"Roderich, you're exactly like a cat" Ludwig said with a small chuckle, taking off his reading glasses and reaching to set them on the coffee table in front of the recliner. Only a few minutes ago, the brunet had walked in without a word and sat down in his lap like it was no big deal. He wasn't necessarily wrong, his behavior seemed similar to one, he was slightly skittish. How do cats act? Like they're royalty, aristocratic. He could also be relaxed and serene if he was in the right mood, the decorative and frilled collars he liked wearing somehow topping it off. He looked back up the the blond, and Ludwig imagined his ears flattening in disapproval as he made a frown. He sighs. "This is where I normally sit, and you're in the way," he stated simply, crossing his arms.
"I never said I was bothered by it," Ludwig said, holding the other's thighs and shifting them so that he was straddling him. In an attempt to keep his balance, Roderich placed his hands on the other's shoulders and swallowed. "W-watch where you put your hands, idiot!" he barked in response to Ludwig keeping his hands on his backside.
"What do you mean?" he asked with a growing smile, giving him a playful squeeze. It turned into a fit of snickering as the aristocrat seemingly became more and more angered; to anyone else, terribly flustered.
"Don't play dumb, get your hands off my ass," Roderich demanded slowly in his low and threatening voice, but a blush spreading across his face which made Ludwig laugh again. He continued shamelessly feeling him up but moved one hand to trace small circles on his lower back, making him shiver. He moved his hand slowly up his sides, chest, and resting to cup his chin while he ghosted small touches along the way. Roderich made a small groan and Ludwig scanned his face to see if it was from annoyance or pleasure, eventually deciding on the latter. "You know that we shouldn't, Gil's coming over today..." Roderich murmured, his eyes purposely avoiding the his partner's face because both knew it would push him over the edge. He tilted the other's chin until their lips met, the brunet's expression softening as he seemed to internally grumble, "fine, alright" and going along with the mood. It was surprisingly soft at first, gentle and loving which made Roderich move closer. They pulled apart for a bit, cautious ice blue meeting expectant violet. In the couple of seconds that he was distracted, it seemed like minutes until he gasped as Ludwig's hand found his growing arousal.
He made a small whimper and wrapped his arms around the blond's neck, burying his face where his shoulder met his neck and hugged him close. "You don't seem to have a problem with it now" Ludwig said quietly, continuing to palm him as his pants grew tighter. Roderich removed his tight embrace and moved to kiss him again, obediently opening his mouth for his partner's tongue to enter, Roderich moaning into the kiss as the other made it more heated. "You wear too many clothes," Ludwig murmured, giving a gentle nip to the other's bottom lip as he moved a hand to unbutton the brunet's vest until he slid it off of his shoulders and it fell to the floor. Roderich kept a hand planted on the other's shoulder for balance, his expression glazed over with pleasure as he reached to loosen his cravat and eventually tossed it to the floor.
Ludwig rested a hand in between buttons on the brunet's dress shirt and bent down to his ear. "Listen to me... you're mine, Roderich" he said in a low and playful whisper as he tore open the other's shirt revealing his chest, a couple of buttons snapping off. Roderich was too distracted to yell at him for the broken shirt (which he most definitely would've done otherwise), and started forcefully grinding against the blond while moaning, "I'm yours, all yours!" like it was some kind of mantra. Kissing his chest, Ludwig teasingly guided one of his nipples into his mouth then sucked on it hard, prompting a gasp from Roderich. The brunet paused and stopped moving his hips against the blond to reach and unzip his pants, the restraint becoming a bit painful. Unbearable. Ludwig noticed him struggling a bit to get them off, holding up his legs and slipping pants and underwear off of his ankles. Roderich watched the other unzip the front of his pants, and he couldn't help but wet his lips. The blond moved his hand to his entrance, rubbing circles on the sensitive flesh but pulling them back quickly when the brunet rutted his hips down to take in the fingers. He only made a disappointed whine when they were moved away. "Patience..." Ludwig whispered and made the other sit still, him going back to his excruciating teasing.
"Please, Ludwig..." he murmured, tightening his hold and moaning again when his leaking member brushed against the other's who was a bit larger. Ludwig slipped one finger into his warm entrance, Roderich easing down on it. Seeing he got used to it, he put in a second finger and thrusted them slowly, dragging a quiet moan from Roderich. He kept moving the two, scissoring and sensually rubbing anything he could reach. Adding the third, he fingered the brunet deep with his hand and barely brushed against his prostate, making him create soft and excited moans from the contact. "A-ah... please.. I-I need you..."
"I know, I know" Ludwig murmured against his neck as he continued thrusting his fingers in and out of the wet space, deciding that he should use at least four to accommodate himself without hurting him. The last time he grew too impatient and didn't prepare correctly, Roderich flinched whenever he noticed his presence for a week.
Adding the last, Roderich nearly melted against him and moved himself with his hand. "You want it bad, don't you..." he whispered softly, Roderich managing to nod and whimper a reply. The blond removed his hand and settled both on his hips.
Feeling a loss of the other's digits, he shifted himself so that his entrance was positioned above the blond's cock. Thinking that he wouldn't give him what he wanted without "patience," he rubbed his hole against the head of his dick and gave him a needy look that could've been substituted for a beg, waiting.
Ludwig placed his hands on his hips and forced him down, the brunet's back curving and him quickly clamping a hand over his own mouth to muffle a loud moan, his breath hitching afterwards. Being filled quicker than he was used to, he sat down and slowly took his hand a way from his mouth, shaking in pleasure as he tightened his grip on the other's shoulder for support. Ludwig held onto him under his thighs and slowly raised him up, lowering him and building a steady rhythm. He made a soft groan from the warm and wet feeling around him as well as the loud brunet clawing into the back of his neck. Eyes zipped shut, Roderich moaned repeatedly from the slow yet delightful pace and other vulgar sounds that filled the room.
"Are you alright?" Ludwig asked, noticing the other shivering excessively and wondering if he was ok.
"Just- mmh! Harder..." he said softly, Ludwig laughing gently at the expected request. The blond moved an arm around his back and picked him up, leaning forward and setting him not so gently on across the coffee table, a vase falling over on it's side (Ludwig mentally sighing in relief that it didn't have water in it and it didn't shatter), the brunet's eyes widening from the sudden change. He took a death grip on the edge of the table, Ludwig holding his legs above his own shoulders and pushing back inside of him hard. He screamed in pleasure from the hard force, the bruising pace much more to his preference.
"Usually so uptight and put together... I love it when you lose control for me" Ludwig said a bit teasingly, admiring the other's state, so to speak. The brunet's hair thoroughly messed up, his face a dark crimson and his dark lavender eyes glazed with lust, who wouldn't admire at least for a little bit?
The tip of the other's cock barely brushed against the outside of his entrance before he pushed in harshly to hammer against his prostate. Neither of them complained about it, Ludwig's face showing nothing but concentration and Roderich's cries bouncing of the walls. Roderich was moaning like a slut and he knew it, but he couldn't stop even if he wanted to.
Both feeling a familiar tightness build up in their core, Roderich was the one to state the obvious. "Ludw-ah! I'm... gonna cum!" he yelled without any other care, his nails dogging into the finish of the wood. Ludwig smirked and kept one of his legs over his shoulder, pushing the other one away and spreading him to where it looked almost painful. "A-AH! Yes, there!" he moaned as the blond hit his prostate straight on, repeatedly. He couldn't take it anymore. Every time the blond's hips met his ass, he cried out from extreme pleasure.
"A-ah! Ludwig, I'm...!" Roderich said in a sweet cry to his partner as his body tensed up and he climaxed. The blond's pace didn't slow and he marveled a bit at how much cum he forced from him, the sight of it and the brunet tensing around him making him lose it. He thrusted hard back into him before he released deep inside. His eyes clouded with pleasure, Roderich laid across the table and panted heavily, a small moan escaping him as he calmed down from his orgasm, still shaking. He carefully pulled away from his tired boyfriend and watched as his hot seed spilled out of him. Ludwig leaned close to the shivering and whimpering form and picked him up, sliding an arm under his back and the other under his legs, scooping him up and holding him closely.
He had worked an after-care routine for Roderich down to a science: enjoys small kisses, likes a hot bath at least and hour or longer, tea during. Usually wants privacy during the bath, but if he's in for longer than two hours he's fallen asleep. After the many times it's been done, he expects a large towel on the counter and a change of clothes left on the bed. After he's clean and changed, there's almost always a nap close together on the couch, or if it's nighttime they go to bed in each other's arms.
Reaching the bathroom door, he gave a light kiss to his cheek which made the brunet smile. "Thank you" Roderich murmured, the door creaking open and Ludwig walking inside, setting him back down to stand upright. He briskly moved across the floor to the tub and turned the water on, plugging the bottom of the tub and keeping his hand under the faucet to keep track of the temperature.
A few minutes passed and steam rose from the full tub, the blond turning off the water. He paused to admire his work, then to admire his partner before he stepped away and slipped out of the door. He poked his head through, saying, "call if you need anything, I'll be back in a little bit" before disappearing down the hall.