Hetalia is owned by Hidekaz Himaruya, this fanfiction is owned by me.

The sound of Antonio letting out a low, slightly pained moan was enough to snap Arthur back to reality, freeing him from the snare of desire that only Antonio could trap him in.

Pulling his lips suddenly away from Antonio's, the wild need for his lover that had previously sent Arthur into overdrive was abruptly replaced with great fear, and his face fell as he watched Antonio take a few panting breaths. He'd promised himself that he was going to be gentle with the man pinned underneath him, that he was going to take it slowly and be kind to him...Well, it looked like he'd managed to completely screw that up.

Arthur was ready to stop completely right there and then. Had he hurt Antonio? How could he have just let his need for the Spaniard possess him?!

But just as the thought of apologising profusely and getting out of the room entered his mind, the graceful male playfully reached up and grabbed Arthur's tie, forcing him to stay put.

"You really want to keep going?" He asked Antonio tentatively, as his emerald gaze met his lover's.

"Yes," Antonio teased, "Why should we stop now?"

"Just now...I thought I hurt you," Arthur told him softly.

Antonio's face suddenly fell at the thought of Arthur doing anything like that to him. "No, I just needed some air, that was all," he explained defensively. "I'm fine, love. Besides, if we stop now, you won't get to see any of this~" he invited, running one finger from the centre of his chest to his mid-section.

Arthur gently pecked him on the forehead, appreciating his lover's patience with him. "Alright," he agreed, deciding that he had to take things more slowly now.

Inhaling deeply, the blonde curled his fingers around Antonio's tie, looking to him for permission.

"Do it," Antonio purred approvingly, his green eyes giving off a mischievious glint.

Timidly, still unsure of himself, Arthur got to untying his lover's tie gently, throwing it to one side before he undid the buttons of Antonio's shirt one-by-one, not daring to peel back the white cotton until his task was complete.

Arthur had to stifle a gasp as he laid eyes on Antonio's bare chest and mid-section, mesmerised by crests and valleys of lean muscle, and the olive skin illuminated gently by the dying sunlight poking its way through the cracks in the curtains.

"You're beautiful," Arthur breathed, gently stroking Antonio's cheek. "No, forget that. You're perfect."

Sighing deeply, the bare-chested male let his eyes drift shut as Arthur peppered his body with delicate kisses, enjoying every second of the chaste pecks.

When he was done with that, Arthur lay next to his lover and pulled him onto his chest, knotting his fingers with Antonio's.

"Can we stay like this for a bit?" Antonio asked, as Arthur wrapped one arm around his waist.

"Of course," Arthur whispered, letting his lover make himself comfortable.

The two spend the rest of the evening together, with Antonio appreciating every moment of the gentleness Arthur had for him, and him only...