spain/s. italy desperation fic (i actually have no title) [1/2]
anonymous
March 15 2009, 01:07:31 UTC
WTF IS THIS SICK SHIT? LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO, YOU HORRIBLE ANONS! GIVE ME BACK MY INNOCENCE AND PURITY!!! OTL
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It was heaven, Antonio thought. An exquisitely tight, warm, squeezing-and-sliding-up-and-down-his-cock heaven. He cherished nights like this and would put away all nagging thoughts and guilt involving his young charge.
It could only be after much pouting and coaxing (and well-aimed punches from Romano's side) that Antonio was finally rewarded for his persistence. And maybe for his natural Spanish charms too, he liked to tell himself.
He was on his back, bucking his hips in a frantic rhythm as the younger brunette straddled his sides with those lean legs, riding him into oblivion. The bed springs groaned and shrieked, but Antonio could only hear the sounds of Romano's moans and pants that escalated at every hit against the prostate.
Antonio drank in the sight of the younger man, flushed from head to toe and covered in sweat. His erection dripping precum and straining against that taut stomach. Romano's brows were drawn together by concentration and unheeding pain.
He couldn't tell who was in charge. Hands gripped tight on Romano's hips, lifting up and slamming down, but the weightlessness of it all told him that the younger man on top was working as hard as he was. And those muscles that clenched and gripped him -- in the end he couldn't care less. Not when the heat and the tightness and the wild grunting and moaning whirled together and he was so close --
Romano went still.
The younger man was panting, hard, but Antonio found that he could not be moved. He let out a growl and tried to shift, buck, anything. He was so close, so fucking close, he was going to explode unless Romano moved and fucking do something!
"Antonio!" Romano gasped loudly. Antonio stared at him, head still muddled and hazy from unspent lust. For the life of him he couldn't understand what the hell was going on. Only that -- was that a fearful shaking in Romano's voice?
"I have to go! Let go of my ass, you bastard!" He realized that now it was him who was holding the other man in place. His hands were like iron clasps.
"What the hell is going on, Romano?"
"Shut up! Shit, just let me go! I have to go!"
The younger man's face went impossibly red, and still Antonio couldn't understand. They were so close to finishing. His cock throbbed painfully to remind him. His hands tightened.
"You idiot, let me go first! I'll come back and finish you off later, I promise! You stupid bastard!" The voice was desperate now. A slow realization dawned on him.
So Romano needed to go. Antonio chuckled. He couldn't help himself. It must've been all that wine they drank before.
"You can just tell me you need to take a piss, you know. What a stubborn child."
"Yes, yes! I need to take a piss, now let go, goddamn it!"
Re: spain/s. italy desperation fic (i actually have no title) [2/2]
anonymous
March 15 2009, 01:10:20 UTC
With hands still holding firmly, he lifted Romano up. It was too slow -- he could tell the other man was writhing and trying to dismount as quickly as possible.
Antonio had another idea.
Without warning, he seized the middle of the younger brunette and wrestled him to the middle of the bed. A surprised yelp was muffled when Romano's face was buried in the scattered bed sheets.
"You son of a bitch, what are you doing!" Romano managed to yell, head turned to the side. His arms were caught behind his back, wrists gripped under Antonio's hand. Knees bent and ass raised in the air, Antonio could see the younger man's erection still straining and leaking.
"How many times do I have to tell you to let me go, you deaf bastard! What do you think you -- Ahhhhhh!" Two fingers plunged into Romano's hole, still slick by lube and precum. He pushed in deeper and brushed against the bundle of nerves that drove the other man to loudly scream.
"Shit! Don't do that, you asshole! -- Ah! -- Stop! STOP!"
His cock throbbed and twitched at the sounds of begging and desperation. He was so aroused by this, he couldn't stop even if he wanted to. Who would have known such a sick idea would be so tempting?
His fingers worked vigorously now, pressing and rubbing against the prostate over and over. He kissed Romano's cheek and the back of his neck and whispered, "Remember when you were younger? You were so troublesome, with all that bed-wetting!"
He leaned back on his knees. Romano gritted his teeth, his breathing rapid.
"I missed those days. Don't you, my little Romano?"
The muscles around Antonio's fingers contracted in spasms and Romano let out a loud cry. Trickle of urine flowed out and pooled on the bed under the younger man. It must have been painful with a cock so stiff like that, Antonio thought, fingers still twisting. A heartbeat later, spurts of cum shot out as Romano's body shook violently, his cry echoing around the room.
Antonio swiftly let go of the wrists in his hand and pumped his own leaking cock furiously. The sight of Romano, propped up on all fours and continued to empty himself onto the bed sent him over the edge.
Soon enough, he came with a grunt, him cum splattered on the sheets next to the younger man. Romano was still shaking, and Antonio was almost sure he could hear a quiet sobbing. He took heaving breaths and tried to clear the euphoric buzzing in his head. He reached for Romano and gently pulled him up to his knees.
He didn't see it coming -- he wasn't expecting it, but he should have, as he would later reflect.
A heavy fist landed on his jaw with a well-trained precision.
He was on his back again, only this time, he was listening to enraged footsteps thumping away towards the door.
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It was heaven, Antonio thought. An exquisitely tight, warm, squeezing-and-sliding-up-and-down-his-cock heaven. He cherished nights like this and would put away all nagging thoughts and guilt involving his young charge.
It could only be after much pouting and coaxing (and well-aimed punches from Romano's side) that Antonio was finally rewarded for his persistence. And maybe for his natural Spanish charms too, he liked to tell himself.
He was on his back, bucking his hips in a frantic rhythm as the younger brunette straddled his sides with those lean legs, riding him into oblivion. The bed springs groaned and shrieked, but Antonio could only hear the sounds of Romano's moans and pants that escalated at every hit against the prostate.
Antonio drank in the sight of the younger man, flushed from head to toe and covered in sweat. His erection dripping precum and straining against that taut stomach. Romano's brows were drawn together by concentration and unheeding pain.
He couldn't tell who was in charge. Hands gripped tight on Romano's hips, lifting up and slamming down, but the weightlessness of it all told him that the younger man on top was working as hard as he was. And those muscles that clenched and gripped him -- in the end he couldn't care less. Not when the heat and the tightness and the wild grunting and moaning whirled together and he was so close --
Romano went still.
The younger man was panting, hard, but Antonio found that he could not be moved. He let out a growl and tried to shift, buck, anything. He was so close, so fucking close, he was going to explode unless Romano moved and fucking do something!
"Antonio!" Romano gasped loudly. Antonio stared at him, head still muddled and hazy from unspent lust. For the life of him he couldn't understand what the hell was going on. Only that -- was that a fearful shaking in Romano's voice?
"I have to go! Let go of my ass, you bastard!" He realized that now it was him who was holding the other man in place. His hands were like iron clasps.
"What the hell is going on, Romano?"
"Shut up! Shit, just let me go! I have to go!"
The younger man's face went impossibly red, and still Antonio couldn't understand. They were so close to finishing. His cock throbbed painfully to remind him. His hands tightened.
"You idiot, let me go first! I'll come back and finish you off later, I promise! You stupid bastard!" The voice was desperate now. A slow realization dawned on him.
So Romano needed to go. Antonio chuckled. He couldn't help himself. It must've been all that wine they drank before.
"You can just tell me you need to take a piss, you know. What a stubborn child."
"Yes, yes! I need to take a piss, now let go, goddamn it!"
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Antonio had another idea.
Without warning, he seized the middle of the younger brunette and wrestled him to the middle of the bed. A surprised yelp was muffled when Romano's face was buried in the scattered bed sheets.
"You son of a bitch, what are you doing!" Romano managed to yell, head turned to the side. His arms were caught behind his back, wrists gripped under Antonio's hand. Knees bent and ass raised in the air, Antonio could see the younger man's erection still straining and leaking.
"How many times do I have to tell you to let me go, you deaf bastard! What do you think you -- Ahhhhhh!" Two fingers plunged into Romano's hole, still slick by lube and precum. He pushed in deeper and brushed against the bundle of nerves that drove the other man to loudly scream.
"Shit! Don't do that, you asshole! -- Ah! -- Stop! STOP!"
His cock throbbed and twitched at the sounds of begging and desperation. He was so aroused by this, he couldn't stop even if he wanted to. Who would have known such a sick idea would be so tempting?
His fingers worked vigorously now, pressing and rubbing against the prostate over and over. He kissed Romano's cheek and the back of his neck and whispered, "Remember when you were younger? You were so troublesome, with all that bed-wetting!"
He leaned back on his knees. Romano gritted his teeth, his breathing rapid.
"I missed those days. Don't you, my little Romano?"
The muscles around Antonio's fingers contracted in spasms and Romano let out a loud cry. Trickle of urine flowed out and pooled on the bed under the younger man. It must have been painful with a cock so stiff like that, Antonio thought, fingers still twisting. A heartbeat later, spurts of cum shot out as Romano's body shook violently, his cry echoing around the room.
Antonio swiftly let go of the wrists in his hand and pumped his own leaking cock furiously. The sight of Romano, propped up on all fours and continued to empty himself onto the bed sent him over the edge.
Soon enough, he came with a grunt, him cum splattered on the sheets next to the younger man. Romano was still shaking, and Antonio was almost sure he could hear a quiet sobbing. He took heaving breaths and tried to clear the euphoric buzzing in his head. He reached for Romano and gently pulled him up to his knees.
He didn't see it coming -- he wasn't expecting it, but he should have, as he would later reflect.
A heavy fist landed on his jaw with a well-trained precision.
He was on his back again, only this time, he was listening to enraged footsteps thumping away towards the door.
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THAT WAS ABSOLUTELY, POSITIVELY HOT.
Also, I LOL at the natural reaction of Romano in the end.
But dayum, it might've made me forfeit all claims of decency, but it was worth it~!
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AND WHY DID I LIKE IT
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/goes to flush soul away
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fucking
shit
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so perfectly IC dear anon!!! and amazingly HOT too~
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captcha: friday southward
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In other words, great work anon!!
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Give me back my innocence. Or...maybe not, since this was way too hot. And the ending, OMG! <--- sick and depraved.
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/one of my weird kinks
THANK YOU ANON!
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That was great. Hilarious, amazing, hot... omg <3
(captcha: obloged openally. OH MY. )
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