Ludwig's and Roderich's Room

"If you feel up to it," Ludwig said. "You know. I don't know if I care much right now how far we go as long as we can be civil to one another afterwards. Believe me that nothing that went through my mind while we showered was clean. At all. As long as we get along, and if we get along this well, fantastic, I'll be happy." With a smirk, he leaned close and licked Roderich's mole. "And if we can't... I'll boot my brother from his room."

He looked the other in the eye, waiting to see what reaction that would get him.

As Ludwig's tongue swiped across his mole, Roderich gave a sharp gasp, and jolted forward, clutching automatically at Ludwig's shoulders. He steadied himself, staring at the other man for a brief moment to take in what he'd said.

'...I think we'll get along fine,' he managed, and that was all he had to say on the matter; in a flash, his knees were either side of Ludwig and his arms were around his neck, lips almost crashing into the other man's. As long as Ludwig had given him permission, he didn't care what they did; he just wanted to touch and to taste, and damn the consequences.

Ludwig let out a startled gasp as the other man straddled him and began kissing him. He found his hands in dark hair, his lips parted--thanks largely due to the gasp--and the front of his pants getting more and more uncomfortable. One hand slid down Roderich's back and worked beneath his shirt to press against the bare skin of his back.

As someone who had learned military training, he could recognize a planned attack when he saw one, and this seemed not only planned, but hungry on the part of his new roommate.

Roderich pulled back slightly to gasp for breath, licking at Ludwig's lips as he did so. 'Is this alright? I couldn't help myself...tell me to stop if you want.' He said that, but he rather undermined it by nibbling at Ludwig's lower lip and shifting against him, feeling Ludwig's erection and getting harder himself in response.

He still had a vague sense that he shouldn't go all the way with the less experienced boy, but it couldn't hurt to have some fun with him.

Ludwig's own hips shifted upwards and he let his hands roam over Roderich's skin beneath his shirt. He moaned as the other bit at his lip. He didn't know if he wanted to share how much pain was probably as much of a turnon as the other man's mole. When his lip was finally released, he managed to speak. "Oh hell. I don't want you to stop. Not at all."

He moved in to capture Roderich's lips and nibble at the bottom one just as the other had done to him. He tried to copy as best he could, then releasing it. "You show me, and I'll follow. Eager student. Remember?"

Not that it would likely be easy for Roderich to forget, with Ludwig's erection pressing into him.

'Yes, I remember,' Roderich said breathlessly, punctuating his words with hungry kisses over Ludwig's mouth, cheek, jaw; Ludwig's hands under his shirt were making his stomach flip over, and he found himself biting back a moan. 'I'll do my best to teach you...'

He slid one hand down over Ludwig's chest, reaching his stomach and creeping under his vest. He let his fingers dance over warm skin and tight muscles, watching Ludwig for a reaction. 'How does that feel?' he whispered.

Ludwig's eyes slid closed on their own as he felt the kisses pepper his face. Though demanding and hungry, they felt almost sweet. Always the younger sibling, the intimidating, serious student, this amount of attention was almost overwhelming. The hand against his skin, though, that felt warm and nice. Comforting even. "Feels good. Makes me feel like i trust you." He reopened blue eyes to look at him. "Should I take it off?"

He moved a hand up to run through Roderich's hair, noting that one strand defiantly refused to lay down with the rest. It amused him just momentarily before his attention was drawn back to the other man's face.

Roderich gave Ludwig a warm smile. Trusted him...that meant a lot. 'Let me, Ludwig.'

He took hold of the bottom of Ludwig's vest, pulling it up gently and waiting for the other to raise his arms and let him remove it. Again, Roderich couldn't help thinking that this was better than just sex; there was something almost touching about the tentative exploration, the hands in his hair, the closeness. It was bizarre, in a way, that he could feel like this with someone he'd met literally hours ago, but it was also remarkably easy.

Ludwig helped him get the shirt off of him. He knew people usually commented on his build, and he knew it wasn't too shabby, but it was exposing, all the same, knowing the other teen could touch him, not like the shower where they kept their distance.

"Is it as strange to you as it is to me that we're doing this on the first night? And comfortable with it?"

He resisted the urge, as the shirt was gone and in the other's hand, to fold it. He considered that his first lesson: To let clothes go where they would in moments of passion. He looked at the black fabric wondering if he could be so easy going if it were a dress shirt or uniform of some sort.

Probably not.

He distracted himself by letting his fingers trace Roderich's collar bone. It was a little more noticeable than his own, and something about it made Ludwig want to--and actually do--kiss it.

'Strange? Just a little...' Roderich replied with a laugh, stroking Ludwig's hair as the other boy kissed his collar bone. He arched his back a little, letting his shirt slip off his shoulders and on to the floor. A little voice inside told him he was far too good at shedding his clothes. He let his hands wander over Ludwig's now exposed back; he wasn't tanned, but he was darker than Roderich himself, and the muscles in his back were quite the sight. They felt good to touch, too, and Roderich took full advantage of this opportunity.

'You know, you look...quite amazing without your clothes. Not that you don't look good in them.'

Ludwig smiled shyly at that. "Thank you," he said. "I... work out a little, but it's mostly from doing more physical jobs." He traced his hand over Roderich's fair skin, then kissed his neck again. "I like the color of your skin. A healthy pale, not sickly gamer pale." Or weird albino pale...

"You look a little like I'd expected, despite all your colorful clothes. Lean, not incredibly skinny like people seem to think all gay or bisexual men look like." He pressed his lips to his shoulder. "I've always liked leaner men. Just... never knew how to express it. It wasn't until early last year I realized my preference was almost entirely men." If he was honest, it was entirely men.

"Do you have a type? I know you like both, but do you look for something in particular?"

Roderich chuckled, at Ludwig's kisses and his words. 'I'm just an indoorsy sort of person, that's why I'm pale.' He stroked Ludwig's back, almost like petting a cat or soothing a child. 'And my preference...a beautiful face, striking features, and something unusual. I like eyes most of all. And all that is meaningless without a strong personality.'

Thinking about it, he tended to go for people like himself in looks, but almost completely different in personality. Ludwig had quite a lot in common with him compared to some of his past acquaintances.

'So you've been trying to figure out your sexuality?' Roderich pressed a kiss to Ludwig's temple. He'd never really worried about such things, himself.

Ludwig leaned into the touches at his back and smiled at the kiss to his temple. "I don't think I'm all that unusual." Then again, growing up with Gilbert, unusual was relative. Literally. "Aside from being built like I'm a few years older than I am."

He let his hands caress over Roderich's sides. "I... found I noticed boys more often than girls, but not the ones I expected I would, like the ones on my sports teams. And if I noticed them, it wasn't someone bigger or more toned than me." He shrugged. "I have no idea how my parents would react anyway. So, I always tried to date girls."

It had never felt right, though, and certainly not as right as things did now. Roderich had struck a chord with him somewhere, and he liked it. He kissed the other teen's jaw. "When did you figure out your mole was wired a little differently?" He teasingly kissed it, albeit quickly.

'Oh, I don't know, I think you're quite unusual. In a good way, I mean. I'd look twice if I saw you in the street.' And maybe a third and fourth time, as well.

Roderich smoothed Ludwig's hair back and stroked his face. 'Your brother seemed- forgive me if I'm wrong- to swing both ways, though. Do your parents know about that?' Roderich's own parents had never taken much interest in who he dated, being rather laid-back. They were more interested in his musical achievements, or making sure he was impeccably dressed.

He bit back an unmanly giggle at Ludwig's kiss. 'It was always ticklish, but when I got to around fourteen...well, you know, these things become apparent. The more aroused I am already, the more sensitive it is. Perhaps it's psychological...or I'm just a medical oddity.'

Ludwig shook his head. "No. They were too busy trying to keep him out of trouble to worry about who he was dating, sleeping with, whatever."

He nuzzled a bit at Roderich's neck. "Doesn't matter why it's that way," he said. "But I think it's pretty interesting, myself."

He placed a series of light kisses over the skin of Roderich's neck and allowed his hands to fully roam the teen's back and sides. "If you could do anything with me tonight. What would it be? I know I have these ideas circling in my head, but they seem more of something we would do once we're familiar with one another. Things like being regular bed company for one another. Switching, top and bottom, whatnot."

Roderich sighed, skin tingling under Ludwig's lips and hands. 'You've been thinking about this, I see...it's better to start slow. For my part, I'd like to-' He blushed a little, looking down at Ludwig's chest and pressing his hands to it. 'I'd just like to explore you. You say you've not explored your body much; I think you're missing out.'

For him, the best part of being with someone was always the closeness; touching and searching each other's bodies beforehand, and lying tangled and exhausted together afterwards. What came between those things depended on what Ludwig wanted. 'What about you? What would you like to try? Tell me honestly.'

"I think the exploration sounds good," he said. "It sounds better than trying to go too far, too fast when we hardly know one another." Being a horny teenager with a dirty mind was one thing, but he knew it was easy to get too caught up in things and end up regretting it later. The idea of Roderich touching, maybe kissing, to explore his body sounded nice. Certainly not innocent, but it was enticing without being frightening as hell.

He gestured to his boxer shorts. "Should these stay or go?"

His face was blood red, but he really did want to do this, despite all embarrassment that might make one think otherwise.

Roderich laughed softly, taking Ludwig's hand and pressing it to his lips. 'Leave them for now. I'll get to them. Now...want to lie down?' He gestured to the bed they were sitting on. The idea of Ludwig lying there for him to explore at his leisure was incredibly hot. 'I won't do anything you don't want me to, I promise.'

Ludwig nodded and slid back on the bed so that he could lie down. He looked up at Roderich trustingly and licked his lips. "You tell me what to do if you need me to do anything at all." He smiled awkwardly. "New territory and all that."

He let his hands rest at his sides and tried his hardest not to tense up or let his nerves overtake him.

'You just lie there and tell me how it feels.' Roderich moved to kneel at Ludwig's side, pausing to get a good look at him. His eyes travelled slowly over taut muscles, long legs, broad shoulders; the man really was extremely attractive. Roderich caught his gaze, and kept it as he lowered his hand to Ludwig's chest. Slowly, with the tiniest amount of pressure, he slid his fingers down Ludwig's stomach, coming teasingly close to the waistline of his boxers before bringing them back up to his neck. He watched carefully for a reaction.

He smiled at the other man. He'd lucked out with Roderich, not only as a bed partner, but as a roommate in general. He found the teen's eyes incredibly entrancing, and he couldn't help but think it was a shame he kept the violet orbs hidden behind glasses he didn't even need. The mole was a unique addition, even without its rather entertaining consequences. He had a handsome face, not too feminine but maybe even a bit on the pretty side.

Ludwig held Roderich's gaze, instead of trying to follow the path of his hand and prepare his body for wherever the other might touch. He went straight for some of his most sensitive areas, dipping below the band of the boxers just a bit before moving up and causing the muscles in Ludwig's stomach to twitch a bit. So he was a bit ticklish. Who wasn't?

Once they reached his chest, he had that same sort of warm sensation he'd had other times Roderich touched him.

'Now...let me see...' Roderich returned the smile, his own somewhat closer to a smirk. He moved, now on his hands and knees over Ludwig. In this position, he couldn't help thinking how easy it would be for Ludwig to push him on to his back and do the same to him; being the more experienced partner, but also the weaker one, was a thrill in itself.

Roderich leaned down, kissing the other boy softly before brushing his lips against Ludwig's neck. He continued further down, kissing his collar bone, moving down his chest until he reached a nipple. He looked up briefly, eyes flashing mischievously- a rare occurrence for him- before gently flicking his tongue over it.

Ludwig bit his lip as Roderich was now on top of him on hands and knees. He swallowed, ignoring the reaction his body had just in the proximity of someone else. Maybe that was his connection to his erogenous zone. It certainly seemed to have that effect on him.

He returned the kiss, now becoming familiar territory, from the act itself to the act of kissing Roderich in particular. He let out a soft hum as lips met his neck and then collarbone. That definitely felt good. He captured the brunet's eyes just in time to catch the mischievous glint in them before he felt a wet tongue flicking over his nipple.

He let out a moan that he quickly stifled with his hand and looked at Roderich. "Are they supposed to feel like that?"

Roderich had to laugh at the surprise in Ludwig's voice, though the moan made him shiver. 'Of course, assuming it felt good.' He lowered his mouth to Ludwig's chest again, this time kissing his nipple and taking it into his mouth, sucking gently. He pulled back, licking his lips. 'Lesson one. Using your mouth.'

Normally he would have moved faster than this, but listening to and watching Ludwig's reactions was a delight he preferred to linger over.

Ludwig had to muffle a groan as he felt the teen take his nipple into his mouth. "Mein Gott. Yes. It felt good." He closed his eyes. Apparently, the German side of his brain and upbringing was kicking in because he suddenly found himself wanting to spout his mother's native tongue from his lips at the mere sensation of the mouth at his nipple. "Mein Gott. wieder tun."

He looked at him as he looked up. "You use it well," he said, darting his tongue out to wet his lips and slightly draw his bottom lip between his own teeth.