De-anon: [Fanfic] 'Legends About Change' PART 3
- Part 3 -
Sunday was pretty uneventful, but this didn't prevent Ludwig from enjoying the peaceful day.
It was about eight in the evening, and he was in the living-room, feasting on strawberries and cream his brother kindly made an hour ago, while Gilbert himself was still in the shower. Throughout the weekend, Gilbert tended solely to his needs with such commitment that the whole affair left Ludwig speechless. Even though the ache in his body relented, Gilbert ran errands for him simply because he believed Ludwig still wasn't well enough to go out.
He set the bowl upon the table, and sat quietly reading.
Gilbert joined him a few minutes later, sitting down at his side and pulling at the hem of his bathrobe as he curled one leg under him.
"West?" He queried while he played with the fine hairs on the nape of Ludwig's neck, "Say, do you love your awesome brother?"
Ludwig pretended to be earnestly thinking about the question, before he lay the book aside again.
"I do. But I can't remember why."
The Prussian chuckled and pulled him into a lazy kiss, sucking gently at his bottom lip, giving it a playful nip just before they were about to part.
"Well, it looks like I have to refresh your memory then. How about I give you a massage with oils and all the jazz that comes with it."
"You're willing to give me a massage? Hell must be freezing over." Ludwig said as he stroked the silky feathering of the Golden Retriever that appeared from nowhere and made itself comfortable on the couch.
"Believe it or not, but it's true." Gilbert purred, and pressed a kiss below his brother's ear lobe, Ludwig continued petting Aster, "Just take a quick shower and I'll be waiting for you in the bedroom."
* * *
As he promised, so he did.
Gilbert had him lie on the bed on his belly, small pillow under his head, legs slightly apart. When he joined him on the mattress, he pulled on the towel covering Ludwig's body, leaving him almost nude.
"You won't keep my private parts covered?" Ludwig asked without any real objection, already melting under his brother's touch as he ran his palms across the expanse of his back, a path closely followed by open-mouthed kisses.
"Private parts," Gilbert echoed, smirk forming on his lips, "Why do you say 'private parts'? Such a strange term." He pressed another wet kiss against Ludwig's shoulder-blade, and bit him playfully, "Do you have public parts on your body, West?"
Ludwig dismissed his jokes and merely gave a low groan in response, ready to be pampered with attention and care. The Prussian uncovered only the parts he would be working on for the time being, and straddled the nation under him, tacitly enjoying in the thrill of having his legs wrapped around Ludwig.
He applied the massage oil to his skin, on the back first, then on his shoulders and neck, varying between a range of massage strokes - kneading, rubbing with his fingertips right where his neck joins into his shoulders, or simply traveling down in gliding strokes, all the way to his lower back, soothing his nerves, releasing all the tension and physical stress.
The sensation was so heavenly that Ludwig thought of his brother's actions not only as awesome, but healing too. But he wouldn't stroke his ego just yet though, and he wasn't willing to open his mouth and talk now either, since he almost turned into a puddle of goo.
Ludwig moaned while Gilbert treated his body with a smooth effleurage, his movements encouraged increased blood-flow, but rather than energizing him, this provided him with an immense feeling of relaxation and satisfaction.
As he worked on each side of the spine, going lower, Gilbert settled on his thighs, finishing his strokes with a gentle squeeze on his hips, but refrained from removing the rest of the towel, instead moving onto his upper thighs. Clad in underwear only until now, he slipped away to discard the remaining clothes, and returned entirely nude, but with no ulterior reasons or motives behind it. He did it for the sole purpose of making himself more comfortable and not staining his boxers with oil while he applied more of the warm, aromatic substance onto Ludwig's skin. His half-hard cock was betraying how aroused he was, but Ludwig couldn't see that, so he kept quiet and smirked to himself at the delicious sight.
Seated beside Ludwig this time, he began his work on his thighs, switching between slow and gentle to vigorous and bracing, ringing and circulating movements, shifting from the upper thighs to the calves after a gentle slide over the back of his knee. Considering how much work he put into it, Ludwig concluded that he must be really sorry for that rough session from Friday. Or at least for the consequences of it.
Gilbert pulled him out of his thoughts as he went back to a soothing effleurage, enticing another moan of pleasure from him while he moved higher in long, flowing, connected strokes. He climbed onto him, straddling him once again, and repeated the massage on his back in a somewhat faster pace.
Nothing escaped his attention.
The gliding strokes of his oily palms, kneading movements of hands and fingers, the friction as their bodies rubbed - all of this stimulated the younger German, and his senses awakened again, his body sensitivity increased. Each move enhanced his lust more, and he couldn't help but be turned on by this. He enjoyed quietly for some time, but his attention was soon diverted after Gilbert slipped from the small of his back to the firm curves of his buttocks, causing him to let out a wanton moan.
Gilbert's smirk turned into a full grin then, the towel slipped down, exposing the younger German entirely.
Ludwig didn't protest.
The heat inside him rose further as Gilbert massaged his buttocks carefully, his pressure firm but pleasant, strokes covering the whole area of gluteus. He could feel his brother's erection on his thigh − his own was still trapped against the mattress. These new developments inspired something frisky to unfold between them, motivating Ludwig to return the favor.
In requital for Gilbert's good treatment and this much care, he decided to reward him with a surprise.
Pleased and satisfied, he extended his arm back and found Gilbert's naked thigh, then traveled higher until he had the Prussian's erect cock in his hand. He gave him few strokes and earned a groan, Gilbert drew nearer, pressing their bodies together, now rubbing his erection against Ludwig's ass suggestively, squeezing the warm buttocks in his hands while he nipped on his ear.
"Is this a reward for my good work, West?" He purred, "Or do you want more penetrating effects of the massage?"
Ludwig smirked lightly at the sexual innuendo, lust swelling inside him. Still not trusting himself to talk properly from the daze of pleasure and desire, he rolled over and reclined on his back. Gilbert could now clearly see his thick cock pulsing with blood, twitching as he settled between Ludwig's legs and dripped the oil over it. The lubricant dribbled over the velvety skin of his shaft, his balls, down to his ass crack and tight opening, but Gilbert reacted before the drops could reach the bed and soak into the sheets, catching them with his fingertips, and circling around his sphincter while they shared a deep kiss, massaging gently before pushing inside.
Ludwig could only groan when Gilbert ran his tongue across his left nipple, rubbing the other one between his fingers, stretching him with the other hand. He found his prostrate easily, massaged it until he open up, and this coupled with the handjob Gilbert was giving him almost forced him to cum. His abdomen muscles began to twitch as he clamped down on him, and Gilbert stopped, denying him the orgasm.
"Sex. Now." Ludwig growled in a low voice, and Gilbert was more than willing to follow his orders. Before he could go any closer to him however, Ludwig pushed against his chest and made him lean back on his knees.
"Not missionary. Sideways." He instructed. Gilbert didn't complain, merely grinned in return and motioned for him to turn around, but Ludwig wouldn't have any of it.
"You don't have to spoon to make sideways sex work." The younger German lectured, urging his brother to lie down so they were facing each other. Gilbert shifted closer when Ludwig lifted his leg and made space for him, closing it around his hip after he scooted inside. Ludwig's fingers wrapped around Gilbert's hard cock, guiding him.
Once the tight heat enveloped him, Gilbert wiggled his hips experimentally, watching reflection of his own pleasure on Ludwig's features as he started moving, their movements limited to grinding rather than thrusting at first. Nevertheless, this proved to be extremely stimulating, especially when Gilbert started tracing light circles over his torso, around his nipples and navel, then back up, his eyes on Ludwig's face, taking in each expression of bliss, listening to every change in his tone.
Limbs intertwined, Gilbert tried to move closer, penetrate deeper, and every time he pressed a little harder or moved a little faster, their breathing quickened, they watched each other the entire time, taking their time to enjoy sex instead of rushing to end the performance. This involved voluntary interrupting and re-starting of touching and thrusting as they repeatedly delayed the orgasm.
But once they decided to give in and reach their apex, the pace picked up, bodies rubbed in heat, and it wasn't long before Ludwig was pulled into a breathless climax, shortly followed by Gilbert-the sensation was divine.
Both sweaty and sated, they stayed like that, breathing deeply and still connected, something that only prolonged their post-orgasmic flush. Wearing a smile, Gilbert raised a hand and let his fingers slide through the blond strands of thick hair, sleeking his brother's hair back, and Ludwig grimaced slightly as he remembered the oil from earlier.
"Didn't guess it would motivate you like this… We should get one of those massage tables, I'll give you best massages in the world then." He finished in a chuckle.
"You always want to have the best things…" Ludwig commented off-matter.
"Of course. That's why I'm with you."
They lay there and regarded each other in silent affection, and Ludwig leaned in to connect his lips with Gilbert's whom, with all his follies, he loved more than he has ever found a way to express.
- The End -
Just for the notice (Germany's dogs):
Berlitz (Doberman), Blackie (German Shepherd), Aster (Golden Retriever).