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A/N: And a happy one, for all of ye who have made it this far. Enjoy.

Love's Lessons

It is only in the afterglow of their first sexual encounter that he thinks to ask his paramour, "Do you know how to kiss?" His hand on Naoji's neck, curling lazily into the soft hollow beneath his jaw.

Naoji, for all Ludwig knows of him, surprises him with his candidness. "No," he replies. His eyes are demure but his gaze is satisfyingly steady. Ludwig's carefully cloven lips slide apart in a smile.

Naoji's face is prettily flushed, and Ludwig can only restrain his imagination so far when he thinks of all the beastly things he can do to that obedient mouth, all the unspeakable things he can teach it. So he tangles his fingers into the slick hair behind his paramour's ear, and has him bring his hand to cover the intercostal ridges along his abdomen. "I'll teach you." His smile takes a salacious edge. "Part your lips," he commands, and he is none too gentle in his introduction of teeth and tongue to the formerly unspoiled cavern behind his paramour's pliant lips. He responds accordingly to the syllabic humming that interrupts his lesson and pauses, if only to reposition Naoji's hand to where he'd best be pleased.

"Of course I love you, you silly boy, now hush." Their activities resume undisturbed; at least until the necessity for oxygen rears its ugly head.