ScotlandxSpain

"Mmm~" Spain moaned as Scotland wrapped his arms around him, with his hand stroking his length. The position was even more unfamiliar to him; he was being dug into deep and completely, hitting his sweet spot right on the mark. Spain hadn't tried bottoming in the past, so he let his instincts drive him--trying to give as much pleasure as he could to his lover. He held on tight to Scotland's shoulders, using it as leverage as he continued to move his hips and he would make their lips meet every so often.

"Ohh Scotland~ unh~!" Spain's toes started to curl up in pleasure, as he felt himself to be on the brink of his release. He moved his hips even faster, and moved his hands up and down Scotland's back in a frenzy. "F-aster... Oh...si~!" Quick breaths escaped his mouth as he tried to keep himself from climaxing. He wanted to enjoy this as much as possible--the very first time he and Scotland made love, as lovers.

"Mmm~ ahh~ S-scot~" Spain moaned out, as he let his fingers sink into Scotland's back. Their hips meeting each other made wet smacking sound from the precum and the sweat that was in between them, filling the room with the lustful noise. With every thrust, Spain came closer and closer to reaching his limit-- and he rocked his hips to give Scotland the most pleasure he could, as well.

"Nnh~" Spain bit his lip as he felt Scotland's lips upon his neck, the sensation gave him goosebumps and sent a shiver throughout his whole body. "T-tan bien~" Spain's mind clouded over with all the feelings within him--the love, the lust, and the desire for this man. He wanted to do everything with him--the most romantic things, and the dirtiest, as well. "I-I'm close... a-ahh--!" Spain's gripped tightened, as he released his load, shooting out in between them. He gasped for air, and continued to rock his hips, wanting his lover to come as well.

Spain felt something warm rush into him as he heard Scotland's low groan, making his release inside of him. He felt tired, but he continued to roll his hips, still lost in the feeling of ecstasy he was being drowned in. Soon, his lover held him down, and stopped him--gently nuzzling his neck.
"I love you too, Scotland." Spain whispered, gently kissing the other's ear. He pulled out of Scotland, and felt his warm embrace around him. "Mm~ I-I think we should." Spain remembered how neither of them had taken a bath since the previous night. He knew however that Scotland's scent mixed with that of sweat and whisky would always be something he would like, as it would always remind him of the very first time they made love.

Spain ruffled Scotland's hair, and sat up, ushering Scotland to his feet. "Follow me."

Spain held Scotland's hand as they toured around the house, until they got to his bathroom. His bath was something he was proud of. It was big and spacious--decorated with intricately designed warm-colored tiles. There was a big tub, and a shower that went down like a waterfall. Spain opened the faucet and started filling the bathtub up, as he pulled Scotland in and gave him a deep kiss on the lips. "I... I really love you."

"Hmm~" Spain moaned as he felt his lover's hands groping him. He let his hands settle onto the small of Scotland's back, and pulled him into a whisper. "I have a surprise for you." Spain grabbed a hand towel from the towel rack, and rolled it up into a blindfold, with a mischievous smirk painted across his face. "But you have to wear this, querido."

Spain waved his hand in front of Scotland's eyes, making sure he couldn't see a thing. He gripped onto Scotland's shoulders and slowly brought him near the sink, pushing him against the counter. He kissed him on the lips passionately, and left a trail of kisses down his neck and across his collar bone, and then back up to his ear. "Wait here." he said in a low, husky voice, giving his lover one last quick kiss to the lips before letting him go.

Spain made his way across the room towards the window, which when opened led to a part of his garden. He opened it and reached out--taking some of the red roses that grew near the windowsill. "No peeking~" he called out to Scotland, as he closed the window. He walked back to the tub and scattered the rose petals over the water, leaving a trail of them on the floor. He then crouched beside the sink and rummaged through the closet, producing small candles and matchsticks-- placing some of them by the tub, and the corners of the room. Though it was midday, Spain had somehow given it the illusion of night--wanting to give his lover the most relaxing and romantic time of his life. He walked towards Scotland again, and held him by the hand--slowly guiding him towards the bathtub. "Trust me." he murmured, and without warning he scooped Scotland in his arms, and slowly submerged the both of them into the water. The warm water enveloping him made him give a resounding sigh, and he slicked back his hair, with Scotland still in his arms. He slowly slipped the blindfold off his lover, and gave him a kiss on the lips.

"Lo siento." Spain said, bringing his lips near his lover's neck. He kissed it lightly--gently grazing his lips over the delicate skin, breathing over it. He cupped his hands and got some water, pouring it all over Scotland's head. "We're supposed to get clean, right?" he chuckled, and kissed his lover on the lips, running his fingers through the wet, red hair.

I'm... so happy. Spain thought, as he looked at his lover before him. It was almost like a dream how everything turned out--one day they were almost strangers, and the next... they were bathing in his bath tub together. He didn't know how he could get so lucky. But somehow, he wanted to learn more about Scotland. There was so much about him that he didn't know yet--who he was underneath the surface, his past, and what he liked and disliked. Was he ever in love in the past? Just the thought of it made Spain's heart ache somehow, but it's not like he wasn't guilty of it either. But seeing Scotland at that moment, bathed in water and candlelight made Spain want him all to himself, for as long as he was alive.

"I'll make sure you get clean..." Spain continued to kiss Scotland's neck, and started licking it--trailing down to his collar bone and up to his cheek. He swirled his tongue around, painting circles all over Scotland's wet skin. His member sprung back to life again, upon seeing Scotland's face and his lover's taste in his mouth. "I... I can't help it." He chuckled and put his arms around Scotland, and slowly pushing him down against one side of the porcelain tub. Spain straddled him, and brought their lips together--kissing as if they hadn't kissed each other for so long. He wanted to kiss him, devour his lips and all that he was right there and then until he could get his very breath; his soul mixed with his own. He didn't know he was capable of feeling love such as that, in such a short amount of time. It was as if his heart was waiting for him, all along.

"Mm~" Spain broke the kiss off, and started to lick his lover clean again, dragging his tongue from Scotland's mouth, down to his torso. His lips lingered over his chest, licking over the hardened nubs and lightly sucking on them as he ground his hips agains't the other's.

"I... I love you." Spain said smiling, as he let himself get pulled into the kiss once again. His hands wandered all over Scotland's sides, feeling every inch of his wet skin--tracing over his ribs and muscles. His hardened member rubbed against Scotland's length, the friction making him moan in pleasure as he continued to kiss the other. "I love you so much... querido, querido..." he said, staring into the other's eyes. He slowly dragged his fingers across Scotland's torso and into the water, making contact with his member. He stroked it lightly, rubbing his thumb over its engorged tip, and gripping it with his entire hand.

"I love you... so much." He started nipping on Scotland's ear, and planted kisses all over his forehead, tasting the water on his lips. The movement of his fingers gradually slowed around Scotland's member, as he spread Scotland's legs more; bringing his fingers around his entrance. He traced its outline, and started rubbing all over the inner sides of his thigh.

Spain continued caressing Scotland's inner thigh as he slowly slid one of his fingers into Scotland's entrance. The tightness of the entrance squeezed down onto his finger, but the water made it easier to move it, as he slowly slid it in and out in a thrusting motion. "Is this ok?" he asked, gradually picking up the pace. Spain didn't know whether Scotland had received it like this before, so he tried to be gentle--knowing how much it could hurt the first time. From what he observed, it wasn't likely that Scotland would've bottomed in the past--seeing his expression alone, and the way he tensed up as his fingers grazed his entrance made it obvious that he was more comfortable taking the lead. But somehow, Spain wanted to return the favor. He slipped in another finger, and then another; trying to loosen Scotland even more. He angled his thrusts to hit just the right spot, hoping to make his lover feel the same way he did when he was being fingered.

Spain let himself be pulled into the kiss, feeling Scotland's wet forehead against him. The breath against his skin made him shiver, and the look in Scotland's eyes made him burn with desire--a fire within him that even all the water they were in couldn't quench.

"S-scotland..." Spain moaned in pleasure as he felt Scotland's lips on his neck, trailing down, giving him goosebumps all over his skin. He continued his thrusts, feeling Scotland's fingers dig into him as he continued to hit a certain spot that made his lover tremble underneath him. He turned his fingers as he thrust them in and out, as he continued to plant kisses on Scotland's forehead, all the way down to his shoulders.

Spain removed his fingers out, and slowly brought his member to Scotland's, rubbing them together. "I love you." he looked at Scotland with a serious expression, and brought the tip of his length to his entrance, grabbing his ass. He slowly dug in, the sensation of the water and the tight entrance made him gasp in pleasure. He bent down, and held Scotland's face in his hand and gave him a kiss to the cheek. "Relax. Just... tell me if you want to stop, ok?" He continued to kiss him, as he slowly moved his hips.

"Mmmm~" Spain's grip tightened over Scotland's ass as he quickened his pace. His thrusts intensified, making the water around them splash; extinguishing some of the candles he lit around them. This only made him thrust harder and faster; the sound of the water and the wet smacking sound of their skin in contact aroused him even further. He pounded into his lover, pulling his legs up as Spain angled himself to hit his sweet spot.

He pulled Scotland in so that they were upright, and he flipped him down pounding him from behind. He took a firm grip on Scotland's shoulder as he started leaving a trail of kisses all over Scotland's back.

The room was filled with the squeaking sound of their skin rubbing against the porcelain of the tub, as well as their simultaneous moans. He gripped Scotland by the hair, and rubbed his hand up and down Scotland's side. "You're... tight..." Spain murmured in between breaths, as he moved his lips towards Scotland's ear. He stuck out his tongue and traced its outline, slowly dragging it down to the other's nape. He gently nipped on the skin and breathed through his nose, smelling the heady mix of sex and rose petals in the air.

"Nnghh..." Spain groaned, his fingers digging into Scotland's shoulder as he tried to stop himself from cumming. He wanted to enjoy this as much as possible, and keep Scotland in his arms.

The way Scotland moved his hips in sync with his thrusts drove Spain crazy, as he continued to ram into him even more. The water sloshed around them and out of the tub, getting the floor wet. "Mmnhh.. ah- S-Scot..." Spain brought his lips to Scotland's in attempt to stifle his own moans, tangling his tongue with the other's. Their kisses became rough and intense, as Spain started biting and swirling his tongue along Scotland's lips and mouth. He groaned in pleasure and pain, as he felt Scotland tugging onto his brown locks.

"Y-yo también...*" Spain couldn't help but revert to his native tongue, as he was reaching his climax as well. The pleasure built up in his member, and he felt a sense of loss once Scotland abruptly stopped his movement. All of a sudden, Scotland rammed back into him and he was sent over the edge as well--releasing his load inside Scotland. He collapsed over Scotland and panted, slowly removing his member out as the white liquid mixed in with the water. Scotland was right--they weren't any closer to getting clean.

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