I axed the post coitus scene because it was gratuitous and sickly sweet romantic crap (but not in the good way).
Still; liked this panel too much. Spain’s not arrogant, he’s simply aware of his butt-prowess!
More Spamano with more sleeping Spain, this time from せいあー~ Oh Romano, youadorablelittle bastard. ♥
I left it as “kiss mark” rather than “hickey” or something, because I think it’s cuter. :> I also left “tere” and “dere” as is because… I felt like it!
Other translations here, more on the way, you know the drill! (=ヮ=)૭
romakoto asked: Romano/Fem!Spain.
Fem!Spain(Isabella) is the stripper.
A friend of Romano bought him a lapdance, cue Isabella.
He isn’t there for himself; that’s his story and he’s sticking to it like a limpet covered in superglue. He’s only there because he’s never been to this city before and the meeting doesn’t start until tomorrow, and Al has a stupid sense of humor.
‘You pick what to do,’ he’d said.
‘Sure we can go to a bar,’ he’d said.
‘I have plenty of one’s,’ he’d said.
‘Why do you ask?’ he’d said.
This is Romano’s first time in Madrid, and he’s spending it in some dumpy little dive, drinking something that’s definitely been watered down, and staring at the most bored tits he’s ever seen. Idly, he picks at the olive in his drink before downing them both. With a short wave, he calls for another, because hey, if this is dinner then this is a business expense. And if this is a business expense then he’s not paying for it, and he doesn’t care if the tits are frigid and his martini is mostly melted ice.
A waitress slinks over to take his order and he begins to ask for another drink, this time with some actual gin in it, when instead of leaning over with a pad and pen, she plops herself onto his lap. Legs splayed and breasts definitely awake, she winks at him before looping her long fingers around the back of his neck.
The words ‘extra dry’ die at the back of his throat, and his tongue falls with them down to the pit of his stomach.
From his seat across the extra wide booth, Al laughs and shoots Romano a thumbs up, and Romano is going to pitch a fit at him later because this is painfully awkward, except.
Except maybe he isn’t.
Maybe he won’t. Pitch a fit. At all.
The woman begins to push herself up onto her knees, and as she does she lets her hands slide down the back of his shirt, starched and pressed within an inch of its life, almost until they reach his belt. At the same time she’s rising up, and up, and her chest is pressing forward, and closer, until he can feel his breath condensing on her skin.
He freezes in place, solid.
“Welcome to Madrid,” she says in his ear, too loud and not sexy at all, not breathy or throaty or anything like it should be, too conversational, too familiar and warm, and it makes Romano so uncomfortable he fidgets until he manages to make readjusting himself look like he’s just smoothing down a crease. “My name’s Catalina,” she pauses, “or— it isn’t, but they told us to come up with something, and I have a neighbor with that name so it was the first thing I thought of, but if you call me that I probably won’t remember because I’ll think you’re talking to Catalina and not to me, so I don’t know why they told me to tell you that, that my name is Catalina, because I told them about how that’s not me, but they said it was a rule.”
While she speaks she rolls her hips closer to him, and then away, and then she switches which ear she speaks into, and then she mouths at his neck and plays with his fingers and he’s afraid he’s going to die. She pulls away, a little, just enough to rise up and start it all over again, when she stops speaking.
Romano has no idea what she just said and he doesn’t even care.
Oh, hot dogging. Not the most common/sexy to watch imho of methods, but I wanted to include a couple of different things and. And Spain. Spain.
It’s the only logical conclusion.
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Future pages will be [here]
I think I’ll just upload this as it is and add the shading/proper lettering/corrections tomorrow. Like the idiot with zero self-control that I am.
(Also yep, that’s how I ‘write’ moans mostly from here on. All the Ahhs, Ohhs and Unfs are starting to get on my nerves. To write).
Critique/Pointing out mistakes is, as always, very welcome.
I die at the hot dog every single fucking time.
Silly request doodle from the livestream last night. One of the first things that was requested was Romano in a dress, then Romano’s booty in a dress, then Romano’s booty in a REVERSE BUTT APRON I don’t know what that is, either, no.
I found my people