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

Feliciano was about to turn around to get another spoonful of pudding for himself--if Ludwig was just going to frown and not enjoy it, then there would just be more for him!--but the German's hand on his wrist stopped him, the smile on his lip turning into a small frown. "Ve?"

At first, Feliciano was too distracted with the thoughts of the pudding he wasn't able to get with the blond holding onto him like that to think much of Ludwig's request. "Lick it? Why? There's not any pudding left on it..."

But it didn't take long for him to pick up the expression that had fallen across Ludwig's face, and what he saw only made a deceivingly coy smile twist on his lips.

The brunet brought the spoon to his mouth, tapping it against his bottom lip for a moment, smile growing more and more devious by the second. "Lick it like this, Ludwig?" He parted his lips with a sigh, tongue darting out to lick the dip in the spoon before sucking it into his mouth, humming teasingly as he rubbed his tongue against the metal.

Feliciano settled purposely back, barely rubbing himself against Ludwig's groin as he drew the spoon slowly out of his mouth, smile growing. "Or did Ludwig mean something more like...this?" He drew his tongue out once again, letting out a soft moan, licking up the handle slowly, staring down at Ludwig. Ever so slowly he licked around the tip of the spoon before sucking it back into his mouth, drawing in and out with even more lewd noise that before.

He wasn't sure if it was the wine or just the night alone he had suffered before, but he was was having too much fun.

Ludwig's eyes were fixed on Feliciano's face as he drew his tongue over the silvery handle of the spoon and sucked it into his mouth with lewd noises all along. The blond had of course noticed the change of expression in his lovers face. From innocent and playful to devious. He knew about the meaning of this expression way to well.
He drew in a sharp breath and twitched one eyebrow when Feliciano shifted once again, grinding against the growing problem between Ludwig's legs. But that was not the only problem the blond had to face right now. He cursed himself inwardly. Why did he start something like this? He knew what it would lead to in the end. In a place like this... It was not even his own room.
How was he supposed to end it now? Once Feliciano was in the right mood he was hard to hold back. Ludwig didn't want to imagine what the other guests of the hotel would think if they could hear the shameless noises of their lovemaking.

"Feliciano..." Ludwig's voice was low as he spoke, almost a whisper as if he was afraid that his usual voice would be already audible out of the room. "We should not start doing... this." He tugged at Feliciano's wrist and pulled the spoon out of his mouth. "Not on a place like this... They will hear us."
Ludwig reached over with his free hand and dipped his middle finger into the creamy pudding. "Here. Focus on the dessert. Isn't it good?" He leaded his finger towards his lovers mouth and slid it past his lips to let him suck the pudding off. Food was always useful to get the Italian's mind of off... things. So hopefully it would also distract him now.

"Ve?" A look of confusion spread across his face as Ludwig forced him to pull the spoon out of his mouth, the Italian reaching up to wipe the little bit of saliva that had drifted down his chin. His mind was a bit foggy from concentrating on his "job" on the spoon, so it took a moment for the German's words to process...but as soon as they did, and Feliciano managed to connect the dots to the blond's implications of "what" they were doing, a huff escaped him and a pout immediately formed on his lips. Why would Ludwig tease him like that? It was too cruel!

"Veee, but you're the one who said--" He was silenced by the finger covered with pudding that was thrust into his mouth. It still tasted good, but he sucked the dessert from his lover's finger sullenly, still pouting at such treatment.

It wasn't fair! Ludwig was the one who started it, and then he still got scolded for doing what Ludwig asked! Ludwig had been mean this whole time; first not telling him they had to have separate rooms, and now this? It wasn't fair! Why was Ludwig being so stubborn about the silliest of things?

The Italian's irritation only made him suck the finger stronger--even though there was no more pudding left--drawing his tongue along the underside and leaning in to draw more into his mouth, beginning to moan and hum sensually--and much more loudly than he needed to. Feliciano gave an almost-rough jerk against Ludwig's hips, grinding his crotch against the others while continuing to suck the finger, drawing it in and out of his mouth with as much noise and sucking as possible.

If Ludwig was going to be a tease, then he could tease right back!

"Oh, Gottverdammt." Ludwig wanted to pull his finger out of his lovers mouth but he felt Feliciano's teeth grinding over his knuckles once he moved his finger and he knew the Italian would bite if he tried to pull it out. And Ludwig didn't want to explain everyone why he had a wounded finger, so he let his finger over to the other's access.
"Feliciano keep at least your voice down... AH!" Ludwig bit his bottom lip to force the rest of his low cry down before it could leave his throat.
He haven't even noticed how hard he had already become until Feliciano had grind against his groin again. This time with more urge and obviously on purpose.

Ludwig reached up with his free hand and grasped the front of Feliciano's pants and the clasp of his belt to keep him still. In the blond's opinion the other had moved enough for now.
"Listen..." Ludwig took a deep breath and fixed his lover with a glance, his voice low and slightly hoarse. "I'm willing to... indulge you." He darted out his tongue to wet his suddenly dry lips. "But you HAVE TO control your voice."
He had meant to sound stern and strict, but somehow it came out more as a desperate plea.

The meeting had gone moderately well, Kiku thought. Well, on the scale of how these meetings tend to go, which always seemed to involve some form of chaos at some point. He diligently finished his paperwork as soon as he returned to his room, and then layed on his stomach on the hotel bed and read a manga he had brought with him, paying no mind to the muffled voices coming from the other room.

It seemed Feliciano had a visitor. Well, to be honest, it was quite obvious it was the German visiting him, but this was in no way abnormal.

That was, until he heard Feliciano's voice come through the wall in a...different...way.

Kiku paused in his reading, a blush coming over his face. What exactly were they doing over there?

That is, he knew the relationship between those two was...that is...oh dear...but here? He shook his head to clear it and tried to get back in the manga.

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Hurr. Feli said it was about time you wanted me? ewe Hope this worked for you~

Feliciano paused in his movements, the German's hand getting in the way of him doing much with his hips anymore anyways. But he kept the finger in his mouth as he pondered the blond's proposition, no longer sucking, but pursing his lips around the digit, pouting as much as he could manage.

Finally, he reached for both of the the German's wrists and pulled his head back, letting the finger slide out his mouth. The stern pout remained, however, only seeming to grow in intensity without the obstruction in his mouth.

"I will be quiet, I promise! But only if Ludwig kisses me right now!" The demand came out as a harsh whisper, grip around the other's arms tightening slightly. "Ludwig has been mean and not fair and kept things from me and then started this and then told me to stop after I thought we were going to do something and I want a kiss to make up for it right now!"

He may be acting irrational, but the Italian didn't care at the moment; he really didn't like sleeping alone the night before, especially after the German had pushed it on him the night before! And after getting his hopes up for doing something now...it managed to make the Italian even more upset about the whole situation!

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eueb Looks fine to me, Kiku~ >w< Thank you for joining us for a bit~ eue

Ludwig lifted one eyebrow at Feliciano's words, shooting him an annoyed glance. "I've not been acting 'mean' in any way." The blond hissed, forcing his voice down. "My actions and decisions have been all well-thought and logical."
He lifted his upper body up to get closer to his lover, using his grip on the others hip as angle. Ludwig couldn't help but groan out as he shifted to sit up and his now painful hard erection got pressed down under Feliciano's weight. "Ha-ahh..." He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment to regain control and get used to the sensation.

"You are the one who is acting irrational." Ludwig's voice was still low and slightly hoarse but it had not left any of it's strength.
He moved his hand as much as Feliciano's grasp allowed him and placed it onto the other's shoulder, Ludwig's thumb traced over the line of his collarbone and his face was now so close to the Italian's that he was able to look him direct into the eyes.

Ludwig inched closer, holding Feliciano pinned at place with a stern glance. "I don't really know how you deserve a kiss right now, though." With this he closed the last bit of distance between them and brushed his lips against the other's in a deep kiss.

That was much better.

Feliciano let out a muffled groan, letting go of Ludwig's wrists to rest his palms on his cheeks and pull the German closer into the kiss. He was already feeling desperate, and every ounce of his desperation seeped into his kiss; a small whine escaped him as he parted his lips and worked his tongue past Ludwig's teeth, the pace much too slow for his liking. He had waited and had been teased much too long for this.

With Ludwig's hands no longer impeding his movement, Feliciano was able to roll his hips once again, grinding mercilessly against the German's obvious erection. Why did Ludwig complain so much when he was already so hard? It was his idea to start this in the first place!

But, there wasn't much room left for him to complain, as every roll of his hips not only pleasured Ludwig but himself as well, his own erection rubbing against his pants in the most frustrating of ways--and fueling more of his desperation as he moaned more into Ludwig's mouth.

Deserved or not, Feliciano couldn't bring himself to care at the moment.

Ludwig groaned into the kiss as Feliciano's tongue pressed his teeth apart and entered his mouth. He pushed his own tongue against the intruding one, desperate not to loose the battle over control as he intertwined their tongues, pressing back against Feliciano's to enter his mouth and taking the lead over the kiss.
That wasn't as easy as the blond had thought. Every roll of the other's hips, pressed down onto his erection and the delicious friction became quite distracting.
He tried to shift but just ended up pressing the tip of his shaft painfully against the zipper of his pants.

"Gahh..." Ludwig couldn't hold back a lustful moan when their lips parted for a moment but he forced himself quiet by pressing them back against each other.
This was not working. No way they would be quiet enough to have sex without everyone on this floor noticing it.
There must be a way to keep enough control over this act and end it in a satisfying way for both of them.

Ludwig tilted his head back to break the kiss, panting hard to get himself together. "F-Feliciano..." He swallowed dryly and leaned in to look into his lover's eyes. Locking his glance with the others.
"I'm trying something new..." His voice was low and muffled when he let one hand slide between their bodies to unbutton and unzip both their pants with unsteady fingers. "... I wont be able to explain though... please try to cooperate."

He knew he promised Ludwig he'd be quiet, but Feliciano was finding it quite hard to keep up such a promise; holding back his moans was much harder when they were actually kissing that he thought it would be. And, of course, he wasn't used to keeping quiet since Ludwig had tried his hardest to keep their relationship under the radar. The only intimacy they ever had was at home and in private--it was hard to keep reminding himself where he was when he was so used to being as loud as he wanted and needed to be.

So every roll of his hips only caused him to choke back a moan as best as he could, and all the sensations of their kiss--the pressing against each other, fighting for dominance, tongues sliding, lips parting and coming together--only made him hum with pleasure, mind quickly becoming fogged.

Despite his struggle with keeping the noise to a minimum, Feliciano was sorely disappointed when Ludwig broke away, staring back at the German through heavily lidded eyes as he panted hard, desperation doing no better than from when they had started. But he decided not to protest much, seeing that Ludwig was already working on their pants. "Nn, b-bene..." The whisper was hoarse and soaked with need, the Italian trying his hardest not to roll his hips as the German worked. He leaned forward, resting his forehead against the German's and closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down. "O-okay, just...please..." He didn't care about what Ludwig had in mind as long as they were doing something.

Once Ludwig had their pants open he reached up and placed his hands on Feliciano's shoulders to gently push him off of himself and down onto the bed. He couldn't resist but sliding his tongue once again over his lover's lips. Seeing him lying there with flustered face, panting in need and his obvious erection bulging the boxers almost got the best of Ludwig and drew his dignity away.
If he even had some dignity left.

Ludwig drew back and sat between Feliciano's spread legs and hungrily stared at the wet spot where the other's precum leaked out and soaked through the fabric of the red boxers. The blond gave a fast glance at his lovers face before grasping the hem of his pants and pulled them off along with the boxers.
Then he dropped them down next to the bed and allowed himself to let his eyes roam over Feliciano's body. Such a beautiful and alluring sight. Ludwig felt a painful twitch in his own pants and busied himself with getting them off too.

"Hush..." Ludwig placed his index-finger briefly on Feliciano's lips before kissing them once again.
"I'll give your mouth something to do." Ludwig's voice was low but thick with lust when he dropped himself onto the bed next to his lover. "Try to focus."
The blond shifted his body until he lay upside down next to the other, his length nudging Feliciano's cheek.
"Hnn..." Ludwig's own face was right next to his lovers own erection and he gave the tip of it a fast lick to lick up the pearly droplets of precum that kept leaking.
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Sometimes I wish I could draw my replies instead of writing them. x3x
That would be so much easier then describing the situation...

Kiku couldn't concentrate very well. It was lucky he had finished his paperwork. The muffled moans and lustful gasps kept him reading the same page again and again, not able to absorb it properly.

He tossed the manga down on the hotel bed and covered his ears with his hands. Oh, what was the point? It was annoying to hold them there and he couldn't read with both of his hands occupied in such a manner anyway. He uncovered his ears.

...Were they planning on giving all the nearby rooms eroge fantasies?

...Or...annoy them with the noise. Right. That would be more likely.

Kiku briefly wondered who was in the room on the other side of theirs and what they thought of the sounds.

He got up from the bed. Headphones, that's what he needed to find. Had he packed music stuff this time? In a frazzled state, he couldn't remember. He went over to pull his suitcase out to look through it, while the sounds from the adjacent room continued.

Feliciano responded to all the kisses as if they would be his last, unable to keep the quiet whines under control every time Ludwig pulled away. But he managed to keep his impatience to a minimum, squirming in anticipation as Ludwig took of his pants and gave another kiss to his lips.

His mind was already hazed, making it hard for him to pick up on what Ludwig was doing as the German settled down next to him. But a sharp gasp ripped from his throat before he could stop himself as Ludwig gave a quick lick to the tip of his erection. The Italian took a moment to collect himself once more before the situation became clear.

Feliciano squirmed to prop himself up on one arm, resting his other hand on Ludwig's hip to brace himself. Taking Ludwig's erection in his free hand, he gave it a few quick pumps, darting his tongue out to give the tip a long lick, shuddering at the sharp taste. Panting as much as he was made it hard to focus on his task, but he tried his best, brushing his lips lightly over the erection and giving it a few breathy kisses.

Ludwig pressed his lips against Feliciano's erection and breathed hot over the shaft. His eyes fluttered close and he had to force down a moan once his lover paid attention to the German's throbbing shaft.
"Ahh..." Ludwig parted his lips and wanted to remind the Italian to keep his voice down but the others tongue on his erection drew the words away from his mind and lips. "Oh, Gott."

Ludwig wrapped one arm around Feliciano's waist and placed his hand on the small of his back to steady himself. He had to focus on giving the same attention back, but looking at what he did and feeling the others skillful tongue on himself would be to much to handle, so Ludwig kept his eyes closed and drew his lips further down to the tip of Feliciano's erection and engulfed it with his lips, pressing his own tongue against the slid to lick up and swallow more of the leaking precum.

"Hnnn... Ah." Ludwig pressed his lover closer and let more of his shaft slide into him mouth while carefully rolling his own hips to meet the other's movements with small thrusts.

It was really much, much harder than he ever thought it could be, concentrating like this.

"H-Haa..." Feliciano let out a shaky break as he felt Ludwig's tongue against him again, pausing in his own kissing. It was hard trying to stay quiet when what Ludwig was doing felt so good--as soon as Ludwig drew his erection into his mouth, the brunet had to bite his lip to stifle the sharp gasp that threatened to escape.

He was going to have to think of another plan of action, that he was sure of. Feliciano panted heavily for a moment, trying to push back the pleasure he was feeling long enough to focus--but Ludwig's tongue felt so good, and the feeling of his mouth around him...

The Italian tightened his grip on Ludwig's hip, parting his lips and sucking the tip of Ludwig's erection into his mouth. Thinking about the action and the feeling only made it impossible to continue, so the Italian pushed everything to the back of his mind, turning his attention to pleasuring Ludwig only. Hand still wrapped around Ludwig's shaft, he began to stroke the German again sucking almost roughly on the tip. Low hums vibrated from his throat as he started to bob his head in time with Ludwig's movements.

He couldn't think of his own pleasure or he would never be able to stay quiet--or focused.

Ludwig breathed heavy through his nose, his tongue rubbing over the tip of Feliciano's erection. His whole body tensed, trembling lightly from the effort of keeping himself together. Maybe this had not been a good idea. Usually when he pleased his lover like this, Ludwig focused only on Feliciano and ignored his own need, but feeling it equally... That made it hard to focus and it felt so new and amazing, Ludwig didn't know if he could follow his own advice and keep himself quiet.

But Ludwig knew that he didn't want to stop. It was way to good to break it off now and finish it with a fast hand-job or something.

"Gnn..." Ludwig's voice came muffled and low but thick with lust. He drew Feliciano's shaft deeper into his mouth and let the tip press against the back of his mouth, almost sliding it down this throat. In this position upside down next to his lover, Ludwig's nose sank into the curly hair around the base of the other's length. He nuzzled it briefly and breathed hot into it.

Then he drew his head a little bit back and swallowed around the shaft a few times before starting to suck on it, his tongue rubbing against the hot flesh. "Agnn..." Ludwig's fingers curled against the small of his lovers back, it felt so gorgeous, so wonderful. Flashing heat from his own erection, where Feliciano paid attention to and equally from his mouth, where he still tasted the others sweet need... Ludwig doubted that he would hold out long. Not when they kept going in this pace.

Oh God, he couldn't stand it.

It took every ounce of his self control and concentration to both stop himself from moaning and keep Ludwig's erection in his mouth, though his body seemed to be temporarily paralyzed with the feeling.

But Ludwig had taken him so deep into his mouth, and oh Dio, he was going to lose his mind. He had been desperate enough from the very beginning, but Ludwig's mouth was mind-numbingly hot around him, and the sucking...any desperation he felt before was nothing compared to what he was feeling now. Why did he have to be so wonderfully good? Why did it have to feel and taste so delicious--there was no way he could keep himself under control.

He had to do something or he would come already.

So instead, Feliciano turned all his desperation and pleasure onto Ludwig. He pushed back all his thoughts again (though most of them had long been burned away by white-hot pleasure), and began moving again two-fold. His fingers dug into Ludwig's hips as he began to bob his head again, letting go of the erection to use his other hand to brace himself. Without his hand in the way, he could allow the shaft deeper into his mouth--which he did as the bobbing increased, squeezing his eyes such as the German's erection bumped against the back of his throat. Feliciano sucked hard, pressing his tongue against the length as his lips moved up and down in a quickly growing pace.

He had to focus on Ludwig, he couldn't think of himself or he would never be able to hold back.

Ludwig's eyes flew open once Feliciano increased the pace to suck him off almost desperately. The moan that wanted to come out of the blond's moth died in the back of his throat as the other's erection pressed against it.
No, no, no... This had not been a good idea. Not at all. This was way to good to stay calm and silent with it. There was no way Ludwig could control it!

Sliding his hand down to Feliciano's thigh Ludwig pulled it to drape the leg over his own face. Now it was covering his ear and he didn't need to hear his lovers lustful noises.
Though now, with the new angle, he felt even more of the other's skin close to his own. And the fact that Ludwig was now actually looking straight against Feliciano's most private area didn't make it easier either. He had never really looked at it so close and direct, but in the current situation it seemed to be so tempting and wonderful that Ludwig couldn't stand it.

Ludwig bobbed his head once more, scrapping his teeth over Feliciano's length with a growl. But one extra strong suck of the others mouth on his own shaft did it for Ludwig.
He jolted, pulling himself out of his lovers hot mouth and fought for control, but the cold of the room hit his erection and the tip nudged Feliciano's cheek. And by that Ludwig lost. He gave a strong suck on the others shaft to stifle his moan as he came against Feliciano's cheek, spilling his release over his lovers hot skin.

Feliciano was beyond saving once Ludwig's teeth had began to scrap over his length, but Ludwig's last desperate suck completely pushed him over the edge. With his lover's length free from his mouth the Italian cried out desperately as Ludwig's suction increased tenfold, barely keeping enough sense to bite his lip and stifle the sound as soon as it began. He had no hope of escaping Ludwig's mouth before his orgasm took hold, squeezing his eyes shut and shuddering in the force of his release, throat full of restrained moans and whines.

It was a long while before Feliciano came to his senses (or something close to that) vaguely aware of the wetness on his cheek. He moved his head back, giving Ludwig's softened length a small kiss before letting his head fall back onto the bed, panting raggedly.

It was completely worth it--there was no doubt about it. His eyes closed in satisfaction, letting out a breathy sigh. "H-Haa...m-mi dispiace, Ludwig..." Partly for coming in his mouth and partly for the situation he had dragged the German into--but he still had no regrets.

Ah, yes, there were the headphones! Kiku pulled his prize out of his packed suitcase as the muffled sounds from the other side of the wall continued. Now, he could just plug them into the laptop he brought, (originally for business reasons, of course), and have Miku sing to him, and the whole world, and more importantly those noises, could disa-

And then it came. Or, as was likely the case, he came. The Japanese man's face completely froze as he heard the desperate cry come through the wall. He seriously doubted it was just him hearing this now. People could probably hear that one several doors down. At least.

What were they- No, don't think about what they are doing. Well, it was rather obvious what kind of thing they were doing, it was just the specifics-

Why are you still thinking about this?

There was nothing Miku could do to save him now. There wasn't a point anymore. Kiku collapsed back on his heels and sighed.

He just hoped they were done now so he could get some sleep tonight.

It was in the middle of his own orgasm, on the top of his hight and nothing else then bliss and pure satisfaction filled Ludwig's mind when he suddenly felt, no, more tasted Feliciano's semen filling his mouth. The taste was sharp and it came so fully unexpected while Ludwig had just completely focused on himself and his own shaft still twitched with releasing the last droplets of his own fulfilled need. The other's orgasm took Ludwig totally off guard.
The blond jerked his head back and coughed, choked by the unexpected juice that had almost forced itself down his throat. He rolled onto his back and wiped the warm white from the corner of his mouth where it had started to escape.

"Oh, Gottverdammt." Ludwig groaned and curled up on himself. He buried his face into his hands and swallowed a few times to get rid of the sticky sensation on his tongue.
Feliciano's breathless excuse made Ludwig look up to his lover. The others words didn't help to make the situation better, though they dragged the blond back into reality as he moved to sit up.

"Damn," He grumbled with a frown. "We messed everything up. The sheets are spoiled and sticky..." Ludwig looked down at Feliciano and couldn't help but blush as he noticed his own release still sticky on the other's cheek.

It took a moment for Feliciano to cool down enough to process anything Ludwig had said, and it was only with pleasure off his mind that he felt a bit guilty for getting Ludwig in such a situation. He sat up--head still spinning and feeling hot and dizzy from their actions (and probably a bit of the wine too)--gripping the German's shoulder to steady himself before he leaned in, brushing a light kiss onto his lover's cheek.

"Mi dispiace tanto, Ludwig. I couldn't help it..." He emphasized his sentiment with another kiss closer to the German's mouth, letting out a small whine of apology. It had felt so good; he didn't want to spoil the lingering feeling by letting Ludwig get mad at him! "I can clean up the sheets a bit, it'll be fine--ve?"

The sticky wetness he had vaguely registered before brought itself back to his attention as the feeling started to spread down his cheek. Curious, Feliciano reached to touch his cheek, wiping up some of the substance to check what it was.

Oh, gross. The Italian wrinkled his nose a bit, more glad the stuff was on his cheek rather than his tongue.

„That wont help much.“ Ludwig mumbled and frowned, pushing his legs of the bed to sit on the edge of it. “You can not sleep in such a spoiled bed.” The blond sighed and reached up to rub his fingers over his forehead. He suddenly felt so tired.
“And I don’t really feel like calling the roomservice to make up the bed.”
Even the imagination of what the roomservice might think about the messed up sheets and the embarrassing thought that someone else would have to clean up this kind of a mess made Ludwig groan.

He stood up from the bed with wobbly legs and held on the desk for a moment to steady his balance. The dizziness from the aftermath of their actions still lingered, making Ludwig feel weak and tired. He turned his head a bit to face his lover.
“Come Feliciano.” Ludwig let go of the desk and reached his hand out towards the other man. “We need to… Wash your face.” The blush on the blonds’ cheeks grew a bit at his last words. It was kind of his fault that the Italian was in this flustered and messed up state.
Ludwig needed to take responsibility and care for his lover.

Feliciano looked down at the bed, noting the disarray Ludwig was pointing out. "Ve...I guess I can't..." Would room service even have blankets, or would he have to wait for the maid the next day? Maybe they could take a bit of water and try to clean it up like Ludwig's shirt...but that would take a while to dry. Regardless, the Italian decided he would worry about such matters later. Instead, he took the German's offered hand and pulled himself up carefully, eager to get the mess off his cheek.

"Should we take a shower too, Ludwig?" Of course given the position they were in, he wasn't too messed up (besides his face), but he did feel a little gross and sweaty. "We could take one together!" He smiled at his lover as Ludwig lead them to the bathroom, and turned to pull himself up on the counter, sitting next to the sink.

"It would save time? It could just be a quick one!" Quick or not, any type of shower sounded good to Feliciano--but taking one with the German was always better. He continued to smile up almost sheepishly at the blond, silently begging.

Ludwig shook his head as he turned on the faucet on the sink, adjusting the water to a pleasing temperature. He didn't look at Feliciano while he spoke. These begging amber eyes where to blame in first place for the messed up state the blond was in. Ludwig knew that he possibly wouldn't be able to resist anyways, so he better cut off before he lost control once again.

"It is already late." The tall man took two washcloths from the hanger next to the sink and wetted one of them in the warm water. "Besides, a complete shower wont be necessary. We did not..." Ludwig pondered a moment before he finished his sentence. "Our act was not as intensive as it would be at home. Just washing will do it for tonight." That it had not been as intensive didn't mean it had not felt as good for him though.
Ludwig wrung out his washcloth and washed his own face before he stood on his tiptoes in front of the sink to wash his now flatted manhood quick but thoroughly. He dried off as quick and then renewed the water in the sink.

"Your turn Feliciano." Ludwig turned towards his lover with the other, fresh washcloth and cupped the others clean cheek with one hand while he carefully cleaned his own sticky release from the smaller ones face. "As I already pointed out before. You can not sleep in your own bed tonight. I think it will be necessary that you come to my room and spend the night there."