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

Feliciano's head was swimming, the haze of his orgasm still slowing down his thoughts. Ludwig's voice called out to him from far away, and his was unable to make heads or tails of the words being spoken. He could've been speaking German for all the good it did the Italian.

The only thing that slowly brought him to the surface was the touch on his behind, sending a whole new fit of shivers down his spine. His eyelids fluttered open, struggling to focus on what the man was doing. It was only when he realized that Ludwig's pants were now open that he began to panic again.

He let out a long groan, squirming as Ludwig began pressing against him. He had no time to mentally prepare himself for this, nor did Ludwig help him physically. His jaw hung slack in a muffled cry, saliva dripping down his chin as he struggled to swallow with the gag in his mouth. "Mmm!" His chest shook with small sobs; it was painful, more painful that usual, and the pleasure that usually offset the pain had not had a chance to recover from his orgasm. He opened his eyes, pleading Ludwig with them, tears clouding his vision and he weakly writhed under his demands.

These big brown, tearful eyes that glanced frightened up to him had exact the opposite effect of what they should cause. Instead of slowing down Ludwig broke his way inside almost forceful, his dark eyes locked with Feliciano's pleading glance.
A dark, long moan escaped him at the sensation of his lover around him. Feliciano was tight as usual, his hot and now dry inside clenched around Ludwig's shaft as he pressed up all the way until he had himself buried inside of his lover until the hilt.

"Haa... AH!" Ludwig didn't move yet. He just kept himself all the way inside and savoured the feeling until his eyes fluttered close and passion took him over. He lowered his head down and licked hungry at Feliciano's shoulder while his fists clenched at the skirt for purchase as he started to move with powerful thrusts.

"Gottverdammt, Feliciano..." The rest of the sentence got lost in a long moan as Ludwig's next thrust hit Feliciano's sensitive, sweet spot. ".... du bist so... Ahhh... eng..." Ludwig moved his head slightly up as he growled and breathed hot against his lovers ear, trying to fill his mind with as much of his the Italian's scent as possible.

Even the gag couldn't hold back the cry of pain ripping from the brunet's chest as Ludwig forced his way inside, rubbing against him roughly from the lack of lubrication and preparation. He felt like he was being ripped apart, a burning sensation making his lower body tingle.

Feliciano was barely in the right mind to notice when Ludwig had paused, his length completely enclosed inside him. Small mewls of pain whispered past the sock in his mouth; whimpering was the only thing the Italian was capable of now. His body trembled, but he was too exhausted to struggle anymore. He may have not noticed Ludwig pause, but he surely noticed when he began to move once again, a low moan drawing from his throat.

He didn't know if it was the pause or the numbness or even pleasure that left this round less painful, but whatever it was he was grateful for it. He squeaked at each new thrust, eyes opening wide as Ludwig began to brush against his oh so sensitive spot deep inside. His length twitched, Feliciano beginning to arch and twist at the pleasure again, stomach clenching and squeezing Ludwig tightly.

Ludwig slowed his strong thrusts down a bit as he noticed that something was wrong. He could not really put a finger on it but it was bothering him. He frowned and glanced up to Feliciano while he rolled his hips to deliver a long almost smooth thrust. Struggling to get a clear thought into his lust dazed mind it suddenly came to him.

He was missing Feliciano's voice. This shameless moans that turned him on so much, the way his lover cried out his name to prove he loved what the German did to him. The way the Italian was gag made it almost impossible for him to make other noises then muffled groans.

Ludwig let out an annoyed growl and pulled out of his lover to flip him onto his stomach. The sight of Feliciano's tied up arms made Ludwig moan out, a jolt of pleasure shot down his spine and made his erection throb. He leaned down and kissed his lover's palms almost lovingly licking over the bruised wrists and rubbed his cheek gently over the apron strings. "Feliciano..." Ludwig's hoarse voice lost in a long moan.

Reaching up with a trembling hand he pulled open the knot that held the sock in place and pulled the gag out of his lover's mouth. "Let me..." He held his hands on Feliciano's hips as he lift them a little bit up to have better access. "... hear your..." Ludwig eagerly lined himself up again and pushed inside with a long, merciless thrust. "....voice... Ahhh. AH!"

Feliciano wasn't sure if he should be grateful or more worried when the German pulled out of him. Despite the pain, the abuse on his sweet spot had left him shaking, tremors running down his spine and his lower body tingling once again.

He barely squeaked this time when Ludwig flipped him over, too tired and bleak to make much more of a fuss. The blood rushed back to his fingertips painfully, wrists throbbing from the bonds. The light kisses at his hands only sent more shivers through his body; he closed his eyes with a silent sobs, forcing more tears from his eyes. Feliciano coughed a bit as the gag was removed from his mouth, panting in little hitches as he caught his breath. His mouth still felt like it was full of cotton, trails of saliva still covering his chin from the gag. "...Hngh."

The entrance was less painful than the first time, but it was still rough, a small squeak passing through his clenched teeth. "L-Ludwig..." He stifled a small sob, pressing his face into the sheets. Even the growing sense of urgency in his arousal couldn't distract him. "L-Ludwig...i-it...hurts...!"

The only thing Ludwig heard was Feliciano calling his name. The rest of what his lover said got lost in the fog of lust that filled Ludwig's mind. He clenched Feliciano's hips tight and kept thrusting in an incredible strong pace, moaning and groaning against the shoulder of the man under him.

With the pace he was currently going it was pretty sure that Ludwig wouldn't be able to hold out long. He was not able to get out more words, just growled incomprehensible words more to himself while he tried to draw out the act as long as possible. But the tingling that settled in his lower body and slowly crawled up into his length was to strong to ignore.

Ludwig bite down on Feliciano's shoulder right over the mark he had left earlier. Feral groans escaping his throat as he thrust out his last strong moves. His teeth dug into his lover's soft, already red skin until Ludwig could taste the copper flavour of blood in his mouth.

In and out, in and out; with each more powerful thrust, the pain just became more and more unbearable. Feliciano panted and gasped into the covers, twisting his head and breathing out half-moans, half sobs. His hands grasped at Ludwig's shirt, the only thing he was able to grab onto and twisted the fabric between them, trying to find anything, anything, to keep himself together. He knew there was no way to stop Ludwig now so he just resigned to his fate, clenching his teeth and squeezing his eyes closed, tears freely streaming down his cheeks and small hiccups shaking his body.

He did cry out at the bite on his shoulder; that pain new and fresh instead of the raw, dull pain he had been experiencing. With ever new thrust, pain mixed with the tingling in his stomach. If he was feeling this way, then he hoped that Ludwig was feeling it as well and that it would all be over soon.

Despite all he was going through, he couldn't squash the hope that maybe Ludwig would kiss it all better.

He came again, more out of necessity than pleasure, gasping into the sheets and trembling all over. "L-Ludiwg..."

It was Feliciano's cry of pain at the bite that send Ludwig over the edge. He came hard with a long load moan while strains of his lover's blood mixed with his own saliva dripped from his chin onto the bedsheets next to Feliciano's head. Ludwig trembled and gasped while he released all he had to give inside his lover.

Panting hard he pulled out by collapsing next to the Italian, seconds passed by as the lust left him and clear thoughts came back to his mind. Ludwig glanced over to Feliciano, still panting. The sight of his spoiled lover caused a stung of pain and guilt in his stomach. What did he do? Losing himself and hurting what he loved most. How did that happen?

"Feliciano..." Ludwig's voice was a silent whisper, he couldn't find words to apologize for what he did. Instead of that he just wrapped his arms around the Italian and held him close, licking up the last bit of blood from the wound on his shoulder. He leaned over and gently kissed Feliciano's flushed cheeks as he reached to his back to pull open the bonds and free his lover's hands.

"I... I love you."

Feliciano was exhausted and sore through and through, mind spiraling through a heavy fog clouding his mind. He wasn't even sure if he was still conscious until he felt Ludwig's strong arms close around him, a soft kiss soothing his feverish skin.

His arms fell to his sides when Ludwig finally untied them, feeling slowly returning to them. Feliciano's whole body was limp in then man's hold, his eyes still closed as he caught his breath, trembling. Ludwig's words caused his heart to squeeze, a shaky sob escaping from him before he could quiet it. "I..."

It wasn't like his feelings had changed. There was really nothing in this world that could get him to stop loving him. Even through the fear and the pain, he still loved him. Even now, he couldn't help but to love him. And he knew that Ludwig felt sorry for what he had done; it rang through in his gentle touch and the regret in his voice.

Feliciano rested his head against Ludwig's chest with a sigh, a few last tears falling down his cheeks. "I love you, too..." He began to fade out of consciousness, his exhaustion too powerful to resist. "I love you, Ludwig..."

Ludwig held Feliciano in his arms, wanting to comfort him and tell him that he regretted what he did. But obviously it had been to much for his lover. The Italian cowered in Ludwig's strong arms, passed out and silent. There was so much Ludwig wanted to say, so many words that were caught in his chest and needed to be said. But it seemed he needed to save it for an other time.

He inwardly cursed himself. For that he lost himself in the act. Ludwig hated himself for the fact that his body was so awfully satisfied and that it had felt so freakin' good. He swallowed hard and buried his face into Feliciano's hair. "I'm so sorry..., my love..." Even if his lover had already drifted away in his sleep and won't be able to hear it, Ludwig needed to say it. For himself.

There they were. Just lying there and feeling love for each other that was so strong that even feral instincts couldn't destroy it. Ludwig would stay. He would be here and held Feliciano in his arms until he would wake up. Like he always promised him...

"Ludwig, Ludwig~ Can you get the baking powder for me, ve? I can't reach iiiiit...." The Italian stood on his tip toes, trying to reach the little canister on top of the refrigerator. A bowl full of flour and other assorted dry goods was held buy his other arm as his hand fell horribly short of reaching the last ingredient he needed. "Veee, if we don't get the cookies made in time, Santa will never come and bring us presents! That would be horrible! I made sure I was really good this year, too! I don't want to get coaaaaaaal!"

It was Christmas Eve, and Feliciano was excited. He always loved the Christmas season; it was full of so much kindness and love and good food and presents, but he was particularly excited about this year since he would be spending Christmas at Ludwig's. He had spent all week decorating the house in greens and reds and golds, even helping to pick out the Christmas tree.

He gave up on that endeavor, walking away from the fridge with a pout. Feliciano put the bowl on the counter and grabbed a stool, balancing on it precariously as he groped around on the top of the fridge. "Ve....still can't....reach--ACK!" His foot slipped off the chair, the chair sliding out from under him as he began to fall backward. "VE?!"

Ludwig was focused on his own task in the kitchen. He got various cans with different integrities out of the cupboards. Pretty coloured candy drops and sugar made figures in different Christmas related shapes came up. It was Feliciano's duty to make the cookies, while Ludwig was supposed to decorate them afterwards. The tall blond liked this kind of thing. His hands were steady and the results of his decorations were always neat and nice to look at.

He just wanted to start on melting the chocolate for the chocolate covered cookies as he noticed Feliciano coming up with a stool and putting it down in front of the fridge. They had been together in the kitchen all the time but Ludwig was to busy with his own things as that he had cared for what the Italian did. Neither did he really listen to what Feliciano was continuously chatting about. But now it seemed that the German had to focus on the other man.

"You should not do that." Ludwig frowned at Feliciano's actions. "It looks dangerous." He had just finished his sentence as the Italian lost his balance and fell backwards of the chair. "FELICIANO!" Ludwig was by him in a mere second and caught him right on time before he would hit the floor. Holding Felicano in his arms he let out the breath he was holding. "Please be careful." Ludwig put his lover gently down to stand on his own feet and got the backing powder from the fridge without any kind of problems.

"Here." He gave the powder to Feliciano with a slight smile. "Be sure to make not so much cookies. They are just for the two of us."

"Don't forget some for Santa, too! He needs those cookies if he's going to be able to ride around the world all in one night!" The Italian hugged Ludwig, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before skipping off. "But grazie for saving me, Ludwig!" Feliciano began blending the ingredients together, humming Christmas carols to himself happily.

Soon the dough was ready; Feliciano rolled up the sleeves to his sweater, plopping the dough onto the cutting board and taking out a rolling pin. He had the dough rolled out in no time, taking out a small knife and carefully cutting designs in the dough. He always found making the shapes himself was much more enjoyable than using cookie cutters; this way, he could make the cookies into anything he wanted. He made hearts and stars and Christmas trees of varying sizes, using up as much of the dough as possible.

"Look look, Ludwig!" He gently peeled two cookies from the board, holding them in his hands. "It's me and you!" One of the cookies had the Italian's telltale curl, while the other had over-sized muscles. "Aren't they cute, ve?" He placed them gently on the baking sheet, starting to peel the rest of the cookies.

Lifting one eyebrow Ludwig glanced suspiciously over to the cookies Feliciano had made. "I see. We better eat ourself tonight..." ...before anyone sees these embarrassing shape. But he surely didn't speak that thought out loud. Feliciano was really putting a lot of effort into his task and Ludwig didn't want to ruin it for his lover.

Ludwig mixed a few more ingredients into the melted chocolate. Cardamom and honey came into the pot same as caramel split and a bit of cracked hazelnuts. He dipped his middle finger into the chocolate and licked it of, frowning at the taste. Something was wrong. Though the German couldn't yet put a finger on it.

Dipping his finger in again he turned to Feliciano and held the chocolate covered digit in front of the other's face "It feels like something is missing. What do you think?"

"Ve?" Feliciano turned around from the sink, cleaning up the dishes he had dirtied. "The chocolate?" He skipped over to the stove, looking into the mixture before he focused on the chocolate covered fingertip.

"Hmm~" He opened his mouth, wrapping his lips around Ludwig's finger. The Italian sucked thoughtfully, focused on the flavor. "Hmm..." He popped the finger out of his mouth, tilting his head. "Hmm...something is off..." Feliciano dipped his own finger into the chocolate, licking it off thoughtfully. "Ve...maybe too much honey?"

Dipping his finger in one more time, he stared at the chocolate dripping from his finger, a smile forming on his lips. "...or it could me missing something else..." He opened his mouth, bring the finger to his lips...

But instead of putting it inside, he smeared a streak across Ludwig's cheek with a giggle. "Maybe it could use a little bit of this~" Reaching around Ludwig's neck to pull his head down, Feliciano began licking the chocolate off.

Ludwig focused on Felicano, hoping the other could find out what was wrong with the chocolate. The way the Italian licked and sucked off the warm sweet of his fingers made Ludwig's stomach twitch. The sight was somewhat adorable causing a slight blush to spread over the German's cheeks. "So, it is to much honey?"

The warm chocolate on his cheek and Feliciano's arms around his neck pulling him down made him inwardly surrender to the other. he kept still and waited for his lover to get done with his actions. Though it seemed that Feliciano would not stop soon, so Ludwig strained himself and moved his face away from the other's moist lips and warm tongue.

"You are acting childish Feliciano." He gave the Italian a stern glance despite the blush on his face. "I made the chocolate for the cookies. And not to play with it." He turned around with the pot of chocolate in his hand and started to cover the fresh made still warm cookies with it.
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Did you made penis shaped cookies? X3

"Aww, but it's good like this too!" The Italian pouted, peering over the man's shoulder as he covered the cookies in the chocolate. "Plus, there's a loooot of chocolate! I'm sure there'll be some left over! We can't let it go to waste!"

He waited until the German had finished covering all the cookies before wiggling his way between Ludwig's arms and the pot, fixing him with a stare. "Besides, it does taste better this way!" He traced a chocolate covered finger over the man's lips before reaching on his tip-toes to give him a light kiss, giggling.

"When you eat it this way, it's got lots of love with it, ve~" Feliciano licked some of the chocolate off his own lips, smiling brightly.

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Chocolate covered blowjobs in cookie form? o3o

Ludwig knew it would be a bad idea to let Feliciano play along. He was sure this would mess up the kitchen again and they would end up doing what normally had to take place in a bedroom. But this adorable pout on his lovers lips with the delicious shimmer of chocolate and these big brown eyes, that looked up to him with an almost innocent glance. It made the German's resistance melting away faster the the chocolate in the pot earlier.

"We only eat the rest of the chocolate..." Ludwig rested his free hand on the back of Feliciano's waist and pulled him gently closer. "... not more." Still holding the pot in his other hand he leaned down and kissed the Italian's sweet chocolate covered lips. He slightly tilted his head for better access, kissing and gently sucking the chocolate from these soft mouth until just the taste of skin was left.

He broke the kiss and let go of Feliciano's waist to put his index finger under his chin. Causing gentle pressure he lifted his lover's head. "Keep your head up." Then Ludwig held the pot over Feliciano's head and let some of the chocolate drip on his lips. The warm fluid trickled from his lip down to Feliciano's chin. Ludwig took his finger away and observed fascinated how the chocolate now flew down the other's neck and formed a little puddle in the crook between his collarbones.

Ludwig leaned down and licked up the way of the line that the chocolate had left on his lover before the warm sweet could soak into the collar of Feliciano's sweater.

He easily gave in to the German's kisses with a giggle, enjoying the feeling of lips against lips. Feliciano didn't expect the man to give in so easy to his pout, but he sure wasn't going to complain. Hands ran up Ludwig's chest, coming to rest on his shoulders as the chocolate was sucked clean from his lips.

His eyelids fluttered open as the kiss was broken and a touch lifted his chin, the pot hovering over his head. He stood as still as he could as the warm chocolate dripped onto his lips, parting them slightly to catch some of the delicious mixture on his tongue. He didn't know how well it would taste with the cookies, but the chocolate certainly tasted amazing now.

The German could partially be to blame for the chocolate tasting as good as it did; Feliciano practically purred as Ludwig's moist tongue drew up his neck, shivering at the sensation. "Does...it taste good?" His fingers danced across the man's neck, resting his palms on his cheeks as he brought Ludwig's face to his. "Because I think it tastes perfect, ve." He leaned in, pressing his lips against the other's, smiling.

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FFFF, all these college essay's are wanking with my replies. XD;;;

"It is... Not bad." Ludwig mumbles against Feliciano's mouth before he kissed back, his tongue licking at the other's lips to get more of the delicious taste of chocolate lips, a soft moan escaping his throat.

Ludwig broke the kiss once the taste of chocolate was gone and took a small step away from his lover. "There is not much chocolate left." He glanced into the nearly empty pot. "Most of it is on the cookies were it belongs." Trailing his finger over the bottom of the pot Ludwig got some of the last chocolate on his fingertip.

"But this little bit of sweetness gets an other place to cover." Ludwig put the pot down on the counter next to them and dropped onto his knees. He let his clean hand slide under Feliciano's sweater and pulled it up to expose his lovers bare chest. Then he trailed his chocolate covered finger from the middle of his chest down to his navel, leaving a brown strain of warm sweet on the Italian.

He licked all the way up, sucking the chocolate from his lover's soft skin. "Hmmmm...."

Feliciano gripped Ludwig's shoulders tightly, trying to steady himself as his knees went weak from Ludwig's attention on his lips, moaning in appreciation.

He was sorely disappointed to see that the chocolate was almost completely gone, but had no time to voice his complaints before Ludwig had lifted his sweater, drawing a chocolate line down his chest before meticulously licking it from his skin. His breath caught in his throat, hands running through the man's blond hair as he was licked clean.

"A-ah...l-like I said...M-much better this way, ve..." The Italian squirmed at the attention, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks. "Ludwig...D-Do you think Santa considers t-this...naughty?" He bit his lips, trying to hold back his moans. "I-I hope not...Ve, I don't want to stop, b-but I want presents too..."

"Hgn... I would not call it naughty." Ludwig got back onto his feet and let the shirt slip back over Feliciano's body. "Let's just say it is delicious." He gently took his lover's hand and let the last bit of chocolate flow over the palm, before he thoroughly licked it of.

With a last soft kiss he let go of the Italian and gave him a gently smile. "But the chocoalte is gone now and you should take a shower." Ludwig put the pot and a few other things he used for the cookies into the sink. "I'll clean the kitchen."

"Aww, you're not going to take one with me?" He held his arms out to his sides, trying to keep his sweater from sticking to the sticky streak on his chest. "But we haven't taken one together in a while, ve!"

He helped to dump all the cooking supplies into the sink, quickly setting the cookies aside before turning to the German again, tugging on his sleeve. "Come on, take a shower with me~ It's Christmas Eve!" Feliciano rubbed his face into Ludwig's arm, whining a bit. "It's the season of giving and love, right? Happiness, ve? It would make me happy if you took a shower with me~"

He squirmed, fixing Ludwig with a pout. "Pleaaaase? Just a shower?"

Ludwig turned his head away for Feliciano so he don't need to see this adorable pout. "No, Just go and take a shower while I'll clean the kitchen." He slightly shifted and tried to wriggle the other man off of his arm. "I mean it serious. We had enough fun for now."

He turned his head and glanced over to his lover. "Besides, it would make me happy if you would put more effort into the training." Crossing his arms in front of his chest he tilted his head towards the kitchen door to make sure he wanted Feliciano to leave to the bathroom. "Maybe tomorrow would be a good day to start early training. Since it is holiday nobody will distract us." Ludwig fixed the other man with his blue eyes, trying to set up a stern expression to underline his threat.

Feliciano opened his mouth, but closed it moments later, having no retort for the statement about his training habits. He really did skip out on a lot of training and make Ludwig mad all the time...

But the comment about training tomorrow caused him to blanch. "T-t-training? O-o-on Christmas?" He could barely choke out the words. That would be a horrible way to spend the day! Feliciano hoped the man was joking...but the same serious expression he had used so many times before was on his face now, and he wasn't so certain if Ludwig was teasing him or not. He wouldn't put it past the man to actually go through with it...

"...Veeee, Ludwig is mean! Mean!" He let go of Ludwig, pounding uselessly against his arm. "Santa wont get you any presents if you're like this! Training on Christmas! That's meaaaaan! Cruel and mean and...veee!" He turned from the a sniff, walking toward the hallway. "Fine! I'll just take a bath all alone, ve!" He turned toward the German with a pout, huffing. "Meanie!"