Part 1c/final Spain/Romano Not a kid
anonymous
June 20 2011, 22:28:59 UTC
From the angle he was at, Romano couldn’t see the seductive smirk on the Spaniard’s face, nor the darkening of lust in his emerald eyes as he carried the small body of South Italy towards his bedroom. Feeling his back hit the bed, Romano’s eyes opened, finding his boss (he was in the mindset of his child self, so of course the tomato-bastard was his boss) kneeling over him. He blinked curiously, reaching up as Spain started to pull off his simple t-shirt, allowing it to be pulled off fully. “Boss?” He tugged at the older nation’s shirt innocently, “You too?” “Awww, mi Lovinito is so adorable~!” Spain’s eyes were still dark as he pulled off his shirt, leaning down to kiss the smaller nation’s nose. Romano wrinkled the aforementioned nose, poking Spain in the chest, “I’m not adorable, tomato-bastard!” “Sure you are~” Antonio smirked, “and what did I say about your language?” Romano blushed, falling out of character for a moment, “Err… that you’d… um…punish me…” “Si,” Spain smirked, running a hand through Romano’s hair, tugging on his curl almost painfully. Romano blushed, falling completely out of character, and mewled. “Spain, please…” His face red, he reached up to grab at the other nation’s back, sinking in his nails. “Please what, Lovi?” Spain’s smirk was ridiculously sexy, and Romano wished that he would fucking do something already, because he had to have noticed. “Please touch me…” He trailed off, embarrassed already but fuck, the tomato-bastard was pulling on his curl again and he moaned, writhing underneath the other nation. “You like that, hmmm?” Spain’s accent washed over him and suddenly there were hands everywhere and he groaned, twisting and pushing into those warm hands as much as he could, “Do you want more?” “Y-yessss,” he hissed his answer out in a rush of air and groaned as one of the hands slipped into the fucking embarrassing diaper, but then he didn’t care because it was touching and squeezing and pulling and in felt so damn good. He heard Spain chuckle above him and blushed, but was too far gone to do much else, enduring a few more hard tugs before he came all over and then Spain was chuckling more and pulling his hand out and dammit all, maybe it was a good thing that he was wearing the diaper… but no way would he ever say that out loud- Stupid Spain, it was all his fault anyway… As he drifted off in his post-orgasmic bliss, he felt a warm (and luckily not sticky hand caressing his face, and a warm rush of air on his face as Spain kissed him softly, but then he was asleep and heading for some fucking pleasant dreams so that idiot better not wake him up. And that's all I was courageous enough to write >>; but yes, hopefully if you find this you are satisfied with the fill ^_^
Feeling his back hit the bed, Romano’s eyes opened, finding his boss (he was in the mindset of his child self, so of course the tomato-bastard was his boss) kneeling over him. He blinked curiously, reaching up as Spain started to pull off his simple t-shirt, allowing it to be pulled off fully.
“Boss?” He tugged at the older nation’s shirt innocently, “You too?”
“Awww, mi Lovinito is so adorable~!” Spain’s eyes were still dark as he pulled off his shirt, leaning down to kiss the smaller nation’s nose.
Romano wrinkled the aforementioned nose, poking Spain in the chest, “I’m not adorable, tomato-bastard!”
“Sure you are~” Antonio smirked, “and what did I say about your language?”
Romano blushed, falling out of character for a moment, “Err… that you’d… um…punish me…”
“Si,” Spain smirked, running a hand through Romano’s hair, tugging on his curl almost painfully. Romano blushed, falling completely out of character, and mewled.
“Spain, please…” His face red, he reached up to grab at the other nation’s back, sinking in his nails.
“Please what, Lovi?” Spain’s smirk was ridiculously sexy, and Romano wished that he would fucking do something already, because he had to have noticed.
“Please touch me…” He trailed off, embarrassed already but fuck, the tomato-bastard was pulling on his curl again and he moaned, writhing underneath the other nation.
“You like that, hmmm?” Spain’s accent washed over him and suddenly there were hands everywhere and he groaned, twisting and pushing into those warm hands as much as he could, “Do you want more?”
“Y-yessss,” he hissed his answer out in a rush of air and groaned as one of the hands slipped into the fucking embarrassing diaper, but then he didn’t care because it was touching and squeezing and pulling and in felt so damn good. He heard Spain chuckle above him and blushed, but was too far gone to do much else, enduring a few more hard tugs before he came all over and then Spain was chuckling more and pulling his hand out and dammit all, maybe it was a good thing that he was wearing the diaper… but no way would he ever say that out loud- Stupid Spain, it was all his fault anyway… As he drifted off in his post-orgasmic bliss, he felt a warm (and luckily not sticky hand caressing his face, and a warm rush of air on his face as Spain kissed him softly, but then he was asleep and heading for some fucking pleasant dreams so that idiot better not wake him up.
And that's all I was courageous enough to write >>; but yes, hopefully if you find this you are satisfied with the fill ^_^
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