"Well, see, it's because sometimes you look kind of nervous when we make love, and I thought maybe if we do it like this you'll have a little more control so you'll be less nervous, so what do you think?" Feliciano grins up at Ludwig expectantly- it makes sense, because he does get nervous, Feliciano knows, and it's never as fun when he's nervous, so maybe if he tried it like this he'd feel better and besides Feliciano did this for Ludwig a week ago so it's really only fair anyway.
"I..." Ludwig ducks his head a little, the way he always does when they talk about things like this. "Ah— okay."
Feliciano wiggles excitedly and grabs Ludwig's hands, giving him a peck on the cheek. "Great!" he chirps, and means it. "How about tonight?"
Ludwig nods, and his ears have turned pink, and Feliciano slides off the couch and says "Help me with dinner?"
He does.
After dinner is over, and the cleanup is done, and their work is... well, not done, to be honest, but this is way better, Feliciano tries his absolute best to kiss some of that nervous reticence out of Ludwig. It's working- Ludwig returns his kisses quietly, hands resting solid and warm on Feliciano's bare waist, and Feliciano's own ruffling through his light hair until some of it hangs messy over his forehead. He tugs Ludwig a little closer until they're flush against each other and leans up into his broad chest and tugs just a little more, and Ludwig settles a bit awkwardly into Feliciano's lap.
Feliciano huffs out a short breath- Ludwig's kind of heavy- and runs his fingers from Ludwig's hair down across his shoulders and sides to rest on his hips, and then Ludwig squeaks, actually squeaks when Feliciano sneaks his hands back a little onto Ludwig's butt and squeezes. He chuckles into Ludwig's mouth and pulls back enough to catch Ludwig's ears turning pink and, when he sees the almost-smile on his lips and the way his eyes flick to Feliciano's face and back away, Feliciano cranes up for another kiss and pulls Ludwig closer, lets his fingertips slide further down- just a little-
-Ludwig gives a surprised gasp and his hands tense at Feliciano's sides, and though Feliciano is loath to stop touching even for a second, they kind of really need lube to continue this. He grabs for it on the nightstand and squeezes a goodly amount onto his fingers.
"Okay?" He half-whispers, and Ludwig nods with very little hesitation at all, and Feliciano presses a finger inside.
It's warm, so warm, and tight and Ludwig tenses up until Feliciano rubs at the small of his back with his other hand and murmurs comforting noises. Ludwig's hands are braced on Feliciano's shoulders and he leans forward against Feliciano's chest and pants in his ear and then his mouth when Feliciano's free hand takes Ludwig by the chin and guides their mouths together, and Feliciano slides his finger deeper until he wins a trembling "ah!" and a twitch of the hips, and Ludwig's legs slide a little further apart. Pulling away from the kiss, Feliciano watches Ludwig's blue eyes widen and close as he pushes a second and a third finger in, watches the arch of his pale back and the shaking of his strong legs, watches the flush of arousal and embarrassment make its way down his neck and towards his shoulders, and he thinks I am probably the luckiest person ever ever ever in the whole world because there is nobody else who can draw that self-conscious baritone "ohh" from Ludwig's throat, nobody at all.
"Ready?"
"Yes." Ludwig's eyes dart away from Feliciano's face, but there's that almost-smile again, and less of the shaky nervousness that shows up sometimes when Feliciano's on top (and when he's not), and it's good, it's so, so good that Ludwig's beginning to trust him more like this, that he can relax enough to let another person touch him, and Feliciano can't wipe a silly grin off his face as he slides down the bed, as Ludwig haltingly takes the condom from Feliciano before he can put it on and rolls it on for him, as Feliciano guides Ludwig down, telling him to go just as slowly as he wants to, that's it, you're doing great.
a cure for nervousness, 1/2
"I..." Ludwig ducks his head a little, the way he always does when they talk about things like this. "Ah— okay."
Feliciano wiggles excitedly and grabs Ludwig's hands, giving him a peck on the cheek. "Great!" he chirps, and means it. "How about tonight?"
Ludwig nods, and his ears have turned pink, and Feliciano slides off the couch and says "Help me with dinner?"
He does.
After dinner is over, and the cleanup is done, and their work is... well, not done, to be honest, but this is way better, Feliciano tries his absolute best to kiss some of that nervous reticence out of Ludwig. It's working- Ludwig returns his kisses quietly, hands resting solid and warm on Feliciano's bare waist, and Feliciano's own ruffling through his light hair until some of it hangs messy over his forehead. He tugs Ludwig a little closer until they're flush against each other and leans up into his broad chest and tugs just a little more, and Ludwig settles a bit awkwardly into Feliciano's lap.
Feliciano huffs out a short breath- Ludwig's kind of heavy- and runs his fingers from Ludwig's hair down across his shoulders and sides to rest on his hips, and then Ludwig squeaks, actually squeaks when Feliciano sneaks his hands back a little onto Ludwig's butt and squeezes. He chuckles into Ludwig's mouth and pulls back enough to catch Ludwig's ears turning pink and, when he sees the almost-smile on his lips and the way his eyes flick to Feliciano's face and back away, Feliciano cranes up for another kiss and pulls Ludwig closer, lets his fingertips slide further down- just a little-
-Ludwig gives a surprised gasp and his hands tense at Feliciano's sides, and though Feliciano is loath to stop touching even for a second, they kind of really need lube to continue this. He grabs for it on the nightstand and squeezes a goodly amount onto his fingers.
"Okay?" He half-whispers, and Ludwig nods with very little hesitation at all, and Feliciano presses a finger inside.
It's warm, so warm, and tight and Ludwig tenses up until Feliciano rubs at the small of his back with his other hand and murmurs comforting noises. Ludwig's hands are braced on Feliciano's shoulders and he leans forward against Feliciano's chest and pants in his ear and then his mouth when Feliciano's free hand takes Ludwig by the chin and guides their mouths together, and Feliciano slides his finger deeper until he wins a trembling "ah!" and a twitch of the hips, and Ludwig's legs slide a little further apart. Pulling away from the kiss, Feliciano watches Ludwig's blue eyes widen and close as he pushes a second and a third finger in, watches the arch of his pale back and the shaking of his strong legs, watches the flush of arousal and embarrassment make its way down his neck and towards his shoulders, and he thinks I am probably the luckiest person ever ever ever in the whole world because there is nobody else who can draw that self-conscious baritone "ohh" from Ludwig's throat, nobody at all.
"Ready?"
"Yes." Ludwig's eyes dart away from Feliciano's face, but there's that almost-smile again, and less of the shaky nervousness that shows up sometimes when Feliciano's on top (and when he's not), and it's good, it's so, so good that Ludwig's beginning to trust him more like this, that he can relax enough to let another person touch him, and Feliciano can't wipe a silly grin off his face as he slides down the bed, as Ludwig haltingly takes the condom from Feliciano before he can put it on and rolls it on for him, as Feliciano guides Ludwig down, telling him to go just as slowly as he wants to, that's it, you're doing great.