The First Night [R-18] (Germany and N. Italy only)

Ludwig had to swallow to clear his throat. Feliciano's sudden seriousness gave him a stung in his heart. He loved to see his lover like this. "I promised you more 'I love you's' and you'll get them..." The blond moved a little bit back and catches the others wrist in a gentle hold. "As much as you want to..."

Soft lips were placed on a tanned palm, kissing a line upwards over Feliciano's wrist and arm all way up to his shoulder. Wherever Ludwig's lips briefly left his lover's arm, a low 'I love you' was whispered against the warm, tanned skin. The tall man moved further up, kissing and licking along the Italian's neck to his ear, mumbling a final 'I love you' into the earlobe before taking the sensitive flesh between his teeth with a sensual moan, nibbling it gently.

Ludwig's hands snuck their way to the other's sides, brushing upwards to his chest, barely resting to softly rub his nipples before they found their way to rest on Feliciano's shoulders, urging him to lay back onto the bed so Ludwig could hover over him.

Letting go of the other's ear Ludwig tilted his head to look at Feliciano's face, giving him a bashful smile. "You know something..." A slight blush appeared onto the German's pale cheeks. "Everyone who noticed that we left the party will probably know what we are doing by now..."

Feliciano could only watch as the man trailed kisses up his arm, face flushed bright from the heat coursing through his veins once again. Every kiss left his skin tingling and every murmured "I love you" caused the Italian's heart to pound and his stomach to do flips; of course, this wasn't the first time he had his skin worshiped with such sweet touches, but there was something about this moment and these particular kisses that made him as flustered as if it was the first time all over again.

But such feelings were soon flooded by lust when the blond reached his neck, soft moans whispering past his lips at every kiss and lick. An almost embarrassed squeak escaped him at the words in his ear, but was soon replaced by more low moans as the lobe was tugged, shivering and gasping at the touch to his chest. He definitely wanted to feel more of that this evening.

It didn't take much urging to get him to lay back into the sheets, starring back up at the German, bright blush across his cheeks. He let out a breathless giggle at Ludwig's words--he always sounded so embarrassed about these things, even after they had been together for so long! "V-ve...maybe~"

The Italian brought his fingertips to his own lips, grabbing the fabric of the remaining glove with his teeth and pulling it away. "But...t-they don't matter~" Feliciano rested both of his hands on Ludwig's stomach, sliding them slowly over the muscles and up the German's chest, brushing over his nipples before bringing them up to rest on his shoulders. "...anyways, they're probably just jealous they don't have a wonderful husband like I do~" He glanced back up at Ludwig's face, giving him a small smile.

It was not that Ludwig would deny this relationship and the feelings that came along with it, but it was still a private matter. Not everybody needs to know every detail. Feliciano was kind of Ludwig's weak spot. Something he didn't like to show around. Ludwig had held every kind of affection out of public, just between the both of them. And even if he just proved his love to the little Italian all in public a few hours ago, it still kind of bothered him that the other nations most possibly gossiped and laughed about the fact that they were gone and having their wedding night together. But Feliciano was right, what did they matter now? He couldn't go and tell them that nothing had happened, like he used to do after every night he had shared with his lover before. This time it was different.

Ludwig sat back, slowly trailing his hands back down over Feliciano's chest and stomach, gently tugging the rest of the frilly dress away from the slender body he loved to enjoy so much, leaving the smaller man in just his underwear. Beautiful lady's lingerie actually. It did look really appealing on Feliciano's tanned skin, no bra but soft and innocent white fabric around his crotch, just transparent enough to let the curly brown pelvic hair shine through.

Lingering for a moment the blond frowned, keeping his focus on the only part of his lover's body that was still dressed. "I am wondering..." Ludwig swallowed once again as he noticed the heavy tone of upcoming lust that made his voice low and thick. "... if I should take this off too..." His thumbs slowly brushed over the hem of the lingerie, carefully as if he would be afraid to dirty it just with his mere touch. "... it looks so nice on you..." Blue eyes meet with brown ones, a bashful but loving smile lingering on German lips.

Feliciano was flushed once again, squirming at the way his lover was currently staring at him, dressed only in the lacy white underwear that remained. He wasn't easily embarrassed, of course...but there was still some things that would bring a bright blush to his cheek, especially now with the expression Ludwig had fixed on him and the compliments he had spoken.

He distracted his slight embarrassment by focusing instead on trailing his fingers back down the German's stomach, reaching the hem of his pants. "Ve...well, I-I don't mind either way, so it's up to Ludwig~" Nimble fingers had the pants undone in no time, working their way slowly back up his chest.

His hands reached the German's broad shoulders once again and he chanced a look back at Ludwig's face, returning the bashful smile with one of his own. "But I wouldn't mind feeling more of you~" Feliciano leaned up, wrapping his arms around the blonds neck again as he pressed a kiss against his lips. A long moan brushed against the German's lips as the Italian arched his back, pressing their chest together, tongue darting out to give the lips a long lick.

Ludwig lustfully parted his lips against Feliciano's and kissed back while he leaned down, never breaking away from the skin contact between the both of them. He rested on top of his lover, skin against skin but kept his own weight up with his elbows against the mattress so it wont be to heavy for the smaller man. Ludwig pressed closer to deepen the kiss, naturally taking control over it, low moans escaping his throat whenever their tongues brushed together, exploring each others taste and breathing in the other ones scent.

"Haa..." The need of air forced the blond to break the kiss, but he kept his lips against the other's, not willing to part from him. "Feliciano...." Ludwig's voice was thick of lust, his lovers name rolled sensually over his lips with the exhaling of heavy air. But at this moment there was no need for many words, actions would take place that meant so much more then all the words that were spoken during the day.

Ludwig briefly moved lower and slide back up, gently pressing his lower body against Feliciano's in a experiential, small thrust. The brushing together of their most sensitive regions, only covered by the silky fabric of their underwear drew an almost shameless long moan out of the tall man, the thin film of sweat on his chest made the motion slick and easy. "Nnnaa.... Ahh..."

It didn't take much to leave the Italian gasping for more, already sensitized to every single light touch from the German. The kiss had left him breathless, lungs burning from the heat building up inside of him; Feliciano eagerly returned the kiss as the man explored his mouth, trying to take in as much of the German as could, begging for more to taste and more to feel, clinging to Ludwig desperately.

Any thoughts were quickly wiped away from the first roll of Ludwig's hips, mind running blank as pleasure took over again. Feliciano moaned against the German's lips, pressing himself closer as a wave of trembles wracked his body; he was already so aroused and hard that even such a small movement left him on the edge of release.

"L-Ludwig...!" The Italian wrapped his legs around the man's hips, kissing and sucking at his lips in an attempt to keep himself together. "L-Ludwig, Ludwig...!" He stared up at his lover through heavily-lidded eyes, adoring the expression on his face, and relishing in the fact that it was Feliciano himself who had caused the stern and strong German to be lost in lust, powering his own passion to new heights.

He sucked the blond's lips into his mouth, nibbling and licking at them, gasping out his lover's name whenever he had enough breath to do so, rolling his own hips against Ludwig's with a sweet moan. "L-Lud...Lu-Ludwig, t-ti amo...!" Fingers ran through blond hair as he brought their faces closer, gluing their lips together once again, gasping breathlessly into the other's mouth. "T-Ti amo, ti amo...!"

Ludwig rolled his head back and his eyes fluttered close, a long chocked moan escaping him as he felt his lovers hips pressing up and thrusting against him, their erections rubbing together through the fabric of their underwear. "Haaa..." he shifted lower but kept the other's smaller body pinned against the bed, trailing a line of kisses along the others jaw and neck, licking and kissing down his shoulder to his collarbones, leaving little red marks on his way. Feliciano's skin felt warm and familiar as always when the German was lavishing it with attention like he did now, tasting slightly salty of the sweat and a little bit of basil. Some taste Ludwig was used to taste and he loved it. But yet... This night was not supposed to be like the others before, right? It should be special, unforgettable.

Stopping his kissing with a brief lick over Feliciano's right nipple Ludwig looked up with a slight frown to meet his lovers glance. There must be something to make this act of foreplay even better then usually. Ludwig wished he could take out the little red notebook and check what his lover would prefer now, his normally sharp mind was currently to much distracted by the lustful sensations caused by their actions to catch a clear thought about how to continue the love making. But the book was Ludwig's little secret and he didn't want Feliciano to know about it.

Blue eyes roamed through the room and over the shelfs trying to find something as Ludwig's glance lingered on the bottle of champagne and an idea struck the German's mind. "Don't move." Ludwig's lustfully low voice brushed over Feliciano's cheek as he got up. "I'll be back with you within seconds." And he rushed off of the bed and over to the cupboard to grasp the bottle of champagne.

Ludwig crawled back onto the bed and gave his lover a smug smile. "It might be a little bit cold..." With that he slide his free hand under Feliciano's head and tilted it back, pouring some of the sparkly champagne into his mouth to let him drink. Then he continued pouring the liquid over his lover's tanned skin, not at all caring about the champagne that run over Feliciano's sides into the bedsheets, spoiling them wet. Once he had reached the others lower body he stopped and let just a few droplets drip onto the innocent white of the Italian's lacy.

"Let me try what you now taste like." Ludwig reached beside the bed and put the bottle down, some champagne still remaining in it. "I bet it must taste like heaven, since it already looks like paradise..." This words were shamelessly stolen out of a random poetry book that ludwig had read some while ago, but the blond didn't care, he just lowered his head and licked Feliciano's alluring red lips, licking the sticky line of champagne over the others chest and stomach to slurp the sweet puddle out of his navel. "Ahh... Delicious. Way better then just out of a glass." Ludwig chuckled, the alcohol adding even more warmth into his body then the lust had already caused. He lowered his head to the tip of his lovers erection and whispered a soft 'I love you' against the fabric of the underwear that was still covering it before resting his lips against the throbbing shaft and sucking the champagne out of the pretty white cloth with a sensual moan.

Given the hazy condition of his thoughts, it took Feliciano a moment to register the German's words, only brought back to his senses by the man's hand on the back of his head, feeling the cool glass of the champagne bottle touch his lips. He drank the liquid obediently, unconcerned with the bit of the liquid sliding down his chin and onto his chest; after all, Ludwig didn't seem to mind. The cold champagne trailed tingles over his skin wherever it was poured, leaving the Italian giggling breathlessly.

The giggles didn't last long; as soon as Ludwig's tongue touched skin, the only sounds the brunet could make were moans and gasps, squirming and arching against the wonderful sensation. Every lick caused a new gasp and every suck left him moaning out his lover's name, finger's curling into the sheets as he tried to hold on, watching Ludwig lustfully as he worked his way down the Italian's skin.

However, when the German reached the lacy underwear, there wasn't even enough air in his lungs to manage a gasp. Feliciano wasn't even sure if he made a sound as the German sucked at his erection through the fabric, mind going completely white with pleasure. Hands scrambled more against the sheets; body and toes curled, his back arching higher, desperately want to feel more of that sweet torture. "L-Lu-Ludwg, L-Ludwig! O-Oh, D-Dio, L-Ludwig! Ludwig, p-per fa--o-oh, il mio D-Dio!" A flurry of breathless Italian escaped his lips, Feliciano already on the brink of passion. "D-Di più, L-Ludwig! Ludwig!"

Oh how Ludwig loved it when Feliciano was this way. All flushed and squirming, begging and needy for the other's sweet treatment. The Italian was mush under Ludwig's touch, left panting and moaning just by a mere lick of the German's hot tongue. Ludwig knew he could now do everything he wanted, every little fantasy he ever had, every dirty little kink could be played since Feliciano was in a state that had drawn him way to far into lust to mind.

But Ludwig just reached up and brushed his fingertips under the hem of his lovers lace, tugging it down to expose the tip of the other's erection. "Hmm..." He rested his lips against the throbbing shaft and hummed along the hot flesh. "Feliciano..." Then Ludwig took the swollen head into his mouth with a moan and circled his tongue over the tip. The taste of sweet champagne was immediately washed away by the spicy flavor of the other's dripping need.

Ludwig delicately started to move his head down, letting the shaft slide further into his mouth until the head pressed against the back of his mouth. There was no need to take it slow, Ludwig knew that Feliciano was already way to far gone, he wouldn't last long anyways. So he bobbed his head up and down humming and moaning over his lover's length, savoring the sensation, hungrily enjoying Feliciano's moans and cries. His hands sliding up the other's thighs and tickled the sensitive skin there. These actions made it quite hard for Ludwig to ignore his own need and he had to fight hard inside to force the heat in his stomach down. His release would come soon enough. Now it was Feliciano's turn.

Feliciano was completely undone.

The lips against his exposed erection left his insides on fire, and the Italian was left with no thoughts or words to describe what wondrous sensations he was feeling. A sharp gasp forced its way through his lungs, quickly transforming into a lustful moan as soon as he felt Ludwig's mouth around his length. His back arched even higher, head tossed back into the sheets as tears burned his eyes, pleasure assaulting all of his senses.

"L-Ludwig, Ludwig, Ludwig!" He reached down, the Italian's fingers twisting in the German's blond locks as his lover began to draw his lips up and down over his erection, stomach already twisting threateningly, too close to the edge. There was nothing Feliciano could do; he was completely left to the man's will. No matter what he did and no matter how much he tried to resist, he would always be left squirming and breathless under Ludwig's touches.

"A-Aah! Aaaah, L-Ludwig, sono già--H-Haa!" He yanked at the German's hair almost forcefully, mind completely lost in waves of pleasure. The mouth and fingers were driving him insane; his back arched toward the warmth, a trembling racking down his spine as he teetered on the edge. "L-Ludwig, Ludwig! T-tro...t-troppo...! H-Haaa!" Feliciano tossed his head back into the sheets with a shameless moan, orgasm taking a hold of him before he could attempt to hold himself back.

Ludwig felt the hot flesh throb and leak into his mouth and even without the hands that had gripped his blond hair and Feliciano's desperate Italian phrases, he knew how close his lover was. Just because he knew him so well. To many nights they had already shared together, for some things the taller of the two man didn't kneed an advise book. So he took in a deep breath through his nose and let his lover's erection slide further into his mouth, even a bit down his throat so he didn't need to taste to much of the other's release. Ludwig had swallowed this quite a few times, but he still didn't like the taste.

And when Feliciano finally came he just held his head still and swallowed, sucking the white warmth out of his lover until he could feel that the other man had given him all. Feliciano's lustful dark moans made up for it, that was sure. ludwig let go of his lover's shaft with a last long lick and sat back, looking down at the smaller man. "I do really hope this was not all for tonight." Ludwig reached up and wiped some remaining white from the corner of his mouth with his thumb and licked it off, holding the eye contact with his Italian lover to give him a smug grin.

Ludwig lowered himself down to grasp the bottle of champagne, taking a long gulp to wash away some of the foul taste in his mouth. "Because I really love to see you this way..." He put the bottle down again, sitting back to look at his lover with a tilt of his head.

There was not much more Feliciano could do but pant and tremble and squirm after his release, struggling to keep enough air in his burning lungs, hands twisting back in the sheets as he let the waves of aftershocks pulse through his veins. Ludwig was really too good, too good at making the Italian lose all control.

The shocks eventually subsided, all tension leaving his body as he let himself collapse back against the sheets, all inches of his skin still tingling pleasantly. Feliciano cracked open his eyes, relishing in the sight of his lover still over him. The words he spoke drifted into his mind, bringing him a bit out of the fog.

"A-ah...m-mi dis...mi d-dispiace, Ludwig..." An breathless giggle escaped him, lips still parted as he panted. "L-Ludwig...L-Ludwig is...j-just t-too g-good a-at that! E-Eh heh heh..."

The Italian let out a breath, still trying to calm the trembles and tingles assaulting his senses. "D-Don't w-worry, L-Ludwig...I-I st-still...w-want a lot more t-tonight..." He caught his lover's eye and gave a small smile, cheeks lighting up again from something more than just pleasure. "T-Ti amo, Ludwig..."

Ludwig settled down between Feliciano's legs, a smile lingering on his lips as he placed his hands onto the other's knees, giving them a gently squeeze. The German felt flustered at the way his lover praised him, this soft blush on tanned cheeks and the heavy breathing as the other spoke made his own erection twist painfully. It reminded the tall blond that there was still a problem for his own that he yet hadn't taken care off.

"Ah, that's good." He panted out, taking one hand from his lover's knee and rested it on his own erection, cupping it through the fabric of his boxers. "Because I am not done yet." Ludwig tilted his head and his smile grew wider, a lustful hint of passion added in as he slide down his underwear and got hold of his own length, slowly stating to stroke himself.

A low groan escaped him as he kept his focus on the alluring sight of his spend lover, his hand running up and down over his erection, dripping need leaked out and run down the shaft as he did so. "Ahh.. Feliciano..." Ludwig's mouth hung open as he worked on himself, pants and groans growing into lustful moans. "You are.... Haa... So beautiful."

Feliciano's mind was still a bit hazy, but Ludwig's action quickly helped him find his way through the fog. The Italian watched, almost transfixed as the blond began to palm himself through his boxers, the dark moans that followed sending another shiver of excitement down Feliciano's spine. The German's erection was soon freed from the cloth (a delicious sight in itself; much as appearances would suggest Germany was quite well-endowed), and a strong had had wrapped around it, slowly trailing across the enlarged flesh.

What left the Italian squirming and flushing however, was the look of adoration on the German's face as he pleasured himself, a look aimed at him. He wasn't used to being called beautiful--silly, sure, he was always called silly, or clueless, or air-headed. And of course he had been complimented before, like for his paintings or his cooking.

But to be called beautiful was something different, making his heart flip and his stomach twist. And to be called beautiful by the man he loved so much--to be looked upon with such adoration and longing was enough to make even the clueless and mostly shameless Italian blush. It almost felt like some sort of honor to be granted the German's affection and love, and Feliciano was sure to never give up that honor.

When he had finally found the strength to lift himself from the sheets and scoot to his knees, the brunet leaned up to place a gentle kiss on the corner of the German's mouth, smile back on his lips. "Ludwig~ You shouldn't do that by yourself..." He murmured lowly, a sultry tone twisting into his voice. He place his hands on top of the German's, gently pulling them away to wrap his own fingers around Ludwig's length. "...let your wife help you with that, ve~"

'Your wife' Ludwig was not sure if he would ever get used to call Feliciano this way. Though it also took some time until he got used to call his Italian friend 'lover'. Ludwig took in a sharp breath through his nose and arched his back into the other's touch, a throb of lust rushing through his length once nimble fingers wrapped themselves around it, taking over what Ludwig had started himself.

"Haa... Oh Feliciano." His voice was heavy, filed with the dark tone of lust. He didn't know if he would be able to hold on long since he knew how good his lover was at giving pleasure to his ..... husband? Ludwig wouldn't get used to that phrase either. The tall man reached up and placed his unsteady hands on the small of his lovers back, leaning his forehead against his lovers smooth shoulder. "Please..." Ludwig didn't even care if his plea sounded needy, he knew it did. His body suddenly felt heavy as if his strength got carried away by the other's actions and he had to lean on further against Feliciano, panting out open mouthed moans as he arched his back more to meet his lovers touch with shaky jerks into his hand.

Feliciano's fingers slid lightly across Ludwig's length, smiling as the light touch already caused he German to moan and squirm, taking a bit of satisfaction that he could drive his lover mad, too. He turned his head to give Ludwig's sweaty cheek a small kiss, gripping the man's length a bit tighter as he continued his steady pace, moving his hands slowly up and down over his erection.

"Ludwig è così bello..." His tongue trailed down Ludwig's neck, placing small kisses across his collarbone. "...e molto forte..." The Italian scooted back, kisses trailing down the powerful stomach and chest, lips smiling against the hot skin. "...e molto coraggioso~"

Feliciano paused when he reached Ludwig's erection, breathing lightly over the head as his fingers continued to stroke, hands moving slower and slower until they stopped completely. He looked up at Ludwig's flushed face as the man panted, giving him a gentle smile. "...sono così felice...Ludwig." He placed a featherlight-kiss against the hot flesh. "Ti amo, Ludwig..." The Italian's tongue darted out, licking up the underside of Ludwig's erection with a small moan, breathing hot against the flesh as his fingers began to move up and down again, more quickly than before.

Ludwig always thought Italian was a pretty appealing language and one day he would find the time to learn it and actually understand what his lover was whispering into his ear. With Feliciano saying these words they came out even more alluring, a sensual tone mixed into them, hearing his own name spoken in Italian colored his already flushed cheeks in a even deeper red. The tall blond let his eyes flutter close to focus on his lovers kisses, his hot breathing at the steady touch on his erection.

With every kiss that trailed further down Ludwig knew that his lover was about to do the same that Ludwig had done earlier to his lover. This didn't seem fair though. Oral pleasuring done by Feliciano was rare (which was mostly Ludwig's own fault since he almost never gave his lover enough space and control to take advance over the foreplay himself), and with doing it now that the German was almost on the edge of release this special occurrence would end up short and fast.

Ludwig lowly cursed as the first little kiss was placed onto the tip of his erection, his body to heavy to keep it up anymore and he let himself settle down onto the sheets now that the physical support of his lover was gone hence his change of position. "Feli... Haa... Feliciano..." Ludwig knew his words came out more like a whine then a plea and he let his head loll down over the edge of the bed, forcing the treacherous heat in his stomach down with all the little bit of willpower he had left. The blond wanted to enjoy this and feel it as long as possible so he breathed low and panted out, extending the act to get as much satisfaction out of it as possible.

The Italian smiled again, enjoying the sounds his lover was making and relishing in the fact that he himself was making the German squirm with such a small action. Of course, it wasn't fair to tease Ludwig so much, since the German had been waiting such a long time for release, and had even already pleasured the Italian so well...but that didn't stop him from gently brushing his lips across Ludwig's length, humming and blowing his warm breath over the throbbing flesh.

Feliciano wasn't thorough in many things, but when given the chance, he was at least a very thorough lover. His fingers slowed their pumping and his tongue circled the head of Ludwig's erection before taking him into his mouth, a shudder running down his spine at the sharp taste of Ludwig's need.

He just held him in his mouth for a moment, closing his eyes breathing deeply through his nose as both his mouth and his hands stopped moving. Then slowly, he drew his head down, taking in as much of Ludwig as he could hold before starting to bob his head, sucking and lips moving quickly across his length, one hand stroking in sync with his mouth while the other one wandered to the man's stomach, fingers brushing lightly against his muscles.

Ludwig gripped the bedsheets, clenching his hands into fists as he squirmed under his lovers sweet torture. Every lick of Feliciano's tongue on his arching erection and every hoarse moan from himself drove him closer and made it harder to hold on. "I can not... Haaa ahh.. Stand this pace..." Ludwig almost couldn't hear his own voice through the clouds of lust in his mind. "Please.... slow down... AH!"

But it was already to late, the way Feliciano's tongue worked on him and how the tip of Ludwig's length kept brushing against the back of his lover's throat made it impossible to keep his self-control. The tight heat drove him insane, static tingling in his ears, lust fully taken over as the sensation became to much.

"Nnnn, I... AHH!" Ludwig came with an arch of his back and a shameless moan, crying out as his release pumped out to fill his lovers mouth with white heat. Ludwig emptied himself, uncontrolled panting and breathless gasps filling the room as he kept trembling in the aftermath of his powerful orgasm.

"N-nngh!" Feliciano knew it was coming, but it never ceased to catch him off guard, always too focused and distracted with his job to prepare himself for when his lover would actually come. He squeezed his eyes shut and forced back tears as Ludwig's release filled his mouth and dripped down his throat.

It was not one of his favorite things to ingest (in fact, it may have been one of his least favorites, somewhere near Arthur's cooking), but Ludwig had done the same for him, so he swallowed the mess with a bit of trouble but without protest. The Italian waited for the erection to stop twitching before lifting his head to better swallow the rest, unable to stop his face from screwing up into a grimace at the taste.

Finally managing to convince the fluid to stay in his stomach, he sat back up on the bed, panting and catching his breath, tongue lolling a bit as he tried to ignore the taste still lingering in his mouth. Feliciano moved to settle on the other man's chest, lifting Ludwig's head to meet his lover's eyes, smiling. "I did a good job, ve?" He let out a small and breathless giggle, giving the corner of the blond's mouth a quick kiss.

The force of his orgasm had shut Ludwig's mind down, drowning it in the haze of passion. He didn't even notice his lover's discomfort as he trembled and breathed low, enjoying and savoring the sweet tingling of the slowly flowing away lust. A displeased groan escaped him as Feliciano drew back and suddenly left this drained erection out in the cold. The tall blond didn't want to loose the wonderful warmth around him yet, even if he did already come.

His lover's weight on his own chest pulled him back into reality and he cracked his eyes open to meet Feliciano's glance, giving him a tired smile. Soft and warm lips against his own caused Ludwig's heavy breathing to slow down and the smile on his lips grew slightly wider. He knew his Italian lover liked and needed to be praised after doing something good so he had to answer the other's question.

"It felt really good..." Ludwig lazily wrapped his arms around Feliciano's waist to hold him in support on top of his own chest. "Thank you." He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment to linger in the last remaining warmth of their shared act of love. Holding the man he loved so much in his arms like this made the stern man feel at ease and save. A sensation he did not have often just in moments like this when the world around them didn't matter anymore and just this two man and their feelings for each other would exist... in their own world of love.

The Italian squirmed happily at the praise, light flush returning to his cheeks as his smile grew wider. "Il mio piacere, Ludwig!" Feliciano buried his face in the crook of the blond's neck, unable to keep the wide smile off his face. "I just wanted to make Ludwig feel good, too!"

He took a deep breath, before letting it out in a long and relaxed sigh, thoroughly enjoying being held in his lover's arms like this. It was one of his favorite places to be; Ludwig was his strong protector, so being held like this was comforting; it had always made him feel like everything was going to be okay, no matter what the world was like around them.

And now, to be held like this after the night of their marriage...

Giggles started to escape the brunet once again, the thought of their marriage bringing the bright blush back to his checks. It had really happened! They were actually married!

"Ludwig, Ludwig~" He turned his head to assault the German's cheek with more kisses, breathless giggling never-ending. "I'm really...really happy, Ludwig!" He moved his kisses across the man's cheek and back to his lips, giving him a few quick pecks before burying his face back into his chest, nuzzling his face against his skin. "Ti amo, ti amo tanto! Ve~"

Feliciano was talking to much, defiantly! And his moving and squirming on top of Ludwig did somehow disturb the sensual peace of this moment. "Feliciano..." The tall blond mumbled his lovers name with a slight sigh, one of his hands sliding upwards over the smaller ones back to rest between his shoulder blades while his other hand trailed further around his lovers waist. He added gently pressure to keep Feliciano still and hugged him close against his own body.

"Ich liebe dich." These words were almost just a whisper, but they still meant so much. Ludwig tilted his head and sealed Feliciano's lips with his own, preventing his lover from babbling anything more by occupying his mouth with a deep kiss.

This slender, smooth and tanned body did fit just so perfect together with his own taller and more muscular frame. Every possible part of their skin was touching, physical warmth was shared in this ever so peaceful moment. The now softened flesh of their shafts were pressed together, not in lust and need this time but in ease.

Ludwig just held his lover close, sharing these moments of pure emotion with that one and only person he had ever loved and would always love as they had proved in the church today. And he knew this night was not over yet. Not until they had become one with each other.

It didn't take much to distract the brunet, but a kiss was certainly the best way to gain his full attention. The squirms instantly stilled, settling comfortably on the German's chest as he was kissed, leaning in eagerly to kiss back, humming happily.

Feliciano tilted his head as the kiss deepened, hands sliding across the German's shoulders and up the sides of his neck to tangle in his hair, pulling him as close as he could as the Italian ran his tongue over Ludwig's lips. He was immensely enjoying the way their breath mingled, the taste of the German's mouth, and the way he fit in Ludwig's hold, feeling his heart beat as all inches of skin touched; and the smile that slowly grew on his lips just proved how much he did.

He had to break the kiss in a fit of giggles again, cheeks aflame with joy as he stared at Ludwig with all the love he could muster. Feliciano moved his head up to give the tip of Ludwig's nose a kiss, before moving over to give both cheeks the same attention. He leaned up a bit to meet his lover's eyes, an almost embarrassed giggle escaping him. "Ti amo, Ludwig. Truly, I really mean it!" Lips met again as Feliciano brought his head down again, unable to keep the smile off his face.

Ludwig settled down, relaxed into the soft sheets and enjoyed Feliciano's now more calmer attention. "I love you..." He started to lavish his lovers face with the same kisses he got from him, whispering his words against Feliciano's cheek. "I promised you lots 'I love you's' tonight, didn't I?" His kisses moved down from then others face to his neck adding a warm tongue to lick the already marked skin.

He slightly shifted, running his fingertips along Feliciano's spine to feel the smooth skin before lifting himself up and gently flipping his lover over to come on top of him. "This night is not over yet, you know..." The blond placed his hands on the others shoulders and now trailed them down over his body until he reached his stomach. "There is still enough time left for lots more 'I love you's'."

Ludwig leaned down to kiss a line up over Feliciano's neck to his ear and whispered one more 'I love you' into it. Then he hummed deviously into the ear before suddenly snatching his lover's erogenous curl between this teeth and gave a slight tug on it.