ScotlandxSpain

Spain locked his arms around the other man, gripping tightly as he felt something warm and wet trail down his body. The feeling of Scotland's tongue around his nipple made him gasp, and holding onto him was all he could do from crying out. He arched his back as he felt the fingers trace his sides, and did the same thing to Scotland. He moved his hands up and down his back, brushing the smooth skin gently with his fingertips.
"Ahh-!" Spain's eyes opened wide in panic, as he suddenly felt his boxers being removed. He felt exposed, and the feeling of shame washed across his entire being. He struggled to pull his boxers up, but his lack of coordination failed him, struggling to keep the garter in his grip. "N-no, don't..." Scotland grinded his hips against him, and brought their lips together. Scotland bit his tongue, preventing him from saying anything more. He kissed back, turning his head to the side in order to completely lock lips with the other. "Mmhh--" Spain's tongue made its way into Scotland's mouth, intertwining their tongues together. He moved his around, swirling it, then sucking on Scotland's lips and tongue. He kept his eyes half open though, and instinctively pushed against Scotland slip, as he felt Scotland's hips grinding more into him.

Dios mio... is he going to do what I think he is going to do?

Afraid? Spain thought, looking down at Scotland's head, eyeing his red hair. Red. What does it remind me of? It's like love, passion, fire... like roses... tomatoes... like--
"Unh--!" Spain gasped, as he felt Scotland's tongue against his thigh, and the hand stroking his length. With each stroke, Spain felt himself squirm, tightly gripping onto the couch. He was reluctant to cry out, biting his own lip to keep the moans in.
"P-por favor.. por favor C-cam..." he breathed out, tangling his right hand into the mess of the Scot's red hair. The moment Scotland took him in his mouth, he let out a cry-- his hold onto the other only getting tighter. The warm wetness of Scotland's tongue and mouth against his member made him shiver, and a wave of pleasure spread through him. He had no fight left, and he succumbed to the feelings he was being subjected to.

"El diablo.." he murmured to himself, looking down at Scotland sucking on him, meeting his green with shame. This man... is the devil.

"N-no... stop.. I-m going to--" Spain murmured in between his moans. He couldn't even keep his eyes open as the pleasure became unbearable. He held onto Scotland's shoulder, gripping it tightly with his fingers. It gave him leverage as he tried to move away, fighting against the urge to explode. The feeling of Scotland's teeth against his member sent him a jolt of slight pain, heightening the pleasure he was already feeling. He felt the shame wash over him, as this man he barely knew kept him teetering on the edge of his release.
"Anh--!" he let out, as he came in Scotland's mouth. He couldn't even get himself to look Scotland in the eyes, as he tried to recover. He was breathing heavily, shielding his face with his hands. "I'm sorry... I wasn't able to..." His cum was all over Scotland's mouth, and the lower part of his stomach. If anything, he felt dirty... but the feeling of Scotland's mouth enveloping him was just so good.

The kiss was strange, as he felt whisky mixing with the taste of his own cum. He blushed at the thought but kissed Scotland back anyway, swallowing every bit of what he was offered. He felt that with each gulp, it was his pride that he was swallowing away.
With that release, he felt like he was floating, the afterglow of the orgasm still on his face. However, he hadn't done anything to please Scotland yet as he eyed the bulge that was visible through the other's pants.
"I-if I say no..." Spain said, struggling to speak. "What would you want me to do?"

Spain was surprised as Scotland pulled away, the warmth against him suddenly leaving. No. Though at first, he wasn't exactly willing to have Scotland have his way with him he ached as he watched him put his clothes back on. He wanted to continue whatever it was that they had started. He moved forward, and pulled Scotland by the sleeve.
"No. I- I want this." he said, putting his hand on Scotland's cheek. He pulled him into a kiss, licking the outline of his lips and then sliding his tongue in. With his other hand, he slowly slid Scotland's shirt off again, and moved his hand towards Scotland's belt. He felt the erection underneath his hands, and stroked it through the fabric. He wanted to see.

Spain kissed Scotland back, as he was pushed against the couch. The feeling of Scotland's fingers lightly brushing against his inner thigh made him tingle, and hungry for the other man's touch. He shook his head and broke off the kiss, pulling in closer to bring his lips to Scotland's ear and murmured in a husky voice. "T-take me..." Spain gently nibbled on his earlobe, licking it with his tongue, then he trailed back to Scotland's lips where he gave him another passionate kiss. His eyes were half-lidded as he peered into the other's lustful eyes.
He maneuvered his fingers up to Scotland's belt buckle and started undoing his pants, revealing his underwear. Spain gently massaged through the thin fabric, squeezing and brushing over it with his fingers until he slowly slipped his hand inside. He felt up all of Scotland's length, surprised that it seemed even bigger than his own.

"You didn't have to ask." Spain murmured, with a playful smile painted across his lips. If anything, he wanted to see more of Scotland, experience his entirety. He locked lips with Scotland once again, and gripped his shoulders. He then turned them around, and roughly pushed Scotland against the couch; taking him under his control. He sat on his lap, and started kissing him from the neck down--gently sucking and nibbling on the bare skin. When he got to Scotland's chest, he swirled his tongue around his left nipple, and flicked over it up and down while he pinched the other with his fingers. He sucked on the hard nub, and gently grazed it with his teeth. He eventually made his way down all the way to Scotland's erect member where he suckled on the tip, swirling his tongue around it. He used one of his hands to continue pinching and stroking Scotland's nipples, while the other gripped onto the base of Scotland's member, rubbing up and down. H-he's so big... Spain thought, as he tried getting all of Scotland into his mouth.

"Mmnh--" Spain felt the warm liquid seep into his mouth, as he was pushed down by Scotland. Hee did what he was told, lapping all the precum that he could and swallowing it. He continued licking all over Scotland's member until the wetness had trickled down to Scotland's legs. He tried his best to get everything in his mouth, maneuvering his lips up and down the entire length while sucking on it. He looked up at Scotland's eyes, with his own that were clouded with lust and alcohol.
I want to see him cum. Spain bobbed his head up and down faster, at the same time still stimulating the base of Scotland's member with his hands-- wanting to see Scotland make his release.

Whore? Slut? Those words weren't familiar to Spain when it got to lovemaking, and the derogatory tone had made him feel the impact even more. They were words that he never even considered using given any context. Whenever he made love with Romano in the past, he made sure it was passionate, but at the same time gentle. He treated him like he was precious. He'd spoil his lover with tender caresses and loving words; murmuring softly and whispering sweet nothings into the other's ear. His lover had always done the same, and he had always felt exactly that... loved.
Thinking about it then as he sucked off Scotland made it seem like some distant memory--some dream that he had made up in his sleep. The reality was right in front of him, the cold hard truth that he lived in at present.
"Mmnnhh--!" Spain uttered as Scotland had pushed his head down even further, shoving the entire length up his throat. His eyes started to water, and he tried to stop himself from gagging until he felt the object start to quiver in his mouth. Before he could pull away, Scotland exploded--completely taking him by surprise and filling his mout with the cum. It had shot straight inside his mouth, and he tried to swallow it, but ended up coughing and some of the cum spilled out the corners of his lips. His hands and his lips were covered with the white liquid, and he started to lick them clean, if only with his tongue.
He looked up at Scotland's face, as his own cheeks started heating up, realizing that his words earlier were probably right. There he was, kneeling down and drunk, covered in somebody else's cum... just the same night he had broken up with the one he called the love of his life. He held onto the crucifix around his neck, asking for forgiveness. If anything, he deserved to be called a whore or a slut, or even worse. He didn't know why he was doing this and worst of all... why he was enjoying it all so much.

Spain opened his eyes in shock, as he felt Scotland's arms wrap around him. The warm breath of the other felt nice near his neck, and somehow all he wanted to do was embrace him back and completely sink into his arms. Before he realized it, a tear started rolling down his eye.
"Lo siento..." he started, discreetly wiping the tear away so that Scotland wouldn't see. "D-don't worry about it. Everything's fine." Scotland then pulled away, and kissed him on the lips--passionately and deeply as if they had kissed for the thousandth time. Though the way Scotland was with him very different from how he was with Romano, he had started to feel something familiar in that one kiss. He felt a familiar stir within his chest-- as if new hope had sprung from underneath the Scot's touch. He then pulled away, and stared deeply into the others eyes as he tangled his fingers with the tangled red locks.
Spain wanted to go further with him, explore every inch of him--getting to know his body like mapping out uncharted stars.

Scotland smiled softly and gently laid Spain back onto the couch, embracing him. He gently kissed his neck and left a few marks on the other's collarbone, starting to spread out Spain's legs slightly and started to lick at his own fingers to prep the other before entering him. Scotland pulled out his fingers, satisfied that they were wet enough and gently inserted one finger, slowly stretching him out. He's pretty ticht.. Scotland thinks to himself. It was pretty obvious that he had never bottomed before and Scotland was surprised to be the one to take him. He waited patiently for the other to adjust to the unfamiliar feeling before starting to thrust his fingers. The Scot leans down and kisses him deeply as he continues to thrust his fingers into him, picking up the pace and pulling out his fingers after a moment.
Scotland then sits up and places Spain's legs onto his shoulders, placing his hands onto his hips before gently poking the tip of him into his entrance. "If it starts tae hurt, chust relax." He moans, going further into him. "Mmm~ Yer sae ticht~."
Scotland was used to a tight feeling because he had experienced it a million times before and he had loved the feeling of struggling into his lover as they were writhing from the pain and eventual pleasure he gave them. As he had finally thrusted into him completely he gently started to thrust his hips.

"S-scotland..." Spain murmured as he was laid back on the couch, and kissed on the neck gently. He closed his eyes, feeling the light brush of Scotland's lips against his skin. All of a sudden, he felt Scotland go down between his legs, spreading them out like a book. He watched as Scotland put two fingers in his own mouth, licking and moistening them for what he was about to do. Although Spain had made love to another man before, he had never been on the receiving end-- never had anyone entered him with anything, even a finger. If Scotland was going to do what he thought he was, this was going to be his first.
"Hnn--..." Spain gasped as Scotland inserted one finger slowly, trying to get accustomed to the feeling. He felt himself tighten around it, moving his hips as he felt the finger trying to stretch him out. His face reddened with the thought that someone was doing this to him; seeing all of him out there in the open. Scotland inserted more fingers in, one by one and slowly moved them in a thrusting motion. Spain couldn't help but let out a small cry as Scotland's fingers repeatedly hit a spot that he didn't know existed within him. He was panting when Scotland finally pulled them all out, and he opened his eyes as his legs were put over Scotland's shoulders.

Spain gripped onto the couch, anticipating Scotland's member going inside him. Though he already had an idea what it would feel like, it seemed as if Scotland's fingers were nothing compared to what he was about to experience. He closed his eyes, feeling the tip poke slightly at his entrance.

"Hmnh.. a-ah--!" Spain let out a cry as soon as Scotland had thrusted deep within him, all the way up to the hilt. It felt like a jolt of pain had shot through him, threatening to split him in half. He bit onto the back of his hand, trying to stifle his voice as Scotland gently went in and out of him. "I-it hurts..." he said, putting a hand on Scotland's shoulder. Scotland continued however, gently thrusting into him until some of the pain had turned into pleasure. The feeling of something so big inside of him, was nothing like anything he had felt before.

Scotland picked up his pace, and Spain was left clutching onto Scotland's shoulder. He moaned with each thrust, moving his hips along with the rhythm. Scotland would let their lips meet at times, wherein they would interlock in a passionate kiss--leaving him breathless and wanting more. The kisses stopped him from screaming out, and when they parted, he would bite his lip to stifle the cries in. His lower abdomen was wet, smacking against Scotland's and creating a lustful sound that rang in the air.
"Hnmmh-- ah--ah--S-scotland..." Spain would softly murmur the other's name, looking into his eyes and lost in complete ecstasy. At that moment, Spain had felt as if they were one.