs on fire. His tongue plundered into the tight heat of his lover. The reaction he got was instant. Romano keened loudly and his hips jerked, pushing backwards, trying to push Antonio’s tongue deeper. “¡Por favor! ¡Antonio! ¡Te pido!” [Antonio, Please!] The boy buckled his hips, trying to fuck himself on the muscle that was probing him as deep as it go, but nowhere near enough.
Antonio couldn’t suppress his need and one of his hands went for his own neglected erection. He bit gently on the tender skin and Roma screamed his name. The older swallowed hard. He needed lube. Now! He was quick on his feet and reached for the bottle that was standing in the drawer next to the bed. He yanked the thing open and took out the precious liquid and whatever he was going to do next was suddenly forgotten. Roma was still half lying on the bed, his knees spread wide on the floor while he was grinding in the hard mattress beneath him.
The pulsing in his cock became nearly unbearable as he watched the boy in his bed. Strings of curses on multiple languages filled the room, along with his name.
“Antonio!” Roma lifted his head and glared at him. Really, which sane man would say no to such a command?
He was behind his lover in an instant, fumbling with the lube and willing his body to wait just a little bit more. Antonio quickly coated his fingers, excessive amounts of lube spilling on the floor from the force with which he squeezed at the bottle. Not important. Not at all… He shoved one finger in Roma and the throaty moan that followed almost made him come right then and there.
“¡Mas rapido!” [Faster!] Roma’s hips pressed backwards, pushing the finger all the way in and Antonio complied entering two more and stretching. “Screw this!” Romano growled “Just…ah… fuck me already! Damn it!” He slapped the firm ass and Romano quickly corrected himself “¡Jodeme! ¡Por favor! ¡Ahora!” [Fuck me, now! Please!]
Despite how hard he was Antonio had to stop for a moment and listen. A wide smirk spread on his face. Who was the idiot that had said Spanish wasn’t the language of passion? Or lust for that matter…
“Antonio!”
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