Ludwig continued his telephone conversation as he entered the room. German words flowing from his mouth as his tie is removed by his own hands, running one of his hands through his hair as he does when he is annoyed.

Feliciano entered soon after. Unlike Ludwig he was done talking to his boss, his brother was "hanging" out with Antonio, and he was well rested from his na-I mean- meeting. Overall he was good and ready for bed. His tie, jacket, and shirt were already gone leaving him in his under shirt and brown pants.

Ludwig didn't flinch as Feliciano pressed himself into Ludwig's back. Hands going up Ludwig's clothed chest and rubbing the points where his nipples are, they began to perk as Feliciano's touch.

This was a usual dance the two did; Ludwig attempting to work and the Italian trying to get some attention. It was both fortunate and unfortunate for the German at how skilled Feliciano's hands were and his experience at handling those he wanted to either wanted to please or wanted something from. The only three people who knew about Feliciano's "special skills" were Ludwig, Romano (he had a very matching skill), and Francis (he had helped a little bit with it) and no one else believed that it was true.

Ludwig's words began to sound strained, his undershirt being revealed when Feliciano unbuttoned it and pulled it from Ludwig's shoulders. Feliciano's face turned from his usual expression of a dumb happy young man to something akin to being very concentrated while he walked around Ludwig. Taking the blonde man's hand and kissing this fingers, his tongue reaching out to lick between the digits. Hot breathe coating the hand more then his spit, he sucked them harder and smirked as he heard Ludwig make a attempt at keeping his on phone conversation going. Feliciano's curl seemed to curl into a sharper circle on his head, it was like a antenna, changing shape and moving when his emotions willed it. It even turned into a heart sometimes, Germany would never admit that he finds it adorable.

With the Italian starting to sink to his knees Ludwig strained his ears to listen to his boss. While his lover was incredibly sensual (and Italian) he was still the representative of a entire nation. His priorities for his country came first, then he would cum second.

"Ja, Ja ich bin immer noch heir." Ludwig responded to his boss while his eyes remained on Feliciano. The one on his knees smiled upward at him, the smile and look of confidence distracted his victim. Small but able hands taking hold of the zipper and pulling down, the zipper releasing the teeth that caged Ludwig's penis until it was to the bottom of the teeth. Feliciano taking comfort in the familiar black briefs his German boy toy still wears (aside from the boxers Ludwig is picky about his undies) before mouthing the cloth of the briefs. Ludwig running a hand through his hair again, inhaling sharply through his nose and letting it out through his mouth. Keeping himself from making too much noise while Feliciano works on him.

Using his fingers to slide the front opening on the briefs open and letting Ludwig's penis emerge. Feliciano standing up to look at Ludwig's face. Standing on his tippy toes and placing a light kiss on his lips. The hand that was worn from work with olives, papers, and kneading dough into a pine strand of pasta noodles gently rubbed around the top of the penis. Fully gripping the penis until he started to pump it, his lips still barely touching Ludwig's. The thumb pressing and rubbing onto the tip, a slight nail digging into the flesh and made Ludwig hiss. Hand going to Feliciano's face face, the warning for being rough around that area was clear enough.

Rubbing faster Ludwig's penis was hard, Standing at attention and awaiting penetration orders. Feliciano taking hold of Ludwig's pant sides and pulling them down until they were around his knees, then ankles, Ludwig kicking them away. As Ludwig began speaking into his phone with the voice that Feliciano recognized as the one he gave his superiors. Feliciano licking the tip of Ludwig's cock, twirling his tongue around the edge and dipping it into the slit. He tasted salt and the precum of Ludwig on his tongue, it was warm and made the back of his throat tickle. Feliciano curled his toes inside of his shoes, an uncomfortable action, shifting his weight on his knees out of inpatients. His lips pursed and he started to bob, Ludwig having to fully cover his mouth to keep from moaning and making sex noises on to the phone through to his boss.

"Gute-nacht," Ludwig said into the phone, Feliciano looking up at him while his curl slowly grew tighter, Feliciano didn't even wait for the click of the phone turning off before he reacted.

Feliciano jumped from the floor so fast it almost made up for his regular laziness. Ludwig being ready and catching the smaller nation so that Feliciano was on his tippy toes while their mouths pressed together and the tongues invading one another's mouth.

I probably don't have to explain to you what happens next?

Ludwig laying overtop of Feliciano with their faces so close to each other it was hard to tell who was breathing and who was panting. Feliciano's face was almost enough to finish Ludwig off; eyes pressed closed to the point that it looked painful, mouth open like he was screaming but the only noise coming out is moans and gasps like a dying puppy. His pants open and shirt wet from sweat and semen, his hand over Ludwig's cock while Ludwig's hand was over Feliciano's own cock. The two were thrusting in time with their partners pumping hands.

With a deep grunt from both parties Ludwig came again first, Feliciano came barely a few second after. Both were left panting and breathing heavy, Ludwig gently squeezing Feliciano's cock as if it were his hand.

Ludwig would later on wish he had waited for the click of the phone turning off before hand. So would his boss.