Values Dissonance (11/13)
anonymous
May 14 2010, 05:46:07 UTC
“Mi amor…” Antonio said reverently as Romano’s back arched again, their bare hips brushing. He ran a gentle hand through Romano’s hair, resting his palm on his cheek. Romano’s desire-clouded eyes opened, catching at Antonio’s gaze with a friction that mimicked that of their skin. “My Romano. Are you ready?”
“Che… che cazzo stai dicendo? I’ve…ah… I’ve been ready since… you married me,” Romano gasped out, fire in his voice, fire in his eyes.
“Then wait, just a moment,” Antonio said, kissing Romano’s forehead and crawling off of his stomach to rummage in a wooden cabinet near the bed.
“I’ve waited enough. I’m sure I can take a little more,” muttered Romano, panting on the bed. Antonio smiled, pulling a small glass decanter from the closet. Inside, was mineral oil, infused with cinnamon and spices. Unstopping it, he poured a little into his palm, placing the bottle on the bedside table and kneeling back on the bed. Romano’s eyes were closed again, and Antonio ran his free hand across his lips.
“Look at me, mi cielo,” And to his surprise, Romano did. He looked panicked. He looked needy. Oh dio Antonio wanted him. “Now, relax.” Eyes still locked together, Antonio kissed him softly on the lips, using the momentary distraction to push his first slick finger inside of his lover.
Romano made a small whimpering noise into the kiss, eyes widening in surprise. Antonio winced, but forged on, adding another figure. It was difficult already, and his first movements were hesitant and shallow, thrusting a little, twisting and beginning to stretch. Antonio pulled away from the kiss long enough to ask. “Does it hurt?”
Romano shook his head. “N-no. I mean… ah…. A little, but… merda, just keep going.” Antonio locked their lips again, going deeper with his preparation, sliding in a third finger. Romano’s mouth parted into a deep whine this time, swallowed by the kiss, but he brought one hand up to tangle in Antonio’s hair, to keep their lips together, to signal that it was alright to keep going.
Antonio could not believe how warm that Romano was, how slick and loose he was slowly becoming. Romano was beginning to rock his hips shallowly, in time with Antonio’s finger-thrusts. It was hard to keep his own excitement at bay, and finally Antonio removed his fingers altogether. Romano gasped, biting Antonio’s lip as a sort of retribution.
“Mmm… Romano…Necesito sentirte… I’m going to enter you.” Antonio grabbed the bottle of oil again, dumping a generous amount into a palm that was shaking slightly.
“Che… che cazzo stai dicendo? I’ve…ah… I’ve been ready since… you married me,” Romano gasped out, fire in his voice, fire in his eyes.
“Then wait, just a moment,” Antonio said, kissing Romano’s forehead and crawling off of his stomach to rummage in a wooden cabinet near the bed.
“I’ve waited enough. I’m sure I can take a little more,” muttered Romano, panting on the bed. Antonio smiled, pulling a small glass decanter from the closet. Inside, was mineral oil, infused with cinnamon and spices. Unstopping it, he poured a little into his palm, placing the bottle on the bedside table and kneeling back on the bed. Romano’s eyes were closed again, and Antonio ran his free hand across his lips.
“Look at me, mi cielo,” And to his surprise, Romano did. He looked panicked. He looked needy. Oh dio Antonio wanted him. “Now, relax.” Eyes still locked together, Antonio kissed him softly on the lips, using the momentary distraction to push his first slick finger inside of his lover.
Romano made a small whimpering noise into the kiss, eyes widening in surprise. Antonio winced, but forged on, adding another figure. It was difficult already, and his first movements were hesitant and shallow, thrusting a little, twisting and beginning to stretch. Antonio pulled away from the kiss long enough to ask. “Does it hurt?”
Romano shook his head. “N-no. I mean… ah…. A little, but… merda, just keep going.” Antonio locked their lips again, going deeper with his preparation, sliding in a third finger. Romano’s mouth parted into a deep whine this time, swallowed by the kiss, but he brought one hand up to tangle in Antonio’s hair, to keep their lips together, to signal that it was alright to keep going.
Antonio could not believe how warm that Romano was, how slick and loose he was slowly becoming. Romano was beginning to rock his hips shallowly, in time with Antonio’s finger-thrusts. It was hard to keep his own excitement at bay, and finally Antonio removed his fingers altogether. Romano gasped, biting Antonio’s lip as a sort of retribution.
“Mmm… Romano…Necesito sentirte… I’m going to enter you.” Antonio grabbed the bottle of oil again, dumping a generous amount into a palm that was shaking slightly.
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