"When are you going to grow up?" Ludwig grumbled, storming into their apartment. He wouldn't ever put up with his boyfriend if it wasn't for the fact he got caught so infrequently and was really good at baking.
Rolling his eyes, Berwald replied, "Oh calm down, it was just some light vandalism."
"You were spray painting dicks in the Marktplatz," Ludwig almost shouts, heading to the kitchen for a beer.
"Couldnt help myself," the Swede shrugged, "kept on thinking about yours." Although, he obvïously had just gotten bored after another long shift at the tattoo parlour.
"Don't get off topic," the man scowls,"You're lucky I don't just let you get arrested again."
"You'd miss me too much," Berwald reminds with a smirk.
Glaring at the other, Ludwig hissed, "Shut it."
The Swede threw up his hands in defence, knowing he'd pushed it today. "Alright, alright. At least let me make it up to you," he requests, his voice hushed compared to the German's.
"Oh yeah, and how?" Ludwig queries, sitting down on the couch.
"Hm.." Berwald pretends to think. "How about I let you do whatever you want to me tonight?" he offers, slipping onto his boyfriend's lap.
"Really?" asks Ludwig as he set his drink down, eyebrows lifting in question. Normally, Berwald was in control in bed, rarely ever giving the reigns to Ludwig for childish reasons.
Gently tracing a finger along the German's jaw, Berwald leaned in closely, their lips almost touching. "Really," the Swede confirms before closing that little space left between them.