Values Dissonance (10/13)
anonymous
May 14 2010, 05:44:06 UTC
“Oi, Antonio…” his voice was soft, the malice gone.
“Si?” Antonio grabbed a cloth from the edge of the basin to rub over the nation’s back, lips following his every movement. There was silence for a moment, and Antonio moved from Romano’s back to his arms, then around to his chest and stomach.
“Antonio.” Small, but oddly powerful fingers wrapped around Antonio’s wrists, not hard, but firmly. Antonio blinked in surprise as bottle-brown eyes met his and Romano twisted in his grip to face him. There was a fraction of a hesitation, then full, pink lips met Antonio’s own, not for long, but long enough. “Antonio, am I old enough?”
A pause. And then Antonio could do nothing else but laugh, a quiet giggle that the tried to muffle in Romano’s shoulder, but it ended up bubbling out of him, echoing around the room. Romano growled, growing immediately tense again. He shot out of Antonio’s lap and clambered out of the tub. “Fuck, fuck, forget it, I get it. Forget I said anything, you stupid shithead. Cazzo, I thought -“
Antonio stood and hopped out of the basin, grabbing Romano around the shoulders and immobilizing his arms. “Ah, you are so…” He wanted to say “cute”, and though it was true, that wasn’t the word that Antonio was looking for. “Beautiful. Wonderful. Yes, yes you are old enough. It has been too long, too long…” Romano let out a small whine as Antonio kissed his neck. “Do I take it that means you want to make love to me?”
He could feel the blush radiating off Romano’s skin as he nodded curtly, silently. Antonio took his wrist and led him from the bath chamber and towards the bed.
The skin of Romano’s chest was bare and warm and softer than his shoulder had been. Antonio ran his hands across the plains and valleys, his tongue following the patterns his fingers traced. He could feel every heave and hitch of Romano’s breath as his chest expanded and contracted under him. The nation’s eyes were shut tightly, and he was biting his lip. Antonio kissed him, running his tongue along his lips
“No hagas eso,” Antonio murmured. “Are you trying to be quiet? I promise, I am the only one who will hear you.”
Romano shook his head. “Embarassing…” he mumbled back. “I can- Ahhngh!” A strangled, half-moan left his lips as Antonio’s fingers twisted one of his nipples, and his back arched to allow Antonio’s hands fuller access.
“Not embarrassing. You are beautiful…” It was true. The way that Romano was spread out underneath him - Antonio saw every fleeting emotion that scribbled across his face, the way his mouth parted in a small “o” when Antonio’s fingertips ran along his collarbone, the curve of his jaw when he nipped at his pulse point. His hair was half-damp from the bath, his whole body glistening in the light of two candles that had been lit on the bedside.
“Si?” Antonio grabbed a cloth from the edge of the basin to rub over the nation’s back, lips following his every movement. There was silence for a moment, and Antonio moved from Romano’s back to his arms, then around to his chest and stomach.
“Antonio.” Small, but oddly powerful fingers wrapped around Antonio’s wrists, not hard, but firmly. Antonio blinked in surprise as bottle-brown eyes met his and Romano twisted in his grip to face him. There was a fraction of a hesitation, then full, pink lips met Antonio’s own, not for long, but long enough. “Antonio, am I old enough?”
A pause. And then Antonio could do nothing else but laugh, a quiet giggle that the tried to muffle in Romano’s shoulder, but it ended up bubbling out of him, echoing around the room. Romano growled, growing immediately tense again. He shot out of Antonio’s lap and clambered out of the tub. “Fuck, fuck, forget it, I get it. Forget I said anything, you stupid shithead. Cazzo, I thought -“
Antonio stood and hopped out of the basin, grabbing Romano around the shoulders and immobilizing his arms. “Ah, you are so…” He wanted to say “cute”, and though it was true, that wasn’t the word that Antonio was looking for. “Beautiful. Wonderful. Yes, yes you are old enough. It has been too long, too long…” Romano let out a small whine as Antonio kissed his neck. “Do I take it that means you want to make love to me?”
He could feel the blush radiating off Romano’s skin as he nodded curtly, silently. Antonio took his wrist and led him from the bath chamber and towards the bed.
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The skin of Romano’s chest was bare and warm and softer than his shoulder had been. Antonio ran his hands across the plains and valleys, his tongue following the patterns his fingers traced. He could feel every heave and hitch of Romano’s breath as his chest expanded and contracted under him. The nation’s eyes were shut tightly, and he was biting his lip. Antonio kissed him, running his tongue along his lips
“No hagas eso,” Antonio murmured. “Are you trying to be quiet? I promise, I am the only one who will hear you.”
Romano shook his head. “Embarassing…” he mumbled back. “I can- Ahhngh!” A strangled, half-moan left his lips as Antonio’s fingers twisted one of his nipples, and his back arched to allow Antonio’s hands fuller access.
“Not embarrassing. You are beautiful…” It was true. The way that Romano was spread out underneath him - Antonio saw every fleeting emotion that scribbled across his face, the way his mouth parted in a small “o” when Antonio’s fingertips ran along his collarbone, the curve of his jaw when he nipped at his pulse point. His hair was half-damp from the bath, his whole body glistening in the light of two candles that had been lit on the bedside.
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