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[Fanfic] Axis Powers Hetalia - War is not just a kiss? - Italiano

Title: ist nicht nur ein kuss War?
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Torque: Ludwig (Germany) \\ Feliciano (N. Italy)
Prompt: "Please, just a kiss!"
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 6513
Summary: period would often last many hours each day to study or just read, was a way to break from the daily training which included quell'impiastro Feliciano, who now lived with him officially.
Or more like a way to avoid losing control.
Warnings: Fluff ? A little 'OOC * maybe doubt esistenziale*
Note: Scritta per la terza edizione del p0rn fest di fanfic_italia .
Dedicata a Sara, Dalila e alla mia senpai, per avermi supportato, betato, esortato a scriverla e soprattutto sopportato i miei vaneggiamenti XD
Grazie mille <3


Il sole che filtrava dalle ampie finestre della casa di Ludwig inondava di luce il salone, conferendo a tutto un alone dorato e delicato; il tepore dei raggi che colpivano il tedesco, seduto comodamente sulla sua poltrona a leggere un buon libro, era talmente rilassante che se non fosse stato completamente assorto dalle parole si sarebbe certainly asleep.
period would often last many hours each day to study or just read, was a way to break from the daily stress that involved training of quell'impiastro Feliciano, who now lived with him officially.
Or more like a way to avoid losing control.
More and more often lately, thinking it was discovered that the Italian, in his behavior, in his words and his character was awfully cute.
Even more often, especially at night, it was noticed madly want to touch it. Hear fingers on the smooth skin of her cheek, her lips soft, fine hair that color or light brown. Just
This is why recently if he could not get out of bed now sleep slipped away just after that Feliciano had fallen asleep, to go and lie down on the couch, and spend the night there, day and tried to avoid situations that could compromise his integrity, or make him lose control.
was a tactic that seemed good at first, and it had worked. But in recent days made it increasingly difficult to put into practice, and in most cases failed miserably.
And while the sixteenth chapter of the book in his hand came to an end a low noise across the house from top to bottom.
"Germaniaaaaaaaaa!"
The attack came from behind, a few moments after the door slammed loudly, the blond did not even have time to turn around before I handed him two slender arms around his neck, and tirassero against the chair back.
"II-Italy?" The redness did not take long to dust his cheeks, as always, after all, Ludwig was an extremely shy young man, although it appeared to be quite the opposite.
"What are you doing all alone in here ~?" sang out another, resting his chin on his shoulder, and staring.
"S-I ... reading ... "he muttered in response, turning his face away, then looking down with eyes the tome that had fallen from the hands during the attack. ... Too close too close ... her perfume came the light and delicate, and her hair tickled his ear ... and her mouth was so close ...
"eeh?! And do not you get bored, "he asked even the Italian, and Ludwig thought no, not bored, because he could not sit still for more than three seconds, as opposed to him. But he did not say.
"No." he simply respond by shrugging. Feliciano sighed, and his warm breath on his neck made him shiver. "Tch ... P-why did you come here? "
" Is not it obvious? Search Germany ~ "He chirped in response, showing off one of his toothy grin to. Ludwig said nothing, continued staring at the floor, trying to ignore it, and apparently misunderstood the Italian, because his smile lessened, until it turns off and looked disappointed. "What happened, Germany? Are you mad at me? I have done something wrong, "he asked, staring like a puppy that will not separate from its owner.
" N-not be silly ... " muttered the blonde, seeing himself forced to turn to him for not liable to make him cry, his heart leapt in my throat, and fingers wrapped around the arms of his leather chair trembled slightly. He remained perfectly still, watching him for a moment, then returned to set a point at random.
"Ve ~" sighed Feliciano again, causing another little shiver.
Ludwig wanted to tell him something, tell him to come off, but could not do anything, he could not deny that contact will, basically, lying to himself and trying to establish itself not to desire it seemed very stupid. Yet still, he felt that would not lead to anything good ... A soft meow
reached the ears of the blonde, who turned around to see the door of the room a cream-colored cat, furry and soft. "Hey! What the hell are you doing here? "
Before he could do anything Feliciano was fired up," I told you to stay there! "He said, puffing out his cheeks, and she went the cat, taking it in her arms.
"Why did you let in?" German sighed resignedly, watching the cat who enjoyed the pampering of the boy, purring.
"He was hungry. And I thought that since he lives in your garden I could give him something to eat ... "he approached the chair, looking slightly worried" Do not be angry ... I will send it out again ... "he smiled again as usual, and sat on the armrest of his chair, stroking" It 's nice, right? "To that question
blue eyes Ludwig moved to Italy, comparing it to cat and noting that he was a thousand times nicer than the hairball. "E ' a cat. "he answered vaguely. certainly did not expect to be the face of this in front of the nose." Wagh! " made a step back, and back to back clashes with soft skin.
"Daaai, really can not find it nice?" The Italian insisted, bringing it close to his face, and Ludwig, seeing those yellow eyes and nose that naive nodded. "Kiss?" chirped the other then move even more.
"Eh?" Ludwig said, staring shocked. "Should I kiss him?"
"Yes! I'm sure it would be very happy! "Feliciano's eyes lit up, and the blond looked unconvinced the nose of the cat.
" N-I can not really kiss ... "the blond muttered embarrassed by moving his eyes on the Italian first and then the beast.
" Why not? E 'cute! " this statement and the Germans think that maybe it was all so simple.
"V-va ... okay ... "surrendered, approaching his face, and rubbing the nose slightly up to the cat, which gave a yowl and ran a paw on the nose"-Q for the cats ... this is a kiss ... ... " he muttered in distress "L-l'ho ... read ... somewhere ... "
Feliciano remained silent for several long seconds, then smiled brighter," Give one to me! "
"E-EH?" Ludwig blushed up to the tips of ears and eyes wide open, stared into those of the other semi, trying to figure out if he was joking or not. And something told him that no, he was not kidding. "No, I can not do that!" Said shocked.
"Eeeh??" Feliciano said, and his expression became disappointed and depressed "It perchééé??" puffed out his cheeks like a child.
"Pe-not because ... ... we are not cats ..." tried to justify the blond. The truth is that he was afraid of losing control. And a guy like that certainly could not afford it.
"But it's always the same thing!" Feliciano said, "Please, just a kiss!" pleaded staring at him with that as a puppy that could only have an effect on him: make him give.
"E. .. and that's fine ... "
" Hurrah! " The Italian went happily, leaning toward him, with that stupid smile and sweet at the same time. Ludwig followed suit, albeit with much less natural-in fact it seemed that he had something in ...
Their noses came into contact, and rubbed his Feliciano happily, giggling amused. When they left the fair, on the other hand, for a moment thought that his heart would have jumped out of my chest. But the worst was yet to come.
"Another!"
"W-what?" Ludwig asked shocked.
"I want another, give me another kiss!"
"No!"
"Why Germany?" Feliciano's cheeks swelled up again. "Please!"
"I said no, Italy!"
"If you do not want to give it to me I'll give you!" and said that the boy leaned back toward him, catching up, and rubbing his nose on his. Neither Ludwig
themselves later managed to find a reason for his reaction. But while the scent of Italian
was wrapped in his hand rested on the side, and drew her to him, the cat escaped from the arms that held him angry. And while the boy's chest clashed with his, the blond moved his face and pressed his lips on hers.
passed seconds of silence, in which Feliciano stared amazed his eyes closed. Ludwig
Then he opened his eyes, and the magic of the moment vanished as she arrived. "S-sorry ..." he muttered, at the edge of shame, and gently pushed him away. "I did not ..." Lie.
The other looked at him puzzled for a moment, whispering only a '~ Ve' thoughtfully, then smiled. "I like it! Like, what was it? "
" ... eh? " German blinked, staring at him as if he were a ghost. While Feliciano leaned forward and rested his mouth again on her stiffened like a log Wood, clutching his shirt between his fingers. "And again his body moved by itself, the tongue slipped out of his mouth, caressing the soft lips of Italian, and a quiver made to erect the hair on the nape of Ludwig.
"What's that?" The other asked again, breaking away from him and licking his lips for reflection.
"It 'a kiss." the blond said simply, holding it close, and refraining, for the first time, to listen to that inner voice telling him to reject the boy, closing the bathroom.
"Ma .. kisses are not given - "
" Only among cats. " he said, interrupting the speech of Italian. "We are not cats, Italy ..." the hand that was on the soft side of the boy pressed, and slid his butt on his legs.
"Ger -" his voice was interrupted again, from the mouth of Ludwig, who kissed him again, and licked his lips, unable to resist. To his great surprise-and undeniable joy-those lips parted, as to invite him to come in, and he certainly did not think twice about it. And while his tongue sought the Italian his hands moving, making him sit astride on his thighs. The boy did not respond to the kiss, and German by For his part was so clumsy in his movements that was really good that he knew his friend without him on how to kiss. At a time when their tongues touched the both hearts skip a beat, then to resume more quickly. And when they parted
neither knew what to say.
Kiss ...?" said Feliciano, who was not unlike the blonde turned purple from the embarrassment of those moments. The only answer he got was nodding her head. And he did something that the other would not never expected: his lips ripple into a smile, sweet and stupid, while the eyes may open slightly, revealing look at the irises gold. "I like ..." he murmured, leaning forward and placing his mouth on his.
For the first time in his life, Ludwig found himself thinking that cats really brought luck. The mouth of Feliciano did not move, then he was to take the lead again, repeating these gestures inexperienced, and one of his hands moved lower, slipping below the shirt he was wearing the Italian, and alighting on his side. She could feel it shudder to contact unexpected, and this caused him a thrill, and while the language was moving slow and sensuous, caressing her sister, her fingers began to take the skin surprisingly smooth Italian. One thing was certain, clear in his mind: he lost control.

As they arrived at that point? Ludwig had now lost track of time. When you regained consciousness of itself broke away by yet kiss, and looked down between their legs, where his wide-awake now member pressed against the fabric of his trousers and boxer shorts, which were hurting now, so far as they were close. How long were left on the chair's arms to kiss? In any case, it was enough to excite. And when Feliciano moved forward on his ass, pressing against his groin, could not suppress a moan, which went out between the lips of Italian red. He was off, and looking down, trying to understand why he was uncomfortable. The blond followed his gaze, and his face went all shades of red.
"M-I-am sorry to Italy ..." stammered embarrassed, and was already looking a way to exonerate himself, when he realized that he had under his eyes, something unusual even among the boy's legs erection pressed against the fabric.
"Ve ~," sighed the boy, staring and blinking puzzled "What happened ...?"
" N-nothing ... "he said, staring at that point. He reached out, and we rested a finger, then slide down. The whine that he got in response to unsettle the very little that had regained self-control. "Italy ..." he called softly, so low that he struggled to feel.
"There is something wrong ..." muttered the other, more confused than before. The German was about to reply, but the other before him. "I'm uncomfortable ..." moaned, and settled on him again, causing another shudder when rubbed against him. He looked down between her legs and tilted her head to one side, leaning a finger to his lips. That look adorably stupid resulted in the Ludwig insane desire to jump on him, and turn it into a much more different. "What happened to ...?" The question
Italian, joined the ineffable his slender finger his penis pressing against the fabric, which left him more puzzled. Me? , he thought, Are you kidding?
No he was not kidding. Obviously.
With a feeling a lot like the Italian horror Ludwig realized that he had no idea what an erection . And this of course a lot of complicated things.
"It '... it happened to you ... "he tried to point out to him, but got only a questioning look. Then he tried a different approach, reached out and touched his erection again.
Feliciano moaned, and his eyes were closed altogether. "What ... What ...?" he asked softly, and slightly broken.
Ludwig did not respond, he leaned forward and pressed his lips on her, stealing another kiss, while the language intertwined with the German sister pressed the palm slightly crotch of the boy, and that was enough to get it humming again, his voice muffled in their wet contact. And when Feliciano clumsily attempted to respond to the kiss the brain of the blonde said, 'See ? You can do this, Ludwig ... he wants it, all is well ... ', that was enough for his hand crept into his trousers, unbuttoning them and lowered them together so that the boxer enough to free his erection. They parted, both red and breathless.
"G-Germany ... that ... what are you doing ...?" asked the voice of Italian insecure.
"Do not worry ... It will not hurt ... "said Ludwig, looking into his eyes, hesitated for a moment, then his lips ripple in a sweet smile and embarrassed. And after a few moments of surprise and unexpected gesture so rare in the German-especially in recent times-happy smile in return. "Relax ..." he murmured, and gently touched his penis, before you wrap your fingers. The moans that a few simple actions tore at the mouth red and the other half open do enough to even decide to lower their own, pants, if only to avoid becoming the purple and falls off. He had read somewhere. He laid his hand on the other side of the boy, stroking the smooth skin, and Italian shuddered.
"Ha-you ... cold hands ... "he said in a whisper.
"Ah ... s-sorry ... "he said, and walked away from his body, before a moan again draw his attention.
"N-no ..." Feliciano's eyelids are opened up, revealing the irises "not to depart ..."
Ludwig looked at him closely: his mouth slightly open, to bring it out of breath faster than usual, her eyes liquid , red cheeks, his voice trembling ...
had to look away, and carefully observed between the legs. To make sure he did not come, you know.
Once it was realized that no disaster happens gaze fell on the State of happiness tight in his palm: it was strange to see what it was smaller than his. I mean, not so much indeed, but ...
His hand began to move, finally, slowly at first along the shaft, then lingered on the tip, closing it and rubbing it gently against his palm. And in a movement that rolled up the sounds from the throat of Feliciano had more effect on him. Slowly from its members began to drip neglected the first drop of clear liquid preorgasmico. The Italian, on the other hand, his eyes closed and your back slightly arched, and the eyes of Ludwig literally devouring every inch of her skin. And while this was his brain still trying to rationalize, to ask how could this happen, try to understand how the hell could they get to this point. Zero answers. At the time he was engaged in another.
The other hand of the blonde went up along its side, carrying with him the shirt, while all the questions in his head were replaced by words, words read in books-yes, he also had books like that.
Once the chest of Italian was discovered he paused for a moment to admire the pale skin, smooth like a baby. Then his face went up to her and her mouth shut on a nipple, licked it in circles, and we ran his tongue over, teasing the tip with my teeth. Inhale slowly and deeply, drunk with the scent of his breath, his voice, the taste of her skin ... decidedly different and better than he had expected. The moans grew
Feliciano, as well as his erection began to leave its nectar.
The blond continued to touch it and lick it for a few minutes-maybe-, mesmerized by all that was happy.
He corrected himself. What was
Feliciano for him.
"G-Ger ... mania ... "called the boy, and her hands groping for air, until it closes on its head, shook it instinctively, trying to speak, to explain what he felt, but only moans and groans came out uneven.
"I'm here ..." replied the other, detaching itself from his chest and leaning forward to kiss him, he continued to lift the shirt away from him long enough to fasten it behind his head, then we hung up, while the hand was groping the side, looking for the mobile. Her mind cried out against it, but he suppressed all thoughts, giving way to instinct. Deliberately abandoning instinct. Would not give up because of his arguments dictated by shame and panic. Not this time. Not now that all he wanted was there before him, ready to be tasted. Oh yes, dear Ludwig, you've got a crush ... continued to repeat the little voice inside of him.
The fingers closed on the small handle of the drawer, and pulled him, only to creep inside. He pulled a small bottle, the size of a perfume, which contained a transparent substance. He let go of his member, ignoring attempts to happy to do something, do not know whether to complain or whatever, and she uncorked it, pour a 'on one hand. Rubbed her fingers to check that there was not enough, then broke away from his mouth. "Stop me if you do not want ..."
"If I do not want what ...?" asked Feliciano, tilting her head to one side, with his usual idiotic expression. Ludwig thought he probably had not even realized what was happening, but this time did not stop him.
sighed. "What I am about to do ... might bother you ... or hurt you ... or do not like ... o. .. "or nothing, could think of more. "I-well ... if you do not feel ready ... "
" How do I know if I'm not ready, "asked the Italian-blank. And Ludwig
at first did not know what to say. "Ahm ... well ... I guess ... you feel if you do not want ... "
" You'll do you, right? "This
not understand. Really. "S. ..
you ...?" The boy's lips rippled, then bend and ebetissimo a sweet smile. "Alright then ... I'm ready ... "
" M-Italy ... but "
" E 'Germany, no? "Ludwig was speechless. "If Germany is to do so, they can do ... Germany can do more ... "
Tilt. Full tilt. Naivety, that absolute candor, even in saying such a thing ... that innocence that was going to mess ... god. The heart of the German stopped for a moment, he was sure . The next gesture, to hug and cuddle Feliciano, was instinctive and do not even realize. And kissed him again, moaning frustrated by not being able to say what he would have liked to say. Feliciano could not understand why, he knew. Was too pure to know how terribly he had not felt what Ludwig, too pure to see how dirty it was what was for him to Ludwig.
Panic seized him, the fear of making mistakes. And on the other hand, the desire that was burning violently, and the awareness that the feeling in the chest would not have passed.
What to do?
Get up and leave, abandoning them, in full erection? I could imagine sitting in that chair while trying to figure out how had happened, what had happened and how behave. And there would not be successful, she knew.
Or stay there and finish what he started. What next? And if she stolen virginity for a moment of weakness? How could he live without agonizing over every damn second of every damn day?
"... Germany ...?" the boy's voice called him back to reality: his eyes were open now, staring at her, looking a puppy.
"Italy ..." whispered Ludwig, returning the look with a more intense. "Please ... if you know that do not want to stop me ... please. "She pleaded. And Felix looked at him in amazement, because he had never heard the German plead that way. Never. "Do you understand ...?"
" S. .. Yes, Germany ... "he answered, nodding. Ludwig's hand, still impregnated with oil, slipped between her buttocks and touched his openness. The Italian made a jump, and piped surprised, and immediately the other withdrew. "G-Germany ... qu-that's ... "did not finish the sentence.
"I know ... works like this ... "he looked up, already resigned" Would you stop? "
" ... I do not know ... "Feliciano looked down between her legs. He tilted his head, had a thoughtful expression ... probably-definitely-he wondered why the State of Ludwig was so different from his. Days and days of hard work.
The blond sighed and put her hand on his cheek Feliciano, caressing her gently. He smiled again. "Italy ..." he whispered, and handed it to the thumb on his lips before kissing. "You're beautiful, Italy ..." turned red as a tomato. He knew he was going to happen. But he also knew that unless gliel'avesse said would go mad.
Feliciano remained silent, watching. Then she smiled in turn. "Germany ... Fall ... even if I do not know what ... "she giggled, laughed sweet and clear, and the German looked at him, opened his mouth, but the other will advance. "Okay ... okay if you ... "he nodded as he repeated it.
"Italy ..." whispered his name like a prayer, kiss him on his way. The hand that was not dirty oil fell on his butt, and squeezed a round, firm buttocks, causing a moan to Feliciano delicious. It fell back to its opening, and a shudder shook the boy's body above him. I held her, trying to reassure him, as he turned slowly around the little hole contract. "Relax ... I plan ... "he whispered in her ear, and nibbled the lobe down to kiss and lick his neck white and smooth. Pressed with your finger, and at the same moment as he passed the first phalanx of the ring muscles of the groaning Feliciano struck him like a stab, and the feeling of doing something unforgivable overwhelmed him like a river in flood. The arms were about wrapped around his neck, encircling it with all their little force, and shaking, god, he felt it tremble against him.
did not know that, and the very idea of asking him terrified. Once
phalanx still a groan, even frustration, guilt ... and desire. God, and desire. Kept waiting, and then the last.
The medium was completely inside her body, and Ludwig stopped, closing her eyes. Feliciano's muscles twitched on her finger, squeezing it, and just imagine how it would be after ... my goodness.
"Does it hurt .." he asked gently, kissing his cheek, and bringing the front of his face, with a sweet smile on her lips pursed.
Feliciano hesitated, then shook his head slowly. "N-no ... is ... it's weird ... "
" I know ... "she kissed his cheek again, then the tip of the nose, then his lips. "You can always stop ... remember ... "and while his hand moved from his seat at the mouth member to distract him slow down his chest, tracing a trail of wet with his tongue, and attacked again that dark little button.
Feliciano groaned and arched his back. "Ah .... n-no ... all together ... "moaned, and leaned his head back and curl bobbing before the eyes of the blonde. Ludwig
released her nipple, licking his cheek to run it, and suggesting his tongue into her mouth as soon as he had at hand. He decided to try something. He let go of his erection again, and touched with the finger that little tuft. Feliciano stiffened. Turned red-even while he knew it was now-instinctive insinuated the phalanx in the center of the spiral, and began to turn slowly, along with the finger. Feliciano pulled away from her mouth and arched her back, moaning loud, and the muscle contracted repeatedly around the finger of Ludwig. Pleased to have found this new weakness in the German continued to torture him that curls and began to move the finger very slowly, in and out of his body. It was not because could penetrate more easily, and increase speed. Her eyes devoured the figure of Italian, so thin his arms, and that feeling, that wonderful feeling of power, the intoxicated, dulled his mind. He felt powerful , knew him completely in hand. At the same time worried for what was to come. Sad reality (sad for him), what Feliciano was a virgin ... and wondered whether he would be constantly at the boy. If you would know how to act, not to hurt him. Not if it ever would be forgiven, or else.
the first finger if they added another, and again, slowly, a phalanx, pause, another phalanx, pause, and again. And then the movements, slow, almost unnerving, as he felt he could again move easily spread his fingers a scissors, and rolled on themselves, to lubricate it well and to expand that little hole. Italian and every groan, every breath, movement, excitement ... served only to increase his excitement out of all proportion, and in his mind the desire like a fire broke out. And burning from within, more and more.
"Italy ..." he wondered what had passed, he again lost track of time. But he does not care about the answer. "Italy ... do not take it anymore ... "he confessed, and turned very red," If ... s-if not want ... go all the way, tell me ... since we can not turn back ... "the words sounded strange. Speaking in a manner so sweet Feliciano ... was so rare ...
Or rather, it was not uncommon. But Ludwig was so shy to speak to him in that way only when Feliciano was asleep, and he could not hear.
A small and delicate hand rested on his neck, fingers for crept among his hair, which were beginning to fall on the ears and forehead. "Alright, Germany ..." he murmured, smiling, and kissed him on the mouth, licking her lips timidly. He stood a moment, then pressed lightly with your tongue, and tried to enter. Ludwig's response was swift, but to be sure that the Italian was well prepared to re-enter the two fingers, slowly, and began to move them. Feliciano's body trembled beneath her touch, and began to weep, the lips and silence the voice of Ludwig. But this time something did not go as before when at one point the fingers touched the blonde something. The boy broke away from his mouth, and opened his eyes, and for that brief moment Ludwig was able to see the irises gold shine like liquid, before the eyelids hid them again. The moan that slipped out from his lips snapped to attention of the State fair, which was throbbing painfully for a few now-nonexistent-care received. Feliciano is arched back, and pressed her fingers on her hair, pulling slightly. The fingers of German
then began to move rapidly in and out, feeling the muscles contract every time he touched his prostate. How could you describe it? How could he find a word that expressed happiness that his face twitched, his body trembling, and tended to him? The word wonderful , who continued to tap on the head did not seem enough.
"G. .. G-Ger ... but ... nei ... "moaned the boy groaned. And Ludwig was unable to control himself. He pulled his fingers from his body, and grabbed her buttocks hard, squeezing them between your fingers and enjoying the feeling soft and smooth. Feliciano's body was perfect. Wonderful .
"Italy ... forgive me ... "she whispered in his mouth, now could not stop. The separated with one, while the other ended up between her legs, to hold his penis. He moved the thin body of her lover-sky, just thinking about it ... his lover - and was positioned at the entrance, lightly rubbing the tip against the little hole button, enjoying the shiver that traveled the skin of the other.
Then, slowly, he went inside.
The breath is cut off, his heart stopped beating, everything vanished. All, except two of them.
He stopped immediately, the groan of pain from the Feliciano shortly after he arrived in the ears.
God
God.
He groaned softly, feeling the muscles tighten around his penis, the warmth of her body, like fire, which ran its member, spreading in his body.
not imagine that having sex ...
Lovemaking .
not imagine that making love was ... so.
"G-Germany ..." whimpered Italian, squinting at the sides of which had appeared two small tears transparent "Mi ... m-it hurts ... "
" I know ... "he muttered sorry, kissed his cheeks, eyes, wiping away the drops, the tip of the nose, lips, lips, and yet the lips. "Forgive me, please ..."
He fought the urge to push, the desire to get drunk of his body. He fought for him, he fought because he wanted that would appeal even to happiness.
He was a bastard, he felt, he felt himself blame, did not bring a condom. Was a virgin, after all, and he was also happy ... but there was something else that had made him forget to put it literally: the burning desire to hear, for once, direct contact with that body she loved, longed for, loved, wished with all his heart.
He was a bastard, yes. But to be honest you will not regret.
"Ger ... mania ..." the tone of suffering which he called his name made him feel really, really sucks. What had he done ...? What was he doing ..?
"Forgive me ..." he repeated, staring into his eyes, now open.
E Feliciano, who had red cheeks, and shortness of breath, smiled. "Don't .. sorry ... "piped, and wrapped his arms around his neck, resting his chin on his shoulder. "I'm not ... never been so close ... in Germany ... "he whispered, and Ludwig's heart missed a beat, maybe two. "It '... it's nice ... "
" God .. Italy ... "I hugged him and hugged him, burying her face in her neck was too much for him ... hear those things made him almost want to cry, a mixture of guilt, and absolute joy. Is there anything more beautiful? No .
Slowly, as his hand slipped on the front, touching the erection of Feliciano and began to masturbate him to distract him, Ludwig drove her body down, moaning loudly as her heat enveloped him, making him feel an inch off the ground. Slowed down when he felt the muscles twitch and groan Feliciano, then resumed. This continued until the seat of the Italian did not touch her pelvis. Both panting, were red, and tried to recover, the German did not stop a second to caress, kiss, touch the body of the partner.
"I can ... I can move ..? "she whispered in his ear. "Or do you still hurts ...?"
Feliciano hesitate to respond. "Yes ... .. Yes, Germany ... "he answered, nodding. He groaned when a member of the Ludwig came slowly from his body to the tip, and then re-enter, and the free hand of the blond stroked his head, then roll the curl index. Feliciano shuddered, moaning excited, he had no idea what was going on, but he felt that somehow it was ... beautiful ... and then was with Germany ... could not be much, if not beautiful.
Slowly, a bit 'at a time and slowly, the pace of increased pressures, making faster and more vigorously, the german was attentive to any sign of the body of Feliciano, when he realized that he felt pain or discomfort, just slowed down. The leather chair turned out to be extremely convenient for that sort of thing.
After a while, 'Ludwig closed his eyes, surrendering to the pleasure making love with the Italian could give him, and that made him dizzy, and you want more, more and more. And he wanted to see his partner go crazy in her arms, she wanted to see him beg to get more. Was amazed to think about things so nasty, but not much. When he opened his eyes
Feliciano was looking at him, while continuing to hum, and closing every now and then eyes "Ti ... t you like ...?" asked point-blank. Ludwig
smiled, and his response was no doubt. "Yes .. You are wonderful, Italy ... I really like ... "almost wanting to prove his mouth rolled out a hoarse moan that broke the sentence in his throat.
"A. .. me too ... "piped the other, all red, and smiled in turn, one of his stupid smile sweet. Ludwig thought he was mad.
The pace became more intense, and groanings of the two lovers soon filled the room, those of Ludwig low and warm, while Feliciano deliciously high and crystalline. Their music made a perfect contrast consisted of pleasure and kisses, whispers nonsense dictated by passion, names whispered under his breath, and chills down my spine, and the music grew more and more, as they approached the pinnacle of pleasure for both. The first was
Feliciano, who poured a little cry in the gentle hand of Ludwig, and tainted the abdomen, and clothing.
And after a couple of forces stronger and more decisive than the others, feeling the muscles contract around him repeatedly to orgasm just reached, Ludwig also passed the point of no return. It was in the boy's slender body with a groan that seemed almost a roar, and pressed her to himself, pressing his mouth against hers.
And in the end they both left the chair, a top of each other, panting exhausted but happy.
Thank goodness that was to be just a kiss ...
Benedetti cats. Ludwig

When he opened his eyes again he had lost track of time. Loosened his embrace, turning his face to look to Feliciano: her eyes were closed, her lips slightly open, from which emerged the breath, still slightly breathless. He smiled.
Even his lips ripple, and kissed his temple, resting his hands behind his neck, and sliding them down slowly, following the line of the spine with your fingertips, reaching under his buttocks. Pushed him up, and walked very slowly from his body, accompanied by a prolonged moan softly.
The feeling that the left no longer inside him, burning in the heat of his body was like a boulder on his shoulders at first. Then all was as before, or nearly so.
"G-Germany ..." piped Feliciano in an attempt to warn him, but did not have time, and the seed of the German slipped out of its opening, pouring down the legs accompanied by another moan. "S-sorry ..." piped, hiding her face in her neck. Ludwig
smiled lovingly and kissed him on the mouth. "Do not worry ..." he whispered, and slipped an arm around his neck. "Hold on." With a flash on the rose legs and placed her in the chair Feliciano, time to pull up his pants, and pull her. The shots in the arm and led him into the bedroom, laying it gently on the mattress and kissing his forehead. "Wait here, I'll be back ..." he whispered, and walked away from him, except when your fingers stop Italian rallied around the fabric of his shirt.
"N-no ..." he piped, "Stay with me ..."
Ludwig disbanded. He bent over him, and kissed him softly, insinuating language between her lips, and now Feliciano said with greater confidence. "Do not worry ... I'll be back ... "put his hand on her, making let go, and went to the bathroom, wiping with a wet cloth and throwing clothes on the floor. It took another, more moist, and came back to him gently, as if afraid to hurt him, stripped him of his clothes, which he left abandoned on the floor, and cleaned it gently, as if to apologize for what he had done. Then put it under the covers, and lay down next to him, the Italian snuggled against his naked body, and the blonde put her arm around her shoulders, hugging him, and letting his head rested on his chest. She stroked his hair, watching his face as he closed his eyes, the sweet smile that curled his lips did not want to leave.
E ' so beautiful, she thought.
The guilt was gone, now there was only happy in his head in his bed ... surround smell her perfume, put it, it stays ... and god, if he liked ...
For a brief moment in his mind became foolish to think that now belong to each other.
There remained only one thing to do.
slowly brought her face close to hers, and kissed his lips once more, before moving the mouth to the side.
"Ich liebe dich ... " a whisper, just mentioned, sounding a bit 'bitter perhaps, but full of hope of sooner or later tell him in his language in his ear, after making love . Ludwig stroked his face Feliciano, tracing the delicate features with his fingertips, wondering if he would wake at times, if that moment would have faded in the consciousness of the dream.
"Germany ... I do not know German, I ..." piped Italian, sleepy and satisfied with the voice, opening his eyes a little to watch it. Ludwig
smiled. "... I know."