Meine Liebe: Ludwig/Naoji, NC-17
Title: Come Tomorrow
Author: rocks_not_dead
Fandom: Meine Liebe
Claim: Ludwig at 5drunkfics
Pairing: Ludwig/Naoji
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: alcohol comsumption and smexing *points to rating*
Word count: 2932
Summary: It's the night before the academy breaks up for the holidays and Lui is feeling melancholy.
Author's notes: This was planned to be short and sweet. Well, it's still sweet, but a lot less short.
Come Tomorrow
Rivulets of water were still running down Naoji’s back, dripping from his hair as he walked from the showers back to his room, clad only in a white towel which was slung around his waist. Another towel was held in his hands with which he was drying his hair.
Tomorrow the academy would be breaking up for the holidays and Naoji would be leaving to spend his time off at Mr Foster’s house. He was looking forward to seeing the man again who had been so very kind to him, and previously to his mother. It meant, though, that Naoji would be making a long journey the following day. It would surely be tiring and therefore he decided that he should go to bed now.
Something was strange, Naoji decided, as he came close to his dormitory’s door. He was sure he had closed it and yet now it stood open ever so slightly, a sliver of light coming from inside. Cautious now, Naoji approached and pushed the door open fully, preparing to defend himself, just in case. A sigh of relief escaped the Japanese boy as he stepped inside and found that there was no need to worry. The image he was met with was quite an appealing one, in fact.
Naoji couldn’t help the smile that crept onto his lips as he saw Ludwig sprawled on his bed. Gone were the formal coat, the cloak and the laced boots. Ludwig was only wearing a white shirt, unbuttoned about half way, and dark trousers to match. It was rare to see Ludwig this relaxed, Naoji realised. Though he suspected that the wine glass, balanced precariously in his friend’s hand had something to do with it.
Ludwig turned his head as he heard Naoji enter, a lazy smirk gracing his features.
“Lui, what are you doing here?” Naoji asked, hanging the towel with which he had been drying his hair over the back of his desk chair. “Have the others retired?”
Ludwig chuckled. “Camus was already falling asleep in my lap and you know Orphe and Ed.”
Naoji shook his head and smiled. This meant Orphe and Ed had disappeared to spend some private time together, leaving Lui to put a sleeping Camus to bed. The image this created in Naoji’s mind only made his smile widen.
“And then you decided to pay me a visit?” Naoji raised an eyebrow at his friend. The way Ludwig held his body, the barely-there flush to his cheeks and those violet eyes which were just slightly too bright… “Are you drunk, Lui?”
Ludwig just chuckled and sat up, a movement performed a lot more clumsily than Ludwig’s usual grace would have ever allowed. “Not very,” the darker-haired man declared. “More like… tipsy, I think they call it.” He took another sip of wine for emphasis.
Naoji gave a disbelieving snort, but smiled, swooping in to pluck the wine glass from his friend’s hand. “You’ve had enough,” he decided as he set the glass down on the table infront of the window. It gave a slight clink as it connected with the polished wooden surface.
“Naoji…” Alerted by his name being called softly, the Japanese boy turned around. Ludwig was sitting, supported by one of his hands while he held his other hand out, beckoning for Naoji to come to him. Naoji raised an eyebrow in question. He’d seldom seen such a look in Ludwig’s eyes. Longing and…
“Come,” Ludwig beckoned. “Come to me, Naoji.”
Naoji complied. It was hard not to, hearing that deep, soft voice luring him in. Abandoning the glass on the table, Naoji walked to the bed and sat down on its edge, the soft mattress giving slightly with the added weight. “What is it, Lui,” he asked softly, but was never met with an answer. Just with Lui leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his lips.
The kiss was soft; there was a melancholy to it that Naoji did not quite understand. This open tenderness was quite unlike Lui.
“What’s wrong?” Naoji asked, breaking the kiss to place his hands on Lui’s shoulder’s so he could see his friend’s eyes.
Ludwig shook his head slightly and gave a small smile. “It’s nothing,” he said. Naoji’s expression changed at that moment, from confusion to one that clearly stated that he didn’t buy what Ludwig was saying. Seeing this made Ludwig realise exactly why he was here, feeling that he would miss his friend dearly during the holidays. The way Naoji could read him was only one of the reasons.
“Though,” Ludwig continued, slinging his arm around Naoji’s waist to pull him into a comfortable lying position, “come tomorrow we won’t see each other for some weeks. I wanted to spend some time with you.”
Once again, Naoji could just smile and shake his head. “You really are drunk,” he told Lui, though Naoji had no objections to his friend’s sentimental ideas at all, as unusual for Lui as they were. How could he, when merely hearing Ludwig’s voice made his insides squirm with fluttering anticipation.
A short laugh from Ludwig, now. “Maybe I am,” he said. “But that shouldn’t stop us.” Rolling both of them over so that they could comfortably rest on the bed, with Ludwig leaning over Naoji, Ludwig once again engaged the Japanese in a kiss. This one, though, lasting longer and laced with passion, Lui’s tongue slipping into Naoji’s inviting mouth, stroking and teasing what it could reach.
Naoji’s hand came up to tangle in that amazing mass of midnight hair. He really loved Ludwig’s hair. The way it felt slipping through his fingers; the many ways in which it could make Ludwig look even more stunning and especially the way it tickled and teased when they were this close. Like now when the sensation of dark strands gliding over his chest and sides made Naoji squirm and moan.
Ludwig had since moved on, his attention now set on sucking Naoji’s collar bone, determined to leave a mark before they parted ways. It scared Naoji a little, at times, when Ludwig was being so possessive, but in other ways it made him feel incredibly happy, and safe. These feelings easily overpowered the fear.
Squirming a little, Naoji realised just how underdressed he was as Ludwig made fast work of unfastening the towel which had barely been covering the Japanese boy. Naoji soon found himself entirely naked and already aroused as Ludwig flung the towel to the floor next to the bed.
The image of perfection made Ludwig stop in his actions for a moment. Naoji was truly a sight to behold, lying prone beneath him and completely unclothed. Not a mark could be seen on his slender body, bathed in a golden hue given off by the candle light. Naoji’s lips were parted slightly, his eyes darkened by lust and anticipation.
“You’re beautiful,” Ludwig whispered before diving in for another deep and possessive kiss. Naoji melted into the contact, his hands clutching at Ludwig’s shirt-clad shoulders as Ludwig’s hands were already roaming Naoji’s sides, stroking the sensitive skin down to the hips.
“Oh, Lui,” Naoji moaned, his hands buried in the fabric of Ludwig’s shirt. It was driving Naoji mad that he could not run his hands across the skin that lay beneath. He took a deep breath to calm his racing heart, because if he didn’t stop Lui now this would be over far too soon. “Oh, Lui, you wear too much.”
Even to his own ears, Naoji’s voice had sounded far too breathy to pass as exasperation, he realised, blushing as he pulled himself into a sitting position and applied gentle pressure to Ludwig’s shoulders. Lui just chuckled and followed the implied path, leisurely lying back on the bed, supported on his elbows.
Naoji smiled innocently at Ludwig as he reached for the already parted front of the other’s shirt, bestowing feather light touches on the skin that was already visible. Ludwig’s eyes slipped closed, a relaxed smile playing on his lips.
Lips that parted slightly in a hitched breath as Naoji’s hands ventured further, one of them unbuttoning Lui’s shirt further while the other traced a finger down the lightly muscled chest. The hum of appreciation coming from Ludwig was all Naoji needed to go further, pushing the white fabric of his lover’s shoulders and leaning in for a short kiss during which Lui disentangled his arms from his shirt, sending it the same way Naoji’s clothing had previously gone.
Naoji pushed Lui to lie properly on the bed as he mounted to straddle his lover’s hips, pressing against Ludwig’s still clothed erection. The groan this drew from Ludwig made Naoji’s smile turn into a nearly wicked grin.
“Tease,” Ludwig managed, his voice husky as Naoji lowered those beautiful lips to kiss trails down his chest and to his navel. Violet eyes displayed stormy lust as Ludwig once again supported himself with his arms so he could see his beautiful lover.
Naoji now placed his lips above Ludwig’s navel and sucked there, scraping his teeth lightly across the flawless skin before lapping at the abused flesh with his tongue. Ludwig stifled a moan, the sensations travelling straight to increase his arousal. Oh, how he wished he could be rid of his trousers.
Feeling strong stomach muscles flex beneath his cheek, Naoji trailed further kisses downwards until his tongue teasingly slipped beneath the waist of Lui’s trousers. The mere sight of this, as well as the excruciatingly close proximity to his neglected erection, made Lui throw his head back with a drawn out groan. Oh how deceptive his angel could be, Ludwig mused, how deceptively innocent Naoji could be. Ludwig liked to think that he was the only one to have ever experienced this wicked side to Naoji.
It was time, Naoji decided, to direct his attention to more pressing matters. Nimble fingers unfastened the buttons, Lui’s hips immediately rising up allowing Naoji to pull black trousers and undergarments out of the way. Ludwig slumped back to the bed with a relieved moan as his erection was finally freed. In part, it was these unguarded moments he was allowed to see that made Naoji feel special. This was his Lui; so beautiful, unrestrained by social settings and in the throws of passion.
A single pearl of precum had gathered on the tip of Lui’s member. Naoji leaned forward, pink tongue snaking out to lap at the milky fluid. Ludwig gasped and threw his head to one side in an uncontrolled movement. “Oh, God. Naoji…”
The strained tone of Ludwig’s voice was all the encouragement the Japanese boy needed to go further, slipping the tip of his lover’s erection into his mouth slowly, sucking on it tightly before taking the member in further.
A ragged groan tore from Lui’s throat, his hands fisting in the sheets as his usually iron control slipped under his lover’s talented mouth.
“Naoji… ah.” Naoji’s tongue was currently curling and snaking around Lui’s member and if this overload of pleasure did not wipe out his mind completely, Ludwig vowed to ask his lover where he had learned this particular art. Or maybe it was just a natural talent that was now driving Lui closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. It was all Lui could do to stop himself from thrusting deeper inside Naoji’s throat, effectively choking the other boy.
A trembling hand came up to rest in Naoji’s hair, tugging lightly. “Stop,” Lui commanded, panting. He would not last much longer if this continued. Naoji dutifully stopped and let Lui’s member slip out of his mouth. The cool air suddenly hitting his member made Lui gasp.
Cat-like and smiling wickedly, Naoji slowly crawled up the length of his lover’s body. Ludwig’s body was tense as a bowstring with lust, Naoji noted with satisfaction.
“Too much?” Naoji whispered before leaning in for a deep kiss.
“No, not enough,” Ludwig countered, his voice rough with desire, his eyes darkened by lust. The kiss he bestowed upon Naoji was nothing less than feral as his hand stroked down the Japanese’s back and to his cleft. Long fingers rubbed across the puckered hole they found there, making Naoji gasp.
“Let me…,” Lui breathed, his eyes half-lidded in lust-induced anticipation. Naoji moaned, that rare passion, the sensation he felt nearly invading his body making his erection harden further. “Yes,” Naoji breathed, frantically scrambling to retrieve a vial of scented oil from his bedside drawer.
Ludwig chuckled breathlessly as his lover handed him the vial. “So eager,” he purred, caressing Naoji’s cheek with his free hand. “So beautiful.” Those words, always those words. They made Naoji smile bashfully and avert his eyes. He so wanted to believe them.
Opening the vial, Lui made to coat his fingers in the slippery liquid, but Naoji stopped him. “No, I want to still feel you in the morning. And after,” he stated with quiet conviction that surprised even himself. But it was true. He would let Ludwig mark him, take him and think nothing further of it, because he knew that Ludwig would think no less of him if he did.
The smile this brought to Ludwig’s face was genuine, heartbreakingly so. He leant in for a gentle kiss and wordlessly handed the lubrication to Naoji before lying back down. He wanted to watch his lover’s every sensual move.
Taking the vial, Naoji poured some of the oil into his palm and the slowly coated Ludwig’s erection with it. The touch made Lui hiss. He didn’t think he could possibly grow any harder. Now, setting the lubrication aside, Naoji crawled onto Lui’s lap, aligning his opening with his lover’s prick and lowering himself ever so slowly.
Both boys gasped at the first contact, Naoji from the sudden penetration and Lui from the tight heat that was beginning to engulf him. It took agonising moments for Naoji to fully lower himself onto Ludwig and he was sure that this was exactly what he wanted as the pain gradually faded into an intense, pleasurable feeling of being filled.
“You’re… so damn tight,” Lui gasped, having to restrain himself from bucking his hips. They’d do this at Naoji’s pace and Ludwig didn’t want to hurt his lover. He’d hate himself for hurting this precious being who owned his soul.
Naoji began to move slowly, lifting himself up and down with the help of his legs. Every movement made wonderful friction turn into waves of pleasure that spread through to his very core. Ludwig groaned, hands flying to find support on Naoji’s hips. Something to ground him. Anything to keep his sanity from flying out of his mind, even as he was losing it with every upwards thrust, with every maddening slide into Naoji’s tight heat.
Lift up high and slam back down, a pattern that was becoming a rhythm and a cry tore from Naoji as the penetration reached that pleasure spot deep inside. The feeling was addictive, making him crave it over and over again. The rhythm soon became erratic.
The way Naoji was riding him, the beautiful expression of pleasure etched on the Japanese boy’s features, all these things combined with the increased pace and friction were driving Ludwig closer and closer to the edge.
“Oh… not long… now,” Lui gasped, peering at Naoji through lust-clouded eyes and strands of mussed black hair. The expression on his lover’s face could be described as nothing but beautiful, Naoji mused and tucked the memory of deep inside his soul. He would treasure it forever, this smile breaking through the strain of pleasure and those bright violet eyes.
Naoji himself was coming close, but it was not enough. Still not enough. “Lead me, Lui,” he pleaded, taking his lover’s hand and guiding it to his erection. Ludwig complied gladly, wrapping his hand around Naoji’s member and pumping in time with their thrusts. Naoji moaned and cried out repeatedly at the onslaught of sensation that was racing from his cock to every nerve-ending of his body.
“Lui!” Climax came to Naoji with a rush of blinding white and his lover’s name torn from his lips in a harsh attempt to vocalise what he was feeling through the pleasure that was robbing him of his breath.
Ludwig’s breath hitched abruptly and then turned into a gasp as Naoji’s walls clenched around his member. One more thrust and he spilled his seed inside Naoji with a growl that turned into a drawn-out groan at the height of completion.
Coming down from his high, Naoji collapsed forwards, panting, onto Ludwig’s equally heaving chest. Sweat coated both their bodies, slowly cooling around the edges of where skin touched skin. Strength drained, Lui slowlly lifted his arm to let his hand settle in Naoji’s damp, soft hair, stroking there soothingly. Smile on his lips, so happy in the afterglow, violet eyes slipped shut. Ludwig was asleep within moments.
It took a long while for Naoji to move. He did, though, eventually, directing a smile at his sleeping lover. It would be wonderful to share the bed tonight, Naoji thought as he got the candle from the small table. The wine glass, there, caught his eye where it stood, forgotten. A slow smile and Naoji picked it up, bringing the rim to his lips and draining it. It was good. Strong and unexpectedly sweet, like Lui.
The candle blown out, Naoji crawled into bed, wriggling back into his lover’s embrace. Lui grunted briefly, but did not awaken. His arms moved, though, to tighten their hold on his Naoji.
A/N: Please review. :)
Author: rocks_not_dead
Fandom: Meine Liebe
Claim: Ludwig at 5drunkfics
Pairing: Ludwig/Naoji
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: alcohol comsumption and smexing *points to rating*
Word count: 2932
Summary: It's the night before the academy breaks up for the holidays and Lui is feeling melancholy.
Author's notes: This was planned to be short and sweet. Well, it's still sweet, but a lot less short.
Come Tomorrow
Rivulets of water were still running down Naoji’s back, dripping from his hair as he walked from the showers back to his room, clad only in a white towel which was slung around his waist. Another towel was held in his hands with which he was drying his hair.
Tomorrow the academy would be breaking up for the holidays and Naoji would be leaving to spend his time off at Mr Foster’s house. He was looking forward to seeing the man again who had been so very kind to him, and previously to his mother. It meant, though, that Naoji would be making a long journey the following day. It would surely be tiring and therefore he decided that he should go to bed now.
Something was strange, Naoji decided, as he came close to his dormitory’s door. He was sure he had closed it and yet now it stood open ever so slightly, a sliver of light coming from inside. Cautious now, Naoji approached and pushed the door open fully, preparing to defend himself, just in case. A sigh of relief escaped the Japanese boy as he stepped inside and found that there was no need to worry. The image he was met with was quite an appealing one, in fact.
Naoji couldn’t help the smile that crept onto his lips as he saw Ludwig sprawled on his bed. Gone were the formal coat, the cloak and the laced boots. Ludwig was only wearing a white shirt, unbuttoned about half way, and dark trousers to match. It was rare to see Ludwig this relaxed, Naoji realised. Though he suspected that the wine glass, balanced precariously in his friend’s hand had something to do with it.
Ludwig turned his head as he heard Naoji enter, a lazy smirk gracing his features.
“Lui, what are you doing here?” Naoji asked, hanging the towel with which he had been drying his hair over the back of his desk chair. “Have the others retired?”
Ludwig chuckled. “Camus was already falling asleep in my lap and you know Orphe and Ed.”
Naoji shook his head and smiled. This meant Orphe and Ed had disappeared to spend some private time together, leaving Lui to put a sleeping Camus to bed. The image this created in Naoji’s mind only made his smile widen.
“And then you decided to pay me a visit?” Naoji raised an eyebrow at his friend. The way Ludwig held his body, the barely-there flush to his cheeks and those violet eyes which were just slightly too bright… “Are you drunk, Lui?”
Ludwig just chuckled and sat up, a movement performed a lot more clumsily than Ludwig’s usual grace would have ever allowed. “Not very,” the darker-haired man declared. “More like… tipsy, I think they call it.” He took another sip of wine for emphasis.
Naoji gave a disbelieving snort, but smiled, swooping in to pluck the wine glass from his friend’s hand. “You’ve had enough,” he decided as he set the glass down on the table infront of the window. It gave a slight clink as it connected with the polished wooden surface.
“Naoji…” Alerted by his name being called softly, the Japanese boy turned around. Ludwig was sitting, supported by one of his hands while he held his other hand out, beckoning for Naoji to come to him. Naoji raised an eyebrow in question. He’d seldom seen such a look in Ludwig’s eyes. Longing and…
“Come,” Ludwig beckoned. “Come to me, Naoji.”
Naoji complied. It was hard not to, hearing that deep, soft voice luring him in. Abandoning the glass on the table, Naoji walked to the bed and sat down on its edge, the soft mattress giving slightly with the added weight. “What is it, Lui,” he asked softly, but was never met with an answer. Just with Lui leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his lips.
The kiss was soft; there was a melancholy to it that Naoji did not quite understand. This open tenderness was quite unlike Lui.
“What’s wrong?” Naoji asked, breaking the kiss to place his hands on Lui’s shoulder’s so he could see his friend’s eyes.
Ludwig shook his head slightly and gave a small smile. “It’s nothing,” he said. Naoji’s expression changed at that moment, from confusion to one that clearly stated that he didn’t buy what Ludwig was saying. Seeing this made Ludwig realise exactly why he was here, feeling that he would miss his friend dearly during the holidays. The way Naoji could read him was only one of the reasons.
“Though,” Ludwig continued, slinging his arm around Naoji’s waist to pull him into a comfortable lying position, “come tomorrow we won’t see each other for some weeks. I wanted to spend some time with you.”
Once again, Naoji could just smile and shake his head. “You really are drunk,” he told Lui, though Naoji had no objections to his friend’s sentimental ideas at all, as unusual for Lui as they were. How could he, when merely hearing Ludwig’s voice made his insides squirm with fluttering anticipation.
A short laugh from Ludwig, now. “Maybe I am,” he said. “But that shouldn’t stop us.” Rolling both of them over so that they could comfortably rest on the bed, with Ludwig leaning over Naoji, Ludwig once again engaged the Japanese in a kiss. This one, though, lasting longer and laced with passion, Lui’s tongue slipping into Naoji’s inviting mouth, stroking and teasing what it could reach.
Naoji’s hand came up to tangle in that amazing mass of midnight hair. He really loved Ludwig’s hair. The way it felt slipping through his fingers; the many ways in which it could make Ludwig look even more stunning and especially the way it tickled and teased when they were this close. Like now when the sensation of dark strands gliding over his chest and sides made Naoji squirm and moan.
Ludwig had since moved on, his attention now set on sucking Naoji’s collar bone, determined to leave a mark before they parted ways. It scared Naoji a little, at times, when Ludwig was being so possessive, but in other ways it made him feel incredibly happy, and safe. These feelings easily overpowered the fear.
Squirming a little, Naoji realised just how underdressed he was as Ludwig made fast work of unfastening the towel which had barely been covering the Japanese boy. Naoji soon found himself entirely naked and already aroused as Ludwig flung the towel to the floor next to the bed.
The image of perfection made Ludwig stop in his actions for a moment. Naoji was truly a sight to behold, lying prone beneath him and completely unclothed. Not a mark could be seen on his slender body, bathed in a golden hue given off by the candle light. Naoji’s lips were parted slightly, his eyes darkened by lust and anticipation.
“You’re beautiful,” Ludwig whispered before diving in for another deep and possessive kiss. Naoji melted into the contact, his hands clutching at Ludwig’s shirt-clad shoulders as Ludwig’s hands were already roaming Naoji’s sides, stroking the sensitive skin down to the hips.
“Oh, Lui,” Naoji moaned, his hands buried in the fabric of Ludwig’s shirt. It was driving Naoji mad that he could not run his hands across the skin that lay beneath. He took a deep breath to calm his racing heart, because if he didn’t stop Lui now this would be over far too soon. “Oh, Lui, you wear too much.”
Even to his own ears, Naoji’s voice had sounded far too breathy to pass as exasperation, he realised, blushing as he pulled himself into a sitting position and applied gentle pressure to Ludwig’s shoulders. Lui just chuckled and followed the implied path, leisurely lying back on the bed, supported on his elbows.
Naoji smiled innocently at Ludwig as he reached for the already parted front of the other’s shirt, bestowing feather light touches on the skin that was already visible. Ludwig’s eyes slipped closed, a relaxed smile playing on his lips.
Lips that parted slightly in a hitched breath as Naoji’s hands ventured further, one of them unbuttoning Lui’s shirt further while the other traced a finger down the lightly muscled chest. The hum of appreciation coming from Ludwig was all Naoji needed to go further, pushing the white fabric of his lover’s shoulders and leaning in for a short kiss during which Lui disentangled his arms from his shirt, sending it the same way Naoji’s clothing had previously gone.
Naoji pushed Lui to lie properly on the bed as he mounted to straddle his lover’s hips, pressing against Ludwig’s still clothed erection. The groan this drew from Ludwig made Naoji’s smile turn into a nearly wicked grin.
“Tease,” Ludwig managed, his voice husky as Naoji lowered those beautiful lips to kiss trails down his chest and to his navel. Violet eyes displayed stormy lust as Ludwig once again supported himself with his arms so he could see his beautiful lover.
Naoji now placed his lips above Ludwig’s navel and sucked there, scraping his teeth lightly across the flawless skin before lapping at the abused flesh with his tongue. Ludwig stifled a moan, the sensations travelling straight to increase his arousal. Oh, how he wished he could be rid of his trousers.
Feeling strong stomach muscles flex beneath his cheek, Naoji trailed further kisses downwards until his tongue teasingly slipped beneath the waist of Lui’s trousers. The mere sight of this, as well as the excruciatingly close proximity to his neglected erection, made Lui throw his head back with a drawn out groan. Oh how deceptive his angel could be, Ludwig mused, how deceptively innocent Naoji could be. Ludwig liked to think that he was the only one to have ever experienced this wicked side to Naoji.
It was time, Naoji decided, to direct his attention to more pressing matters. Nimble fingers unfastened the buttons, Lui’s hips immediately rising up allowing Naoji to pull black trousers and undergarments out of the way. Ludwig slumped back to the bed with a relieved moan as his erection was finally freed. In part, it was these unguarded moments he was allowed to see that made Naoji feel special. This was his Lui; so beautiful, unrestrained by social settings and in the throws of passion.
A single pearl of precum had gathered on the tip of Lui’s member. Naoji leaned forward, pink tongue snaking out to lap at the milky fluid. Ludwig gasped and threw his head to one side in an uncontrolled movement. “Oh, God. Naoji…”
The strained tone of Ludwig’s voice was all the encouragement the Japanese boy needed to go further, slipping the tip of his lover’s erection into his mouth slowly, sucking on it tightly before taking the member in further.
A ragged groan tore from Lui’s throat, his hands fisting in the sheets as his usually iron control slipped under his lover’s talented mouth.
“Naoji… ah.” Naoji’s tongue was currently curling and snaking around Lui’s member and if this overload of pleasure did not wipe out his mind completely, Ludwig vowed to ask his lover where he had learned this particular art. Or maybe it was just a natural talent that was now driving Lui closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. It was all Lui could do to stop himself from thrusting deeper inside Naoji’s throat, effectively choking the other boy.
A trembling hand came up to rest in Naoji’s hair, tugging lightly. “Stop,” Lui commanded, panting. He would not last much longer if this continued. Naoji dutifully stopped and let Lui’s member slip out of his mouth. The cool air suddenly hitting his member made Lui gasp.
Cat-like and smiling wickedly, Naoji slowly crawled up the length of his lover’s body. Ludwig’s body was tense as a bowstring with lust, Naoji noted with satisfaction.
“Too much?” Naoji whispered before leaning in for a deep kiss.
“No, not enough,” Ludwig countered, his voice rough with desire, his eyes darkened by lust. The kiss he bestowed upon Naoji was nothing less than feral as his hand stroked down the Japanese’s back and to his cleft. Long fingers rubbed across the puckered hole they found there, making Naoji gasp.
“Let me…,” Lui breathed, his eyes half-lidded in lust-induced anticipation. Naoji moaned, that rare passion, the sensation he felt nearly invading his body making his erection harden further. “Yes,” Naoji breathed, frantically scrambling to retrieve a vial of scented oil from his bedside drawer.
Ludwig chuckled breathlessly as his lover handed him the vial. “So eager,” he purred, caressing Naoji’s cheek with his free hand. “So beautiful.” Those words, always those words. They made Naoji smile bashfully and avert his eyes. He so wanted to believe them.
Opening the vial, Lui made to coat his fingers in the slippery liquid, but Naoji stopped him. “No, I want to still feel you in the morning. And after,” he stated with quiet conviction that surprised even himself. But it was true. He would let Ludwig mark him, take him and think nothing further of it, because he knew that Ludwig would think no less of him if he did.
The smile this brought to Ludwig’s face was genuine, heartbreakingly so. He leant in for a gentle kiss and wordlessly handed the lubrication to Naoji before lying back down. He wanted to watch his lover’s every sensual move.
Taking the vial, Naoji poured some of the oil into his palm and the slowly coated Ludwig’s erection with it. The touch made Lui hiss. He didn’t think he could possibly grow any harder. Now, setting the lubrication aside, Naoji crawled onto Lui’s lap, aligning his opening with his lover’s prick and lowering himself ever so slowly.
Both boys gasped at the first contact, Naoji from the sudden penetration and Lui from the tight heat that was beginning to engulf him. It took agonising moments for Naoji to fully lower himself onto Ludwig and he was sure that this was exactly what he wanted as the pain gradually faded into an intense, pleasurable feeling of being filled.
“You’re… so damn tight,” Lui gasped, having to restrain himself from bucking his hips. They’d do this at Naoji’s pace and Ludwig didn’t want to hurt his lover. He’d hate himself for hurting this precious being who owned his soul.
Naoji began to move slowly, lifting himself up and down with the help of his legs. Every movement made wonderful friction turn into waves of pleasure that spread through to his very core. Ludwig groaned, hands flying to find support on Naoji’s hips. Something to ground him. Anything to keep his sanity from flying out of his mind, even as he was losing it with every upwards thrust, with every maddening slide into Naoji’s tight heat.
Lift up high and slam back down, a pattern that was becoming a rhythm and a cry tore from Naoji as the penetration reached that pleasure spot deep inside. The feeling was addictive, making him crave it over and over again. The rhythm soon became erratic.
The way Naoji was riding him, the beautiful expression of pleasure etched on the Japanese boy’s features, all these things combined with the increased pace and friction were driving Ludwig closer and closer to the edge.
“Oh… not long… now,” Lui gasped, peering at Naoji through lust-clouded eyes and strands of mussed black hair. The expression on his lover’s face could be described as nothing but beautiful, Naoji mused and tucked the memory of deep inside his soul. He would treasure it forever, this smile breaking through the strain of pleasure and those bright violet eyes.
Naoji himself was coming close, but it was not enough. Still not enough. “Lead me, Lui,” he pleaded, taking his lover’s hand and guiding it to his erection. Ludwig complied gladly, wrapping his hand around Naoji’s member and pumping in time with their thrusts. Naoji moaned and cried out repeatedly at the onslaught of sensation that was racing from his cock to every nerve-ending of his body.
“Lui!” Climax came to Naoji with a rush of blinding white and his lover’s name torn from his lips in a harsh attempt to vocalise what he was feeling through the pleasure that was robbing him of his breath.
Ludwig’s breath hitched abruptly and then turned into a gasp as Naoji’s walls clenched around his member. One more thrust and he spilled his seed inside Naoji with a growl that turned into a drawn-out groan at the height of completion.
Coming down from his high, Naoji collapsed forwards, panting, onto Ludwig’s equally heaving chest. Sweat coated both their bodies, slowly cooling around the edges of where skin touched skin. Strength drained, Lui slowlly lifted his arm to let his hand settle in Naoji’s damp, soft hair, stroking there soothingly. Smile on his lips, so happy in the afterglow, violet eyes slipped shut. Ludwig was asleep within moments.
It took a long while for Naoji to move. He did, though, eventually, directing a smile at his sleeping lover. It would be wonderful to share the bed tonight, Naoji thought as he got the candle from the small table. The wine glass, there, caught his eye where it stood, forgotten. A slow smile and Naoji picked it up, bringing the rim to his lips and draining it. It was good. Strong and unexpectedly sweet, like Lui.
The candle blown out, Naoji crawled into bed, wriggling back into his lover’s embrace. Lui grunted briefly, but did not awaken. His arms moved, though, to tighten their hold on his Naoji.
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