Just a little faster, Ludwig thought. He sat in front of his computer screen, pleasuring himself to one of his favorite bondage pornographies. Suddenly, he imagined Feliciano, all tied up and vulnerable, (or more vulnerable than usual, at least.) He envisioned his sweet cries for help and his moans in pain and pleasure as Ludwig slapped that Italian ass.
"Roderich, have you seen Ludwig, he promised we'd play football today," Feliciano asked. The Austrian had been baking (and nagging at a certain Prussian,) when the small Italian walked through the kitchen.
"He's been in his room all day," Roderich stated. "Yea. Roddy and the awesome me have been alone all day long," Gilbert said, winking at Roderich.
The Austrian blushed. "Feliciano, why don't you go check on him, I'm almost done with the cake and you both can have some."
Almost there, almost there, Ludwig thought, moving his hand faster and faster, still envisioning his Feliciano fantasy.
"Ludwig," Feliciano called. He opened the door and was astounded by what he saw.
Ludwig came, messing up his computer screen. Hearing Feliciano call his name gave him a new sense of pleasure. Ludwig turned to face the Feliciano. His face was bright red.