"But are you sure you're okay?"
"Yes."
"Sure you're sure?"
"Yes, Feliciano."
"Sure you're sure you're sure—"
"Feliciano I'm fine." Ludwig bats him off, not ungently but quite firmly.
"You don't need to be like that," Feliciano pouts. "I was just trying to make sure."
"Yes I know." Ludwig sits up in bed, leaning against the headboard. "Sorry I worried you."
"It's okay, just if you're going to roll your eyes back like that could you warn me or something first?" Ludwig's look must communicate clearly to Feliciano that he hadn't been quite in the right frame of mind either to be able to warn Feliciano or to tell when it was coming at all.
"Just, it's nice when you come—well, I mean, that's kind of the point, if it wasn't nice we wouldn't do it but anyway it's nice but if you roll your eyes like that well first it's a—what's that word Alfred uses?" Feliciano trails off, and then must remember, since he brightens (even the air around him, which shouldn't exactly be possible). "Boner killer! That's what he says! Boner killer. Also it makes me think a bit about possessed people and then the Vatican and I don't want to think about Papa Benedetto teaching me about exorcisms when I'm having sex with you so. Plus it was a bit scary."
"I'll. Try to keep that in mind." Ludwig settles further back.
"Still, it doesn't happen that much, does it?" And Feliciano snuggles into his side.
"Not that I know of."
Hopefully Feliciano's eyes wouldn't roll back during sex any time soon, since Gilbert had used to do that to frighten Ludwig when he was little and that was another thing he never wanted to associate with his sex life or even thinking about it, along with the Vatican.