This wouldn't be happening if Ludwig didn't suddenly get an erection while sitting at the table during dinnertime.
But as he watched Feliciano bend down to pull the biscuits he was baking out of the oven, Ludwig couldn't help but stare at that wonderful ass of his, and have pleasant thoughts of how else the two could spend their evening.
Once Feliciano set the tray of biscuits upon the stove, he removed his oven mitts and placed them down on the counter. Pleased with how the biscuits came out, he grinned as he turned around.
"Ludwig, the biscuits are re-ve?"
Feliciano frowned as he noticed that Ludwig wasn't sitting at the table. "Ludwig, where did you go?" he asked out loud as he slowly walked over to the table.
He got his answer when he was suddenly pushed down onto the table.
"L-Ludwig! Wha-"
"I want you."
Well, what the hell. It's been awhile since they last went at it anyway.
Feliciano moaned as Ludwig leaned down to place a trail of kisses down his neck, and running his hands in between his thighs. The touches he was receiving sent slight waves of pleasure throughout his body, eventually reaching down to his dick. Feliciano's erection only grew harder as Ludwig brought one of his hands lower to slowly stroke the sensitive area.
Enjoying the noises coming from the smaller man's mouth, Ludwig then remembered the biscuits. He really hated to have Feliciano's delicious cooking go to waste, but he had also been denying his need long enough.
But then, an idea struck him.
Ludwig unbuckled Feliciano's belt, unzipping and pulling down his pants and afterward. He then lifted himself up from Feliciano and walked over to the stove. Grabbing one the still-warm biscuits, he went back over to the table to take back the initial position he was in over the Italian. He brought the biscuit down and placed it against Feliciano's erection, rubbing the flaky pastry against the shaft.
Feliciano began moaning louder, the warm, flaky texture of the biscuit feeling amazing against his aching cock. He had no clue why Ludwig was using a biscuit to pleasure him, but he was too lost in a haze to care enough to ask.
Feeling his own neglected erection aching within his pants, Ludwig let out a low groan as he unzipped his pants to free his cock. He quickened the pace of rubbing the biscuit against Feliciano's dick as he brought his other hand down to stroke himself as he began to nibble Feliciano's earlobe.
As the pace of that glorious biscuit rubbing against his cock sped up, Feliciano wasn't sure if he could last any longer. With a loud cry, he came all over the biscuit and Ludwig's hand.
"Dio…"
Ludwig chuckled as he lifted the hand holding the biscuit up from between the Italian's legs. "Seems your food isn't the only thing fulfilling for the stomach…"
Feliciano pouted. "Ve, just don't make it a habit of using food everytime we do it. It'd be really weird if you decided to shove one of your funny wurst up my butt!"
Ludwig laughed. "Funny, I've been doing that for awhile now and you didn't find it a problem."
Feliciano was confused. "What do you mean by tha-"
Once again, he got his answer when Ludwig grabbed his hips and plunged deep inside.