Peter Kirkland
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Words cannot describe my crush for Berwald...
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jun 15, 2010 22:18:42 GMT -5
{name:Italy#|#picture:0} Lifting up the cloth just a little, Feliciano could see that the burn mark had faded away, but only a little. A bit of the redness and bleeding was gone, but it was still quite an open sore. He wondered if he should take Ludwig to the emergency room. He didn't know what degree of burn it could possibly be, and the doctors there would be able to take better care of him than he ever could on his own.
He opened his mouth to say something, but there were no words to speak. Instead, he only just took in a shuddering breath and remained silent again. That was, until, he suddenly felt himself being lifted off the ground with ease and not much difficulty at all. By the time he realized it, Feliciano was now sitting on the German's lap, being held firmly by the waist; a sign that he could not escape.
He was confused. Very much so. But scared? Not a bit. Even though he didn't have any idea what was going on anymore. When he was like this with Ludwig, he felt like he didn't have to worry about a thing at all. The sudden movement to bring him onto his lap halted the Italian's tears indefinitely. He just looked ahead, unblinking, watching those blue eyes and the look on the stubborn man's face.
As he listened, hearing himself being called stupid and childish and just an all around pest, he agreed with every word. It was true. It was all true. He didn't know how Ludwig, or pretty much everyone he had ever crossed paths with, were able to put up with him all the time. He looked down and away, now expecting to be yelled at again, not noticing the waning of Ludwig's voice as he went on. And the next thing he heard was just the top of the iceberg.
"Love... it?" Feliciano didn't even have time to say anything else before he found himself locked into a kiss with his long time friend. The moment their lips connected, he felt millions of thoughts and emotions rush through his head and overwhelm him. His heart started to beat faster, rapidly. But even as this kiss started, he could feel the German's grip loosen from around him.
It gave him an opportunity to stop it, and he was sure he had done it on purpose. Though he was confused as to why this kiss was taking place, he didn't want it to stop. The Italian placed his hands on the blonde's chest, feeling how fast his heart was beating just like his own. He closed his eyes, leaning even more into the kiss. He had never felt like he wanted someone in his whole life more than he wanted Ludwig, right now.
Though the kiss only lasted a few short seconds, Feliciano could take no more. He was running low on oxygen and desperately needed to breath. He slowly broke the kiss, opening his eyes at the same time and staring into the blue ones right ahead of him. The rest of his tears had dried up now, and he didn't look as sad anymore. He clenched the German's shirt into his fists as he struggled to ask just a single question.
"Why?"
[Is it just me or did my previous posts change? Well, not the post itself, but my profile. Instead of the way it's supposed to be, it says Germany now with his icon. I see that someone edited my post, but I don't know how to change it back...
I don't mean to be rude or nitpicky, but I'm hoping that if my profile has to change, it could be changed to the correct character.]
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Post by Italy on Jun 16, 2010 11:38:18 GMT -5
{name:Germany#|#picture:1} Germany felt his heart jump gently at the feeling of a broken kiss, and he simply stared back at the Ialian with passionate eyes. The kiss, itself, was mediocre at best. But, the connection they made said so much, and it was clear to him that Feliciano didn't want to break the kiss as well. "Why?" Germany asked as well, making sure that is what the younger male had said. Why, yes? He had to take a moment so that he could recollect those thoughts that convinced him to give the kiss in the first place. "Because..." he took a deep breath. "I love you, Feliciano. I know this might be wrong to you, and I know my country would want anything but this to happen. But, you have been there for me, no matter what. Even though you end up hurt, or end up hurting me, you have no idea how important it is to me to have you around everyday. I want you around even more then you are now!" His breath became heavy, and his body seemed to struggle in letting him inhale and exhale. "I love you, dumbass. Do you hear me? I. Love. You." The words were clear, and Ludwig was sure of it. That's how they intended to come out. Actually, he was proud that he didn't waver. He was a strong German once again. With that said, Germany quickly crashed his lips into Italy's once again, making sure he kept his dominence. But, his thoughts began to cloud again, he wasn't quite sure what happened in the time between when the kiss started, and when it ended. But, when he came back to, he had Feliciano pinned to the couch in the next room over. The livingroom. The sudden environment change shocked the blonde as well, but he couldn't find the motivation to move, to get off from ontop of Feliciano. So, he just stayed completely still, the brunette under him, pinned by the German's weight. He looked down at him, and felt his cheeks flush. Infact, he felt the sudden blood pressure rise throughout his whole body; from the tip of his nose to the tips of his toes. Italy looked so weak under him, so vulnerable. Open, like he always did. But, this seemed different. He seemed open for him, and only him. His tummy slightly exposed, his pants surprisingly low, only to show off his beautiful hips. He was perfect. ...And Ludwig wanted him now. "Feliciano..." he whispered, making the whole present situation seem like no big deal. He wanted to keep going, he wanted Feliciano to understand what he was feeling, and let him continue. But, he would never do anything against the brunette's free will. For that would be rape, and Ludwig didn't want to put his handsome friend through such terror. ((Do you go all the way for hentai? I don't want to do something that you don't approve of And, I'll talk to the mod who did that to your profile. I know what she did, and I'll ask her right away to have it fixed, no problem ^^))
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Peter Kirkland
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Words cannot describe my crush for Berwald...
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jun 16, 2010 15:06:07 GMT -5
{name:Italy#|#picture:0} Everything was moving at such a fast pace now. To think that just earlier today, Feliciano was doing his daily routine, thinking nothing out of the ordinary, and now he was here, in Ludwig's house, underneath him on his couch.
He hadn't even realized he had been picked up and carried to the other room. He had sort of lost consciousness somewhere along the way shortly after the second kiss began, but he clearly still remembered the feeling of the other's lips against his own, and his confession.
When they finally both had a chance to breath, he stared straight up into the German's blue eyes. Even though he always thought they were icy when he was being strict, and fierce when he was angry, they never looked more warm than they did right now.
This was the first time he got to think about exactly what it was that was said to him. Even now, it shocked the Italian so much to just think about it. "...All this time... you had feelings for me?" The words still rang in Feliciano's ears. 'I love you.' No one had said that to him ever before. The last person he expected to hear such words from was the German. But he was so glad it was him, after all.
He knew that because he had finally gathered up enough courage, or maybe just a good opportunity to tell him, that it was true. He never told lies, and he knew he especially wouldn't lie about his feelings like this. He knew it was the truth just from the kisses they had shared already. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Another tear started to form from his eye, but he quickly wiped it away and smiled instead. "I love you, too, Ludwig. That's why... I wanted to stay by your side all this time. I loved you, and I wanted to be near. Even though I was sure already that you would never return my love, I still wanted to be with you, just as friends..."
He didn't realize the look on his face; a look of wanting and needing. And a look of heat and passion. A wanting to be loved and to have the piece of him that was missing at the thought of unrequited love to be fixed and healed. He wanted the German, but was too shy to ask for it. "I never would have thought... you could love someone like me. A worthless, pasta eating Italian."
Even as he said this, the male was smiling. He was smiling even more happily than he had ever done before. "I'm so happy... to be loved by you. I'm sorry I'm so needing all the time. But I hope you'll be there to help me when I need it. ...And I'll promise, to always be there for you, when you need me. Okay?"
Feliciano couldn't help but giggle a little and blush. He could tell that Ludwig wanted him, and although he was too embarrassed to say it out loud, he wanted him, too. His heart, his soul, and his body. All at once. And right now. No more waiting.
"...Ludwig, is your foot okay? I mean, will it hurt if you move around a lot...? And what about your back?" He wouldn't want to continue on if his back was going to hurt too much. As much as he couldn't wait and hold himself back anymore, he could if it was for the German's health and happiness first.
[Yeah, I'm fine with the more hot and sweaty scenes. n//n
And, thanks. I feel horrible for asking, but I'm a perfectionist when it comes to roleplaying. Anything and everything about my post must be the way I like it, or I feel horrible and it bugs me. x3;]
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Post by Italy on Jun 17, 2010 11:39:47 GMT -5
{name:Germany#|#picture:1} With a knot in the pit of his stomach, Ludwig listened to every word the younger counrty had to say... and it actually made him smile. To think, this whole time, Italy's constant clinginess and obsession to be around the blonde was because he loved him. Heh... it's obvious now, since it has been said. "Hmm..." Ludwig chuckled. "My back is fine, and my foot isn't bothering me anymore, I promise." However, there was another pain that seemed to tear at him; his desire to take the Italian. The tight muscles in his torso delivered the most suculent of pain, and it was intoxicating. "However, I have something that can help cure both our pains." His hands traveled down to the Italian's sides, where he wrapped his fingers around the fabric covering what he wanted, desperatly, to see. Sure, back on the island, the German saw both Italy and Japan shirtless all the time. I mean, it was a southern island, and it was hot! He thought absoutely nothing of it. However, at this point, seeing Feliciano completely exposed to him would make it all the more enjoyable. He slid the shirt all the way up, and watched as the brunette's chest heaved up and down quickly, his heartbeat seeming to guide the quick pace. It was cute, seeing him like that. "Feliciano," he whispered, awe-stricken by his supple, innocent body. "You want this too, don't you?" He was proud that the Italian was being so brave to let himself be exposed like this. If only he would tell Germany these things... He wasted no time to start planting kisses down the under-developed pecks. His hands gently massaging his soft hips, he felt his pulse begin to race and suddenly... his pants became unbearably tight. He grunted, and quickly yanked down the Italian's pants with great force. He couldn't wait any longer... this was torture for him... it wouldn't take long, and they would both feel amazing--He stopped, how could he think that way? This was definatly Italy's first time, and he was sure of it. Shouldn't he enjoy this more then the both of them? He was a fool, and felt filthy for trying to rush through things. "Feliciano, this might feel a little strange at first, but please bare wih me, alright?" Ludwig explained, slowly pulling Italy's colorful boxers from his sides. He gasped, Italy's small manhood was already excited and eager. Already? Well, that made two of them, he was sure of that. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Germany slowly ran his hand down the length of the shaft. Hopefully, he would get some kind of generous reaction from his awaiting brunette. ((YAAAY! I'm good with steamy yaoi scenes ^^ And, I'm sorry it all moved so fast in this last reply. It's just that, I had ideas for this moment, and I wanted to get here so that I could use them and make the roleplay a little better on my part. I promise, after this post, I'll move everything a lot slower And, don't be sorry about being a perfectionist. When I'm not going through writer's block, I get a little ticked off too when things don't go my way XD So, no worries~))
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Peter Kirkland
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Words cannot describe my crush for Berwald...
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jun 17, 2010 20:34:23 GMT -5
{name:Italy#|#picture:0} Hearing Ludwig say that all the pains from his body were gone now, allowed Feliciano to smile softly. He could let out a sigh of relief, and not worry about it so much anymore. He really had been worried for his sake. "I'm glad." He was happy that things were returning to normal now. If you even could call this normal. Normal or not, it was right. It felt right. He was meant to be like this with Ludwig. It just took the both of them this long to finally realize it. Better late than never.
Still pinned underneath the German's body, he wondered what would happen now. They were here, like this, probably sharing the same thoughts, but he wondered if Ludwig would want to do such a thing with him. Or if he would withhold himself for whatever reason. Feliciano soon got his answer when he felt a pair of hands start to wander around his body, eventually tugging up his shirt all the way up to his neck, and leaving his chest exposed to be seen.
As soon as the cooler air hit his bare skin, the Italian blushed a deep shade of crimson. This wasn't the first time Ludwig had seen his chest like this. He had even seen him naked a few times, but somehow this time, it was different. Like he was just showing him his body for the first time. And only to him. "L-Ludwig..." He said softly. You could hear the embarrassment in his voice. This was the first time he had ever filled embarrassed about something in his life. Even after all the stupid things he did, this was the first time he ever felt such an emotion.
Feliciano gasped out, quickly covering his mouth with both of his hands when he felt kisses to his chest. They burned his skin in a comfortable and pleasuring way. The feeling of the German's soft lips sent chills down his spine after each kiss left an invisible mark on his body. He was starting to squirm slightly from side to side. He closed his legs together, feeling the slight tingling sensation between his legs start to grow as more was done to him. He had never felt this way before, and he still wasn't even sure if it was a good feeling or not. He felt like he had a cold, but the warmth he felt inside was different. It felt good.
He was scared. He had to admit that. This was his first time, so he didn't know what to expect. Knowing how perverted Ludwig secretly was, he was sure to have more experience at something like this than he was. The way he was being gentle, and not rushing things so much proved it. The Italian hid his face when he felt his pants be pulled down to his ankles in one, smooth move. The cooler air stung his skin, but at least he still had his boxers on. He moved his fingers out of the way so he could see the blonde's reaction to seeing him almost naked body in a position like this. Where he was even more submissive than he usually was when an enemy was near. Only Ludwig got to see him in such a way. And that made him happy.
Though as soon as his boxers were removed, he hid behind his hands again, now knowing that he was being stared at so closely while completely exposed and with nowhere to run. It was an odd feeling. He just nodded softly, too embarrassed to say something at the moment, but after a few seconds he managed to say something in his smallest voice yet. "...Okay. If it's you for you, Ludwig, I can bare through anything..." Feliciano smiled softly before a surprised gasp escaped from his lips. He arched his back and bucked up his hips involuntarily as Ludwig had grasped onto his reaction, and was now moving his hand up and down it.
He bit down on his lower lip, trying desperately to keep himself in check and to hold back the noises he wanted to make. The German's hand felt so hot against his skin, but it felt so wonderful. A pleasure he had never experienced before, and didn't know that even existed. "L-Ludwig!" He cried out, letting out soft whimpers as body begged for more. Just one simple touch, and he was already addicted.
[No! I think this is going at a good pace! I can't wait to see what's going to happen! It's so cute! >//<; But if you want to slow down, then that's fine with me. I think we're going at a nice pace though. Not too fast, but not too slow, either.
Also, I think there's a rule that says we have to put a warning somewhere when there is sex involved? If it still applies, better put a warning up about now... Don't wanna get in trouble!]
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Post by Italy on Jun 17, 2010 21:46:31 GMT -5
{name:Germany#|#picture:1} Ludwig could feel the tightness in Feliciano's muscles, and began to worry a little bit. Was it really this scary for him? Guilt stung in his chest, but he continued.
After all, he would stop the moment the Italian asked him to.
"Feliciano..." he whispered, wrapping his fingers around the excited length. He wanted the younger country to feel good, and he wanted to know every pleasure point he was able to touch. "I want you to tell me when I do something you like, alright? If you tell me, I'll learn and make it better for you." His fingers squeezed the head as he stroked it gently.
It felt odd pleasuring another man. Since he only had himself to worry about most of the time, he wondered if other guys would like the same thing he did. He could only imagine...
'Hmm...' he thought. 'I wonder...' Then, very slowly, he wrapped his moist lips around the throbbing head. Sucking gently, he was pleased with the excited yelp from the other. So, he continued, and gently bobbed his head. His other hand paid extra attention to the base of the shaft as he continued to suck, hum, and massage anything, and everything, he thought he might of missed.
But, suddenly, he felt his own pain begin to grow in his stomach. Oh, Mein Gott, the tight arousal was getting harder and harder to bare. So, he quickly was able to rid himself of the suffocating belt around his hips, and slide his own eager hand into his pants. Of course, he didn't want Italy to know. Heaven knows how he would react if he were to find the blonde masturbating... like he usually would. What, it's not like he had any kind of girlfriend or significant other to do it with.
All he had were those Christmas magazines, and his imagination.
Quickly finding his own member, he pulled and squeezed with all his might. He yelped, pulling away for just a moment. But, he quickly tended back to his waiting, anticipating Italian.
"L-Let me know... does this feel good?" He squeezed Feliciano a little bit. "H-how about this?" He licked the tip. His voice began to break, he felt so weak. But, when he was sexually vulnerable like this, his manliness was no longer in his control.
((Ok! Then this pace it is<3
And, there is no warning required~ Since I'm a mod anyway, I can't get in trouble ^^))
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Peter Kirkland
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jun 17, 2010 23:01:08 GMT -5
{name:Italy#|#picture:0} Now using his rolled up shirt to help hide his face and keep himself quite, Feliciano placed his hands on the back of Ludwig's head, only gripping lightly onto his hair as he was now down between his legs. Each time he pressed his lips against his skin, he would cry out in pleasure. Even if it was just for a few seconds. It felt just as equally amazing as each time before, and after.
Slowly opening one eye, he glanced down at the top of the blonde's head, unable to see much more other than that from his current position. He had been told to tell him when something felt good and when he did something he liked. But there was just a tiny little problem about doing that. "...But everything feels good..."
He started to pant. It was hard to keep up with enough oxygen in his lungs. The shirt was making it worse, so eventually he had to remove it from his face. "Ahh! S-So... good...!" The Italian let out a particularly enticing moan as Ludwig place his lips over his member and began to suck at it gently. The feeling of his tongue enclosed around him set his body on fire.
"L-Licking... there..." He moaned out in a sort of whine, though he was clearly still enjoying it. "Like this... with Ludwig... I want it so bad..." It was just the fact that he was doing such naughty things with the German right now embarrassed him. But he wasn't so embarrassed to stop anytime soon. He could be a bit stubborn himself, and there was no way he would go back now. Not that he even could, after coming this far. And speaking of coming...
Feliciano was writhing in pleasure, being swallowed up, both figuratively and literally, with an unwavering passion. "I don't know... how much more... I can take..." He said softly through his pants. His erection was pulsing and twitching. The pressure was building silently inside him, and he was already near his breaking point. Ludwig must have been the same way. Maybe even worse.
Sitting up a little, the Italian released his grip on the blonde's head of silky hair, and placed them on his own chest instead. He couldn't think straight while watching what was being done to him. Watching turned him on even more. "Ludwig... You're... enjoying this too, right?" He wanted to make sure this was both what they wanted.
He loved being pleasured by the German, but only if he was also finding pleasure in doing it for him. "If not... I can help..." He wasn't sure of what he could do, but if Ludwig would ask it of him, he would do anything. Feliciano had spotted just a glimpse of the hand that was in his pants, and he knew the only hand it could have been. He smiled softly, somehow pleased to see that Ludwig was turned on so much that he was pleasuring himself. Was it really because of just his body alone?
He let out another small moan, feeling a little bead of pre-cum leaking down his length. He quickly closed his legs, trying to hold it back. It seemed too soon to climax, but he had no control over his body anymore. "Ahh! L-Ludwig! I'm going-!" His voice died out before he could finish his sentence. The feeling of his first climax left him speechless for words.
[Ah, okay! Just making sure! Better safe than sorry~]
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Post by Italy on Jun 17, 2010 23:58:04 GMT -5
{name:Germany#|#picture:1} Germany heard Italy, but didn't respond. Thinking what he did just moments before, about wanting to ravish the Italian senseless, made him feel so guilty. There was no way he was going to let himself feel any kind of decent pleasure. He didn't deserve it, not after letting that thought cross his mind.
'No, Feliciano,' he thought silently. 'This is for you, and only you, got that?' Of course, the brunette couldn't read minds. But, saying that to himself put his mind at ease. His main focus was the smaller country, nothing more, nothing less.
Suddenly, feeling Italy shift and squirm under him, he realized he was close to his limit, and so soon! My my.... how sensitive! Ludwig looked up, and couldn't help but smile at the panting, innocent looking Italian.
"If you're ready to release this soon, then we can do it again. I'll do it as many times as you need it. After all, since it's your first time, you deserve... the best," Ludwig explained, feeling his cheeks heat up. For as cold-hearted as the German seemed, he suddenly wanted the best for his, hopefully soon-to-be, lover. Well, even if they decided not to be together, he still would enjoy giving the cow-licked male only the best.
Suddenly, he heard Feliciano squeal, and a warm substance on his cheek. Quickly, he swallowed the head of the Italian's member once more to suck and swallow the warm fluid that released from his frail body. The liquid was salty and bitter, but it wasn't a bad taste. Granted, he wasn't used to it. But, he assumed that he would have to get used to it, if he wanted to please his eager ally.
After a minute or two, Ludwig pulled away from Feliciano, as well as the hand from his uniform pants. He didn't want to be seen doing such a thing; how degrading. "Now, I'm gonna do it again. But, this time, I want you to tell me what it is you want me to do." He smiled again. "I'll let you be my commander, okay?" He thought the Italian might enjoy hearing that. "You had a chance to feel what you like best. Now, I want to deliver that pleasure to you again. This is how I'll learn." He positioned himself back inbetween Feliciano's legs, awaiting a "command".
My, My.... he really does care for Italy~
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Peter Kirkland
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jun 18, 2010 2:25:38 GMT -5
{name:Italy#|#picture:0} Once the feeling of euphoria finally started to fade away, Feliciano was left panting as he layed his head against the couch. He turned his head to the side, just taking a few moments to catch his breath and calm down. His climax was the most wonderful thing he had ever felt.
All that pressure, just released at once, was such an awesome feeling that swallowed him and took over his body for what seemed an eternity. His body was left shaking like a bad after effect after something such as that. He was still moaning softly, reeling in the tingling sensation that was now sweeping over him instead. But even after such a big release, he still felt unsatisfied. Not to mention that he was still just as hard and excited, as if nothing had happened.
Slowly opening his eyes again, he looked down and lifted his head up just a bit so that he could see Ludwig. He smiled through his heavy breathing softly, seeing that he had swallowed it all up. "I-I'm sorry... I couldn't make it... in time." He apologized, seeing a bit of his spilt liquid on the German's cheek. At least he had reacted fast enough to catch the rest, or he would really need to have been apologizing.
With some effort from his partially drained body, he lifted himself up from the couch on his shaking arms that could barely support his weight. Moving his legs back and forth just a bit, he was able to take off both his shoes and his pants and boxers, leaving them free movement from now on. "It felt... so wonderful... I loved it. I really loved it..."
He could feel himself start to tear up for some reason. He had no idea why he felt the need to cry like this, all of a sudden, but he was just so happy. Maybe that was why. He was so happy that he was able to do this with Ludwig, to share their bodies with each other, and love one another without worrying about anything else. He was so lucky. The luckiest boy in the world.
Feliciano wiped the small tears from his eyes, looking back down towards the German, and then giving him quite a perplexed look. "Y-You want me... to give orders?" He asked, hardly believing such words were coming from his mouth. If in any other situation, he probably would have been really scared right now to hear that. Though he didn't understand exactly why he was giving him such an opportunity, there was no way he was going to pass it up. A chance to order around Ludwig for once? Who didn't want to do that?
"...Okay! Just do whatever I say, and I wont have to get mad at you!" He said, giving off what seemed to be a imitation of the German himself. Though he had never actually said anything like that, it's just how he seemed to act in the mind of the Italian. But after he saw him between his legs again, waiting for an order, all the confidence was swept away just as quickly as it had showed up. Feliciano was still Feliciano, after all.
"Uhm, uh..." He suddenly became flustered, his cheeks were turning rosy. He adverted his eyes away from Ludwig's, wondering what he could order him to do. "This is... sort of embarrassing." He had to admit, mostly just talking to himself. His heart started to beat in an odd way in his chest. "...But if it's what you want..." He took in a deep breath and slowly swallowed. He was no good at giving orders! No good at all!
"Ludwig, I want you..." He started to say, in a confident enough voice, but it quickly died down again. "T-To... l-lick me... c-clean. E-Everywhere." Feliciano quickly clasped a hand over his mouth again, looking surprised to hear himself say such a thing, and then giving Ludwig a look that asked if saying something like that was even okay. He really hoped he hadn't stepped out of line with his first command...
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Post by Italy on Jun 18, 2010 2:57:57 GMT -5
{name:Germany#|#picture:1} Tears. Tears? Why on earth was he crying?
But, then, the thought stopped him... it was Italy, after all. Of course he would find something to cry over. They didn't seem to be tears of pain, so there wasn't much worry. He returned a faithful smile, one that was assuring Feliciano that anything could be done here, and it would all be completely okay.
"Lick you clean, you say?" he smirked, noticing the younger country's sudden embarrassment. Surely, that wasn't such a hard task! Why so bashful? "You don't have to worry, okay? I commanded you to well, give me commands, and that's exactly what I want!" His voice raised again, but he just couldn't find the strength to wipe the smile from his face. "When you give me another command, you best be giving it to me with a forceful tone!" With that, he chuckled and leaned forward, licking the warm, streaming tears from the Italian's face. "But, your wish is my command." With that, he finished lapping the salty tears from the other's cheeks, and resumed letting his tongue roam over Italy's exposed neck and shoulders.
Oh, his skin was so soft! Such a delicate wrapping to hold every part of his delicate Italian together. Gee... if only ALL of his presents were wrapped this way! He took the liberty in gently sucking on the nape of his neck, allowing the supple skin to be claimed his. Now, no one else could touch him. He was the German's, and the German's alone.
"Like this, sir?" Ludwig asked, smiling inward at the 3-word comment. Such a simple response, and it made him seem so out of character. He has always been known to be a fierce and intimidating soldier, and he intended to keep it that way. However, behind closed doors, he felt warm and at ease, able to open up a little more and bring out the inner playfulness he kept hidden from everyone else. And, with Italy? Well, that was just begging for that dormant emotion to poke it's head out even more! There was just always something about that little brunette...
No, his little brunette.
He proceeded with his licking and gentle nipping as he went lower and lower. Then, finding himself and Feliciano's chest once more, he took the opportunity in pinching the excited pink flesh that just seemed to sit there, untouched. It was common knowledge that this spot felt good when tended to, and in this situation, there was no exception. He rolled the fleshy nubs in-between his thumbs and index fingers, smiling the whole time. Then, while doing that, he took the liberty in leaning forward onto the boy and rolling his hips against the still hard erection.
At this point, Ludwig seemed to have Feliciano in his lap, and completely at his whim. He was hoping to have Italy notice all the different possible positions, and will want to try them out out of curiosity. That's all Ludwig wanted to do,
To give Feliciano the maximum pleasure he deserves,
And to teach the Italian everything he knew. And, hopefully by then, Ludwig might have learned some new things as well<3
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jun 18, 2010 22:10:33 GMT -5
{name:Italy#|#picture:0} "I-I can't... be forceful... Especially not to you, Ludwig..." Feliciano muffled through the hand over his mouth. He just didn't have the pride enough to make anyone do anything he said. He would always ask and beg, but never ordered. It was out of his element. And then the thought crossed his mind that maybe, deep down, Ludwig was the one that liked being ordered around instead?
He wondered if it could be true, and couldn't help but giggle a little as he thought about it. That seemed so funny, that he couldn't help but smile again. And now, he felt more at ease. He removed his hand from his face, placing it down to his side again as the blonde had started on his order, starting with the few tears that were drying on his cheeks.
Feeling his tongue tickled him, which made him laugh softly and blush, until he got down to his neck. He noticed that was when he seemed to stall, hovering over a small space along the curve of his neck. The Italian wondered what he was doing there, until he felt those same lips he already knew so well replace the tongue, and even felt a little press from teeth against his skin, as well.
After a few seconds and Ludwig had moved on, Feliciano reached one of his hands up and pressed it to the still warm spot. He could feel just a tiny indent made into his skin; a mark of ownership. He couldn't help but smile to think that he only belonged to Ludwig now. And he was so happy for that.
Slowly lowering his gaze down, he locked eyes with the German. He smiled a little and nodded his head. "Y-Yeah... Just like that... You're doing a good job." He sped through the rest of his sentence before he could feel himself become too embarrassed about it. He was feeling a less shy about it now, but was no where near having enough courage to pick up his voice to be louder than a soft whisper.
But Feliciano really was enjoying it, not that it had to been said out loud that he was. The moans and pants that came from his mouth were evidence enough. He loved everything Ludwig was doing to him, to his body. It drove him just on the edge, but didn't allow him to fall over. In a way, it was sort of teasing. But he really didn't seem to mind then.
But as this continued on, he couldn't help but think that another part of his body was being neglected from feeling the German's touch. He had touched him all over, except one place. The boy blushed at himself as the thought ran through his head. Maybe he should ask about it? Or just order him instead?
As he was trying to decide which would be the best way to say it, Feliciano found himself being picked up from laying along the couch, and was now sitting on the blonde's lap instead. He blushed deeply, turning his head down and avoiding looking at him face to face. They were so close now. Not to mention that he could feel the bulge in Ludwig's pants rubbing against his thigh.
Just a thin piece of clothing was separating the opportunity for bare skin pressing against bare skin. His own shirt that was still on and had fallen back down, didn't even provide enough length to hide him. "L-Ludwig, I-I want..." He started to say, but remembered he had to be demanding. But there was no way he could be demanding about something like this. Maybe there was another way to tell him, without speaking out loud about it.
The Italian smiled and leaned forward, placing his heaving chest on Ludwig's. Now they were even closer than before. He was giving him a naughty and playful look; a sexy look of desiring something. And what he was after was him. "Ludwig..." He placed his hands on top of the the larger pair of ones and started to guide them around on his body. First over his chest, then down to his hips, and finally reaching behind and setting them just above his waist on his backside. "...I want you to touch me here, too..."
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Post by Italy on Jun 18, 2010 23:22:48 GMT -5
{name:Germany#|#picture:1} He was so lost in everything he was doing at the moment, that he didn't realize his hands being moved from what they were occupying first. But, when he felt soft, supple skin that was Italy's backside, he immediately leaned forward, furthering his access. My, my. the skin was so smooth. And, it was like squeezing a soothing, calming stress ball.
...That was the best comparison he could make at the time.
He smiled at the thought of his Italian boy becoming braver and braver still as the heated evening drove on. He was actually quite proud to see him caring only for himself, and not the blonde.
Yes, Ludwig was still stuck on the plan of not being touched for the evening. He would only touch himself; that was his discipline for wanting to drive into Feliciano right then and there earlier. Hopefully, with all of Italy's innocent wants and desires, it would keep the German soldier busy and allow him to forget all about his desperate arousal.
Boy, this was going to be tough.
"Oh, would you like this?" he asked in a husky, whispered tone. He wasn't trying to use a seductive voice, for Italy was already in his lap. However, it just seemed to come naturally in this situation. After all, this was the first time he was able to talk to something living and breathing to please them, rather then fixating himself on some page in his magazines.
So, gently sliding his fingers into Italy's tight opening, he prodded his fingertips through the tight ring that protected his virginity. Italy squirmed, and he immediately stopped. The last thing he wanted to do was make his brunette feel uncomfortable. But, he hoped he was doing what Feliciano had asked. He continued to squirm, and he began to notice the uncomfortable position.
"Here," he replied to his thoughts, and wrapped Italy's arms around his neck. This pulled them closer then before, and the German was quite shocked that there was any room left to be taken! "Better?" He began to prod again, and watched his lover's expression change. Geez, can his pants get any MORE tight? This was agony, but he deserved this punishment after all...
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jun 19, 2010 1:52:52 GMT -5
{name:Italy#|#picture:0} Feliciano wore an embarrassed look on his face as he felt Ludwig's strong, big hands on his bottom. He took in a small gasp of air every time he squeezed firmly, or moved his hands around in circles. "Ahh... Ahh..." It was the only thing that he could say; just moans of pleasure escaping from deep inside him.
The blush that had appeared on his cheeks earlier was spreading, now down to the bottom of his ears. He had never known that being touched and groped in such a way could feel so amazing like this. The more Ludwig continued on, the more he wanted. He could feel his erection start to twitch again; that familiar feeling of a twisting knot in his stomach had returned.
The Italian could still feel the German's own erection moving around in his pants. He found it odd that for as long as they had been going at this, he hadn't even gotten himself undressed yet. It seemed weird. And he also remembered about his offer to pleasure him in return had been shot down earlier. He knew he was doing this for him... but wouldn't it have been better if they could both enjoy it?
Feliciano turned his head back to look at Ludwig, wanting to say something about it. But before he got the chance to, felt a pair of fingers pushing at his entrance down below. In the seconds that the blonde's fingers were inside him, he let out a loud cry as his body jumped up like a giant hiccup.
This time, he wasn't shy about keeping any noises to himself, and let them be heard as loud as he could make them. "L-Ludwig...!" Feliciano gasped out, looking surprised. It was so tight and his body was putting up a lot of resistance; clamping down on the fingers as they invaded their way deeper and deeper inside of him. He tried to ease up, but wasn't even sure how to do so.
It hurt. It hurt a lot. But it was his first time, so that was to be expected. Although the boy had a very low tolerance for pain, he bared through it. But the look on his face still told the whole story. It did feel a bit uncomfortable, and he squirmed around on Ludwig's lap, trying to get used to the feeling. Taking in deep and slow breathes, he worked around the pain. It helped a little, but not much.
The German seemed to take notice of his discomfort and troubles, and started to move him to fix that. Now he was holding on around his back, tightly, and practically leaning against him now. There wasn't an inch of space separating their bodies any longer, which took off a lot of the edge already. Feliciano nodded, smiling through his soft panting as he tightened his grip around him just a little; not wanting to choke or hurt him, but needing some way to focus his attention off of the pain in his body.
"It's... better..." He leaned down, nuzzling into the crook of the blonde's neck, closing his eyes to rest just for a few moments. "But... Ludwig..." He slowly picked himself up again, this time pressing his forehead against the other's and making sure he wouldn't be able to look anywhere else but straight at him. "You're holding yourself back... aren't you?"
Feliciano frowned, giving a very sad look. "You don't have to... I don't want you to... This is something we should be both enjoying, right? But you... You're not, right? I can tell..." He motioned down to the bulge in his pants, being neglected this whole time. "It must be painful... I don't want to be selfish. Why are you withholding yourself?"
He bit down on his bottom lip, feeling his eyes get a little wet again. "...Or is it just me? My body? Am I... not good for you, after all...?"
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Post by Italy on Jun 19, 2010 11:02:34 GMT -5
{name:Germany#|#picture:1} The loud gasps of the brunette made Ludwig's heart twinge with pain. This definitely was his first time, and he felt so bad for not being able to take the pain completely away. But, he was dealing with his own at the moment, and that was torture enough.
Speaking of his pain, the blonde German gasped when he felt Feliciano's forehead pressed to his, and asking if it was his body that wasn't good enough for him. It made his heart tear and turn knots in his chest.
"N-no, Feliciano!" he replied with a shocked, yet gentle, tone. "You're not the reason--" he stopped. He was the reason for Ludwig's painful dilemma, but it was only because he wanted to tear into that cute body the moment he was given the chance. "...you're not the reason I'm doing this. I-I'm punishing myself because, when I pinned you down on the couch a few minutes ago, I wanted to go crazy, and take you hard and fast. But, that wouldn't be fair, now would it?" He continued to massage the Italian's backside as he spoke. "It's your first time, and you deserve a gentle touch. So now, I don't want to be bothered with for the rest of the evening. This is all about you, and this pain is my punishment."
Oh, punishment it was. The familiar pain in his stomach seemed to spread, and now the tops of his hips and his whole abdomen was in unbearable discomfort. But, damn, he was a soldier! A man expected to risk his life on the battlefield for his country! A little pain wouldn't due him in!
...but it was getting pretty close.
"Feliciano," he whispered gently again, taking one hand to gently slide it back around and take hold of the other's exposed, and throbbing, manhood. "I want to do this for you. This is a new experience for me too, being with another man and pleasing him in this way," he stroked the Italian's shaft with the gentlest touch, and he began prodding his backside again with the slowest pace and patience. "I love you, and people I love only get the best from me, understood? I don't want you to worry a thing about me, I'll be alright." His voice wavered a bit on the last part, but it didn't make it sound any less true.
Ludwig loves Feliciano, and he wants to be with him until his last breath. Of that, he was positive.
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jun 19, 2010 16:38:26 GMT -5
{name:Feliciano Vargas#|#picture:0} Though he soon found out the reason why Ludwig had been focusing so much on him, and ignoring his own wants and desires, Feliciano didn't feel any better now that he knew. In fact, he just felt worse. He understood that it seemed like a horrible thought, but...
He hadn't, so there was nothing to be punishing himself over for, right? It was just a thought, and he hadn't acted it out. If the Italian had ever acted out on his thoughts, then something like this would have probably happened a lot more sooner than right now. But he never did. Thinking and acting on wasn't the same. At least, not to him it was.
"Ludwig, but..." He started to say, but it seemed he wouldn't be able to change the stubborn German's mind. Not this time. It felt horrible to have him just sit here, pleasuring him, without having anything done in return. And the truth was that Feliciano desperately wanted for him to be inside him right now.
"...If you're sure..." He gave him one final sad look, wishing he would change his mind. But he wouldn't force it on him. There would be other times. There was no rush. But that guilty feeling still sat heavy in the bottom of his heart. He let out another soft moan of pain as the fingers started to enter inside him again.
Maybe it was a good thing to wait before going any further than this, after all. He could be trained to make it less painful for when the time came. Despite still feeling a bit of the pain lingering, it felt very good. The deeper he went inside, the better.
The look on his face slowly changed back to one of pleasure, unlike before when it had been a mix of sadness and discomfort. "I love you, too... Ludwig." He said out loud, almost breathlessly, so softly like the silence around them in the house all by themselves. He was making him feel so wonderful, despite everything that had happened today.
Feliciano threw his head back and started to moan louder as he could feel himself building up to another climax. He nearly lost it when he felt Ludwig press against a certain spot inside him with his fingers, which resulted in him making a strange cry of a yelp and a squeal at the same time.
His hips started to buck up again, and now he was rolling them up and down in a sort of bouncing motion on the blonde's lap. He couldn't help it. It felt so good. So amazing. He was losing his mind. "Ludwig! ....Again. Press there... again..." He might have found the most sensitive spot on his body, which was saying something for almost anywhere on the Italian's body was sensitive.
Feeling the spot being grazed past again made him shake all the way down his body. He leaned forward again, giving Ludwig even more room, but still did not stop his movements. He wasn't even sure if he could anymore. Feliciano could feel the start of his climax, but this time was able to quickly lower his hands down to cover himself.
He closed his eyes and held them tightly shut as he felt wave after wave of hot, sticky liquid coat all over his hands. He only gave a soft whimper. His second climax within only a few minutes apart from the last one. When it ended, he collapsed against Ludwig's body, panting and feeling even more drained than he had the first time. But he also felt happy. It was even better this time around.
"Ludwig..." He gently nuzzled against his neck, placing a soft kiss to his skin to thank him for making him feel so wonderful not just once, but twice now.
[Ah, yes! Thank you for telling me that! I noticed that you could do that now from the PM you sent. I just hadn't read it after some of my posts had been changed, so I didn't know. Sorry. >.< But thanks for telling!]
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