Blank Space

by Ashesofthesoul

Ludwig is a young ambassador trying to keep a low profile after his last scandal. Gilbert is a man simply trying to uphold the reputation of his fathers business. Unfortunately, best behaviour isn't a word either knows. (Germancest, human au. Warnings: Not exactly pwp, but the first chapter is pretty...err... rich in it. Medical mpreg later on (means like in Junior) ))

2. Chapter 2

In the morning, Ludwig awoke bright and early, leaning down to kiss his lovers head before slipping out of bed quietly and to the kitchen. The least he could do, knowing his Gilbert darling was going to wake up sore, was treat him to a nice breakfast in bed. The blonde got to work, cooking up eggs, pancakes, and sausages, pouring the other some orange juice before heading to the counter to grab a rose from the bouquet the embassy had sent him. Ludwig shoved it in a smaller vase before positioning it on the tray with the food and heading back upstairs. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he gently nudged Gilbert awake, dipping his head to capture the others lips in a soft kiss. "Morning beautiful." He murmured softly, stroking through his hair. "It's time to wake up, love, I made you breakfast." That in itself was unheard of- never did his lovers stay the night, and if they did, it was just to leave before he awoke in the morning.

Gilbert was not exactly a gift in the morning, especially when he was sore all over but he woke up with minimal grumbling and protesting, rubbing his eyes. "Morning, baby," he yawned, draping his arms around the young ambassadors neck and resting his forehead against his shoulder for a few moments still unwilling to properly wake up, he almost fell asleep again really though the smell of breakfast vaguely interested him.

"Come on baby, it's time to wake up." He coaxed. "Your breakfast is going to get cold, love and then it won't be very tasty." Pausing, he switched tactics, continuing to stroke through his hair. "...If you wake up, I will literally blow you under the table at the meeting." He decided calmly, blue eyes continuing to look at the silver haired man

Gilbert groaned and nuzzled his neck. "I know you, you idiot, you'll blow me under the table anyway, or I'll blow you under the table, but either way someone is going to pleasure someone because there is no way the meeting hours will be sexless," he asserted, nuzzling against his shoulder and still stubbornly not showing any signs of wakefulness.

Ludwig snorted in spite of himself, a low rumbling laughter escaping his chest. "You really are something else. Of course, there's always the game too." He hummed out thoughtful, tipping Gilberts chin up to capture his lips in a soul searing kiss. "Come on now darling. It really is time to wake up." He coaxed, kissing him again and again. He sat the food in front of the other, moving to hold him close. "So…" He began calmly. "You still interested in having my baby?"

Gilbert sighed and yawned, cracking his eyes open, leaning against the younger man's larger frame. He hummed at the mention of a baby. He knew he shouldn't be anywhere near as eager as he was for this- since they still hadn't established if it was possible at all- but legitimately wanted to… carry a child. Ludwig's child. He knew it was probably absolutely bat-shit crazy but he nodded. "Yeah, I think I am." he murmured.

"I'm very glad to hear that." He hummed out softly, peppering kisses to Gilbert's face. "I know a very good doctor for things like that. I'll set up an appointment for this afternoon after our meeting, yes? You'd be gorgeous." He sighed out softly, heading dipping to gently kiss the others stomach.
Gilbert laughed softly and ruffled the others hair as he dipped down. "Yeah, yeah. I still don't get how you're expecting this to actually work- but even if it does, I warned you, anything that grows inside of me will most likely be a monster," he teased, stroking his fingers through his hair.

"Perhaps. But it will be our little monster." He shot back with a smile. "I really don't know how you've gotten me so hooked so fast. But God, I really do want that darling, to see you pregnant with our child, to have you here with me always. I don't... Know how to explain it. It terrifies me, but I want you here so bad."

"Ah, you're too good to me," Gilbert laughed softly and leaned up, kissing him gently. "I'm not too sure how it got from you fucking me over any surface we could reach to you wanting a family with me but I don't think I mind. You fascinate me, Mr Weillschmidt."

Ludwig smiled wryly in spite of himself, kissing his lovers head once more. "I am an interesting subject." He agreed with a small laugh. "Perhaps it's because you yourself are very interesting. For one, you're definitely the first one to be able to keep up in the bedroom and not whine that my expectations are too high. Not to mention, you seem to have taken well to both my roughness, and my gentleness, adjusting and matching both. You're handsome, funny, your retorts are like something out of my own head. What isn't to like?" He questioned.

"Mm, that definitely sounds logical," Gilbert agreed, wrapping his arms around the German's neck and pulling him close, peppering kisses over his neck and jaw. "We could make this work, I suppose," he mused against his skin, "not to mention that you have a body to die for, I certainly want to hang around."

A low rumbling laugh escaped his lips, eyes holding amusement with the other. "I'm so very glad you approve of it, darling." He purred, pressing a kiss down to the others head. "Now then- I definitely think we should play a game to make the meeting more interesting, don't you agree?" He hummed out thoughtfully. "You can pick a toy for me, and I'll pick one for you. Preferably one of the remote vibrators. You get my remote, I get yours. We see who can go the whole day without begging for sex. Winner fucks the loser."

"I'm pretty sure I already lost that but I'll take up the challenge," Gilbert laughed and ruffled the blonds hair. "I just hope I don't have to sit next to you at the meeting, you're horribly distracting and an awful influence on me," he mused innocently, looking down at himself and studying the dark bruises over his chest and thighs, in case of his collarbones completed with scabs and teeth marks as well.

"Absolutely awful." He agreed. "It'd be far less conspicuous if I'm not right next to you. Because I still plan on blowing you baby." The blonde purred, grinning down at the other. "Of course, you're going to have to be very very quiet. Can't give away that I'm sucking your cock, now can you? Then others will see what a good little cocksucker I am and get jealous. Can't have that, now can we?"

"Oh no, of course not, professionalism is so important, I'm sure you understand. Besides, until I am your little housewife- I'm still the face of my company, and it would be very unfortunate if I got caught in such an unsavoury situation, it's already a problem enough that I let you mark me and fuck me the whole night through after only knowing you for a couple of hours," he mused playfully, letting go of him and reclining back into the pillows.

"Yes, that was terribly unprofessional of you, Mister Beilschmidt, letting me fuck you until you couldn't stand. An absolute scandal, I'm sure." He teased, leaning down to kiss one of his dark marks he'd left. "And of course- all these delightful marks are incredibly problematic as well... I do believe I put them just high enough that your suit won't quite cover... can you imagine the questions you're going to get?" He hummed out with a wicked grin. "That's why it's absolutely of the most importance that when I start sucking that delicious cock of yours, you stay very quiet. Do you think you can maintain professionalism with my mouth around you, teasing and sucking and licking?" He questioned calmly.

"Trust me, my love, with my reputation on the line I will take it like a martyr," Gilbert murmured cockily, "and yet as you rightly pointed out the marks are a problem- it's not like you're off the hook with those either, your neck and jaw are looking rather colourful also- it won't take a genius to make the connection, seeing as this is a normal occurrence for you anyway, if the tabloids are anything to go by," he snickered.

"I assure you my co-workers won't be improper enough to point it out." He hummed with a grin. "If anything they'll just be incredibly jealous that it's not them who got the treatment you received last night. After all, I am terribly bad for causing chaos in the workplace. You might receive a few jealous looks, my darling, so be braced for that." Ludwig warned with a snicker. "But no one will say anything, I believe. And my poor Uncle will simply look on in absolute horror and question why I always go for spots that can't be covered. I dare say he'll be surprised to see marks on me though- scarcely do my lovers mark me, they usually aren't possessive enough."

"Ah, then I guess they'll have to find out that I'm easily possessive enough," Gilbert hummed with a small smirk, stretching out in bed again blissfully, though now rested his body was still sore in more places than one. "But, as this business undergoes, I do worry that you might've just compromised my image to simply 'your whore' while I would've preferred to be taken seriously, like my father always was."

"I do believe it's quite the other way around, my love." Ludwig pointed out. "Who is the whore when I plan on literally compromising my image at a meeting? You hold the cards here, Mister Beilschmidt, my lovers always do. I'm merely here to please." He hummed out, a smile tugging at his lips. "Hold yourself with confidence. If anyone looks at the marks, or gives you jealous looks- look them in the eye and smile. Show you aren't self conscious or afraid." He murmured, giving him his first business advice.

"Alright, I suppose that's fair enough," he chuckled softly before lacing his fingers into the back of the blonds hair and nudging his head down, pressing his lips demandingly to the younger man's. He was still a little apprehensive about making such an appearance at the meeting but then at the same time he had enough cockiness and attitude, as his father used to love reminding him, to sit through any odd stares.

Ludwig let out a quiet groan at the fingers in his hair, kissing the older man back without any hesitation at all. His lips parted, allowing the other momentary control- he knew he needed it right now, and Ludwig would do anything to make sure he wasn't anxious at the meeting. "If you wish, you can make sure I"m the one limping at the meeting. That would release you from a bit of the scrutiny- in fact, if anything, that would impress those in the room who have been with me- I do so rarely let others take me, it's such an irritating lack of control, and none of them have been fortunate enough to thoroughly claim me." He smirked down at him, blue eyes twinkling. "So if you wish to assert your dominance, I really won't complain. You're welcome to do so at the meeting, if it makes you less self conscious, I'd be happy to be the lovesick puppy."

"Oh, please, darling, I don't need you to act- you're already a lovesick puppy as it is," Gilbert snickered, playfully pecking his lips again, he really did find the other very endearing like this, it was sweet just how much he cared, and he knew he wouldn't be able to stop himself with pushing subtlety a little at the meeting. "You don't have to worry, I really am quite shameless," he mused, stroking his hair, "although I must ask, just how many of the people that are going to be at today's meeting have you slept with?"

"Perhaps I am." He laughed, pressing soft kisses to the others jaw, even as he fell back into the bed himself. "Four. None of them were as good as you, and none of them were in that category of three who have taken me before you." He hummed out calmly. "All the more reason I think you should really allow me the shock factor of limping. In particular, it will horrify my uncle, something I absolutely adore doing." As he spoke, he coaxed the other down over him, kissing his neck playfully. "Won't you help a poor boy turn his uncles hair white far too early?" He purred lowly against his ear.

"Ludwig, how disgusting, you should respect your elders," Gilbert chastised playfully, pressing a kiss to his forehead, "but at the same time... I see the appeal. So do what you see fit, darling, I'm more concerned with not limping for real myself," he snickered, after all what the young ambassador was proposing definitely appealed to his ego.

"Mmm... the way I respect you?" He purred out, rolling them so he could straddle the others hips, brushing his ass teasingly back against the other, adding just enough pressure that the older mans cockhead pressed to the blondes puckered entrance, prodding lightly by not slipping in completely. "You're my elder, Mister Beilschmidt, so by that logic, I really should behave myself and do what you wish of me, shouldn't I?" Ludwig hummed, a calm smirk on his lips as he lowered himself onto the other. He didn't move though, instead simply rolling his hips against the older mans.

"I hope you don't respect your uncle the way you respect me," Gilbert snickered and lightly placed his hands on the younger man's hips. He wasn't really hard before but at the feeling of the young ambassadors hot and eager body around him, his cock quickly stood to attention. "And I suppose by my logic you're doing it quite right," he smirked, snaking one hand around to grope his ass.

Ludwig snorted in spite of himself, covering his mouth to stop from laughing. "Definitely not the way I respect you. He is going to absolutely despise you, my love." He hummed out, rolling his hips once more before finally beginning to move to on him. "You're such a terribly bad influence, convincing me to give up control and let you fuck me." Blue eyes twinkled with amusement, as he leaned down to brush their lips together slowly, tauntingly. "Gilbert dear... I want the same thing you wanted in the shower last night. Wreck me."

"To be fair, I didn't convince you to give up that control, darling, you willingly decided to fuck yourself on my cock back on that table, may it rest in peace, so that's ultimately worse and more slutty of you," Gilbert teased, giving a sharp thrust upwards, "and I'd love to give you what you want, but I'm afraid I'm not in the best condition right now, baby, I'll do my best though," he purred, forcing the younger man's hips up before pulling them down again harder, thrusting up into him simultaneously.

"Ahhh, you've got me there." He agreed with a wry smile, gasping hotly at that sharp sudden thrust. "H-hah... this is good too! Just keep doing that!" He decided, moving his hips with the others hands without hesitation. The blonde braced his hands back on the bed behind him, beginning to ride the other in earnest, lips parted and eyes hazy, small mewls and moans falling from his lips. "F-fuck, you know, darling, I never... nghhh... thought I would enjoy this quite as much as I do. So congratulations on...ahhh!... having such a wonderfully delightful cock that I end up a little slut for you." He praised teasingly, even as desperate needy noises fell from his lips.

"People often underestimate how pleasurable it can be to be on the receiving end," Gilbert smirked a little and gladly thrusted up in time with his movements, shifting his hips to hit against the younger man's sweet spot, he still remembered where it was from the night before. "And you do look so wonderfully delicious from this angle too," he mused with a low groan, bringing one hand around and wrapping it around Ludwig's cock, pumping him rhythmically.

"So I've learned." He agreed, before his eyes widened and his face flushed pink as his sweet spot was hit, a loud cry falling from his lips. "Gilbert!" He all but screamed, increasing the pace of his hips to move faster, harder on the other, aching for more of the electricity that was tearing through him. His hips bucked up into the hand as he moved, crying out over and over again. "I'm... hah~!.. so glad you enjoy it, love, you're the only one who I plan on letting see it." He assured, ignoring the aching that was rippling through his spine as he tried to take in more, to get more force. "Feels good.. fuck it feels good." He moaned hotly, face contorted with pleasure, his voice needy and desperate.

"Mmm, tell me about it, baby, scream louder for me," Gilbert groaned lowly and smirked, stroking him faster, the tempo of his hips thrusting up getting more sporadic. He grabbed Ludwig's ass with his other hand, hard enough to leave dark bruises, "come on, move your hips faster, like the real whore you are, I know you want to..." he purred with another deliberate thrust upwards.

It certainly didn't take the blonde long to figure out that the other calling him such names, talking down to him as he was was such an incredible turn on- rarely did Ludwig have someone call him such filthy names, and it went straight to his libido. "Gilbert!" He screamed, louder this time as he did as he was told, moving faster and harder on the other, slamming his hips down greedily each time. "Fuck fuck, baby, your whore, I'm your little slut, no one elses!" He cried out, almost certain his neighbour was going to hate him for the noise. "God, please please please, fuck, it feels so good, I want more, I want more! YES, right there, oh God, Gilbert harder!" He screamed and pleaded at a particularly strong thrust to his sweet spot, the lusty flush on his face growing in intensity.

Gilbert groaned lowly and slapped his ass hard. "Yes, that's good, just like that...god, fuck, jesus that's a good boy..." he moaned deeply, thrusting up as hard as he could and ensuring that he was in up to the hilt every time, stroking and teasing Ludwig's leaking cock meanwhile, rubbing his thumb over the sensitive tip and slit. It was simply breathtaking to see the other like this, so needy and submissive and eager, a flush on his face and his body exposed to Gilbert in all it's glory.

"Oh God, baby, master, please! Fuck, there again- oh God, YES!" He cried out desperately, aching and bending into every touch, trying to meet each with the same intensity. Blue eyes locked on crimson, the blondes body quivering and trembling with need by this point. "Please please oh fucking please, I need to cum, baby let me cum, please please Gilbert don't make me hold on!" Ludwig pleaded desperately.

Gilbert smirked and demonstratively licked Ludwig's pre-cum off his fingers before going back to stroking his cock teasingly slowly. "Oh, you're so desperate, poor darling, what have I done to you? But you'll only cum when I tell you to cum, keep in mind, I'm not holding you- you'll have to control it yourself," he smirked widely, looking up at him with hungry eyes. It was so unbearably delicious to see the blond lose control like this and beg, "so come on, baby, I'm sure you can make that little ass even tighter, do that and beg me, and I'll grant you relief."

The younger man quivered watching the elder licking his precum off those long, fingers, aching to lick and suck at the digits. And so he did, grasping one pale hand and pressing it to his lips, tongue darting out to encircle the others fingers, coaxing them into his mouth and sucking needily. He clenched his body down on the other, back arching towards the other as he moaned around the fingers in his mouth. "Master, baby, please Gilbert, let me cum, fill me to the brim with your hot seed, I want to feel it dripping out of me!" He pleaded desperately. his length twitching and aching- still, he wouldn't let himself cum until the older man allowed him to.

Gilbert gasped softly when he felt his fingers being pulled into the younger man's mouth and feeling the pure desperation emitting from the blond. He laughed breathily and smacked his ass again. "You're being such a good boy, Ludwig, go on then, cum for me, but keep moving your hips, alright?" he purred, continuing to slam up into him.

Ludwig nodded in eager anticipation, sucking harder on the fingers as he came, cry muffled against the digits, and still he didn't stop, continuing to greedily fuck himself on the others cock. It would stun anyone who knew him if they could see him like this, all semblance of control and self restraint absolutely gone as he melted for the other, desperate for everything Gilbert would give. It was a new, and definitely pleasant, experience, and Ludwig trusted Gilbert with his body. Why wouldn't he? So far, doing this with Gilbert had brought him nothing but white hot pleasure, and the older man had taken care to ensure he felt that.

Gilbert groaned as he felt the younger man tighten around him even more and it only took two more thrusts into that captivating heat before he came hard, slamming hard into him and filling him up, holding his hips down in a bruising grip. "Fuck, baby, you're so amazing..." he murmured, panting and leaning up a little to press a kiss to his stomach.

"H-hah, you're one to talk." He retorted softly, still panting as he tried to catch his breath, before leaning down to press a kiss to Gilberts lips. A contented noise escaped his lips, as he squirmed his ass. "Ahhh you really did fill me good, didn't you baby? I can feel it sliding inside of me... feels nice." He praised, wincing momentarily at the pain in his hips before laughing. "For someone so tired, you did a damn good job on living up to my request- I'll be limping for sure."

"To be honest, you did most of the work there," Gilbert laughed and kissed him gently and lovingly in return, gently scratching at his scalp, "come on, lift your hips, let's see it drip out," he smirked, stroking his free hand tenderly over his firm hip.

Ludwig obediently lifted his hips, a small mewl escaping him as he felt it running down his thighs slowly. "Ha... you know, I could easily get hooked on this." He teased, relaxing under the gentle fingers in his hair, tempted to purr- he wouldn't let himself relax that much, not quite yet.

"I know, baby, I know," Gilbert laughed huskily, simply watching his thighs for a moment and licking his lips. He had to admit watching those muscular thighs still quiver in afterglow and get messy with his cum was the most enticing sight. "Goddamn, you're so beautiful, darling," he chuckled, pulling him close and nuzzling his neck happily, wanting to just cuddle for a little bit with his lover.

"You really are one to talk." He teased with a smile, snuggling into the older man and peppering gentle kisses to his shoulder. He was more than a little content to relax against him; after all, they still had a fair little amount of time before they needed to get ready for the meeting, so what was the harm in enjoy the nice atmosphere? "You're amazing Gilbert, I hope you know that." He murmured. He had to inwardly laugh, in the end, Gilbert was right. He really was a lovesick puppy, willing to do almost anything for the other already.

"Trust me, babe, I do know that," Gilbert commented cockily, continuing to stroke and play with the younger man's hair happily, since he knew he liked it. It really was an absolutely perfect morning so Gilbert didn't even want to think about the meeting that was to follow.

"I could get used to this." He finally confessed, leaning up to press a sweet kiss down on the others jaw. "Very scarcely do my lovers stay for morning. But you..." He smiled playfully. "I suppose you're a permanent fixture here now huh? Particularly since we're going to see if we can't make a little heir. I almost hope it's a girl." He mused. "Or twins. Twins would be pleasant, a boy and a girl, don't you agree?"

"Yeah, now you'll really have to try to kick me out, I'm the lady of this house now," Gilbert laughed, nudging the younger man down to rest on his chest, holding him close, "and twins...I don't know...I mean on one hand yeah, a boy and a girl would be awesome, but on the other hand, what if I have to carry all that!" he laughed, "I'll get varicose veins or something, ugh."

"Lady of the house, yes that is a role you are certainly welcome to." He teased, moving how the other coaxed him, cuddling into his chest with a contented sigh. "Well that just means I'll have to take even better care of you, now doesn't it?" He hummed out, letting his fingers swirl and stroke over his stomach. "I can do that you know- being pregnant with my child implies that it's my job to give you massages and foot rubs, to make sure to rub cocoa butter on your skin daily so it stays healthy, being there when morning sickness hits. I assure you, I plan on spoiling you absolutely rotten, love, and taking better care of you then you can likely imagine."

"Mmm, alright then, if your doctor thinks my body can take twins then yes, we might just as well have twins- all it means is I get to whine and make you get me pickles in the middle of the night, or whatever it is pregnant women do, twice as much," he laughed, humming softly at the gentle touches to his stomach, he couldn't quite imagine it being all bloated yet but it seemed endearing. He already knew that Ludwig would be amazingly caring, and that was one of the things that really made him agree to the whole crazy idea.

"I'll be sure to keep the pantry stocked with whatever you crave." He agreed amicably. "If you wish, we can move in your stuff today. And of course, we can rearrange the bedroom, or any other room as you see fit- you are the lady of the house now, and as such, I'm giving you full control." He decided. "I should warn you, uncle lives here too, although he's rarely home."

"I'll change all your curtains just to piss you off I think," Gilbert laughed, nuzzling into his hair, "I'll make sure your house abides to feng-shui from now on as well," he teased, pressing a kiss to his head, "and I'm sure your uncle and I will get on perfectly well," he smirked, knowing from everything he heard about the man that that was nearly impossible.

"As long as I get rewarded for my patience with being allowed to kiss you at will, I really don't think we'll have a problem." He retorted with a laugh. "And I've enough money that really, we can buy whatever furniture and other things you'd like. We do, as well, need a new table, my love, may it rest in peace." Ludwig nuzzled closer still, idly brushing over the others hips. "I'll send someone to pick up your things while we're at the doctor, and have them bring them here. After the appointment, we can go shopping if you wish."

"Mhmmm, we can do that, because we do need a new table- a more sturdy one perhaps," Gilbert hummed, laughing softly and relaxing under his gentle touches. "If they do make me properly pregnant though- you know you'll have to prepare for all sorts of mood swings and crazy shit. I'll probably be difficult. Might even break all the glass in the house. I hope you're ready," he teased.

"I assure you,. I'm prepared." He retorted with a wry smile. "You are welcome to break everything you can get your hands on, things are really so replaceable, and in the end, it'll make it far more interesting. So... mommy..." He purred, winding his arms more completely around the other. "Think you'll be showing by the time the Gala rolls around? Perhaps you'd be best in a dress rather than a suit, something that shows off how round you are with my child." He mused, although there was no mistaking the possessive tone in the young ambassadors voice at that word- mine.

"Oh, perhaps I will wear a dress then, something very expensive and lavish, yes?" Gilbert mused, playing calmly with his lovers hair. His tone of voice actually sent shivers down his spine and he loved it. "I always did look great in drag anyhow," he asserted cockily, "not to mention that would definitely make my father roll over in his grave."

"The most lavish dress we can get you of course." He agreed, kissing the others shoulder lightly. "Won't I be so incredibly fortunate to have not only such an incredibly handsome man, but a handsome man who's carrying my child on my arm." He hummed out, and there was no doubt that the pride in his voice was very real- he'd be all too proud to have his pregnant lover to show off.

"The press is going to love us," Gilbert said with a laugh, ruffling his hair, "the Gala night is definitely going to be ours, there's no way someone is going to outdo one of the youngest ambassadors and his pregnant boyfriend in drag, of that I am quite sure," he grinned, "I do wonder what your Uncle will think."

"He'll likely be busy trying to think of ways to kill me and take my money, I suppose." He replied wryly, eyes amused. "You'll be breathtaking though, my darling." Ludwig gave a yawn, wincing once more as he moved to glance at the clock. "Nhhh... time we get up, Gilbert. Would you care to take a shower together before we pick our toys and get ready?" He questioned, lips brushing along the others chest. "It'll make far more of a scene if we're late and I do think perhaps we should aim to be as low profile as we can today- well within reason." He teased.

"I don't want to get up! And I don't want to go to the stupid meeting," Gilbert whined, begrudgingly sitting up but clutching onto Ludwig. "And you let my breakfast go cold, you ass. Can we take a bath instead? Do we have the time?" he mumbled against his shoulder.

"I think we can make time for a bath." He agreed. "Your food wouldn't have gone cold if you had gotten up the first time." He teased, hoisting the other into his arms- just to wince and groan at the pain rippling through him, fuck, he really wasn't used to it. Still- he was determined, carrying his lover to the bathroom, setting him on the counter to begin running the bath.

"Oh my poor, poor darling, are you okay?" Gilbert teased, looking over his own body in the mirror as he sat on the counter. The damage was extensive with hickeys and bites all over and finger prints on bruises on his hips, but he was going to wear them with pride.

"Absolutely." He shot back with a crooked grin. "I'm just not as used to taking a massive cock up the ass like you are, my love. My my, you really are a terrible influence." The blonde teased, stabbing his fingers through his hair. He helped the other into the tub, grabbing the washcloth and beginning to lovingly lather the other up.

"Mm, I suppose not everybody has my expertise," Gilbert conceded, climbing onto his lovers lap and lifting his hips, nudging the young ambassadors flaccid cock into himself. "I hurt less when it's in," he explained cheerfully, letting the other lather him up with a grin, letting the hot water sooth the worst of his aches.

"No complaints here, I really rather do enjoy being inside of you." He retorted with a laugh, kissing Gilberts nose sweetly as he continued to wash the other. "Maybe I should take a page from your book huh, and practice a lot. After all, it really is so disappointing to not be able to match your prowess, baby." He teased.

He snickered and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Don't worry, mommy will take good care of you and you'll be no less adept at taking things up that cute ass of yours than I am," he purred, nuzzling his neck and rocking his hips just a little with a pleased hum, "After all, when you let go, you have such a greedy little hole, darling."

"Mmm, I suppose once you're pregnant enough to show, it really would be best if you fucked me anyhow, wouldn't it?" He mused. "The last thing I want is to harm our little darling of course. And I really do think I need to learn from the master." He teased, groaning slightly at the rocking. "Fuck... Gilbert baby, you tease~" Ludwig whined, wrapping his arms around the other and burying his face into the older mans shoulder. "Can you blame me? That's such an impressive cock you have there that how could I not enjoy it, particularly when you seem to know how to use it so well?" He retorted with a crooked grin.

"Oh, I never judge someone for liking a nice cock," Gilbert teased, stroking his fingers through his lovers hair, "and yes, I suppose mommy will have to teach daddy how to take it up the ass, not that daddy needs much help, if you ask me, I think he fares just fine as he is," he purred, moving his hips more slowly starting to raise and lower them to let the young ambassadors cock slide in and out of him slightly.

The blonde groaned in delight at the fingers in his arm, keeping his arms around the others hips. "Haa... so far you've only shown me so very little." Ludwig hummed, stroking over Gilberts hips. "Isn't there oh so many ways you want to take my tight little ass?" He questioned, his voice calm and amused. "Tell me Gilbert, how all would mommy like to take daddy?" He questioned lowly, no shame or embarrassment on his face.

"Oh, mommy will do so many things to fuck daddy senseless," Gilbert smirked, looking up at the young ambassador amusedly, "mommy will take daddy on all fours or against the wall or over all the furniture and show him a real rough fucking until he's screaming and pleading, but mommy can also take him gently and lovingly in bed or in the bath and lick him out nice and thoroughly. Someday maybe daddy will be ready for mommy to double penetrate him too, we'll work towards it," he mused, still moving his hips sensuously, biting his lip to hide a grin.

Ludwig tried to stop the hot moan that escaped his lips at the others words, a flush dancing on his cheeks, momentarily making him look his age instead of like the cool calm and collected politician he was. "Holy shit..." He muttered lowly, arching his hips up into the other. "You sure do know how to make a guy fantasize, don't you babe?" He questioned, returning to greedily sucking on Gilberts skin. "Fuck, Gilbert, babe, that sounds fucking amazing." The blonde confessed.

"Oh, darling, it will be fucking amazing...or alternatively I'll be too moody to ever fuck you so you can have those fantasies and toys, you're welcome either way," he laughed, pinching his blushing cheek teasingly, and lightly scratching at the back of the blonds head, a satisfied grin on his face.

"Tease!" He accused once more, melting into the fingers and giving a quick slam upwards of his hips. "At this rate, mommy, I'll end up pleading you to take me over the damn meeting room table! Can you imagine!?" Actually, it was a pretty pleasant thought. "Think of the look on my poor uncles face as you fuck me harder and harder- Goodness, my love, you really are terrible." He told him, leaning up to nip his lips.

"And that's why you love me," Gilbert confirmed grinning and bit at his bottom lip in return while smoothly picking up the pace of his hips, the water splashing around them. He teasingly clenched and unclenched around him as he kept moving his hips energetically. "But still, poor frustrated daddy seeking comfort in his toys when he thinks nobody's looking? Mmm, I think I like that idea. And besides, it's a great way to learn, trust me."

"Mmmm, you're very right about that." He agreed, flushing slightly at the words- love him. Yes, Ludwig supposed he did. "Nghhh fuck Gilbert." He groaned, continuing to thrust up into him. "Or mommy could push daddy into a wall and fuck him senseless." He retorted. "Fuck, I'm already going to need the toys baby, I'm clearly going to need one at the meeting today since you've been so kind to put those delightful ideas into my head!" He whined.

"Oh, daddy is going to have a toy inside him at the meeting, it's his marvellously naughty idea anyway. Let's just hope he doesn't pop a boner- or his uncle will surely be very disappointed," Gilbert teased cheerfully although with breathy undertones to his voice, now positively fucking himself hard and fast on Ludwig's cock.

"Mommy shouldn't be so smug since he's going to have one too, and since Daddy plans on sucking that cock he loves so much like a good little slut." He retorted, gripping onto him and slamming upwards with just as much force. "Would you like that mommy? To see Daddy so needy that he has to fucking himself under the table with one of his toys? Maybe I'll do it while I suck you off." He hummed thoughtfully.

"Mommy has no objections whatsoever," Gilbert laughed breathlessly, needy mewls starting to tumble from his lips as he was being slammed into again, "and mommy has been awfully pleased with daddy lately, the meeting will surely be delightful."

Ludwig gave another rough thrust upwards, before rolling his hips into the other, sucking at his neck. "I bet I can put on such a nice show between mommy's legs that he has absolutely no choice but to fuck me until I can't even think of my own name." He purred, voice confident.

"Ambitious, I like it. However I think daddy is just taking advantage of the fact that mommy has pitifully little self-control," he cooed between moans, clinging onto the younger man tightly as he slammed his hips down against the blonds.

"That doesn't hurt either." He agreed with a devious smile. "Hmmm... perhaps since mommy decided to so meanly tease daddy, I won't let him cum at all. Maybe I'll pull out right now and go get dressed, and leave mommy with..." A smirk. "His toys and his fantasies."

Gilbert's eyes widened and he snarled. "Daddy wouldn't do that!" he whined, narrowing his eyes which would've been far more effective if he hadn't been panting and so blissfully close to an orgasm. However he had to admit, those mean, teasing, witty words just made him want the younger man even more.

"Wouldn't I?" He shot back, the calm smirk returning as he regained control, moving the other off his lap and standing, hopping out of the tub before Gilbert could protest. "Come along darling, we're going to be late for the meeting, and we still have to pick one anothers toys." He hummed out teasingly, bolting for the bedroom.

"Oh, daddy has started a war!" Gilbert snarled after him, blushing furiously but his lips pursed tight. He didn't hurry to join the other, letting his fingers slip down his stomach and dip between his legs, plunging three fingers into himself. He deliberately took his time, hardly keeping his voice down before bringing himself to a mild orgasm and standing up, satisfied, washing off and only then heading back to the bedroom.

When he arrived in the bedroom, Ludwig was already dressed, leaning against the wall with an enticing smirk, his shirt buttoned not all the way to the top, revealing the dark marks on pale skin underneath. Wet hair had been brushed back and to the sides, few strands falling in his face. "How are you feeling?" He asked smugly, jutting his hips out.

Gilbert just glared up at him through pale eyelashes, trying very hard to ignore just how sexy the younger man looked in that moment. "You are an absolute dickhead," he said finally, crossing his arms over his chest stubbornly.

"Absolutely." He agreed with a smirk. "What are you going to do, mommy? Put me over your lap?" He teased, licking his lip slowly and deliberately. "Because it seems to me, Daddy has been a very very bad boy teasing mommy like that."

"Oh, definitely, Daddy has, we've already established that, but seeing as we should try and be on time to the meeting after all, all it means is that Mommy won't be lenient, and Daddy is going to have the biggest vibrator shoved up his ass," Gilbert said, the edges of his pale lips tugging up.

His eyes widened momentarily, but he gave an obedient little nod, grabbing the box from the closet and kicking his pants down over his firm rear before getting onto all fours on the bed, wiggling his ass. "H-hurry up and put it in then, mommy. Vanilla lube is my favorite, it's in the box. B-but just wait, I'll pick a damn good one for you too!" He whined.

"There we go, that's much better, you stripped and got down to it without even being asked like a good boy," Gilbert smirked widely and lightly slapped his firm ass. He rummaged the box for the lubricant and found it soon enough, spreading it over his fingers and warming it up before getting an idea and putting a glob on his tongue and leaning in, spreading the young ambassador's cheeks with his hands and wriggling his tongue into him, spreading the lube around the tight ring of muscle.

Ludwigs eyes shot wide open, a scream falling from his lips as that deviant tongue pressed into him. His fingers curled into the blankets of the bed, he wouldn't scream beg, he refused to lose so easily. "Fuck!" He growled into the pillow, trying desperately to push his ass back onto the others mouth. It felt incredibly, the scent of vanilla overwhelming his senses. This was definitely a new experience, one Ludwig was, admittedly, rather enjoying.

Gilbert smirked at his reaction and groped his ass again as he let his tongue slip and slide in and out of him, teasing his fluttering hole. He could tell that the younger man was not expecting that and that made him smug. Slowly, along with his tongue he eased his fingers in, scissoring them to stretch him and thoroughly lube him up.

"Fuck fuck fuck." He groaned into his pillow, desperately trying to get more. "Gilbert, baby holy fuck, holy fuck, don't stop, I swear to God, if you stop I might cry." There was a thought, the large man breaking into tears from need.

Gilbert pulled back for a moment, slowly thrusting his fingers in and out of him but looking at him in mischievous amusement. "Cry? Oh my, does Daddy like getting himself licked so much? He's practically screaming already," he cooed, nipping on one firm asscheek.

"M-maybe if mommy wasn't such a dirty little darling with that mouth of his, Daddy wouldn't be a writhing mess!" He shot back with a huff, moaning into the pillow lowly. "Baby please!" He pleaded. "Please please, fuck, it felt good!"

"Daddy will have to suck Mommy's cock in apology for being so bad and teasing before if he wants Mommy to lick him nice and clean," Gilbert taunted, sticking his fingers deep into the younger man and brushing against his sweet spot teasingly.

"Gladly, bring it here and I'll suck it happily!" He shot back, half screaming the others name. Fuck were they ever going to be late. He supposed it was fine- they could lie and say car troubles after all. Or they could skip today. Yes, that sounded good- they were sick and couldn't come in today.

"Good boy," Gilbert smirked and eased himself under him, pulling his fingers out and gripping the younger man's hips tightly, positioning them over his face. As far as he was concerned they wouldn't be late, because he would make this quick.

Ludwig greedily took him into his mouth, sucking and licking at the other with an eagerness few had seen him exhibit, kissing every inch of him greedily before taking him down his throat, arching back towards the other. "So good..." He groaned needily, running his tongue from base to tip. "So big and yummy... all mine…"

After a few moments, deciding that he was satisfied with the other's eagerness, Gilbert pulled the muscular hips down to himself, flicking his tongue over the puckered ring of muscle and pressing a greedy kiss to it before thrusting his tongue back in, giving his walls a thorough lick before starting to jab and rub at the sensitive spot inside him.

Ludwig, who was currently bobbing his head on the other and sucking as though it were the last thing he'd ever do, moaned hotly around him, sending waves vibrations running through the older mans cock as he pressed his ass back desperately, trying to take the wet organ deeper, crying out.

Gilbert was only happy to provide, plunging his tongue into him deeper with every thrust, occasionally teasing him with his teeth as well. It really was an incredible feeling to feel the other desperate and writhing above him, he bucked his own hips up into his mouth, knowing that he'll take it hungrily.

Ludwig continued to eagerly suck at him, pulling back for only a moment. "G-Gilbert... f-fuck, I can't hold on much longer, I'm sorry I was a tease, please let me cum!" He pleaded, knowing the vibrator was still coming as well. God, how was it that Gilbert could make him eagerly give up all restraint, all dignity and beg? Ludwig had never been a screamer before the older man, had never been so needy and desperate to be touched, to be claimed.

"Oh, go ahead, darling. Cum. I'm not going to fuck you with the vibrator- I'll just leave it in," Gilbert said silkily, pulling back for a moment and pressing a kiss to the underside of his balls before returning to fucking him hard with his tongue.

Ludwig let out a grateful noise hearing the other say he wasn't going to fuck him with it quite yet- he wasn't sure how much he could take and still think clear! But then that tongue was back inside him, his head cloudy, and all he could do was scream Gilberts name against his cock in that low husky voice of his.

Gilbert had to admit that the way Ludwig was losing all control was incredibly sexy. He made sure to thoroughly pleasure and tease his hole with his tongue before slamming it against his prostate, flicking teasingly against it between smooth and thorough rubs that he knew would drive the younger man wild.

Ludwig cried out once more as he came, panting harder, blue eyes hazy and face flushed. Holy shit. Had he ever felt something as incredible as that in his five years of jumping from lover to lover? Not likely, what Gilbert was able to do to him in general was a whole other level of pleasure. "P-put it in!" He pleaded. "M-mommy put it in s-so Daddy can pick out yours! Put it in nice and deep for me, come on baby!"

Gilbert hummed pleasantly and slid out from under him, rummaging through the toys in the box before he found the vibrator the size and girth of which he liked the most. "So eager," he purred, groping his ass again before nudging the toy into him, slowly pushing it in as far as it would go.

The blonde bit into his pillow to keep quiet, waiting until it was in to finally move, rummaging through the box for the second biggest toy, fixing his pants before smirking at Gilbert. "Your turn darling." He cooed, before coaxing the other onto the bed. His fingers ran over the others puckered hole, before dipping inside, rubbing the toy along his entrance as he did so.

Gilbert gladly got on all fours for him, still plenty stretched from earlier. "Mmm, I like the look of that," he smirked, seeing that the other picked a pretty large toy also. He pushed his hips back in an attempt to get him to put the toy in. "Come on baby, put it in," he moaned teasingly, wiggling his ass a little for the other.

The smirk tugged upwards, growing as Ludwig slipped his fingers out and pushed the toy in slowly, inch by tantalizing inch, positioning it to it was against his prostate before giving it a tiny push forward. "There we go." He purred lowly. "Come on baby, we really do have to get ready. My uncle is going to kill us as it is." He snickered.

Gilbert groaned softly but greedily took the toy into himself, looking very pleased. "Mm, alright then, darling," he snickered and climbed off the bed, his clothes were gladly in a presentable condition as Ludwig had let him strip rather than ripped his clothes off so he could still redress.

Ludwig watched him dress with amused eyes, fingering the remote he had slipped into his pocket. He wouldn't press it quite yet- that could wait. For now, he was content to watch his lover with a quiet excitement. This was the real deal wasn't it? Gilbert was staying here with him. He was going to carry Ludwigs child. On that thought, he pulled out his phone, calling to set up an appointment with the doctor.

Gilbert smoothed down his clothes carefully, getting rid of any tell-tale creases and when he judged himself to be nearly pristine he made his way over to his lover, wrapping his arms around his waist while he was on the phone and slipping his hands down to his ass, groping and slapping playfully.

Ludwig stuck his tongue out at him, but stroked gently through his hair as he listened. "Yes that sounds perfect. See you then." He hung the phone up, turning his attention to gilbert and kissing him deeply. "They think they can do it." He breathed against him. "They have to do a test to make sure your body can handle it, and then they'll inject you with our little one, baby." His voice was a breathless whisper, full of joy and awe.

"Yeah? For real?" Gilbert blinked, looking up at him. He could swear his heart skipped a beat. "Wow, I guess it's happening then, huh? I mean I'm albino but aside from that pretty healthy so it should be alright," he murmured, pressing closer to him.

"Yes for real!" Ludwig began to laugh, nothing less than pure joy in the tone, as he scooped Gilbert up and spun him around happily, kissing him over and over again, ignoring the pain in his back. "Gilbert... baby, this is happening. We're going to have a little heir that's just ours... meaning I'm really only yours... and you're really only mine." A grin broke across the young ambassadors face- he was someones forever person after five years of only being a pleasurable toy.

Gilbert laughed softly and gently peppered kisses all over the young ambassadors face. "Yeah, that's exactly what it means," he murmured, "but holy shit, I'm going to be a mother," he laughed, draping his arms over the younger man's shoulder. His heart was beating erratically fast, he couldn't deny it.

Ludwig kissed him once more, cradling his face in his hands before gently capturing the others hand. He didn't plan on letting go, no matter the looks they got. Eventually, it would come out anyways right. "Come on mommy.. sooner we get this over with... the sooner we can go find out about our baby." He breathed against him, kissing his head once more. Had he ever been this happy? No, not likely. It was funny- in less than 24 hours, Gilbert had managed to complete him. He hoisted the older man into his arms, carrying him protectively to the car and helping him in, getting him all buckled. The kid wasn't even in him yet, and already the German was showing his protectiveness, keeping their fingers wound tight together.

Gilbert laughed and let the other carry him and do whatever he wanted to do. Honestly all the attention and doting he was getting made him melt inside and his new found maternal instincts were telling him that this was definitely the mate with whom he'd want to raise a child. He stroked his thumb gently over his knuckles, not planning on letting go of his hand either.

"You can stay close to me at the meeting if you want baby." He told him softly, kissing him once more. "Remember- confidence. You look amazing. Your marks look amazing. God, fucking dammit you're so breathtaking, darling." He growled out softly. "And of course- we still have our game too. And then we can go to the doctor and make our precious little baby. I'll take you shopping- we can get you anything you want. I've already got someone moving your things to my house." He told him.

"You're so very thoughtful, darling," Gilbert mused against his lips, leaning up and stealing another kiss too. "I must say I'm lucky to have you," he said seriously and grinned, squeezing his hand lightly. He was far less anxious for the meeting now, even though there was a toy inside of him and the collar of his shirt did not cover his generously marked neck.

When they arrived, he stroked gently over the back of Gilberts hand before leading him inside, cradling the smaller one in his own as he led him to the meeting room. Almost instantly, he could feel eyes on them, particularly on his own neck and very visible limp, but he paid it no mind, instead leading Gilbert to their seats with a gentle smile.

Gilbert was instantly uncomfortable at first with all the stares and his hand unintentionally tightened its grip on Ludwig's however he relaxed when he noted that very little attention was paid to him personally, not only Ludwig's larger frame but also his more scandalous appearance shielding him from prying eyes. He sat down next to Ludwig when they got to their seats and rested his hands on the arm rests.

"You're bloody well late again." Came an irritated huff from a blonde on the other side of the table- one Arthur Kirkland. "And do you care to tell us who your little friend is? I do hope you haven't decided to take a stranger to this meeting- we have to plan this damn Gala!" Ludwig raised a brow, all at once the calm cool sexy ambassador he was the day before. "This-" He motioned his lover. "Is Gilbert Beilschmidt. Head of Beilschmidt Planning and the man we were supposed to be meeting with yesterday when you and Mr. Jones so conveniently didn't show up." He said coolly. "I'm dreadfully sorry we were late, we were a little preoccupied. We were up half the night planning for the Gala." It was a lie. Everyone in the room knew it was a lie, the tall Russian man in the corners lips tugging up in a smirk. "As such, we were thinking about a venue Gi- Mister Beilschmidt here knows of, with a grand staircase the guests could descend down. We also were discussing ice sculptures, since of course the theme is black and white."

Gilbert had to work hard to not snicker at the 'staying up to plan the Gala' comment- it could've been easily omitted because honestly it just sounded like bragging. "Ah, yes, our sincerest apologies, however as the venue fits your requirements quite nicely everything else can be worked around that- it is sensible budget wise so whatever finance you decide to allocate to the event can be very well used to refurbish the venue to your taste quite sensibly," he said calmly, addressing the disgruntled Brit who seemed to be the one most inclined to talking as the other blond man in glasses was not so subtly texting under the table. Roderich was sitting on the other side of Ludwig so he leaned over, his disapproval clear in his violet eyes. "You've crossed a line, Ludwig, you finally did it," he hissed, "what the hell are you thinking, boy?" he said, softly enough to not disturb the rest.

There was a moment of surprised quiet- it seemed Ludwig's new little toy was actually good at his job! Arthur cleared his throat, eying the silver haired man in agitation before speaking. "Yes well... good then, I suppose. And will it be able to accommodate the amount of people that will be in attendance? Is it within distance of a proper caterer, God knows these delegates get pissy if they don't get top of the line food." He grumbled, green eyes flickering back to the smirking German man and the marks on his neck. Shit! Why did this silver haired punk get to do what the rest of them had ached to and never been allowed!?

"And how have I done that, dear uncle?" He shot back quietly, making sure they couldn't be heard by the rest. "By all means, enlighten me. Is it because I took a cock up the ass? Because let me tell you, it was an absolute delight. Perhaps you should- maybe it'd get the stick out of there." He mused, eyes twinkling with amusement as he subtly reached into his pocket, hitting the button on the small remote. That should liven things up.

"The venue can accommodate up to seven hundred people comfortably and -" Gilbert inhaled sharply as he felt the toy stir and brush up against his prostate deep inside him, a barely perceptible blush rose to his cheeks but he pushed it down and coughed to clear his throat, kicking Ludwig under the table meanwhile, "pardon me, and while the venue itself can provide catering if we do not find it to our liking it should not be hard to find another agency as the location of the venue is comfortably in the centre." He couldn't believe Ludwig would pull this on him while he was speaking but he stubbornly refused to acknowledge it in any way despite his stomach doing a flip. Roderich huffed and rolled his eyes. "No, that's not the problem. I've already come to the terms with the fact that you'll find a new whore anywhere and what it is that you do together I try not to even think about. That is your right, as long as you keep it behind closed doors...you know perfectly well what I'm saying, Ludwig, don't play dumb. Why are you so irresponsible? How can you not be ashamed coming out here looking like this mess and bringing your slut along in no better condition? It's crass and tasteless," he hissed.

Ivan, who had sat quietly in the corner until this point, smiled amusedly at the silver haired man- he knew that game of course. Even still, he kept his thoughts to himself. "How soon will your company be able to plan the Gala for? I think it would be prettiest in three months- it will be may then and the flowers will be very pretty! I think the delegates would appreciate something nice to see, don't you agree, Mister Beilschmidt?" He questioned with a small laugh, eyes flickering back to the German and Austrian who were clearly arguing.

Ludwig raised a brow at his uncle, glancing down at his own impeccable suit. "I think I look perfectly acceptable, save for a few marks on my neck, the rest of which are nicely hidden. Whore, hmm? Was your Elizaveta a whore too when she came to me?" He questioned coolly, eyes flickering over to Gilbert and offering him a reassuring smile that he was doing good. "And Mister Beilschmidt looks absolutely incredible, so honestly, I don't see what your complaint is." He hummed out with a cocky grin. "He's not a slut. And he has every need to be here considering it is his company planning this venue, wouldn't you agree? And I dare say he's doing a damn good job." For that, he raised his voice just loud enough for his lover to hear, gently nudging him with his leg, giving a careful squeeze to his hand under the table.

"Three months is ample of time so if you would prefer to set it then that would give us time to ensure everything will run smoothly and according to plan," Gilbert nodded, shifting in his seat a little to try and at least get the vibrator away from his prostate. So far it wasn't working very well however the feeling of Ludwig holding his hand and hearing praise for him definitely gave Gilbert a confidence boost, especially in front of the Russian who seemed to be reading right through their act. "We do not discuss Elizaveta where she has no relevance, Ludwig. Aside from that whatever you say, you know what I mean. And you know what a reputation you have already. This is a fairly big meeting- you're just lucky there's no press," the Austrian muttered irritably , his lips pursing into a thin line.

"Good, that sounds perfect then!" The Russian chirped happily, content to return to watching the exchange between uncle and nephew. These meetings were always so lively and fun. Arthur huffed in his seat, scowling further at Gilbert; stupid no good git! Who was he to walk in here like he owned the place!

Ludwig flicked the switch off, giving another gentle squeeze to Gilberts hand. "I assure you, any reputation I have now will be nothing very soon." He swore with an amused grin. Oh yes- just wait until the press got wind that he was settling down with his pregnant boyfriend. That would certainly put his playboy status as nothing for a reputation. "And as I say- Mister Beilschmidt is no whore. He's a lovely human, something you yourself lack uncle. I do believe what is truly tasteless is pointing out a private matter in such a public venue. Everyone else has done well to keep their mouths shut, have they not?" He retorted, before smirking and knocking his pen off the table, locking eyes with his uncle. "Oops." He chirped, before disappearing under the table, flipping off his uncle as he did do. The blonde moved to settle between his lovers legs, peeking up at him with a grin and a little wave.

Gilbert nodded and smiled, content with the exchange with the Russian, he genuinely felt like the large man was the only one not trying to catch him out on something at the table, except for the American who clearly didn't give a single damn about what the hell was going on, occasionally amusedly glancing up to see the Englishman seethe silently. The albino glanced down briefly when felt the movement by his legs, he snickered softly and returned his eyes back to look anywhere but down though nudging his lover gently with his leg in greeting. Roderich rolled his eyes and haughtily decided to ignore what his nephew was doing. He really had no idea what to do with him anymore, but this was his most spectacular debacle in a while.

Ludwig nuzzled his cheek into the others leg gently, pressing a kiss down to his clothed thigh before his fingers traced out gently, "You ok baby? You're doing good. Look how mad my uncle is, its wonderful." He paused, pressing another kiss to his thigh. "Would you like your bj now or later?" He wrote, waggling his brows at the other under the table. God, this whole meeting was a pure delight, and he was more than a little pleased with his uncle's reaction to them. His fingers slid to the others crotch, brushing over it lightly, shifting awkwardly to accommodate the toy inside of him.

All at once, multiple sets of eyes were on the empty space- no one was stupid enough to truly not notice the six foot man vanish. Ivan nudged Alfred under the table, making a little motion and trying not to laugh. Roderich looked so mad, it was so funny! Ivan was willing to bet steam would escape his ears at any moment! Actually- Arthur looked just about the same, crossing his arms over his chest.

Gilbert shook his head slightly and mouthed, 'later'. Over the table he scribbled down on a piece of paper - You are so not sneaky, it physically hurts; he then drew a little heart as an afterthought and slid it over to where Ludwig would theoretically reappear rather soon.

Alfred scribbled down a note and passed it to Ivan. -twenty bucks say Artie will shout him the next break- Honestly the only reason the American showed up to every meeting was for the free entertainment. Vash, on the other side of Roderich, was already so done with the escapades of the rest of the delegation that he just stayed ever silent and watchful, and got work done when everyone else bailed. Roderich was starting to regret not strangling Ludwig as a baby.

Ludwig pouted up at him, sticking his tongue out and mouthing the words, "Mommy, you're so mean." He pressed another kiss down, before moving back up to the table, pen in hand, a small smile tugging at his lips at the note. -You know you love it dear. Are you sure that isn't your butt hurting? Don't forget to breath.- His own heart accompanied it, subtly hitting the button in his pocket once more, a smug grin on his lips.

-You're on, he does seem rather tense. Weren't they together before the Spaniard?- Ivan wrote back, his grin never leaving as the group further discussed plans. "Now then." Arthur said, agitation positively dripping from his voice. "I think that we should restrict access to the bar, as well as ramping up security. Mister Beilschmidt, will your company be able to arrange adequate security from the media? Of course there will be no escaping them on the carpet, but apart from that. After a certain Mister Weillschmidt's escapades at the last event.." A glare was pointed at the blonde, who simply smiled and waggled his fingers in a taunting little wave. "We'd really rather avoid the press."

Gilbert gritted his teeth together at another unmistakable wave of pleasure. "I'm mean?!" he mouthed before turning all his attention to Arthur, as hard as that was to do. "Security, yes. Outside the doors of the venue obviously there can only be very limited control however inside the doors will be secured on invitation only entry basis and if you wish to invited any reporters it will be completely your choice as long as you get them passes, otherwise the area will be very secure in that sense," he said, trying his hardest to not let his voice waver although he couldn't help it becoming barely perceptibly slightly higher pitched as he shifted again.

- ehhhhh it was like… i think they were hooking up… not friends with benefits cuz that implies that you gotta be friends lol but they had something that artie obviously thought was super special or some shiz seeing how he still isn't over it and lud obviously just never gave a damn :/ kinda sad really - Alfred replied, shrugging as he passed the note.

"Good. The last thing we need is another debacle to land in the tabloids." This was said very pointedly at Gilbert, with more than a little bite. Ludwig frowned then, scowling at Arthur. "I assure you, I will be on my best behaviour. No champagne being thrown in my face this time, I should hope. Perhaps you should worry about yourself, dear, or don't you remember the debacle mine covered up last year?" He hummed, smirking as the brit turned a deep shade of red, looking away. Goddamn him. He had to bring that up, didn't he?

-I think it's just jealousy. The sex is very very good with Ludwig, but no one expects much more, and he never leaves first.- He wrote back calmly, shooting Alfred a grin. Oh yes, he was well versed in these games, and while he could understand Arthurs irritation- none of them had ever been allowed to mark the blonde, what set this strange man apart?- he thought it was terribly childish. Oh well, it was plenty amusement for him!

"Ludwig, you are not getting into the papers two Galas in a row. I'm pretty sure you understand that," Roderich said sternly.

"There will be no debacles, and we will ensure a completely safe and press-free environment at the Gala for the evening," Gilbert interrupted, working hard to keep his focus on the business at hand. He saw the snide comment was directed at him, and he figured out why but in his current state it really didn't bother him at all.

-IKR but still, who could actually take a full-blown relationship with him? I mean no offence to the guy, I think he's great ...but relationship-wise I think he'd be a bit overwhelming. Artie doesn't give a crap though. he still thinks he's entitled to something it seems,- Alfred passed with a grin, now watching the exchange between the Brit and the Germans.

Ludwig grit his teeth, trying to keep the honest to god anger from his tone. "I am aware." He hissed out quietly. "Although I still hardly think someone throwing champagne in my face for doing my job was entirely my fault. But I am aware. And of course, we won't bring up Arthur getting drunk and stripping, now will we? Because, of course, as the youngest, I'm the one who gets the most criticism!" It was all but a snarl now, his face agitated but his eyes- his eyes were hurt. "Unless some of you still think so lowly of me to believe I really was cheating on someone I actually loved!" And there it was. The worst part of the Spain debacle.

The room fell silent once more, even Arthur not daring to open his mouth.

Gilbert arched an eyebrow imperceptibly and gently squeezed his hand under the table, his thumb stroking over his knuckles reassuringly. He wanted to comfort him, he really did because honestly he had never seen Ludwig vulnerable like that- and clearly neither had anyone else judging from the uncomfortable silence that enveloped the room and no one wanted to be the first to speak.

Ludwig squeezed back tightly, trying desperately to not show his panic, trying to calm himself without being noticed. Fuck. Why was it that in the end, no matter what he did, these people believed the worst? Even his own uncle! "Don't worry..." He said quietly, and this time it was directed at the Austrian, voice hoarse. "I won't be stupid enough to cause another scene."

Arthur shifted uncomfortably, before Ivan let out a laugh. "Good! That really would be best, wouldn't it!? You're all so funny!"

Roderich cleared his throat. "That's all we needed to hear," he said softly, refusing to admit his fault in this but still feeling acutely uncomfortable. He didn't want to push his nephew like that.

Gilbert let him hold his hand tightly, feeling that he was really on edge and he was already sure that he'd never want to see Ludwig so hurt again. He rubbed his foot against his as well, just trying to show that he was there for him.

Alfred rolled his eyes and clapped Ivan on the shoulder. "Good man, that's exactly what we all need to hear," he said cheerfully.

Ludwig rubbed at the bridge of his nose with a sigh, face pained- it was clear their poking and comments had brought up some things he'd rather not think of. He'd thought he was over this whole debacle. He gave Gilberts hand one last squeeze, before standing. "If you'll excuse me,. I think I'm in desperate need of a cigarette." He muttered, moving out of the room.

Arthur chewed his lip, before finally voicing his thoughts. "...Did we push too far?" He questioned. It really wasn't like the German to do that, to just- stand up and leave.

"You were all very harsh!" Ivan chirped cheerily. "Mister Weillschmidt is still very young, da? Having a lover do that when he was still only twenty one must have been very hard! But you're all so funny and mean, it amuses me a lot!"

"Basically what Comrade Braginsky is trying to say is that you're all dickheads," Alfred clarified, folding his arms over the table, "so yes, you pushed it too far, Artie. Can you stop being so thirsty for him all the time? He's not the kinda guy you get like that."

Gilbert watched him go, chewing on his bottom lip. He had no idea Ludwig was still so affected by the Spain incident but it was obvious everyone else did. Sometimes he forgot that Ludwig was a precious few years younger than everyone else, it only really showed in moments like this.

"I still think it was a fair comment to make- even if we don't take into account the Gala incident, he is still far too adept for causing scenes," Roderich said with a shrug, frowning.

"How about you shut your goddamn mouth!?" Arthur spat back with a scowl. "I'm not thirsty for anyone, you bloody twat! I'm just irritated with the little twit!"

"He did cover up your debacle." Ivan hummed out. "Remember? You got very drunk and started doing a strip tease on the table. His debacle made everyone forget yours." He mused thoughtfully, before pausing with a giggle. "I bet this must be very upsetting for Mister Weillschmidt's new lover!" Violet eyes shot to Gilbert. "Isn't it? You're very different with him. It's, of course, pretty obvious you're the new one." With that, he turned his attention to Roderich- if there was one thing Ivan did, it was pay attention, and while he was incredibly amused, he didn't think the young man deserved all this. "And doesn't he pay all your bills at twenty two? That's right, you wasted your inheritance gambling! But of course, it's the boy that causes the scenes right?" He mused thoughtfully. "What a terrible thing to do, trying to please everyone and financially support a man much older than you who criticizes your every move."

Everyone knew that when Ivan started talking like that it would be the most uncomfortable truths. Gilbert froze on the spot at being called out like that but didn't reply, he didn't know what to reply so just nodded hesitantly, his eye focused on one spot on the table in front of him. It wasn't upsetting for him, not really, but he didn't like seeing Ludwig hurt.

Roderich hated being reminded of that, whatever deal he and his nephew had worked as far as he was concerned, financial aid and all. Family was family and since Ludwig went to lengths to ensure he'd disapprove he could almost swear that the younger man enjoyed the criticism. "That's none of your business, Braginsky," he said stiffly.

"It seems you've made it all of our business by bringing your personal issues with your nephew into our business meeting!" He hummed out cheerily. "Telling him he causes debacles, and scenes- oh and you do think you're high on your horse calling Mister Beilschmidt there a slut, don't you!" He hummed out with a giggle. "No wonder your nephew tries to upset you, if I were him I'd simply kick you to the curb. Ah well. A more patient man than I!" His eyes flickered back to Gilbert, smile softening. "Just keep doing whatever it is you are. It's a pleasant change."

Ludwig sighed, sitting out on the steps of the building, taking a desperate drag on his cigarette, body trembling. Fuck. Every time, without fail, this happened. No one threw the older mens escapades in their faces, even though it often included affairs. Ludwig had at least never cheated, although he'd been taken advantage of by plenty of older men. And now he'd left poor Gilbert in there to fend for himself.

"Ah, slut, huh? Not that I haven't heard that one before," Gilbert said with a shrug. It actually felt quite nice to have some support that wasn't just solely from Ludwig. From the meeting he could tell that Ludwig downplayed a lot of the issues in his family and workplace to him earlier, and now he realised maybe the young ambassador wasn't coping as well with the pressure as he made it look. He had half a mind to go out to him as well but he figured it was in bad taste, so he stayed, employing his best poker face.

The blonde eventually returned, his eyes blank and his face calm, not a hair out of place, nothing but those marks telling anything other than perfection as he quietly took his seat, once more gripping his lovers hand. He didn't look at anyone, instead staring at the papers on his desk silently. Couldn't cause a scene of course. Everything was fine- that's what the young man continually told himself. He'd just had to push the events with Toni from his mind once more; there really was no point in dwelling.

"Welcome back!" Ivan greeted cheerfully. "Look at you, don't you look like the well put together fellow now?" His voice was teasing, and light, but it wasn't hard to hear the irritation in his voice and know that it wasn't at the blonde man.

"Y-yes well.. perhaps we ought to continue..." Arthur mumbled, voice actually meek for once.

Gilbert squeezed his hand in return and rested their hands on Ludwig's thigh. He wanted to say something but refrained as they were still in front of everybody so he simply returned to business like a good representative. "If you have any more questions, comments or concerns regarding the planning at this stage we'll be more than happy to take them into account and ameliorate the overall scheme," Gilbert said calmly, his eyes focused on the brit with subtle disdain.

"I think we should decorate with white calla lilies." Ivan mused. "Since it's black and white. They are very very pretty too! And they smell good. Would you be able to arrange a florist to make bouquets of them?" He questioned calmly.

Ludwig took a shaky breath, moving back to their note. -Baby soon. God, I can't wait to get out of here and go find out about our little one.- He wrote, fingers still trembling.

"Ah, yes, I'll make sure to place the order a fair amount of time in advance so that the quality and quantity will be just right," Gilbert assured him, looking down at the note as it was passed. -Yeah, don't worry so much, darling, we just need to sit through this and then we'll go get my procedure done, just focus on that, alright?- he scribbled, slipping it back over to him with a soft smile.

Ludwig gave a subtle little nod, visibly relaxing. This meeting had not at all gone the way he'd intended it to. He'd expected it to be a little dramatic- but not for it to actually affect him at all. He shifted his chair slightly closer to his lover, his eyes daring anyone to say anything. Right now, he simply needed the comfort of the older man being there. For all his toughness and calm exterior- it really did get to him.

Gilbert stroked his hand over Ludwig's thigh gently, feeling just how tense and on edge he was. He briefly thought of turning on the toy inside his lover but quickly figured that now was not the time- Ludwig hardly seemed in the mood for it. He just glanced up at the clock, waiting for the meeting to end. The atmosphere was just as tense for everyone else except for Ivan and possibly Alfred, no one wanted to say anything insensitive again, but at the same time no one wanted to apologise.

The blonde mouthed a thank you to his lover, offering a weak smile to the older man, before turning his attention to the rest of the room. "If that's everything, Mister Beilschmidt and I have an appointment that, at this moment, I'd far rather be at then here." His voice was cold, and pained as he spoke. "So if you'll excuse us, we're going to take our leave with me being utterly grateful it's a month before I have to see any of you again." With that, he took Gilberts hand and stood, ignoring his uncle in particular as he led them to the door. When they reached outside, he lit another cigarette, taking a deep drag before pulling Gilbert close and kissing him deeply. "Thank fucking God…" He murmured against him. "If you hadn't of been there, I feel I would have snapped." He confessed.

Gilbert grabbed at the lapels of his blazer and pulled him down into another kiss. "God, baby, I didn't know you were still hurting," he murmured against his lips, he was just glad they could get out of that oppressive atmosphere. "Cheer up though, okay? You're going to be a daddy soon," he said with a soft smile.

Ludwig wound his arms tight around the other, whether in protectiveness or desperation was unclear, honestly not caring at that point if any of his co-workers saw. "It's… something that having thrown in my face still causes a bit of pain." He answered carefully. "I don't still hurt over Toni… I hurt that I had my heart broken and they deem it well enough to throw it at me." He visibly relaxed at the words, giving a little nod. "That's right… just need to focus on that." He kissed Gilbert once more, before leading him to the car, helping him inside and cradling his hand close as he directed the driver to the lab they were to meet the doctor at. "It's still an experimental procedure." He explained to his lover softly. "But if your body can handle it, he assured me it should work."

"Oh, I'm not scared but still just in case I die, I'm dragging you down to hell with me because I never pictured my death to be from a pregnancy," he teased and leaned against his side, nuzzling into him and closing his eyes, "the thought that we'll have a little one is so amazing though- and I can do anything I want for the next nine months and no one can say shit," he grinned.

"I won't let anyone say a harsh word to you." He agreed, lightly stroking over the others stomach. "And by the Gala… you should just be starting to show. You'll be gorgeous. Goddamn you'll be stunning baby." He murmured, leaning down to kiss his head gently. When they arrived, he led Gilbert inside, keeping him close as the doctor introduced himself, instructing Gilbert to take off his shirt and unbutton his pants, and to lay on the bed. Ludwig made sure to hold tight to his lovers hand as the doctor performed an ultrasound, just to make sure all his organs were functioning properly.

"Well, the good news is, the procedure should work." The doctor told them with a smile. "It'll be expensive, but Mr. Weillschmidt here has assured me that's fine." He moved to the side table, getting the tools needed, first injecting Gilberts flat stomach with some anesthetic. "So basically, how it works, is we're going to inject you with an egg fertilized with Mr. Weillschmidt heres sperm that has been on freeze for sometime…"

Ludwig shrugged sheepishly, mumbling about having wanted a surrogate someday since he was far too into men to ever have a child the natural way.

"...submerged in the new formula we've been working on. That's what should allow for an artificial womb to grow with the child. Since the egg is already fertilized and a little ways along, about three weeks or so, you should know within days whether the procedure has worked. You'll feel nausea, sensitivity throughout your body- essentially, for the next eight or so months, your body will be reacting like a pregnant woman." He explained, before readying the large needle.

"It's ok…" Ludwig soothed, stroking over his lovers hand. "Just a little pinch, you're doing so good baby…" He crooned as the doctor injected the egg into his lover.

Gilbert chewed on his bottom lip as the procedure was being done. He couldn't downplay the fact that he was nervous but the explanations were definitely helping. He was still surprised at what he was getting himself into but he wanted it, he was very sure he wanted it. He held on tight to Ludwig's hand, he wasn't afraid of needles but admittedly this unnerved him quite a bit, knowing that by the time the doctor pulled the needle out he'd be pregnant, despite all laws on nature. "And I can't have a miscarriage or something weird like that, right?" he asked carefully.

"Not at all." The doctor assured. "It'll either take or it won't. If it does, it should be a completely healthy pregnancy, albeit the baby may be a little bit premature, but not early enough to cause the baby harm." He finally pulled the needle out, as Ludwig gently stroked his lovers hair, praising him softly, sweet words falling from his lips.

"Now then, I'm going to need you to come in every few weeks for check ups. Considering the egg was fertilized and developed to the three week mark, and it'll like be premature by two to three weeks, you realistically have about seven and a half months to prepare. Congratulations." He gently ran the wand back over the others stomach, letting the couple see the small little bean inside of Gilberts stomach. "There it is. There's your baby."

"Holy shit..." Gilbert breathed, simply staring at the display, instinctively clutching at his lovers hand tighter. He couldn't believe that he was actually, legitimately pregnant. He already felt fiercely protective of the child- which wasn't even a child yet in the first place but it took his breath away nevertheless.

"That's our baby…." Ludwig breathed, absolutely awestruck as he pressed a joyful kiss to Gilberts lips, all sadness from earlier melting away. "Oh God… that's our baby."

The doctor smiled warmly at the couple. "Now, Mister Beilschmidt, you're going to have to take it a bit easy, you're going to be sore for the next few days as your body tries to adjust. I have no doubt Mister Weillschmidt here will take good care of you."

Ludwig gave a little nod, his eyes still wide and mesmerized as he stared at the ultrasound screen.

"Oh, I'm sure," Gilbert laughed softly and tugged him down for another excited kiss. "See, you're finally a daddy," he grinned widely, his arms around his lovers broad shoulders, he didn't care if he was going to be sore, he was still overjoyed and excited and he wasn't even sure just what his feelings were doing.

Ludwig gently helped his lover back into his clothes, continuing to press sweet kisses to his lovers face as he scooped him up into his arms, cradling him close and carrying him to the car. "Gilbert…" He whispered once they were inside, buckling the other in carefully and stroking over his stomach. "Our baby is in here…. our little baby…" He gave the driver instructions to head to the mall, still cradling his love close. And he did love him. He knew now he did. And he was going to do everything he could to protect Gilbert, and make him so incredibly happy.

Gilbert laughed and raised his shirt over his stomach, not caring if it was inappropriate, laying down Ludwig's hand on the bare skin, a small red mark where the doctor had injected him. "What are we going to name it?" he asked softly, closing his eyes in pure bliss just from knowing how careful and loving his childs father was going to be.

"If its a girl... Arabella." He breathed out softly, rubbing lovingly over the skin. His touches were tender, trying to convey how he felt to the other. "And for a boy... Dieter maybe?" Ludwig suggested, sliding from his spot on the seat of the car to between Gilberts legs once more, this time to press soft sweet kisses across the still bruised and marked tummy.

"Sounds good," Gilbert laughed and brushed his fingers through his lovers hair, leaning back against the seat to expose all of his stomach to the other. "Do you want it to be a girl or a boy?" he asked curiously, "and should we sort out the nursery before or after we find out?"

"I think a sweet little girl- our sweet little girl- would be absolutely amazing, but any child, I'm going to love with everything in me." He told him, before smiling up at him. "Why don't we wait a little while to do the nursery, my love. We've still a lot of time until our little one comes to see Mommy and Daddy... seven and a half months. We can do the rest of the house how you want it now, and pick up a few things for the nursery, like the furniture, and then wait until we find out if our little angel is a boy or a girl to actually set it up- although I think we should do gender neutral either way. I want our little one to know it doesn't have to like only certain colors, seems a little silly." He mused.

"Yeah, seeing as our kids mother is quite frankly a man it does seem silly to enforce the traditional gender standards either way," Gilbert agreed, lovingly stroking through the young ambassadors hair, "and we don't have to do too much shopping today- honestly, we just need a table. As for everything else, on the whole I like your house a lot but aside from that you should leave something for me to do when I'm on maternity leave- I'll have plenty of time to mess around with the curtains then," he laughed.

"That's true." Ludwig agreed with a wry smile, pressing another soft kiss down. "Maybe we could do a mural in the little ones room when it comes time. Some scenery, or an enchanted forest or something." He mused, nuzzling the skin in front of him adoringly. "And I suppose it would be best to leave you something to do on your maternity leave… but at least let me pick up a few stuffed animals for baby today?" His eyes were wide, lips playfully and pouty. "Does this mean I get to wear one of those dork t-shirts that say worlds best dad? Because I will honestly wear it everywhere." He said quite seriously.

"Oh my god, don't embarrass our child," Gilbert laughed, smacking him on the shoulder playfully before leaning down and kissing him gently on the lips, "just the most important thing is that you don't get too busy with work, alright? I'm too beautiful, irresponsible and rich to be a single mother- and I'd rather not find a replacement daddy," he teased.

"I swear I won't get too busy with work. And if I do- I'll take baby with me to work. We can get one of those tummy carriers and I can keep it with me." He mused. "Especially on days mommy is tired- Daddy will take over. I don't want you to do this alone, not at all." He said firmly, kissing back sweetly. "This is our baby… we're going to do the work equally."

"I'm sure your uncle will be absolutely thrilled for us," he mused with a laugh. He was quite relieved that Ludwig was so serious about this, because honestly the lifestyle of a single mother, even a rich one, did not appeal to him much.

"My uncle can go fuck himself." He answered calmly. "You're the lady of the house. You have full control. He merely lives there- he really can't complain since I financially support him. So if he says anything to you… or God forbid about our little one… I will kick him to the curb before he even has time to think."

"Hush, darling, family is family and blood is thicker than water," Gilbert mused, scratching at Ludwig's scalp with a pleased expression, "I'm sure we'll all get along splendidly, he will absolutely love me!" he grinned, dealing with cranky older man was one of his specialities and as the lady of the house he knew he had full control so he would definitely amuse himself at the expense of Roderich.

"I suppose." He sighed gently, moving back up beside him to bury his face into the others neck. "I just don't want him to upset you the way he upsets me." He mumbled softly. "Either way- I'm still willing to take our baby to work with me. Actually, I'd be happy to, means I get to show off our little angel." He teased.

"It actually very hard to upset me, so I wouldn't worry so much, " he reassured him and petted his hair, shifting to make it easier for the young ambassador to rest against him, "and I suppose you can take our baby to work...but only after at least six months and not for long! Work is not a healthy environment," he asserted.

"Not for long." He agreed, capturing his lovers lips in a sweet kiss. "But enough to show baby off right? You can of course come too. I have that nice office… you could nap on the couch… or we could cuddle while I work…" He mused, nuzzling back into him.

"Mmm, yes, I can visit you at work with our child from time to time," Gilbert said with a bright smile, placing his hands on the younger man's cheeks as he kissed him, "speaking of work...I really need to find someone I trust with running my business while I'm away- for however long I am. I'll have to figure it out in the next few weeks. I can still sign paperwork but I need someone to actively work."

"I can help you try to find someone." He offered softly, peppering kisses to his face and hair. Finally, they arrived at the mall, Ludwig helping Gilbert out of the car, winding an arm around his waist and stroking over his tummy as they headed inside. "Can we at least go look at the baby store?" He questioned, almost with the excitement of a small child at christmas.

"Yeah, of course, darling," Gilbert agreed, leaning against his side gladly as they walked. It was just too endearing just how excited Ludwig seemed to be. He gladly let the younger man take him to the baby store, one of the largest shops.

Ludwig gently tugged him along, eyes wide with wonder as he looked around, never letting go of the other as he took everything in. Finally, he opted to start at the cribs, leading Gilbert along. "What kind of crib do we want to get baby?" He questioned curiously, blue eyes flickering over each, taking in every detail and feature.

"A metal one that locks from all sides, probably," he snickered, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he let his eyes sweep over the cribs, "but if I'm serious- one with the whole curtain thing- or alternatively one with a changing table attached because that would be convenient...mahogany, I think," he mused.

"That could work." He agreed. "I do like the one with the netting, i'd worry about bugs in the summer. " His eyes flickered to another, and smiled. It had a fold out change table attached, but still had the netting. "What about something like this?" He questioned curiously.

"Ah, looks good to me, darling," he beamed, cocking his head to the side as he studied the crib carefully, his protective maternal side flaring up again but he found the crib Ludwig picked quite satisfactory.

Ludwig too was very carefully inspecting it, still holding on to the other. "I just think its features would be useful. The room we have for a nursery is incredibly large, so something like this just means we'd be able to get other things for the baby, and for you."

"We can have a big playing mat to fill the space for when the baby is a little bit older. Perhaps a toy train set, because those are just incredibly cool," he mused, placing his hand on the younger mans hand at his waist and lacing their fingers together.

"And a rocking chair." He offered helpfully. "My mom always had a rocking chair in my room when I was little; she'd rock me in it before bed and sing me songs and tell me stories." He explained. "I was thinking we could get a little bed in there too so we can lay with baby if we want." Ludwig suggested. "We're definitely doing disposable diapers, right?" He questioned, leading Gilbert to the next aisle. His eyes lit up as he spotted something- an inflatable duck infant tub. "This! We can get this for baby too, right!? It's non gendered, so it'd work either way, and it's so cute!"

"Yeah, a rocking chair would be nice- actually we could just put a fold-out sofa in there instead of a bed for us, it seems more practical," he hummed, letting the younger man lead him along, "oh god, that is cute! Yes, we can definitely get that," he beamed.

"That does sound much more practical." Ludwig agreed, putting the duck into their cart. "Should we get a mobile for above babys bed?" He questioned, eyes flickering through until he found a soft one. "Or do we just want to sing baby lullabies at bed time ourselves?" He questioned.

"We could buy one anyway, in case we're not in the mood or too busy or something like that," he asserted, leaning back against Ludwig's chest. "I just realised I'll probably need to buy maternity clothes as well."

"That's a good idea." He agreed, picking the cutest one before continuing. "Yes, we will." Ludwig smiled, kissing his lovers head gently. "Some cute clothes- you can get shirts, pants, dresses. Anything you want darling, I'll buy you anything you want, ok?"

He grinned and leaned up, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Thanks, baby, but don't forget, I'm still actually very much capable of supporting myself financially," he pointed out with a smile.

"I know." He grinned. "But won't mommy let Daddy spoil him? I told you honey, I want to take extra good care of you and baby. And that means doing everything I can." He led him to the clothes section, nudging him gently. "I mean it. We can wait until you start showing to get a bunch- but if there's anything here you see that you like, we can get it." He told him with a smile, before noticing once of the Dad shirts, reading "Proud Daddy", and his face absolutely lit up. "Gil look! I can definitely wear this, right!?" He questioned- it was clear that the blonde was so incredibly excited to be a parent.

"You dork!" Gilbert laughed, face palming. He flipped through the clothes idly, humming to himself. "I think I'll wait until I get a bump before renewing my wardrobe, I should be good for another two to three weeks, I suppose, and I do take so long when I shop for clothes, you wouldn't want to be here with me," he mused, running his fingers through his hair.

"I'll definitely want to be there with you." Ludwig retorted, smiling crookedly at the other. "I want to be there with you every step of the way. But we can wait baby." He agreed with a smile, glancing back at the t-shirt before slipping it into the cart. That was when he spotted it. He absolutely had to buy it- the large golden colored soft teddy bear in the corner, almost the same size as Gilbert himself. "We can get that- it can be babys first teddy, and they can nap in it." He mused, setting it in the cart. It was clear the blonde was going to be one of those proud daddies who gave their child the world.

"We are going to raise a spoiled little brat, I hope you realise that," Gilbert laughed, shaking his head playfully, "but our kid deserves the very best- so let's get that teddy bear," he grinned widely.

"We'll make sure they have good values?" Ludwig offered with a grin. "I just want to be a good daddy and give you and baby everything I can." He laughed, putting the bear into the cart. "We should probably wait to get everything else though." The young ambassador murmured, playfully woeful. If he had his way, they'd get everything right away, and set up the nursery- but he was aware it was better to wait. When they had what they were getting, Ludwig led him to the furniture store. "So..." He grinned, casually hitting the button in his pocket. "What kind of table should we get? Something nice and sturdy... I think it should definitely be one our favorite spots." He purred.

"Y-you absolute asshole," he gasped softly, his eyes going wide as he instinctively clutched onto his lovers hand tighter. "You know I'm pretty your doctor saw it in the ultrasound," he huffed, closing his eyes for a moment. "But yes, table. It has to be much sturdier than the one before- it was too easy to break," he muttered, trying to keep himself under control, "probably oak or something."

"You still have my remote too." Ludwig reminded with a hum, smirking down at his lover. "Definitely. Something... thick... and large..." He purred, tone teasing. "I know how much you like things like that, my love."

"Y-yeah, something that could take a pounding...just like you," he retorted, burying his face in Ludwig's arm for a moment as a barely perceptible moan slipped past his lips. With less pressure on him right now he was much worse at controlling himself. "And I'll get you back...when you don't expect i-it..." he groaned.

"Is that a threat, love?" He teased, smirking. "Perhaps when we get home... we can test it out." He waggled his eyebrows at the other, spotting a nice, shiny table, large enough to seat twelve. "Big enough?" He questioned. "I could definitely see myself being slammed into this one, I think it could take it."

"Y-yeah, that looks about big enough..." he breathed, still clutching onto him tightly, obviously getting more and more flustered and frustrated. "And, ah, durable as well- I'm pretty sure we won't get refunds if we break it on the first try..." he muttered.

"Agreed," Ludwig quickly paid for it, setting up a delivery time before practically dragging Gilbert to the car. He shoved their purchases into the trunk, before getting into the back with his lover. Giving the driver instructions to take them home, he raised the divide between the man and them, moving without hesitation between his lovers legs. "I still owe you a blow job." He told him with a deviant smirk, tugging the others zipper down and freeing his cock before taking it into his mouth. "Mmmm... mommy..." He groaned around him. "Fuck, Gilbert, you taste incredible."

Gilbert was achingly hard by then and he couldn't help but buck into his lovers mouth. "Mmm, there we go, Daddy, that's better," he laughed breathlessly before reaching into his own pocket and pressing the button on the remote.

A shaky gasp escaped the younger mans lips, as he drug his tongue slowly from base to tip, before closing his lips around the head, squirming to get the toy deeper, even as he turned up the vibrations on Gilberts. Ludwig sucked greedily, tongue dipping into the slit to coax his treat out.

Gilbert moaned needily as he felt the vibrations increase even more and so he started rocking his hips slowly, a bright blush on his cheeks as he tried to bite his lip to stifle his moans at least a little bit. Ludwig's mouth around him felt absolutely heavenly and he couldn't get enough.

Ludwig readily took to the movements, hollowing his cheeks out and allowing the other to thrust into his mouth, gripping his hips gently. Fuck, he loved doing this, and somehow, doing it in the back of his car made it feel all the more dirty and exciting.

"G-god, Ludwig! Y-you're going to have to fuck me, Ludwig," he whined, spreading his legs wider, trembling with ecstasy, "put your cock in me right next to the vibrator! Come on, Daddy!"

"You got it, baby." He groaned, tugging the pants down and off, before pressing into him along side the toy. He kissed Gilbert deeply, beginning to slam into him, fast and hard, moving to tug the other onto his lap, thrusting up into him greedily as he cradled him close. Still, he was careful, not wanting to harm the little bean in his stomach.

Gilbert moaned so loudly that he was pretty sure the driver could hear him. "O-oh, baby... ah! Keep going, it feels a-amazing!" he whined, holding onto the lapels of the ambassadors blazer. He reached a hand into his pocket and cranked up the intensity of Ludwigs vibrator.

"Pa- ahhh!- tient baby! Gotta be gentle, don't wanna hurt our little bean." He groaned, burying his face in the others neck as vibrations rippled through him. He snapped his hips forward once more, angling carefully to slam into the others prostate.

"D-don't, ah, worry! Our baby is not in my ass, wreck me!" Gilbert whined and panted, clutching at Ludwig's previously impeccably styled hair. He slammed his hips down hard in time with Ludwig's thrusts, moaning wantonly.

"Mm, I suppose thats true." He chuckled, slamming up into him fast and hard, thrusting the toy in opposite time with his cock, filling him completely.

"Oh god... Yes! Yes!" Gilbert moaned loudly and felt the knots twist hard in the pit of his stomach. "Oh! Oh god! I'm so close, baby..." he mewled, feeling the vibrations and Ludwig's cock slamming into his sweet spot drive him crazy.

"Do you like that baby?" He purred lowly, slamming into him again. "Do you like feeling my cock pressing into you? Oh but you're such a greedy little darling, wanting more." Ludwig teased, nipping the others throat, trying to withstand his own set of vibrations, as he slammed in again. "Let go for me, mommy dear. Show me how pretty you look when you cum."

Gilbert's back arched and his face contorted in absolute bliss as took took only another rough thrust into him until he came with a cry, tugging at his lovers hair in desperation. It didn't matter how many orgasms Ludwig had already given him, every single one was of intensity that only a handful of his previous lovers would have been able to matc

Ludwig swallowed it down with a smile, before moving to curl back up into his lovers side, burying his face in the others neck as he helped his lover back into his pants. "So when we get home, we can unpack your stuff and rearrange the bedroom, ok?" He murmured, nipping and sucking at his neck lightly. "Let me make you a nice dinner tonight? To celebrate our little one?" He asked, the young ambassadors voice so filled with adoration.h.

"Ah, you're too sweet to me, darling," he smiled and leaned down, pressing a fond kiss to the young ambassadors forehead. It really was amazing, Gilbert found, that aside from the sex they actually had the... romance. All the romance he had before was rather pretentious.

"You're supposed to be sweet to people you l- care so so much about, right?" He questioned softly, a flush dancing on his cheeks. It was too soon to say that word. Even if he thought he felt it, he'd wait to say it. He didn't want to rush, not that part of their relationship anyhow. They already had a baby growing together, he wanted to let their love blossom from the deep affection and possessive protectiveness that they both felt for one another, into something really real. Something that would last. Whether it was the naivety of his age, or coming from how strongly Gil made him feel in such a short amount of time, how attached he got so fast- Ludwig truly believed they could make this work. The older man complimented him so well, was the first person that truly intrigued and understood him. And Gilbert did understand him- that much was clear from the quiet comfort he had offered at the meeting earlier.

"Oh, I suppose that is true, Daddy," Gilbert smiled and kissed his cheek gently. "Oh, you're blushing, how cute," he commented with a wide grin and pulled him close, peppering kisses all over his face. He couldn't quite understand why on earth the other man made him feel so giddy, but he already understood that he was in way over his head...and while it should've been terrifying, it was actually exciting.

The flush deepened more as the other pointed it out, causing the younger man to bury his face into Gilberts neck. That was the other thing that was so strange. Gilbert allowed him to be his age- somehow he broke Ludwigs calm, cool adult mask, and allowed the excitable young man underneath to show through. It was- an amazing feeling. How long had it been since Ludwig had felt that kind of innocent happiness? Far too long.

"Now, now, how do you do it? You're so shameless one moment then a complete wreck the next," Gilbert teased, stroking through his hair with a grin. It was honestly endearing just how vulnerable and naive the younger man could be, it made Gilbert very protective of him.

"Don't tease!" He whined, burying his face in closer to the other. "It's you... you manage to make me drop all my defenses. I don't know how you do it." He murmured with a laugh. "For five years, I haven't let anyone really close. I've.. well I've fallen in love... but even then, I kept it to myself." He said softly. "You're so so different. You bring out things in me I didn't even know there was." He confessed, pressing a small, soft kiss to the crook of his neck.

"You're just my little lovesick puppy, huh?" Gilbert hummed, and held him close to himself, wrapping his legs around his lovers waist to pull him closer. "But I'm glad you're so honest with me, darling, I'd hate to carry your child and have no idea how you feel about me," he pointed out.

He cradled the other close as the car finally pulled into the driveway. "Perhaps I am. You don't overly mind though do you?" Ludwig teased. "I want us to be honest with one another." He agreed, smiling at the other as he kissed his head. "You're carrying my child, darling, and I'm so hooked on you already. God, I feel so protective of you and baby, Gilbert. I want to make sure you're safe and happy." He told him firmly, dipping his head and kissing him passionately- yet oh so tenderly. Picking him up, he gently carried the other into the house and to the bedroom. The blonde sat the older man on the bed before rummaging through the closet, grabbing his extra blankets and pillows. He carefully got the other situated, propping him up and tucking him in, making sure he was comfortable. "I want you to take it easy." He said softly. "The doctor said you'd be in pain for a few days. So you rest, and I'll unpack. If you want, you can take a nap while I make your dinner ok? I have a surprise for you anyhow." A playful grin tugged at his lips. "So you have to stay here and not peek!"

"I guess, now that I think about it I do feel a little queasy. I shouldn't have made you fuck me in the car," he laughed softly, reaching down into his pants and easing the vibrator out of himself with a soft groan. He was honestly feeling a little light-headed but it was nothing drastic however with how much sleep they had gotten the night before he was easily up for a nap. "Alright," he said, "do whatever you want, I'll be here."

Ludwig leaned down and softly kissed his head, stroking idly through his hair. "If you need me baby, you call me. Immediately, ok?" He murmured. One last kiss, and Ludwig left the room. The first thing he did of course was removed the toy from inside of him, groaning as he did so. Thank God. Maybe now he could think clearly. Ludwig sighed softly, brushing his fingers through his hair before sitting down on the couch to plan what he was going to do. He had already intended to make Gilbert dinner; but he didn't feel that was enough. Not for the mother of his child. Finally, he had it, a smile on his lips as he headed to the kitchen to start working. Tonight would be the night he would win Gilbert over with more than his body.

Gilbert simply relaxed after Ludwig left the room, nuzzling down into the blankets and pillows, pulling his knees up to his chest. He couldn't help but notice that the bed smelled like Ludwig and it made him smile. He closed his eyes and let himself fall into light sleep, feeling warm and safe in the young ambassadors house.