Stars in the Sky

Chapter 4: Molossia's Mistake

Seborga's face turned red as he recognized the look. Something was screaming at him to stop this before it went too far. It pleaded with him, begged, and if it had any actual vocal chords he was sure he'd go deaf from hearing it. But he ignored it all and pushed onwards. He was seeing this through to the end.

Molossia leaned forward, burying his face in the crook of Seborga's neck before giving it a slow lick. The Italian froze up at the touch of the wet appendage. However, he slowly eased into it as the licks turned into gentle kisses and occasional nips at his skin. He turned his head to expose more of his neck, prompting the American to keep going. Molossia indeed took the chance and buried his teeth into it as gently as he could.

"A-Ah~!" Seborga gasped out. "M-Morro..."

"Mmm," the other micronation hummed. He pulled away from Serboga's neck and moved back to look at him, but not before giving the bite a slow lick. "What?"

Seborga bit his lip. He wasn't sure what to do now. He glanced around the room, hoping that if he looked at something he'd find a way to somehow end this. Even if the two of them ended up doing nothing more than what as already done.

After a short while of searching, his eyes landed on Molossia's boxers. He could see a small tent in them and his face suddenly exploded.

"That would explain what was poking me earlier," he thought to himself.

His eyes remained glued on Molossia's crouch, and the other nation followed his gaze. He blinked once, then twice, before looking back at Seborga with a smirk. He pinned him down, his hands on either side of his head, and leaned forward to capture his lips in another kiss. Seborga didn't pull away and instead held Molossia by the shoulders to keep him close.

Molossia then shifted so he could be balanced above the Italian, and so he was nestled between his legs, before he grabbed Seborga's hips and raised them. He then proceeded to roll his hips into Seborga's, causing the teen to gasp out in the kiss and giving Molossia the chance to explore more of him.

The brunette dived his tongue into the other boy's mouth, emitting a moan that vibrated between them as he tasted him. His mind was dazed and clouded. He knew it now. But this was too good to stop.

The two continued at this pace until Seborga became the one to pull away. He pushed Molossia by the shoulders, throwing his head back while he wrapped his legs around the brunette's waist and pushed into the grind to gain more friction.

"Morro... Di Più, Il mio amore," he sighed in pleasure.

Molossia had no idea what he was saying, after all he hadn't had the chance to brush up on his Italian yet, but he could tell by the look on Seborga's face that he was getting desperate. So without any hesitation, he began to undress the Italian and himself until they were both bare on the bed and their clothes were scattered around the room.

The brunette was now between Seborga's legs, licking his entrance so as to give as much moisture to it as he could before fingering him while stroking himself. He had seen plenty of porn before, and this was something that was especially done between dudes. Something about not having the ability to not naturally get wet or something like that, so he needed to stretch him out while using his...essence to lube himself up. He couldn't remember. 

Meanwhile, Seborga was squirming in Molossia's hold. He clung onto the sheets tightly as his head thrashed to the side with every shock of pleasure that went up his spine. He was panting like a dog in heat now. He needed Molossia. He didn't care if it hurt anymore. He was sure he'd regret it in the morning, but that was then and this was now.

"Morro... Please, just do it," he pleaded.

Molossia looked up at him, his eyes half-lidded. He hummed in question, silently asking if the other was sure. Seborga nodded in response.

"I need you," he begged. "Please, just put it in."

Molossia's eyes grew a little. He was surprised to hear something like that come from the Italian, but he was pleased with it nonetheless.

Not wanting to waste another second, and deeming Seborga prepared enough, Molossia pounced back onto Seborga and raised his hips. He carefully poked his entrance with his manhood, the appendage throbbing in anticipation, before he pushed it in. Seborga let out a whine at this, throwing his head back in pain.

He bit on his lip to silence himself. He couldn't wake his brothers up. They'd be pissed and never let Molossia come near him again. He didn't want that to happen. Even if Molossia didn't love him back, and even if this was just going to be a one time thing, he wanted to cherish it.

It'd probably be his last moment of happiness with the American micronation.

Molossia continued to push inside of Seborga, groaning with each inch that was swallowed by the other's tight buttocks, until he felt all of himself inside. He took a moment to pause and allow them both to catch their breath. He looked into Seborga's eyes.

Eyes that were filled with something indescribable. Eyes not filled with lust, no. He had seen that look before, and it certainly didn't match what he saw.

They were filled with love.

Suddenly, Molossia felt a pang of guilt fill him, but he couldn't identify why. Nor did he wanted to pay attention to it. He pushed it to the side for now and continued. He could tell by Seborga's squirming that he was waiting for him to move, and move he did. Molossia pulled himself out until his tip was all that was left inside before he thrusted forward, pushing his dick into the other's body.

Seborga threw his head to the side as he cried, "Morro!"

Again and again Molossia did this, gradually picking up speed and power as he felt himself nearing his edge. He glanced down to see precum dripping off of Seborga's erection and he knew he was close as well. The brunette leaned forward to kiss at the Italian's collarbone, making a trail as he traveled up his jaw before planting a firm kiss on his lips.

When he pulled back he nuzzled into Seborga's neck. Then he heard it.

"Ti amo, Morro," the other teen whispered to him. "Per sempre..."

Molossia didn't know what that last part meant--again, he didn't practice Italian often--but those first two words were as clear as day. The guilt came back to him, but again his lust had driven it to the side. He used it as motivation to go further, drive the boy to the edge.

He soon found himself pounding Seborga into the mattress, the bed hitting the wall and the Italian crying out in time with his thrusts. He felt the knot in his stomach, one that came only when he fantasized as he never had the chance to do this before, and if it weren't for Seborga screaming in Italian he wouldn't have guessed he was close as well.

He was the first one to come, and he did it with a feral growl rising from his throat as he attempted to ride out his orgasm. Seborga followed not long after, his seed spilling on his chest with a final cry. By the end of it, the two were panting from exhaustion.

Molossia pulled out of him, not bothering to notice how his essence spilled out of Seborga while he plopped right next to him on the bed. Soon after he gave way to the darkness and fell asleep.

Seborga was left alone now. He stared up at the ceiling, tears filling his eyes. Whether they were from the pleasure or the torn feeling in his heart, he couldn't tell the difference. He knew tomorrow would change everything, and he didn't want to face it yet.

So he stayed awake to stare at Molossia's peaceful, sleeping face before he too was conquered by fatigue.

Everything was going to be different in the morning.

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Oof. This was more dramatic than I thought it'd turn out- Oh well. Onto translations!

Di Più, Il mio amore - Please, my love
Ti amo - I love you
Per sempre - forever