Romano cursed himself over and over as he stroked himself ever so roughly, trying so hard to get rid of that... that thing between his legs. Taking a cold bath was not an option; he didn't want to wake up that stupid tomato-loving bastard. It's all his fault, anyway. Had he not given Romano that unnecessary good-night hug, the small nation wouldn't be in this mess.
This was so wrong and bad and sinful. The Lord would never forgive him for this. A lone tear rolled down Romano's cheek as he continued to furiously fondle himself. He bit down on his free hand to prevent himself from making noises as his climax was reached. His seed spilled out onto the bed sheets. Too tired to clean it up, Romano rolled over onto his side and attempted sleep.
He could always just blame it on the squirrels.
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Anon would like to apologize for the shortness and fail of this, for I don't usually write fic.
I know it has a wonderful fill already, but anon couldn't resist. ;;;
Lovino turned around in his bed. He desperately sought in his mind some sort of distraction from the arousal he was feeling.
Nothing was working. Not the things he needed to do the next day (which he would most likely ignore), not thinking of those girls that kept flirting with him (oh that helped, but definitely not in the ways he was looking for), not even the guilt slowly forming inside of him was enough to placate the burning heat coming from inside him.
His hand twitched, and slowly made its way to his waist.
Oh God dammit, it was all that stupid Spaniard’s fault. He kept touching him, all the fucking time. He insisted on washing his hair each time he took a shower, even if he was now pretty much grown up, and always, always managed to touch that hair… if it hadn’t been the oblivious bastard that he knew so well, he’d think he was just playing dumb and touching him there on purpose
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His orgasm hit him suddenly, and he trusted into his hand, trying not to make a mess, trying his hardest to keep some sort of control over himself even as the pleasure blinded him and he stretched himself, free of any guilt for a blindingly long moment.
He stayed still for a couple of seconds when he finally came back to his senses. He hastily cleaned himself with some of the sheets he had been previously using before changing them earlier, sighing when he realized he’d have to carry the basket with the dirty clothing and do the laundry himself, if only to prevent anything embarrassing to happen (at least, by sheer luck, he hadn’t dirtied the ones he was using now). Dammit, there went his day of lazing around.
He came back to bed, and curled up. The sickening sensation of guilt filled him, and he knew this ache was one he couldn’t get rid off easily.
Prayers slipped past his lips and tears came down, as he sought the sweet oblivion of sleep. ___
Hope OP and everyone else enjoyed it ♥. author!non is now off to write some smut to
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Shit, man. You just... wow. You gave me a new love for Lovino, right here.
So very well-written, and you nailed the mood right on the head. I can sympathize and empathize, sadly with the poor guy. I'm all hot and bothered and slightly nauseated now. But in a good way, I assure you.
Poor Romano, I can understand him perfectly. He reminded me of the time I was 12 and I started masturbating... At that time I really thought I was a weird girl since girls aren't supposed to masturbate (yeah, it's stupid but I was only 12).
Bonus: if Romano feels guilty about it. Remember, back then masturbating was a big sin.
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Romano cursed himself over and over as he stroked himself ever so roughly, trying so hard to get rid of that... that thing between his legs. Taking a cold bath was not an option; he didn't want to wake up that stupid tomato-loving bastard. It's all his fault, anyway. Had he not given Romano that unnecessary good-night hug, the small nation wouldn't be in this mess.
This was so wrong and bad and sinful. The Lord would never forgive him for this. A lone tear rolled down Romano's cheek as he continued to furiously fondle himself. He bit down on his free hand to prevent himself from making noises as his climax was reached. His seed spilled out onto the bed sheets. Too tired to clean it up, Romano rolled over onto his side and attempted sleep.
He could always just blame it on the squirrels.
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Anon would like to apologize for the shortness and fail of this, for I don't usually write fic.
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Author!Anon, this anon would love a short sequel. Morning after or Spain watching it ect.
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Don't worry for the shortness, although op would like to see a sequel too.
Also, lol at the squirrels, oh Romano ♥
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Lovino turned around in his bed. He desperately sought in his mind some sort of distraction from the arousal he was feeling.
Nothing was working. Not the things he needed to do the next day (which he would most likely ignore), not thinking of those girls that kept flirting with him (oh that helped, but definitely not in the ways he was looking for), not even the guilt slowly forming inside of him was enough to placate the burning heat coming from inside him.
His hand twitched, and slowly made its way to his waist.
Oh God dammit, it was all that stupid Spaniard’s fault. He kept touching him, all the fucking time. He insisted on washing his hair each time he took a shower, even if he was now pretty much grown up, and always, always managed to touch that hair… if it hadn’t been the oblivious bastard that he knew so well, he’d think he was just playing dumb and touching him there on purpose ( ... )
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He stayed still for a couple of seconds when he finally came back to his senses. He hastily cleaned himself with some of the sheets he had been previously using before changing them earlier, sighing when he realized he’d have to carry the basket with the dirty clothing and do the laundry himself, if only to prevent anything embarrassing to happen (at least, by sheer luck, he hadn’t dirtied the ones he was using now). Dammit, there went his day of lazing around.
He came back to bed, and curled up. The sickening sensation of guilt filled him, and he knew this ache was one he couldn’t get rid off easily.
Prayers slipped past his lips and tears came down, as he sought the sweet oblivion of sleep.
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Hope OP and everyone else enjoyed it ♥. author!non is now off to write some smut to ( ... )
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So very well-written, and you nailed the mood right on the head. I can sympathize and empathize, sadly with the poor guy. I'm all hot and bothered and slightly nauseated now. But in a good way, I assure you.
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Poor Romano, I can understand him perfectly. He reminded me of the time I was 12 and I started masturbating... At that time I really thought I was a weird girl since girls aren't supposed to masturbate (yeah, it's stupid but I was only 12).
Thank you author!non for another fantastic fill!
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