♪~You thought an angel swept you off your feet~♪
You start by running the brush across the middle of his head, slowly repeating yourself. If you didn't know any better, you could have sworn he let out something other than "Vee~" but instead...a moan? You hadn't even touched his curl yet! You must be too into your own thoughts, causing them to create sounds and such.
You finally move the brush up toward his skinny curl, taking a deep breath to calm your racing heart. You lightly stroking it, waiting for some sort of reaction. But instead, his whole body seemed to have tensed, then slightly shake. You couldn't see his facial expression, not with being behind him, so you weren't sure if he felt pleasured or frighten. Until you heard...chuckling? Deep, chuckling? Just how many mind tricks were you going to go through tonight?
You add more pressure, twisting the curl less softly. His body began pushing itself closer towards your own, making you moan a bit. You hastily drop the brush, bringing a hand up to cover your mouth. Did he hear you? Even so, he wouldn't know what a moan is, right?
You were about to tell him your true intentions, not being able to take any more of this burning heat spreading all through your body, mostly in your core, when you felt two hands grip both of your legs.
♪~But I'm about to turn up the heat~♪
You felt warm hands trail themselves from bottom to top, teasingly stopping in your inner thighs. Before a blink was made, you were flipped onto your back, along with someone else's body falling on-top of yours as well. You let out a mixture between moans and squeaks when the warm body grinded it's lower half against your own, feeling those hands once again touch you.
They gripped your thighs, making you squeeze them tighter around, who you were now sure of, Feliciano's waist. He bounced you, a delightfully louder moan filling his ears as he grasps your hand, pulling himself, with you, back upward.
He twisted your body so you'd be straddling him, which you wrapped both your arms around his neck from surprise. You held in another moan as you felt those sneaky hands slither further up from your thighs, barely touching your panty covered clit.
Your (Eye color) orbs opened to see burning, Amber irises staring back with such intensity, you felt yourself almost melt right then and there from that hot sensation rising below your navel.
Without any words said, his lips crashed onto yours, forcefully letting his tongue thrust into your own. You felt your mind spinning, trying to process what exactly happened just now. You didn't have much time to think when you felt your pink treat being nipped at. He twirled his delectable appendage, wrapping it around yours swiftly, he brought it into his mouth, only to be sucked upon roughly.
You tried in vain to fight back, but he wouldn't give in so easily. He darted his tongue left before you'd have the chance to push it against his mouth's roof-top, then sliding it more down your throat. The moans you were making vibrated his pink appendage, and you could feel exactly how excited it made him feel since he bucked his hips upward, your hold around his neck tightening.
Air was greatly needed, though. Withdrawing from the passionate kiss, a thin line of saliva still connecting both of your lips, Feliciano grinned non-too innocently.
"Voglio portare il nostro rapporto con un altro livello." He kisses your neck, leaving a small, red, bite mark after nipping it a little too hard, almost as if he was claiming you. "Mi fai eccitare." His voice was lower, deeper, losing his softer tone. You blushed exceedingly at his words, understanding a little Italian after spending so much time with him. "Vuoi fare l'amore?"
"Y-Yes!" You didn't like how desperate your voice sounded, but that was quickly forgotten when he kissed you once again, throwing more passion into it then last time.
His hands played with the hem of your shirt, fingers brushing against your skin. His left hand trailed upward onto your back, making you shriek in excitement when he pulled your bras clasp, letting it go to slap your upper back. Your own hands found themselves around his waist, going lower until you found your prize. His pants were all ready tighten, causing you to smirk slyly.
You grasped a handful of him, relishing when you feel a low moan pour from his pasta flavored mouth. You strongly jerked his harden member, hearing his musical groans reaching your ears, heating your core with each and every grunt. You swiftly raised your hand away, only to immediately dive it into his pants, boxers as well. You once again take hold of his shaft, your hand making slow movements.
His left hand unclasped your bra, letting his right lift both articles of clothing. You felt the need to cover yourself from his hungry gaze, insecurity creeping it's way into you. Before that could be done, your Italian lover, who must have surprisingly sensed it, began speaking.
"You'a have no reason to feel uncertain about yourself, (Name.) Sei bellissima, vee~" He says through his aroused voice, kissing your cheeks softly.
"G-Grazie, Feliciano..." You whisper bashfully, flushing more than you ever thought was possible. It amazed you how minutes ago, you were thinking about being the confident one, and yet, here you are, feeling shy about your own appearance.
He lays you gently on the bed, pulling your hand from his pants. He then stood, giving you a saucy look before reaching his hand into a small bowl that sat next to the bed. You hadn't even noticed it before, looking at him questioning. Your face deadpan as soon as you saw what was inside after his hand lifted it's lid. Pasta.
"Really...now of all times...?" You could have slapped your forehead in annoyance if he didn't look at you in such a alluring way.
"Oh, but there are many ways to make pasta even more tasty, la mia stella, vee~!" He takes one noodle out, a gasp coming from your bruised lips as he places it onto your left nipple. He smirks, something you've never seen before, clawing up your body until he reached your pert bud. As he nipped your left breast, his right hand played teasingly with your other.
You couldn't keep the moans contained, arching your back so he'd take more into his luscious mouth. You lost your hands in his auburn hair, tugging gently at his skinny curl. Even if you were gentle, you felt his shaft increased it's hardness, rolling his hips into yours.
You found it to be incredibly unfair of how little clothing you were wearing compared to him, but when you tried removing his shirt, a hand stopped you.
"No, no~" He smiles a little at your pouting face.
"Why not? You t-took mine off!" You complain, trying and failing once again when he grabs both of your wrists, slamming them above your head.
"That's because I'mma in control, be a good girl and listen, sì?" His whispers in your right ear darkly, eyes half lidded. You were lost for words at this sudden personality change, but wouldn't deny how excited it made you. In fact, the heat inside your sweaty body exploded into a strong inferno, one flame that could only be worsened by his burning touch.
He released your hands, kissing you roughly before trailing downward. Your breathing picks up as he kisses down your body, blowing cool air onto it here and then. Looking up at you with a naughty smirk, he lifts your dark blue skirt up. He let's his teeth take hold of your underwear, dragging them down painstakingly slow.
You feel something enter you, most likely two of his fingers, your head arching along with your back as the movements quickened. He suddenly stops his pace, making you scream in frustration.