Blowjob and Germancest warning.

Gilbert pressed his nose against his brother's neck. He didn't dare to breathe. Suddenly, oh so suddenly, they were close like this. Gilbert bit his lower lip, trying not to move and not to make any noise. He could feel Ludwig's heartbeat, felt his chest move with every unsteady breath, felt the warmth of the younger's body against his own. He was sure as soon as he stirred, this would be over. Ludwig had to push him away. Gilbert couldn't imagine any different reaction. His brother had a boyfriend after all.

Who could hear them perfectly fine, if the fall hadn't damaged the cell phone.

Gilbert gulped. Francis would kill him for this. That was also something he was very sure about. And yet he still didn't want to let go. It had been too long since he had held his dear little Ludwig in his arms like that, almost 90 years if he recalled it correctly. He had missed this so often when they had been separated.

It felt like he had held Ludwig for only a second when he finally stiffened again and tried to free himself from his elder brother. "Gilbert," Ludwig grumbled. "Let go of me." He didn't sound too annoyed, did he? Gilbert was almost sure Ludwig at least didn't resent him for this.

"Just one more second," Gilbert murmured. He was trying to memorize as much as possible, his brother's smell, the way his chest heaved, the feel of his skin against Gilbert's face. "One more second," he repeated, closing his eyes and breathing in deep and slow. Without really intending to, his fingers started to stroke over Ludwig's shoulders and then, one even started tracing his spine while the other hand rubbed over the nape of Ludwig's neck. Gilbert heard him sigh.

"Stop it," Ludwig sighed. "Please." He didn't sound angry which was a relief for Gilbert. But he also didn't sound much resolute so Gilbert decided he could ignore the plea. Instead, he started nuzzling against his brother's neck.

"I promise I will be nice," Gilbert hummed. He carefully kissed Ludwig's cheek, avoided looking him in the eye though. He wasn't sure what he would find there and he didn't want to find out just yet. "I can be really nice." With this, he slid his hand under his brother's shirt, thankful that he wasn't wearing one of his button-up shirts like usually but a simple t-shirt. He hadn't even bothered to tuck it down into his jeans, much to Gilbert's delight now.

Ludwig's skin felt smooth under his fingers. Gilbert let out an appreciative hum. He hadn't expected this. Then again, he also hadn't expected Ludwig to give him free reign this easily. Again, he kissed his brother, this time on his neck, feeling his pulse against his lips. From before he would have expected Ludwig's pulse to quicken in a situation like this, at least a little. Confused, Gilbert leaned back to take a look into his brother's face.

Ludwig was blankly staring at the wall behind the couch, his clenched teeth so his lips formed a thin line. There was a trace of pink on his cheeks which made Gilbert smile. And he had thought his brother might have changed or grown up in these matters. But it looked like he was still the nervous young boy from back in the old days.

Gilbert pressed a reassuring kiss on his brother's lips. They felt warm and dry against his own. "It's alright," he whispered. "I won't do anything you don't like. I promise." One of his hands slid down his brother's back while he was speaking, down to the small of his back and then even further. This made Ludwig stiffen in his embrace for a moment before he relaxed again, inhaling sharply when Gilbert's hand found it's way to the inside of his tights.

"I don't like any of this," Ludwig said through his clenched teeth. He was shaking lightly, his gaze now cast down to the floor to the place where Gilbert assumed the phone to be. "Stop it, Gilbert, please. Don't make me stop you."

Gilbert chuckled. He didn't believe this for one second. He could see his brother didn't really mean what he was saying, the bulge in his jeans being all the proof he needed. Casually, Gilbert stroked up the inner of Ludwig's tights, slowly and as caressing as he could, watching the younger's eyes widen for a moment and then his face went stern again. Gilbert was sure, Ludwig was biting back a moan as he brushed lightly over his groin.

"But down here it feels like you really like it," Gilbert hummed, stroking lazily over the growing bulge in the thick fabric. Ludwig twitching into his hand was all the reassurance he needed to know he was wanted and the grin on his face widened even further. What ever Ludwig would say now, he wouldn't stop until forced to. Suddenly, as he started fingering the bulge with some needy pleasure, he felt Ludwig's knee shift forward, further between his legs until it touched Gilbert's groin. A soft moan escaped Gilbert's throat as he started moving against his brother's leg, the friction fueling his arousal and making him want to push Ludwig on the couch and ravish him.

Gilbert placed a hand on Ludwig's shoulder to slowly push him into a sitting position, trying to preserve the contact between his groin and the younger's knee as long as possible. Gilbert himself sat up as well,but only for a brief moment, before he slid down to the floor, kneeling in front of his brother and grinning up at him mischievously.

"What are you up to?" Ludwig croaked. His cheeks were aflush, worse than ever, his usually oh-so tidy hair starting to become a mess – which it definitely would if Gilbert could help it – his mouth slightly open as he panted.

"Nothing bad," Gilbert grinned. He shifted closer, moving his upper body forward to place a brief kiss on the younger's groin. "You just open your legs a bit and I'll show you," he purred, moving his fingers up and down and in circles on the inside of Ludwig's tights. "Don't you want to know how I feel around here?" He grabbed the bulge in Ludwig's jeans – more and more looking like a tent – and gave it a light squeeze that made Ludwig moan.

Ludwig bit his lower lip instead of answering but let Gilbert push his legs open without any resistance. "For the protocol, I never wanted this, you forced me to," he hissed as Gilbert started undoing his fly and the button of his jeans. Gilbert simply grinned and nodded, he was fine with being the one at fault as long as he would get everything his way. Francis really wasn't his problem.

As Gilbert tugged down the rim of Ludwig's boxers, his almost fully erect dick jumped easily out of his confinement. Gilbert licked his lips in anticipation. It was a bit smaller than he had expected but he really didn't mind because this would make things definitely easier. For a second, he glanced up at Ludwig, before he closed one of his hands around the base and kissed the tip. He couldn't help but chuckle softly as he heard the younger drawing in a sharp breath at the not-too sudden sensation.

Slowly, Gilbert started planting kisses on the lower side of his brother's cock, moving his fingers caressingly in lazy circles over the yet dry skin. He worked his way with his lips down to Ludwig's balls and then back up again, before he withdrew for a moment to look up again into Ludwig's much too blue, lust filled eyes. Never had he seen anything more beautiful or astonishing in his life. With a needy sigh, Gilbert stroked the foreskin down and then licked first the shaft copiously before he moved on to kissing the tip, licking away a tiny bead of precome and wrapping his tongue around it.

For a while, Gilbert continued like this, lazy strokes over the shaft and slow pumping paired with sloppy kisses and brief sucks on the tip. Once in a while, Gilbert palmed the younger's balls through the thin fabric of his boxers and listened to his suffocated moans whenever he did something more arousing. Ludwig's fingers had found their way into Gilbert's hair, simply stroking and brushing through it at first but then, soon, tugging at it, fisting it because he needed someplace to hold on to.

With time, Gilbert felt his own arousal more and more, with it being still confined in the narrow space of his own jeans, making him wish he was wearing sweatpants like he usually did on weekends. He took one of his hands off his brother's cocks to fumble his own jeans open and free his throbbing erection. The sudden removal of one hand earned him an irritated tug. Glancing up at Ludwig, he was met with a questioning look. Not for long, though, as he quickly started planting apologetic kisses on his brother's tip.

"I'll make you feel good in no time, I promise," Gilbert whispered in between kisses. He took the tip of his brother's cock into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around it and sucking it gently at first, than stronger while he was taking him deeper into his mouth at the same time. He heard a strangled noise escaping Ludwig's throat and chuckled, "Don't hold back, I want to hear your voice." He really did, this sound just now had been arousing, but not nearly as arousing as he imagined his little Ludwig's moans to be.

Gilbert took a deep breath, before he took the younger's arousal again into his mouth, slowly swallowing him deeper, inch by inch. He was glad that this wasn't his first time, that he had done this so many times already that he exactly knew what to do. Slowly, he started rocking his head a bit, varying the intensity of his sucking, his tongue licking over the lower side of the delicious hard-on in his mouth.

He felt the tip brushing against the back of his mouth and still he couldn't fit all of him inside. It took him only a moment to relax enough to swallow him deeper, feeling the hard length glide down into his throat. Gilbert moaned softly as his brother started to make him move his head with tender tugs at his hair and fucking his throat with gentle rolls of his hips.

Gilbert worked his fingers around his own arousal as well, the feeling of Ludwig filling his mouth and throat fueling his desire and need and lust even more, almost as much as the touch of his own fingers. His movements had already become sloppy and incoherent and his fingers shook so much that they slipped of his erection even though he didn't want him to.

He had placed his other hand on Ludwig's hip, steadying the thrusts and keeping himself from choking on the hard-on fucking his throat. Ludwig was already shaking as well, his fingers uncurling and then clenching again in Gilbert's silver hair. Gilbert grinned a bit – as much as he could with a mouth full of cock – and started to suck harder. He wanted Ludwig to feel go, to loosen up – he wanted to taste him and make him spill everything he had down his throat.

What felt like only seconds later, Ludwig started pulling at his hair, apparently trying to pull out of Gilbert's mouth, but Gilbert would only pretend to let him go until he was almost free and then, holding him in place with both his hands on his brother's hips, taking him in again as deep as he could, letting his teeth softly brush over the erection.

Ludwig let out a loud moan that wasn't any coherent words – and to Gilbert's relief no name – as he came, shooting his hot semen down Gilbert's throat. Now Gilbert let him slip out of his mouth but kept the tip inside, massaging his balls and sucking the tip of the softening dick to make sure he got everything that Ludwig had.

Gilbert leaned back when he was done with Ludwig, grinning at his brother with hazy eyes as he took care of his own neglected arousal, stroking it slowly to orgasm to the sight of Ludwig's panting, exhausted frame. He really wouldn't mind doing this more often.

But it seemed like Ludwig didn't. As soon as he had recovered enough, he redid his pants to get up and, after picking up the phone they had dropped earlier, disappeared into his room, locking it behind him. Gilbert was left alone in the living room, his mouth wide open with disbelief and with his penis still in his hands, feeling disappointed.

A/N:

90 years since Gilbert had held Ludwig: I know the 1920s were much like anything goes in Berlin, for example being lesbian was very fashionable. Don't ask me how that ended for most women 10-20 years later. You don't want to know if you can't think of it.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed this and look forward to the next chapter! If you spotted any mistake, let me know. I don't really have a beta so every mistake is entirely my own fault.