Twenty two year old Ludwig Weillschmidt sat across the table, a little smirk tugging at his lips as he eyed the silver haired man opposite him, wine glass twirling between long, graceful fingers. "You know, you really don't have to be so anxious." He pointed out. "I know it's your first business meeting of this caliber, but neither I nor my partners are particularly vicious." There was amusement in the young ambassadors voice, cerulean eyes twinkling, before a frown momentarily tugged at his brow. "I am sorry that my partners are late however. Jones and Kirkland… well they aren't the most prompt. A terribly rude quality, but they're the best the consulate has. Perhaps it'd be better if we simply started?" His eyes took in every detail of the other. Crimson eyes that wore this sort of calm confidence- but Ludwig could see the nervousness underneath. Dishevelled hair; normally the blonde would find that incredibly distasteful for a meeting such as this, but on the older man, it seemed to work. New suit, crisp and well fitting- that was no surprise, after all, he had done his research; he knew for a fact that this was new money, new responsibilities for someone who had scarce had a role in his fathers company until the man had died. It suited him though. "The long and the short of it is, we'd like to hire your company to host our upcoming Gala. This must be done to the utmost of perfection. And of course, I'd be willing to work closely with you on planning, or at least to confirm and approve plans. Do you think you can handle that, Mister Beilschmidt?" He questioned calmly. It was almost endearing, how out of his league the albino man seemed, and yet how well he seemed to mesh into it. The blonde had to admit- this man would easily slide in the circles of influential people. Handsome, almost boyishly charming- it was incredibly disarming. 'Now, now Ludwig. We're here on business, not to ogle the man we're supposed to be working with.' He chastised himself in his head. It was tempting though. However, right now he was trying his best to keep a low profile after that awful debacle in Spain.

"Of course," Gilbert replied slowly, listening silently to what was said. He knew he was in the position to listen first and foremost and only then talk, holding his tongue when need be (a skill he had had to develop in a very short time after being thrust into this new position). "It would be our honour to host your Gala and everything will be done with utmost professionalism," he said simply, running through the words in his head before saying them out loud. Admittedly the other man was a little intimidating- he was younger, but obviously more skilled at this sort of thing and ridiculously handsome, however Gilbert was determined not to make a fool of himself, now that he had a reputation to uphold.

"Good. I completely trust that you will do as good a job as your father would have." He replied with that same over confident smirk never leaving his lips. "I do hope you'll be able to arrange it discreetly. I am doing my best to keep it off of the presses radar until after the fact." He didn't mention that he was avoiding the press- likely the man in front of him had already heard about the debacle with his now ex lover in Spain, wherein he had ended the evening with a glass of champagne to the face. Not his most shining moment. The press had been all over that, tabloids accusing him of cheating and all sorts of other unsavory things. He may be bad for one night stands, and had a string of people ready to jump- but he would never cheat. If he were actually in a committed relationship, he truly did commit.

"Naturally. Discretion and the wishes of our clientele are our highest priorities after all," Gilbert assured him, resting his elbows on the armrests of the chair. He was actually fidgety but was doing his best to control himself. If the other man was not so great to look at he was sure he'd be bored to tears but at any rate, he tried to keep focused and professional (as much as he thought it was total bullshit). "There will be no press releases from my company until you choose to disclose the information," he added as an afterthought, using the kind of words that his father always used.

"Good. I'm very pleased to hear that." His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he raised a hand. "If you'll excuse me a moment." He apologized, standing and stepping to the other side of the room, a frown tugging at his lips. Dammit. It was from Jones, saying he and Kirkland had gotten stuck at the airport and wouldn't be back. "I'm terribly sorry." He once more apologized as he returned. "But it seems my partners will not be attending this meeting after all. They are stuck at the airport. Perhaps you would prefer to take this some place less stuffy to discuss plans for the Gala? I know the office can be quite intimidating." He offered politely, blue eyes remaining calm. Ahh... surely it wouldn't hurt to at least take the man some place more relaxed. "Do you know anywhere pleasant? I'm afraid I haven't been here very long."

"I suppose," Gilbert nodded and stood up as well, smoothing down his blazer. He had to think hard about his next move with another round of 'what would my father do?' thoughts, not get distracted by the man's physique for one but aside from that he thought about all the reputable places in town. "The restaurant at your hotel is not half bad," he said with a casual shrug, he had been in charge of offering the ambassadors accommodation after all so he did choose a luxury hotel with good recreational facilities as well in mind.

"There it is then." He offered Gilbert a smile, an actual one, not a smirk, as he motioned for the other to lead the way. "Do they by chance have good tasting beer there?" He questioned. It wasn't his habit to drink while at business meetings- but he was more than a little agitated with his partners, what could be the harm in having one drink with a man as charming as Gilbert appeared to be?

"First thing I judge accommodation by, I can assure you the bar is very varied," Gilbert nodded with a soft laugh. Beer was something he actually had a genuine, refined taste in, unlike almost everything else expected of him. He led him down to the parking lot where his driver waited, personally he preferred to drive on his own but his new image required service staff and he had no choice but to oblige. He opened the passenger side door for the taller man politely.

"Thank you." He murmured, sliding into the car and waiting for the albino to join him. A gentleman. How rare in todays society. Definitely a trait Ludwig could find rather appealing, despite the rumours he'd heard about the older man, Gilbert seemed rather calm and well behaved. Curling his fingers beside him, the blonde kept his eyes ahead. For some reason, knowing that made him itch to see how much it would take to make Gilbert wild. Dangerous thoughts on his part.

Gilbert just nodded curtly and joined him soon after, giving his driver the destination in rapid fire German. He was mentally making himself a checklist of what not to do: drink excessively, swear, let down his guard or worse yet hit on the man, no matter how subtly. He had always been rich and spoilt, living on his father's money lavishly (some of his escapades inevitably leaking into the tabloids) with close to zero interest in business and politics but then his father died and he had to grow up if he wanted to continue living comfortably with some semblance of power, and so here he was, learning on the go how to run a business.

When they arrived, blue eyes took in every detail of the bar. "It's very classy. Yet not too stuffy." He mused, glancing back at Gilbert with an unreadable look, eyes twinkling with mischief as the corner of his lips tugged upwards. "You have good taste. Something that I think will serve me well." Ludwig quickly told the waitress that it was just the two of them, trying not to snort as she got flustered. It was honestly rather amusing how girls got worked up around him when truthfully, he was incredibly gay.

"Thank you," Gilbert said with a nod, mentally giving himself a pat on the back, it was at the very least quite reassuring that the other man approved of the place. "It was a favourite of my father's," he added, nodding over to the waitress just to be polite as she led them over to a table. Ludwig's interaction with the woman intrigued him though, he seemed condescending- which could mean either that he just was that self-assured or that he wasn't interested in making her flustered (despite the girl being very pretty, for all his homosexuality, Gilbert could appreciate that aesthetics of a pretty girl).

Reaching the table, Ludwig ordered a beer from the girl, watching as she walked off and trying desperately not to roll his eyes. As though he hadn't felt her slip her number into his pocket. Ridiculous. "You know, it's rather funny to me." He mused, whether to Gilbert or himself wasn't clear. "This continues to happen, and yet here I was fairly certain the tabloids have made it rather clear I'm not interested."

"Don't read tabloids," Gilbert said with a shrug of his shoulders, it wasn't strictly speaking true though simply because he received all the relevant information second-hand from his friends really. He had heard something about Ludwig though, at the time not paying much attention to the story and now wishing he had prepared better. "Besides people know, or at least hope, them to not be too credible," he mused.

"I suppose so. All too often though, people are more than willing to jump on what they hear." There was no keeping the bitterness from his voice this time, even though the smile stayed in place. "Anyhow, I suppose we should start working. I was thinking of a venue with a large staircase for the guests to descend down." He said thoughtfully. "Perhaps some ice sculptures in the main hall. The dress code is of course black and white, and very formal. Maybe some violins?"

Gilbert arched an eyebrow slightly at the definite bitterness in the tone of the other man, and made a mental note to research it later, but stopped himself from posing any questions, gossiping was in bad taste. He quickly switched over to the next topic, letting his mind unwilling change to business mode. "That is easy enough to arrange. The musicians in the Philharmonic orchestra like making extra cash out of events so it won't be difficult to arrange a top notch strings quartet at least or perhaps a small orchestra," he nodded, "there is a venue in the inner city, a restaurant, that specialises in banquets. The interior is marble, with a staircase like you have described, the whole pack," he said.

Ludwig raised a brow, easily looking impressed with the others knowledge of locations. "Sounds perfect. You're far better at this than I had expected." He confessed, graciously taking his beer when it returned, taking a sip, before smiling at the other. "You have very good taste in beer too, if I may be so bold. Now then- do you know how to waltz?" He questioned. "As planner, of course you will have to be in attendance, should there be any kind of problems, it's simply easier."

Gilbert smiled at the compliment, it was nice having his preparation acknowledged, since he had prepared for this as well as he could, learning as many tools in the trade as possible though still a tad insecure about the whole business. The last question startled him though. "Well, yes," he said finally, nodding his head, "not very well, I must admit, but I've been taught." Those were some of the lessons his father had insisted on him taking, going as far as employing personal tutors but Gilbert was a bad student who missed lessons more often than not. His ballroom dance was passable, but by no means perfect.

"Good. It really is much more pleasant for you if you go with the intent of enjoying yourself, as stuffy as these events can be." He chuckled quietly, brushing his fingers back through blonde locks. "Personally if I had the choice, I'd never attend the damn things. Far more interesting things to do with my time, but ahh, I suppose it's unavoidable. Being the youngest there is always such a bore though." It was true, Ludwig, at twenty two, was a good twenty years younger then the next youngest ambassador. A prodigy really.

"Until you've told me otherwise I was under the impression that I had a choice, unfortunately seems like that is not the case," Gilbert chuckled, leaning back in his seat, he was almost tempted to say that it wasn't his type of scene before he realised that now he was obliged to say it was. He was a little distracted at the perhaps unintentional movement of the man, brushing his fingers through his hair but he managed to bring himself back to earth just in time, hoping he hadn't noticed. He wasn't used to saying no to himself, but now it was crucial.

Ludwig smiled wryly. "Ahhh, if I have to sit through it, I'm taking you down with me." His light and playful tone suggested he was teasing, those lips staying in their upward curve. "It really is terribly dull, I don't understand why people make them out to be some grand thing. But oh well. It can't be helped with powerful men such as those i work with."

"I will be putting the catering as a top priority now that I have to attend myself," Gilbert chuckled, it did feel a little less tense now that they were on a slightly more friendly basis. Gilbert still couldn't help but be intimidated but he was finding it much easier to communicate with the man now. "And I suppose powerful men are not the worst to be around at the end of the day."

A pause, Ludwigs next words seemed very carefully spoken. "...you might be... surprised... at what unpleasant company they truly are." He murmured, before shaking his head. "No matter though. If you wish to bring a date, your invitation will allow you to do so. And of course, alcohol will be complimentary..." Another wry smile. "One of the few ways I've found to bear them."

"Ah, that's quite sneaky, although I'll probably abstain thank you, or it might lead to some...ah, unsavoury situations," Gilbert said with a shrug, while by abstain he simply meant not overdo it as he could handle his drink better than the average man, he still needed to tread lightly especially so early in his career. He could see that Ludwig was alluding to a particular even for the duration of the conversation and while words like 'Spain', 'scandal' and 'lover' did pop up into his head from what he heard, he honestly had no recollection of the actual substance of the story.

This time, the blonde man truly did laugh, deep and rumbling. "Who knows, perhaps that would manage to liven things up a little! Usually I find myself in that particular hot seat, but if you wish to cause an entertaining scene, I would rather quite enjoy to not be the center of scrutiny for once." He teased, once more brushing his fingers through his hair. Ahh, he was pleased to see the other was funny as well, it really would make their job much easier, although it made his self control a fair amount harder if he were honest.

"And make my father turn in his grave? As adept as I am a causing scenes I do not exaggerate that my father will come back to haunt me and any attempt to exorcise him will amount to being utterly catastrophic so once again, no thank you," Gilbert shrugged with a grin, slightly cocking his head to the side. The man's laugh however seemed to reverberate in the pit of his stomach, and that was nothing good. He generally thought Ludwig's voice was quite sexy, but giving him a sexy laugh was too much. Gilbert mentally cursed and thanked his fate that his customer was young and handsome and ridiculously alluring.

"I'd never met the man, but I've heard from my predecessors that he was all work and no play." He hummed, before that smirk once more returned. "I'm rather pleased to see you at least have some amusement in you. It makes it far more pleasant for the both of us, wouldn't you agree?" He questioned, blue eyes twinkling with something unreadable. He really was just enjoying himself far too much, and he couldn't help but notice that he really was rather enjoying the other man's presence. He took another drink of his beer, cerulean meeting crimson as he leaned onto his hand. "So, adept at causing scenes are you? It seems that we share that trait, although rarely do I aim for that as a goal."

"That would be my father, exactly," Gilbert commented with a laugh, and as strict as his father was and as much as he tried to control his son, really he slipped through his fingers too easily. "And yes, I suppose that does make our job that much more pleasant," he nodded, maintaining eye contact before breaking it off a little hastily, suddenly slightly flustered and instantly cursing his moment of weakness. "And I do not exactly strive to be scandalous... but circumstances get the best of me sometimes, not to mention I'm not exactly… fond... of this responsibility," he murmured, wondering if he accidentally went too personal.

"A sentiment I understand all too well." He agreed. "My uncle was the equivalent of your father, an Austrian man who raised me." He chuckled once more. "Most men my age are out drinking and partying. I'm stuck at a Gala. The irony is that my father himself grew weary of this very quickly and married my mother. The irony doesn't cease to amuse me." He took another drink of the beer, licking some of the froth off of his lips slowly. "I dare say none of us aim to be scandalous." Another deep husky laugh. "It just seems to come naturally. I dare say behaving it quite overrated anyhow. What's the fun of being young and powerful if you can't get in a shock here or there?

Gilbert really hoped he wasn't blushing, or staring, but his face really did feel pretty hot and he knew the almost complete lack of pigment in his skin was like to betray him. "It's all about the image, unfortunately, and money quickly disappears should you indulge yourself, as do connections- unless you're invited to those shady old man orgies," he chuckled softly, "if there was one thing my father particularly tried to drill into my brain that as the heir there are certain norms I must adhere to, and after numerous slip ups I'm almost tempted to heed his words."

"Now now, I'm not so sure about that." He hummed, casually noting the others flushed face with a hint of inward glee. Ahh, so he at least had the capability to make the other flush- and God was it something to see, the pale rose dancing through porcelain skin. "I must confess I've been caught in some rather sordid events here and there, and yet my contacts all still are on good terms with me." He smirked, once more locking eyes on the other man. "Although the look of horror on my uncles face when he caught me with the French delegate in the coat check in was something I cherish to this day."

"Ah, you're much better established than I am though," Gilbert pointed out, his fingers playing with the hems of his sleeves as a sort of a nervous tick. He forced himself to be on even higher alert though it didn't seem to be helping much as the man was clearly smirking and clearly locking eyes with him again and Gilbert had to swallow thickly to regain his composure more or less. However he was also completely against selling himself as some blushing maiden, because he was almost anything but. "Besides, I had my fix of scolding and looks of horror off my father when he was alive, may he rest in peace, him visiting me from hell I have not yet experienced as none of my actions thus far have merited a visit," he hummed, pushing his shoulders back a little, "I suppose that may be a good thing, although life has been remarkably less… exciting."

"That does seem fair." He agreed, once more licking his lips. "But terribly boring. I suppose though, if you pull off this Gala, you'll be far more established than you are now." Ludwig hummed out. He paused a moment, eyes lazily drinking in every detail of the other- he made no move to hide it either, absolutely shameless. "You know... you, Gilbert Beilschmidt, are really quite unlike anyone I've ever met before." He decided. Already, he could tell that when this man let go, he really let go, the younger man's mind all at once filled with images of those lithe hips pressing him into a wall. He ignored those thoughts for now, deeming them rather inconvenient for the moment.

Gilbert laughed at the comment about the Gala. "Well yes, why else am I here wasting my time on you," he teased, clearly taking a more risqué approach as Ludwig had gotten less reserved, because when it came to shamelessness Gilbert was very much at home. He could see that it was clearly going somewhere that was nothing to do with the Gala or business in general, either a very elaborate mind game or whatever else. "In what way? Am I meant to take it as a compliment?" he asked regarding his second comment, grinning and cocking his head to the side almost coyly.

"Because you've seen the absolute sticks in the mud I deal with and have decided to pity me by gracing me with the presence of such a handsome man?" He offered helpfully, grinning almost deviantly. At the others question, another deep laugh erupted from his throat. "Oh yes, most certainly it is a compliment. In my line of work, it really is so hard to come across someone who honestly intrigues me. I'm rather curious about you it seems." He confessed, his air of confidence never wavering, not even for a moment. "Everyone else is so flat. Work work work, boring wives. You really are a delightful change." He hummed. "Not to mention, incredibly attractive, something that, even working, I'm not nearly stupid or blind enough to miss."

"Ah, you flatter me really, which raises the question: why? I should be the one sucking up to you," Gilbert hummed, resting his cheek on his hand and looking over at the other man through pale eyelashes. "You do seem to hate the company you're stuck to, I'm not so sure I want to meet any of them at this Gala deal, I really am no good at all the wife talk," he chuckled, arching an eyebrow every time he was called handsome, which naturally pleased him immensely but he was so far choosing the route of playing hard to get and not exactly returning any compliments although he was sure his previous bouts of embarrassment had already conveyed the message.

"I rather believe honesty is key, don't you?" He purred lowly, once more locking his eyes on the other. "Ah, yes, a rather dreadful fate, I apologize ahead of time for it. Perhaps you'd grant me the pleasure of your company there as well. Seems of all of them, you're the most intriguing to converse with. I rather enjoy it." He confessed, taking another sip of his beer before grinning. "Although you too are rather readable, my dear. This hard to get act really is charming, although I was admittedly fond of how pretty that pale skin of yours looks when you flush."

"Ah, well, I never really considered subtlety my strong suit, sad but true," Gilbert mused, going as far as pouting a little before leaning forward, resting his elbows on the table. "When I want something, I want something, and I'm not used to not getting what I want. Now then, you're taking me to the Gala, am I understanding you correctly?" he asked with a smirk on his pale lips, looking up at the blond man, bold now that he didn't have to keep anything under lock. "Such a shame you cracked me so soon, I was enjoying that," he grinned.

"I'm very glad to hear I'm something you want." He retorted, eyes amused. "And yes, I do believe that would be the most enjoyable scenario for us both, do you not agree? Besides, that is two less plus ones you have to worry about." He pointed out, tone playful. "As was I." He agreed, with a woeful smile on his lips. "But that precious little flush of yours really is just too appealing." Ludwig decided. "I've never met someone who could make something as simple as blushing quite so..." That smirk reappeared, tugging at his lips. "...enticing. And admittedly, that pretty skin of yours practically begs for one or two well placed marks." The blonde pointed out rather shamelessly.

"Ah ah, now what kind of offer is that, how very unprofessional," Gilbert teased, his smirk only getting wide and he shifted his leg under the table to touch against the other mans playfully. "Are you really that set on bringing my father back from the grave to berate me one last time," he mused, purposefully lowering his voice despite the almost empty bar anyway though just giving himself the excuse to lean in closer still. Ludwig was definitely beautiful, he decided, and bold and witty and not showing any signs of wanting to submit to him which made for an interesting dynamic, and so damn it all to hell if he wasn't going to get him by the end of the night.

"Terribly unprofessional." He agreed. "What a shame that since the moment you walked into my office, I've been thinking about anything but professionalism." He confessed with a grin, slowly, almost tauntingly rubbing his leg against the other. "Perhaps I am. It would interesting, don't you think? Although..." He paused, thoughtful even as he leaned in closer. "...I do believe that if we're going to make your poor father come all the way back from the grave, we really ought to make it something spectacular, don't you agree?" He questioned. "No point going half way for an end game such as that."

"Now you're saying something of substance, Mr Weillschmidt," Gilbert grinned, a pleased look on his face, enjoying even the slightest touch of his leg, it was really winding him up. "If we do make my father return, I want to be able to stand tall with no regrets and face his hellish wrath with the feeling of satisfaction, can you make that happen?" he murmured huskily.

"I definitely think we can work something out." He hummed, before grinning even wider. "Satisfaction is guaranteed, my dear Mr Beilschmidt. If you aren't screaming my name loud enough to piss off my neighbour, then I'll make damn sure to remedy that situation." Ludwig promised, eyes glittering with seriousness at his words. "Now then- the question is this; how many times do you think you can handle before you can't sit properly for tomorrows meeting?" There was a pause, and a wicked smile. "Because whatever that number is... I really do think we should double it. As I said, there really is no point in going half way in such an endeavor, it simply seems sloppy. And I have quite the fair amount of surfaces in my place that would be rather lucky to be acquainted with your body."

"Oh, now you better not disappoint, my friend. Are you sure your true calling isn't advertising?You're awfully adept at talking really. I must say you've definitely sold the idea to me, and now I must see if the product lives up to its name," Gilbert mused, though as much as he maintained a calm facade the words, and even worse the smiles and smirks sent shivers down his spine. He had had quite a few high profile affairs, being the arm candy for some, the bad influence boyfriend for others and even a gold-digger, especially in his younger days if god forbid his father had cut off his pocket money after yet another fight, this however...was already so much more enticing than anything he had done before, and he tried to not even imagine anything, knowing the real thing would end up being better.

Ludwig chuckled in spite of himself, once more brushing his leg against the others. "Ah yes, well I suppose in my line of work it's imperative to be well spoken, wouldn't you agree?" He questioned. "I assure you it does. Now you have an option, my dear. Either we can continue to sit here and merely discuss this notion, or we can return to my place and you can..." A pause. "...see if the product lives up to it's name, yes?" The blonde leaned just an inch closer, his devious smile never leaving his lips. "As much as I do enjoy sitting here playing footsies with you, I really am far more inclined to being test driven." He mused.

"Ah, a much needed plot development," Gilbert grinned instantly, brushing his fingers over Ludwig's cheek and dipping under his chin, "Then come on, show me what you've got that I must be so eager to test," he smirked and pulled his leg back, slipping out of his seat and running his fingers through his hair, looking back at Ludwig over his shoulder.

Ludwig certainly didn't need to be told twice, slapping the money for their bill down on the table and following the albino out. He wound an arm around his waist with ease, fingers toying at the hem of his shirt. "Absolutely unprofessional." He teased as they got into the car, his fingers settling on Gilberts knee, sliding up to rub taunting little circles into his thighs. "Now then, while we wait to get home- we have a dilemma to face, my darling." He paused, giving the other a moment to ponder his words before continuing. "We can either wait, and I can take you in the bed like a proper gentleman- ah, but I feel that's a tad boring when I'm aiming to impress- I could take you against the wall in my apartment first... or, and this really is my favorite option, I could show you just what I was doing with the French Delegate when my uncle so rudely interrupted." He teased, running his fingers higher up the others legs and licking his lips. Yes, he was all too willing to show the other just how good he was with his mouth alone, right here and now.

Gilbert kept a pleased smirk on his face but otherwise showed no emotion, although easily letting him manipulate his body or pull him closer. "It's not much of a dilemma if you already have a favourite option now is it?" he mused, not showing the sheer amount of pleasure he got just out of those teasing fingers on his knee and thighs. "Besides you promised me a double number of everything so I might just as well let you do what you please," he ceded, looking over at him with a lazy, almost feline expression.

"Ahh then I'm glad to see we are on the same page." Even as he spoke, he slid from the seat to the spot in front of the other, idly popping the button on the others pants. "So hard already?" He question, pressing teasing kisses to the fabric before tugging the zipper down with his teeth. "Why, my darling, I've done little more than talk to you yet!"

"I did praise your talking, I do recall, and I meant it," Gilbert hummed, without the slightest hint of embarrassment, he felt he was justified here. "Regardless, I do like where you're going with this," he commented, looking down at him and spreading his legs a little wider for comfort.

"As you likely should." He agreed, before closing his mouth around the others underwear clad bulge, giving a teasingly rough little suck, his hot breath moistening the fabric and allowing that damp heat to sink through. He pulled off with a smirk, looking up at the older man. "I can assure you though that talking is one of my lesser skills with my mouth." Nimble fingers tugged the fabric down, freeing the others hardened length. His tongue ran from base to tip, pressing into the sensitive spot where the shaft met the head before taking the bulbous tip into his mouth, sucking him off skillfully, his tongue dipping into the tiny slit at the head, teasing and coaxing a reaction out.

Gilbert let out a surprised moan, almost not expecting the man to get down to business so soon, but then again the rather self-assured talk didn't seem like bragging in a couple of moments because the heat of the others mouth and teasing of his tongue managed to elicit another low groan and a hushed stream of German profanities, whispered under his breath. That was a surprisingly talented mouth, there was no debate around that point. He was almost tempted to grab at his hair but then decided it was too early in the evening to be showing that much involvement so he leaned back against the seat cheekily, draping his arms over the back of the seat and leaning his head to the side, watching the other man through half lidded eyes. He couldn't help the slight blush covering his face but didn't try to hide it either, his breathing becoming just a little bit strained as he fought to stay in control of himself despite the white-hot pleasure between his legs and the gorgeous man who was the cause of it all.

Ludwig, had he not had his mouth rather full (he'd always been taught it was terribly rude to speak with your mouth full), wouldn't have been able to contain the snicker at the others attempt at being calm. Now now, that simply wouldn't do. He had a guarantee to uphold after all. So, with a devious look in his eyes, he lowered his mouth more completely around him, feeling the tip hit the back of his throat in a way that he had to confess was exhilarating. Without warning, he began to hum around him, sending wave after wave of vibrations through him.

Gilbert simply gasped and his eyes screwed shut as another whimpering moan slipped past his lips, sabotaging the whole resolution to stay quiet. Gilbert had to admit he was very impressed and Ludwig showed talent and skill almost inappropriate for his age. At this stage he was a little embarrassed as he was so fully controlled by the younger man's actions but at the same time it felt infinitely good so he couldn't complain.

Ooh that whimpered moan simply made him more determined. Satisfaction guaranteed, he had promised, and so he began to slowly bob his head, fingers resting on the others fabric clad thighs for purchase. He had to admit, Gilbert was one of the more enjoyable ones he had done this for, although he couldn't necessarily discern why. Perhaps because Gilbert simply intrigued him more. Even still, he was completely focused on his task, almost greedy as he sucked him- it was clear this was pleasurable for him as well. In fact, this was probably one of his favorite parts if he were honest with himself. He pulled back for only a moment so the other could properly see him, precum smeared on his lips, before that deviant tongue darted out to lick it off slowly, mischievous eyes once more locked on the other. And then his mouth was back around, clear to the base, and oh god, he was swallowing around his cock, and constricting his throat almost deliciously.

"S-scheisse..." Gilbert gasped, eventually starting to lose the control of the noise that escaped past his lips. He was panting but eventually he opened his eyes once again to look down at the man pleasuring him and he realised he would never want to look away again. He was stunning gorgeous generally but down on his knees it was an even more gratifying sight, and god, the man looked so eager and enthusiastic to give him pleasure that it made his stomach flip. He shivered at the tiny interlude, watching that tongue lick precum off his lips and he could feel his face get hot. He was about to say something, anything remotely witty but then his mouth was on him again and his mind was wiped blank. He knew he wouldn't last long at that point, white hot pleasure searing up his spine.

That was exactly what the younger man was aiming for, as he once more began to bob, dragging his tongue along the veiny underside as he hollowed his cheeks for a tighter seal. Yes, talking was most certainly one of his lesser talents with his mouth, and by the sounds of the moans falling from the others lips, he was willing to say he was making good on his guarantee. Good. After all, he aimed to please. His fingers pressed carefully into Gilberts fabric clad thighs as he sucked, running upwards to brush over the seam between his legs, angling his fingers in such a way that the stroked over the the others balls teasingly, adding a little more pressure so the friction increased.

Gilbert groaned and shivered. He didn't know how Ludwig could make such teasing touches so satisfying. He had to use all his self control to keep his hips rooted in place, his fingernails digging into his palms as he felt the knots in the pit of his stomach tighten hard. "Not gonna last much longer..." he panted as a warning, not caring that it wasn't exactly that long. He usually could last a ridiculously long time but this was really taking him by surprise almost. Yes, talking was definitely the lesser talent of that mouth.

He pulled away for only a moment to smirk up at him. "Good, otherwise I'd fear I wasn't doing my job properly. You know- I won't break if you're a little more forceful, my dear." He hummed, taking him in once more and giving a greedy suck to the head, fingers moving to grip onto the others hips as he coaxed them forward, showing the other he was absolutely alright with the silver haired man thrust into the hot mouth of his. Gilbert wasn't screaming his name yet, and that simply wouldn't do. And so, slipping those deviant fingers into the others boxers to massage and tease his sensitive balls, he once more pressed his mouth to the base, beginning to hum something faster, lower, around his cock.

"Oh, fuck!" Gilbert breathed, his hips jolting as they were coaxed forward, just wanting to feel that mouth again. No amount of daydream would have prepared him for the sheer intensity of those eyes or that smirk, the feel of those fingers or that mouth. He arched his back a little, a loud moan spilling past his lips as he felt the fingers dip into his boxer and tease his balls. He almost came right there and then really but he wanted to hold it back for just a few more moments, panting with an open mouth.

Even so, Ludwig took his time, patient as he continued to suck and lick at the other, index finger rubbing along the valley between the two mounds, applying just enough pressure- this was far from his first time, and while each partner was a little different, the basics rarely changed. His tongue flicked back into the slit at the head, an eager look of concentration on his face as he greedily waited for his reward, lips parting to brush along the head.

"Ludwig..." Gilbert moaned breathlessly, for the first time since they met using his first name. It only took the tongue playing at the slit on his tip before he came hard, into the other man's parted lips, his whole body going tense then slack again, his chest heaving with uneven breaths. He leaned his head against the back of the seat, running his fingers through his hair as he caught his breath.

There was no denying that his name coming from the others lips was an incredibly pleasing sound for the blonde, the pleasure in the tone causing a low groan of his own. It wasn't yet a scream- but it was certainly a start. He grinned deviously as the other came, swallowing what ended up in his mouth before locking eyes with Gilbert, blue on crimson as he began to slowly lick him clean. It was teasing and erotic- it was damn well supposed to be, the young ambassador finishing with a kiss to the head before moving back up to his seat. "So- how's your test drive so far?" He questioned, his tone holding an impudent smugness.

"Well..." Gilbert laughed breathlessly, trying to will the tell-tale blush off his cheeks. He turned his head to the side to look at him as he sat back down. He let his hands trail down and zip his pants back up without looking. "I have to say I'm impressed, there's no point in lying about it after all," he mused, he allowed Ludwig to be smug, after all, he sure as hell had the skills to be smug about and...that smirk and those eyes were so very alluring when this self-assured.

"Mmm... but what kind of test run would it be if I didn't show you all that the..." A grin tugged at the corner of his lips, those blue eyes twinkling once more. Damn, this was too much fun. Even his last lover hadn't been nearly this enjoyable to tease or banter with. No no, with him it had been straight to work, no talking, no playfulness. Ludwig was much more in his area when it was like this. "...product... has to offer as far as features and services?" He questioned. "Not to mention- I have to live up to my guarantee after all. I haven't made you scream yet." His voice was calm as he spoke, delighting in the flush on the others face. "That simply won't do, now will it?"

"Absolutely not," Gilbert agreed, pale lips turned upwards slightly but mostly keeping an absolutely straight face, his tone as business like as it was at the meeting, "I'll have to see...and try everything you have to offer after all, and make sure you make good on all your promises as you made a lot. How else do I know if it's worth my time?" he mused, for the duration of his speech letting his eyes scan the others physique in the obviously custom fitted suit.

"I absolutely agree." He said calmly, keeping his eyes on the other even as his hand slid to crotch once more, rubbing in teasing little circles. What could the harm possibly be in teasing him until they arrived at his townhouse? Yet another feature- Ludwig was an incredible tease, willing to go to almost any length to drive his partner crazy.

"How cheeky of you," Gilbert murmured, rolling his eyes playfully before leaning up and scooting over closer, letting his own hand ghost over the other man's thigh, feeling the lithe muscle underneath. "I'd say patience is a virtue, but then I'm not so sure it applies," he breathed, feeling his body start to react but refusing to give in so fast.

"I really am incorrigible." He agreed, shifting his legs apart slightly as he continued to stroke the other. "Already sucked you off and haven't even kissed you yet." He mused. "I really ought to remedy that." That was the only warning he gave before pulling the other close, kissing him hard. His tongue snaked into the others mouth, exploring every inch of it, letting the older man taste his own seed. There was nothing gentle about it- but then, Ludwig wasn't a particularly gentle lover- never at the start. Gentleness was reserved for after he learned his partners body, learned how to touch, where to tease. Some partners liked gentle, others didn't. It was best to learn those things first.

Gilbert groaned at the taste of his own seed but returned the kiss eagerly, slipping his hands up his thighs then muscular chest before hooking his fingers under his tie and pulling him closer still, sucking on his tongue. He didn't like or want a gentle lover and so this suited him just fine, he was half tempted to get up on his lap.

The hand on the others crotch never stopped, continuing to stroke in those dizzying little circles as Ludwig tugged him closer still. He pulled away for air, smirking. "I think I'll take you the first time in front of a mirror... so you can see your face... so I can show you as I mark your beautiful skin." He hummed lowly, kissing him again, nipping at his lower lip, tongue darting out to soothe the bite.

"And people tell me, I'm arrogant," Gilbert smirked, tugging him close by the tie again and catching his lips in another searing kiss, parting his lips as the other man tried to soothe the mark from the harsh nip. He let his hips press up into his hand, letting his free hand rub over his chest, tracing the impressive muscles through the fabric of the shirt.

"Not arrogant, just honest." He retorted, tongue once more swirling in the others mouth, coaxing the older mans tongue into his own, sucking on it greedily as he slipped his fingers into the others suit pants, gripping his cock and giving a quick little pump. "Besides, you really don't seem to mind." The blonde pointed out, another rough tug following. He groaned quietly at the hands on his chest, an arm winding around Gilberts waist to pull him onto his lap.

"Of course I don't mind, it feels bloody good," Gilbert smirked, pushing his hips down to his hard as soon as he was pulled onto the taller mans lap, fingers slipping into the back of his gelled hair and tugging roughly. "Watch yourself now, I don't want you out of steam when we get there," he teased with a smirk.

"Oh I assure you, I have plenty of steam left." He continued to stroke at the others cock until he was once more rock hard and aching , before moving his hand away. Blue eyes locked on red, as Ludwig rezipped the others pants up around his hard on, returning to his light teasing touches through the fabric, certainly not enough to get him off, but enough to make him need more. His own cock was aching to be freed, to bury itself in the tight heat he knew was waiting for him. Even still- he had to be patient. He had an impression to make after all, and impressions were very very important, he'd learnt. But oh God, those hands in his hair... it was one of his weaknesses himself, he loved his hair tugged. "Mmm... can't let you have too good a preview before we even get there, now can I? If I let you come twice before we even arrive, I imagine you'll be the one to run out of steam, darling." He hummed out calmly, continuing to stroke, varying in pressure from heavy to light, the strokes from fast to achingly slow. "And that would be a shame when I promised you twice your limit of being able to walk properly, now wouldn't it?"

"Then maybe we should stop focusing so much on me, and focus on you instead, how does that sound, baby?" Gilbert smirked, his fingers buried tightly in the blond hair, tugging his head back a little so he'd look up at him. "I mean, I can feel you're no small boy down there," he purred, rolling his hips down against his, it was a little self-serving because he needed the friction but he also really wanted to feel him already, and he could see he was definitely not as calm as he tried to make himself seem.

One blonde brow arched at the term, an amused smile tugging at his lips. "Baby, hmm?" He teased in a low husky purr, even as he rolled his hips back up against the other. "I'm rather pleased that my test run is going well enough to have earned such a term." Ludwig leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the others throat, tongue darting out to run from where his ear and slender neck met, down to the collar of his dress shirt. "Yes, I'm rather sure you'll find the...product... much to your delight." He agreed, nipping down on the others throat lightly before growling lowly against him. "But I advise your patience my darling. I assure you, it's very much worth it." He coaxed as they approached the address, knowing they didn't have enough time for more before they arrived.

Gilbert nodded with a grin and leaned over, nipping at his ear lightly before moving off his lap and smoothing down his clothes and hair, trying to look as innocent and unruffled as possible despite his aching hard-on, although he was very much glad to see Ludwig wasn't exactly disinterested either. He was looking forward to the comfort of an apartment. Fucking around in the car was fun but if they were doing this seriously, they needed stable surfaces.

The moment the car reached the townhouse, Ludwig wasted no time. He helped the other out, before lifting him and wrapping the albinos legs around his hips, kissing him deeply, greedily, as they headed for the door. He unlocked it quickly, not even giving the other much chance to look around as he headed straight up the stairs to the bedroom- and to the mirror he'd promised. When they arrived in the room, the younger male pressed him into the door, fingers running over the thighs that sat around his hips, sliding up to stroke over the others entrance lightly through his pants, all semblance of restraint gone, although he still maintained an air of being in control. "Fuck you're gorgeous." He growled against him, kissing and nipping at his jaw.

Gilbert laughed breathlessly and clutched onto him tightly as he was carried, he found it a massive turn on how Ludwig simply carried him and snatched the control. "I know right, hence why you are being so unprofessional," he commented smugly, deciding to act like his usual cocky self despite the other getting more and more rough. He tangled his fingers in his hair and angled his head back, greedily accepting the kisses to his neck, he was very sensitive there.

"Oh I do believe I'm being quite professional." He retorted, grinding his hips into the other, nipping at his throat. "After all- I'm merely giving you a product demonstration, am I not?" Ludwig purred lowly against him, before setting him down and pulling away, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, facing the large mirror. "Come here." He ordered huskily. "Come sit on my lap, back to my chest. It's time I make good on my guarantee, wouldn't you agree?"

"Ah, just take it easy on the first round, don't break me, alright, big boy?" Gilbert murmured with a wide smirk before following to the bed, adding an extra swing to his hips. He knew he had a nice ass for a man, it wasn't feminine though, anything but it wasn't flat either and his hip bones were clearly discernible. "I mean that looks like ten inches or something at a glance and you haven't even taken it out yet," he chuckled huskily, tracing his fingers under his chin when he was close enough then turning around and straddling his lap.

"I'll be gentle enough, don't worry." His voice softened for a moment as he tugged the other back so he was staring at the mirror, his back pressed to Ludwigs chest. The blonde smirked, fingers sliding up to the top button of his collar, popping it open as his lips pressed to the pale skin under the albinos ear, nipping and sucking as his hands then loosened Gilberts tie and slid it off, letting it hit the ground. "Keep looking in the mirror, darling." He ordered huskily. "Don't look away."

Gilbert definitely liked taking orders, he'd never admit to it but as someone who was used to bossing other people around if along came a man who could make him submit he'd practically melt for them. And Ludwig just calmly came and asserted his dominance so smoothly that Gilbert wasn't going to disobey him, at least not until he wanted to. He kept looking in the mirror, feeling those nimble fingers easing off his clothes and seeing the gorgeous man give attention to his jaw. It made his stomach do a flip or two and he shifted backwards a little more, until he felt the firm bulge right under himself.

Ludwig snickered lowly against his skin, giving a short but powerful thrust up against him, fingers deftly undoing the next button, another kiss soon being pressed an inch below the first, the younger man sucking and nipping until a dark mark began to blossom- in just the perfect spot that it would be visible, and be visible for a good little while, impudent brat that Ludwig was. His movements were slow, teasing, even as he took the time to adorn every inch of that pale perfect skin with attention, not moving on to the next spot until the first had been completely tended to.

"Mmm, Ludwig, you cheeky bastard, are you trying to undermine my reputation with these?" Gilbert laughed breathlessly, angling his neck to the side to give him more space to work with, still keeping a close watch of him in the mirror. He rocked his hips just a little to rub against the bulge under himself.

"Maybe a little. I am, after all, aiming to make your father come back from the grave, am I not?" He questioned with a cheeky, confident grin. "What better way than to mark up your pretty skin before our meeting tomorrow?" Another kiss, his lips continuing to trail kisses down, fingers deftly undoing another button. "Look at how gorgeous you look." He breathed. "See the way the color raises to your skin? How it blossoms like a flower?" He purred against him.

Gilbert laughed huskily and angled his head to the side further, seeing the dark bruises taint his skin after Ludwig's lips left it and it was undeniably hot. Gilbert did love being marked, there was something primal and possessive about it that really made his blood boil. "Oh, my father would drag me down to hell with him by the hair if he knew I was tarnishing the company name like this," he mused, making eye contact with him through the mirror.

His fingers finally finished unbuttoning the others shirt, continuing to suck at his throat, his fingers sliding slowly up the others chest, brushing over his nipples teasingly as he arched his hips up into him once more. "Oh believe me baby... I'm going to tarnish you so much more than this." He swore, his other hand sliding down to brush over his crotch once more. "Look at how gorgeous you are... see how you flush?" He purred into his ear.

"Mhmm..." Gilbert hummed, watching the long, graceful fingers slip over his chest in the mirror. Body wise he wasn't bulky or overly buff but underneath his skin the outline of the sinewy contours of muscles moved as they tensed under his touch. His nipples were a vivid pink compared to how colourless the rest of his skin was and they perked up instantly at the sly touches of the other man. He spread his legs a little further apart to better feel Ludwig's erection pressing up against him.

Ludwig freed the albinos length, stroking him slowly and teasingly , his free arm staying wound around the others waist, switching to the other side of his throat. "I'm going to take you so deeply, so fully, that you absolutely melt, that you can't think of anyone but me. That anyone who touches you- you'll ache for my touch." He nibbled at his ear teasingly, giving a quick teasing thrust of the others cock in his hands.

Gilbert arched his back and moaned, letting his head rest upon the other man's shoulder, he was really quite flexible for a man and was planning to use it to his advantage yet. "Go on then, baby, I want to feel that fucking monster you seem to be hiding away in your pants already," he teased, smirking widely, moaning needily just under his ear.

"Stand up and take off your pants." He ordered. "Top drawer, there's strawberry lube. You're going to bring it to me, and get on your hands and knees here in front of me." Ludwigs voice was husky, god, Gilbert was far too sexy. "Then maybe I'll give you what you want, my darling." He hummed cockily.

"Yes, Mr Weillschmidt," Gilbert purred without missing a beat, and slipped off his lap. Still facing the mirror he slowly toed off his shoes before hooking his fingers under the hem of his pants and boxers, lowering them slowly and coyly, revealing his skin inch by inch. He then finally let them drop and stepped out of them, and made his way over to the drawer, rummaging through it before finding the lube and tossing it to Ludwig before coming back, seemingly in no hurry. He slowly kneeled in front of him, facing the mirror once again before falling forward on his arms and positioning his legs quite far apart, leaving all of himself on show with cheeky confidence.

A shiver ran down his spine at those words- fuck it sounded good, he'd be willing to admit that. He watched with a calm smirk on his lips as the other undressed, drinking in every inch of him. "Fucking lovely." He muttered, before moving to crouch behind him. The blonde still hadn't removed a single piece of clothing yet, hell, he hadn't even loosened his tie. Leaning over the albino, he pressed slow, hot opened mouth kisses down the others spine, his fingers sliding down to the others firm rear, teasingly brushing over his entrance.

Gilbert looked up at him in the mirror, smirking a little. "Look at you, you haven't even undressed, you fucking tease," he murmured, his back arching more under the kisses to his spine. "But then you are no gentleman if you want to do our first round doggy style," he smirked, moaning as he felt the fingers brush over his entrance, "but I assume you're liking what you see."

"I wouldn't dream of something so ungentlemanly." He hummed teasingly, dipping a finger in as far as the first knuckle, nipping one firm cheek playfully. "But I did assume you'd prefer to be prepared, dear Mister Beilschmidt." He pulled the digit away, smirking as his tongue flicking over the puckered ring of muscles teasingly, fingers sliding down to brush over his inner thighs.

"Unless you stuff tissues in your pants to make it look that big, I definitely want to be prepared for that kind of treat," Gilbert laughed breathlessly, looking back at him out of the corner of his eye though not able to see much. That made no difference however when he felt the man nip down at his skin. "Fuck..." he breathed, with a loud surprised moan, not sure why he found that such a massive turn on, and then at the feeling of his tongue he let the moan melt into a longer more drawn out one, his legs spreading farther apart and his ass sticking up higher.

"I assure you, it's 100% authentic." He retorted, his voice amused. His fingers slid back up his thighs cup his balls, stroking and tugging and teasing, his tongue pressing in past the puckered hole, lapping slowly and teasingly against the others walls, wriggling the organ inside of him, shivering at the tightness. The blonde pulled away for only a moment, grabbing a pillow and laying it so Gilbert could rest on his arms, allowing him to still look at the mirror, but to see everything Ludwig was doing as well. The young ambassador plunged his tongue back in, searching for something that would make the albino scream.

"Ah, how exciting," Gilbert mused before his breathing hitched and he was unable to make anymore cocky comments, as the hand found it's way to his balls, when he pulled away he missed the contact but was instantly grateful for the pillow as he realised the position would make him sore after a while. He moaned in pleasure again as the stimulation was renewed, his moans much louder than in the car as he wasn't bothering to hold back and just then he felt the hot tongue jab his prostate head on. "Shit, Ludwig!" he yelped, his thighs jolting a little and his back arching.

Ahhh, there it was! He made a mental note of its location for later on, before beginning to thrust his tongue in excruciatingly slow, flicking it against the small bundle of nerves before giving a faster thrust, keeping the pace sporadic, keeping his new lover guessing. It was bliss, feeling the other quiver around him. His hand began to stroke him at an even pace, balancing out the wild thrusts of the wet organ against the others sweet spot.

"F-fuck..." he moaned, his voice edging on desperate as the constant abuse of his sweet spot wiped his mind completely blank. His pale skin was flushed all over, his body tense but needy, his moans alternating between whimpers of pure pleasure and loud groans were increasing in volume after every thrust. He wasn't going to last long like this, not at all as Ludwig was definitely not making it easy for him. With another loud yelp of the young ambassadors name, he came over the floor and Ludwig's hand at one particularly strong thrust at his prostate.

Ludwig finally pulled away, a smirk on his lips. "Look Gilbert." He breathed out huskily, using his name for the first time. "Look at yourself, at how lusty and needy you look... and I'm not even done preparing you yet." As he spoke, he was pouring the strawberry scented liquid onto his fingers, once more encircling that puckered ring of muscles, dipping inside. His eyes softened a moment, as he leaned down to tenderly kiss the small of Gilberts back. "I want to make sure you're in absolutely no pain."

"I can take pain," Gilbert mumbled snidely, raising his head up and looking at him in the mirror again giving him a small smirk, still catching his breath. "Jesus Christ, I just want to see you naked already, or do I have to wait even longer for that?" he snickered, pushing back against his fingers in an attempt to get them in deeper already. Patience was not his strong suit but he loved being teased to the absolute death and he could see Ludwig was enjoying bending him to his will like that.

"Mmm... you're going to have to wait." He hummed out with a smirk. "This is only the first time, Mister Beilschmidt. Besides, perhaps I'm testing your willpower to see how professional you can be." He teased, those eyes twinkling again. "Or maybe I'm seeing how well you can follow orders~" With that, he added a second digit without warning , angling them to thrust into that spot again, scissoring them inside the albino, stretching him calmly. "Just a little more patience, Gilbert. I promise I'll reward you soon." He hummed out with a smug smirk.

"So unfair..."Gilbert groaned loudly as Ludwig went for his sweet spot yet again, his face burying into the pillow to stifle any more loud moans. "But I have to admire your self-control," he mumbled, shivering a little at the intrusions but absolutely loving them, although still waiting for the actual treat. Gilbert, however dominating he could be, was a complete size queen so he simply craved Ludwig's cock already, bracing himself and sticking his ass higher up for him.

The blonde finished stretching him, before pulling away, sliding back up onto the bed. "Hmm... I wonder if you're ready to see..." Another deep rumbling chuckle in his chest. "...the product at it's finest. Are you, Mister Beilschmidt?" He questioned as his fingers moved to the zipper of his pants, tugging it down with a grin. He wasn't wearing anything underneath- a sort of quiet rebellion he'd been pulling lately despite having to stay under the radar, freeing his length for the other to see. There wasn't a single ounce of self consciousness in Ludwig's stance as he sat smugly on the bed, legs spread for the other to see exactly what would be taking him.

Gilbert sat up and turned to him, eyes half lidded and a smirk on his pale lips as he simply took in the sight. "That's one good-looking cock you've got there, Mr Weillschmidt," he commented, licking his lips, he was not disappointed in anything regarding that spectacular manhood, with impressive girth and length he could definitely see himself being fucked senseless by that. He had seen some weird looking dicks in his day but this...this was a beautiful work of art. "We might have to cut down the number of rounds I can take before I won't be able to walk by half," he teased.

"Don't judge me quite yet, I really do think a more thorough test of the product is required, don't you?" He hummed out, laughing once more as he coaxed the other back onto his lap, back once more to his chest. "I am glad to see you're pleased with it's appearance." Ludwig teased. "Perhaps I'll take your advice and go into advertising when this is through." His voice was playful, as he left another dark mark on the others younger man coaxed Gilberts hips back until his cockhead was pressed to his entrance, grinding against him with a low, guttural groan.

Gilbert groaned and held onto his knees for support watching with odd fascination in the mirror as the others cock disappeared within him, and incredible feeling of fullness making his stomach flip and twist and his back arched forward, spreading his legs wider for a more stable position. "Skip the advertising, go straight for porn," he laughed breathlessly, panting but making eye contact with him in the mirror.

"Wouldn't that please my Uncle." He replied dryly, a smile on his lips as he pushed in deeper, giving the other a moment to adjust before beginning to thrust, guiding the others hips up and down on his cock as he thrust up into him. "Fuck, you're tight," he groaned. His hands guided him back more against his chest, angling his own hips forward to better allow the other to watching himself being fucked, an amused smirk on your face. "Are you enjoying it Gilbert? Watching my cock disappear into you, seeing how your greedy little hole twitches and tries to take more?"

"I do, I can't lie. Besides don't tell me you don't like watching it too," Gilbert laughed with a smirk, spreading his legs as far as they went to give them both a completely unobstructed view. He moved his hips sensuously with the rhythm Ludwig had set making sure the other man was in him up to the hilt every other thrust. He moaned or breathed out a profanity every time skin slapped against skin, he loved the rough thrusts of the other mans thick cock, he couldn't even remember the last time he had a fuck this good.

"Guilty as charged." He purred, nibbling the others earlobe as he began to buck into him faster and harder, aiming his hips to ram into the others sweet spot. "Can you blame me, having a sexy businessman riding my cock and moaning my name like a deviant little cockslut?" He questioned in a low, teasing tone, rolling his hips up against the other before giving a rough sudden buck upwards, causing the other to bounce on his cock. "Whose are you Gilbert? Go ahead and tell me everything you're thinking." He ordered lowly. "Can you feel me, Mister Beilschmidt? Stretching you, filling you, deeper and deeper, God, your body fits me like glove~" He groaned lowly, burying his face into Gilbert neck. "Do you like being fucked by your boss?"

"Oh, I do like being fucked by my boss," he murmured lewdly, a loud moan passing his lips at the particularly rough thrust. "It's all I thought about during that meeting, messing up that perfectly gelled back hair...seeing those powerful hips in action... didn't know he had such a great cock though. I'd let my boss do anything he wants to me because he's a fucking sex god," he smirked, reaching an arm back and tangling his fingers in the back of Ludwig's hair, tugging it hard and beginning to take more initiative, slamming his hips up and down on his cock faster, moaning louder.

"Fucking sex God." He repeated with an amused thoughtful tone. "That's a new one I haven't heard before. I'm glad you're ple- AHH!" A hot cry fell from his lips as the other gripped his hair and tugged, losing control for a moment as he began to slam into the other harder still, fucking him with wild abandon, angling to slam into his sweet spot roughly. "Do it again!" He ordered in a low hiss, essentially giving away his weak spot- Fuck he loved getting his hair pulled, that hair that he always kept back so impeccably, so carefully.

"Oh, fuck! Now we're talking," Gilbert laughed through a moan as all control was snatched away from him and he was roughly pounded into and he loved every moment of it, watching as the other mans cock slammed into him and wondering why it was so fucking pleasurable and not excruciating because of the sheer force of those thrusts. He saw the others fingers leave bruises on his hips, vivid against his pale skin. Without a second thought he pulled his hair again, helpfully angling his hips so that the next thrust hit his prostate hard and he screamed and jolted, fingers tightening in the blonds hair.

"I swear to God, keep that up and I will fuck you until you can't walk for weeks." He growled in warning, but certainly not wanting the other to stop, gripping his hips and going full force, slamming his cock into Gilberts prostate over and over again. "You sexy fucking little tease." He groaned, turning Gilberts head to kiss him roughly, tongue dominating and controlling the others mouth completely.

Gilbert moaned and returned the kisses hungrily, letting his tongue into his mouth immediately and letting him swallow his moans as his body was completely ravished. He kept a tight grip on the blonds hair, the warning sounding more like a challenge to him, one which he was sure as hell going to accept. He greedily took Ludwigs cock into himself, tightening around him every time he was pulling out while feeling his release come closer as his prostate was abused, precum dripping from his tip.

Ludwig himself wasn't sure how much longer he could hold on. Those fingers in his hair were driving him absolutely wild, the others tight heat driving him nearer and nearer his release. His arms wound around the others waist, keeping him close as he began to slam up into him, making sure to drive himself in as deep as he could with every thrust. "Tell me what you're thinking, Gilbert." He breathed in his ear. "Who do you belong to? What do you want?"

Gilbert was panting hard, his body jolting at the force of the thrusts. "Yours..." he moaned out, "I'm all yours..." he groaned, his words no longer at a measured volume. "I want you to fuck me all through the night, fuck my mouth, fuck my ass with that fucking massive cock of yours… I want you to make me pleasure you however you want, I want you to make me your slut," he breathed needily, desperation and eagerness obvious in his voice but it was also tinted with tones of sultry teasing.

Fuck, that mouth was even better than Ludwig had anticipated. He had damn well known if he could get Gilbert to let go, he'd go wild. But he hadn't expected this wild- it was a more than pleasant surprise. "More than happy to oblige." He groaned, continuing to fuck him hard, his hands gripping the others cock and beginning to stroke him in time with his thrusts. "Let go Gilbert... Jesus, you feel so fucking amazing." He growled. "I'm going to fill you to the brim, until it slides down those pretty white thighs of yours. Maybe I'll let you watch in the mirror." He mused teasingly.

"Don't keep me waiting then, just fucking cum in me, Mr Weillschmidt," he breathed by his ear, biting at his earlobe and giving his hair another sound tug. He was already on the brink himself, especially with the increased stimulation but he wanted the blond to cum first for once so he held it off, tightening around him as much as he could, trying to milk his orgasm from him.

The last thing Ludwig had been expecting was for Gilbert to take control and begin to order him around. He had to confess- it was pretty damn sexy. Rarely had he had that happen, and between the husky order and the tug to his hair, he cried out, burying his face in the albino's throat, muffling a cry as he came, filling the other as fully as he had said he would.

Gilbert groaned in satisfaction as he felt the hot seed fill him and came soon after as well over Ludwig's hands. He had to admit, Ludwig crying out was one of the sexiest things he'd ever heard. "You came a lot," he teased with a smirk, starting to massage his scalp instead of pulling his hair, he enjoyed the feeling of the other mans cock still in him, relaxing his thighs and simply sitting down on it.

"Mmm, I told you I would, didn't I?" He hummed. However- at the fingers massaging his skull, he himself melted, practically purring as he rested his head on the others shoulder to grant him better access. "Fuck, you know, dear Mister Beilschmidt, I do believe you're the first to find out my weakness." The younger man mused, relaxing even more. "But we still have so much left to do. After all- I have a guarantee to uphold. How are you liking your test run so far?" He asked, pressing a kiss to one of the dark marks on the others throat. "Any regrets?"

"Oh no, it's very nice," Gilbert mused with a grin, gently petting his hair and continuing to massage his head as the younger man came closer. "I've no regrets thus far, and no complaints except for the fact that you still won't take your clothes off for me. You've seen me from every angle possible by now, and I've only seen your cock," he teased, moving his hips a little, with Ludwig still inside him, to emphasise his point.

Ludwig rolled his eyes in amusement, smirking up at him, stroking idly over the others stomach. "Well, whenever you are ready to deprive yourself of my cock for a moment, I'll happily show you the rest." He offered, his voice once more self assured- his body was something he was particularly proud of. As he rightfully should be, Lord knew he worked hard enough on it. During high school, while other kids his age had spent time out with friends, he had turned to the gym, to the weights, to pushing his limits. He had never been easily able to make friends- his growth spurt hadn't helped, so eventually he'd decided he'd rather be awkwardly tall and strong rather than awkwardly tall and lanky. He eased Gilbert off of his cock slowly, nipping his ear lobe. "Sit on the bed, and I'll let you see everything." He cooed, before moving to stand against the wall eyeing the albino until he did what he was told. When Gilbert was in place, he smirked, tugging at his tie and loosening it, his fingers ruffling through his own hair, leaving it dishevelled and sexy around his face. Hips jutting outwards, his fingers began to unbutton his dress shirt slowly.

Gilbert sat with his legs wide open, simply because Ludwig's cum was trickling out of him by now, he was distinctively sore but in a good way, the kind of sore that he thought could only be remedied by another good hearty fuck. He watched Ludwig with interest, taking in every detail from his cock hanging out of his pants (still unfairly gorgeous) to the flesh that was slowly, agonisingly slowly being revealed to him. He already felt that Ludwig has very significant muscle and now he ached to see it- god knew he like himself a hunk.

The smirk only grew as he saw the intent interest in the others eyes, undoing enough buttons to reveal a firm toned chest... then a chiselled stomach, until finally the dress shirt was slid off his large arms, hitting the ground. He gave a lewd little movement with his hips, winking at the other, fingers undoing his belt before idly circling the button of his pants, flicking it open in one swift movement. "Like what you see?" He purred, pants sliding low on his hips, open to reveal the soft, pale blond curls nestled around the base of his cock, blue eyes twinkling with arrogant amusement.

"God...I just...I just want to kiss and lick every single inch of you," Gilbert said bluntly, unabashedly letting his eyes follow the contours of the muscles, seemingly committing them all to memory. Admittedly the guy was so hot Gilbert could swear his mouth went dry. "Never wear clothes again," he added as an afterthought, licking his lips.

"I don't think I'd have a single complaint if you chose to do that." He hummed, letting the pants slid down his legs and stepping out of them, revealing the small black rose tattoo on his thigh, moving to fall back on the bed beside Gilbert, smiling seductively up at him, crooking a finger teasingly at him, before chuckling. "I do believe that would cause worse of a scandal than Spain." He pointed out. "And do you really want everyone to see me like this?" He questioned with a wink and an arch of his hips upwards. "By all means though, Mister Beilschmidt, you are more than welcome to touch me in any way you wish. After all, this is your test run."

"No," Gilbert conceded, simply staring at him for now, "you're just for my eyes right now," he decided, crawling over to him and kissing him harshly on the mouth but not dwelling on that long, instead moving to straddle his hips and kiss at his neck, his body resting flush against the younger mans, feeling just how hard and defined it was. "What happened in Spain anyway?" he asked between kisses, "I mean I've heard of it but it could've just been tabloid bullshit for all I know."

The younger man let out a contented noise as the other began to kiss his neck, tipping and relaxing back into the pillows as he let the older man explore his body rather happily. As much as he enjoyed being in control, he was more than willing to relinquish it for a while to watch with almost curious blue eyes at what the sexy albino man would do. "How about I agree to tell you when you're exhausted in my arms?" He offered. "It really isn't much of a mood setter."

"Sounds good to me," Gilbert agreed, feeling no pressing need to find out what happened. He went back to kissing his neck, leaving some marks of his own, to not be outdone by Ludwig. He then shifted lower and ran his hands down his chest before letting his tongue trail over one nipple, flicking against it several times and briefly catching it between his teeth as his fingers played at Ludwigs taut stomach, indulgently feeling the muscle.

"Mmmm... I wonder how quickly people will figure out what we were doing tomorrow at the meeting..." He teased, motioning to Gilberts own marks. He was absolutely alright with being marked- fuck, it had actually been so long since he'd been marked, something he craved almost desperately. When that taunting tongue brushed over the sensitive bud, his back arched, a strangled cry escaping his lips. Blue eyes hazed, falling half lidded as he watched him, aching to tangle his fingers in those silver locks and beg him for more. Still, he forced his calm smirk back to his lips, eying the other.

"It hardly matters. As long as the press don't pick up on anything somehow, although it will be pretty obvious that we most likely fucked , at least to your colleagues," Gilbert chuckled and sucked lightly at his nipple before breaking away and smirking up at him, he then gave the same thorough treatment to the other nipple, rolling his hips down to check for any sign of interest in the other.

Already the blonde was starting to harden against him, his back once more arching, head falling back into the pillows, a look of bliss on his face. How long had it been since he'd had a lover actually pay attention to his pleasure like this? Since he was still a naive teen at least. It felt incredible, and he was all too willing to let himself give in, Gilbert being treated to a side he rarely showed- he rarely had reason though, he supposed.

"You're fucking stunning, I'm not even exaggerating," Gilbert breathed, kissing down his stomach attentively and tracing the outlines of his abs with his tongue. "You've got a perfect face, a perfect body and a perfect cock," he smirked, glancing up at him, his fingers tracing the fine happy trail under his navel. He just felt like showing the gorgeous body under him the attention and respect it deserved, not to mention that Ludwig seemed to like it

"Jesus Christ!" He groaned lowly, eyes locking onto Gilbert, a wry smirk crossing his lips through the breathless tone of his voice. "Careful, Mister Beilschmidt, you might make me even more..ahhh!...arrogant than I already am." He teased, lips parting on a hot little moan, relaxing into every touch. "Fuck, I haven't been touched like this in a long time." He confessed.

"I can tell," Gilbert hummed, shifting down lower and nipping just under his navel. "I find it odd though, who wouldn't want to touch you like this? You must've slept with really selfish freaks," he mused, rubbing his hands over his thighs and kissing down the happy trail until he was directly in front of his cock. He eyes it hungrily then brought one hand up to stroke him to full hardness, his thumb toying with the foreskin.

"You could say that." He agreed wryly, before groaning low in his throat, a deep rumbling noise the reverberated through his chest. "But I learnt how to please others from them." Unfortunately, he had been left not overly knowing what brought he himself pleasure, usually too focused on his partner. He propped himself up on his elbows so he could watch the other, eyes intent and hazy, moaning quietly as the others hand wrapped around his cock.

Gilbert stroked him hard and fast but still keeping a sensual edge to it, once he was satisfied that Ludwig was rock hard and aching he pulled his hand away. "Sit on the edge of the bed," he asked, looking up at the younger man, "then you'll be able to watch better as I suck you off," he explained, hopping off the bed and stretching, waiting until the other man was ready. Admittedly the noises that Ludwig made when pleasured and especially his eyes made Gilbert shiver with anticipation, and also how interested the blond seemed as well, Gilbert really did like being watched.

Ludwig let out a hissed little whine as the hand pulled away, before giving a curt nod, his knees almost shaky as he moved to the edge of the bed, eyes locked on the silver haired man. This was fucking amazing, and he couldn't help but wonder how Gilbert had managed to find all his weak spots, had managed to take the control back without him even really noticing.

Gilbert kneeled down in front of him and pushed his thighs wide open. "Remember, you can be as rough as you want, so don't try too hard to control yourself," he murmured, pressing kisses to the insides of his thighs before deciding to start with teasing his balls with his tongue, occasionally nipping at the sensitive skin, then he pressed his tongue to the base of Ludwig's cock, looking up at him intently. He wanted to see his reactions, and he wanted him to enjoy it to the full. He slowly licked up his cock, thoroughly slicking it with saliva before going back to the top, taking his tip in his mouth and sucking it happily, his hand going back to pleasuring Ludwig meanwhile.

Ludwig gave a little nod, watching him with concentration, absolutely mesmerized as that deviant tongue slid up his shaft, a hissed breath escaping his lips. His fingers slid down to the silver locks now, stroking and tugging, feeling the softness running through his fingers as he had been aching to all night. He'd resisted the urge though on the basis that he couldn't focus on his wants- this was Gilberts test run of course, Ludwigs chance to show off his skill so the handsome older man would want more. "G-god fucking..." He groaned as that hot mouth wrapped around him, bucking up slightly. managed to take the control back without him even really noticing.

Gilbert hummed approvingly, letting soft steady vibrations thrum through his cock. He enjoyed the finger in his hair and the soft groans, he loved praise and encouragement after all almost just as much as he loved various dirty talk. He kept his gaze up at Ludwig, a soft, lusty, intimate gaze through pale lashes. He slowly began sink more and more of him into his mouth, running his tongue the tease the veins along the base. He wasn't sure he'd fit it all but he'd sure as well try.

"Please don't stop... Gilbert, don't fucking stop!" He growled hotly, gripping the comforters tightly. His hips arched up again, the look the other was giving him was probably the sexiest thing he had ever seen, driving him absolutely wild. And yet, he felt compelled to be tender too, to praise the other as he stroked through his hair, moans and pleas falling from parted lips.

Gilbert was definitely finding the variety of reactions ridiculously hot, the less Ludwig was controlling himself the less Gilbert was controlling himself also. He started bobbing his head taking more and more of Ludwig in slowly until he was almost gagging and just deepthroating the man. He slipped one hand down to fondle and massage his balls as he sucked him hard, hollowing out his cheeks eagerly and still not breaking eye contact.

"Christ..." Ludwig groaned watching him, continuing to gingerly stroke the others hair, even as he bucked his hips into that hot waiting mouth. "You like that, Mister Beilschmidt?" He cooed in a husky purr. "Sucking your boss's cock, and damn, don't you look like a fucking dream doing it. So unprofessional~"

Gilbert definitely took pride in that particular skill. He moaned around him as he felt the other reclaim the control and thrust into his mouth. His words were making him positively melt and look even more unashamedly eager, his pupils dilated wide and his head moving a little to accommodate his thrusts, his tongue rubbing against his cock when it could.

"F-fuck, I can't hold on..." He groaned, giving one last mighty thrust into the others mouth as he came, panting hard. Blue eyes were still hazy, as he stood and tugged Gilbert to him, kissing him roughly even as he walked him backwards towards the wall. Large, strong hips pinned the other, greedy lips attacking Gilberts neck, sucking and licking and biting until a plethora of dark marks remained. He ground against him roughly, his hands moving to the older mans hips. "Arms around my neck. Legs around my waist. I'm going to fuck you clean into this wall." He told him with almost a predatory calm, licking his lips even as he lifted the other to do as he had told him to. Ludwig grabbed the bottle of lube, coating his cock in it before plunging inside without warning, knowing the other still ought to be stretched out from before. "Mmm... so... am I living up to your expectations, Mister Beilschmidt?" He purred. "Do you think I'll be able to make your father roll in his grave? Oh but we've still done so very little, baby. I assure you I have many more..." Ludwigs lips tugged up in a smirk. "...features."

Everything was happening so fast that Gilbert almost couldn't keep up. Drops of the others cum still dripped down his chin even as he was kissed and let himself be maneuvered back towards the wall. The adrenalin seemed to rush straight down as he felt the larger man press him up into the wall hard. He didn't need to be asked twice and instantly clutched onto him, nails scratching lightly over the muscular back. He was plenty stretched so took him in without a struggle, a loud moan slipping past his lips and his head leaning back against the wall. "Oh, I think I already feel the fires of hell," he laughed breathily, rocking his hips against his as much as he could, trying to get him in as deep as he could.

A possessive growl rumbled in his throat at those nails to his back, a low hiss slipping from his lips. "Fuck, that's right baby, you dig your nails into my back and don't let go, leave some nice marks, why don't ya?" He half teased, half ordered, his voice husky with lust as he began to thrust him into, pounding him into the wall, letting the others ass slap into the cool surface. "Not enough though." He teased, capturing his lips in another rough kiss, sucking on his tongue with an eager greed he hadn't felt probably since his first lover. "Don't think we're anywhere near done yet. As I said- in an endeavor like this, it would be simply sloppy to only go half out. Perhaps after this, I'll take you downstairs and..." A pause, eyes twinkling mischievously. "...introduce you to my kitchen dining room table. I really do feel I need a new one... think we can break it?"

"Oh, whatever you wish, Mr Weillschmidt," Gilbert purred with a smirk, , moaning by his ear and digging his nails hard into his back, letting them leave long red marks in their wake. His eyes shut tight and he kissed and bit at his neck feverishly, letting his body jolt as it was almost slammed into the wall. He loved how much his body had to strain but also how helpless it was to Ludwigs unyielding assault.

"Maybe if you enjoy your trial run, I'll give you a bonus during the meeting tomorrow in addition to your..." A snicker. "...purchase." God, he wanted to satisfy Gilbert beyond the wildest reaches of his imagination, to take him so thoroughly that Gilbert would beg him to continue to do it. He hadn't been planning on getting a new lover- but God, in the end, he really wasn't sure he had ever craved someone as badly as he craved Gilbert, and he would be willing to bet it had something to do with this being his first mutual experience, instead of him worrying only for his lover's needs.

"I'm already enjoying it plenty," Gilbert purred, nipping at his earlobe sensuously. "Now then, you're seeming to relax, go on, fuck me harder, I won't break," he smirked widely and gave a roll of his hips to emphasize his words. He was enjoying this so much, almost ridiculously so, and he had really meant it when he said he wanted him to fuck him all night long.

His nostrils flared at the taunt, beginning to move harder and faster, slamming into him full force, biting and sucking at his throat greedily. "Come on, baby, let go for me. Show me how pretty your face looks, show me how much you need me." He growled lowly.

Gilbert was only half listening, the feeling of the other slam into him so roughly taking up all of his attention and it felt indescribably good. Gilbert loved it rough and no one had been able to satisfy him this well before. His nails dug harder into his back and he moaned the ambassadors name and various expletives in intermittence, his voice hoarse and breaking but endlessly needy, his head leaning back against the wall.

His hands gripped the others ass, aiming to stroke into his sweet spot once more, beginning to hammer into him relentlessly, tugging the other onto his cock almost viciously, his own length twitching and aching to release itself into that perfect heat. "Let go." He ordered hotly. "Cum for me, Mister Beilschmidt, scream for me, let me know just how much you like my cock..." A wicked grin tugged at his lips. "Wake my neighbours, don't hold back."

"SHEISSE!" he yelped as his prostate was hit head on once again. His eyes went very wide, pupils dilated and porcelain skin flushed. "Oh fuck, Ludwig..." he moaned, his hands slipping up his neck and tangling in his hair again desperately, "just like that...oh fucking hell... so fucking big, harder!" he half begged and half just simply moaned, feeling himself just moments away from his orgasm.

"Look at you, begging for your bosses cock, acting like a needy little whore for me." He purred in a low, almost sweet tone in his ear, showing he meant absolutely no venom in the words. "God, you feel fucking incredible around my cock, Gilbert. Feel me inside you, stretching you, taking you deeper and deeper, making you mine?" The last word was a possessive little growl, accented by a rough, sharp thrust into the others sweet spot. "And I'm still not done with you baby, I'm going to fuck you so completely that if anyone else ever takes you, you'll be left unsatisfied, aching for me, crying my name instead of theirs."

At this point Gilbert could definitely believe his words so he thoroughly enjoyed every single second, even the slightest, movement of the ambassadors cock inside of him. "F-fuck...I'm all yours, Ludwig..." he breathed, his body arching. It only took the sharp thrust against his prostate again for him to cum with a drawn out mewl, tightening around Ludwig's cock and clutching onto him with the last of his strength.

Ludwig easily supported him, coming with a howl as he once more filled the other to the brim, hands staying firm on the others ass to keep his cock buried inside the older man. He pressed kisses to his face, switching from his roughness to sweet and tender, peppering every inch of the pale skin in kisses as he moved back to the bed, sitting and cradling Gilbert to his chest, even as he stayed inside him. Large hands were careful as they stroked through silver locks, down the others lithe form. "How are you feeling, baby?" He murmured softly, those fingers moving to massage his lower back gently. "I want to make sure you aren't too sore- four orgasms already undoubtedly took a lot out of you." Ludwig pressed a sweet kiss to Gilberts head, nuzzling into him gently- after care was so important to him. "If you're sore, we can take a bath in the jacuzzi, and then have a round or two of slow and steady..." He offered, blue eyes gentle. "I want to kiss every inch of your beautiful skin, to make sure you feel more adored and cherished than ever before." If there was one thing any of Ludwigs past lovers would agree, it was that while he was rough, he was an incredibly attentive and caring lover.

Gilbert was panting softly, nuzzling his face into the younger mans neck as he tried to catch his breath. As the afterglow was wearing off he could definitely feel just how taxing it actually was on his body but at the same time he liked that they were still connected. "Yeah..." he murmured softly, his voice slightly hoarse, "...need a smoke break, definitely," he said, he knew he'd be good to go again in a little bit but right now he was just exhausted.

The blonde just chuckled softly against him, once more standing, keeping the other cradled against him as he headed for the large bathroom. When they arrive, he pushed some hair out of Gilberts face to kiss his temple. "Baby, I'm pulling out now ok? Just so I can go fill the tub, then if you want to relax in there with me in you, we can do that ok?" His voice held a quiet amusement, seeing just how contented Gilbert seemed as long as the young ambassador was inside him, fucking or not. He carefully pulled out, setting the other on the counter before heading to the large jacuzzi tub, running the water nice and hot.

Gilbert simply nodded and leaned back, just watching the others body with a small grin as he moved around, taking a moment to admire it. Now that the younger man wasn't in him anymore he felt empty and distinctly sore, the excess cum that had slipped out drying on the backs of his thighs. But, he knew it wasn't anything a hot bath couldn't fix. After all, the night had only just started.

When the tub was full, Ludwig returned to the elder mans side, gently lifting him back into his arms and carrying him to the tub, getting them situated with Gilbert on his lap, the blonde gently sliding back into him. This time though, there was no harsh movements. Hell, he barely even rocked his hips, small comforting movements as he cradled Gilbert to his chest, letting the hot water soothe any and all pain as he cradled the older mans face in his hands, whispering how beautiful he was, how much the younger was enjoying this, how precious Gilbert was, pressing sweet kisses to his eyelids, his cheeks. To his forehead, his jaw. Smothering every inch of skin he could reach in a heartbreakingly tender affection.

Gilbert let out a pleased noise as he felt himself being filled once again, it just simply felt nice and the hot water was definitely taking away the pain. He closed his eyes and nuzzled against his hands gently, silently listening to the praise, he hardly expected it out of the young ambassador but it made him blush harder than any lewd remark. He let his hands gently and comfortingly trace over the other mans stomach and chest and shoulders, enjoying the chiseled hardness of the muscle and the surprising softness of his skin.

Ludwig wasn't even sure where the words came from. He was always tender when he felt his lovers needed it, always sweet and kind, He told them the truth- that they were beautiful- but he was never quite this caring, this protective and possessive. He didn't fully understand it, but something about Gilbert made him physically ache to keep this close contact, to continue feeling those sweet, delicate hands on his skin. The older man's blush... it was by far the most rewarding thing he could have hoped for, the blonde dipping his head to sweetly kiss the others nose. "How are you feeling?" He asked softly, beginning to rock his hips gently against the other, not thrusting inside him by any means, but more just rolling their bodies together, enjoying the closeness, just letting the small movements cause him to brush against the others sweet spot carefully without any kind of force. He wanted to ease all the others pain, to just bring him bliss for a few moments.

"G-good..." Gilbert whispered, just relaxing against him and letting him do all the work simply because his muscles were still a little sore, "that feels good, Ludwig..." he murmured, turning his head a little and pressing a kiss to the palm of his hand, wrapping his own arms around his broad shoulders gladly and simply going limp against him. The feeling of the others cock brushing his sweet spot gently was incredibly relaxing and he moaned softly against his neck at the feeling, his insides feeling intensely warm. "You take such good care of me," he chuckled softly.

"You deserve it." He murmured gently, continuing his gentle movements as he stroked through his hair almost lovingly. "You're doing so good baby, four orgasms already. How am I doing for beating your record?" He questioned with a small playful smile. "We've still so much left to do.. but I think a good round or two of gentleness would be nice after our bath, don't you think?" He asked softly, the blondes fingers moving to gently stroke over the others cock. It was an odd notion- even though he was buried in him, he wasn't fucking him, despite his cock and careful fingers working to give the other an almost quiet pleasure, instead of the blinding pleasure of his last orgasms. He wasn't even sure that Gilbert had ever had a comfortable orgasm, something incredibly different from the blinding heat of before.

"Yeah, just take it easy for one round and I'll be good enough to break that dining table of yours," Gilbert said with a small smile and leaned up, kissing him gently. He gasped softly as he felt the other stroke his cock but it was so soft and smooth that it really felt nothing like what they were doing before, it wasn't even like teasing, it just made him feel very warm. He grinned and kissed him again, more deliberately this time, just wanting to make out for a little while.

Ludwig kissed him back gently, his tongue slowly and thoroughly exploring his mouth. He took his time, memorizing every inch of him, free hand cradling his cheek as he continued to rock against him, his hand never stopping the gentle stroking. "Relax baby..." He cooed gently against his lips, voice soft and caring. "If you feel like letting go, let go ok? There's no rush, angel, just close your eyes and let yourself feel." The young ambassador coaxed gently.

Gilbert smiled against his lips and deepened the kiss, rubbing his tongue against Ludwig's. Once he had regained some strength he used the younger mans shoulders as support and started moving his own hips slowly, letting Ludwig almost slide out of him before lowering his hips again, moaning softly into his mouth. He wanted to pleasure Ludwig as well so he kept riding him sensuously, the water swishing about their hips.

A quiet moan escaped his lips as he continued to kiss the other, the tender sensuality was almost mind blowing in and of itself. He didn't speak- he didn't feel like he had to. Instead, he showed the other how he was feeling with his hands, his lips, his body. He continued his small hip movements as the other rode him, pulling away from his lips only to press more sweet loving kisses to his face.

Gilbert moaned softly and leaned his forehead against Ludwigs, moving his hands into his hair and stroking through it gently. He felt stable enough to just use his thighs to move his body, his muscles rested and no longer sore so he could even afford to speed up the pace a little but still keeping it sensual more than anything. It just felt amazing to be connected like this, it felt like more than simply sex. Hell, Gilbert was ready to admit it was some sort of spiritual bullshit.

"Gilbert!" He cried out softly, burying his face in the others neck, pressing slow, steady kisses to the skin he found there. His hands continued to gently stroke his cock. "You're so beautiful..." He finally whispered against his pale skin. "So so sweet and beautiful... God, Gilbert, your skin feels so soft under my fingers... I love it..." He confessed.

"I'm flattered, thank you," Gilbert laughed breathlessly, pressing a kiss to his forehead before pressing closer to him, simultaneously rocking his hips into his touch and riding him. "You feel so good," he whispered by his ear, gently nipping at his earlobe, "when you fuck me senseless is heaven, but this is surprisingly nice… god, I've never done this before..." he breathed, his back arching as he felt his orgasm near although it was unlike the blinding rush that he usually had, instead just steady waves of pleasure.

"Mmm... most people think you can only orgasm from blind passion."He agreed, moaning softly at those lips against his earlobe, tilting his head to the side. "I was fortunate to have my first lover know otherwise. It can be slow and comforting..." He explained, before groaning. "It's... an entirely different feeling." Ludwig wound his arms around him, keeping him close, oh so close.

"Yes… it is... oh, it is..." he whispered with a smiled, rocking his hips up again, even though they were by now chest to chest. He could feel the knots in the pit of his stomach slowly unravel and it honestly took him a moment to realise that he came. He blushed and moaned softly at the realisation but kept rocking his hips for Ludwig to be able to finish.

It wasn't long until Ludwig followed, once more filling the other with one last gentle thrust upwards, pulling him close and kissing him once more as they rode out their orgasms together. "Gilbert..." He whispered out softly. "Oh Gilbert..." He shifted slightly, leaning back against the back of the tub, letting the other rest against him, an almost sleepy smile on his lips. He still had so much left to offer, so much he was determined to show Gilbert, to make him feel. But for the moment, he was more than a little content to bask in the warm afterglow of their orgasm. Gilberts fifth and his own fourth. "Am I getting closer to beating your record baby?" He asked softly.

"Yeah, definitely, I had no idea you'd actually stay this true to your word," Gilbert teased playfully, nuzzling into his neck and relaxing against his chest lazily, feeling absolutely content and rested. "I'm afraid you might be right and I'll never find someone who can really satisfy me after you," he laughed softly, gently rubbing his chest.

"Mmm... guess it's only fair that I stick around and take care of your needs since I've so selfishly ruined you for others." He hummed playfully, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "I suppose I'll just have to continue to prove how good a product I am huh, so you'll wanna purchase the exclusive package." Ludwig teased him, rubbing over his back softly, and nuzzling into his hair, kissing his head.

"You're still my date to the Gala, you know," Gilbert said with a grin, arching his back under his touches and pressing his chest flush against Ludwigs. "And we shall see where it will go from there," he hummed, "that is unless the ghost of my dead father shows up to claim its vengeance." It felt odd thinking about this but maybe he did want to hang around for longer than to simply be Ludwigs one night stand.

"I stand by what I said earlier." He chuckled into him. "You really are unlike anything I've ever known before. A category all your own." Ludwig let out a content little hum, before laughing at the albinos words. "Mmm, by the end of the night, I'm going to guarantee that if he doesn't come back, we'll certainly meet him down there." Blue eyes twinkled with amusement as they locked onto crimson, brushing his lips in a playful kiss against the others.

"You certainly flatter me, and I'm sure we'll end up in the innermost circle of hell already," he grinned, kissing him back with a smirk, he was slowly coming out of the almost lethargic, relaxed state and he honestly felt almost fully rested. "So what are your plans for me for the second act of this play then?" he grinned cheekily, locking eyes with him.

Ludwig grinned down at him, giving one solitary playful thrust. "I was thinking I'd take you back to my bed... take you slowly, kiss every inch of you, make you feel things you didn't know existed." He hummed, almost a little cockily. "And then I'll take you downstairs, lay you out over that table- and devour you." His voice was turning back into the sultry purr, low and husky. "Most delicious thing that table has ever been honored enough to have on it." The blonde mused, licking his lips once more. "I'm planning on two rounds on that table, but I bet we can break it in one."

"Oh, well that sounds wonderful," Gilbert grinned, letting one teasing moan slip past his lips- mostly for show and making it sound positively like something from a porno. He loved how low Ludwig's voice got and he really did say the most delicious things, making anticipation bubble up in his chest. "Well, perhaps we should hop to it, my fingertips are getting wrinkly," he mused, slowly pulling out of his arms and standing up, the water trickling down his stomach and thighs.

"You read my mind." He hummed, standing and sweeping Gilbert off his feet. This time, he carried him bridal style, hands protective and gentle as he took him back to the bedroom. The blonde lay his new lover on the bed gently, making sure that he propped the albino up on his softest pillows, before moving to sit on his knees at Gilberts feet. "I want you to just watch me." He told him softly. "Let yourself relax and just feel, alright? I promise to show you something I doubt you've ever had." With that, he lifted one of Gilberts pale feet, strong fingers beginning to massage in well planned circles, rubbing and caressing, working out any and all knots. He brushed his lips gently over the others arch as he massaged, every touch and movement gentle and loving, calm and relaxed. There was no mistaking the adoration in his movements, cherishing every inch of the skin he was working on. He didn't rush, taking his time to lavish Gilbert with attention.

Gilbert propped himself up on his elbows, the pillows supporting his back as he simply watched the other, just like he was told to do. There was clear interest in his eyes as he watched the blond move, his fingers definitely both relaxing and pleasurable simultaneously. He let the young ambassador manipulate his body however he wished, relaxing his limbs fully. Admittedly this was really something else, feeling such concentrated attention on himself left Gilbert almost dizzy and belaboured his breathing, though his heart rate slowed as he entered an incredible state of relaxation. He bit down on his bottom lip and blushed faintly, his eyes growing half lidded.

When he was finished, he switched to the other, repeating the treatment before moving to his calves. He gently hitched the foot onto his shoulder, head turning to pepper sweet kisses to the milky white skin as those wonderful fingers continued their mission. Once more, he took his time, working to make sure any tension and pain melted out of the other, leaving Gilbert relaxed and loved. It was a different kind of atmosphere, almost strange- but then, Ludwig himself was a bit strange. The young ambassador was so capable of going from wild unbridled passion, blind need and lust, to this quiet adoration, skills he'd gathered in five years of learning how to please powerful men. But now, he was able to completely turn his attention to giving Gilbert as much as he had to offer.

Gilbert was almost hypnotised by what the other was doing to him. Much like Ludwig, he had spent his relationships selfishly pleasuring men much more powerful than he was, though unlike Ludwig he usually did it for them to spoil him with money, presents and favours when things got tougher with his father, he had really earned himself a reputation with that in certain circles but had to hastily cut all ties after inheriting the company. So being in the position of receiving such thorough but silent attention was something incredibly new.

Once more, he switched to the other, locking cerulean eyes on crimson and offering him a sweet smile as he continued, stroking and caressing and exploring every inch of the body that, if he were honest with himself, he was coming to adore more and more. It was as though he were trying to memorize every last detail, every freckle, every scar, so that even if Gilbert did, in the end, find someone else- he would know he knew that skin better than anyone, had brought more pleasure and care to the older man than anyone before or after him. It was a trait he brought to the table with all his lovers, although it was more often his personality and comments that made others leave him, or they simply found their "forever" people. Ludwig was never a "forever" person. He was merely a pleasurable stop on the way to finding one, although- up until now, he had never really minded.

Gilbert felt like if it was any other circumstance or person he'd feel defensively embarrassed or self-assured and cocky at his body being scrutinised so closely, but right now, in the current mood in front of Ludwig it was just his body and he was willing to bare it all for the younger man, simply as himself. There was something intoxicating about the way Ludwig looked at him at the moment, he had loved his primal, wild and lust-filled eyes from before but the calm...dare he say adoring expression the young ambassador wore now was just as precious to him.

The thighs were next, travelling slowly up to his hips. And still, while his touches were designed for pleasure, they were also designed to make the man under him truly feel something. Large hands parted the others legs, slow opened mouth kisses being pressed to Gilberts inner thighs, the blonde licking and sucking gently, leaving more little marks. Those lips travelled across his balls, brushing from shaft to tip on his cock- only to continue along up his pelvis, fingers continuing to rub in those dizzying little circles.

He gasped softly as the more sensitive areas of him were now being reached. He was definitely hard but not feeling any particular drive for release, he was enjoying it much like he did in the bathtub, calm and thorough waves of pleasure running over him. He honestly liked his thighs being marked, it just felt incredibly intimate. He never broke his eyes away from him, his body completely relaxed and eager under the younger man.

Pliant. That was the best word Ludwig could think of for how the man under him was at this moment. It was nice to return to this- his last lover hadn't been nearly patient enough for this kind of treatment. With the Spaniard, it had been all fire and passion, teeth and tongues and hands touching with an almost desperation. This was quieter, and Ludwig was surprised to find he still enjoyed it just as much as he had the last time he'd had a partner like this. Well- not quite like this of course. Gilbert really was in a category all his own. He was the only one Ludwig had met who could not only handle, but actually manage to match, both his wild moods, and his calm adoration. It was intoxicating, and Ludwig had to admit that the albino made his head spin. He would certainly be the last to kick the enticing man from his bed. His nose brushed gently through the soft silver curls that lay at the base of the others cock, before continuing upwards, until he could press down more slow- yet somehow still just as eager- kisses to the flat expanse of the others stomach. The twenty two year old mapped out every crevice, every dip and valley of the smooth skin, from one side to the other, leaving no spot untouched.

Gilbert inhaled deeply and his stomach tensed a little bit under the touch of the blondes lips. He watched wonderingly as Ludwig left no part of his abdomen untouched, every inch of skin receiving some sort of attention and it honestly made him feel warm all over. He lost the track of time completely because the only thing moving in the world seemed to be Ludwig. He wanted to touch him too by then but was hesitant to break the spell.

The man didn't speak- truly, in the end he didn't need to, anything he said would simply break the spell- instead continuing his lips upwards across his chest, brushing his lips across the older mans nipples, capturing one bud between his lips, giving a slow gentle suck, sexual and yet- somehow not. Somehow, his touches held an almost innocence many people wouldn't believe the tall, large man capable of- but in the end, he was still young. The next bud soon mirrored the first, before his lips continued over his collarbone to his throat. Sweet kisses peppered over the dark marks from their earlier experience, hands brushing over his throat as he finally captured his lips in a kiss absolutely full of quiet adoration. Finally, those large hands slid Gilberts thighs apart, continuing to kiss him slowly and completely as he moved between his legs. Ludwigs hands slid to cradle the others ass, lifting Gilberts lower half as he pushed into him. He took his time, immersing himself inch by tantalizing inch, savoring each second of the others warm body enveloping him, memorizing the feel to replay in his mind.

His body was turning ridiculously sensitive to his touches, every single spot of contact burning as if on fire. He kissed him deeply in return as soon as the younger mans lips pressed to his, it was the only touch he could properly return right now. He gasped and moaned into his mouth as he finally felt Ludwigs cock slide into him albeit slowly, making him crave every inch more and more, it was already a familiar feeling and Gilbert's body easily accommodated it. He lifted his legs up to loosely wrap around the young ambassadors waist, nudging him closer. He finally closed his eyes just to feel what was being done to him rather than see, the sensations intense and thorough.

Finally, he was buried to the hilt in the other. He kissed him once more, before beginning to move, his thrusts slow, but purposeful- different still than it had been in the tub. This was a soft passion, but passion none the less, his hips continuing to move against the other, taking him as though he'd break. Blue eyes sparkled with something that- had he realized was there- would have scared him shitless.

Gilbert shivered and moaned softly, his chest heaving. He snaked his hands behind Ludwig's head and pulled him into a kiss again, licking over his bottom lip, almost begging entrance into his mouth. He angled his hips better against his new lovers, shudders running over his body as his prostate was finally struck, it only caused him to arch his body up to press as closely as he could to the younger man, enjoying the heat of his body.

Ludwig didn't hesitate to grant him entrance, letting the other explore as much as he himself was exploring, even as he pressed into him over and over again, fingers sliding to cradle his thighs, sliding them onto his shoulders as he continued to leave gentle marks, dark in color, but never hard enough to hurt the other. After all- this was their slow and sweet, something entirely more meaningful and different before they let themselves be overcome by raw passion once more.

Gilbert slipped his tongue between his lips eagerly, letting it tangle with Ludwigs own. He matched the pace of their kiss perfectly to the pace of the thrusts, their movements becoming rhythmic and steady, a pattern that Gilbert never thought he'd find quite so intoxicating. He broke away for breath soon after, just laying back and fully indulging in what his boss was doing to him. He could feel it wouldn't take him long now.

Ludwig gave a gentle little nip to the others skin, before beginning to roll his hips against the older man almost desperately, not desperate for release, but rather for contact, to feel their skin against one another. If he were to allow himself the time to truly think about his actions, the realization would have absolutely terrified him. He'd only felt this need once before, and while it was far from the caliber it had been then, it was still alarming. So he didnt allow himself the chance, simply feeling.

Gilbert moaned softly to emphasise just how much he was enjoying the contact, looking up at Ludwig though his scarlet eyes hazy, pale lashes blinking rapidly. He exhaled with a moan when he finally came over his own stomach, the pure ecstasy making his body arch up again with a breathy whine. His mind was wiped completely blank, all he knew was that he felt absolutely amazing, goosebumps still prickling up on his pale skin.

Ludwig cried out Gilberts name softly as he came, releasing a whole new load of his seed into the other, before pulling away to survey his work. His smug smirk began to tug across his lips as he saw the other laying there, covered in his own cum. Slipping effortlessly back into the sexy tease, he moved down his body, tongue darting out to begin to greedily lick the others smooth stomach clean. "You're really incredibly fortunate you're a man." He purred teasingly, cerulean eyes filled with mischief and amusement as they locked back on the other. "If not, with the amount of my cum you have in you, we no doubt would already have an heir of our own."

"Oh, that would've been a fabulous mistake. Our kid would be trouble," Gilbert laughed, giving him a grin but shivering when he felt the other start lapping off the cum from his stomach. He also didn't find it difficult to switch back to that insistent passion that they had at first, Ludwigs smug smirks making his cock stir in interest. He calmly spread his legs, letting any excess trickle down his thigh, honestly he loved how messy their rougher rounds were.

"Mmm. No denying that." He agreed with a grin, tongue following the dripping liquid until he had caught it all. "Now my dear~ I do believe we have a table awaiting it's honorable death, and it'd be terribly impolite of it to make it suffer without your sexy body much longer, wouldn't you agree?" He hummed out, standing and offering a hand to the other. "It's a very lucky table, I believe. Maybe the luckiest table, to meet such an end as we have planned. I never did like that thing anyways." Ludwig mused, eyes twinkling.

Gilbert laughed and nodded, grabbing his hand and hauling himself up. Well, at least he was still able to walk somewhat unassisted and he was thankful enough for that. "Oh, I feel like you're just using me to destroy your furniture," he teased, looking up at the younger man with a smirk.

"If that was all I wanted you for, we'd have bruises in far less interesting places." He retorted with a wry smile. "This is a much more enjoyable means, don't you agree? And a far more honorable death for such a table." He got the other onto his back, piggybacking him, naked as the day he was born, down the large staircase, headed directly for the dining room where the large mahogany dining table sat, unsuspecting of its fate.

"Well, I'd have to agree with that," Gilbert mused, tracing his fingers along the mans broad shoulders happily, arching an eyebrow as he saw the table. It looked fairly sturdy but that made the challenge even more interesting. To entertain himself while they approached it, he leaned down, pressing kisses to the back of the younger mans neck.

Ludwig let out a quiet moan at the kisses, fingers creeping back to stroke the others ass as he got a wonderful idea. He set the older man down, a smirk on his lips as he pulled a chair up to in front of the table, sitting with one leg draped over the other. "Get on the table." He order, a deviant twinkle in his eyes. "You're going to give me a little show, Mister Beilschmidt. You seem so very adept at taking things up that cute little ass of yours that I have absolutely no doubt that you are no stranger to pleasuring yourself." The smirk never faded as he stood long enough to walk to a cabinet, grabbing a little box and setting it on the table next to the older man, the box filled with all variety of colorful "toys". "So you're going to show me how you please yourself." There was no room for question in the one, as he once more sat, amused, in the chair.

"Oh, who knew you were so kinky, Mr Weillschmidt," Gilbert laughed huskily, easily hauling himself up on the table in front of him. He selected the toy with the biggest girth seemingly without any thought, leaving absolutely nothing to subtlety as to what he liked. He leaned back on the table and spread his pale legs wide, making sure Ludwig would be able to see absolutely everything. He really did like the idea of the younger man simply watching him. Spreading his ass cheeks even more with one hand he slowly but surely eased the toy into himself, with a sultry whine on his lips.

The blonde gave a little smirk as the other easily selected the largest toy, giving him a little go on motion with his hand, continuing to calmly sit back. "Mmmm… do you always rush to the best part?" He questioned, raising a brow, smirk growing. "Or do you just like to make sure you're good and filled before touching anywhere else? I do know how you love to be filled, Mister Beilschmidt. Does it feel good?" He shifted forward slightly, smirk growing. "What do you think, is the toy as good as me?" He questioned with a teasing thoughtfulness.

"It does feel good," Gilbert breathed, his back arching a little bit, shifting the toy a little inside himself, just wanting to get accustomed to the toy, "and I had to pick the biggest one, otherwise it's not how I pleasure myself," he smirked, slowly pulling the toy out of himself, "it's not as good as you though, nowhere near… but it will do," he said with a gasp.

"Where else do you touch, baby?" He purred, spreading his own legs so the other could see his cock hardening. "Show me everything… imagine its my hands on you…. show me how you like to be touched, how you want me to take you. How badly you need me." He ordered in a low husky growl, one large hand falling to his own cock, giving a lazy stroke to the head, eyes half lidded and sexy as he took in the sight of the other. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, slow and deliberate. "Maybe if you…" A snicker fell from his lips. "...work hard enough, I'll decide to reward you and give you every last fantasy."

Gilbert was only happy to provide. He was not a stranger to this and he knew very well where exactly his prostate was, after all he had a ridiculously high sex drive and not always the partners to match it, so he was left to his own means fairly often. He watched the other slowly and lazily stroke himself, almost as if he wasn't really interested and it made the albino's blood boil and adrenalin pump, his mind set on giving the other the lewdest show ever. He slowly and deliberately stroked at his own inner thigh with one hand, tracing over the hickeys the other had left along his pale skin. He pressed the toy to himself again, plunging it in at the angle he knew was the most pleasurable for him, hardly stifling his own moans at the action. He shifted the hand that was on his thigh to press up against his balls, massaging them vigorously as he fucked himself with the toy hard and fast one minute and torturously slow the next, obviously teasing himself. He kept moaning the ambassadors name lewdly, unable to see him at the moment as he had to lie back to give himself better support to use his hands however it just made the experience more genuine for him.

"Mmm…. look at you, baby." He hummed out, his voice low and seductive as he gave another slow pump to his own length, eyes locked on the fingers that were teasing and touching, pressing the toy- Ludwigs own favorite toy, he mused- deeper and deeper into himself, drawing cry after delicious cry from the albinos lips. The cerulean orbs slid upwards to Gilberts cock- impressive in and of itself- the blonde licking his lips slowly. "Perhaps I'll give you something few lovers of mine have received as a reward for being such a good obedient boy. Maybe I'll use that nice big vibrator in that box on you, angling it ever so, but oh, I won't turn it on right away, no no. Instead, perhaps I'll just decide to ride you myself- you know, Gilbert, darling, for as impressive as you say my cock is, yours is far from a disappointment- and only when you're buried right to the hilt in me, and believe me baby, I am deliciously tight, will I turn out that blasted vibrator, so that you can be filled and feel the heat of my tight ass around your cock at the same time." He teased calmly, blue eyes twinkling.

Gilbert's eyes widened at the propositions, his heart beat definitely speeding up. "Mister Weillschmidt, you are lewd," he laughed breathlessly, slight goosebumps over his skin still from the delicious words of the other, what really turned him on though was how calmly Ludwig teased him, able to say the dirtiest things but staying firmly in control. But now he was positively yearning for everything the younger man described.

"Without a single doubt. Absolutely shameful." He agreed with a low chuckle. "But I suppose if baby wants what I described- he'll have to be a good boy and make himself cum for me, now won't he? It is- after all- quite the reward to have me do such a thing, I do believe i've only ever shown that as rrrrrrto perhaps...three?... in the past, save for those toys. Oh and I do make such needy little noises, Gilbert, an absolute little cockslut I am, isn't that just scandalous?" He hummed.

"Oh, very. Who would've known," he groaned before resting his head against the surface of the table again, picking up just where he left off, slamming the toy into himself mercilessly, when alone he was always so rough with himself which was why he could take Ludwig on for several rounds in succession. His free hand slipped up from his balls to pump his cock several times before slipping further up, rubbing over his own stomach and then sliding up to tease his nipples, the nubs being almost abnormally sensitive.

"Mmmm, very few deserve to know." He retorted. "So few ever have the patience you do- that patience is what deserves to be rewarded, not to mention what a good obedient boy you are- look at how deeply you fuck yourself at my request!" And still, that voice was absolutely calm, almost amused as he spoke. "Perhaps I should take your incentive and prep myself if I'm to ride that majestic cock, wouldn't you agree? After all it's been oh so long since I've had a good fucking, I bet I'm even tighter than before. Imagine how it feel Gilbert dear, pressing yourself in deeper and deeper, knowing you really are one of very few to do so, taking me until I cry out, even as that vibrator continues to hum in that cute little ass. Maybe I'll even beg for you, Mister Beilschmidt, plead with you to go harder, to take me, to make me yours and yours alone, until I scream your name…" Ludwig let his voice trail, but God, already even the thought was enough to make him hot and tense, his own fingers dipping down to brush his entrance.

"Oh my, you really spoil me rotten, Ludwig,baby," Gilbert gasped, his thighs opening wider yet, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. He was now fucking himself to cum, unyieldingly pounding at his own prostate, a hot flush in splashes of colour all over his pale skin and his cock leaking precum. He let his other hand trail back down to his cock, simply rubbing at the tip with his thumb as he felt himself on the verge of orgasm, his moans and whines loud and needy.

"Oh yes, but you really do deserve it, Gilbert darling." He shot back with a cocky tone in his voice. "Or perhaps I'll wait until you are finished so I can straddled those hips of yours and let you watch me prep myself, hmmm?"

"Y-yeah..." Gilbert groaned, by now his brain deciding to switch off as he felt the knots in the pit of his stomach begin to unravel and with one last solid thrust into himself he came hard over his own hand and stomach with a cry, his rigid body now going lax as he panted, moaning softly at the afterglow.

Ludwig stood then, a smirk on his lips as he moved to the side of the table, leaning down to kiss Gilbert deeply, before moving away to grab a pillow. He put it under his lovers head before hoisting himself up onto the table. He rummaged through the box, pulling out the vibrator before his fingers tugged the dildo Gilbert had been using out of him, carefully replacing it with the new toy. As he promised, he angled it so the tip was just resting against his blonde straddled the older mans lap, angling his hips so Gilbert could see his own tight puckered little entrance, before lifting his fingers to his lips, eyes locked on Gilberts as he began to suck, swirling his tongue around the digits.

Gilbert opened his eyes slowly as he came down off his orgasm, grinning a little up at him, biting his lip hard as he felt the toy being replaced, he shifted his hips a little to get more comfortable, resting his hands on Ludwigs muscular thighs and stroking them lightly, trailing his eyes up his body before meeting his eyes as well, watching with a small smirk as the other sucked his fingers.

When he felt they were sufficiently lubricated, he slid them slowly downwards, running them around his entrance, gasping quietly as the first slipped into him, letting his eyes fall half lidded as they locked on Gil. "Mmm… baby~" He mewled, soon adding a second, making sure Gilbert could see the way the puckered ring of muscles hugged the digit, stretching himself slowly, moans and mewls of Gilberts name falling from his lips teasingly.

Gilbert watched him closely, still stroking his thighs slowly and sensuously, occasionally sliding his hands back and groping his ass. The little show was definitely getting him hard again, for the seventh time that night, and the fact that he was still filled really helped.

"H-hah!" Ludwig gasped, keeping his tone needy, although truthfully he didn't need to act much. He hasn't been lying- Gilbert was number four of his many lovers to actually get to see him in a vulnerable position, although even when the blonde indulged in this guilty little pleasure, there was no mistaking that he was in control. Something dear Gilbert would find out soon enough. Pulling his fingers from his tight hole, Ludwig adjusted himself so the others cock pressed against him, but didn't slide in. "Don't forget to breathe." Was the only warning he gave before reaching behind him to grip the toy, angling it and flicking it on as he rammed it into the older mans sweet spot, slamming his own hips down until the others cock was buried to the hilt in him, letting out a lusty purposeful moan. It hurt- of course it did, but Ludwig wasn't one to complain about a little pain. "Mmm, Mister Beilschmidt!" He mewled out in a sultry submissive tone, wondering how the other would react to the formal words being directed to Gilbert as though he were in control. All part of the plan. He began to thrust the toy in and out roughly, even as he only rolled his own hips on the other teasingly, leaning down to bury his face in the others neck, kissing and nipping. "Mmm am I tight enough for you, Mister Beilschmidt? Does my tight little ass feel good?" He purred needily, continuing to rock back against the other, still not moving so the other would move in him, just teasing. Gilbert would have to tell him how it felt in very clear terms before he got more, even as Ludwig thrust the toy in.

Gilbert could swear he saw stars at the double stimulation of the vibrator jabbing into his sweet spot and the incredibly tight heat of Ludwig's ass enveloping him. He was hardly able to even get any words out for a good moment or two, just a loud cry of the younger mans name slipping past his lips. "Oh, fuck, Ludwig you are so fucking tight," he breathed, panting and gripping onto the others thighs for support "I swear to god, you are the tightest thing I've ever felt.". He really did have a marvellous view of the handsome man from his position so he kept his eyes open, a blush painting his cheeks no matter how hard he tried to suppress it. He was surprised how needy Ludwig could sound when he wanted to, and it was just a matter of instinct that Gilbert bucked up into that tantalising heat. White hot pleasure searing up his spine.

Ludwig gave a playful little pout, nipping down on the others shoulder in reprimand. "Ah, ah." He scolded, a deviant smirk tugging at those lips. "You've gotta be patient for me, Gilbert, just because this is a reward doesn't mean it's not a test~" He sat firm on the others cock, hips keeping him pinned so he couldn't move as he continued to thrust the toy in, rolling his hips once more, before leaning back over him, laid out on the albinos chest. "Say please, Gilbert dear, wherever did your manners go? Your father would be horrified I'm afraid." He teased, nipping the older mans jaw. "Ask me to ride you baby. Tell me exactly what you want." Ludwig purred, and there was no mistaking that this was an order, same as the rest.

"Oh, my father would be horrified, that would be correct," Gilbert chuckled breathlessly, whining when his hips were hopelessly pinned but the vibrator still ravaged him mercilessly. It was hard enough getting his thoughts back in order in this state but he couldn't deny simply just how much he loved and lusted to be controlled so thoroughly. "Oh, fucking hell, please, Ludwig! Please ride me… I- I tried to be so good for you, stop teasing… make me cum..." he whined desperately, gripping tightly onto his hips.

And there it was. A smug smirk broke across the younger mans lips, the ambassador beginning to ride him in earnest, tightening his muscles around him now and then as he moved on him. Moans and pleas fell from his lips, whispers of Gilberts name. "A-ah fuck~!" He mewled. "Baby, you feel so big in me, g-god, maybe the biggest I've had!" He confessed on a desperate cry, slamming the vibrator in full force, making sure it hit his prostate at the same time as Ludwig landed at the base of his cock so nothing felt empty, before pulling up and repeating."Gilbert, Gilbert baby, you can move, fuck me hard, now!" He ordered, eyes hazy. "Fuck me so hard I scream, can't think, that's not a request either, Mister Beilschmidt~!" He growled as pure unadulterated lust tore through him, allowing himself to be selfish and demand his pleasure this once.

Gilbert was a moaning writhing mess and the table shook underneath them however he was still very eager to please so he grabbed Ludwig's firm hips and began thrusting up into him, still unable to get used to just how tight he was- he was almost afraid of hurting him. He couldn't help but love all the praise addressed to him, after all he did have a tendency to be a little vain. There was so much stimulation everywhere he thought he'd lose his mind so he kept thrusting up into him uncontrollably, nails digging into his hips.

"Mnhhh, are you trying to squirm out of a charlie horse, or are you claiming me?" He purred mockingly. "I'm not…. ahhh!... made of glass, darling. Remember, if we're making fathers come back from the grave- make it worth it. Make me see stars. Make me forget everyone else who has ever touched me." His blue eyes locked on Gilberts as he rode him, taunting and daring the other to make him regret those words.

It was his tendency to be a little vain that was now making him want to prove the younger man wrong and make him swallow his words. He gripped his hips so hard that he was sure it would end up bruising and began positively ramming up into him with all the strength and concentration he could muster, the vibrator admittedly making him sometimes forget what he was doing at the moment. Skin slapped against skin louder as Gilbert started angling his hips carefully, trying to find his prostate.

Ludwigs eyes widened, a look of pure shock and pleasure on his face as the other made him eat his words- no one had ever actually done it before, desperate pleas and screams beginning to fall from his lips as the other claimed him completely, melting completely into the touch. God, if he didn't have too much pride, he would honestly cry at the incredible shockwaves of electricity that shot through him, certainly a first, slamming the vibrator in to match each of Gilberts wild movements. The second that bundle of nerves was hit, Ludwig screamed Gilberts name, his hot seed spilling onto the others stomach- as the table began to crack under them.

Gilbert leaned up and kissed him hard on the mouth, swallowing his scream and shivering as he felt the others seed spill over his stomach. He just felt agonising but ecstatic shocks of pleasure all over his body. He wasn't far behind his orgasm, it only taking a particularly hard thrust of the vibrator at his prostate for him to buck his hips up deep into Ludwig and cum hard, for the first time filling the younger man. He faintly heard the table start to crack but right now nothing around them mattered.

The blonde let out a noise of surprised delight- he had never let any of the last ones actually fill him, always demanding they pull out so he could maintain his precious control, but fuck- he would be lying if he said it didn't feel incredible, having the elder'smans seed dripping out of him. He leaned down and caught the others lips in a rough desperate kiss as the table broke under them, landing them on the floor. Even still, the ambassador didn't care, nipping and licking at the others lip before plunging his tongue back into Gilberts mouth- it was a kiss of possession more than anything.

Gilbert groaned into the kiss and kissed him back just as eagerly, letting him dominate the kiss but still putting up enough of a fight to not make it easy. It was soon just fully tongues and teeth, the albino scratching at the younger mans shoulders in blind passion, his fingers tangled in the back of Ludwig's already messy by now hair. There were some splinters poking at his side but he couldn't care less.

"Holy fuck." He groaned, smothering the others face in kisses, capturing his lips over and over again. "Holy fucking shit, baby, that was incredible." And still, his body was burning with need, as he ground his hips against the other. He wound his arms around the other, rolling them out of the splinters with a low rumbling laugh. "Rest in peace table, we knew you well." He hummed playfully, before capturing his lips again in another passionate needy kiss. "How are you feeling baby?" He asked, nipping his lip once more.

"I'm okay," he laughed, returning his kisses playfully, but cutting them short just to tease him as he saw how needy they were. "A few scratches on my back but aside from that only slightly battered," he grinned, "as long as you take that vibrator out, before it drives me crazy,"he snickered, looking up at him playfully, his hands tracing along his arms to feel the firm muscle that he got such a kick out of.

"Mmm, I dunno." He hummed out with a grin. "I suppose it depends on if we've broken your record yet." Even still, he tugged the toy out slowly, lifting the older man into his arms once more, kissing him deeply. "Mmmm…. told you I wouldn't run out of steam." He purred, before squirming his ass, feeling the others seed swishing inside of him, a laugh escaping his lips. "For that, my own father might come back from the grave." He teased.

"Jesus, so he didn't care when you were putting the kama sutra to shame fucking me but then when you get a little dirty for once he's coming back?" Gilbert teased, shoving him playfully, but giving him a series of harsh, nipping little kisses to his lips. "And still, that was my...seventh or eighth orgasm tonight, I've already lost count," he laughed.

"Baby, we've still got a damn lot left to do to put the kama sutra to shame." He grinned down at him, kissing the others head, before moaning quietly at the nips. "Well, I did promise to show you all features of the product." He retorted smugly. "So now we have a choice- we can either go upstairs and rest because damn, darling, I'm not even sure if you have much left in you at this point…" His voice was a low rumbling tease, but it held almost a comfortability he wasn't used to. "Or we can show the kitchen counter what a real dessert is." Ludwig dipped his head to give the others neck another nip, before pausing, thoughtfully. "Or there's the option of a sixty nine of course, those are rather fun too, and I'd be rather interested to see how flexible you are." The arrogant confidence had returned to his voice, knowing the other was feeling just as good as himself.

"We're not resting yet!" he laughed, grinning widely, "you made me cum four times before we took our first break, and since then it's only been two so still work to do," he smirked, leaning his head to the side to make room for the kisses, his eyes growing half lidded. "I say we go for sixty nine, I need just a bit of a break before I can let you pound into me again," he hummed, indulgently tracing his fingers over his chest.

"I'm very glad to hear you choose that option." He snickered. "Bed or couch? I feel like some place soft would be the best for that kind of bending, don't you agree?" He wound his fingers around the others, free hand pulling him closer to him by the waist. "Maybe then I can see how pretty that cock of yours would look with a cock ring." Ludwig mused, running a teasing finger from base to tip. "It really is a very nice cock. You should be proud." He teased. "And I feel I can definitely say that now, since I've had it up my ass." A wry smile tugged at his lips. "How does it feel to have been the first person to ever get to watch their cum drip out of me?" Ludwig questioned in a low tone, running a finger down the others chest.

"Couch, since we've already been to bed and you seem set on fucking around with me on every single surface in your house," Gilbert smirked cheekily, resting his arms loosely around the younger man's shoulders, "and it felt fantastic, I have to say you are incredibly tight and cum definitely looks good on your thighs," he purred, licking his lips and leaning into his touch, "one of the hottest things I've ever seen."

Ludwig snorted in spite of himself, his face amused. "I damn well should be, I wasn't joking about only having done that with three people before you, and each only once. And." He smirked, nipping the others jaw. "You're the first one to ever bring me to orgasm like that so fast and so shockingly fucking amazing, so congrats on that, not to mention the first person to ever cum inside me. Spoiled fellow, aren't you dear?" The blonde teased. "Well- I suppose with a cock like that, I'm actually the spoiled one, because damn baby, you know how to use it, don't you?"

"I do try, I do know how to use it well, although I am more adept at receiving perhaps," Gilbert smirked, patting his cheek playfully, "but I do beg to differ, it's you spoiling me, I must say," he purred by his ear, nibbling on his ear lobe, "as you did run that show, I would argue," he winked.

"Well, you were damn good." He praised huskily, sucking on a spot on his neck, stroking over the others cock as he moved them to the couch. "Jesus christ, Gilbert, I don't think I've ever cum that hard before." He lay back on the couch, tugging Gilbert atop him and kissing him roughly.

"And what a sight you were," Gilbert said with a smirk, matching his kisses with the same level of eagerness and passion and shifting to get comfortable. "You looked absolutely stunning, crying out, your whole body on display to me..." he grinned, licking over his lips, "I know I got lucky. You definitely gave me jerking off material for weeks and weeks to come."

"Or you could just come have the real thing." He retorted with a hum and a self assured grin. "Who knows, you took me so damn hard and so fucking good, that maybe I'll let you do it again sometime." His eyes were amused, even as he arched his hips against the other, kissing and sucking at his throat. There was a pause, Ludwigs face thoughtful. "Actually, after that, theres probably a good chance I'd let you do whatever you wanted to me." He confessed with a laugh.

"My my, I stand by my words, you spoil me," Gilbert laughed breathlessly, tilting his head back to give Ludwig better access to his neck. He already knew that he'll have to go through fire and blood to cover up for the meeting the next day but with the younger mans hips rubbing against his own he did not care in the least, the ambassador has brought him to at least eight orgasms already and could probably do just as many more.

"Perhaps." He agreed wryly, tongue darting out to run from below his ear down to his collarbone, fingers running down his back to grab the others ass. "But I suppose it's still self satisfying in the end." A smug smirk crossed his lips as he leaned back, arms behind his head as he looked up at Gilbert, surveying his work. The other was absolutely covered in marks. "There's going to be absolutely no denying what we've been doing. My uncle is going to have a fit." Ludwig mused with a delighted smile. "Perhaps, if you're a very good boy at the meeting tomorrow, and behave yourself, maybe… just maybe… I'll reward you by blowing you under the table. You'd be surprised at how little they really notice when I'm suddenly not there- that or perhaps they wish it was them!" He teased, before wrapping his arms around the others waist. He angled so their cocks lay against one another, eyes twinkling. "Ready for number nine?" The blonde questioned, before wrapping a hand around their cocks and beginning to stroke, thrusting his own against the albino at the same time.

"You'll give me a bad reputation, you selfish animal!" Gilbert laughed, shoving at the younger man's chest playfully but very visibly shuddering when the ambassador pressed their cocks together, the flesh hot to touch and pulsating. He groaned softly and his back arched as he started to move his hips in time with Ludwig's movements, trying to increase the friction between them as much as possible.

"Mmmm… or everyone will think you're just incredibly lucky to get as much sex as I provide." He shot back, smirk growing. A low growl escaped his lips, hand tightening around them as he thrust up faster. "You don't really mind either way, do you, Mister Beilschmidt?" He taunted, fingers of his free hand gripping the others ass. "After all, you're a little cockslut for your boss aren't you? I bet if I asked you to lay yourself out for me on the meeting room table, you would without question, wouldn't you?" Ludwigs voice was a low taunt, husky and lust filled. He doubted he'd ever get enough of the other.

"Oh, you read me like an open book," he admitted with a smirk, bucking his hips up into his hand, "if you asked me to make better use of a fifteen minute break in the meeting than to go and get coffee, I'm quite sure I'd oblige you," he mused, leaning up to him and kissing along the ambassadors strong jawline before going lower and starting to nip and bite down the line of his throat.

Ludwig groaned out at the kisses and the nips, tipping his head back to grant the other as much access as he wished as he continued to stroke and thrust. "Maybe tomorrow we'll play a little game. That is, of course, if you're at all capable of walking." He smirked, fully confident that he could incapacitate the other. "I bet I'll have to carry you to the meeting, imagine that."

"I believe you underestimate me," Gilbert laughed breathlessly, just imagining the scandal, "that is the one satisfaction I won't grant you, I won't let you see me a wreck," he smirked, biting down a little more forcefully around the ambassadors prominent Adam's Apple and sucking a dark mark, while the blond wasn't nearly as pale as him, his skin was still fair enough for hickeys to stand out.

The blonde let out a moan, hips arching up as he let his eyes fall closed. When had Gilbert gone and stolen his precious control again? Even still- it certainly wasn't a bad feeling, the young ambassador content to let Gilbert do as he wished. After all, the older man seemed to know exactly how to touch him, how to bite and nip to drive him incredibly insane. He supposed it was actually nice to relinquish the reins once in a while- he rarely had the chance with lovers in the past to just enjoy. "Hahh… we shall see." He retorted with a breathless little gasp. "I really do spoil you, darling. I doubt anyone else has seen me like this, been allowed to touch how they wish."

"Then I'm very flattered and trust me, love, I won't waste the opportunity," Gilbert smirked against his skin and moved to the crook of his neck, nipping down lightly at the softer skin there, leaving small but dark love bites in a curved line. "Just keep moving your hand for me please, yeah? You feel good, don't you?" he mused, an almost crooning tone to his voice clearly to tease and challenge him.

Ludwig gave a little nod of compliance, even as he gave a tauntingly quick rough tug to the others cock- but fuck, that voice was going to make him melt. He could give up control just this once right? Surely there would be no real harm in that. "G-Gil!" He gasped out, moving his hand faster. "F-fuck… feels good… feels good…" Ludwig confessed. He took a steadying breath, mentally telling himself it was ok and preparing himself for what he was about

to say. Just this once. "Mmm…. G-Gilbert more please! Oh God, please more~! Touch me, take me, just please don't stop…" And then the faintest little smirk, blue eyes locking on Gilbert to intently watching his reaction. "...master."

One pale eyebrow arched at what the ambassador said but a smirk quickly graced the colourless lips. "How can I deny you when you asked so, so nicely?" he mused, pressing one last kiss to the ambassadors neck before letting his own hands slide down to the younger mans ass, gropping it playfully. He shifted their position so the he could get between Ludwig's thighs, "do I need to stretch you again or are you good to go?"

A moan fell from his lips at the hand on his ass, leaning up to kiss the other needily. "Prep please. Fuck, I wasn't exactly careful with myself last time." He laughed sheepishly. "Nghhh… is there any specific way you want me baby?" He hummed out. If Ludwig was going to do this, was going to allow himself to be submissive for a little while, he was going to go all out. Besides, it wasn't like he hadn't been curious about what it'd feel like to be fucked in different positions, it had always just required relinquishing control to people who cared very little about anything but their own pleasure.

"Just tell me what you've done before, it shouldn't be an exhaustive list, and we'll figure out what we can do that you haven't done," Gilbert asserted, sucking on two fingers thoroughly before slipping one into Ludwig, very slowly, still fascinated by just how tight it was with only one finger. After giving him some time to adjust he slipped a second one in, carefully scissoring them to stretch him as smoothly and thoroughly as possible. He knew that this was a rare occurrence so he was going to do everything in his power to give Ludwig what he wanted.

The young ambassador flushed red, eyes hazy with lust as he arched his hips into the digits, wincing only slightly before relaxing. "Mostly I've only ridden people." He confessed, looking up at him with a look of almost adoration. The blonde didn't even realize that with every touch, he was becoming more and more attached to the silver haired man, a thing he tried to never do. But somehow- Gilbert convinced him to trust him. A moan fell from his lips as the other stretched him, writhing and squirming on the couch. "Most- hah!- of my lovers were powerful men who cared very little for anything but their own release." He pointed out.

"Fair enough, can't say I'm not familiar with that scenario myself. We can do missionary then, I'll take you nice and slow at first so you don't hurt yourself again, since I'm not so sure I'll be able to carry you into that meeting tomorrow," Gilbert teased but good-naturedly, slowly easing a third finger in for good measure, after all it would probably be more beneficial for the ambassador if he was looser rather than tighter.

"Mmm, even if you could I wouldn't let you." He shot back with a breathless laugh, letting out a soft hiss at the third digit that slipped into him. Nice and slow- that in itself was an odd thought. Even the rare time he had done this, his lovers had been rather uninterested in if he was in pain, fucking him fast and hard until he had learned to simply not let others take control of his body.

"That sounds pretty nice though." He confessed, fingers brushing blonde locks damp with sweat off the German mans face, as he tried to make himself relax. "Honestly, I am rather impressed you can take as much as you can, darling, but I suppose I'll have to try to keep up." He teased.

"You don't have to try and measure up to me, that would be very ambitious," Gilbert teased, he thought the banter was good for setting the mood really, he could tell Ludwig was rather apprehensive about being on the bottom- it was subtle, but it was still there. "After all, I can take a lot, my prowess is legendary," he smirked, slowly removing his fingers and just smoothly rubbing his tip against his entrance briefly before easing into him.

"Mmm, considering you've been fucked five times tonight and show not a sign of being sore, I'd be willing to believe that you must be a legend." He retorted with a laugh, before his arms slid around the others back and clutched on, a gasp falling from his lips as the other eased into him, leaning up to bury his face in the older mans throat. Admittedly- he was a little nervous, but not for the reasons the other might think. He was more nervous because Gilbert was so gentle with him, because this was something quite opposite to anything he'd had before. Not even his first lover had truly been careful on him, instead molding the then seventeen year old into what he wanted him to be- Ludwig had been very pristinely crafted into the kind of lover he was now in the past five years by men like that- into a dominant, rough lover, and yet- somehow despite his dominance, he only pleased. It was an odd notion, that someone could be dominant and still be so weak to the wills of others.

"It comes from a lot of practice, I would say," Gilbert mused, gently slipping one hand into the back of Ludwig's hair, massaging his scalp gently as he slid into him to the hilt, keeping his hips still to give him time to adjust to his size, he was treating him how he would've liked to have been treated all those years ago when he first let a man into his pants even though he knew Ludwig wasn't a virgin- but he still tried to come across as caring. "Wrap your legs around my waist, it'll be a better angle," he said simply, his free hand running up and down the younger mans side to soothe him.

Ludwig had to confess, that gentle hand in his hair, the slow steady care the other was offering him; it was almost intoxicating. A breathless little moan escaped his lips as he felt the other finally pressing into him completely, giving a little nod before complying, sculpted legs wrapping around Gilberts waist, loose but enough to hold on. The young ambassador could, he noted with a twinge of anxiety, get far too used to this, to the mutual touching and pleasing; to dominating and being dominated. That was a frightening thought, one he quickly pushed from his mind, focusing on the impressive cock buried inside him, and the soothing hand on his side, letting himself relax. There was no point ruining a perfectly good moment over concerns about tomorrow, he'd rather relax and let himself enjoy.

Feeling his partner finally relax somewhat Gilbert began steadily thrusting into him, aiming for slow but deep so it wouldn't be too unsatisfying. He had to admit on his end it felt absolutely amazing, being able to feel the tight welcoming heat, it almost made him dizzy but he kept careful control over himself, wanting to ensure that he was pleasuring Ludwig first and foremost. He let his wandering hand caress his hips and thighs also, in time with his thrusts. "Ah, you're doing so well, darling," he breathed by his ear with a smile.

The blonde couldn't have possibly expected the rush of pride he felt at the others praise, moaning quietly with every thrust as he clung on, trying to not get too eager, to not rush. He might as well enjoy having someone be so careful with him after. "Gil~!" He cried out softly, the thrusts, the feeling of absolutely being filled so completely, driving him mad.

Gilbert leaned down and kissed him deeply, slowly moving his lips against his. "Don't be afraid to ask for what you want, Ludwig," he murmured against his lips, "I'll give it all to you," he whispered before slowly speeding up his thrusts with a faint slap of skin against skin. He angled his hips around trying to find the younger man's prostate.

Ouch, and there was that little pang in his chest once more, heart beating erratically at the others words, leaning up to kiss him again, almost greedily, fingers tangling in soft silver locks. "I… ahhh!"A hot cry tore from his lips as the spot was hit, his hips arching in desperation. "There! Again, do it again, Gilbert, fuck please, shit it feels good!" He moaned, writhing under him in a desperate attempt for more. "Kiss me again, mark me more, fuck- ruin me!" He had no idea where the words that fell from his lips came from, hell, if he'd even really realized what he was asking for, he'd be mortified, but right now he was far too lost in the throes of pleasure.

Gilbert smiled faintly before silencing his pleas with another deep kiss, insistent and possessive but loving still. He memorised where the spot was and began thrusting harder into him, intentionally hitting his sweet spot head on every other thrust. He gripped his hip with one hand, nudging it up to further liberate his movement, slamming gladly into the welcoming heat. After breaking away from his lips for breath he leaned down to his neck, nipping and biting indulgently, whispering praise to the younger man.

The possessiveness of that kiss did not escape him, and made the strange butterflies flutter all the harder. He arched his own hips up desperately, aching for more. "More more, god please please!" He pleaded needily, desperate for more, crying out Gilberts name over and over again as his sweet spot was hit. "Fuck, fuck, Gilbert, it feels fucking amazing , harder, faster, please, I can take it! Fuck fuck, make me forget everyone else!"

His name being called out again and again by the younger man excited him in a way he couldn't quite describe. With the ambassadors consent he began pounding into him harder, kissing up his neck to kiss his lips again, hungrily. He really couldn't get enough of the blond, the feeling transcended just simple sex and he realised with a small shudder that what he felt was more than fundamental want. "Fucking hell, Ludwig… god, babe, you feel so good," he groaned against his lips, slamming harder into his sweet spot.

Babe, that was a new one. Actually, he wasn't sure anyone had ever called him something so- informal and personal. Baby was about as close as he'd gotten. "H-hahhh... it feels amazing!" He cried out, tugging the others hair gently. "Jesus Christ... more, more, baby, baby please, I can feel you stretching me, taking me. You're so big in me, Gilbert, don't ever stop!" Ludwig pleaded in desperation. This was, he realized quietly, so much more than what he had had before. It wasn't just lust- it was honest need, something the younger man wasn't sure he'd ever actually felt before.

Gilbert groaned softly as he felt his hair being tugged. "You're mine, Ludwig, yeah? All mine. At least tonight, you're only here for me, and I'm here for you, you know that right?" he murmured against his lips, his eyes shut tight. He didn't need to see right now, just feel. He continued slamming into him, feeling the others body press tight around him, the friction absolutely electrifying.

"All yours." He agreed softly, kissing him back sweetly, desperately almost- lovingly. "Baby I can't hold on... I can't hold on..." He moaned out, hooking his legs tighter around him, burying his face in Gilberts neck and crying out as he came, moaning and mewling as he rode out his orgasm. "Gilbert...oh god, Gilbert, you're so good, so good, better than anything I've had!" He confessed, the words falling in a fit of passion.

Gilbert sighed happily and it only took the younger man tightening around him until he came as well, thrusting deep into the blond and lightly tugging at his hair but holding his head close, it felt amazing just how close their bodies were intertwined. "Heh, you flatter me, darling," he chuckled softly against his hair, just holding him close as they both basked in the afterglow.

Ludwig was completely content to cuddle into him, allowing himself to melt in the others arms. "Ahhh... that was amazing, baby... thank you for that." He breathed out softly, burying his face in the others neck. He squirmed his hips, feeling the others cum in him once more with a breathless laugh. "Hahhh, you're really making sure to fill me up huh?" He teased. "Maybe I'll be the one not walking tomorrow. Wouldn't that be a kick?" The blonde couldn't help but laugh, squirming slightly to move closer. "So how is your trial so far? Think you're going to want to purchase the full version of the product?" A playful smile tugged at his lips once more, stroking idly through Gilberts hair.

"Oh, definitely," Gilbert laughed softly and leaned into his touch, "what is the full version then?" he mused, letting his hands trace all over the others body gently, once again feeling the hard muscle that he found so attractive. He slowly pulled out of him and shifted them on their sides, stretching out against him comfortably. He definitely wasn't tired after this round but he just liked the warmth and brief interlude to just be close to the younger man.

Chuckling lowly, Ludwig leaned forward and nipped his earlobe. "Well, this is a very special product you see, there's only one." He teased. "So the full version is getting to take advantage of all the features you've seen plus oh so many more at your discretion, as well as an escort to functions, and- well really anything else you want." He grinned down at the other.

"Sounds like a good deal to me," Gilbert grinned, placing his hands on the others muscular chest, and playfully circling his nipples with his nails, "at least now that my father isn't here to judge my purchases after all," he mused, tangling their legs together and grinning up at him. He definitely liked the direction all of this was going in, he never thought the business world would grant him such interesting acquaintances.

The ambassador groaned lowly at those nails, his fingers rubbing over the others back carefully. "Mhmm, and you've only seen the very basic features." Ludwig smirked once more, letting one finger slid across the others stomach. "We still have so much left to try.. and..." The smirk grew. "It seems I promised to suck that majestic cock of yours, didn't I? Especially now seeing what you can do with it, I think it deserves to be rewarded."

"Ah yes, I definitely remember something along those lines- although I also remember it was meant to be a mutual affair," Gilbert mused innocently, although a smirk on his lips mirrored Ludwig's. He pressed up closer to the larger man, kissing up his collar bones to his neck, over the marks left from the previous rounds, admiring each single one.

A shiver rippled through him at the kisses. "Then perhaps you should adjust where you're sitting..." He retorted playfully. "...and bring that cock over here for me, don't you think?" Even as he spoke, his hands were adjusting the other to straddle his chest, drawing the albinos hips backwards, nipping the spot just below his balls.

Gilbert laughed and did as he was told, crawling over to change their position, holding his hips up over Ludwig's face and leaning down on his end, pressing kisses and nips to the ambassadors prominent hip bones. "Damn, I can't get over how good and delicious it looks up close," he commented lewdly, letting his tongue dart out and licking a long stripe up his cock.

Ludwig let out a low growl of delight, pressing teasing kisses to the others shaft, before parting his lips and taking the others cock in, licking and sucking at the head, paying particular attention to the sensitive slit and the small bundle of nerves where the head met the shaft. "Then why don't you enjoy it baby, it's all yours." He cooed, arching his hips up lewdly towards the others mouth.

Gilbert smirked and pressed an eager kiss to his base, snaking one hand around to cup his balls, rolling them playfully in his palm. He moaned against his skin as he felt Ludwig tease him and it took all his self control to no buck down into his mouth, although his hips visibly shuddered and jolted in pleasure. He kissed up his cock, nipping lightly every so often, making his enjoyment very much audible, he pulled back his foreskin a little with his free hand and pressed an open mouthed kiss to his tip, swirling his tongue over it.

Ludwig moaned around him, Gilbert was entirely too good with that sexy little mouth. He gave a rough little suck to his cock, pulling off, eyes twinkling. "Thats right baby... use that sweet tongue of yours... does it taste good, darling?" He hummed, before taking him in and starting to suck in eager delight. His fingers slid to the others ass, stroking over his entrance and coaxing it apart teasingly as he continued to suck him off.

"Oh, it tastes absolutely amazing," Gilbert laughed breathily, his breath tickling over Ludwig's sensitive tip, "your cock is definitely my favourite treat, Mr Weillschmidt," he purred, moaning lewdly as he slowly took his tip into his mouth, his tongue flicking against the slit before he started sucking enthusiastically, slowly, inch by inch, taking more and more of Ludwig's impressive cock into his mouth. His back arching wantonly he pushed his hips back against the prying fingers in a silent plea to finger him.

Ludwig arched his hips up towards the other, his fingers stretching the other apart as he pulled off for yet another moment, eyes flickering to the others hole. "Look at how you stretch for me baby~" He purred teasingly. "How greedy your little hole is, twitching and trying to get me to touch it, to use my fingers and mouth to satisfy..." Another arch of his hips as he caught the others cock back into his mouth, slipping his fingers into the other and stroking his walls slowly as he sucked, humming around him.

Gilbert moaned loudly around him, his thighs spreading wider and his hips bucking down at the overload of pleasure that he felt when he finally felt his fingers inside him. He blushed dark all over his body but couldn't deny that that was his weak spot, and he knew that Ludwig definitely realised by now. He whimpered and took the rest of Ludwig's cock into his mouth in one swoop, his lips locking tight at his base and his fingers almost desperately massaging the ambassadors balls.

The blonde groaned hotly around him, thrusting into the others mouth as he thrust the fingers in deeper, beginning to teasingly massage the others prostate. He would never get tired of sucking the others cock, pressing his tongue lightly to the sensitive veiny underside as he hollowed out his cheeks.

Gilbert could not contain his moans at all especially as those fingers found his sweet spot. The other was making him feel blind, burning passion and the jaw-droppingly gorgeous man was ridiculously good with his mouth and hands. Gilbert tried his damn hardest to pleasure him just as well in return, the thick cock was far past his gag reflex by now and he began swallowing around him.

Ludwig let out a hot moan around his cock, massaging his sweet spot with a little more pressure, already on the edge. But the second Gilbert began to swallow, he lost it, coming down others throat, continuing to greedily suck on him. He would never get enough of this man who seemed to compliment him so well.

Gilbert moaned as he felt the others hot seed shooting down his throat. After swallowing all of his load he pulled off, panting harshly to catch his breath, his own hips jolting and the knots in the pit of his stomach were being pulled tight. The sheer enthusiasm with which the blond was sucking his cock was almost enough to get him off all on its own. "O-oh, Ludwig! Don't stop!" he cried out, rocking his hips down. He could swear he saw stars when the others fingers pressed harder against the overly sensitive bundle of nerves and with another well placed jab he came hard with a whine of his name.

Ludwig greedily swallowed it all down, making sure he didn't lose a drop. As he pulled away, he smirked. " 'm not done yet babe." He cooed, pulling the fingers out before plunging his tongue back into him without warning. His tongue mimicked what his fingers had done, stroking slowly, flicking over the bundle of nerves deep inside of him, curling and teasing.

"Ludwig!" Gilbert cried out, he could swear his knees almost buckled, "oh, baby, ah fuck!" he whined, gripping hard onto his hips for support, throwing his head back as he whined and moaned. In his overly sensitive state of afterglow the touches sent shocks of pleasure up his spine. "God, baby, feels so good..." he whined needily, arching his back.

Ludwig pulled away, nipping down on one firm cheek, tongue darting out to lap at the mark. "That's right baby, you just enjoy." He cooed lovingly, before plunging back into him. He flicked his tongue against the puckered ring, pressing outwards and stretching him, before returning to his sweet spot, swirling his tongue around the small bundle of nerves, rolling and stroking.

"Babe!" Gilbert cried out when the other bit him but it quickly changed into a drawn out mewl of pleasure when his tongue was back in him. He let his body be completely manipulated by the other, shivering and shuddering in absolute ecstasy. "Oh, darling, there, right there..." he moaned loudly, his hips rocking a little on instinct. "I'm so close, Ludwig..." he panted, in this state it was taking him much less time to reach an orgasm.

The words of encouragement spurred him on- particularly being called darling. There was something about it that made Ludwig feel important, cared about. And still, he took his time, teasing and licking, pulling away for only a second. "Babe, you still taste like strawberry." He purred, plunging back in. A groan of eagerness escaped his lips, he loved doing this for the other, hearing his mewls and moans.

"Mmm, oh you tease… Ludwig..." Gilbert whimpered, blushing at the others words but it still sounded like a compliment. God, it turned him on so bad that Ludwig seemed so eager to pleasure him like this. It didn't take very long until he came again, when that tantalising tongue positively abusing his sweet spot like there was no tomorrow.

And still the blonde didn't stop, his fingers moving to stroke over the others balls, adding a little pressure, before gripping his cock gently, stroking slowly, brushing his thumb over the tip as he continued lapping at his walls. He was determined to make Gilbert pass out from pleasure.

"Gott... Ludwig, you're a fucking sadist..." Gilbert whined loudly, leaning his forehead onto Ludwig's thigh and panting hard, obviously absolutely unable to even hold onto any thought for long. There was no filter on his mouth anymore, loud moans and undignified whimpers tumbling freely from his lips, his body putty in the ambassadors hands.

"I could always stop~" He taunted, pressing another nip down, this time to where the others ass met his thighs, sucking the small spot until a dark mark appeared, before returning to his task. His fingers continued stroking his cock, trying to make the other feel as good as Gilbert had taking him.

"Oh, baby, I can't believe I'm asking you this...but slow down!" Gilbert whined with a half laugh, he was honestly afraid that so much pleasure in such short time would render him completely useless for the rest of the night. His chest was heaving and his whole body was shuddering in ecstasy still, he could feel he was going to collapse soon.

Rolling his eyes, an amused laugh escaped his lips, Ludwig moving away and tugging the other to lay on his chest, wrapping his arms around him and kissing his head. "I did warn you I'd make it so you can't move, and I guaranteed to give you more pleasure than you've ever felt, haven't I?" He smirked down at him, nuzzling him gently. "So have I ruined you yet?"

Gilbert just laughed softly, taking a few deep breaths before he could actually answer him. His body was still tingling and though he'd never admit it- he couldn't quite move, too exhausted to do so at the moment. "I...I won't give up this easy," he replied cockily, nuzzling into his chest, "wouldn't it be a complete anti-climax if the night ended here, hm?"

"Mmm, wouldn't it just." He agreed. "I figured I'd let you catch your breath, then fuck you into the shower room. You're on what, your twelfth orgasm after all?" He hummed with a smug grin, stroking over Gilberts back. "How many more can you handle... four? Five? I think we should end with gentle, don't you agree?"

"Yeah, sounds good to me," Gilbert chuckled softly, "I'm pretty sure I can do at least four more, just gimme a minute..." he mumbled, still breathing harder than usual, his eyes drifting shut for a moment. He wasn't sleepy at all but he definitely needed a moment, at the same time though he wasn't just bragging when he said his prowess was legendary. He would keep going until they were both too exhausted to continue.

"You must really like my cock to still not be satisfied huh?" He teased, cradling him close. "Baby, you know we'll eventually need sleep right- meeting tomorrow." He reminded, kissing his nose lovingly. Oh and it was loving, even if he didn't acknowledge it.

"Oh, we'll need sleep eventually, alright, however, you said it yourself- we're not half-assing it," Gilbert smirked, looking up at him, his eyes half-lidded and sultry. "We've gone too far now to stop," he grinned, stroking his fingers along his muscular chest.

"I think we can hit twenty, don't you?" He purred. "Eight more rounds? By then I'll have to carry you tomorrow. I'm willing to do that. So, my darling, what would you like to try?" The blonde questioned, shivering under the gentle touch.

"Eight more rounds? Oh, that is ambitious, I like it," Gilbert smirked, slowly regaining the use of his limbs and even managing to shift up to kiss him hard. "Well, you've promised to take me to the kitchen- but also to the shower, there's plenty of fun we can still have," he hummed against his lips.

Ludwig growled against him, nipping down on the others lip as he kissed back roughly. "I also promised you a nice cock ring, now didn't I?" He hummed out, kissing him again. "Maybe doggystyle? We haven't done that yet, now have we?" He hummed out thoughtfully. "You know, my darling, you really do stretch so wide.. I bet you could take me and that nice vibrator I showed you earlier." He mused, a smirk tugging on his lips.

"Ah yes, all of that sounds absolutely delightful," Gilbert said licking his lips and pushing his hips down against the young ambassadors teasingly. "I want to be thoroughly exhausted by the end of tonight, baby, will you do that for me?" he smirked.

Gripping the others hips, he gave a sharp thrust upwards. "Oh, will I ever. You'll be begging me to slow down so you can catch your breath again, love." He lifted the other up, smirking as he carried him to the kitchen, setting him down on the counter before crouching in front of him. "Spread yourself." He ordered, bringing the others hands to his entrance. "Let me see you baby, show me how wide you can open up." He really did want to make sure that a vibrator and his cock wouldn't break his new lover- he didn't want to actually hurt him.

Gilbert smirked and leaned back against the counter before spreading his legs wide unabashedly. By now he was completely unashamed of showing himself to the other. "Hmm, you want me to stretch myself for you, darling? I can assure you I will stretch far enough, but you will have to take it easy," he purred, teasingly tracing his fingers down and playfully easing three into herself.

"Don't you fret." He chuckled, pressing a kiss to his lips before turning his attention back to those fingers, watching with mesmerized eyes. "I'll go slow, baby, I wouldn't fuck you that much and not be careful." He promised, draping the others leg over his shoulder, pressing hot kisses to his calves and thighs as the other stretched himself out. "Have you ever been double penetrated?" He questioned against the pale skin.

"Ja, so don't you worry, I won't break," Gilbert said with a grin, there was honestly not very much he hadn't done before however he was quite sure if some things he had been indifferent to before- Ludwig would make him love. A soft moan tumbled from his lips as he pushed his fingers further into himself, spreading them out a little, keeping his legs wide open to give Ludwig a good view.

"Fuckin' lovely baby." He praised in a low hum, continuing to nip and suck at his skin. "God, you are gorgeous... that's right baby, push them in deeper. Stretch yourself wider for me honey. Are you excited? Do you want my cock baby?" He questioned, stroking his upper thighs.

"Oh, yes, I am very excited, I missed your cock and it's been less than an hour," Gilbert laughed breathily, stretching himself out more and more, spreading his fingers. "Do you like me stretching myself for you? You definitely seem to be enjoying watching me," he teased, and let another out another, needy, playful moan slip past his lips.

"Can you blame me?" He retorted, that calm smile back on his lips. "A beautiful man so eager for me to take him? Teasing and touching himself on my order? What's not to be enthralled by?" He questioned teasingly. He stood, heading to the other room, grabbing the toy box and returning. He rummaged through, grabbing a sparkling pink cock ring. "Hands away from yourself." He ordered. "Jut your hips out and arch up." The blonde pressed the cock ring between his lips, slowly lowering his lips around the others cock until the ring snapped down to the base of him, tightening slightly.

Gilbert snickered and pushed his hips up for him, looking down at him with wanton eyes. He playfully ruffled his fingers through the younger mans hair as he leaned down. "When you put it that way it definitely sounds logical," he purred, although gasping softly when when he felt the ring tighten around the base of his cock. "Something tells me what I've just experienced will be child's play in comparison to this," he murmured.

"Oh certainly." He agreed with a smirk. "I'd be disappointing my guarantee if I provided any less than mind blowing. Now then. I'm going to enter you first baby. You're going to put your arms around my neck, and tell me how everything feels." He ordered. "If I go too fast or too slow, I need you to tell me. I want you to feel nothing but pleasure, baby." He murmured, before pressing to the others entrance, slamming his cock in in one swift movement. He gave the other a moment, slowly rocking his hips against him, kissing his face.

Gilbert gasped and moaned happily and wrapped his arms tightly around the young ambassadors neck, his nails digging in lightly into the others shoulders. "Oh, fuck yes... like that...mmm, you can go a little faster, I didn't stretch myself for nothing, darling," he moaned, shifting his hips to give him even easier access, taking him in hungrily.

"Thats right honey, you tell me your needs, just like that." He breathed, snapping his hips forwards. "Baby, you sound amazing when you're needy..." He nipped the others neck, slamming his hips forward again. His fingers rummaged to the box, grabbing out the the vibrator and bringing it between them. Sliding the toy around the others entrance, he flicked it on, carefully pressing and proud, the vibrations sending shockwaves through his own length. "Are you ready, Gilbert?" He questioned.

"Yeah, god, so ready, please, babe..." Gilbert gasped, his head lolling to the side. He was fairly confident that he stretched himself well enough for this. He shifted his hips forward eagerly, whining softly but desperately when he heard and felt the vibrator turn on. "Oh, darling, I need this so much..." he coaxed, resting his forearms behind himself on the counter to brace himself.

"I need you to relax for me angel." He murmured into his ear, nibbling the lobe as he began to slowly push the toy inside. He gave the other a moment to adjust, before starting to move. He thrust in in alternating time to the vibrator, making sure the other was being pounded into consistently, before slamming the toy in with himself at once, aiming for his sweet spot. "God baby, you feel fucking incredible." His fingers ran up and down the others cock as he thrust wildly.

Gilbert was extremely thankful for the moment Ludwig gave him to adjust because now he really did feel stretched to the absolute limit and yet the feeling of being so full was incredible and so worth it. "Ah! Jesus fucking Christ! Ludwig!" he cried out as the other began properly slamming into him. His thighs jolted, his back arched and he threw his head back as he moaned needily, his chest heaving with uneven pants. "Fuck! Fucking...oh my god, Ludwig, do that again...oh please, just there, oh god, please, hah...YES!" he whined and cried loudly as the younger man thrust against the sensitive bundle of nerves, the vibrations and the familiar feel of the blonds cock all blurring together into maddening pleasure.

"As you wish." He purred into him, continuing to abuse the others sweet spot, moaning lowly from the vibrations against his cock. "God, Gilbert, darling, baby..." He groaned, one hand continuing to stroke his cock, his free hand brushing lovingly through silver locks, as he coaxed the others face to his own throat, cradling him close as he slammed into him over and over again, fast and hard, yet moving the vibrator excruciatingly slow.

Gilbert pressed feverish kisses to the younger mans neck and held onto him like a life line. He was moaning loudly, even the slightest semblance of shame that he had completely gone, the sounds tumbling from his lips going up in pitch and volume. His hips rocked forward as much as they could, trying to take his cock and the vibrator as deep as he could inside himself eagerly.

"Tell me how it feels baby." He coaxed, giving a particularly rough thrust into him. "Do you want to cum? Do you feel your cock held snugly by the ring?" He cooed, stroking over it. "Come on honey, tell me how you're feeling."

"Ah, you're such a fucking tease, Mr Weillschmidt," Gilbert groaned against his neck, moaning between every other word, it obviously took him effort to form sentences. "Fuck, it feels so good," he hissed in pleasure, his eyes screwed shut as he felt the cock ring push more and more against him, "you know just where to touch me... god, you're so rough with me, I fucking love it..." he breathed, crying out and clutching onto him tighter at another jab at his prostate. "I-I do need to cum... ah, it hurts so good but I need to cum..." he whimpered after several more moments of rough fucking.

"And how do we get what we want, Mister Beilschmidt? Let me hear your manners. Come on baby, ask real nice and maybe I'll let you cum." He cooed, continuing to stroke his cock as he pounded into him, brushing his fingers teasingly over the cock ring. "Ask nice and maybe I'll fill you right up again baby... would you like that? To feel my cum dripping out of you again?" He taunted, giving another rough thrust.

Gilbert groaned in humiliation but looked up at him, panting. "God, please let me cum...jesus christ, please...I've been so good for you, I did everything you ordered, please let me cum..." he begged, whines slipping past his lips at every good thrust at his prostate, "yes...fill me up. Fill me up to the brim, I want you to cum into me...god, I fucking want it..." he moaned out, his hips jolting desperately.

"That's my good boy... of course I'll let you cum." He tipped his face up, capturing his lips in a deep, passionate kiss- hearing the other so openly plead for him was amazing. His fingers slid the cock ring off, giving another thrust. "Come on darling... cum for me. Show me how much you love this, love me taking you." He wound his arms around him, holding him close as he let the other let go.

The thrust was definitely enough to push the albino over the edge. With a strangled cry of the younger mans name he came hard, the delayed orgasm feeling amazing in it's intensity. He tightened around Ludwig's cock and the vibrator, his hips jolting as an aftermath of his orgasm but still acutely aware of the incredible pleasure of being stretched like this.

Ludwig waited until the other had ridden out his orgasm, keeping him close to him and pressing gentle kisses to his face before sliding the vibrator out, leaving his own cock buried inside the other as he carefully lifted him, nuzzling into his hair. "How are you feeling, my love?" He asked softly.

Gilbert still held onto him, eyes shut and panting softly. "Good..." he breathed, "I feel really fucking good..." he breathed, pressing a gentle kiss to his neck to show that he was just fine, feeling so safe and comforted and cared for in the younger mans arms.

He carried him back up to the bedroom, laying back and idly stroking through the others hair. "We're going to take a little break ok?" He said softly. "I don't want to hurt you, and I know that was a lot for your body to take. So I want you to roll onto your tummy and relax for ok?" He cooed, before standing and walking to a drawer. "Shut your eyes, and snuggle into the pillow." He coaxed softly

"Y-yeah, alright..." Gilbert breathed and rolled over on his stomach as he was told, pulling a pillow to himself and burying his face in it, his body was still tingling and he was still visibly panting, not to mention that he was starting to get just a little sore- not enough to put him off sex just yet, that's for sure. He stretched out and relaxed, trying to get his body back under control.

Grabbing a bottle of pretty smelling lotion, Ludwig returned to the older man, sitting beside him on the bed. He poured the cool liquid on the others back, before those same fingers that had driven Gilbert wild began to work, gentle massaging the others back. He didn't want their to be any pain involved in their night, after all, how was he to convince Gilbert to want him as more than a short fling if he hurt him?

Gilbert shivered at first, at the feeling of the cool lotion against his overly hot skin but when he realised what he was doing he groaned softly. "Oh, my. Look at that," he laughed softly against the pillow, "you're so caring, baby. Now I'm sure you spoil me," he mused, humming softly in enjoyment as the others skillful fingers easily made him relax.

"You did say you wanted the full version of the package." He retorted with a wry, adoring smile. "And the full version includes massages to make sure my baby doesn't feel any pain. Whats good making you scream and writhe under me if it hurts you?" He mused, rubbing carefully. "Besides, I was raised a gentleman, and you were clearly raised an angel." The blonde wasn't nearly so formally spoken as when they'd begun- the sheer amount of orgasms was beginning to cloud his head.

"Mm, well I'm not complaining, it feels nice," Gilbert hummed, his breathing eventually evening out. "Still, you must be the first person ever to call me an angel," he chuckled softly, relaxing gladly. He couldn't boast being used to such gentle and considerate treatment but he could definitely get used to it, it felt amazing on his admittedly rather tired body.

"Then you have been dating some real blind jerks." He retorted, pressing a soft kiss to the center of his back as he continued massaging. "You deserve to be cherished. Everyone deserves to be cherished by their lover- the term does after all imply that you feel cared about."

"Ah, well, I definitely can't argue against that motion, darling," Gilbert hummed, smiling softly at the feeling of the kiss, "although I hardly expected you to be this sentimental. It's rather endearing," he laughed softly, looking up at him out of the corner of his eye.

"Very few do." He hummed playfully, continuing to stroke gently over his back. "I pride myself on being an attentive lover." His hands slid up to the others neck, working out the knots as he leaned down to pepper kisses to the back of his head. "What kind of lover would I be if I didn't take care of my partner? I don't believe in absolute casual sex- even my one night stands, I take proper care of. I believe that sex is supposed to be an incredible experience, whether you love your partner or not."

"If you just told me that, I wouldn't believe you, fortunately for me- I know better," Gilbert laughed softly, thoroughly enjoying the younger mans touches. It definitely felt odd, but not half bad and Gilbert knew that if for any reason they wouldn't last he'd miss the incredible balance of sex and care the most.

Ludwigs hand finally stopped their work,, the blonde beginning to pepper sweet kisses across his neck and back, nibbling and sucking gently here and there, until marks covered the others back. His fingers stroked over the others side, the other hand running down over his ass.

Gilbert raised his head a little, straining to catch a glimpse of him. He gladly let the other touch him wherever he wished, he never knew simple touches could feel so good. "I suppose you'll want to do doggy style now, yeah?" he murmured playfully, noting the hand on his ass.

"Is that what you want now? Or shower?" He questioned with a smirk. "Maybe I just enjoy feeling you up baby. You have the prettiest skin... so soft and pale... how could I not love touching you?" Ludwig teased, squeezing his firm ass lightly. "Although I certainly wouldn't object to taking you again."

"Hush, hush, I know I'm beautiful," Gilbert mused playfully, "and I could take another good fuck before a shower- to ensure I'm thoroughly dirty," he smirked, still looking at him over his shoulder flirtatiously.

"Tease." He purred playfully. "Mister Beilschmidt, how absolutely scandalous! You are just an absolute little cockslut for your boss, aren't you?" Ludwig hummed out. "Alright then darling, up on all fours, come on now. I can't very well take you laying down, now can I?" His eyes sparkled with mischief, as he slapped the others ass playfully.

"Can't deny that I am, after all... my boss has such a majestic cock- I just can't get enough," Gilbert mused innocently, the slap leaving a vivid red mark on his ass. He heaved his hips up, keeping his torso flat on the bed and arching his back. He was actually fairly flexible, something he took great pride in. Unashamedly he spread his thighs as far as it would give his body good support and a stable position.

Ludwig moved over him, bracing one hand on the bed, and wrapping the other around Gilberts stomach, pressing into him without much warning. He gripped the others cock, beginning to thrust into him rough and hard. "Do you like that baby?" He cooed. "Look at you, round thirteen and you're still so fucking needy. Do you really like my cock that much?" He purred. "Maybe after this I'll have you blow me since you like it so much."

"Mmm, Mr Weillschmidt, god, I love your cock," Gilbert moaned out, his smug eagerness clear in his voice. He rocked his hips back against the younger man's taking him in to the hilt. "It feels so fucking big and hard in me… god, go harder, make me scream," he whined needily, he really liked this position, he felt it gave them a good angle and he'd be lying if he said he didn't find it hot.

Ludwig certainly wasn't one to refuse such a tantalizing request. Gripping the others hips hard enough to bruise, he began slamming into him greedily, dragging Gilberts body back roughly with every thrust. His hands moved to Gilberts cock, tugging and stroking roughly as he slammed into him, claiming him completely. "Fuck baby, scream for me." He ordered. "Nice and loud."

Gilbert had already been whimpering in pleasure but when the young ambassador got rougher still with him he could've just cum there and then, but he held off his orgasm wanting to give the other what he wanted first. "Nngh… Ludwig, oh god… oh god… yes, yes, there...YES!" he moaned loudly as his sweet spot was finally struck. "Oh, keep going, baby, mmm, fuck me hard!" he cried out, his body jolting with every single hard thrust.

Snapping his hips forward, the blonde claimed him even more thoroughly- God after this would there be any doubt that Gilbert was his alone? "That's right baby..." He growled lowly, possessively in his ear. "Mine... all mine. Your body feels.. nghhh... so fucking good around me." He continued to snap his hips into him "My sweet little cockslut... only mine." There was that pounding in his chest again, the ache to be all Gilbert needed driving him on to take him harder, to press in deeper, teasingly rolling his hips.

"Yeah, yours...just yours, Ludwig...oh fuck..." he whimpered loudly, burying his face in his pillow, "your cock is so fucking a-amazing...ngh, keep going like that... ah hah… f-faster..." he panted out, his body shuddering in ecstasy under Ludwig's touch. He wasn't thinking about what he was saying, drunk on the feeling of the other deep inside of him.

Ludwig continued to pound into him, completely lost in the feeling, in the hot tightness of the older mans body, leaning down to nip and nibble at his back as he fucked him. "Cum for me." He ordered hotly. "Scream so loud for me the neighbours pound on my door." To coax the other into doing as he said, the young ambassador pulled his hips back so only the tip remained, before slamming back into him full force.

Gilbert didn't even need the order to do as he was told, the feeling of the other slamming into his tore a loud cry from his throat followed by another no less loud moan of the young ambassadors name. He came hard onto the covers with a whimper, only Ludwig's hand on his hips preventing them from collapsing. He could swear he was seeing stars.

"Don't get too comfortable yet, baby. I'm not done with you yet." He growled lowly. The German pulled out for only a moment, rolling the other onto his back before slamming into him once more, going painfully slow, rolling his hips against the other teasingly. "I'm going to take you like this... And then against the wall... And then in the shower." He informed him calmly, smirking as his fingers brushed over the others stomach. "You know, it wouldn't honestly surprise me if managed to break all rules of nature and end up knocked up anyhow, Mister Beilschmidt, just for the sheer amount of my cum you have in you." He paused, thoughtful even as he slammed back into him. "I'm not entirely sure I'd mind." He decided, giving another little rub to the soft flat skin. "Seeing you swollen and knowing why- you'd be lovely I'm sure." He teased.

Gilbert moaned and wrapped his legs loosely around the larger man's waist. Despite his body still tingling with the afterglow he eagerly raised his hips up to him, wanting him deep inside again. "Don't be an idiot," he breathed with a soft laugh, "anything to come out of my non-existent womb would be an absolute nightmare, not to mention the child support fees I'd present you with would be sky high," he retorted, whimpering and mewling at the slow but deliberate thrusts.

"Ahhh but then I suppose I'd just have to have you and the little one move in here where I could spoil you both, wouldn't I?" He retorted cockily, giving a pointed, rough, deliberate thrust before continuing the slow pace. He leaned down, kissing Gilberts jaw. "Arms around my neck." He breathed. "Come on baby, I need you to hold on tight."

"You'd try to get rid of us in less than a week," Gilbert laughed breathlessly before latching onto him tightly, his fingers tracing several scabs on Ludwig's back from earlier. He also tightened the grip of his legs on the other man's waist, pulling him in close with a whining groan.

"Like hell I would." He growled out seriously as he began fucking him hard once more. "If I ever did have a lover become pregnant with my child, I would be thoroughly delighted. I love kids, another thing few expect of me." He retorted, stroking through silver locks. "I'd have them move here where I could care for them, it does feel far too big and lonely sometimes."

"Then it's a real shame that I do lack a uterus. Otherwise I could've become your cute little housewife, raising our little demon in this massive house. Perhaps I'd learn to cook but more likely we'd just have beer and sausages every night. We'd have to cut down on having loud sex though all around the house, and that would be a shame really," he mused, groaning indulgently as the other pounded into him.

"We could always get a surrogate if we truly wished." He mused thoughtfully, unsure of where the words were tumbling from- this wasn't something he had discussed with anyone else before, keeping purely in his head. He snapped his hips forward again, twining his fingers with Gilberts and brushing them over the back of his hands lightly. "Or talk to a doctor to see what the best options would be. And of course- we would soundproof the bedroom and the bathroom. Perhaps then we'd have to get more creative; I could take you in my office on that lovely desk of mine that is in entirely too pristine condition." Ludwig suggested with a purr, slamming in harder still.

"Ah… hah, yeah. Soundproofing should theoretically do the trick… or you could always gag me," Gilbert pointed out playfully, pushing his hips up to take Ludwig in as deeply as he could. He wasn't too sure why they would be discussing this but... it was entertaining, and though he wouldn't admit it but it pulled a chord somewhere within him, causing him to squeeze Ludwig's hand harder.

"Mm, I could do that anyways." He reminded, lifting the fingers to kiss each knuckle, the tenderness a stark contrast to those hips that so fiercely pressed forward, slamming into him and taking him deeper and deeper. "Or for the first few years- we could simply turn the guest room into a nursery and sound proof that." He mused thoughtfully, nipping the fingers at his lips gently. His free hand stroked through Gilberts hair, as he pressed down sweet kisses.

"Fair enough," Gilbert laughed breathlessly through a moan, tightening slightly around Ludwig as he felt himself draw near to another orgasm already, "that would give us the rest of the house to play in," he breathed, the soft kisses that he was receiving making him positively melt.

"Exactly." He smirked, pressing the others palm to his lips, tongue darting out to run over the smooth pale skin, flicking up to slide around his fingers teasingly. "And as long as we waited until the little one was asleep... we'd be in the clear."

"When the kid is older though...we'd need locks on every door- because whatever we do will definitely scar them for the rest of their life if they walk in," he snickered, leaning up and stealing a kiss from his lips indulgently, "mmm, go harder, baby, please..." he breathed against his lips.

"We really would." He agreed with a smirk, kissing him back and pulling him closer, beginning to slam in even harder. "Come on baby... let go for me honey. Let me feel you tighten around me, and I'll fill you right back up." Ludwig purred, giving another rough snap of his hips. "We definitely don't want the little one to see daddy fucking mommy." He teased. He wasn't even sure how they got onto this topic- but fuck it sounded more amazing than he'd care to admit. Even the thought of Gilbert pregnant with his child filled him with a delightful warmth. Surely with his money, they'd be able to find some kind of treatment or process. How did Gilbert make him get so attached so fast? It'd only been a few hours since they'd even met, and now, he simply never wanted to let him go.

"Too bad my father would never see me become a mother, huh?" Gilbert laughed breathlessly before his laughter was interrupted by a moan of ecstasy as his sweet spot was hit once again, his legs gripped harder around the younger man's waist and pulled him close as he couldn't hold his orgasm back any longer and came, tightening as much as he could around Ludwig, his nails digging into his shoulders again.

Ludwig groaned hotly, capturing the others lips and swallowing his cries as he came once more, filling the other up to the brim. He held him close, kissing his face sweetly, lovingly. "God, you're beautiful. Fucking gorgeous, baby." Large gentle fingers stroked sweetly through silver locks, staying buried inside the other and rocking slightly. "Mmm, but you would be a lovely mommy darling." He teased, rubbing over his stomach once more.

"Mhm, I know, I know," Gilbert mused, relaxing under his gentle touches, closing his eyes in pure bliss as he felt the other rock within him, once again feeling the hot seed fill him. "You wouldn't be that bad a father, baby, now that I think about it," he hummed, rubbing his hands over the younger man's strong, broad shoulders and neck, lightly scratching at his scalp occasionally.

"I think any little one you had would be a very pretty child." He decided, rocking the other in his arms, groaning quietly under the fingers."Please keep doing that." He pleaded breathlessly. Blue eyes softened, as he kissed his head gently. "I'd certainly try. I adore little ones, and this house truly is far too large. But we'd certainly have to make sure the little one knew we loved it... that we never became too busy."

"Well, one of us would have to take maternity leave anyway, and something tells me it'd be me since I hate my job in the first place," Gilbert asserted, tangling both hands in his lovers hair and playing with his hair gently, massaging, rubbing and scratching at his scalp gently. He leaned up, pressing soft kisses all over the others face in thanks for being held so close. He really couldn't describe the feeling even if he tried- but it was amazing.

"Baby..." He breathed, rocking his hips against him gently once more. "You're just... so perfect." He murmured, capturing his lips in a sweet tender kiss, moaning lowly against the fingers. "Mmmm, you would definitely take it... but I could take the little one to work with me as well." He reminded, nuzzling into him lovingly.

"Mmhm, we'd work it out..." he murmured, stroking his hair happily, breathing softly against his ear. "But what the hell, we can talk about this all we want, you still can't actually get me pregnant," he murmured, trying to not let his disappointment seep into his voice. He never noted any particular parental...or rather maternal instincts in himself but the fact that he couldn't think of anyway he could realistically conceive depressed him quite a bit.

"If we really wished it... what would be the harm in looking into it?" He purred, laying the other back and peppering soft kisses to his flat tummy and chest. "I've heard there is experiments... and I have enough money of course that that would be no issue..." He flushed red, glancing up at the other almost shyly. "If you wanted that of course.." He nipped down on the soft skin tenderly, tongue darting out to lavish the little wound. Where was this coming from? Why the sudden urge to keep this man of all people close, and never let him go? To see him swollen with his child, even if it took medical aid? He wanted Gilbert to stay, here with him, and that was terrifying. It had only been hours. People did not- no, he did not- get attached this easily!

Gilbert was silent for a moment, just contemplatively stroking the young ambassadors hair. "No, we could definitely look into it… but let me get this straight, you actually want me to carry your child? Correct me if I'm wrong but that is legitimate fucking commitment, and...and are you sure you want to tie yourself to me like that? Because I already told you- if you end up kicking me and the kid out I am getting so much child support out of you. So are you absolutely sure that you want to… start a family with me?" he asked, chewing on his bottom lip, he didn't want to admit it but this was making him nervous, he actually just acknowledged the full gravity of the situation, "not to mention the press will be all over that..."

Ludwig sat up then, stabbing his fingers through his hair and nibbling at his own lip, face thoughtful. "I... I think that's what I'm asking, yes. I don't know... it's.. terrifying. I don't get attached. I never get attached because my lovers want me until they find their forever person, and I'm never in consideration for that role, just a good fuck. But you..." He smiled down at him, stroking over his cheek gingerly. "You're so different... it's only been hours. Hours and yet I want to hold you and never let you go, to keep you here with me. To wake up and see you beside me. That's terrifying." The young ambassador sighed, tugging at his hair idly. "I don't know why you make me feel so strange. But I feel possessive- I want you to be only mine, and I have to admit the idea of your stomach swollen with our child makes me more pleased than I care to admit." Ludwig confessed. "And we do both need an heir in the end- it's not like either of us are exactly pursuing women, now are we?"

"Nope, I'm definitely too gay to get anyone pregnant myself," Gilbert agreed, rubbing his hands together in thought. When he thought about it, it was actually almost terrifying- after all, with the money they had maybe it wasn't so unrealistic that they'd find a way to get him pregnant and calling that a new experience would be a massive understatement, but Gilbert realised that he wanted it, and he wanted it badly. He also realised that he badly wanted the man offering him this, he wasn't really in love- not yet at least, but he definitely found deep-rooted affection for the young ambassador. "We could do this," he said finally, "but I'll give you my proper consent in the morning- just in case you fucked my brains out after all," he snickered, in reality he just wanted to let the idea settle.

Ludwig snorted, leaning down to capture his lips once more. "Deal. We're not done yet anyhow, are we?" He purred, grinding his hips back into the other letting his cock tease the tight passage once more. He hoisted him into his arms, giving a small arch upwards. "Baby, I can't get enough of you." He groaned lowly, finally pulling away. "What would you like now, darling?" He purred in his ear. "I can take you again. We can have a shower. You can take me. I can blow you. Anything you want~" He wasn't tired yet, although he was getting a little bit sleepy.

"Mmm, let's go hit the showers. We can figure out what we're doing in there, but I know for sure I want to suck that beautiful cock of yours at least once more before we're done," Gilbert hummed, peppering kisses all over the younger mans face and jaw and moaning happily when he felt his cock fill him again- even if only to tease.

Ludwig groaned in anticipation, giving another quick thrust upwards, even as he picked him up carrying him to the bathroom, never letting him go. Fuck, just the thought of that hot mouth around his cock was already getting him hot and bothered again. Finally he pulled away, running the water hot and tugging his new lover in, pressing him to the wall and kissing him greedily. Kissing Gilbert- it was absolutely intoxicating.

Gilbert whined in pleasure and kissed him back with just as much enthusiasm. It was quickly turning to tongue and teeth as the hot water cascaded down all around them, making their bodies slick and slippery. The albino tangled his fingers in the back of the younger man's hair and tugged not so gently, pulling him in as close as he could. He noted, not without a smug sense of satisfaction, that the young ambassador was getting hard inside him again.

"Fuck, do it again!" He hissed at the tug to his hair, bliss washing through him once more- how did Gilbert always know just how to tease that spot that drove him wild. "What do you want, baby? Come on, tell me what you want me to do to you." His lips moved to the others throat, sucking and kissing and biting, teeth and tongue teasing the pale skin.

Gilbert leaned his head back to give him better access to his neck gladly. "Oh, so many things, darling,"he laughed breathlessly, tugging at his hair again teasingly before leaning down to lick and nip at his earlobe, his breath tickling against the shell of the younger man's ear. "First, I want you to fuck me nice and hard into this wall. Fuck me until I'm finally sore, baby, slap my ass and completely crush me with your hips. While you do that, talk to me real dirty, say things so unseemly that I can expect the gates of hell to open and my father to emerge in a pillar of flames," he purred, kissing just under his ear, "and after that, let me down and let me suck that massive cock, don't be afraid to push my head down, pull my hair or fuck my mouth. We're going for the finish line, this is where I want you to go all out, even harder than you did before."

Ludwig certainly did not need to be told twice. He slammed the other into the wall and began fucking him with wild abandon. The blonde held nothing back, slamming his cock into the other, sending Gilbert hurtling into the wall over and over again. "Do you like that baby?" He growled in his ear, pulling out to the tip and slamming back in. "I'm not even sure I should fuck you proper, my sweet little cumslut, maybe I should just jack off inside that cute little ass of yours, wouldn't that be just mean of me?" His lips moved to the others throat, biting and sucking as he continued to move with no restraint. "Ahh but you'd still like it. Maybe I should take pictures of how sexy you look, baby, your face lusty with need, and my cum dripping down your thighs, just so you can see what a pretty little slut you are for your bosses cock. Would you like that darling?" He mocked, slamming into him again.

A pleased look passed over Gilbert's face but that was before that cock began absolutely ravaging him. His cheeks flushed and his pupils dilated to easily twice their size, a loud yelp ripping from his throat. "Y-YES! SHIT-FUCK- YES!.. ngghh… Mr Weillschmidt... ah, fuck! I am your slut, do whatever you fucking want to me, oh damn, you're so big… aah, fuck me… oh god, oh god, oh god, yes, Mr Weillschmidt," he moaned loudly, his voice edging on a scream as his body hit back against the wall with every vicious thrust. He was panting with an open mouth, his eyes wide, and there were no filters on what he was saying, his voice a stark contrast to how calm and mocking Ludwig still seemed.

The blondes hands slid down, nails running along the others ass, before gripping his cock, giving a rough tug as he continued to fuck him hard. "Mine only!" He hissed lowly. "You're my little slut, and I'm yours. No one else's. Tell me Gilbert. Tell me who you fucking belong to, scream it for me. " He ordered. "Feel me baby? Taking you harder, stretching you wider…" This was said as his fingers plunged in with his cock, stroking and teasing, and curling the digits inside of him as he angled to completely decimate the others sweet spot. His fingers slammed into him faster and faster, head dipping to nip and suck roughly at the others collarbone until small beads of blood escaped, a hot tongue lapping it up, leaving a dark mark that couldn't be mistaken.

Gilbert's whole body was completely consumed by pleasure to the point where he wasn't even sure where the intoxicating feeling was coming from. His limbs felt numb but he clutched onto the younger man with blind passion. "LUDWIG!" he cried out, "L-LUDWIG! Oh, jesus... " he whimpered when he felt himself being stretched even wider as his fingers were in him too now and he could feel the burning on his collarbone and it all felt so incredibly amazing that he was almost afraid he'd pass out.

"I said tell me!" He ordered in a loud growl. "Who do you belong to, Gilbert, my sweet little whore!? Do you like that, my cock completely destroying you, ruining you for everyone else? No one else will ever be able to please you, darling, I'm going to take you so hard that if you're with anyone else, it's my name you scream, me you ache for in desperation!" He swore in a low tone, continuing to slam into him, harder and harder still. "You aren't going to cum until I damn well tell you. Understand me?" He hissed, fingers gripping the base of his cock and squeezing lightly.

"M-master..." Gilbert whimpered desperately, clutching onto him for his life, "I'm your whore, Ludwig! Just yours! No one will ever be able to really pleasure me again, i-it's only your cock I crave..." he moaned loudly, his thighs shaking and tremors of ecstasy shaking his body. There was something so incredibly hot about the low, predatory voice the young ambassador spoke to him in, it made him submit completely.

"That's right, only mine!" Ludwig hissed, biting and suckling at the others skin, every inch he could reach as he fucked him. "Cum for me. Now baby, you're going to cum in my hands, understand me?" He ordered in a husky purr, giving another rough tug to his cock, slamming into his sweet spot hard enough to make the elder see stars.

"Y-yes!" Gilbert cried out, and came hard on order, his head lolling back against the tile wall. His body went lax after his hips stuttered through the orgasm, undecipherable whimpers and moans tumbling past his lips in a torrent as he panted and stared at the young ambassador with wide, unseeing and unfocused eyes.

Ludwig wore a calm smirk on his lips, eyes hazy. "Drop baby." He hummed out mockingly. "You aren't done yet." He sat him down, moving to press his own back against the shower wall. "Come on Gilbert, you like your bosses cock so much, come suck it." The blonde ordered teasingly.

"Yes, Mr Weillschmidt," he whispered hoarsely and eagerly got on his knees in front of the younger man, eagerly pressing kisses and licks up his inner thighs before licking enthusiastically at his balls, sucking and nipping at the soft skin. His crimson eyes stayed focused on his boss' blue ones, a hungry needy glint in them. After thoroughly paying attention to his balls he moved up to hungrily kiss at his cock, moaning in enjoyment and enthusiasm.

Ludwig let out a low groan, fingers roughly tangling in the others hair, pulling greedily. "That's right baby, come on now, don't fucking tease. Suck it!" He hissed, tugging the others mouth towards his cock, gripping the shaft and brushing the head over the albinos lips, coaxing him into opening up.

Gilbert whined hungrily and lapped up the pre-cum with obvious delight before opening his mouth wide, knowing that the blond would thrust in. He loved the dominant, vicious way in which the young ambassador was treating him, it was the biggest turn on for him, especially right now, he loved all sex that Ludwig had offered him so far but this really made him weak in the knees.

Ludwig smirked, slamming his hips forward into the others mouth, face fucking him roughly. He wound his fingers tighter in silver locks, tugging roughly to angle the others head so his cock rammed straight down the others throat. "That's right, Gilbert..." He groaned out, tipping his head back as he continued the rough movements. "Your mouth feels so fucking hot baby, swallow. Show me how much you want your bosses cock, how good you are at something other than talking with that hot little mouth of yours." He taunted.

Gilbert moaned and took him down his throat greedily, although gagging a little around him at first. He raised one hand to cup the blonds balls and squeeze and massage them desperately as the other fucked his face so roughly. He kept his eyes up keenly, his submission and his want obvious in his gaze as he began to swallow hard around him.

"Nghh... fuck Gilbert!" He cried out, his hips never stopping their rough movements. "That's right, Mister Beilschmidt, you take your bosses cock right down your throat, what a good little cockslut you are baby. Keep that up, and maybe I'll reward you with a drink." He cooed, eyes amused at the others neediness.

The blond crying out was the best compliment Gilbert could've hoped for. He started sucking and swallowing harder, rubbing greedily at the young ambassadors balls. He wanted to taste him so bad now and he was pretty sure it showed.

"Gilbert!" He gasped, giving one last thrust before cumming hard in the others mouth, filling him with his seed as he gave a rough tug to his hair once more. Fuck. That was absolutely amazing. He pulled out slowly, almost reluctantly, groaning as he dropped to his knees, hugging Gilbert tight and smothering him in kisses. "Precious, baby you're so precious, fuck fuck that was amazing."

Gilbert was panting hard, hacking slightly as a few drops of Ludwig's cum spilled past his lips, trailing down his chin and dripping onto his thighs. "Yeah... god... that was...jesus, it was mind-blowing," he murmured, clinging onto him desperately.

Pressing hot kisses to his face and throat, Ludwig grabbed the wash cloth and began to tenderly wash the other, running the soft fabric over the numerous bruises and kissing each in it's path. This man- this beautiful beautiful man had somehow wormed his way into Ludwigs consciousness. There was absolutely no way he'd ever let him go, not now. When he was done washing him, his fingers moved to the others ass, gently cleaning out all his leftover cum before lifting him up and carrying him to bed, kissing him as deeply and as passionately as he possibly could.

Gilbert honestly felt really weak right now, which just meant that Ludwig had done his job really well and the albino was completely, thoroughly satisfied for once. He was enjoying the aftercare though, it felt incredible, he returned all his kisses although they definitely felt weaker and even more complacent even if no less enthusiastic.

Ludwig lay on the bed beside him, stroking idly through the others hair. "How are you feeling?" He asked softly, stroking down his back. The young ambassador tugged a blanket over them, his fingers moving to brush gently through silver hair as he adjusted them so Gilbert was laying on his chest. "Are you happy?" He asked softly. "Did I live up to my guarantee?"

"God, yeah, I expected a lot out of you, baby, but this transcends my expectations," Gilbert chuckled softly, nuzzling against his muscular chest a little. "God, okay, I am sore now," he murmured with a soft laugh, stretching out his aching limbs and pressing close to the larger man's side. He was thoroughly exhausted by now.

Ludwig snorted quietly, stroking through his hair, yawning quietly. "Does that mean you're finally ready to go to sleep, baby?" He questioned, voice amused as he cradled him to his chest lovingly. "Because we do have meetings tomorrow, love."

"Yeah, just one more thing before I do," he hummed, his eyes already fluttering closed. "You promised to tell me what happened in Spain, remember?" he murmured, figuring he might just as well ask about it now as he was, for better or for worse, very curious.

"Ahhhh, so I did." He agreed with a chuckle. "Well- Spain was very eventful. I had a Spanish lover at that time, so of course it was pleasant to be able to attend a Gala in his home. His name was Antonio, a few years older than me, although less than the rest of course. He was... very fiery. All passion, all hands and teeth and fire. But- he was a bit of an ass too. He got pissed off at me at the Gala for speaking to the other delegates, accused me of cheating, and I ended the night with champagne thrown in my face."

"Heh, nice," he laughed softly, tracing lazy circles on the Germans chest, "I'll make sure to smash a bottle over your head or something at the Gala, I won't be outdone by a Spaniard." he teased, pressing a gentle kiss to his sternum.

"Honestly, I much prefer you darling." He paused, letting out a low hum of delight at the kiss. "You're rather unlike anyone I've ever met. You can somehow manage to match all of my moods and desires rather seamlessly, and you seem to have gotten me rather hooked already." He confessed. "Not to mention, you care just as much for how I feel as for how you do. That's rather unheard of in my lovers. Not to mention, you are easily the most handsome man to have grace my bed." A devious smile tugged at his lips. "I may just have to keep you around."

"How sweet of you," Gilbert hummed, rubbing his hand over the young ambassadors chest and stomach, "I guess I'll hang around then since you're so taken with me, darling. I do enjoy your company also, and that is your company and not just the company of your cock, although that is very pleasant as well so perhaps I don't mind seeing you outside working hours," he murmured playfully.

"If you can resist jumping my very delectable bones in the office of course." He agreed with a hum, nuzzling him lovingly. "I'm amazed your father didn't really come back to scold us. Hell- I'm surprised my father didn't come back and scold me for giving up control." Ludwig mused, shifting the other closer. "You should sleep now darling. We've a long day tomorrow, and we have to further discuss the topic of an heir in the morning." He reminded gently.

"Mm, I'm sure my father will visit me in my dreams," he chuckled softly, and tangled their legs together, holding onto the blond. "And yeah, heir, that talk," he yawned, not really bothering to string sentences together. "Mm, goodnight, Ludwig," he murmured sleepily, already hardly conscious with the need to sleep. He was exhausted, but very much satisfied.

"Night baby." Ludwig murmured softly, stroking through his hair as he himself drifted off to sleep, cradling Gilbert close.