Oblivious, 4.i
anonymous
December 27 2010, 02:02:24 UTC
One of Romano's arms sneaks around Herakles' neck, the other goes to grab Herakles' hand and guide it to it - Herakles laughs and whispers something about the impatient one and Romano snorts and tells him to shut up and kisses him again, turning his head in a way that must be uncomfortable but Romano doesn't seem to care.
Herakles' hands are everywhere, sliding Romano's shirt up, playing with the nipples, and slowly undoing the laces on Romano's trousers, going inside them, making Romano startle and shiver and whine, and then Romano has his, his things that should be in his trousers outside of them and it's all flushed and hard and red and Antonio feels another kind of buzzing get loud in his blood and I should really go back home, eat something, take a bath or four -
- but Romano's skin looks so smooth and soft, muscles moving just under it, so lean, so nice, Romano, since when he's like that, and then his trousers are down, exposing his tighs and Herakles, he puts his... how did he manage to undo his own trousers so fast with just one hand and now he's, well, really between Romano's legs, or at least a part of him, and Romano's hand finds it of his own accord, presses the both of them together with his long, elegant fingers, rubs and ruts like an animal, making little desperate sounds.
Herakles' tan is deeper, his arms and hands drawing a study on shadow on Romano's body, and he's not making any real sound but his breath is deep and short and he doesn't stop kissing Romano's shoulder and cheek and neck, doesn't stop teasing him with his hands.
They are... rubbing their... they're one against the other, and Antonio can almost feel the heat of sweaty skin against skin - Herakles is now whispering sweet nothings in Romano's ear, and Romano himself, he's biting his lip, using his own hands to please himself, Herakles' own pleasure just an accessory, self centered even in this Antonio thinks before he can stop himself, but Herakles doesn't seem to mind - in fact, he follows Romano's free hand around with his own on his body, like they're playing tag with their fingers, and Antonio thinks he's probably rising goosebumps and then wonders why his mind knows this, why his mind is so trained on the thought of the way Romano reacts to touch.
They are so close. So close. He said we used to be close, but this...
Antonio feels the heat rise in his own skin, like a barometer following the outside pression, and he'd like to scream at them to stop and leave me alone but he's the one who should go now, isn't it?
Romano sobs loudly and Herakles' hand is wrapped around his and Romano says faster faster please and Herakles is biting Romano's shoulder and Romano's body is tense and so young and it looks so good, his eyes are closed, his cheeks are red, his lips are puffy and bitten, and then he's arching into both their hands and he's- oh God but he can't! How can he be...
Antonio manages to detache himself only when Romano is already deflating against Herakles, who in his turn looks relaxed, smiling softly. He sits with his back against the barrack's wall, his head close to the hole who allowed him to see that. He hears the distant rumble of the sky, feels the first fat drops of rain fall - but it's all very distant, compared to the rumbling in his ears, and the thing between his legs - it's familiar, but Antonio lately has been very good at not recognizing familiar things.
It's the third time in a row he runs home from a meeting with Romano, his mind roaring with confusion. He has been surrounded all his life by people telling him how dense he is, but it's the first time in his life Antonio actually thinks they might have a point. Because he's feeling really stupid, now - like something in his head has gone and definitely broke, gone to never be recovered.
He's even too confused to properly cry. But he still feels heartbroken, and for the first time in his life, he considers the idea that there might be no remedy.
One of Romano's arms sneaks around Herakles' neck, the other goes to grab Herakles' hand and guide it to it - Herakles laughs and whispers something about the impatient one and Romano snorts and tells him to shut up and kisses him again, turning his head in a way that must be uncomfortable but Romano doesn't seem to care.
Herakles' hands are everywhere, sliding Romano's shirt up, playing with the nipples, and slowly undoing the laces on Romano's trousers, going inside them, making Romano startle and shiver and whine, and then Romano has his, his things that should be in his trousers outside of them and it's all flushed and hard and red and Antonio feels another kind of buzzing get loud in his blood and I should really go back home, eat something, take a bath or four -
- but Romano's skin looks so smooth and soft, muscles moving just under it, so lean, so nice, Romano, since when he's like that, and then his trousers are down, exposing his tighs and Herakles, he puts his... how did he manage to undo his own trousers so fast with just one hand and now he's, well, really between Romano's legs, or at least a part of him, and Romano's hand finds it of his own accord, presses the both of them together with his long, elegant fingers, rubs and ruts like an animal, making little desperate sounds.
Herakles' tan is deeper, his arms and hands drawing a study on shadow on Romano's body, and he's not making any real sound but his breath is deep and short and he doesn't stop kissing Romano's shoulder and cheek and neck, doesn't stop teasing him with his hands.
They are... rubbing their... they're one against the other, and Antonio can almost feel the heat of sweaty skin against skin - Herakles is now whispering sweet nothings in Romano's ear, and Romano himself, he's biting his lip, using his own hands to please himself, Herakles' own pleasure just an accessory, self centered even in this Antonio thinks before he can stop himself, but Herakles doesn't seem to mind - in fact, he follows Romano's free hand around with his own on his body, like they're playing tag with their fingers, and Antonio thinks he's probably rising goosebumps and then wonders why his mind knows this, why his mind is so trained on the thought of the way Romano reacts to touch.
They are so close. So close. He said we used to be close, but this...
Antonio feels the heat rise in his own skin, like a barometer following the outside pression, and he'd like to scream at them to stop and leave me alone but he's the one who should go now, isn't it?
Romano sobs loudly and Herakles' hand is wrapped around his and Romano says faster faster please and Herakles is biting Romano's shoulder and Romano's body is tense and so young and it looks so good, his eyes are closed, his cheeks are red, his lips are puffy and bitten, and then he's arching into both their hands and he's- oh God but he can't! How can he be...
Antonio manages to detache himself only when Romano is already deflating against Herakles, who in his turn looks relaxed, smiling softly. He sits with his back against the barrack's wall, his head close to the hole who allowed him to see that. He hears the distant rumble of the sky, feels the first fat drops of rain fall - but it's all very distant, compared to the rumbling in his ears, and the thing between his legs - it's familiar, but Antonio lately has been very good at not recognizing familiar things.
It's the third time in a row he runs home from a meeting with Romano, his mind roaring with confusion. He has been surrounded all his life by people telling him how dense he is, but it's the first time in his life Antonio actually thinks they might have a point. Because he's feeling really stupid, now - like something in his head has gone and definitely broke, gone to never be recovered.
He's even too confused to properly cry. But he still feels heartbroken, and for the first time in his life, he considers the idea that there might be no remedy.
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