[Part 15] Spain/Romano - Withholding Sex, Seduction Part 1c/?
anonymous
June 7 2011, 03:08:36 UTC
Romano set his fork down and tried to put on a pleasant look. Judging by Spain’s somewhat disturbed expression, it wasn’t a very good pleasant look. “Ok,” Romano agreed. “Let’s go pick some fucking tomatoes.”
“Let’s pick the ones that aren’t. I’d hate to disturb two tomatoes in the middle of their love-making.”
Romano giggled before he could help it, then had to jump up and punch Spain in the arm to make up for it. Spain cringed, and Romano ran out of the room to slip on his shoes and grab his hat. Maybe picking tomatoes would help to distract him from his current situation. Maybe the taste would be orgasmic enough to replace an actual orgasm. Romano sighed as he finished lacing up his boots and snatched the large hat that protected him from the sun. Yeah fucking right.
Fifteen minutes after wandering into the fields, Romano realized that tomatoes didn’t even provide the slightest bit of distraction. In fact, he kept looking over towards where Spain kneeled, fantasizing about him getting hot and sweaty underneath the sun and deciding to peel his shirt off. Romano caressed the tomato he held as he pictured Spain in nothing but old jeans and worn boots. He would shove Spain down into the dirt and lick salty sweat off his chest. Rub his ass against Spain’s denim covered lap. Romano swallowed as the day grew hotter, and his hand tightened around the tomato.
Fuck, what he wouldn’t do for sex in the field right then, the sun beating down on their bodies as they fucked hard and fast. Spain would press Romano into the cool earth and ravage his mouth, the lingering taste of coffee shared between their tongues. Romano gave a soft moan as his cock jerked with interest, and his hand squeezed the tomato with too much force. It burst inside his fist, its warm juices sliding over his skin and dripping towards the ground. Fuck.
He stared at his wet hand before lifting it to lick a bit of tomato juice off his wrist. As his tongue caressed his skin and tingled with delicious flavor, Romano froze, eyes widening. His sex-deprived brain whispered an idea to him, and before he had given it proper thought, he was running towards Spain.
Because how could Spain possibly resist a tomato-covered Romano? He would have to lick the juice off of Romano’s hand, and once Romano’s taste invaded his senses, there was no way he could avoid the need for more. Soon he’d have Romano on the ground, eating him entirely. Romano shivered and imagined crushing tomatoes and letting their juices drip all over his body, laying back and letting Spain’s tongue chase away every last sweet and sticky drop. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Romano?” Romano looked up at Spain with hazy eyes, his head registering the fact that Spain had just called his name, looking confused.
He held out his hand, showing Spain his wet palm and fingers. “The tomato,” Romano choked. “It burst in my hand.” He bit his lip, and his body itched as he waited for Spain to take his hand into his own and press his warm tongue against it. “It’s all wet and sticky.”
Spain’s brows knitted and Romano swore he took a step away, as if wary of his flushed and distressed henchman. “So wipe it off,” Spain said, as if it were the obvious solution.
“Th-that’s a waste,” Romano protested. “You get rid of it.”
[Part 15] Spain/Romano - Withholding Sex, Seduction Part 1d/?
anonymous
June 7 2011, 03:10:45 UTC
Spain focused his attention on a tomato in front of him. After fitting it into the curve of his palm and squeezing with just the slightest bit of pressure to test its firmness, he sighed and turned back towards Romano. With a resigned smile, he nodded and grasped Romano’s hand in his and lifted it to his lips. Romano sucked in a breath and his eyes grew dark as Spain pressed a light kiss to the end of one fingertip. Then meeting Romano’s gaze, Spain opened his mouth and sucked it inside. Romano made a strangled noise as the tight heat and wetness of Spain’s mouth surrounded his finger, and he squeezed his eyes shut as Spain sucked hard on it. Oh, fuck. He squirmed, his cock urging him to relocate Spain’s brilliant mouth to a lower region. Spain kept his lips a tight seal around Romano’s finger as he eased it out of his mouth again, making sure no drop of tomato juice remained on the warm skin.
Then he took the next finger into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. Romano bit his lower lip so hard, he thought it might bleed. He watched as Spain laved attention on each finger, licking and sucking until each was clean, and taking his time in doing so. Romano couldn’t breathe properly, and he shifted from one foot to the other, his cock getting hard as his imagination ran wild. Fuck, he needed Spain to hurry up so he could put that mouth to work on the rest of his body. When Spain was satisfied with the state of Romano’s fingers, he pressed his tongue flat against Romano’s palm and licked hard. He then let the tip of his tongue glide across the rest of Romano’s hand, light enough only to capture the last trails of tomato juice. Romano shivered and tried not to rock too much on his heels as Spain’s tongue tickled like mad.
Finally Spain drew his mouth away and straightened himself out. “Ok,” he said with a bright smile. “All clean.”
Something like cold dread filled Romano’s stomach as Spain turned back towards the plants again. Oh, fuck. “Spain…” he started, trying hard not to whine. His hand fell between his legs to press against the erection that Spain’s tongue had provoked. He couldn’t really be planning to stop there, could he?
“Romano, we have to pick our tomatoes before it gets too hot.” Spain didn’t even look at him.
Romano swallowed hard and stared in embarrassment at the tent in his pants. Fuck it all. The seduction hadn’t worked! Not only had Spain been unaffected by Romano’s plan, but the bastard had turned the tables on him and got him all worked up without any intention of helping him finish. Romano pulled his hat low over his flushed face and managed to stutter, “I-I have to go inside for a few minutes.” He didn’t even want to see Spain’s face as he turned and darted towards the house.
Re: [Part 15] Spain/Romano - Withholding Sex, Seduction Part 1d/?
anonymous
June 8 2011, 20:41:18 UTC
:) this is really nice so far anon!
I also enjoy how the reason for Spain's neglect/angryface is Romano flirting with women (which is hilarious and sexy all on its own), rather than the sadly more typical, over-the-top, irrationally bitchy whiny behavior that Romano is characterized by so often.
“Let’s pick the ones that aren’t. I’d hate to disturb two tomatoes in the middle of their love-making.”
Romano giggled before he could help it, then had to jump up and punch Spain in the arm to make up for it. Spain cringed, and Romano ran out of the room to slip on his shoes and grab his hat. Maybe picking tomatoes would help to distract him from his current situation. Maybe the taste would be orgasmic enough to replace an actual orgasm. Romano sighed as he finished lacing up his boots and snatched the large hat that protected him from the sun. Yeah fucking right.
Fifteen minutes after wandering into the fields, Romano realized that tomatoes didn’t even provide the slightest bit of distraction. In fact, he kept looking over towards where Spain kneeled, fantasizing about him getting hot and sweaty underneath the sun and deciding to peel his shirt off. Romano caressed the tomato he held as he pictured Spain in nothing but old jeans and worn boots. He would shove Spain down into the dirt and lick salty sweat off his chest. Rub his ass against Spain’s denim covered lap. Romano swallowed as the day grew hotter, and his hand tightened around the tomato.
Fuck, what he wouldn’t do for sex in the field right then, the sun beating down on their bodies as they fucked hard and fast. Spain would press Romano into the cool earth and ravage his mouth, the lingering taste of coffee shared between their tongues. Romano gave a soft moan as his cock jerked with interest, and his hand squeezed the tomato with too much force. It burst inside his fist, its warm juices sliding over his skin and dripping towards the ground. Fuck.
He stared at his wet hand before lifting it to lick a bit of tomato juice off his wrist. As his tongue caressed his skin and tingled with delicious flavor, Romano froze, eyes widening. His sex-deprived brain whispered an idea to him, and before he had given it proper thought, he was running towards Spain.
Because how could Spain possibly resist a tomato-covered Romano? He would have to lick the juice off of Romano’s hand, and once Romano’s taste invaded his senses, there was no way he could avoid the need for more. Soon he’d have Romano on the ground, eating him entirely. Romano shivered and imagined crushing tomatoes and letting their juices drip all over his body, laying back and letting Spain’s tongue chase away every last sweet and sticky drop. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Romano?” Romano looked up at Spain with hazy eyes, his head registering the fact that Spain had just called his name, looking confused.
He held out his hand, showing Spain his wet palm and fingers. “The tomato,” Romano choked. “It burst in my hand.” He bit his lip, and his body itched as he waited for Spain to take his hand into his own and press his warm tongue against it. “It’s all wet and sticky.”
Spain’s brows knitted and Romano swore he took a step away, as if wary of his flushed and distressed henchman. “So wipe it off,” Spain said, as if it were the obvious solution.
“Th-that’s a waste,” Romano protested. “You get rid of it.”
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Then he took the next finger into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. Romano bit his lower lip so hard, he thought it might bleed. He watched as Spain laved attention on each finger, licking and sucking until each was clean, and taking his time in doing so. Romano couldn’t breathe properly, and he shifted from one foot to the other, his cock getting hard as his imagination ran wild. Fuck, he needed Spain to hurry up so he could put that mouth to work on the rest of his body. When Spain was satisfied with the state of Romano’s fingers, he pressed his tongue flat against Romano’s palm and licked hard. He then let the tip of his tongue glide across the rest of Romano’s hand, light enough only to capture the last trails of tomato juice. Romano shivered and tried not to rock too much on his heels as Spain’s tongue tickled like mad.
Finally Spain drew his mouth away and straightened himself out. “Ok,” he said with a bright smile. “All clean.”
Something like cold dread filled Romano’s stomach as Spain turned back towards the plants again. Oh, fuck. “Spain…” he started, trying hard not to whine. His hand fell between his legs to press against the erection that Spain’s tongue had provoked. He couldn’t really be planning to stop there, could he?
“Romano, we have to pick our tomatoes before it gets too hot.” Spain didn’t even look at him.
Romano swallowed hard and stared in embarrassment at the tent in his pants. Fuck it all. The seduction hadn’t worked! Not only had Spain been unaffected by Romano’s plan, but the bastard had turned the tables on him and got him all worked up without any intention of helping him finish. Romano pulled his hat low over his flushed face and managed to stutter, “I-I have to go inside for a few minutes.” He didn’t even want to see Spain’s face as he turned and darted towards the house.
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I also enjoy how the reason for Spain's neglect/angryface is Romano flirting with women (which is hilarious and sexy all on its own), rather than the sadly more typical, over-the-top, irrationally bitchy whiny behavior that Romano is characterized by so often.
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Brilliant, author!non ♥
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I hope Romano learns his lesson quick so Spain can hurry up and top the hell out of him. ♥
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