GerIta room... for fluffy/smutty goodness

Ludwig smiled at Feliciano before being greeted with another kiss on the lips. When his mouth moved southwards, Ludwig found his fist tightening in the sheets and his own control slipping. The Italian was getting remarkably good at this. He let out a soft moan and willed one of his hands to gently caress the man's curl. The soft hair slid between his fingers as easily as before, though his concentration was a bit off now thanks to Feliciano's mouth's activities.

Then the mouth stopped and he fought a shiver of anticipation as he saw Feliciano dipping his fingers into the lubricant. They would be equals now, none of this nonsense of Ludwig only topping and Feliciano only bottoming. Equals the way he'd wanted them to be as long as he'd known the other man.

Exploratory fingers sought his opening and he let out only a slight gasp at the cool feeling of the slippery substance and Feliciano's small fingers, though they felt somehow bigger now. He gave a reassuring nod too Feliciano to continue on as the other man began pushing into him and still stroking his member. He did want this. He only now questioned why Feliciano didn't think he was brave. Trusting another person in this way took a lot of bravery.

Encouraged by Ludwig's strokes on his hair, Feliciano's finger got braver and went on exploring deeper. Feliciano had only a vague idea of where to touch to make Ludwig feel as good as he had made him feel before, so he kept an eye on his lover face to check his expression, hoping that he wasn't resulting ridiculous - but still, he wanted Ludwig so badly that he didn't care.

A second finger reached the other, and he went on exploring and touching. He started getting extremely eager to take him, as the thought of penetrating that tightness made him almost moan. He felt so hard and excited that he had to make an effort to not try penetrating him right now or rubbing himself on his lover. Instead, he went on teasing and sucking with renovated energy, his fingertips rubbing softly inside of his lover.

He loved Ludwig, he loved making love with him, and he now he couldn't understand how on earth had he been able to live without all of this since now.

Ludwig tried not to react or move away from the exploring finger. It was a feeling he didn't know he'd get used to, but didn't find it unpleasant. He let his hand alternate between stroking Feliciano's curl and simply running through the soft auburn hair. He wanted to voice his own appreciation, but he only managed small moans his soft touches to his hair.

He felt a second finger slide into him and strike that spot inside of him. He was practically seeing stars as his hips raised up and his hand tightened in both the sheet and his fiance's hair.

"Mein Gott!" He cried out as the man hit it and his eyes rolled back into his head in pleasure. He'd nearly forgotten how good that could feel. He was also getting a bit anxious to feel his lover inside of him, striking that spot inside of him with his sex. He wanted to feel him inside of him, to have his little Italian taking him.

"I'm almost ready." And if Feliciano kept hitting that spot and sucking as he was, he was almost certain to release very soon.

Ludwig's moans and exclamation made Feliciano harder than he had ever been before - he was pretty sure of that.
When his lover spoke, after a while, he was tremblingead with a glance of gratitude for him.

"I... can try coming in, then." he whispered. He kept rubbing slowly for a short while, and then took his fingers out to take more lube and spread it on his own sex. That touch felt so good that he had to bite his lips hard, in an effort to keep himself distracted - he surely couldn't allow himself to come before, could he?

He laid over Ludwig and lifted his hips with one hand, the other still busy massaging and rubbing his opening, his sex too the place of the fingers. He began pushing slowly, with an almost desperate look in his eyes. He couldn't wait any longer - he hoped he could last long enough to take him - but everything was so painfully beautiful in that moment that the last thing he wanted to do was to rush.

Ludwig nodded. He wasn't the virgin that Felciiano was. It might hurt a bit, but it wasn't as bad as it would be for his lover. "Go ahead. Please, mein Schatz."

He spread his muscular thighs a bit further apart and looked up at Feliciano expectantly as his canted his hips upward.

"I'm ready," he said, blue eyes glinting and pale cheeks flushed. He watched as Feliciano's moved to let his lips meet his. He kissed him back as he felt something blunter than a finger trying to slide inside of him. He shivered in anticipation. Finally, years of waiting were over. The equal relationship he'd wanted was finally here.

He tried to smile at Feliciano reassuringly, not wanting his lover to think, for one instant, that he was afraid or hurting. Quite the opposite; he wanted this.

"...sì." he simply whispered. He even found breathing difficult, and slowly went on pushing inside of his lover. Ludwig's voice was reassuring and firm, he could sense there the same desire he felt. At his words, he simply stopped to think, feeling strong in the embrace of his lover.

As he felt himself inside of Ludwig completely, he stopped, sighing while kissing Ludwig's lips, his hand wrapped around his sex again, stroking it passionately. He moved back slowly, concentrating hard on the strokes and on the mouth he was kissing, trying to distract himself from the almost overwhelming pleasure he was feeling.

He pushed slowly, struggling in the effort of restraining himself from rushing - he desperately wanted that contact to last as long as possible, squeezed and blessed as he was feeling in his love's warmth.

Ludwig let out a grunt at first as Feliciano moved inside of him. He groaned loudly as the smaller man began to fill him. He had been with others, not many, but a select few over the years. Only Roderich had come close to this, since they were friends.

And yet, it was nothing like having his partner sliding inside of him and taking him finally.

The closeness in this, it was like the completion of everything, and the simple fact was the fullness, the feeling of Feliciano inside of him, it was incredible.

"Does it hurt?" he asked, worried at Ludwig's grump. "I-I'm sorry... but.. I sort of.. can't stop." He went on pushing slowly, yet deep, imprisoned in what it felt like a very sweet torture. Leaning on Ludwig's chest, he could feel the wet warmth of his sex against his stomach, and went on stroking it rhythmically, looking at his flushed face.

It was almost too much for him, Feliciano feared. God knew how much he loved his fiance, how embarrassed and yet eager and greedy he was of loving him. Even though he hadn't realized it when he had understood for the first time to be in love with that blonde boy, this was the moment he had waited his whole life for, the two of them belonging one to another entirely.

He had never felt so alive in his whole life, and still, never as close to death as now - the moment was almost too perfect, as if he would die if another sensation were to be added to the one already flooding him.

Ludwig shook his head, and instead smiled faintly at his lover so lost in the sensation and passion of the moment that he couldn't bring himself to stop even if he wanted to. "I am fine, mein Liebling." He moaned as a hand touched his sex and one of his hands began to move to Feliciano's curl. But Ludwig had just enough foresight, and coherent thought, to not do so. This was all so new to his lover, one little rub or tug of that curl could easily have led to him finishing too soon.

Instead, the German moved his hand to the back of Feliciano's head, stroking through the hair there. Unless his lover told him otherwise, he knew that was safe.

He knew that Feliciano liked to joke about how often Ludwig took control of situations, even to the extent of bossing his now-fiance around, but this was what he'd always wanted. He wanted them to be equals.

"Take a moment once your inside..." God, just the thought of that mad him impossibly harder, let alone the feeling of it. "... completely. Wait to calm down a minute before you move." This wasn't an order and he tried as best he could with his voice as husky as it was through, probably, sheer lust not to make it sound like one. It was advice. He knew Feliciano would blame himself if he finished too quickly.

Feliciano nodded faintly, and eventually managed to stop. He leant down rest his forehead on his lover's shoulder, comforted by the strokes on the back of his head.
"I'm sorry, love, but this is too beautiful for me." he sighed, breathing deeply to calm himself down a bit.

Instead, he concentrated on caressing and holding the other's sex, letting his fingertips play softly around the top. He loved the feeling of it, of holding his lover's strength among his fingers. It made him feel stronger, somehow, and yet it gave him a sweet sensation, as if Ludwig appeared almost defenseless, and Feliciano should take care of him for once.

He nibbled his neck and licked the skin, tracing the lines of it with his lips and tongue. Concentrated as he was, he found that he could restrain himself a bit better, now, although the waiting was only increasing his desire and excitement.
"Grazie." he groaned softly on Ludwig's skin.

Ludwig ran his hand down Feliciano's back, stroking over his spine. "It is fine. I am fine." He kissed his forehead, only to feel faint kisses and licking along his neck and jaw soon after. "It doesn't hurt."

It didn't, really. It ached a little, but it was a good ache, a reminder of what they were doing and that they were doing it out of love for one another. He was grateful only that Feliciano could take a break for the sake of making the experience last. He smiled and caressed his lover's cheek. "Mein Liebling, whenever you want to move, you can move. I'm ready."

His blue eyes looked warmly at the flushed face of his impatient lover. He could feel his own forehead was damp, his cheeks flushed, and he saw that mirrored in Feliciano's features.

Feliciano breathed in deeply, slowly, his lover's scent filling his senses and making him calm and excited at the same time again. That was just how things were with Ludwig. He made him feel safe and reassured, and still, he couldn't restrain himself from bouncing around him, as if his own life depended on the contact with his beloved.

He nodded at his words, but remained quiet for a while, enjoying the contact between them, their overlapping breaths, rushed but not panting yet, their heartbeats, fast and so close in their chests, and the warmth emitting from every small part of their skins rubbing together...

Feliciano kissed Ludwig again, grateful and happy. He still had to count on his lover's experience, but those flushed cheeks meant that Ludwig was trusting him as well, and Feliciano couldn't ask for anything more, in that moment. He started moving again, first slowly, then a bit faster after the first couple of pushes, his hand following his moves.

Ludwig waited, happily beneath his lover. Feliciano looked so torn. He wasn't known for his patience, nor his careful planning. He was such a wonderful impetuous person that the fact he'd lasted this long still shocked the blond. He could feel Feliciano's warm breath against his warm, clammy skin.

He tilted his head down to kiss his lover on the lips. While tongues played with one another and lips moved against lips, he tried to focus on the kiss. For once, it was Ludwig who was getting impatient. He wanted to feel his lover moving inside of him. He wanted the sensation of submitting, at least temporarily, to Feliciano.

Then, Feliciano moved. He felt him shift inside of him and pump in time with his thrusts. "Finally," Ludwig whispered, closing his eyes and smiling at him. He canted his hips in time with the Italian's movements. It was completion to so many things.

Feliciano kept moving steadily. He still needed all of his concentration for not rushing, but Ludwig's lips and pleasure were keeping him distracted enough.

"You didn't tell me it was so difficult, love." he whispered jokingly. He trusted a bit stronger, and let out a groan of pleasure. As a result, at the same time he squeezed Ludwig's member harder - it would be rather painful (and embarrassing, in a way) for him, to finish before Ludwig could finish as well.

He sucked his lover's neck, nibbling the skin, stroking him eagerly and thrusting inside him faster. Holding Ludwig's hips closer to his, tightening his hand's grasp on his behind. Everything was again blurred in a hot mix of pleasure, sweat and scent of their bodies struggling together. He stopped trying to refrain, and let himself go and sink in that damp feeling, calling softly Ludwig's name between a small groan and another.

Ludwig heard Feliciano speak, comprehending the words, but not really able to offer any answer. He was lost, himself, in the feeling of his lover moving in and out of his body. He closed his eyes, not because he didn't want to watch Feliciano as he moved--to be honest, it was a rather lovely view, his beautiful Feliciano taking control--but it was almost as though he couldn't keep them open in that moment as he felt the hand tighten around his sex and his lover striking his prostate almost simultaneously.

He moaned rather loudly and began murmuring a stream of Feliciano's name and pet names for the Italian.

It was only with some effort that he opened his eyes to see his fiance lost in pleasure and lust and passion. The sight alone was nearly enough to make him release, and he knew it at the very least drove him a bit faster.

He smiled at the words he heard Ludwig pronounce, but he wasn't able to answer them, his accelerated breath and his blurred mind allowed him to only articulate his lover's name, among all the moans and sighs.
Ludwig's groans came together with his own stronger movements, and this galvanized Feliciano - it meant that his lover was feeling the same pleasure he was, and that was everything for him in that moment.

The rhythm increased again, with Feliciano panting and holding Ludwig's neck and shoulders' skin between his lips and teeth, calling his name almost desperately, almost overwhelmed by a pleasure he had surely never felt before.

Faster and faster, he kept moving - he couldn't even distinguish where his body finished and Ludwig's began anymore, his hands, his sex, his mouth, all of his limbs were now part of his lover, or maybe it was vice versa; a only body feeling the same pleasure, shivering and moaning for the same thrusts and contacts.

Ludwig focused only on Feliciano, on what he was doing to him at this moment. One of his own hands moved to Feliciano's hair, to the curl, to return the pleasure he was feeling, that was pushing him so close to the edge now. He had never thought this could feel so good. It certainly never had before. But then again, it had never been with Feliciano.

He didn't know if the other was doing so intentionally or not, as he knew Feliciano was entirely unexperienced prior to that night, but the Italian seemed to be pushing every single button that could push the German over the edge. Had he tried counting how many times his fiance had struck that wonderful little spot inside of him, he would have lost count--and the ability to do it--ages ago.

"Mein Gott," he rasped as he thrust his hips upward. "Feliciano..." He was getting so dangerously close now, and yet, he found himself wondering if the Italian was as well.

Lost as he was in the embrace, Ludwig's touch on his curl pulled out a loud moan from him. He already was almost overwhelmed by all the sensations their union was bringing out, that extra caress was enough to make him lose the sort of precarious balance he had reached.

"...Ludwig!" he cried out in a mix of pleasure and surprise. Without even him being aware of it, his thrusts accelerated violently and after a few moments he suddenly came. His hands contracted around his lover's sex and hip, while he was shaken by pleasure, releasing passionately inside his lover.

Hi didn't even realize completely what had just happened until he finally opened his eyes a few seconds after, leaning breathless on Ludwig's chest, his body still faintly shivering and tickling after the final effort.

There was something about watching Feliciano in the middle of his final moment of passion that pulled Ludwig into his own. He wished he could save the image somehow, because Feliciano was positively gorgeous like this. There was an elegance to the line of his arched back, softness in the O of his mouth.

He soon found his own eyes closing, sparks firing behind his eyes. He cried out his lover's name and let his finger curl around the strand of hair he'd been stroking. He could feel himself being filled, and he erupted soon after between them. His back curved upward and a fist tightened in the sheets.

Feliciano looked up at him, releasing his hands' grab from Ludwig's hip and sex, his hand now covered his dense and warm seed. He licked his own fingers slowly and curiously, discovering his lover's new flavor.

He nuzzled gently agains Ludwig's chest, listening to his accelerated heartbeat and breath. They were filling his ears like a rich and sweet harmony, and Feliciano kissed softly his lover's neck, happy. He felt his own chest vibrating against Ludwig's, almost in unison, and had to restrain himself for almost crying of commotion.

"You didn't tell me it was so beautiful either." he whispered, his fingers running along the blonde's arm, reaching his hand wrapped around the sheets, holding it.

Ludwig let his hand squeeze Feliciano's as he let his breathing and heartbeat slow to a relatively normal pace. "It isn't always so beautiful. Only with you," he said as his hand moved to Felician's back, the other still holding him. "Only ever with you."

He closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh. His chest heaved beneath Feliciano's body while his hand slid down his back and cupped his behind. "Mein Schatz," he said as he moved his hand upward, almost as though he could feel the other man's strength beneath his palm, the strength he kept hidden so often, but Ludwig suspected he'd always known was there. Feliciano had lived through losing Ludwig once, thinking he'd lost him forever years later. If the man had anything to say about it, Feliciano would never go through that again.

And at the same time, Ludwig knew that if he lost Feliciano, he would never have had the ability to go on.

"Ich liebe Dich."

"Eheh, I'll take your word for it." he replied, sliding along Ludwig's side, until his head rested on the pillow next to his lover's.

He knew that Ludwig had had others before him, but he didn't care. Ludwig was with him, now, nothing else counted for Feliciano, who simply enjoyed the present moment and the promises that his lover had just made to him.
He only feared a bit that he wasn't as good at the others - he had an already well proven history of failures behind, but he believed each and every word Ludwig said. Words that made him happy, probably the happiest he had ever been.

"And even if I haven't tried with anyone else, I don't think it can be any better."
Feliciano meant it, he was sure that nothing else could feel as wonderful as making love with Ludwig. He just couldn't figure a greater pleasure or completion of both body and soul.

He wrapped his other arm around the blonde's shoulder and stroked his neck. "Ti amo, ti amo, ti amo! Abbracciami~ *" he asked, leaving a small kiss on his cheek.


*= hug me

Ludwig smiled at him. "And the only ever, I hope." He ran his hand through Feliciano's hair. And while Ludwig couldn't say he regretted having been with Roderich as Roderich was a friend, he hated that his very first was not shared with Feliciano. "You will be my last for certain. I never want any other."

At the Italian's request, he wrapped his arms around his fiance and held him close. They were sweaty, dirty, and the scent of sex lingered throughout the room, but for now, he only wanted to hold his lover and not let go. He let his nose find its place at his neck. He gently kissed him at his neck. "Ti amo," he replied back.

He moaned happily at his lover's hug, he simply loved the feeling of those strong arms around him. Ludwig's embrace was the safest place in the world, somewhere warm and hidden, as like he could hide and disappear in his wide chest.

"The only ever." he replied softly and reassuringly, then he lifted his head to look at him in the eyes. Again, there hadn't been any other for him so far, and Feliciano was sure things weren't going to change.

"Besides, who else is going to want me if not you?" he commented, sticking playfully his tongue out at him. "And who else could ever cook pasta for you a part from me?" His finger traced small circles on his chest. "Although I know that you don't really need to eat pasta to survive, do you? But it tastes good."

Ludwig smiled, though didn't care for Feliciano's self-disparaging tone. "I am sure there would be a line outside of your door for potential lovers if I wasn't with you any longer," Ludwig said. "Far more than there would be for me." He smiled and caressed Feliciano's cheek.

"As for pasta, no, I don't need that to survive. What I need is you," he said rather simply. He couldn't imagine going without Feliciano's presence. Even going back to just friendship seemed like too great a loss. He kissed him on the forehead. He might have to live on while his country lived on, but it wouldn't be the same. He wouldn't be the same.