Spain sighs as lips lightly, carefully kiss down along his spine. He is lying on his stomach on the bed, head pillowed by crossed arms, as his companion bestowed gentle touches on his sun-bronzed skin. Some people may find his position on the bed quite a novelty. Since when does the Spanish Empire willingly bottom? Ah, but appearances can be deceiving, yes? Perhaps this companion is just that special.
The lips are soon joined by tongue and teeth and they make Spain flutter his eyes closed, enjoying the little pinpricks of lusty sensation. He doesn't mind the slow, lazy pace they have going, even enjoys it, but he finds that he's ready for more now. Lidded green eyes look over a tanned shoulder to his present bedmate as he smiles to them warmly, enticingly, seducing them quietly.
How did it got to this stage? Liechtenstein hadn't a single clue. He had invited the Spaniard over for a visit, for a bit of quiet time, and some nice chat. But he hadn't expected this. One topic lead from one to the other, and to another, and to subsequent discussions that he could scarcely remember. He blamed his sudden boldness partially to the flowing red liquid both Nations shared some moments earlier.
And now as he left small red marks and ran a hand down the Spaniard's back, the young Nation glanced up briefly, and his heart nearly stop at the warm smile and heated gaze Spain directed at him. "...A-An...Antonio." The name was whispered softly, almost hesitantly - for Liechtenstein was not one who was used to such intimacy. He hoped that Spain was feeling good from it.
He smiles more at the sound of his human name, turning towards Liechtenstein, Noah. There's a brush and rustle of cloth before Spain leans and reaches for him. Brushing blond locks from Liechtenstein's cheek, he leans and lays a gentle kiss against the younger Nation's lips. He does it carefully, not wanting to scare Liechtenstein away.
"Yes, Noah?" He murmurs softly, caressing by his cheek, speaking with him intimately though no one can hear them within the room that only has them in it.
He has no idea how they ended up like this either and it must be the wine, but at the moment, Spain can't quite find it in himself to care that he is now sitting naked in the younger Nation's bed. And kissing him, caressing him so intimately.
Liechtenstein's eyes fluttered close as he hummed pleasingly into the kiss, surprisingly not feeling so nervous over it, and might had even pressed in a little more against Spain's lips, chaste as it might be.
He leaned into the caressing and let out a soft sigh at his name, green eyes peering up at the man as a smile graced his face. "Mmn..." He shook his head lightly. "I just wanted to try calling your name." Even if what they often referred to each other was their true self, human names seemed to add a touch of familiarity and closeness.
This time the younger Nation leaned back in for another kiss, this time with an open-mouth one as a hand snaked to the back of Spain's neck to pull him just a little bit closer. In contrast, he himself was still clothed, but Liechtenstein was sure that it wouldn't be for long.
Spain can understand the sentiment. He calls France and Prussia by their human names a lot of the time. It just makes their bond as best friends seem much more intimate somehow.
"You can call me that if you wish." He manages to say, before Liechtenstein claimed his lips for another kiss. It's a deeper kiss this time and he shows the younger Nation how he appreciates it with a hum of satisfaction and a gentle exploration with his tongue. Arms come around Liechtenstein as they kiss, holding him against him, sharing the warmth that comes naturally from Spain.
Liechtenstein trembled lightly at the feel of Spain's tongue, his own slipping out to meet him halfway, a strange sensation that was both exciting and exhilarating. He had never really kissed in such a manner before; well, perhaps not with Spain. But nonetheless, he was loving the way the Spaniard held him, little pants escaping his lips and the name 'Antonio' whispered occasionally between kisses.
As they pulled back for air, Liechtenstein glanced down at his shirt, and then again up at Spain. "Do you want to... Or should I..." His fingers hovered over the first button of his shirt as he spoke, the brown ribbon and trousers suspender were already long gone, thrown somewhere across the room.
His human name passing between their lips and panted quite breathlessly is pleasing to Spain. He has half the mind to pull Liechtenstein into his lap, hands poising to do so around his back, when he draws away.
Green eyes shift down to the pale fingers waiting for a command. He just has to say a word and this beautiful, innocent-looking Nation will take off his clothes for him. It's a heady sort of thought and yet Spain does his best not to look too eager as he inclined his head and smiled back into Liechtenstein's eyes.
The young Nation waited with bated breath for Spain, feeling the flush on his cheeks deepening at the Spaniard's smile, and the single magic word. Time seemed to have slowed down for them as Liechtenstein began to unbutton his shirt one by one, pausing at some point to calm his lightly trembling fingers from mild nervousness.
Little by little, inch by inch, Liechtenstein revealed the pale white skin beneath, untouched and unmarred, save for the few faded scars from past days. When at last all was unbuttoned, he let the opened shirt hung from his body.
"...l-like what you see?" He knew he wasn't well-toned and muscular like the other male Nations, so his question came out a little bit more awkward sounding, trying not to look straight into Spain's eyes.
Eventually, his eyes lowered, intent on watching those lithe fingers undo buttons, trembling slightly. He can see himself leaning closer to brush comforting kisses along those fingers but stops himself. Liechtenstein doesn't need to be distracted from his pleasurable task.
As expected, Liechtenstein isn't muscular. He's more... Well, normal will probably the apt term, but Spain doesn't dislike it. In fact, he finds it very likable. It means Liechtenstein will be soft in his arms, just right for cuddling. He did like a little meat when it comes to the bodies of his lovers.
Ah, lover. He smiles slightly as he draws the boy closer, pulling him over his lap at last. Liechtenstein is now his lover, isn't he? Well, almost. If he wants to be.
"I do." He murmurs as he leans to kiss along Liechtenstein's ear and jaw, nuzzling lightly against that pale throat. His hands trail up under the shirt along his back, tracing gently along his spine and enjoying the comforting feel of Liechtenstein's smaller, less-toned physique.
Liechtenstein literally melted in those strong arms, settling comfortably on Spain's lap and linking his arms loosely around the man's neck. Lover. It was a strange term to define his and Spain's current relationship. Mostly because he never had one; but now, he wanted to be the Spaniard's special person.
"Glad that you like it." A shy but pleased smile graced his lips, tilting his head slightly and purring at the attention Spain showered on him. He shivered and gasped breathlessly at the feel of the hands down his back, especially along his spine, causing him to arched and pressed himself closer to Spain.
The bare contact of skin against skin created a stir in the young Nation, a warm sensation spreading through his body, making him even more sensitive toward the Spaniard's ministration.
Spain hums in approval when Liechtenstein presses closer against him, lips finding an ear and gently nipping and sucking on the lobe. Hands continue to wander, eventually falling low to carefully cup and knead buttocks still clothed in pants. Even there, Liechtenstein has a bit of meat and Spain revels in it, kneading gently.
He trails his lips down lower, down against his throat again, nipping by the crook of his throat and shoulder. He sighs and carefully shifts them, gently depositing Liechtenstein down on the bed so that he hovers over him, the sheet keeping him halfway decent falling away.
His whole body tingled with pleasure, gasping in surprise as Spain teased his behind, not exactly disliking it. Little moans and mewls fell from his lips at every nip and kiss on his skin, burning every inch of his body.
Liechtenstein kept his arms around Spain as the man lowered him down onto the bed, the silk sheets creating an odd sort of friction on part of his exposed body. "Antonio..." He whispered his name as if it was the very air he breathed, keeping his eyes on the Spaniard as he lulled him into another kiss, experimentally nipping on his lips.
It's perfection, the way Liechtenstein says his human name with such breathless desire. He doesn't begrudge him a kiss when he pulls him down for another kiss, even encouraging him with every stroke of his tongue, every nip of his teeth.
His hands take that opportunity to finally touch along the younger Nation's chest, mapping out what he will kiss and mark later. Liechtenstein's skin is soft and warm, smoother than his own. It tempts him to glide his hand down ever lower until they find his groin and the bulge there. A smile lifts the sides of Spain's lips in the kiss as he finds it and gently, enticingly rubs.
Liechtenstein squirmed at the calloused hands on his body, leaving a burning trail down his front, and to his lower region. "Mmnhh..." His moans ended up muffled into the kiss, a jolt shooting up his spine and straight to his groin again, instinctively lifting his hips to press against those warms fingers.
When they finally broke the kiss, the young Nation was flushing deeply from his neck to his ears, parted lips panting lightly, the very image of a dishevelled youth. He smiled as he ran his fingers in Spain's brunette locks, massaging the scalp, and then moved his hands to cup his face, staring up at the man with an adoring look.
He could feel himself growing steadily hard under Spain's ministration, gentle and yet so sensual. It filled his heart full with bliss to be loved as such, and he was glad to be able to return the affection.
The boy's responses are just so enticing, the way he moans, squirms and arches into his touch. It's enough to arouse Spain to such pleasurable, painful hardness. And then to be looked at with such soft and adoring affection... That look warms his heart and makes him smile fondly down at this gentle, younger Nation who has found him and judged him as enough.
He sighs at the fingers in his hair, purring and murmuring his thanks and affections. It's entirely too humbling how Liechtenstein seems to know how to touch him in the most pleasant of ways. For that, he kisses him lightly again before moving on to follow his hands' trail, kissing and licking and nipping his way down against his chest as his hand continues to pet him down below.
Liechtenstein's eyes fluttered close as Spain kissed him again, humming pleasingly against his lips, tangling his fingers into the Spaniard's hair again, surprisingly soft to the touch. He smiled at the affectionate words, drinking them in and nearly drowning it the fullness of it all.
He kept his eyes on Spain as the man travelled slowly down his chest, the light kisses and nips making him ticklish, but also sent little pleasurable tremors through his body. His body contract and relax with every brush of the lips, every licks and every nips. It made him delirious, heady and just a bit more intoxicated.
The lips are soon joined by tongue and teeth and they make Spain flutter his eyes closed, enjoying the little pinpricks of lusty sensation. He doesn't mind the slow, lazy pace they have going, even enjoys it, but he finds that he's ready for more now. Lidded green eyes look over a tanned shoulder to his present bedmate as he smiles to them warmly, enticingly, seducing them quietly.
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And now as he left small red marks and ran a hand down the Spaniard's back, the young Nation glanced up briefly, and his heart nearly stop at the warm smile and heated gaze Spain directed at him. "...A-An...Antonio." The name was whispered softly, almost hesitantly - for Liechtenstein was not one who was used to such intimacy. He hoped that Spain was feeling good from it.
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"Yes, Noah?" He murmurs softly, caressing by his cheek, speaking with him intimately though no one can hear them within the room that only has them in it.
He has no idea how they ended up like this either and it must be the wine, but at the moment, Spain can't quite find it in himself to care that he is now sitting naked in the younger Nation's bed. And kissing him, caressing him so intimately.
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He leaned into the caressing and let out a soft sigh at his name, green eyes peering up at the man as a smile graced his face. "Mmn..." He shook his head lightly. "I just wanted to try calling your name." Even if what they often referred to each other was their true self, human names seemed to add a touch of familiarity and closeness.
This time the younger Nation leaned back in for another kiss, this time with an open-mouth one as a hand snaked to the back of Spain's neck to pull him just a little bit closer. In contrast, he himself was still clothed, but Liechtenstein was sure that it wouldn't be for long.
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"You can call me that if you wish." He manages to say, before Liechtenstein claimed his lips for another kiss. It's a deeper kiss this time and he shows the younger Nation how he appreciates it with a hum of satisfaction and a gentle exploration with his tongue. Arms come around Liechtenstein as they kiss, holding him against him, sharing the warmth that comes naturally from Spain.
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As they pulled back for air, Liechtenstein glanced down at his shirt, and then again up at Spain. "Do you want to... Or should I..." His fingers hovered over the first button of his shirt as he spoke, the brown ribbon and trousers suspender were already long gone, thrown somewhere across the room.
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Green eyes shift down to the pale fingers waiting for a command. He just has to say a word and this beautiful, innocent-looking Nation will take off his clothes for him. It's a heady sort of thought and yet Spain does his best not to look too eager as he inclined his head and smiled back into Liechtenstein's eyes.
"Please." Liechtenstein may continue.
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Little by little, inch by inch, Liechtenstein revealed the pale white skin beneath, untouched and unmarred, save for the few faded scars from past days. When at last all was unbuttoned, he let the opened shirt hung from his body.
"...l-like what you see?" He knew he wasn't well-toned and muscular like the other male Nations, so his question came out a little bit more awkward sounding, trying not to look straight into Spain's eyes.
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As expected, Liechtenstein isn't muscular. He's more... Well, normal will probably the apt term, but Spain doesn't dislike it. In fact, he finds it very likable. It means Liechtenstein will be soft in his arms, just right for cuddling. He did like a little meat when it comes to the bodies of his lovers.
Ah, lover. He smiles slightly as he draws the boy closer, pulling him over his lap at last. Liechtenstein is now his lover, isn't he? Well, almost. If he wants to be.
"I do." He murmurs as he leans to kiss along Liechtenstein's ear and jaw, nuzzling lightly against that pale throat. His hands trail up under the shirt along his back, tracing gently along his spine and enjoying the comforting feel of Liechtenstein's smaller, less-toned physique.
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"Glad that you like it." A shy but pleased smile graced his lips, tilting his head slightly and purring at the attention Spain showered on him. He shivered and gasped breathlessly at the feel of the hands down his back, especially along his spine, causing him to arched and pressed himself closer to Spain.
The bare contact of skin against skin created a stir in the young Nation, a warm sensation spreading through his body, making him even more sensitive toward the Spaniard's ministration.
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He trails his lips down lower, down against his throat again, nipping by the crook of his throat and shoulder. He sighs and carefully shifts them, gently depositing Liechtenstein down on the bed so that he hovers over him, the sheet keeping him halfway decent falling away.
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Liechtenstein kept his arms around Spain as the man lowered him down onto the bed, the silk sheets creating an odd sort of friction on part of his exposed body. "Antonio..." He whispered his name as if it was the very air he breathed, keeping his eyes on the Spaniard as he lulled him into another kiss, experimentally nipping on his lips.
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His hands take that opportunity to finally touch along the younger Nation's chest, mapping out what he will kiss and mark later. Liechtenstein's skin is soft and warm, smoother than his own. It tempts him to glide his hand down ever lower until they find his groin and the bulge there. A smile lifts the sides of Spain's lips in the kiss as he finds it and gently, enticingly rubs.
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When they finally broke the kiss, the young Nation was flushing deeply from his neck to his ears, parted lips panting lightly, the very image of a dishevelled youth. He smiled as he ran his fingers in Spain's brunette locks, massaging the scalp, and then moved his hands to cup his face, staring up at the man with an adoring look.
He could feel himself growing steadily hard under Spain's ministration, gentle and yet so sensual. It filled his heart full with bliss to be loved as such, and he was glad to be able to return the affection.
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He sighs at the fingers in his hair, purring and murmuring his thanks and affections. It's entirely too humbling how Liechtenstein seems to know how to touch him in the most pleasant of ways. For that, he kisses him lightly again before moving on to follow his hands' trail, kissing and licking and nipping his way down against his chest as his hand continues to pet him down below.
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He kept his eyes on Spain as the man travelled slowly down his chest, the light kisses and nips making him ticklish, but also sent little pleasurable tremors through his body. His body contract and relax with every brush of the lips, every licks and every nips. It made him delirious, heady and just a bit more intoxicated.
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