Myeloma India Singapore [Ficlet] SpaPort - Something little

t was late in the afternoon, almost nighttime. Both were together once again, after so long. In the bedroom Spain was there, again, caressing his hair, looking at him with those green eyes. Eyes that were almost the same green as his dearest England’s. But Spain wasn’t England, Portugal knew that. At least, he thought that he could be sure of that. So why he was stuck in a bedroom with Spain topping him was beyond him.
Portugal had never been a man of rash decisions and yet, this time, in a blink of a moment Spain managed to get his way with him. And now there he was, lying on a bed, looking at Spain face to face, feeling his breathing on him. Spain kissed him on the front, on the cheek and even on the tip of the nose. Against head is Portugal's chest.
"Remember? Since when were leaving and when I put something was wrong? "
[" Do you remember? When you allowed me to rest like this When Something Went Wrong? "] Yes, of course Portugal Remembered. Spain Was Young When he'd Always Been a bit of a scaredy-cat and Above all, very nervous. Portugal Would Then put His Hand on Spain's head and let him rest on His chest. Spain Once Said That Would hearing His breathing calm him down. He'd know I wasn't alone at Those Times.
"Agora é join himTaking as historical time, slowly getting to the point. His hand now roaming haphazardly over Portugal's body Eventually got to touch His genitals. There I stopped. He Touched again, now Tighter, grabbing it.

Then I stopped.

"Portugalín, tell me one thing ..."
[
"Portugal, Tell Me Something ..."
]



"Or foi?"
[ " What is it? "]
Strongly
Spain pulled on Portugal's underwear Leaving bare historical member.

"This!"
[ "This!" ]

"Sim ..."
[
"Yes ...?"
] Portugal Spain Look to What WAS pointing at. Then I look back at Spain. "But you were you honestly expect eu à pusesse me hard? You? "


[
" But honestly expecting Were You That I'd get a boner? With you? "
] There Was a pause. And Then tears started to come forth Spain's eyes.
"BUHYOO! But if it's tiny! & Iexcl; So tiny, almost like my Romanita! Oh, brother, how good you are ... do you think all

always! I love you I love you, love you

! " [" Buhyoo! It's small! So small, Almost Like Romano's my sweet one! Oh brother, how nice of you ... You always take Into account Everything! I love you, I love you, I love you

! "
]

By around this time Spain Portugal WAS hugging and cuddling him terribly with all His strength. "But you're bom da cabeça?!"
[CHTM flaccid. Not only didn’t his plan work, but he’d been tagged in Spain’s brain as someone who cannot pull a boner. Portugal felt as if his pride had been hurt. In both ways. And it irked him terribly.
Without reflecting on what he was doing, he just grabbed it and started masturbating. No way he’d lose to Spain. And surely not when it came down to something like sex. He was even the one with the bigger penis, so he held the advantage.
He carried on until he was almost coming. It couldn’t get any bigger than this.

“Agora já não há nada que possa correr mal…” [ “Now nothing can go wrong anymore&helTMLXC