Wow, no updates in a month…. I'm sorry?
Really though, I didn't mean for this to be this late. Sadly though, I had another play to work on and with what else I had to do, there was just no time. I wanted to update this sooner this week, but then I got sick which sucked ass.
But now I feel better and now I'm updating!
Hope you guys enjoy!
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Italy had dreamed of this moment in multiple ways over the years he'd known Germany: daydreaming during the World Conference, fever dreams during harsh bouts of training, dreams late at night… You name it, he'd done it.
Yet nothing he ever dreamed of compared to this.
Germany – Ludwig, they were making out he could call him that – was devouring his mouth. His lips were softer and moister than the most delicious plate of pasta. His hands groped blindly at the back of his dress, as if trying to tear it off him. Then, he felt his tongue poking the seam of his lips. All he could do was part his lips for the invading muscle to map out his mouth. Feli was so engrossed in the sensation that he didn't realize that Ludwig had hoisted him up (lips still connected) and was carrying him back into the house.
He got that realization when his back was slammed onto the cool glass door leading into the house and Ludwig had to break the kiss to fumble with the door. Being brought out of that sweet sensation tore a sweet little whine from his throat. This little sound caused Luddy to turn to him, a shadow passing over his eyes. It was as if he now realized just what they were about to do and that he was very much enjoying it.
Then everything seemed to happen too fast (or the author got lazy) and Feli's brain couldn't keep up. First he felt the cool glass door open and the blast of the AC. Then he felt Ludwig shift him so he was holding his legs around his waist and walking to… Then he heard the "poof" of something – him – landing on soft cotton sheets and the "click" of a lock.
Finally Italy had a chance to let his thoughts catch up with him before the bed dipped and Ludwig climbed back over him. The look in the German's icy blue eyes told him two things:
One – God, it's a good thing I have nothing going on today. My ass is gonna need it.
And Two – Damnit, I owe Roma dinner.
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Meanwhile, Ludwig couldn't believe this was happening. Getting inside hadn't given him much time to think, but Italy knew; he KNEW what he was doing. That ficken moan…. His mind went blank. His only objective: get inside, tear that sinful dress off Italy's pretty body and truly discover if Italians were the best lovers. But, now they were inside; he had all the time in the world.
Gott, he made a pretty picture: lips red and puffy from kisses, body glistening with sweat, little skirt hiked up revealing creamy thighs and eyes dark from pleasure. He couldn't wait; he had to have him.
So, they went back to it.
Ludwig pulled Feli into his lap and resumed devouring Feliciano's mouth as the little Italian seized fistfuls of his hair and attempted the same. He, though, had his hands sliding down the tempting curve of his spine before capturing the two firm cheeks at the end. Swallowing the squeak, his hands began to acquaint themselves with said cheeks before a…. certain part of his anatomy did as well.
However, this groping meant his hands felt something VERY interesting. See, he believed that Italy wasn't wearing underwear, due to the shortness of the skirt. Yet his hands were defiantly feeling a seem of sorts. It was bothering him so much that he just HAD to see.
So, he broke the kiss – a sweet, broken little moan escaping Italy's mouth – and gently pushed him onto the bed. Then, he raised the skirt, seized the edge of the underwear and tugged.
Panties.
Feliciano was wearing panties. White with a little lace border that hugged that heart-shaped ass and were moist at the front panties.
Ludwig struggled to recollect his thoughts and restrain himself from showing Italy a fun way to….work out. Only when a small voice said "Ludwig?" did his eyes return to the Italian. Feli stared at him, a curious look on his face, before laying back onto the bed with his skirt flipped up and his eyes dark.
Any sanity Ludwig may have gathered was flung to the breeze.
Instead, his lips decided to acquaint themselves with a pretty, white neck while his hands sought the bindings of the dress. His only thought?
Oh yes, a workout indeed…..
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Ain't I a tease? Personally, I believe that our minds can image what I cannot, so here's something to mull over. Don't worry though, action comes… in the next chapter.
If you liked this, leave a like or a comment. They help so much since me reading this just sounds like me normally. Really, I can't read my own writing; it sucks.
….Where was I? Ah! Reviews. I hope to have 15 before my next update.
Wherever you are, I hope you enjoy my mind juice and my perverted little thoughts.
Ta, lovs!