Feliciano had a gift: despite being absolutely useless in daily life, he was flexible as hell. He could turn his body into anything, and for that, Ludwig was so grateful.
Because, you see, Ludwig had a kink: being able to handle his lovers, in the sense of lifting them, turning them around or into a ball, or making them adopt impossible body postures.
Him being strong, Feliciano being light and ever so flexible, good quality bed time was granted. Now if their brothers would stop interrupting...
[...]
Feli crawled into the bed that night with a misterious aura around him. Drawing Ludwig closer and circling his waist with his impossibly long legs he smiled
"Ludwig, vee~ Listen~" he moved to his ear "I've had an idea, vee~"
Whispering a few sentences, he smiled, and Ludwig smirked and then kissed the boy
"Okay, let's do that"
[...]
That night, Gilbert came home drunk, Romano barely supporting him. He mumbled a few things, but didn't bother in swearing, after all, Gilbert was too drunk to remember in the morning. He went upstairs with the albino, as he remembered his brother was supposed to be here with Germany too. He frowned. He didn't particularly like the idea.
He had walked into them a few times, but they hadn't been really doing anything, barely holding hands or embracing, and he wasn't sure if they had actually done the thing yet. And, to be honest, he wasn't sure he wanted to know.
But that night, tired as he was, he decided to check on his little bother just to be safe, one could never trust the Beilschmidt brothers and Gilbert had just proved that.
Quietly, almost suffocating Gilbert as he covered his mouth and nose to stop him from making noise, he opened Germany's door.
The sight left him speechless.
Ludwig was sprawled in his bed, one knee up the other down, holding in his arms... Feliciano. Feli was upside down, his head resting on Ludwig's right arm, barely touching it with his fingertips. He was blushing, his mouth parted in tiny sensual pants, mostly going over Ludwig's name again and again or simply moaning softly. His legs were lifted by Germany's other arm, bringing them closer to his lips, as he tantalizingly slow made his way throught them with his lips, teasing the Italian, who was left to barely moan or plead for further contact.
The whole scene screamed "sex", ever so agonizingly slow and passionate sex, that Romano couldn't help the tiniest of gasps escaping his lips before closing the door again and dragging Gilbert to his own room, finally releasing his iron grasp on his mouth. The albino took a deep intake of air before looking at the Italian. He licked his lips.
"Now, Roma~ I diiidn't peg you for a voyeurrr~" his words were slurred, as he sloppily made his way trough Lovino's arms. He whimpered
"S-stop, idiot, you're drunk... S-stop!" but he had no will. Contrary to his brother, Prussia lose no time in leaving Lovino naked.
In fact... Lovino didn't even notice at all about that.
[...]
"Ludwig~"
"Was, Feli..."
"Do you think they saw us? I saw my brother on the door for a moment there but I'm not sure if it was for real..." Germany sighed and hugged the Italian closer to him, nuzzing his neck for a second
"Who cares... We'll find out tomorrow, okay?" he yawned "Good night Feli..."
"Nightie, Germany. I love you" the blonde smiled
"I love you too, Italy..."
Was: what (german)
I don't know how many words does this have but I'm betting this is the shortest thing I've ever written (?)
I like it though. Even though I don't really ship Prumano, it just came out like that XD
Hope you liked it!
Isacullen-Timeguardian
