Fic: Runs Like Clockwork (Feliciano/Ludwig.)
Title: Runs Like Clockwork
Pairing: Feliciano/Ludwig
Word Count: Idontevenknow
Writer: msprettypistol
Beta: None, currently.
Disclaimer: Owning this fanfiction doesn't make it true, unfortunately.
Summary: Feliciano may have to obey Ludwig's orders everywhere else - but disobeying Feliciano in the bedroom comes with a price.
Author's Note: De-anoned fill from the Kink Meme. Prompt was "Rough Fellatio."
Simple request is simple: Germany sucking off Italy while Italy pulls his hair and calls him all sorts of foul names (cumslut, whore, et cetera) and pounds his throat. Germany really gets off on it and masturbates and fingers himself while it happens.
Bonus: Italy ejaculates on Germany's face, and then makes him clean the ejaculate off with his fingers and lick his fingers clean.
Warnings: Explicit slash, smut, fellatio, domination, orgasm denial.
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Feliciano had behaved relatively well all day - he’d gotten up and agreed to do some training without too much trouble, and he hadn’t even stopped for a rest. He’d obeyed Ludwig’s orders until the end, and now it was the German’s turn. Feliciano threw off his jacket, not before turning around and giving him a coquettish wink which made the stoic German’s knees tremble slightly, and a thrill ran down his spine at the knowledge of what would come next. The Italian man just raised an eyebrow, infuriatingly, and curled a finger in a ‘come-hither’ position, beckoning the German to follow him into the room.
And soon, Feliciano was standing in front of him, with Ludwig’s old Panzer Grenadier cap perched atop his locks, guiding the German man down onto his knees. “Good boy…” he cooed, his voice misleadingly sweet. And soon, as Ludwig knew it would - it had turned rougher, although that sing-song Italian accent still lingered. “Ah, caro, what a good little whore you are, ve.”
Ludwig stiffened - both literally and figuratively, Feliciano knew that dirty talk was one of his vices - and his shoulders shook slightly as the other man’s thin, delicate fingers, wrapped in black leather gloves, ran through his blond hair, tugging slightly and disrupting the neatly gelled style. It was degrading, being on his knees like this, bent in front of a master, but he wanted it. Needed it, even. Feliciano seemed to know just what to do to him, what to say or even how to look at him, in order to get Ludwig’s heart racing, a lump in his throat, and his trousers uncomfortably tight. Which was certainly the case now.
“La mia puttana,” he hissed, somewhat affectionately, throwing his head back as he tugged at the trousers of his uniform, pulling off the belt, until they fell to the floor, around his booted feet. Ludwig gulped. Ah. He didn’t wear underwear. Feliciano seized hold of himself with clumsy, gloved fingers and began to jerk himself roughly, too het-up and impatient to think about teasing himself. It didn’t take long before he was painfully hard. And, as Ludwig had been pleasantly surprised to discover, he was, in fact, very well-endowed.
“Get to it, then, ve,” he instructed, before opening his sharp amber eyes, wide.
Ludwig nodded, and opened his mouth hesitatingly. He shifted forward on his knees, and glanced up at Feliciano quickly. The fierce, lustful glimmer in those eyes made his cock ache, and he leant in and delivered an agonizingly slow lick to the tip, resting his own gloved palms on either side of him. He was teasing, really - just trying to see how far he could get away with. Feliciano obeyed his orders in every other situation, just as long as Ludwig always obeyed his in the bedroom. That was their agreement - that was how it worked.
Feliciano’s gloved hands flew to his hair again immediately, tugging sharply as he leant back and moaned. Pulling at Ludwig’s blond hair to force the German man to take him in, deeper. And Ludwig obeyed, relishing the salty taste of pre-come on his lips, as he used his tongue to tease and work Feliciano in a way only he knew how. Alternating between rough and gentle as he lapped at the other man’s slit.
“You l-like this, don’t you - ah!” Feliciano’s voice hitched as he threw his head back, bucking his hips at the same time, making sure to fuck the other man’s mouth thoroughly as Ludwig took his Italian lover into his mouth, fully. “You’re so greedy, Ludwig. Ve - ah, so good! Così buono! Più. Ora.”
Ludwig nodded once, and moaned around Feliciano’s cock, sending pleasurable vibrations which made the smaller man gasp, and grip at his hair, fisting handfuls and bucking his hips. The German had pulled him in fully, and he began to move his head back and forth as he sucked, his tongue swirling against the underside and the base. But as he did so, Feliciano moved a booted foot just slightly, a crock of the knee, pushing himself further into Ludwig’s mouth and using that boot to tease between the German’s legs.
Oh, Gott! His need and desperation rose a level higher, his lips and cheeks now a rosy red. He glanced up at Feliciano, his eyes begging, as that foot trailed across the length of his crotch. That made him take Feliciano in deeper than he intended to - at least at first - and soon he was deep-throating the Italian, the tip of his erection nudging the back of his throat. He resisted the urge to gag, tears burning in those blue eyes from the effort - but his need was almost too much to bear, now. He needed Feliciano to touch him with those delicate, clever fingers - to feel the leather gloves on his burning skin.
“Whore,” Feliciano groaned, screwing his eyes tightly shut. “Y-you can’t do without - nngh! - without s-something in your mouth, can you? Or up your ass, ve!”
Ludwig couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled away just long enough to unfasten his belt and work his military trousers and boxers down to his knees, in one quick push, before Feliciano’s hands found his hair and forced him back into his earlier position. Ludwig obeyed, using his mouth completely to kiss and lick sloppily at the Italian’s length, as one of his gloved fists closed around himself, pumping with a quick and needy desperation, and the other made him lift slightly from the floor so that he could rub a gloved finger at his unprepared entrance, and then slip it inside. He gasped around the Italian’s cock once more.
“Did I say you could touch yourself, ve?” Feliciano snapped, and a pleasurable sort of fear tingled in Ludwig’s spine, the sort that told him he would be getting punished for certain. But before Feliciano could do anything about it, Ludwig had taken him in again, swallowing him whole not once, but twice. And he could feel Feliciano’s swollen base start to twitch, and before he could do anything else, the Italian screamed and let out a long, dark moan, his gloved hands falling limp as he came, hard.
Of course the blond German tried to swallow as much as he could, but the hot liquid was so thick he had to pull back for breath, his face, neck and shoulders drenched by splatters of Feliciano’s cum.
He glanced up at the other man, who was still panting heavily, and murmuring and moaning in quick, lustful Italian, things that sound like praises mixed with his name. Then those amber eyes opened and Feliciano raised an eyebrow, giving him a small smirk, and a high-pitched titter which sounded much more like him, usually.
“You’ve been bad, haven’t you, Luddy?”
The German swallowed, his face red, and his cock aching. He began to splutter and choke something that could have been an apology, or a rushed, incoherent speech in German. Feliciano merely raised an eyebrow again, regarding him with cool disdain, and then giving a cat-like, teasing smile.
“J-ja,” Ludwig managed to mutter, keeping his head down.
“Look at me, ve.” Slender, gloved fingers tilt up his chin and soon Ludwig is staring into those wickedly gleaming amber eyes. “Si? Who, Luddy?”
“M-Master.”
“That’s better.” Feliciano musters up a smile which would have looked encouraging to anyone else but Ludwig, anyone who didn’t know him any better. “Good boy. But look at you, all stained and…icky.” He turns up his nose slightly, and Ludwig’s breath hitches. “Clean it up, ve. Take the gloves off, and use your fingers.”
Now Ludwig knows better than to disobey, and he yanks off the gloves, throwing them to a far-off corner of the room. He raises his hands to his face and wipes off the hot, sticky liquid, watching it seep between his fingers.
“Now, lick them clean,” Feliciano instructs - and the German had almost forgotten that he was watching, but he does as he’s told, licking and sucking at his own fingers sloppily, and coating them in saliva. He can taste the Italian man thoroughly, and hear the other’s praise in his ear.
“That was good, caro!” Ludwig flushes a deeper shade of red as he sees Feliciano’s gaze resting between his legs, and it brings his attention back to his own need and his neglected member, now dripping with a pearly liquid. He wonders if Feliciano is going to comment, or if he should just start to beg right now.
Feliciano smiles, knowingly, raising the tip of his boot to brush against him again, and then pulls back, walking over to the doorway. “Come here, Luddy. On your hands and knees - and then get to your feet.”
Ludwig nods again, his skin burning with part-desire and part-humiliation, and anticipation making his spine tingle at the domination he craves. The floor is rough beneath him as he fastens his uniform again, still achingly hard, and manages to crawl to Feliciano’s feet, labouring a kiss on each boot.
“Hmm…” the Italian hums to himself, a tune that clearly only he can hear, and looks down at the other man, pleased. “Come on, ve. Time for siesta.”
“F-feliciano.” Ludwig coughs, embarrassed, as he gets to his feet. “Ahem - Master.” He gestures down to the uncomfortable, aching bulge between his legs, and Feliciano smiles. “You want to… come, ve?”
“Please. Bitte.”
“Ah - no. You had enough fun earlier, ve! Touching yourself, without my permission…” Ludwig groans at the answer, but is silenced by a look from the smaller man, and follows him out of the room.
“Good boy, Luddy.”
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What did I just wrrrrrriiiiiite? Either way, that's my first fic of the new year, up! Hope you all have a good one, o'course.