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When I entered the bathroom, Ludwig was already in the shower. He had pulled the curtains in front of himself, effectively covering him and the water from the rest of the room. It smelled clean but also of Ludwig. Should I just pull away the curtains and enter? Or should I ask first? Sometimes he gets angry at me because I'm rude and I just open doors before asking. With that in mind, I decided on the latter.

"Ludwig, can I come in?"

I opened the curtains before he had answered, forgetting the part about not being rude. It wasn't like he could say no, as it was my shower too. Also, I was dirty. Actually, I'm dirty in more ways than one right now, I thought to myself, giggling a bit as I did so.

"Of course Feliciano, just come in. Why are you even asking?"

I heard Ludwig say, and I smiled up at him. Looking at his naked body, I couldn't help myself but smiling. He was just so handsome! And me, well, I'm not that handsome, some even call me cute. I don't really like it when people call me cute. After all, I'm not a little boy anymore.

"I just thought that since you think it's rude to just enter without asking first, I should ask, but I knew you would say yes, or I didn't know but.."

I rambled. Ludwig let out a sigh. Sometimes I think I make him a bit tired, but I can't help it. I'd like to stop, but it's hard and never seems to work out.

"Just clean yourself, Feli."

Ludwig gave me the soap and moved the curtains away, stepping out as he completed his shower. I didn't want him to leave. I wanted him here with me, at least until I was finished showering. I tried to grap his arm, but I was too slippery with the soap, and too weak to hold him back.

"Ludwig, don't go."

My voice was low and trembling, and my hand lingered on his wrist.

"Feliciano, I'm not going to leave, I'm just going to dry myself."

Ludwig turned to me and stroked my cheek, kissing my forehead gently as he tried to calm me.

"But you'll stay here until I've finished the shower, right?"

He nodded, and started to dry himself with the towel he already held in his hand. Duly assured that my Ludwig wouldn't leave, I started to wash myself. I wasn't that dirty, just a bit sweaty and the lube in and on my butt. I had taken a shower and washed my hair yesterday, so I didn't have to do that again. Also, it tickles when I shower because of my curl. I've been trying to figure out how to shampoo my hair without touching it too much, but even after 20 years I haven't found the right way to do it. Maybe I'm just a bit stupid, heh? I turned off the water as I prepared to step out.

"Am I clean?"

I asked and turned to Ludwig, who just smiled and gave me a towel. I guess that meant I was clean. He usually tells me if I'm not, because he doesn't like it and he will ask me, or rather, make me go take a shower.

"I'll go dress myself now."

Ludwig opened the door to the bathroom, and I instantly froze as the cold air reached my legs. I always hated doing that, walking out of the bathroom after a warm shower. Everything always feels so cold!

"Si, I'll be right there,"

I managed to say while quickly trying to dry myself. After some tumbling around and almost hitting my head on the sink, I was dry.

"Ludwig, I'm dry now! Can I come out?"

Why did I even ask for such a thing? Sometimes I don't even know why I say the stuff I say. I wrapped the towel around my shoulders so my hair, which wasn't completely dry, wouldn't get my back all wet.

"Of course you can come out, Feli."

I heard him say, and by the sound of his voice he was probably facepalming again. He does that sometimes. Well, often. It's mostly because of things I do, but I really can't help it. I try my best, but I just can't seem to do anything right. Except for making pasta, of course.

"Oh, okay, I'm sorry."

When I entered the bedroom, Ludwig had already dressed himself. He was now wearing a casual shirt and some dark pants. And me, well, I was wearing a towel around my neck, and nothing more. Not that I wanted to wear anything else, being naked is such a freedom and it just feels so good!

"Feliciano, you should dress yourself,"

Ludwig said as he left the bedroom, without even sparing me a glance. Well, that was nice of him!

"But.. But, I don't want to wear anything. I don't want to!"

The German gave me a harsh look, and I pouted. Oh well, I can't really defy him, and I really don't want him to get angry. I don't like it when he's angry. I don't like anyone being angry.

"Vee~~"

I made a small sound and decided to wear my black shirt with yellow boxers. I won't wear anything more unless Ludwig tells me to. I ran into the living room and noticed Ludwig was reading again. What was he reading? I sat down beside him on the couch and smiled at him with big eyes.

"Ludwig... What are you reading?"

He turned to me and pulled his reading glasses down his nose for a moment.

"A book, Feli, I'm reading a book."