Just a warning: This chapter contains sexual things. Not actual sex, but sexual things. But I'm sure if you're reading this story, that's a huge part of why you're reading it, so enjoy~
Feliciano couldn't—Oh Dio, he had never known having his earlobe sucked would feel like that. It felt so sinful, so forbidden... and he loved it. He bucked his own hips in return to the friction Ludwig's movement had made, at the same time realizing that his arousal was straining in his boxers and pressing firmly into the other man, who seemed to be just as hard.
He moved his hands further into Ludwig's boxers until he could grab the firm flesh and softly shape the rounded muscle with the sides of his hands. Getting a wave of confidence again, he moved his hands more to the sides and squeezed as hard as he could, feeling the German's bottom tense beneath them.
Immediately, Ludwig chuckled darkly, pulling his mouth away from the tender lobs. "You little schleichen," he purred. He shifted so he could place a hand on Feliciano's torso, lightly dragging it down to the hem of his boxers. When he saw that the man wouldn't pull away, he delved lower, slipping under the waistband to cup the hardness in his hand. He softly stroked it, able to fit near all of it in his hand.
At Ludwig's sudden grip of his arousal, he couldn't help but throw his head back and moan in pleasure. It was enough to dizzy him again—even with his eyes half-open, he could barely see anything but stars for a few seconds. His hands involuntarily squeezed Ludwig's ass even harder, as the rest of his body was clenching or flexing as well.
"Ludwig...," he gasped, bucking his hips forward, into the man's wonderful hand.
"Yes?" he asked teasingly, putting more pressure into his rubbing as he placed his lips under the other's jaw. "What is it?" Ludwig asked.
"Don't... stop, ah...!" Feliciano groaned, writhing slightly in Ludwig's grip and continuing to bend his head back in ecstasy. Seemingly of their own accord, his legs wrapped themselves around the other man, pulling him even closer. He kept his hands in the other's boxers, but moved them around to the front so he could take Ludwig's own hardness in his hand and rub, trying to make the German feel the same way he did.
He stifled a groan and—verdammt, that felt good. Having those hands on his member made want him even more. With ease, Ludwig hooked his thumbs into the other's boxers and pulled, leaving him bare as he kissed a trail for Feliciano's chest to just above his erection, eyes never leaving his face.
Feliciano let out a gasp of relief as his erection was freed from the restraint of his boxers, and then more gasps as he felt Ludwig kiss down his chest. He kept staring into those blue, lustful eyes, even as he was forced to lie back on the bed and let go of the other man's hardness. Being completely naked should have made him feel vulnerable, he supposed, but he felt completely safe with Ludwig. And as the German stopped just short of his aching erection, he had a feeling he knew what was coming next, and the thought thrilled him.
Catching the lusty excited glint in Feliciano's eyes, Ludwig no sign he was going too far and placed one last kiss before moving to his erection. He brushed his nose up its length, breathing in the unique but quaint musk before letting his tongue glide over the head. Slowly, he let half of the turgid flesh into his mouth before sucking lightly, enjoying the taste.
"Ah... L-Lud... wig...," he moaned in between shuddering breaths, feeling the pleasure the German was giving him surge through his whole body. He felt every muscle in his body tense, and he had to clutch the fabric of the cot very heard to keep himself from writhing too much—though he couldn't stop himself from bucking his hips upward.
Ludwig took the length into his mouth but held his hips down to keep from choking. Grinning, he hollowed out his cheeks and sucked harder, letting his tongue tease at the vein.
Having his hips pinned to the cot was almost like torture, though Feliciano was glad for it, since he didn't want to thrust too hard into Ludwig's mouth. He moaned again, this time deeper and longer, and it didn't even sound like his voice to him anymore. He moved his hands from the cot to the other man's head, tangling his fingers in his blonde hair and directing it in his own rhythm, though he tried his hardest not to push down too hard.
Smiling at this, Ludwig continued, letting him thrust just a little to sate his need and enjoyed watching him clawing at the sheets.
Feliciano wrapped what he could of his legs around Ludwig's back and continued to gasp and moan, making no attempt to hold them in. Feliciano already felt close, and he didn't know how much longer he could take this...
But suddenly, Ludwig pulled away and wiped his mouth. He leaned forward and nuzzled Feliciano's neck before looking in his face. "I need to get something," he apologized, then got up to walk over to his desk. He could ignore his need now, knowing what was coming. He just needed a certain little bottle...
Feliciano nodded, still in a haze of pleasure, and watched Ludwig as he searched his desk. Licking his lips, he tried not to get too impatient, as he was pretty sure what the German was looking for….
And finally, he found what he was looking for. A small bottle of lotion, just in the very bottom of the top drawer in his desk. Ludwig turned around and walked back to the cot, smiling at the breathless Italian there. The bed creaked slightly as he sat in between his legs, parting them a little more. "Have you done this before?" he asked, meaning for it to be more of a joke than anything. No one this beautiful could be left alone for long.
"Not with a man," he breathed, staring up at Ludwig's face and meeting his eyes with his own. Then he swallowed slightly, but not so much with nervousness as it was with want. "Have you ever... been with a man before?" His voice got slightly quieter as he asked that.
Well, he hadn't expected that. Did that mean this was all new to him? Being dominated by a man… that had to be a sharp turn from his normalcy with females. It made him nervous but happy at the same time…. Sure, he had the pressure of being even more gentle, but that meant he was probably the only man he'd ever been with. After all, he seemed so willing.
"Just once, but it didn't mean anything," he replied, remembering that time. It had been a few years back; he'd had a break down and drank a little too much. The man had been gone when he had woken up, and he was thankful, not wanting to face the fact he had just screwed another male.
It seemed different now, though—he wanted to make it mean something with Feliciano. He rubbed his thigh softly and hoped he understood that he wouldn't be using him.
It wasn't difficult to notice that the man above him seemed slightly nervous, as though he was put off or surprised by what Feliciano had said. He got slightly worried for a second, not wanting to do that to him. And he couldn't say he had expected Ludwig to have been with other men before, but it wasn't extremely surprising.
"You're much better than any woman, though," he told him, unconsciously widening the gap between his legs a little more for him at the soft touch.
Ludwig's eyes softened as he smiled, letting out a small breath. "I could say the same about you." He winked, though he felt a little silly. Ludwig poured out a generous amount of the lotion onto his fingers, rubbing them slightly together to warm it. He gently circled his entrance, placing kisses the insides of Feliciano's thighs. "Ready?" he asked soothingly.
He gasped slightly at the pressure—he knew how this worked, and he was prepared for it, but he had never been touched down there before. It was a new feeling, even though he honestly liked it very much already.
"Yes," Feliciano told him, nodding and closing his eyes.
Slow and gentle, Ludwig began to push his finger in. "Tell me if it hurts…." He trailed off, extremely focused now as it seemed his finger was being pulled in. That was strange for his first time, though he doubted Feliciano lied to him. Ludwig only shook his head and decided to pick up where he left off on the boy's cock. He hadn't let him reach his climax for the sole reason of reducing discomfort during stretching.
Nodding again, Feliciano bit his bottom lip slightly to keep from crying out in case it did end up hurting too much. And there was a little pain, but it was the sort that came along with so much pleasure that you didn't want it to stop. Especially when he felt Ludwig's mouth over his erection again, and there were several waves of pleasure going on down there at once.
"Ah...," he half-gasped, half-moaned when Ludwig's finger was far in and hit something that hurt just a bit too much.
Ludwig heard the sound and stopped his finger. "Just relax," he murmured, pulling away briefly from Feliciano's cock before just teasing with his tongue. The Italian was doing very well, and Ludwig appreciated how much he was trying to not show discomfort.
"Okay...," he breathed, nodding slightly again. He kept his eyes closed, as he just wanted to focus on how all this felt, for now, without the distraction of seeing anything. He took a deep breath and tried not to move his bottom, and he soon got over the slight pain of that one stretch. "I'm... You can keep... going..."
He nodded and kissed his thighs again, this time sucking just at the junction of his thigh and pelvis. Ludwig drew the finger out, then back in, he continued for a few minutes before gently adding another.
Feliciano let out a moan at the addition of another finger, but Ludwig was good enough at preparing him that stretching a bit more really wasn't that painful at all.
"Ah... Ludwig, m-more...," he groaned through his teeth, uncontrollably arching his hips a little upward again.
The moans were starting to get to him, making his own cock assert itself even more. He still made sure to stretch him properly, scissoring his fingers before he added one last one, hoping it would be enough. Again, he bent to take the erection in his mouth, knowing this one would be more uncomfortable.
It did add a little more pain, but not quite enough for Feliciano to watch Ludwig to stop. He'd really had no idea he would even stretch this much, though... It seemed strange that any man would be able to. But once again, he had a warm mouth over his erection and the pleasure was definitely enough whatever pain the pressure inside him might have been...
And then—oh God, it was too much. Everything in his mind exploded at once, and he cried out Ludwig's name rather loudly his manhood had its release in his mouth.
Ludwig barely managed to swallow all of it, as he had been surprised. A small amount dripped onto his chin, but he paid it no mind as he watched Feliciano writhe in that blissful state of afterglow. Ludwig smiled and removed his fingers, wiping any excess lotion on the thin, rough sheets.
"Are you alright?" he ventured, still wanting to make this one hundred percent pleasurable.
Still in a state of bliss, Feliciano gave a slight giggle and wiped some of the sweaty hair out of his face.
"Perfect," he told Ludwig, smiling lovingly up at him and having the sudden urge to caress that sharply and beautifully angled face.
Ludwig smiled and wiped the rest of the cum from his mouth; it hadn't really tasted bad. More on the sweet side than bitter. He returned the smile and lightly laid his head on Feliciano's slim chest, listening to his heartbeat as it sped. He figured he would wait till he had a chance to catch his breath before continuing. Also, the German was able to just enjoy the smooth skin against his face, not to mention the near intoxicating scent.
It was rather nice to relax and have Ludwig's head on his chest... And it gave Feliciano a chance to softly cup the man's cheek in one hand and use the other to just run it through his hair. He breathed deeply, letting his heartbeat calm down a little and smiling softly.
"You're rather good at that, you know...," he said in somewhat of a soft laugh, continuing to stroke Ludwig's hair.
"Thank you, it's not a common thing," he chuckled, nuzzling his head into the others hands as they softly stroked. He didn't really do that often, only a couple times. Come to think of it, he had done some strange things—perhaps he just pushed them all aside?
He shook the thought away and let his hands rest on Feliciano's hips, rubbing circles over his hipbones.
Humming slightly at the pressure, Feliciano smiled a bit wider.
"Do you... do you like men?" he asked quietly, the thought having just come to mind. "Or... both men and women?"
…Did he like men? The idea of a man being attractive had never really crossed his mind, but at times he realized he didn't necessarily like everything about women. Ludwig had only had a few past relationships, and they had been all women. However, they all were from his teenage years where hormones made him want to jump anything that moved. Now that he was older, and in his own fog of solitude, a person's personality spoke out to him more than anything. Maybe that was why he didn't question himself about Feliciano?
"I guess... I don't find people attractive just for their bodies, more for who they are. Does that make sense?" He twisted his head so he could watch Feliciano's face.
The concept at first seemed a little odd to him—not caring at all whether someone was a man or a woman in order to love them... but then he decided that he liked it. Even though he'd been raised rather religiously and was taught that men were supposed to like women and women were supposed to like men and that was the end of it, he'd never thought that was how it should have been. His first love had been a boy, after all.
"Yes, it does," he said, lazily shifting his head so that he could look at Ludwig's face more easily. "Some people say that... this kind of relationship is wrong, though..." His expression became slightly pained, as he was thinking of his friends and family back home who would likely shun him if they were to find out about his feelings towards Ludwig, another man.
Ludwig instantly felt guilty, like he had pushed Feliciano into something. It was true, though, especially in these times when his country was enslaving others for it. He knew for a fact he could get away with it here in the military; many of the men practiced homosexual sex, and the government encouraged it "under the table," so to speak. Ludwig felt no personal pang for it, it did not go against his morals, but the last thing he wanted was to force Feliciano to do something he didn't want and would later regret.
"W-we... can stop if you want, I'm sorry I..." he frowned slightly and began to move away from the sweet Italian regretfully.
"W-what?" Feliciano looked at him in alarm and frowned, moving to throw his arms around him and pull him back. "No, I don't want to stop—I want... this..." He stared into the German's icy blue eyes in silence for a second, caressing his face in one hand. "I want you inside me, Ludwig."
He widened his eyes and stared dumbfounded. Not only was this a change in mood, but just how Feliciano was asking for it made him forget those silly problems. Instead, Ludwig closed his eyes and pressed a kiss to the other's lips. Gathering himself, he moved one of the Italian's slender legs over his shoulder to make it easier to slide in, then positioned the head of his cock outside of Feliciano's hole, lightly rubbing against it.
"Are you ready?" already, he was shivering, just imagining how it would feel.
Just the slight pressure of Ludwig's erection was enough to get him at the beginnings of arousal again, and he raised his other leg to the German's shoulder, using them to cling to his neck. Wanting it more than ever, he let out a single word on his breath.
"Yes."