Occasion
It wasn't like Feliciano didn't cuddle often. No, that wasn't much of a happening. It might've been Ludwig's foggy state of mind that made this time seem different. The russet-haired boy had wriggled his way beneath Ludwig's strong arm and made a pillow of his chest. His fingers worked absentmindedly at the hem of his black shirt, rumpling it much to the blonde's distaste. Or was it amusement?
Feliciano absently sighed, moving his head to rest on the fabric atop of Ludwig's stomach, clearly pleased by the absence of an argument on his "pillow"'s part. He nuzzled affectionately against the mostly unresponsive German, and sighed softly.
"Germany must be really tired…"
Ludwig always wondered why the Italian boy chose to use his home nation as his name. That fact didn't linger long in his thoughts.
"…to be so nice now~"
Ludwig shifted his gaze southward and a pair of half-lidded, honey-brown eyes stared lovingly back at him. Feliciano rolled so that he was lying face-up, his head having slid its way down to Ludwig's lap by this point. He cocked his head to the side, smiling gently at the unusually soft-faced blond above him.
"I like it."
Fingertips ghosted over Ludwig's cheek and Feliciano's grin grew considerably. Ludwig hesitantly allowed his eyes to flutter shut, and he heard a faint giggle from below.
The feel of fingertips transitioned into the brush of a palm along his jawline and neck and Ludwig's pride gave him enough leeway to sigh contentedly at the ministration. Another pleased chuckle came from the administrator of those feather-light touches.
The hand at his neck was joined by its pair, fingers interlacing behind his head. With a little more force than expected, his head was brought down to the boy in his lap, close enough to feel the others breath on the tip of his nose. Ludwig opened his eyes slowly, and a look of deviousness that did not suit Feliciano had settled over his features.
"I really like it."
The space between their faces was closed by Feliciano's advance in a tender kiss. The boy's lips were warm and Ludwig found himself leaning into the admittedly nice feeling. He allowed his hand to sift through the Italian's soft hair and pull him a bit farther into the blissful contact. How strange of him to be so forward, Ludwig mused.
How strange of me for enjoying it...
Feliciano pulled back, his cheeks and lips dusted red and smiling. Ludwig could feel the same heat on his face, and he was sure a deep blush was there as well.
"Feliciano…"
The tired boy beneath him perked at the sound of his name and made a small sound of acknowledgement.
"I could... probaly stand this on more than one occasion…"