Definitely the luckiest, Feliciano thinks when Ludwig's settling on top of him, so warm and tight and lovely and biting his lip a little, and Feliciano pulls him close and kisses the teeth away and strokes his shoulders and back and thighs, letting Ludwig get ready in his own time. And finally he is ready, and he begins moving, eyes wide and mouth open and forearms on either side of Feliciano's shoulders and legs folded on either side of Feliciano's pelvis, and Feliciano wants to say you're beautiful and he wants to say I love you, but his words fall away beneath the clumsy rolling of Ludwig's hips and the clutch of his hands in Feliciano's hair and he just moans instead. Grabbing for Ludwig's waist, Feliciano tries to slow down and even out their movements, and when he does, Ludwig lets out a small noise that sounds like a moan trying to hide and Feliciano smiles up at him.
"You can— nnh— make noise, it's okay," he says breathlessly, because Ludwig does need to know that it's not something he has to be embarrassed about and besides he's heard Ludwig really moan a few times before and oh God if that wasn't the hottest thing in the universe then Feliciano would only ever eat Arthur's scones for the rest of his life, and he rocks his hips up again and trails his hands from Ludwig's waist down across the jut and dip of his hipbones and further-
-"Ohh!"-
-and Feliciano doesn't know if it's the sound or the way Ludwig's thin, bitten lips shape around it or the blazing red of his cheeks or the curve in his spine or the sudden tightening or everything at once, but whatever it is runs up and down his spine and makes his toes curl and his head a little light. He hauls Ludwig down into a nearly-bruising kiss by one hand on the back of his neck, and lets the other hand keep doing what it's doing, and drinks in the sight and sound and feel of Ludwig, strong beautiful smart amazing Ludwig, hot around his waist and in his palm and against his lips and letting out hesitant, trembling gasps, and he can feel Ludwig's pulse in his neck and how fast his heart is going, and Feliciano arches up a little.
Ludwig's noises become more insistent, and if Feliciano listens just right he can hear ah Gott, Feli, oh mein Gott and if he thrusts up again and twists his wrist just so then probably-
Ludwig comes, shaking hands still in Feliciano's hair, open mouth and closed eyes and tensed legs and ohgodFeli, and Feliciano sighs gladly and follows him. He slips out of Ludwig, who slides off him and to the side, and manages to lift his heavy arms enough to take off the condom. Ludwig has rolled onto his back, blond hair disheveled, and he slowly reaches out an arm and rubs at Feliciano's cheek with his long, strong fingers. Pushing into the touch, Feliciano scoots as close as he can and lies on his side next to Ludwig, rubbing small circles into his hipbones. He yawns.
"Did you like that?"
Ludwig, still gently flushed, nods.
"Good. Did you feel less nervous?"
Ludwig pauses before answering. "I... yes."
"That's good!" Feliciano squeaks. "Uh- which parts made you feel less nervous? So I can do them again?"
"Um. I think— I think the position helped some, and the- the waiting for me to get used to things, and, uh." The next part comes out mumbled and in a rush. "You kind of m-make me feel safer anyway."
There's something warm and soft growing in Feliciano's chest and curling in the back of his throat, and he smiles so widely his cheeks hurt and pets through Ludwig's hair, propped up on one elbow. "Really?"
"Y-yes." Ludwig coughs a little and shifts. "Do you think we should wash off?"
"Ew, getting up," grumbles Feliciano, but they both get out of bed anyway and stumble into the shower, where Ludwig lets Feliciano wash his hair, and then dry off and fall back into bed, Ludwig's head on Feliciano's chest and their legs tangled and knotted together.
Feliciano absently toes at the back of Ludwig's upper calf and pets his hair again, and Ludwig might still be blushing a little but he's so calm right now, and he feels Ludwig's small smile and sighs again. If he cranes his neck, he can see down the gentle swoop of Ludwig's spine and the small dimples on either side of it at the small of his back, and he pulls the sheets and the comforter over their bodies and digs the heel of his hand into Ludwig's back between his shoulderblades, eliciting a shudder and a pleased breath.
Ludwig opens his eyes and meets Feliciano's, and says "Thank you" quietly.
"Thank you," and Feliciano cuddles as close as possible and whispers "I love you, Ludwig" into the top of Ludwig's head.
A hand makes its way to the side of Feliciano's stomach, warm and solid, and Ludwig rests his head right over Feliciano's heart and keeps their bodies intertwined and whispers back "I love you, Feli," and that's the last thing Feliciano hears before he drifts to sleep, both of them warm and safe and content.
I can't help but wonder if all the recent GerIta goodness has the same author. Be as it may, this was just as nicely characterized as the other fills and just as much fun to read. Believable sex and believable characters, the perfect combination.
Mmrph, deliciously done. I love an Italy who can coax Germany into letting go a little in the bedroom, and this one is so nice and loving that I'm rather jealous of both of them at this point. Thanks for sharing!
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the cure for nervousness, 2a/2
(Anonymous) 2013-05-20 04:47 am (UTC)(link)"You can— nnh— make noise, it's okay," he says breathlessly, because Ludwig does need to know that it's not something he has to be embarrassed about and besides he's heard Ludwig really moan a few times before and oh God if that wasn't the hottest thing in the universe then Feliciano would only ever eat Arthur's scones for the rest of his life, and he rocks his hips up again and trails his hands from Ludwig's waist down across the jut and dip of his hipbones and further-
-"Ohh!"-
-and Feliciano doesn't know if it's the sound or the way Ludwig's thin, bitten lips shape around it or the blazing red of his cheeks or the curve in his spine or the sudden tightening or everything at once, but whatever it is runs up and down his spine and makes his toes curl and his head a little light. He hauls Ludwig down into a nearly-bruising kiss by one hand on the back of his neck, and lets the other hand keep doing what it's doing, and drinks in the sight and sound and feel of Ludwig, strong beautiful smart amazing Ludwig, hot around his waist and in his palm and against his lips and letting out hesitant, trembling gasps, and he can feel Ludwig's pulse in his neck and how fast his heart is going, and Feliciano arches up a little.
Ludwig's noises become more insistent, and if Feliciano listens just right he can hear ah Gott, Feli, oh mein Gott and if he thrusts up again and twists his wrist just so then probably-
Ludwig comes, shaking hands still in Feliciano's hair, open mouth and closed eyes and tensed legs and ohgodFeli, and Feliciano sighs gladly and follows him. He slips out of Ludwig, who slides off him and to the side, and manages to lift his heavy arms enough to take off the condom. Ludwig has rolled onto his back, blond hair disheveled, and he slowly reaches out an arm and rubs at Feliciano's cheek with his long, strong fingers. Pushing into the touch, Feliciano scoots as close as he can and lies on his side next to Ludwig, rubbing small circles into his hipbones. He yawns.
"Did you like that?"
Ludwig, still gently flushed, nods.
"Good. Did you feel less nervous?"
Ludwig pauses before answering. "I... yes."
"That's good!" Feliciano squeaks. "Uh- which parts made you feel less nervous? So I can do them again?"
"Um. I think— I think the position helped some, and the- the waiting for me to get used to things, and, uh." The next part comes out mumbled and in a rush. "You kind of m-make me feel safer anyway."
There's something warm and soft growing in Feliciano's chest and curling in the back of his throat, and he smiles so widely his cheeks hurt and pets through Ludwig's hair, propped up on one elbow. "Really?"
"Y-yes." Ludwig coughs a little and shifts. "Do you think we should wash off?"
"Ew, getting up," grumbles Feliciano, but they both get out of bed anyway and stumble into the shower, where Ludwig lets Feliciano wash his hair, and then dry off and fall back into bed, Ludwig's head on Feliciano's chest and their legs tangled and knotted together.
a cure for nervousness, 2b/2
(Anonymous) 2013-05-20 04:49 am (UTC)(link)Feliciano absently toes at the back of Ludwig's upper calf and pets his hair again, and Ludwig might still be blushing a little but he's so calm right now, and he feels Ludwig's small smile and sighs again. If he cranes his neck, he can see down the gentle swoop of Ludwig's spine and the small dimples on either side of it at the small of his back, and he pulls the sheets and the comforter over their bodies and digs the heel of his hand into Ludwig's back between his shoulderblades, eliciting a shudder and a pleased breath.
Ludwig opens his eyes and meets Feliciano's, and says "Thank you" quietly.
"Thank you," and Feliciano cuddles as close as possible and whispers "I love you, Ludwig" into the top of Ludwig's head.
A hand makes its way to the side of Feliciano's stomach, warm and solid, and Ludwig rests his head right over Feliciano's heart and keeps their bodies intertwined and whispers back "I love you, Feli," and that's the last thing Feliciano hears before he drifts to sleep, both of them warm and safe and content.
Concrit appreciated, and thank you for reading!
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