Morning sex while Spain's still sleeping, or Good Morgasm 1a/1
anonymous
November 25 2010, 02:09:46 UTC
I don’t even know >_<; I hope this is ok, OP <3
Angry, possessive sex was definitely Romano’s new favorite. It had started with a drunken stranger at a bar, flirting outrageously and offering everything from drinks to sex in the back alley. Spain had initially reacted calmly. He had put an arm around Romano’s shoulders and explained to the man that no, Romano was actually not available, and then he had guided Romano to the other side of the bar. The stranger didn’t seem to have a functioning brain, however, because he trailed after them and tried to grope Romano the moment Spain left his side. Which was why Spain ended up punching him in the face and dragging Romano back home to have round after round of fast, furious sex, emphasizing over and over that Romano was his, and no assholes were allowed to fucking touch what was his, damn it. It sounded rather like Romano was having an influence on Spain’s vocabulary.
So after having passed out for a good six hours, Romano’s eyes finally fluttered open. His arms and legs were tangled with Spain’s, and everything smelled like sweat and sex. He yawned and started to pull away, but then blinked in surprise at the strangest feeling in his…
Romano cringed. Fuck, Spain had never pulled out? He squirmed in discomfort and frowned at Spain, inwardly debating whether he should wake him up or not. Normally he’d have no problem shoving the idiot off of him, but after last night he felt a little intimidated by Spain’s mood. But damn it, it felt really weird to have Spain’s flaccid cock still shoved up inside his ass!
“Spain,” Romano whispered. He tapped on Spain’s shoulder, but Spain didn’t even twitch.
Romano bit his lip and shifted again. Why hadn’t Spain pulled his fucking cock out? Did he pass out or something immediately after finishing? That was pathetic. Sure, Romano had blacked out after his third time coming, but that was different. Sort of. They had been fucking… rather aggressively. Romano’s cheeks heated at the recollection, and he squirmed again. Spain had pounded him mercilessly the night before, and even six hours later that cock was still claiming Romano as his.
Fuck, but the sex had been good. Romano’s own cock began to stir, which he could only attribute to the confusion it must have felt at Spain being inside of him. It must have thought that they were still in the middle of fucking instead of having finished hours before. Romano’s breathing grew a little unsteady as he clenched himself around Spain’s cock. They were finished. Spain couldn’t fuck Romano with a limp cock.
Unless, of course, he got hard again.
But, but no! There was still the matter of his lack of consciousness.
But did he really have to be conscious? Romano shook his head. That was a stupid thought; of course, Spain had to be conscious. Romano really had to stop clenching himself around Spain’s cock and just separate them already because it was silly to stay connected like this when there was really no reason to be.
Morning sex while Spain's still sleeping, or Good Morgasm 1b/1
anonymous
November 25 2010, 02:12:09 UTC
Romano bit down on his lip harder. Except he couldn’t stop, and for some reason it felt really good to have Spain inside of him like this. He experimented with moving his hips, just a little, and closed his eyes as he felt Spain slide in a little, then out a little. Fuck. His cock jumped excitedly as he thought of how naughty it was to take advantage of Spain like this.
Romano continued to slide up and down Spain’s cock, when suddenly he felt it move on its own. His eyes flew open. Oh fuck, Spain was getting hard? Romano tried to keep his breathing quiet as he decided to keep moving in an attempt to coax Spain into hardening more. Slowly, he felt the member inside of him stirring to life, and Romano’s stomach fluttered as he continued to move around it. Wanting to make the task easier, Romano carefully untangled their arms, and after much gentle shifting and repositioning, he was straddling Spain.
Would he wake up? Romano drew in a breath, then slowly lifted his hips and lowered them. His own cock was now standing at attention, and Romano reached down to stroke it as he continued to move up and down as carefully as possible. He wondered how hard he could make Spain while he was still asleep. He wondered if he could make him come. Romano’s face flushed at the thought. He wondered if he could make himself come.
That thought was exhilarating as hell. Romano’s heart pounded in excitement, and he couldn’t help but speed up his movements just a bit. He rolled his hips and clenched his ass around Spain’s cock, and Spain continued to grow fuller and harder inside of him. It was the strangest sensation, but fuck was it arousing.
He stopped when Spain’s eyebrow twitched and waited a moment, wondering if he was going to wake up. He didn’t. Ever so cautiously, Romano started to move again. He kept his eyes trained on Spain’s face, looking for every tick, a possible flutter of eyelids. After awhile, Spain’s cheeks began to take on a reddish hue, and Romano attempted to match his previous speed. He was being so fucking bad, and it was so exciting. Romano’s own cock was swollen and pink, gently bouncing with his movements, and he reached down to give it more stimulation.
Romano stopped short again when Spain made a noise, his body protesting the action and begging him to continue because fuck, he was really, really turned on. Spain’s brows furrowed, and he murmured something. Then he went still again, and Romano took a moment to make sure he was still asleep.
He started sliding up and down Spain’s cock again, this time with more confidence. Spain really wasn’t waking up. Romano was actually going to get away with fucking himself on Spain’s cock while he was unconscious. His body burned from the thrill.
Morning sex while Spain's still sleeping, or Good Morgasm 1c/1
anonymous
November 25 2010, 02:13:33 UTC
Romano didn’t even stop when Spain made another noise. It felt too good to stop. He continued to rock his hips, trying to keep his breathing quiet and steady as Spain’s chest begin to rise and fall more rapidly.
It was when Spain made a sound that could only be considered a moan and bucked his hips unconsciously that Romano began to wonder if maybe he was affecting Spain’s dreams. Maybe he was giving Spain a wet dream. Romano gave a quiet moan of his own and bounced on Spain’s cock a little faster.
How could Spain not be waking up? How was Romano actually getting away with this?
“Nnnn,” Spain mumbled. He drew in a shuddering breath and moaned, “Romano…”
Romano’s heart skipped a beat until he realized that Spain was still asleep. He was definitely dreaming, then, and fuck, fuck, fuck, he was having a sex dream about Romano?! That was... That was so hot. Romano threw his head back, face flushed, as he continued to ride Spain, and he tugged eagerly on his own cock.
Romano managed to hit his prostate on accident, and he slammed a hand over his mouth to keep his moan quiet as a jolt of pleasure flew through him. He tried to hit the spot again, and after a few misses found an angle that kept the head of Spain’s cock hitting the bundle of nerves on nearly every other thrust. His movements were becoming shaky and uncoordinated, and he kept his hand planted firmly over his mouth to stifle all of the whimpers and moans that forced themselves out. Romano jerked his own cock furiously, feeling overheated with excitement and pleasure.
Spain looked like he was having one hell of a dream. His face was flushed, his lips parted slightly as he murmured unintelligible things. He was rock hard inside of Romano, and was making the inside of his ass wet with precum. And that just felt too damn good, and suddenly Romano was determined to make Spain come. He momentarily let his own cock go to avoid coming before Spain, and it bounced around freely as he moved. He rode him with as much speed as he felt safe, and tried to tighten himself around Spain’s cock every time he dragged himself upward.
Suddenly Spain moaned, and then Romano felt him releasing a hot wetness inside of him. It was just too fucking hot, and Romano’s hand flew down to hurriedly jerk himself off to a finish, as well. His orgasm hit him hard, and he shook as he decorated Spain’s abdomen with streams of white cum. Romano fought to regain control over his breathing, and he finally looked up to find himself staring straight into wide green eyes.
The shriek he gave then was a little less than manly, and with his face on fire, Romano jerked his body off of Spain’s. Spain looked stunned and confused, and Romano had never been so embarrassed in his life.
“What just happened?” Spain asked, looking towards Romano for some kind of explanation as to why he had just woken up to an amazing orgasm after apparently fucking Romano without really knowing that he was fucking Romano.
“Nothing! Nothing happened!” Romano shouted back. He fumbled with the sheets, trying to get them into some order so he could wrap himself in them.
“Did we just have sex?”
“No!”
Spain’s cock begged to differ. And… and was that Romano’s ejaculate all over his stomach? Spain looked to Romano with some disbelief. “Did you just have sex with me while I was sleeping?”
Romano shook his head wildly. “No! No, no, no!” He jumped from the bed. “I have to take a shower!”
“I didn’t know you were that horny in the morning-”
“Shut up! And don’t ever bring this up again!” The door slammed behind Romano, and Spain pouted.
Well fuck, it was hard enough to get sex with Romano as it was. It wasn’t fair that Spain couldn’t even be conscious during it.
Angry, possessive sex was definitely Romano’s new favorite. It had started with a drunken stranger at a bar, flirting outrageously and offering everything from drinks to sex in the back alley. Spain had initially reacted calmly. He had put an arm around Romano’s shoulders and explained to the man that no, Romano was actually not available, and then he had guided Romano to the other side of the bar. The stranger didn’t seem to have a functioning brain, however, because he trailed after them and tried to grope Romano the moment Spain left his side. Which was why Spain ended up punching him in the face and dragging Romano back home to have round after round of fast, furious sex, emphasizing over and over that Romano was his, and no assholes were allowed to fucking touch what was his, damn it. It sounded rather like Romano was having an influence on Spain’s vocabulary.
So after having passed out for a good six hours, Romano’s eyes finally fluttered open. His arms and legs were tangled with Spain’s, and everything smelled like sweat and sex. He yawned and started to pull away, but then blinked in surprise at the strangest feeling in his…
Romano cringed. Fuck, Spain had never pulled out? He squirmed in discomfort and frowned at Spain, inwardly debating whether he should wake him up or not. Normally he’d have no problem shoving the idiot off of him, but after last night he felt a little intimidated by Spain’s mood. But damn it, it felt really weird to have Spain’s flaccid cock still shoved up inside his ass!
“Spain,” Romano whispered. He tapped on Spain’s shoulder, but Spain didn’t even twitch.
Romano bit his lip and shifted again. Why hadn’t Spain pulled his fucking cock out? Did he pass out or something immediately after finishing? That was pathetic. Sure, Romano had blacked out after his third time coming, but that was different. Sort of. They had been fucking… rather aggressively. Romano’s cheeks heated at the recollection, and he squirmed again. Spain had pounded him mercilessly the night before, and even six hours later that cock was still claiming Romano as his.
Fuck, but the sex had been good. Romano’s own cock began to stir, which he could only attribute to the confusion it must have felt at Spain being inside of him. It must have thought that they were still in the middle of fucking instead of having finished hours before. Romano’s breathing grew a little unsteady as he clenched himself around Spain’s cock. They were finished. Spain couldn’t fuck Romano with a limp cock.
Unless, of course, he got hard again.
But, but no! There was still the matter of his lack of consciousness.
But did he really have to be conscious? Romano shook his head. That was a stupid thought; of course, Spain had to be conscious. Romano really had to stop clenching himself around Spain’s cock and just separate them already because it was silly to stay connected like this when there was really no reason to be.
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Romano continued to slide up and down Spain’s cock, when suddenly he felt it move on its own. His eyes flew open. Oh fuck, Spain was getting hard? Romano tried to keep his breathing quiet as he decided to keep moving in an attempt to coax Spain into hardening more. Slowly, he felt the member inside of him stirring to life, and Romano’s stomach fluttered as he continued to move around it. Wanting to make the task easier, Romano carefully untangled their arms, and after much gentle shifting and repositioning, he was straddling Spain.
Would he wake up? Romano drew in a breath, then slowly lifted his hips and lowered them. His own cock was now standing at attention, and Romano reached down to stroke it as he continued to move up and down as carefully as possible. He wondered how hard he could make Spain while he was still asleep. He wondered if he could make him come. Romano’s face flushed at the thought. He wondered if he could make himself come.
That thought was exhilarating as hell. Romano’s heart pounded in excitement, and he couldn’t help but speed up his movements just a bit. He rolled his hips and clenched his ass around Spain’s cock, and Spain continued to grow fuller and harder inside of him. It was the strangest sensation, but fuck was it arousing.
He stopped when Spain’s eyebrow twitched and waited a moment, wondering if he was going to wake up. He didn’t. Ever so cautiously, Romano started to move again. He kept his eyes trained on Spain’s face, looking for every tick, a possible flutter of eyelids. After awhile, Spain’s cheeks began to take on a reddish hue, and Romano attempted to match his previous speed. He was being so fucking bad, and it was so exciting. Romano’s own cock was swollen and pink, gently bouncing with his movements, and he reached down to give it more stimulation.
Romano stopped short again when Spain made a noise, his body protesting the action and begging him to continue because fuck, he was really, really turned on. Spain’s brows furrowed, and he murmured something. Then he went still again, and Romano took a moment to make sure he was still asleep.
He started sliding up and down Spain’s cock again, this time with more confidence. Spain really wasn’t waking up. Romano was actually going to get away with fucking himself on Spain’s cock while he was unconscious. His body burned from the thrill.
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It was when Spain made a sound that could only be considered a moan and bucked his hips unconsciously that Romano began to wonder if maybe he was affecting Spain’s dreams. Maybe he was giving Spain a wet dream. Romano gave a quiet moan of his own and bounced on Spain’s cock a little faster.
How could Spain not be waking up? How was Romano actually getting away with this?
“Nnnn,” Spain mumbled. He drew in a shuddering breath and moaned, “Romano…”
Romano’s heart skipped a beat until he realized that Spain was still asleep. He was definitely dreaming, then, and fuck, fuck, fuck, he was having a sex dream about Romano?! That was... That was so hot. Romano threw his head back, face flushed, as he continued to ride Spain, and he tugged eagerly on his own cock.
Romano managed to hit his prostate on accident, and he slammed a hand over his mouth to keep his moan quiet as a jolt of pleasure flew through him. He tried to hit the spot again, and after a few misses found an angle that kept the head of Spain’s cock hitting the bundle of nerves on nearly every other thrust. His movements were becoming shaky and uncoordinated, and he kept his hand planted firmly over his mouth to stifle all of the whimpers and moans that forced themselves out. Romano jerked his own cock furiously, feeling overheated with excitement and pleasure.
Spain looked like he was having one hell of a dream. His face was flushed, his lips parted slightly as he murmured unintelligible things. He was rock hard inside of Romano, and was making the inside of his ass wet with precum. And that just felt too damn good, and suddenly Romano was determined to make Spain come. He momentarily let his own cock go to avoid coming before Spain, and it bounced around freely as he moved. He rode him with as much speed as he felt safe, and tried to tighten himself around Spain’s cock every time he dragged himself upward.
Suddenly Spain moaned, and then Romano felt him releasing a hot wetness inside of him. It was just too fucking hot, and Romano’s hand flew down to hurriedly jerk himself off to a finish, as well. His orgasm hit him hard, and he shook as he decorated Spain’s abdomen with streams of white cum. Romano fought to regain control over his breathing, and he finally looked up to find himself staring straight into wide green eyes.
The shriek he gave then was a little less than manly, and with his face on fire, Romano jerked his body off of Spain’s. Spain looked stunned and confused, and Romano had never been so embarrassed in his life.
“What just happened?” Spain asked, looking towards Romano for some kind of explanation as to why he had just woken up to an amazing orgasm after apparently fucking Romano without really knowing that he was fucking Romano.
“Nothing! Nothing happened!” Romano shouted back. He fumbled with the sheets, trying to get them into some order so he could wrap himself in them.
“Did we just have sex?”
“No!”
Spain’s cock begged to differ. And… and was that Romano’s ejaculate all over his stomach? Spain looked to Romano with some disbelief. “Did you just have sex with me while I was sleeping?”
Romano shook his head wildly. “No! No, no, no!” He jumped from the bed. “I have to take a shower!”
“I didn’t know you were that horny in the morning-”
“Shut up! And don’t ever bring this up again!” The door slammed behind Romano, and Spain pouted.
Well fuck, it was hard enough to get sex with Romano as it was. It wasn’t fair that Spain couldn’t even be conscious during it.
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AWESOME!
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Also, this is very very hot, anon.
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*goes to read again*
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Duuuude. This made me giggle. And need a nice, cold shower.
"Well fuck, it was hard enough to get sex with Romano as it was. It wasn’t fair that Spain couldn’t even be conscious during it."
Greatest. Line. Ever. <3
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Awesome Spamano is few and far between, but you hit it 'in the head', should I say~! xD
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-ABDH
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