Precious night. (R18 for shameless GerIta, obviously only for Germany and Italy.)

He needed it... He needed it so bad, his whole body was on fire, his blood rushing hot and wild through his ears. A desperate burning the blond couldn't deny anymore. When did he become so needy? What happened to get him off focus like this? The world around him didn't seem to exist anymore, it was all centered to only this room, the bed and his wonderful lover in it and the fact that they were finally, finally together.

Feliciano had been there all the time of course, like he always was. At Ludwig's side. Walking with him with a little bounce in his steps, clinging to him and almost childishly gaping at the small wonders of this world that possibly only he could see. All the kittens and nice girls he needed to give a bright smile and one of his significant 'Ve's. Ludwig adored it all, silently watching, enjoying and loving every motion the other made. He saw every breath Feliciano took and every little thrill of that wild haircurl when the other turned his head. Memorized it and stored it up in his stern, restricted mind.

And it all piled up over the days. It was like a knot in Ludwig's stomach. It made him choke, breath low and eyes glimmering with hold back passion. Whenever the other's hand would brush against Ludwig's own to hold it, the contact of skin send a shiver down his spine, making the blonds mouth run dry.

It had just happened that they haven't been able to be together and relieve their tensions. Work had been demanding and intensive. And in the evenings Ludwig would come home late and find Feliciano sleeping on the couch. He knew the Italian had been waiting for him. To get a hug, a kiss and some badly needed attention. But the blond did not wake his lover up, he just carried him to bed and left him sleeping while he held him close to his chest.

Ludwig loved to hold Feliciano. His strong arms wrapped around that smaller body that so perfectly fitted into his arms. Holding the other in his lap and rolling his hips to thrust up again and again, knowing the other loved it as much by every moan and gasp and every desperate call of his name ripping form the Feliciano's lips. Ludwig... Ludwig... Please more...

Yes, Ludwig loved having sex with Feliciano. A lot. He wanted to do it all night long, driving his lover over the edge again and again until they collapsed onto the sweat drenched sheets and had to catch their breath, spend and satisfied and finally able to sleep in each others arms and waking up the next morning with their arms still wrapped around each other.

It was just that... They plainly haven't had time to do so since days.

But tonight there was time. ... Finally... Ludwig drew in a breath and pulled the curtains of the huge bedroom window close, his back turned to his lover. "Feliciano..." His voice was stern and clear as always, absolutely under control.
The blond paused a moment, pondering for words. "It had come to my attention..." Again a pause. Ludwig's voice went unsure now. How to request sex? Usually it just happened. After a hug or when they were snuggling on the couch while watching one of Alfred's boring hero movies they would just keep going. But Ludwig had never openly asked for it.

"Well..." He started again, his voice now lower. "It had come to my attention that we haven't... been together since eleven days." Yes, Ludwig counted the days without sex.

Ludwig turned his head around a bit, glancing at Feliciano from the corner of his eye, an almost shy blush colouring his cheeks pink. "I... uhm. I think I would like to be with you tonight." He swallowed and closed his eyes. "Would you like to ... sleep with me?"

It had been a hard few weeks, to say the least. Feliciano was dependant on touch. No matter if it was gripping onto Ludwig’s hand as they walked, nuzzling his cheek against his shoulder, hanging onto his arms, the hugs and kisses and fleeting touches—he craved contact. Any chance he could he would be next to Ludwig, letting their bodies brush against each other in whatever way he could manage.

And though Ludwig wasn’t the most…openly affectionate of people (though in private was a completely different matter), he would usually comply with Feliciano’s need to feel—something that Feliciano dependant on, at this point in their relationship.

However, the last few weeks were definitely lacking. Not out of choice, of course. The holidays were coming up, and it seemed that Ludwig was working extra hard. Of course it made the Italian worry about his health…but on top of that, they hadn’t had much time to themselves.

Every day for almost two weeks now Feliciano had woken up alone in their bed, Ludwig long gone to work. If he was lucky, he could at least see him at work when he brought him lunch, but the time they could spend alone (and close) was minimal. Ludwig would stay late at the office, and even if he wasn’t, he would be holed up in his office at home, working late into the night.

It was…frustrating.

He knew it was selfish of him to think such a way, but it was! They had barely had time to themselves in days—barely any kisses, any hugs, and definitely nothing more…sensual.

He was at his wits end.

Sometimes he would hover around Ludwig’s office door, just in hopes that the German would call it a day early. He roamed the house, unable to stay still, feeling fidgety and desperate. He would try to stay up just to get the attention he had been craving, but staying up late into the night was not his forte. More often than not he would wake up in the middle of the night, already in their bed and Ludwig long asleep.

He didn’t want to worry his lover, so he tried hard to keep up a positive face…but he really just wanted to be touched! His mind had been running rampant for days—imagining Ludwig rushing out of his office and pressing him against the wall; his hands running down his sides, gripping his hips; his voice whispering rough words of lust, breath hot; his body grinding against his, regardless of clothes or not…

Oh Dio…he really needed it.

His face betrayed none of these thoughts when Ludwig addressed him (except for maybe the pinkish tint it had gained when he had been lost in another one of many fantasies), and the only sign of his discomfort was the endless fidgeting he couldn’t seem to control as he smiled sweetly at his lover. “Ve?”

But after Ludwig had stumbled through his request (quite cutely, he might add), he could definitely feel his cheeks growing hotter. He swore Ludwig had to be able to read his mind (which might be worrisome with all the embarrassing thoughts he had been having lately).

“Oh? Si, that’s true!” Feliciano laughed, smile growing a little wider. “You always word these strangely, Ludwig…we always sleep together! But…” A devious glint had entered his eyes, his desperation starting to flavor his words. “…but, if you mean something /else/ by sleeping, then I don’t think I would mind it at all~”

The Italian stood from the bed, opening his arms up for the German. “I think I would really enjoy something like that, actually…maybe you could start by coming over here and kissing me?”

It just took a split of a second to react, but for Ludwig it felt like an eternity. His eyes were still focused on Feliciano when he turned around and closed the distance between them with just two, strong steps.
His eyes memorized the others body in the moments he needed to come up to his lover. The soft shimmer of his tanned skin, smooth lines, not disturbed by muscles or manly features. Ludwig knew from lots of experience how wonderful soft it felt when he touched it, how delicious it tasted when sweat covered it and the blonds tongue trailed over the crook of his lovers neck, feeling the pulse of his rapid heartbeat when they both drowned in lust and need, how Feliciano's chest heaved in a strong, desperate motion when he hovered on the edge of release, begging his lover to be pushed even further.

Why again did Ludwig demand that Feliciano would wear underwear like he did now? Even when they were alone like now? That currently made absolutely no sense for him at all. The offending piece of cloth just blocked the wonderful view the blond had.

But then again, it did not really matter because Ludwig was already there, almost tackling the other backwards onto the bed. Though he stopped right in front of the Italian, a sensual whisper leaving his lips as he wrapped one arm around his lovers waist, pulling him close against his broad chest. "Feliciano..." Ludwig's other hand cupped the others blushed cheek, he leaned down and immediately pressed his mouth against his lovers, just keeping their lips locked for a few moments.

Oh, how he had missed this taste since days. The fleeting 'good-morning' kisses he had gotten had done nothing to satisfy the need of feeling the others lips in a way only lovers could. Warm, soft, loving, growing hotter and desperate with every second. The taste of the dinner they had earlier still lingering. Basil, garlic, Pasta... It was just so perfectly Feliciano. All he needed, all his love and emotions centered to just here and now and where they touched.

Ludwig briefly drew back, whimpering against the still so close lips, breathing in his lovers whole being. "Häschen..."

It was not like Ludwig was fully incapable of being soft and loving. Of course he loved Feliciano. Needed him and desperately longing for every moment he could be with his lover. But Ludwig was also un-experted. Strict and almost angsty to ruin this precious relationship with clumsy movements. He checked his actions once, twice before acting them out, relaying on advice and manuals, rather holding himself back and keeping his needs and emotions back, hidden and forced down but still boiling under the surface of Ludwig's almost bashful acting. Being perfect... Not ruining it...

Ludwig's mind was working to much, way to much...

Until moments like this happened, when it broke loose, when Feliciano was his. Only his. He owned his lover like his lover owned him. When everything was perfect and manuals were forgotten and no angstful thoughts and worries would disturb. And Ludwig could finally be himself. For Feliciano... with Feliciano... Because of Feliciano...

"Mein Häschen..." Ludwig repeated the loving name he called his lover only in moments like this when they were alone and needed each other so badly. "Mein alles." Then he exhaled a deep breath of hot air and closed the distance between their lips again, this time brushing the tip of his tongue over the others mouth with a small moan, begging to taste the other more, needing so much more contact.

He pressed their bodies together more almost lifting the Italian off of his feet, his hand on Feliciano's cheek trailing further to the back of his head, his fingers curling into the silky, brown hair, holding his lover, his partner, his life... His everything. And Ludwig wanted to hold him like this forever.

Contact. Sweet, delicious contact. Feliciano could already feel his knees grow weak as Ludwig closed the distance between then, calm façade disintegrating with each step he took towards him, completely melting into his lover’s arms as he pulled him close.

And the kiss, oh the kiss…

A soft sigh left his lips as soon as he felt Ludwig’s lips against his, his heart doing flip-flops like it hadn’t in a long while. How he had missed this; Ludwig’s taste, the feel of his lips, the warmth of his breath so close to him…the kiss was nothing chaste in Feliciano’s mind—as his head and body were instantly filled with warmth, his lips pressing strongly against Ludwig’s as he barely restrained his desperation.

His body was begging for them to lose control.

The kiss felt like forever—the two frozen in time just for the moment—but forever was not long enough for Feliciano. He wanted more, needed more, needed to taste and feel Ludwig more, needed Ludwig to touch him and love him more. The sweet name did nothing to calm his raging emotions, the hot breath against his lips only coaxing a soft sound of pleasure from his chest.

More sweet names had left Ludwig’s lips and Feliciano could feel shivers running down his spine, feel his face grow hotter (if it was possible at the moment), feel his heart pounding in excitement. He loved moments like this, lived for moments like this. When it was only the two of them alone, able to lose themselves. Able to do anything. Just for them. When he could watch Ludwig finally let himself go and devote his mind and body just for Feliciano…

It was his favorite thing, to watch Ludwig lose the tight control he kept on himself. And knowing that it was only Feliciano himself who could cause Ludwig to do so made him feel more than words could describe.

“Oh, Ludwig...” His voice was breathy, marred with his desire as he felt Ludwig’s tongue brush against his lips. The Italian’s hands slowly moved up Ludwig’s chest, feeling him through his shirt, palms mapping out the lines of muscles he had long since memorized. He wanted to be closer, to feel Ludwig’s skin against his own, feeling his rapid heartbeat and his heaving chest…

“Sei tutto per me.” Faces close, Feliciano’s hands had moved up to Ludwig’s neck, fingers drawing circles into his hot skin, sliding up until he could grip the blond locks he loved so much. “Ho bisogno di te...” He gave into the strong grip, giving himself up completely to the desperation he had been holding back. Lips parted to welcome Ludwig’s prodding tongue, pressing his mouth against Ludwig’s and breathing him into his self, own tongue darting out to taste for himself.

If someone would've asked Ludwig what was the most wonderful language of the world, he would've immediately answered 'Italian'. He loved this language. Every word was like a melody, every sentence like a lullaby. Easing him, calming his worried, restrained mind. When he came home after a long, hard day filled with work and meet his love at the front door, (Ludwig just knew Feliciano was waiting by the window to see the car coming up the street) a simple 'Ciao' was enough to make him feel completely comfortable.

And Ludwig especially loved when Feliciano spoke in his natural language. Even when they would talk to each other in English so they would understand what they say, his lover would always have this melodious accent. Ludwig knew he had that possibly too, just in German. Even if he would focus really hard on speaking as good as possible. The roughness of his own language always came through.

The blond couldn't understand the words Feliciano spoke. But it currently didn't matter. The sound of the words spinning through Ludwig's mind, shooting down his spine and settled in his guts, making them burn and twist in such a delicious, sensual way.

"Ahh..." Ludwig's lips parted further as he felt his lover respond, his tongue sliding out to brush past the others teeth, invading, tasting, taking over and leading. The kiss cut off every ever so sexy Italian word that might've still wanted to flow over Feliciano's soft, delicious lips.

He could hear the noises that filled the room, the soft gasps, needy whimpers. The heavy breathing and still slightly forced down moans that Ludwig knew will grow heavier and louder by the ongoing of their love making act. He couldn't tell if these noises where coming from his lover, or if it was just himself who made them. Possibly it was from both of them.

It turned him on. So much...

The feel of Feliciano's skin and his hair in his hand, holding him in place and secure in his arm. His muscles strained and shivered, his hand pressing against the small of the other's back. Pushing and pressing their bodies together as close as possible and when Ludwig felt his blood rush hot and desperate through his veins, his need coiling in his stomach, searching and finding a vent, he knew he was lost to his lover for the rest of the night.

Ludwig had to break the passionate kiss to let free a moan that forced itself out of his throat when he thrust up against Feliciano's hips, grinding their lower bodies together. He knees grew week and the throb in his now blooming arousal didn't make it any easier to fight the spreading dizziness. Ludwig's mind started to drown and flow away in fogs of lust.

"The bed..." Ludwig's voice was hoarse, lusty and low. "Feliciano, be careful... The bed is right behind you." Oh yes, even in moments of desperate need and when he lost himself to the feral instincts he had and the greedy self he was, Ludwig would still think of the Italian in his arms. Warning him what kind of dangers threatened him, to be prepared and protected to what might be behind his back.

Ludwig pushed himself against Feliciano, backwards to the bed, the hollows of the other's knees bumping against the edge of the mattress.

Feliciano had no qualms about giving into Ludwig’s wills, especially during moments like this. He trusted Ludwig, and he knew the German would do all in his power to make him feel wonderful. So there was nothing more for him to do than let out soft moans of pleasure as Ludwig’s tongue pressed pass his lips, welcoming it into his mouth eagerly. His grip tightened on the German as the kiss grew more frenzied and impassioned, mind filled with white-noise.

But his mind was soon wiped clear of even that as Ludwig’s hips grinded against him, thrusting up against his lower body and causing him to gasp out desperately. How could it be so easy for the German to turn him to nothing more than a quivering mass? The blond tried to claim he was unexpected, but whenever he let himself become lost in the moment it was the Italian himself who had to try hard to catch up.

He vaguely acknowledged that Ludwig had spoken—but the meaning of what he had said had long escaped the Italian. He soon found himself pushed against the bed however, though he could not bring himself to care as well. On the contrary, it was a welcome change of pace, giving him an opportunity to feel more of the German, loving the way Ludwig’s whole body could envelope his own.

Feliciano’s hands moved down, running over the German’s shoulders. His mind had finally recovered enough to let himself act on his own accord—so he did, trailing desperate kisses across Ludwig’s check and down his jaw line, pausing at his neck.

He had been with Ludwig long enough to know what attention to his neck did to the German, and he wasn’t afraid to use that knowledge now. Anything that could make Ludwig moan out and lose control more…that was all Feliciano wanted. He parted his lips and breathed hot against Ludwig’s flushed skin before letting his tongue dart out to taste, moaning low.

The Italian loved to feel Ludwig’s hands on him, loved for Ludwig to touch him, adore him, make him feel wonderful…but he enjoyed doing the same for Ludwig just as much. And he would do anything to make sure it was so.

“Sei tutto per me…” He repeated the words again, letting his lips ghost up Ludwig’s skin. “Haa…la mia vita…” His teeth gently scraped down the column as well, before he gave the flesh a strong nip, pressing his lips firmly against him to suck.

Ludwig was torn. One part of himself hated weakness. Especially the one that came from his neck. Sensual, erotic, erogenous. The skin on his neck way to soft, touches, licks and gentle nips drawing moans and gasps out of Ludwig's throat. He grasped his lovers backside in strong, shivering hands and pushed their bodies together, pressing his eyes closed. But on other hand he loved the sensations this weakness caused him. Shivering, body trembling and mind fogged with lust. Every brush of Feliciano's tongue over his skin, every hot breath caressing his neck, driving him further into his lust until his knees grew weak, wobbling down onto the bed.

He wanted to tell Feliciano to not leave marks on obvious visible places that might cause embarrassment the next day, but the other once again spoke in his native language and Ludwig's trail of thoughts was forgotten.

"Fe... Ah. F-Feli...!" He let himself flop backwards onto the bed, not letting go of his lover to drag him along, not wanting to loose the sweet, mind numbing contact. Ludwig's desperation for his lover took over and he tilted his head with a low, needy moan, allowing the other full access over his neck.

What did weakness matter right now? Nothing.

None of them was stronger, none of them weaker. They were equal in their need for each other. Ludwig gave himself fully into Feliciano's hands. Wanted to be loved, touched and needed as much as he wanted to love, touch and need himself. Fully taking over Feliciano's everything and becoming one soul, one body, one world.

Ludwig moaned, bis back arching from the bed up to his lover on top of him, his legs spread and shifted over the bedsheets, falling deeper and heavier, every new scratch of Feliciano's teeth against his sensitive skin pushing him further into his lust. He was painfully hard now, feeling his throbbing need pressed strong against his lovers own, clothed arousal. And when the Italian started to suck up the skin on the crook of his neck, his most sensitive patch of skin, the blond almost cried out and roughly squeezed the others backsinde in his hand, thrusting up for delicious friction.

"N-Nein! Ahh...!" To much. Ludwig's eyes snapped open, his glance fixed on the ceiling as he took a few, steading breathes, filling his lunges with badly needed air. This was to much. At this pace Ludwig would come even before they had their boxers off. The blond knew he was weak towards Feliciano. That he was needy and desperate, but he didn't want to be done so fast, so wild an feral. Only relaying on instincts instead of dependence.

It was to much, and yet not enough.

"Not l-like this." His breath was heavy, hot and lusty. "Stop!" The blond got enough of his wits together to squirm underneath his lover, reaching for the only purchase he really had in such a situation. Ludwig used this weakness to make Feliciano his own, just like the Italian used Ludwig's weak points. He needed control back, he needed to take over. He needed Feliciano.

So Ludwig snatched the wild haircurl that stuck out of his lovers brown locks and gave it a strong tug, knowing exactly what this move would cause.

The reaction was instantaneous.

Feliciano was so distracted by his actions—enjoying the sounds he could cause Ludwig to make, heart pounding with excitement and pride, lips busy sucking and tongue brushing against the spot he was coveting—that he could barely focus on what Ludwig was doing besides being close to him, and most definitely did not expect the fingers to curl around his weakest of spots.

“Ha!” The gasp was sharp against Ludwig’s neck, cutting off all breath from his already tortured lungs. His curl, that inexplicable strand of hair that could easily bring him to his knees—Ludwig always knew how to abuse it.

His fingers curled against Ludwig’s chest as his mind was wiped clean once again, forgetting where he was and what he was doing. All there was pleasure, blurring and burning everything away for a moment. “L-Ludwig!” He moaned out desperately, letting his head lift from the others neck, eyes squeezed shut. Of course he loved giving Ludwig pleasure, but he was greedy himself, and the only thing he could comprehend at the moment was the hot tingles of pleasure traveling down his spine at a single tug of that curl.

Hips began to rub again his lover beneath him almost of their own accord, the Italian seeking more pleasure and relief to the strain in his pants. Feliciano moaned at the combined feeling, face growing hot as the desperation began to burn the air from his lungs again.

But he couldn’t be completely outdone. Pushed on by the passion and the pleasure from the attention to his curl, Feliciano ran his hands up Ludwig’s chest again, holding the blonds cheeks between his palms. “Haa, b-bacciami.” His tongue ran over Ludwig’s lips, panting his words against his mouth. “Toccami ancora…”

Feliciano took the other’s lip between his teeth, muffling a moan as he tugged and sucked on it desperately, continuing the grinding of his hips against him.

Ludwig let out an low growl as Feliciano spoke Italian once again, not able to look away when his lover cupped his cheeks and made him glance right into these amazing ember eyes. It felt as if these shimmering orbs of gold could see right into his soul, mirroring Ludwig's want with their own desperate lust. The blond could see himself in his lovers eyes. Both equal once again, in need and devotion for each other.

A lewd moan drew itself out of Ludwig's throat once Feliciano snatched his lip for a passionate kiss. It was almost painful, yet exciting and it left the blond briefly wonder if the roughness of this action would leave his lips bruised in the next morning.

Ludwig didn't kiss back though.

Instead he brushed his fingers over the whole length of Feliciano's erogenous curl, giving it an other sharp tug once he reached its end. Oh, Ludwig loved how he could turn on the other so easily. With just a kiss, a touch and maybe with the promise to let his lover lick the leftover pasta-sauce from dinner off of his chest. Not that he wanted that now. Just a suggestion... Nothing could tear Ludwig away from his lover right now. Especially not the cold sauce in the kitchen.

With a last twirl of his fingers Ludwig finally let go of the others curl and took in a deep breath, pushing himself up and swiftly flipped Feliciano over. It was time to take over, taking the lead, time for being in charge, time for being on top.

Time for some action.

Ludwig sat back, hissing at the delicious sensation of his painfully hard erection rubbing against the fabric of his boxers as he straddled Feliciano's waist, settling down on top of him. He looked down at his lover, soaking up the sight of the smaller man underneath him. Sprawled out and flushed, panting heavy, hard and needy, sweat shimmering on his tanned skin. Ludwig couldn't remember he had ever seen such an amazing sight. How could Feliciano look so appealing and delicious by just lying on the messed up sheets?

And suddenly Ludwig changed the pace.

He moved his arms, grasping the hem of his tanktop to pull it off of his torso with a slow but yet swift move. He kept his eyes locked on Feliciano's face, observing his reaction, loving to see him like this. Ludwig took a deep breath and strained his muscles, letting his chest swell and tremble as he exhaled, giving his lover a very rare, almost devious little smile as he threw his tanktop over his shoulder and shifted slightly to rub against the other's throbbing need underneath himself.

The longer the German pulled on that strand of hair the more shameless noises Feliciano made against Ludwig’s lips, mewling sounds of pleasure into his mouth until the tug cut of his breath with a sharp gasp. He was much too easy to get!—but it felt much too good not to give into the feeling. He couldn’t explain why the curl did such things to him; blurring his thoughts, causing him to shiver and moan, making him more aroused than he could stand.

But who was he to argue against such a sinfully good feeling?

The final tug forced him to tear his lips away from Ludwig’s to struggle for breath—however it didn’t matter much since he soon found himself on his back, his lovers most obvious erection rubbing against his own in the most delicious of ways through his pants.

The German was above him, a devilish smirk on his lips that gave Feliciano more shivers than any other action this night so far. And he was stripping his shirt—oh God, if Feliciano could just memorize the movements and play them over and over in his mind, watching the German’s sculpted muscles ripple under his skin as his body moved…

It was beautiful, just beautiful—and downright sexy. Another thing that Ludwig could be was sensual (something else he would try to deny, but Feliciano certainly knew better), and by God if he didn’t have the body to do it. The epitome of masculinity and a fine example of power and fitness, his lover might as well be cast in marble. Not that the German didn’t have a scar here and there or a mark or two, it in no way marred his perfection in Feliciano’s eyes.

He was still distracted by the rolling of hips against him—and he hoped wouldn’t stop anytime soon—but the Italian still couldn’t resist reaching up to feel the chest revealed to him , back arching up to meet Ludwig’s grinding. His eyes roamed hungrily over the expanse of skin before flashing up to meet Ludwig wonderfully blue eyes, a smile breaking through his panting. “H-Heh…show off~”

Feliciano tore his hands away from the German’s chest almost reluctantly, but he had another task at hand. He reached up to unbutton his own shirt, slowly letting his fingers draw down his own chest, biting back the moans that were still bubbling his throat. As soon as he finished his task he started to work at the belt at Ludwig’s pants with a little more vigor, tugging it from his pants. One article down, two to go.

Feliciano's hands on his torso, chest and stomach felt downright amazing. His lovers usually so clumsy fingers were surprisingly skillful when it came to either cooking or making Ludwig feel good. And the other proved this point to perfection by brushing his hands over pale skin. The blond arched into his lovers touches, hungrily soaking in air just to let it out in a low, growling moan.

Ludwig's smile grew slightly wider and he watched Feliciano underneath him. Feeling bold he moved his hands up to his own neck once the others hands were gone from his body to unbutton the shirt. He never broke the eye contact to his lover as he drew his hands down over his own neck, hissing out and letting his eyelashes flutter briefly as he brushed his fingertips over the mark Feliciano had left him earlier. It stung a little bit, but it was made out of love, so Ludwig would wear it with pride, as prove of the others devotion towards him.

Fingertips moved further down and briefly circled around his own nipples, more lewd noises of lust ripping from his lips. These sensitive patches of skin had already harden themselves under Feliciano's touch and now sent electric shocks of need down Ludwig's spine.

He had to force himself to stop moving his hips or he would loose himself to soon. That's something Ludwig certainly not wanted right now.

Once Feliciano's hands had undone and removed Ludwig's belt, the blond firmly grasped his lovers wrists in a firm hold and moved them, gently pinning them down against the bedsheets. This kind of control was just delicious. Feliciano wanton and needy underneath him, open and submissive just plainly begging to be done hard by every ragged breath he took.

Oh, how Ludwig wanted to just reach over, pull the drawer of his nightstand open and get the handcuffs out. Not that he ever would admit to anyone that he had this kind of kinks or toys. Of course not. But the handcuffs were there, and Feliciano knew it. Ludwig had used them before and even if his lover had complained and whined about it every time the blond had clicked the metallic loops around the others wrists, in the end the Italian didn't really mind.

"Don't move..." Ludwig's voice was low and he couldn't really fight the image of his lover tied to the head of the bed, begging for more, more touches, more kisses... deeper thrusts... He had to get the handcuffs out.

Of course the blond had to ask his lover first. Ludwig would never do anything on Feliciano that the Italian would not hundred percent agree with. But once in a while the other refused to submit and give into Ludwig's kinky demands, so the blond tore his eyes away from his lovers face and leaned into the direction of his nightstand when something on the bed caught his interest.

His belt...

Ludwig let go of one of Feliciano's wrists and reached for the belt, picking it up. He looked at it for a few moments and then turned his glance back towards his lover, the belt in his hand and a shy, questioning expression on his flushed face.

There was no resistance from Feliciano when Ludwig’s hands had moved from his chest (the damn tease that he was being—it was hard enough to focus on getting that belt unhooked without the blond being so alluring) and pinned his own wrists to the bed, looking up at Ludwig with pure yearning. He didn’t mind Ludwig having or taking the control during times like this. It was control, yes…but much different than the usual stern order the German conducted himself under. It was a control in a way that Ludwig seemed to lose control —letting the feeling take over him and act on instinct rather than manuals. And Feliciano loved it. He would never take that away from him.

He was thoroughly enjoying staring up at his Ludwig, veins on fire with anticipation of the acts to come, lips still parted with his panting and twisted with a small, amused smirk.

Feliciano eagerly obeyed Ludwig’s command to stay put, letting his arms rest over his head against the sheets. However, a flash of confusion crossed the Italians face when Ludwig seemed to hesitate before grabbing the belt off the bed, a silent question in his gaze.

His mind was foggy, but it only took a few moments for his mind to catch up on the implications Ludwig was making—after all, he should know better with the kinks Ludwig had.

Though the Italian himself wasn’t fond of being bond, it didn’t mean he couldn’t find enjoyment in it. It was another instance of control—letting him offer his body completely to Ludwig. He knew Ludwig would never hurt him, and every time they had indulged in such a kink before the German had pleasured him beyond belief.

It was just his reliance on touch that made it uncomfortable. He didn’t want his hands to be unavailable. He wanted to feel Ludwig as much as he wanted to be felt; wanted to embrace him, run his hands over his body, trace the lines of his face and feel the warmth and his heartbeat under his palms. He loved that kind of connection.

Then again…the worshipping touches he received from Ludwig while he was bound as such were also nice. There was no way he wouldn’t be satisfied after it was said and done.

His feelings were conflicted, but…how much could it hurt him to let Ludwig enjoy himself? If he really didn’t like it, he was sure he could get some gentle attention from his lover later.

So the Italian only smiled and gave the German a small nod, relinquishing all the control to him.

A small smile of his own was Ludwig's reaction to Feliciano's silent permission. "Danke.." In moments like this the blond really wondered how he deserved such a wonderful lover and partner. Who played along instead of calling it 'sick' or 'pervert'.
His blush rose further over his cheeks and down his neck, flushing his pale skin in shimmering red.
"I will not... fully restrict you." Ludwig tore his eyes away from the others face in slight embarrassment. Even if they did these things once in a while, for Ludwig it was still a very private thing to live out this images and ideas that swirled in his mind so deeply hidden under the surface.

He moved his free hand under Feliciano's back and lifted it up so he could swiftly slide the belt under his lovers body. "Only one hand. You will still be able to move your other hand and touch me on own accord." Ludwig reached up and took hold of Feliciano's left hand, firmly drawing it down to pin it against his side. Then he closed the belt around the others waist as if he would need it to wear pants. With this he tied the hand against his lovers side by the wrist, restricting his movements.

Ludwig sat back and glanced down at Feliciano. His tanned skin shimmered with sweat and his heart was beating so fast that it was almost visible hammering against his chest. The black, leathery belt seemed to cut his lovers smooth body into two halfs, the upper torso with these alluring red lips that Ludwig knew tasted just delicious and the under part with the throbbing arousal that was obviously in need to be touched.

"Wunderschön." It was just plain beautiful to see his love like this.

Offering himself in submission to Ludwig's full control. Not like the nameless and mostly faceless human beings in the movies Ludwig used to watch. The ones who were forced down on their knees because they got paid for doing so. It would give Ludwig images to watch this, satisfying his feral instincts for a while, but never for long.
No, Feliciano was doing and enduring it for Ludwig. Because he loved him... because he trusted him... Out of pure devotion.

Ludwig was thankful behind words. He promised himself never to abuse the power he had over his one and only love.

"Are you... Comfortable like this?" He reached out with one slightly trembling hand and hovered it over Feliciano's chest for a few seconds as if he didn't dare to touch such a breakable and precious treasure with his rough, big hands. Then he moved it down and placed it over his lovers heart, feeling it beating under his palm.

It was a…strange feeling. Having his arm bound to his side like it was. It didn’t exactly hurt (as long as he didn’t strain too much on the belt, which was a task within itself as Feliciano couldn’t help but want to squirm), but it was…weird. He felt unbalanced with only one arm under his control, and it was almost frustrating. He clenched and unclenched the hand that had been restrained experimentally, looking down at his own body with a frown.

But Feliciano supposed that only having one arm was better than none, which was how his usual bondage experiences tended to go.

His thoughts were distracted when a gentle hand rested over his heart, Feliciano looking up at the flushed face of his lover. Ludwig always seemed to enjoy things like this—quite evident in the way that he was looking at Feliciano now, only making the Italian’s cheeks blush in a color rival to the German’s. But the face looking down at him was also unsure, and the Italian was quick to erase any (well…most) of the discomfort from his face, giving his lover a little laugh and a shake of the head.

“Va bene, I’m fine!” Feliciano reached with his free hand to rest on top of Ludwig’s, giving it a reassuring pat. “It’s…well…but! I like having this hand enough!” He laughed again, trying to remove the nervous tone in his voice.

The Italian paused, before reaching up to rest his hand on the German’s heart as well, smile only growing wider at the frantic beating under his palm. “I mean…I love everything we do, and this doesn’t seem to scary, so…don’t worry?” Feliciano’s hand moved, fingers trailing up Ludwig’s chest to his shoulders, dancing over his neck until he could cup his cheek, staring up into Ludwig’s eyes.

Yes, he really did enjoy having this hand left, at least.

He let his hand farther trail across Ludwig’s jaw and around his head, gripping his hair to pull him closer. The Italian breathed in the German’s scent for a moment before pressing his lips softly against Ludwig’s. “You can go on, if you want to~” He spoke the words with a smile, letting his tongue dart out for a long and lustful lick against the German’s lips, breathing out a moan of approval.

Ludwig eagerly pressed his lips against Feliciano's once they touched. He immediately parted them and pressed his tongue against his lovers, taking it over. The lead was his again, as it was supposed to be. The other let him and allowed him full access. Ludwig shifted, sucking at his lovers lips with a feral moan, his tongue tasting and dancing into the others mouth as he growled into the passionate, hungry kiss.

But the kiss was broken soon and Ludwig moved to sit back, his chest moving in heavy breathing as he looked down at Feliciano, his eyes heavy lidded and his face flushed in need. He reached out with still trembling hands and brushed his thumbs over his lovers cheeks almost gently before sliding his hands further down and curling his fingertips over his soft, tanned neck.

"So kostbar... so wunderschön..." Ludwig almost breathed his words out in low whispers, not caring about language or meaning. They flew out of his mouth and left his lips to fill the room with their sound. "Mein ein und alles..."

Ludwig's hands moved further, now trailing over Feliciano's collarbones down to his chest. He paused briefly to feel the others frantic heartbeat and his hardened nipples under his palm. Ludwig glanced down to his hands wondering how big they seem on Feliciano's slender, almost lithe body. He could cup all of the others chest just by spreading his fingers over the others skin.

"Hmm. Köstlich..." Ludwig's fingertips reached Feliciano's stomach and he brushed his thumbs over the leather surface of his belt with a sensual hum. He left one hand on the belt to feel it under his palm and moved his other hand even further down to fumble with his lovers own belt and buttons to get his pants open.

Feliciano's neck suddenly caught Ludwig's interest as it pulsed in the pace of his heartbeat. He leaned down and briefly licked it and then shifted his head with a low moan against his lovers skin. Then he parted his lips and sucked up the skin of the crook of the others neck, lightly biting down to leave his own mark on Feliciano's flawless skin.

Feliciano wouldn’t have minded if they could’ve kept kissing forever—with the German on top of him, his tongue brushing against his sending tingles of pleasure down his spine, Ludwig’s taste and scent enveloping him completely and blurring his thoughts—but but the time Ludwig had pulled away he was more than a little breathless, panting hard as the other appraised him.

Then there was more of Ludwig’s hand on his skin, causing more shocks of pleasure to spread through his body, cheeks growing hotter (if it was all possible at this point) as the rough fingers trailed over his check, down his neck, and to his chest. His body writhed under the tender touch, his bound hand itching to move and touch the German as well. But he settled for resting his free hand on Ludwig’s shoulder, fingers gripping tightly as he focused on the touch.

And the sound as well—there was nothing more alluring to the Italian than the German speaking his native language. German wasn’t his forte (he could barely get halfway through a German newspaper without giving up), but it wasn’t the words he was focused on. It was the sound—deep and rich, husky from passion, chest rumbling with every word—it was completely maddening . Ludwig would say his language wasn’t beautiful—but to Feliciano, there was something about it. Some pure, raw emotion that could only be present while his lover spoke his language.

He was eager as Ludwig began to focus on his pants, another flash of heat traveling through him at the thought of finally being rid of them and closer to the blond. But his focus on the German’s hands (or on anything at all) was quickly cut short as a tongue suddenly brushed against his neck.

A guttural sound ripped from Feliciano’s throat as Ludwig began to suck, body arching off of the sheets. Oh God, that shouldn’t be allowed to feel so good. His hand was quickly in Ludwig’s hair, gripping tightly as he mewled out in pleasure, the hand forced to his side digging into his own thigh.

“L…Ludwig!” His voice and mind faltered him as his sensitive skin was assaulted, reduced to nothing more than putty in Ludwig’s hands.

A low, feral growl rumbled in Ludwig's throat as he kept working on Feliciano's neck, letting go of the swollen patch of skin just to tilt his head lightly and sucking up yet an other possessive mark on the others neck, closer to his shoulder this time. The blonds fingers shifted to his lovers hips and locked into the hem of his pants, pulling them down eagerly, all along with the boxers.

Ludwig didn't move from position to not end his job on Feliciano's neck. He left the others pants halfway down his knees and brushed his fingers up again, feeling the soft skin and wavering heat from the inside of his lover thighs once his fingerpads trailed over their flesh. Finally ending his assault on the others delicious neck, Ludwig shifted and started to kiss a maddening slow line of teasing butterfly kisses over...

... Feliciano's throat...

down over the sneaky hollow between his collarbones...

And further down over the middle of his chest,

... Feliciano's stomach quivered under Ludwig's lips once they reached it,

The blond briefly dipped his tongue into his lovers navel with a hum and then...

Stopped at the belt around the smaller mans waist. Such a wonderful sight. Ludwig took in a deep breath and darted out his tongue to lick over the surface of the belt, it tasted of leather and felt warm, heated up by both their raised boy heat. The blond breathed in again and suddenly smelled something else then just leather and sweat. Ludwig merely smiled, he knew exactly what it was. Feliciano's private smell, spicy and alluring, saved just for private moments like this.

He shifted further down, sliding his lower body off of the bed to kneel between his lovers spread legs, his head lowering down until his cheek was pressed the others waist. Ludwig looked Feliciano's arousal over briefly and then took another deep breath of it's smell before he breathed out slow and hot over the full length of the others shaft.

It gave a quivering throb at the hot air and a small wave of precum pearled out of the tip, leaking down and leaving a sticky trail of transparent liquid to Feliciano's stomach, the nasty but also tempting fluid almost soaked into the belt. Ludwig gave a small frown at the realization. He didn't want his belt to be ruined so he craned his head closer and darted out his tongue to lick up his lovers dripping need. The wetness of Ludwig's lick only briefly brushed over the tip of Feliciano's length but it was enough to gave another desperate throb and more pearly precum leaked out.

Ludwig pursed his lips as he withdrew and sat back to look down at the flushed man underneath him. "This will not do..." He mumbled. "You are to desperate to take it calm and slow." Shifting his hands he placed one of them on Feliciano's waist, making sure his fingertips brushed against the belt while his other hand wrapped their fingers firmly around his lovers restrained hand, holding it gently.

Then he lowered his head once again, pressing his lips against the head of Feliciano's shaft and sucking the dripping precum from where it leaked.