Trainings camp! (+18 and only for N.Italy)

Ludwig emptied the last wheelbarrow full of leaves on the pile of compost behind the pavilion in the corner of the yard. Surly this had taken a while to do. As Ludwig had thought he was busy with this for about one hour. But now he was finally done and his mood had slightly lighten up. Not that he wasn't frustrated and mad at Feliciano but being done with work was a reason to be glad. And Ludwig was able to work without any kind of distraction. he haven't even heard his dogs, which was not really a problem since they were all well trained and wouldn't make any trouble even if Ludwig didn't look for them all the time. Ludwig left the yard and took the bucket of apples with him.

Entering the house Ludwig put the bucket down in the hallway and headed direct to the bathroom. He would bring the apples into the kitchen later. Now he just wanted a shower and clean clothes. The silence in the house was nothing that really bothered the German. For him it was just prove that Feliciano had finally listen to one of his orders.

Clean and new dressed Ludwig made his way to the kitchen without remembering the bucket of apples in the hallway. Ludwig sighed at the sight of the plate and coffee cup which Feliciano had left on the table after breakfast. He just put them into the dishwasher and left the kitchen with a bottle of cold beer. Sitting down on the couch in the living room he put the beer onto the couch table and opened a book he was reading in. A little bit of reading would distract him from the ruined day.

There had been a lot of maid outfits to choose from. A LOT. There were some that came with cat ears and witch hats, and some that looked like the strange robes he would wear sometimes when he went to visit Kiku; some Feliciano considered to be less like an maid outfit and more like tiny bands of cloth held together by strings to barely cover one's vital regions. However, in the end, Feliciano picked a much more conservative dress, reminiscent of the ones he used to wear as a child.

The dress was a deep scarlet, complete with a white apron and cap, and even came with a pair of white socks and bloomers. He wiggled into the dress, the hem dancing at his knees as he struggled to zip it up by himself, the dogs watching him curiously. After a bit of contortion on his part, he managed to get it zipped up with a small victory cry, patting down the front of the dress and fixing the white cuffs at his wrists. He managed to find some suitable shoes at the bottom of the box; he slipped them on along with the socks and grabbed the apron, hurrying to the bathroom.

Feliciano looked at himself in the mirror, giggling and twirling a bit. He had never really minded dress; he wasn't like Feliks, who would cross-dress at any opportunity, but after living with Hungary for as long as he did he was used to being a living dress-up doll. He put the apron on, having more luck with tying a big, pretty bow than he had with zipping up, and put the bandanna on his head. With one final look in the mirror, he rushed out of the bathroom, determined to find Ludwig.

However, he became a little side-tracked on his journey, mostly because he almost tripped over the bucket of apples that had been left in the hallway. Feliciano looked around, realizing Ludwig must have brought them in. "...Well, I did say I would make apple pie~" He hoisted the heavy bucket with both hands, stumbling off into the kitchen where he wasted no time getting ready to bake, pre-heating the oven and starting to wash and peel the apples.

The beer was gone faster then Ludwig had thought it would. Obviously he had to go and get some more. Sightly cursing himself he got up from the couch and walked out of the living room towards the kitchen. His thoughts focused on his beer and the idea to take more then one bottle with him this time he opened the door and entered the kitchen.

The sight of Feliciano let the tall blonde completely freeze in his motion.
Whatever Ludwig had expected to find in the kitchen it was CERTAINLY not this. The first thing he saw were legs. Long smooth legs covered in tight white socks which reached up to the knees. Slender ankles peeking out of red shoes with frilly bands. Ludwig's brain stopped responding for a mere minute. He just stared at his lover like he would see him for the first time.

Ludwig's brain slowly restarted to work as he had to remind himself to breath. Still not sure what to think about this view the German found himself starting to feel this treacherous heat tingling in his lower body. He swallowed to clear his suddenly dry throat as he allowed himself to let his eyes roam over this alluring sight in front of him. The big bouncing bow that held the apron in the place of its destination nearly covered the whole back part of the dress, making the Italian body looking slender and vulnerable. Almost feminine. Even if the other man was still turning his back to Ludwig, the German felt immediately turned on.

All the frustration he felt just moments ago was completely gone, forgotten all the anger he had for his Italian lover. Finally managing to find a few words in the mess that was currently his brain Ludwig almost choked on them as he asked in an already hoarse tone. "Feliciano..." He had to swallow again. "What are you... WEARING!?"

Feliciano hadn't even heard Ludwig walk into the room; he almost cut himself when the German finally spoke up, jumping in surprise. He turned around to face the man, a little bit wary of the reaction he might be receiving, but was relieved to see that it was surprise, not anger, spread across the man's face. That made things a bit easier for him.

"Eh heh! I felt really bad for ruining Ludwig's work, ve..." he twisted the hem of his skirt in his hands sheepishly, "...so, to make it up, I'm gonna be Ludwig's maid for the rest of the night!" He turned back to the apples, skirts swishing around his legs as he did, working hard to finish preparing the filling as quickly as possible. "So, I'm going to make Ludwig this delicious pie, and then I'll make you dinner since I didn't finish breakfast either! And I'll do anything Ludwig wants me to so you can just relax, okay?" He trotted over to the fridge, taking out two balls of dough. He unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled up his sleeves, sprinkling flower on the cutting board so he could roll out the pie crust.

"What does Ludwig want for dinner? Potatoes? Wurst? I'll make you anything you want!" He rolled the dough flat with a rolling pin, rocking back and forth as he pushed the pin with the flat of his palms. "Anything you need, I'll get for you!"

'I'm gonna be Ludwig's maid for the rest of the night!'

Even that one sentence made a bunch of images exploding in Ludwig's mind. Pleasant images. He had tried it more then one time... Actually he tried it like ten times every day, but Ludwig still did not get what was going on in Feliciano's head. All the knowledge he had collected over the years. All the books he had read, did not help at all to understand the way his lover was thinking.

Ludwig finally found the inner strength to move but his eyes were still fixed on the hem of Feliciano's dress, staring at his long legs and that little bit of tanned skin that was visible between the skirt and the socks. The German had touched and caress this warm flesh more then one time, but right now it looked way more appealing and smooth then it normally did.

Ludwig walked over to the table and held on it to steady his balance. His legs felt oddly numb and he sat down on a chair as he managed to say some still hoarse words. "I... I came here to... get a beer."

"Ve?" The brunet looked up from his rolling, straightening up. "A beer? Leave it to me!" He wiped his fingers on the front of his apron, brushing off the light coating of flour before skipping over to the fridge, grabbing a bottle. Feliciano even got a cool mug out of the freezer as well, pouring the beer into the mug before trotting up to Ludwig, placing it on the table with a bright smile. "There you go! One cold beer, poured just for you! Enjoy!"

He turned around with a giggle, turning his attention back onto the pie. He finished off the bottom crust and placing it into a pie tin. He then layered it with the apples he had sliced and a bit of sugar and other spices, quickly weaving a top crust out of strips of pie dough.

Finished with the preparations, he put the pie in the oven, turning the timer on. "There! And now we can have pie when it's done baking! I hope you like it!" Feliciano turned on his heels, facing the man once again with the brightest smile he could make. "Now, what else can I get for you? A newspaper? Something to snack on while you wait for the pie? Don't be afraid to ask!" He clasped his hands in front of him, waiting patiently.

Ludwig curled his fingers around the mug once Feliciano had set it down. But he did not drink from it yet. And he did not really answer Feliciano's questions either. Instead of that he just plainly stared at his lover absent-minded. It was like Ludwig was rolled over by the force of this new situation. He just needed at few moments to get over the embarrassment that caught his mind.

But once he was over the first heavy shock Ludwig let his glance roam over Feliciano's body, catching every single curve of this sight to burn it into his memory. Ludwig slowly moved his hand over to rest it on the other man's inner thigh. The sensation of the silky fabric of the socks made him almost whine out but he managed to keep enough control to take a deep shaky breath instead. Then he slowly moved and brushed his hand up over Feliciano's leg. Soft white socks turned into the warmth of skin and after a moment that felt like an eternity Ludwig slide his hand deeper and lifted the hem of the skirt to relive what was hidden under it.

Oh. My. God... Bloomers... This Maid dress was really complete! Now Ludwig couldn't help it but coking out a low moan, his body slightly shuddering on own accord. With this motion he poured a little bit of his beer onto the table. Noticing this he froze for a second and snapped back into reality scooting away from Feliciano and staring worried at the puddle of beer on the table. "M-My beer...."

Feliciano gasped out when he felt Ludwig's fingers on his leg, but he managed to keep completely still, shivers traveling down his spine as the man's fingers brushed against his skin. The seconds dragged on as Ludwig scrutinized him with his touch, Feliciano struggling to keep his mind out of dangerous waters. He was almost relieved with the touches stopped and Ludwig split his beer; it allowed him to finally breath once again.

"Ve, I'll get it!" He skipped off like nothing had happened and his chest wasn't beating madly in his chest, but he couldn't disguised the slight color his cheeks had obtained under the sweet torture. Grabbing a washcloth, he hurried back to the table, wiping away the spilled beer. "Let me get that for you~" He gently too the mug from the man's fingers, walking back over to the counter to refill it with more beer. He scrubbed the side of the mug with the cloth, wiping any trace of beer from the outside as he used it as an excuse to regain his composure, taking a deep breath before turning back to Ludwig with the same bright smile as before.

"Here you go! All better! But don't spill it all or will run out, eh heh!" He clasped his hands in front of him once again, waiting patiently in front of Ludwig. "Ve, now what can I do for you? Do you need anything?"

Once he got his mug back Ludwig took a good sip from it. The coolness of the beer helping to clear his throat and his thoughts. So Feliciano wanted to play again? Fine. It seemed that he would never get out of ideas. Ludwig took an other long gulp before he put the mug down looking at his lover intensive. "Yes... There is something I need..." He closed his eyes trying to fight down the blush that threatened to flush over his face, but failed. Then he opened his eyes again and locked his gaze with Feliciano's. Ludwig's eyes were darkened and filled with a devious glint. Making sure he would play this game only when he was allowed to make the rules.

"I need..." He slowly trailed his thumb over his upper lip and wiped away the foam that the beer had left there. His gaze still locked with his lover's brown eyes he licked the white foam off his thumb. "...You to do something for me..." Ludwig leaned back in his chair and slightly strained his shoulders. "The pie will be ready soon. Go and make coffee. Then we can eat the pie while it is still warm." This order might sound kind of innocent when you hear it first, but Ludwig had second thoughts.

Just imagine Feliciano twirling around in the kitchen and getting busy with doing the things Ludwig ordered him to do was enough to stir Ludwig's excitement. How it may look when hem of the skirt swirled around his lover's slender legs and how the bow of the apron might bounce up and down with every movement. Ludwig would just sit here and watch to see if the real action was as much turning on as the image of it.

"...Eh? Just coffee?" Feliciano tilted his head, almost wary of the look the other man was giving him. He had expected a strong reaction from the man, like the one he got when Ludwig first saw him, but now he seemed so...calm. Calculating. And the way that he licked the foam from his beer off his finger wasn't helping Feliciano's imagination of what was going on in the man's head at all.

The Italian suddenly felt a little self-conscious; he could feel the heat on his cheeks as he stuttered out a response. "O-of course! Eh heh heh, w-whatever you want!" He turned away from those blue eyes, bustling over to the coffee maker. "Pie tastes great with coffee! Eh heh!" He could still feel Ludwig's eyes on his back as he waited for the coffee beans to grind, squirming and bouncing on his toes. He was slightly confused by Ludwig's request in the first place; why did he want coffee when he already had beer? He shook his head to himself, starting to brew the coffee. At least the request wasn't hard; he had almost expected Ludwig to say something like clean the whole house or go outside and do more lawn work in revenge for earlier.

He bounced around the kitchen, mood lightening and wariness fading as he just looked to the bright side of things; the task wasn't hard, and he got to eat pie and drink coffee! He reached up on his tip toes, getting two nice mugs for them and sat them on a tray, pouring the steaming coffee into them. "Coffee is done! And the pie should be done soon, too!"

The only thing Ludwig did while Feliciano was busy with making the coffee was watching him doing what he did. The bow of the apron bounced up and down with every move the Italian made and the skirt swirled around these long, slender legs just like Ludwig thought it would do. This sight was almost to delicious to be true. Ludwig had to swallow hard and strain his shoulders once his lover was done with the coffee and turned back to him.

"That is good." Ludwig's voice was strong and demanding as always just a little bit of slight excitement shine through his stern expression. "While we are waiting for the pie to get done you should come over..." Reaching out for the Italian, Ludwig put his hand on Feliciano's back and pulled him towards himself. Then he spread his legs apart and made Feliciano standing in front of him, between his legs. "I'd like to get a good view on you..." Glancing up to his lover from heavy lidded eyes Ludwig placed his hands on the backside of the other man's thighs. He let his fingers brush upwards, ever so slowly, like he did earlier. Sliding them under the skirt until he reached Feliciano's backside, never breaking the eye contact.

Ludwig let out a slight groan as he rested his hands on his lovers buttocks, gently rubbing and squeezing them through the fabric of the bloomers. "Reaching up he brushed a fast kiss onto Feliciano's lips and settled his mouth over his lovers', without kissing him. "I can tell..." Ludwig's hot breath brushed over Feliciano's lips. "... that I like what I see... And feel." With that he gave a nearly rough squeeze on the butt in his hands.

Feliciano walked over to Ludwig when called, holding the silver tray in his hands. "Ve, okay--" He squeaked as Ludwig suddenly pulled him over, the mugs perching precariously on the edge of the tray. He put the tray on the table as Ludwig pulled him between his legs, hands flying to Ludwig's shoulders to steady himself. Feliciano looked down at the man, eyes wide and blushing furiously. "L-Ludwig? What..."

His question was lost at Ludwig's first touch on his leg, shivers running down his spine as the hand ever so slowly moved upward. Feliciano managed to keep staring into Ludwig's bright blues, already starting to pant, pants turning to small gasps as Ludwig began to massage his behind.

"L-Ludwig..." Feliciano breathed heavily into the man's mouth, already flushed with pleasure. A garbled gasp choked out of his throat as Ludwig squeezed him again, little moans puffing from his chest now. He gripped Ludwig's shoulder tightly, starting to squirm under Ludwig's abuse. "W-what about...the pie...?" At this rate he wasn't going to have any room left in his mind for thoughts about the pie in the oven, and the gourmet in the back of his mind just couldn't let a perfectly good pie burn.

Ludwig answered Feliciano's question about the pie with a strong kiss. He pressed his hands against his lover's butt, sliding his tongue into the warm carven of Feliciano's mouth sucking on his lips and moaning into the alluring warmth. Ludwig kept kissing his lover demanding for a minute or two, still putting attention to his backside before breaking the kiss for air.

"Haa... Yes. The pie..." He let his hands slip away from Feliciano's butt and shifted his position on the chair. It was new for the tall blonde that his Italian ally was actually listen to his orders and Ludwig was determined to make use of this. Especially now that Feliciano would be dressed like he was now for the rest of the day. He slowly stood up holding the eye contact to his lover.

"You will bring the pie and the coffee to the living room." Ludwig trailed his index finger over the frilly fabric of the apron bands before brushing a fast kiss onto Feliciano's lips. "I will wait there for you." With that he left the kitchen and walked to the living room.

Entering the room Ludwig closed the door behind him and took a deep breath. He opened the buttons of his shirt and pulled it open while he walked over to sit down on the couch. Taking an other deep, steadying breath Ludwig made himself comfortable and placed his hands on his thighs, straining his shoulders and focused his glance on the door, waiting for Feliciano to come in with the coffee and the pie.

Feliciano could only respond to Ludwig's intense kiss, breathing short, mewling moans into Ludwig's mouth as he licked and sucked and explored, the hand on his bottom still making him shudder. He gasped for air when Ludwig finally broke the kiss, panting and shaking in Ludwig's hold, mind no better than his body.

The small kiss Ludwig left on his lips before leaving broke his stupor, but left him blushing furiously. He watched the man walk away, holding his hand to his lips before his shook his head, slowly drifting over to the oven. For Ludwig usually being so stubborn when it came to love...times like this really took the Italian by surprise. Usually he had to coax any type of response from the man...Well, he was wearing the dress, but at the time he didn't think the response would be this strong. Maybe some blank stares and stuttering, but for Ludwig to take the initiative like this...It was...exciting. And a little unnerving. Ludwig was supposed to be the one taken off guard, not him!

The buzzing of the timer almost made him jump out of his skin; he quickly turned it off, sliding on a pair of oven mittens and taking the golden brown pie out of the oven and setting it on the counter to cool. He got out some plates and a knife, shaky hands cutting the pie into pieces and placing them down on the plates, putting a dollop of cream and a grating of chocolate on top of each of them.

He took a deep breath before lifting the tray laden with desert, walking into the living room as he was told. He couldn't help but stare as Ludwig stared back, almost tripping over his own feet. "U-Um...Pie's done!" He sat the tray down on the end table with a small smile, straightening up and patting the front of his dress.

"...what would you like next, ve?"

Ludwig had cooled down for a moment while he waited for Feliciano. His shirt hung open over his shoulders his chest still covered with his tank top. The tall man was just sitting there and focused on the door, just increasing the intensity of his glance once his lover opened it and came in with the pie and coffee. These long legs almost stumbling into the room, face flushed but focused on his task. Ludwig found that actually really sexy. This appearance of his little Italian fit him better then every lame try to train or do something else that the German would call useful.

"Come over here. We eat the pie together." Ludwig said, patting the couch next to him, to give Feliciano the signal to join him by sitting down. He didn't wait for his lover to sit down though. Taking his mug of coffee he took a good long sip from it before he started on the pie. Which was really delicious. Just like Ludwig thought it would be. Feliciano was just the best when it came to good food.

Ludwig said no word while he was busy eating his pie, pretending he didn't have any kind of interest on his lover. But he did, of course, glancing over to Feliciano from the corner of his eye. The tanned skin of the knees barely covered by the hem of the skirt makes him wanting to touch them really bad. But he forced himself to stay patient and just watching his lover eating the pie. So nervous and flustered, it made Ludwig grow hard even by the sight of it. Like Feliciano was jumped right out of one of this shameful fantasies Ludwig sometimes had right before he fell asleep.

Once Ludwig was done with the pie and the coffee he stood up, his glance focused on the Italian. "I'm going to take some rest." He walked over to the door, making sure Feliciano would not notice how far he was already turned on just by looking at his lover. "You will join me once you're done with putting away the dishes." Without looking back he left the living room and sat down on his side of the bed, his focus again on the door, waiting for Feliciano to enter the bedroom.
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Feliciano obediently walked over to the couch, sitting down and grabbing a plate of pie. Well, Ludwig had commanded him to do worse, right? And those times he wasn't even in a maid outfit. If all Ludwig was going to have him do was make coffee and eat pie, this day could be much more enjoyable than he thought it would be.

But he still couldn't help but fumble with his fork and he ate, blushing at Ludwig's stare. He was still not used to this obvious response from the man. Sure, he always wanted it, but now that he had it, he kind of missed the quick glances and blushes he usually got from the other man. At least he didn't feel like every move was being scrutinized then.

He had barely finished his last bite of pie before Ludwig got up, giving him more commands. "U-um, okay, Ludwig!" He grabbed the tray of dishes, trotting into the kitchen. He was happy to have an excuse to have the eyes off of him, the warm water soothing him a bit.

He finished up the dishes in no time, drying them and putting them away. He wiped down the tables and counters before wiping his hands on his apron. Feliciano had almost forgotten about Ludwig's second command, but he froze when he did.

The Italian peaked his head into the bedroom before walking in, feeling apprehensive for some reason. He still had no idea what Ludwig was thinking, although he could make a few guesses that sent tingles down his spine. "Ve, I'm done with the dishes~" He stood in front of the man obediently once again. "U-um...what next?"

Just sitting on the bed and waiting for Feliciano was meant to cool Ludwig down a bit, but it had kind of the opposite effect. Ludwig let his thoughts flow and considering that he was already turned on since he had put the first view on his lover dressed like that, the thoughts he got were quite pleasant for him. He closed his eyes and strained his shoulder while he crossed his arms over his chest. Why did Feliciano need so long? Or was it just anticipation that made seconds feel like minutes?

Once Feliciano finally came into the bedroom Ludwig's eyes snapped open. He focused the man in front of him with his dark glance, taking one deep breath after the other trying to concentrate his being on himself. And failed at that. "Next...?" The strong, low voice of the tall German was almost a whisper and sound kind of threatening. "Next, I'm going to take you."

Ludwig's hand suddenly shot out and clenched Feliciano's arm, pulling him down and made him fall onto the bed. Pinning the Italian down on the bed Ludwig was over him and held both of his lovers wrists in an iron grip to keep them on place over his head. "I'm going to do you like I mean it." Ludwig's voice was hoarse and demanding, making sure he meant what he said. "I'll not hold back. And I'm not going to be gentle."

He lowered his head and nibbled roughly down over his lover's neck. "You are a slut, Feliciano." Biting down on the soft skin of the other's shoulder he left a dark red mark along with all the others he had made earlier. "And Italian whore." Ludwig shifted his full weight on top of Feliciano and pressed him down into the bedsheets. "You can not run around dressed like that and turn me on like you did and then think I'll stay cool and let you go off the hook with a gentle smile."

Feliciano should have seen it coming, with Ludwig's actions earlier and the completely feral stare he was giving him.

"Ve? What--" He had been too focused on trying to catch what the man had been saying that he didn't even notice the hand shooting out to grab his wrist; he hit the bed with a yelp, eyes wide as Ludwig held him in his gaze, blue eyes already glazed with lust. Feliciano struggled against the vice grip on his wrist even though he knew it was useless. "L-Ludwig?!" He was cut off as the man spoke, eyes only growing wider, struggling becoming a bit more frantic. Honestly, he was a bit frightened of his lover at this moment, the dark, lustful gaze only increasing his panic. "Ludwig, w-wait! T-this isn't about earlier, is it? I'm sorry--AH!"

He gasped out in pain as Ludwig first bit into his shoulder, whimpering. Ludwig's words stung almost as much as the bite; he teared up, trembling instead of the fruitless struggles he had been making before. "L-Ludwig, d-don't! S-stop!" He tried to move his legs up to his chest to curl up against the pain, but the man stopped him before he could even attempt to move, pressing him against the cushions. He whimpered again, tossing his head. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Just--aah! D-don't! Stop!"

"You are hypocritical!" Ludwig licked up Feliciano's neck to the ear groaning his words into his lovers ear with a dark voice, still holding the wrists in an iron grip. "You are always begging me to do you. With every move you make. Every glance and every word from you is just meant to turn me on. And now that I'm going to have my way with you, you are whining." He suddenly scoot off of the other man and flipped him over to make him lying on his stomach. "It is my turn now, so stop complaining!"

Ludwig pulled open the bow of the bands that held the apron together on the back of Feliciano's dress. Then he eagerly forced the other's arms at his back and looped the apron bands around the wrists to tie them together in a way that made Feliciano unable to move his arms. Flipping his lover back onto his back Ludwig forced the other man's legs apart to sit between them.

He fold away the dress and slid down the bloomers to expose Feliciano's erection. "You're telling me to stop, and yet you are already so aroused?" Ludwig left the bloomers halfway on Feliciano's thighs so he could still see and feel them while he put attention to his lovers obvious need. "You just proved yourself a liar." Leaning down to Feliciano's lower body he licked up the shaft from the base to the tip and took the head of his lover's erection in his mouth to suck up the sweet pearls of dripping need.

He flinched as Ludwig reprimanded him, choking back a small sob. The deep voice in his ear made him shiver, the licks and nips at his neck causing him to squirm and gasp as his face grew hot. The struggles at the hand at his wrists grew weaker as well; he knew there was no way he could possibly break free from the man's grip. Feliciano tried to beg one last time, growing a bit frantic. The Italian had always been sure Ludwig wouldn't hurt him on purpose; this time however, he didn't know if he could handle what the German was planning, and that left him a bit scared. "B-But Ludwig, yo-you're moving too fast! Just, wait, please! I'm not ready--hyaaah!"

His face bounced against the bed as he was forcibly flipped over, gasping out. "L-Ludwig, wait!" His arms were behind his back before he could even think to escape from his grip, wrapped and tied securely in his own apron strings, hands unable to move from the small of his back. "S-stop, please! U-Untie me, ve!" He didn't like the sensation of being tied up at all; he struggled more fervently at the bonds at his wrists than he had ever at Ludwig's grip, tears starting to peak at the corners of his eyes again.

He didn't have much time to complain before the German had flipped him over against, wincing as he landed on his tied hands. A gasp broke through his whimpers as Ludwig forced his legs apart, pulling down his bloomers and giving his erection a long lick. "Ah!" He twisted his upper body, face now flaming from a combination of embarrassment and pleasure. Despite his fear, this was still his lover giving attention to his body, and he couldn't help but respond in kind. "L-Ludwig...d-don't..." The plea was barely a whisper, Feliciano closing his eyes and shuddering.

Ludwig, did of course, not stop. But he let go of Feliciano's shaft with his mouth though he kept stroking it with his hand. "No, I wont stop..." He hovered over his lover, breath flew hot over Feliciano's face. "You are so needy. I just give you what you deserve."

Licking down the other man's jaw he started to nibble roughly on his ear. "You always complain. Every time you say I am teasing to much. And now you say I am going to fast." Ludwig groaned against Feliciano's ear in annoyance. "I can never do it the right way for you." Suddenly the German let go of his lover and sat back to put attention to one of the Italian's legs.

He took of the shoe and pulled off the long, silky sock in one smooth move. Then he forced the middle part of it into Feliciano's mouth, tying the ends of the sock behind the back of his lover's head to gag him. "And now I can not hear your complaining any more." With that he wrapped his hand again around the throbbing erection and started stroking again while he kept his glance on the delicious flustered face of the submissive man in front of him.

Feliciano tried to hold back his moans, gasping out as Ludwig replaced his mouth with his hand. The voice in his ear left him shivering again; it was so primal, almost threatening, and a bit more frightening than he had ever been during training. Feliciano had never been this much at the man's mercy. He had always been helpless and needy and useless, but never this helpless.

With the man's hand away from his length and his lips away from his ears allowing him a clear thought or two, Feliciano tried pleading once again. "L-Ludwig, I'm sorry, I don't know, I'm sorry! Just--" Once again, he was caught unaware as Ludwig forced the silky stocking into his mouth, his eyes flying open in surprised. He twisted his head, trying to get the gag out of his mouth but to no avail; Ludwig had already tied it tightly around his head, muffling his pleas.

"Mmph!" Feliciano tried to push the thick cloth away with his tongue, gasping out as he struggled and twisted. Eventually he resigned to his fate, biting down on the gag instead. He closed his eyes again tears now rolling down his flushed cheeks as Ludwig continued to stroke him, arching his back at the feeling of pleasure he couldn't stave off.

"Is this what you really want from me?" Ludwig leaned down to Feliciano's face, his kiss on the other's cheek was almost gentle. "You want me to fuck you hard, right?" Slowly he started to lose control over the situation. His lover was so left over to Ludwig's mercy, the German could do everything he want now. Swallowing hard he increased the pace of his stroking on Feliciano's length, adding more pressure to make sure the other would feel all the desire Ludwig had to give him now.

"Don't you worry, horny boy. You'll get screwed for sure." Ludwig groaned needy against Feliciano's cheek, tongue flicking out to lick up the salty tears that kept falling from Italian eyes. Ludwig could feel the erection in his hand throb and the warmth of his lover's need coated his hand, reminding him of his own lust. "God... Feliciano. You need this so much, don't you?" The blonde grind his lower body against Feliciano's leg, rubbing his own full erected shaft along that one soft white sock that was still on the other's long, slender leg.

Choking on the gag as he gasped, Feliciano twisted his body again, muffled moans escaping through the cloth. He was frightened, but it felt so good. He was scared and helpless, but despite all that, this was still Ludwig who was touching him this way, still Ludwig who was breathing in his ear and kissing his cheek, still his voice making his head swim.

The hand never relented and the fire in his lower body only got worse, breath hitching as the pleasure became more and more unbearable. He could only squirm and writhe against the feeling, unable to grab or move or do anything against Ludwig's sweet torture. He slammed his head back against the bed, biting harder onto the sock as he fought against the sensation building inside him, squeezing his eyes shut hard.

Feliciano had never been strong, however. He couldn't help but come under Ludwig's teasing, crying out into the gag. His chest heaved as he panted through the cloth, eyes still closed and more tears streaming down his cheeks as he trembled.

Ludwig kept stroking Feliciano in a merciless pace and sat back as he noticed that his lover was almost nearing his peak. Once the first load of release pumped out of the Italian, Ludwig let go off the shaft and pulled the bloomers up over Feliciano's erection. A low moan escaped him as he fascinated observed the way how the warm white soaked through the innocent fabric of the underwear. "Wow... My dear Feliciano...."

He stared at his lover's trembling with dark eyes, thoughts drowned in lust as he trailed his index finger over the sticky fluid that coated Feliciano's lower body now. Droplets of it sticking in the skirt. "You messed up that pretty dress of yours." Ludwig tucked away the part of the bloomers that covered the other's entrance and rubbed his semen covered finger over the thigh opening.

A soft voice deep in Ludwig's mind told him to wait, to prepare his lover so he wont hurt him. It whispered to him that Feliciano needed time to adjust and time to come back from his orgasm. But Ludwig didn't listen. he was lost in his own feral instincts. And that was all that currently count for him. Eagerly he pulled open his own pants, hissing at the sensation as his erection popped free. "You'll get fucked now, boy. Really hard. Like you deserve it." Every hard word came out as a groan as Ludwig lined himself up, pressing strong against Feliciano's entrance.