Sexual Fantasies

"Ah...Spain...." Romano arched his back, dragging fingers over his stomach as he continued to stroke his cock, sliding them into his mouth and sucking on them with a low moan. Spain... What would he think if he saw him behaving like this? Jerking off to thoughts of him, moaning and calling his name in the middle of the night. Removing his fingers from his mouth he pressed the wet digits against his asshole, spreading his legs wider and raising his ass in the air as he inserted a single finger. "Spain..."

"Oh God..." Romano pressed another finger inside, thrusting in and out as he continued to stroke his penis slowly. Yeah... Spain would be slow and cautious. Spain would be careful not to hurt him. Just like that. In, out. He'd lean in close and ask if he was all right, his lips brushing against Romano's ear as he whispered. This... this wasn't nearly enough, his thin fingers and insubstantial dreams. He wanted lips, teeth--calloused fingers roaming all over his body. He wanted Spain. He wanted something more than fingers, more than toys. He wanted to feel warm flesh between his legs--feel someone's breath against his skin as they moved.

Romano was vaguely aware of his own voice, aware of his ragged breaths and low moans. He couldn't wake anyone up--he had to stay quiet. He bit his lip as he moved in time with his fingers, arching his head back and closing his eyes. Spain probably thought of him as nothing more than a child, even as he lay in his room and masturbated, completely unknown to Spain or anyone else. He could feel tears in the corner of his eyes, imagining what it would be like. How it would feel to have Spain hold him like this. He hated himself for doing this--for sneaking around behind Spain's back and using him as nothing more than a tool in his sick sexual fantasies.

Quickening his pace, Romano turned his head to the side, trying to muffle his voice in his pillow. Calling out his imaginary lover's name, he let out a frustrated sob as his hand was stopped suddenly, his entire body freezing in terror as the realization came over him that he wasn't alone. He was so close, so damned horny and frustrated, and he couldn't help but cry in frustration, refusing to open his eyes. He was humiliated--terrified.

"Romano..." the familiar voice spoke softly and carefully, removing Romano's hands from his genitals and running a warm tongue over his fingers slowly.

"Oh god!" Romano pulled back instinctively, covering his face with his arms. He could hear Spain calling his name from what seemed like miles away, could feel hands gently touching his arms and cheeks.

"Romano, I love you," he said with that endearing frankness Romano had come to love about him. "I wanna do it, too," he whispered in his ear softly, causing Romano's whole body to shiver in pleasure.

"Spain..." Romano relaxed as Spain continued to whisper in his ear, moving to nibble on Romano's earlobe gently. Romano moaned, moving his arms from his face and cracking open an eye to make sure he wasn't going crazy—to make sure this wasn't just a cruel joke his mind was playing on him. Spain was there--really there--but he looked like someone else entirely.

Was this what he looked like, when he was craving what Romano was craving? He moved shyly to brush his hand over Spain's crotch, shocked and embarrassed as Spain covered his hand with his own, moving against his hand rhythmically--moaning and very obviously aroused.

"S-stop," he pleaded, trying to pull his hand back. Spain wouldn't let him go, staring into his eyes seriously as he continued to move against him. "Spain..." Romano felt ashamed, seeing Spain like this, eyes half-closed and lips parted as he called Romano's name between low moans. He didn't want to see this--didn't want to be the one making Spain look so helpless. Spain leaned forward to kiss him softly, still not looking away or letting go of his hand.

"I love you," he murmured against his lips sensuously, tracing his fingers over Romano's cheek lightly.

He couldn't take it anymore, moving to catch Spain's fingers between his lips. Spain gasped, loosening his grip on Romano's hand which he took advantage of to take Spain's hand in both of his, kissing and licking lightly at the tips of his fingers, scraping his teeth over the pads gently before moving to lick from his palm back to the tips of his fingers, sucking two digits into his mouth and trying to take control of the situation. He stared back at Spain sensually, although he could feel his cheeks burning in shame. Sucking on his fingers lovingly he watched Spain's face in fascination, pulling back slowly until Spain’s fingers slid over his bottom lip sensuously. He spoke softly, afraid of breaking the atmosphere. "Spain, I...wanna do it, too"

Spain could hardly form a coherent thought, let alone reply. He kissed Romano passionately, running hands down his sides which caused Romano to arc his body delightfully with a moan that Spain swallowed hungrily. He rested his hands on Romano's thighs, kissing and sucking at the flesh of his neck, running his tongue over the smooth skin and nibbling gently just below his ear. He could feel Romano's body twisting and writhing beneath him. Running his tongue over the curve of Romano's ear he moved to press a finger against his entrance. "Ready?"

Not waiting for an answer, Spain pushed first one finger and then two inside of him. "Spain, please. I..." Spain imitated what he saw Romano do to himself earlier, pulling back a little to watch his expression as he moved fingers in and out of him rhythmically. He was gorgeous, his skin tinted pink and his lips red and parted to let out a series of low moans. His entire body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, making him radiant.

"Are you all right," he asked, stopping his fingers. Romano just nodded wordlessly, taking deep breaths and trying to keep himself under control. He moved his body closer to Spain's, spreading his legs wider--trying to push Spain's fingers even deeper inside him. "Tell me if I hurt you. Promise."

"P-promise..." Romano managed between deep breaths, moving to tug at Spain's pants impatiently. Spain couldn't help but laugh, removing his fingers and helping Romano with his pants lovingly. Romano flushed, looking away. "I'm gonna start," Spain warned him warily, rubbing the tip of his cock against his anus teasingly before slowly pushing inside, holding Romano's hands in his own. "You all right?"

Romano nodded, too proud to admit that it hurt even a little. "Good." Spain smiled. "It's amazing," he continued, still smiling. "I'm gonna start, k?" Spain slowly pulled out of Romano's body, pressing back in just as carefully. Romano moaned, long and low.

After a few tentative minutes Romano couldn't take it any more, pressing back against Spain's thrusts. "F-faster...Oh god, please..." Spain could hardly control himself at that point, moving to stroke Romano's dick in time with his thrusts, which were picking up speed now.

"Even better than I imagined," Spain murmured lovingly, his lips brushing against Romano's with every syllable.

The very idea was enough to drive Romano to the edge--that Spain had been masturbating to thoughts of him as well--and he crushed his lips against Spain’s as he came, his fingers digging into his shoulders. All he could hear was his own name as Spain came inside him, holding him close. As he came back to reality he could feel more than hear Spain whispering sweet nothings against his flesh. Romano pushed him away half-heartedly.

“You’re embarrassing yourself, stupid Spain,” he grumbled, blushing, as Spain just held him tighter.

“You’re so cute! My cute little Romano, I love you!” Romano just pouted, burying his face in his pillow and replying in kind.

“...love you, too...”