Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia nor any of their characters.
Kink: : Office sex, ear-licking, Italy's hair curl
A/N: Warning, smut ahead though nothing too descriptive.
Distraction:
He hadn't meant for things to get this far. Even if he could say that Feliciano was to blame the most. The Italian just wouldn't stop bothering him while he worked. Moving from one foot to another, his hands moving happily as he yammered on about wanting him to go eat pasta or to stop working to take a nap. He was doing a decent job on blocking the brunet's antics from his mind, but then there was those arms wrapping around his shoulders while a little pink tongue snuck out to lick the outer shell of his ear suddenly.
It sent shivers along his body from the action. He had froze right there and then, only paying attention to how warm breaths brushed against his skin as the Italian whispered about doing more enjoyable things than paper work. It was times like these that Ludwig found it very hard to resist the normally hyper active Italian.
Perhaps it was that reason that it didn't take long for him to have Feliciano stripped down and bent over his desk while he tried to open his pants as quick as possible. The sounds the Italian made as his hands roamed the smaller body made his cock twitch in delight. He tugged on Feliciano's ear with his teeth before trailing kisses and bites down his neck, one hand moving upwards to stroke that one stray hair while the other finished with freeing his cock and moving to prepare the brunet beneath him.
It didn't take long to have himself fully sheathed in that tight warmth, his eyes taking in the sight of Feliciano trying to grip onto anything on the desk while causing everything to scatter and fall off. Ludwig could've cared less of the papers that now lay on the floor or even the broken paper weight lying in two pieces not that far from his feet. His entire attention was on the sweet mewls and moans he was managing to get from the Italian, wanting more and more of that pleasuring sound. His speed increased as he thrust deeper into the warmth, barely recognizing his own voice amongst the moan from the brunet.
Finally they had both reached their climax and Ludwig barely kept himself from falling completely on top of the shorter male as they both panted and took in the after affects of their release. Slowly both their minds finally began to un-fog from the pleasuring experience and they reluctantly moved apart, trying to rearrange themselves into something a little more orderly; though Germany had an idea that Italy could've careless about his undressed state.
He had just gone to pick up some of the fallen paperwork when he felt a light kiss being pressed against his own lips. His blue eyes looked down and met brown and noticed how they seemed to plead with his own. He could see the silent question even before the Italian gently asked. He wanted to go to bed and preferably not alone. He glanced back at the mess he made before looking back at Feliciano.
Ludwig figured he could leave it alone for tomorrow for once. After all a bed with a certain naked Italian did seem to sound more pleasing than a night spent reading reports.