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Ludwig sat in his leather armchair, back straightened and legs spread with his strong arms crossed over his chest.
Feliciano knelt on the floor, his head bowed and his fingertips gracing the edge of Ludwig’s boots. The dim lighting of Ludwig’s room that washed over his face cast a gentle golden glow over the supple skin of Feliciano’s face, highlighting the delicate curve of his soft neck as he gazed up at the man looking down at him through long eyelashes.
“Feliciano,” Ludwig’s voice was clipped, but the ever-present undercurrent of his tender affection rushed past his words and tugged something in the other’s heart, triggering that familiar race of his heart whenever his strong boyfriend would talk to him in that way. Stern words, gentle undertones. It was a perfect balance.
“Feliciano…” Ludwig spoke again, his voice lowering in what sounded like a question, a mild tone of disappointment that snapped Feliciano out of his adoring daze.
“Yes, Ludwig?” Feliciano breathed out his acknowledgment, locking his delicate gaze with the wintery one that held him in place on the hardwood floor.
“Have you done what I’ve asked of you?”
Feliciano’s face lit up with a proud grin. “Yes, love. I did everything you commanded me to do.”
Ludwig’s glance lingered on the kneeling form before him for a pulse of a moment before he returned to gazing out of his window.
“Good,” he spoke simply. Thin air, pricking words like pine tree needles on bare skin. “Stay where you are.”
Feliciano’s smile widened. He shifted himself closer to the taller man’s scuffed leather boots, crawling towards him in a way that could barely be considered sensual or enticing, but it made something flicker in the stern irises of the taller man.
Feliciano kneeled down further, knees and shins pressed flat against the floor boards as he lowered his lips to the top of Ludwig’s boot. It was a soft kiss that left a gentle sound, a small tap of his lips to leather like a pin drop in the deafening silence of Ludwig’s bedroom. Ludwig shifted at the little gesture, narrowing his eyes at the shorter man at his feet as the young Italian man slowly retracted his head from the cold leather.
Ludwig didn’t reprimand him at first. No, but he watched. He watched as Feliciano looked up at him again, shivering as if he was cold.
Feliciano’s fingers dropped down again, tracing the patterning of the rug beneath Ludwig’s boots as he inched closer and closer to the seated man. The tension in the room was palpable, thick and charged like the heated breaths from both men in the quiet shared space between them.
“Ludwig,” Feliciano’s voice was a soft murmur, just a step above a whisper. “May I speak?”
Ludwig’s eyes flicked down to him, a brief glance that held his question tightly. He gave a slight nod, granting permission.
“Can you…” Feliciano began, his voice laced with a blend of hesitation and hopefulness. He licked his lips. “Could you…touch me?”
Ludwig’s expression remained as it did, stern and unaffected, but his eyes were endlessly full of every truthful answer Feliciano needed. A little spark of interest, another spark of satisfaction, and another one of love. Ludwig descended a palm to cup the crown of Feliciano’s head, dipping his fingers between the light strands of hair and homing his fingertips into his scalp.
Feliciano watched Ludwig’s eyes intently, lips curving into a mischievous smile as he caught that flicker of emotion. His heart jumped when Ludwig tugged on his hair gently, lips falling open. “Touch me, feel me.” He begged.
Feliciano moved to sit up on his knees, his hands snaking up Ludwig’s boots, up his shins to eventually rest on his firm thighs. The fabric of Ludwig’s trousers was cold under his eager fingers. “I want you to touch me.”
Ludwig nodded slowly, satisfactory. His façade cracked right through the middle, like the smile did on his previously cold-masked face. His hand moved from Feliciano’s head to his round cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over Feliciano’s lips.
“That’s not part of our act,” Ludwig murmured, his voice carrying a hint of amusement, “But I’ll allow it. You know how much I can’t resist you.”
Feliciano’s heart skipped a beat, his eyes widening and his cheeks flushing. “Don’t resist me, then,” he suggested, his voice a soft whisper.
Ludwig’s grip loosened slightly, his index and middle finger sliding down underneath Feliciano’s chin to guide him up closer.
“Then come closer,” Ludwig murmured, his voice a low growl. “If you want me to touch you, then show me what you want from me.”
Feliciano’s breath caught in his throat, his pulse hammering against his ribcage as he moved to straddle Ludwig’s lap, his hands bracing on his shoulders. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Ludwig’s ear as he whispered, “I want everything…anything you can give me.”
Ludwig’s strong arms wrapped around the smaller man’s waist, pulling him closer still. His pretense was already fracturing and falling away. It was overwhelmingly endearing to witness. “Then take it,” he said, his voice rough-edged with obvious desire. “I’m yours and you know it.”
With a rush of desire, Feliciano crashes his lips against Ludwig’s, whining as soon as he could feel the other man reciprocate the gesture, inviting him to explore his mouth further.
“God, I can’t hold up this act without getting so turned on,” Feliciano confessed, blushing before he resumed his desperate attack on Ludwig’s parted lips.
“Me neither— Ah—Just kiss me,” Ludwig begged, chest rising and falling as he stared up at the man on his lap, “I’m yours. Do whatever you wish with me.”
Feliciano dipped down to kiss Ludwig again with a rekindled urgency, his hands sliding up to grip onto Ludwig’s shoulders as he searched for pleasure, desperately grinding himself down onto Ludwig’s lap, trapping the man’s clothed cock between his thighs. The German grunted, holding Feliciano’s hips in his hands, kneading the flesh, pulling and pushing, tearing out feathery gasps and hiccupping whimpers from the latter.
Feliciano’s auburn hair curtained over his face, sweat sticking his fringe to his forehead as he rocked down against Ludwig’s growing cock.
“Demanding thing…” Ludwig grunted, snapping his hips up with each downward thrust of Feliciano’s crotch against his. “Come on, take what you need from me…”
Feliciano’s eyes locked with Ludwig’s, filled with an unmistakable determination. He smiled lopsidedly as he slid off Ludwig’s lap. That flash in Feliciano’s eyes made Ludwig’s attention spark up.
“Stand up,” Feliciano commanded softly, but with a firmness that left zero room for any hesitance at all. Ludwig rose to his feet as well, his tall, powerful form towering over Feliciano’s smaller frame, which was almost hilarious to him in the moment. It simmered away in an instant, however.
Despite their size difference, there was no doubt as to who had the other wrapped around their finger. There was something so intoxicating about the dynamic they shared.
Feliciano moved closer again, his hands trailing over Ludwig’s broad chest. He pushed the man back gently with a smile that was anything but, guiding him to the desk in his room, all the way until Ludwig could feel the back of his thighs pressed against the wooden table. Fuck.
With a surprising amount of strength, Feliciano gave another push to Ludwig’s chest, a large grin dominating his features. The German found himself sitting on the edge of the desk, gazing up at Feliciano, who stood between his parted thighs, both hands gripping the firm muscles of his legs.
“Ludwig,” Feliciano spoke, his voice a low whisper between them as he leaned his face closer and closer, “You’re so strong, you know?”
Ludwig gulped. Hard. He swallowed like he was struggling to do so.
“The difference between your strength and mine,” he continued, “is that you’re physically strong. You can pick me up and throw me around, sure…” His fingers dragged up, up to pause on his boyfriend’s right cheek, warm and slightly stubbled.
“But my strength is that I know what I want, and I know how to work you up to get what I need from you.”
Ludwig’s breathing grew heavier and heavier. His breath caught again when Feliciano moved his hand down, wrapping his fingers around the pulsing column of Ludwig’s neck. Soft and smoothly circling around, feeling the steady pump of blood along his arteries. All Ludwig could do was look up at the gorgeous boy before him, eyes darting all over his face. Feliciano could get drunk off that power he had over the solid frame of a man below him.
“And you like this, don’t you?” Feliciano whispered, his tone both teasing and commanding as he leaned in, brushing his lips against his ear. “You’re being overpowered by someone so much smaller than you, and you love it.”
Ludwig’s hands instinctively flew to grab hold of the man’s waist, but Feliciano grabbed his wrists, pinning them to the desk beside Ludwig’s hips.
Ludwig’s eyes widened, his body tensing with the unexpected forcefulness. Of course, he could’ve easily overpowered Feliciano, but there was something so thrilling about surrendering to the man he loved so much. He gazed up eagerly, waiting.
Feliciano’s smile was triumphant as he leaned in, kissing Ludwig with a fervour that knocked the breath out of his chest completely. He released one of Ludwig’s wrists, his now open hand moving to tangle in Ludwig’s hair, pulling his head back by it to expose his throat. Feliciano’s lips and teeth followed, nipping and kissing at the sensitive skin, drawing a violent shudder from Ludwig’s frame.
Ludwig’s free hand moved to grasp Feliciano’s thigh, seeking some control out of desperation, but the Italian’s persistence rendered him weak. His hand feathered over Feliciano’s thigh as soft lips danced over his neck.
With a swift and sudden motion, Feliciano pushed Ludwig flat onto his back on the desk, climbing atop him with a grace and confidence that left the German’s heart racing and hammering against chest. Feliciano’s hands pinned Ludwig’s wrists above his head, his smaller body pressing firmly against Ludwig’s larger one.
“Stay,” Feliciano commanded, his voice leaving no room for any argument. Ludwig’s muscles tensed, every fiber of his being aching to respond to each touch from Feliciano, but he remained still, captivated and trembling with need.
Feliciano’s eyes gleamed with pure satisfaction as he leaned down, capturing Ludwig’s lips in a burning, rushing kiss. His hands roamed over Ludwig’s chest, fingers catching on the buttons and popping each one out of their holes in a slow, deliberate manner, keeping his deep brown eyes fixed on the placid blue before him.
Feliciano’s touches were gentle but possessive. Ludwig’s body responded to every caress, Feliciano’s cold fingertips tracing each and every hard plane and ridge of muscle, warm and radiating heat with his deep inhaling and exhaling. Feliciano’s fingers climbed up, tracing along the German’s neck, to his sharp jaw, then moved lower again, dragging a fingernail down his chest to his abs. The sensation was maddening, a saccharine temptation, determined to shatter him before he could even get what he needed so badly from the man on top of him.
Ludwig watched intently, shivering as Feliciano’s eyes darted down between them, where his crotch was nestled right up against the other’s.
Feliciano smiled, catching the belt of Ludwig’s pants and unbuckling it with little to no effort, eyes fixed still on the blue irises staring back. He prodded against the zipper and dragged it down just as slowly.
“I’m going to ride you,” Feliciano murmured, leaning down to knock his nose against Ludwig’s. “I’m going to take what I want from you, and you’ll sit here like a good boy and take it.”
“Of course,” the other man whispered in reply, “Just- Please…”
“Please…?” Feliciano teased, pulling Ludwig’s heavy, throbbing cock out free from the tight confines of his pants.
“Come on. Tell me.” he cooed, thumbing the tip of Ludwig’s cock relentlessly, chuckling at the sensitive gasps he pulled from the taller man with each push of his finger against the head.
“I want…” the German started, breathing unevenly, “I really want your tongue…”
Feliciano grinned with an approving nod, satisfied with Ludwig’s request.
“Shift up, then, tesoro,” Feliciano smiled, sitting up to allow Ludwig to move, and he obliged, moving up the table to give Feliciano more space to home himself between his thighs. Ludwig moaned softly as he watched down, as he watched Feliciano crawl up between his legs until his face was in line with his cock.
“Shhh…” Feliciano chastised, leaning down to press a kiss against the throbbing, leaking tip, “Keep it down when I suck you. Unless you want to wake Kiku up…”
Ludwig nodded, biting his lip and holding his breath as Feliciano’s tongue peeked out between his lips to greet the sensitive head, lapping up the precum that was already collecting at the tip following Feliciano’s incessant teasing.
“You’re teasing me,” Ludwig stammered, screwing his eyes shut as Feliciano gazed up at him through his lashes, tongue still running up and along the firm ridges of his length.
Feliciano pouted against the side of Ludwig’s cock before winking and wrapping his lips around the head, sinking his hot wet mouth down until his nose was flush with the base of his length.
The taller man was beyond devastated. He grunted as Feliciano swallowed around his thickness, stuffing his face with the size of it. It was such a hot sight, having his Feliciano take him all the way down almost effortlessly.
Feliciano slid his lips off after a pause, gasping for air as a string of saliva kept his lips connected to Ludwig’s dick.
“I like this,” Feliciano giggled, ducking down to leave open-mouthed kisses along Ludwig’s length from the base, up the side of it, then to the head again, sucking the tip into his mouth once more. He popped off with another breathless gasp to speak again. “I like the way your thighs shake when I swallow you down. When you drop your composure just for me...”
Ludwig shut his eyes again, avoiding Feliciano’s searing eye contact as he bobbed his head up and down, sucking and moaning over the heavy cock in his mouth.
“Look at me,” the brunet pulled Ludwig’s cock out of his mouth again, slapping the tip of it against his lower lip with a devilish grin, “Look at me. Keep your eyes down here, on mine.”
“F-Feli,” Ludwig moaned, lips parted as his head fell back, “I can’t… I need it so bad and you’re fucking killing me…”
The other man shook his head and resumed his assault, running his tongue up and down as he took Ludwig’s length back into his mouth.
“Pull off,” Ludwig grunted, hips twitching when the other shook his head, “I said pull off.”
The shorter man slid his lips off again, breathing heavily. His face was a stunning pink, accenting his soft cheeks and fresh warm tears strung along his eyelashes. He looked glassy and delicious. Ludwig’s eyes followed Feliciano wearily as the shorter man sat up. He rid himself of his pants and unbuttoned his shirt, kicking off his clothes and pushing them off the table to the floor.
“I’m going to ride you now,” Feliciano stated, smiling. Ludwig nodded and watched, watched as Feliciano positioned himself over his sensitive cock.
“Can I touch you?” Ludwig asked quietly, the desperation in his voice too obvious to be hidden at all.
“Yeah,” Feliciano answered, moaning breathily as he sank down onto Ludwig’s impressive length, slowly filling himself up more and more with it.
“God, you’re so big,” Feliciano growled, hands carelessly slapping up Ludwig’s chest to find his shoulders and ground himself.
“Touch me, Ludwig,” Feliciano demanded, bouncing up and down on Ludwig’s cock at a steady rhythm. He moved his hands from the German’s shoulders and grabbed his larger hands, guiding them to hold onto his hips.
“Hold me, guide me onto you,” Feliciano breathed out, gritting his teeth as Ludwig wrapped his large hands around Feliciano’s hips, assisting in rocking his body up and down, sliding his cock past the warm tightness of his asshole. It felt perfect, velvety and inviting, stretching open to accommodate the thick obtrusion that breached him open.
“You’re so fucking good to me,” Ludwig moaned, completely lost in the haze of pleasure. “I’m so, so lucky…”
Feliciano blushed deeply, thoroughly enjoying the praise as he deliberately squeezed down around Ludwig.
“Fuck yeah, tighten up around me, just like that…” Ludwig mumbled, digging his calloused fingers into the plush softness of Feliciano’s asscheeks, sheathing his cock in between them, grunting at the sensation.
“You should- ah- you should try fucking my thighs,” Feliciano suggested in a gasp, wiggling his ass downward so he had Ludwig’s dick pressed all the way in, right up against his prostate.
Ludwig let out a strangled sound at his words, hissing at the mere thought of slipping out of the tight grip of Feliciano’s ass to pump himself between the soft flesh of his partner’s thighs instead.
“You want that?” Ludwig asked, looking up at Feliciano for permission. The brown haired man nodded, smiling as he ground himself down again and again, squealing as he guided the head of Ludwig’s dick to pound against his prostate.
Feliciano sighed, covering Ludwig’s hands with his own, holding them in place on his hips as he bounced on the man below him. “I have an idea,” he murmured, his eyes sparkling with inspiration.
Ludwig raised an eyebrow, stroking the curve of Feliciano’s asscheek with his thumb, waiting for him to continue.
“I’ll cum on your cock, and when I’m done, I’ll let you use my thighs to get yourself off,” Feliciano suggested playfully.
Oh, Lord.
“Sure,” Ludwig agreed, nodding all-too-enthusiastically. “I love that idea, baby.”
“Good.” came the easy reply.
Suddenly, without any indication, Ludwig felt a vice grip on his wrists. Feliciano grabbed both of his hands and held them to the hardwood table beneath them, before lifting himself off Ludwig’s cock, then sinking all the way down again, finding a rhythm that suited his needs. The German laid back, biting his lip and grunting as Feliciano bounced up and down on his cock, swallowing the entire length of it in his tight asshole with each gyration of his hips. He was sure he’d go blind from the merciless onset of pleasure.
“I’m gonna-” Feliciano hiccupped, nails dragging down Ludwig’s wrists to stop at his biceps, where he dug his nails into the muscle, “Fuck- Ah- L-Ludwig…” And with one last slide of Ludwig’s cock against his oversensitive prostate, he came all over his boyfriend’s chest, painting his sculpted abdomen with thick, long ropes of hot cum. Feliciano screwed his eyes shut, whining as the overstimulation began to scrape at him, “God, fucking- Pull out- Ah-,” he stuttered, squeezing Ludwig’s arm desperately.
“Careful,” Ludwig grunted, easily lifting Feliciano’s smaller frame off his cock. He was still hard as a rock when he pulled out, pulsing and heavy, and so ready to cum, but he waited. Feliciano dropped forward, panting as he burrowed his face into the crook of Ludwig’s neck.
They laid together on the table, the only sound being the shared sound of their heavy breathing and an occasional hiccup from Feliciano.
He piped up after a while of their silence, voice still watery and worn out from his previous activity. “Ludzie,” he murmured against the man’s neck, opening his mouth to bite the skin gently.
“You haven’t come yet.”
“No, it’s okay,” Ludwig replied dismissively, flushing as he wrapped his arm tighter around Feliciano’s waist, “I don’t need to, geliebter.”
“You want to.” Feliciano muttered, lifting his face to look up at the other man. “Come on, just-” he leaned up a little, positioning Ludwig’s cock between his squeezed, soft thighs, trapping it between the wet warmth of them. “Come on, fuck my thighs. It’s gonna feel so good…” he giggled, squeezing his thighs tighter around Ludwig’s length.
Ludwig gasped, a sensitive sound in response to the new and very direct attention paid to his cock. The sound of him slipping in and out, past the squeeze of Feliciano’s thighs made his head spin out of control.
“Feli…” he grunted, thrusting in and out between the pillowy flesh, “I’m not gonna last like this, you feel so soft and warm and wet around me…”
“Yeah?” the latter teased, rubbing Ludwig’s hard cock between his thighs even more, the friction getting him off as well, “Let go for me, Ludwig.”
And he did, a strained, rough moan tearing from his chest as he spilled his release all over Feliciano’s velvety thighs, over and over again, panting like he lost all the oxygen in his lungs. The aftershocks of his orgasm wracked through his body, rushing him over with relief after being kept on edge for so long.
“Good boy,” Feliciano purred once Ludwig came down from his high. He kissed up his commander’s chest, humming and pressing his ear against his firm body to listen in on his rapid heartbeat, cheek squashed against the damp skin and the muscle of his chest as the both of them fell asleep.