The First Night [R-18] (Germany and N. Italy only)

Married.

He was finally married. They were finally married.

...married! Feliciano couldn't think of a moment where he had felt this much joy. He was almost afraid he was going to burst, actually!

The ceremony had completely shattered his nerves, but as soon as the rings had been exchanged, and the blond had gripped his hand, nothing else really mattered.

Because they were married. Really married!

Mrs. Feliciano Vargas-Beilschmidt. Mrs.? Was he the wife? He didn't wear a dress at the wedding, though. Then again, Ludwig didn't really look like a wife.

It seemed like it had been so long, too long for this moment to come. They had rough times in their relationship, but it seemed like the promise they had made was finally becoming a reality, more real than it had ever been.

And it felt wonderful.

...he was really married! Married to Ludwig! They were married! It was a dream come true.

The limo stopped in front of his house, their final destination for the night. The morning would be filled with packing, off on their honeymoon. Two full weeks of alone time. There was just too much excitement for him to handle!

Feliciano clung to Ludwig's side, hand intertwined in his, assaulting his cheeks with kisses as they stood in the driveway. He didn't want to stop, either; he wanted to cover Ludwig in kisses from head to toe, and tell him how much he loved him until his voice gave out.

He looked up at the man, his lover and his husband, smiling until his cheeks hurt, fits of giggles escaping him non-stop, a deep blush across his cheeks. "Ludwig! Ludwig, we're really married now!"

It was already so late when they arrived at Feliciano's house. Or more early then late. Ludwig had a hard time to find the right moment to escape, kind of sneaking away from the party. Hoping their guests would be drunk enough to not notice that they were missing. Though he had heard a voice calling after him something like 'West? So horny that you are leaving already?' followed by the sound of a pan colliding with a head and the thump of a human body hitting the floor. Ludwig had told himself just to ignore that and to flee form the party, Feliciano's hand in his.

Now he stood in front of his partners house, the dark of the night surround them. Just the slight sparkles of some stars lightening it up. The ceremony did work out like the tall German had planned. Everything turned out perfect and now there were only a few points left on his list. Just a little bit more to go.

Ludwig didn't even to get the list out of his pocket to look at it as he has done so many times today. He knew what the last few points were as he had read them so much already.
He turned his head slightly towards Feliciano who was still clinging tight to his arm, smiling bright like a child. Ludwig gave a slight smile back, his little lover had been doing great all day long. And Ludwig knew the Italian had been out of his nerves ever since they started to organize the whole scenario.
And now, after everything was over they had each other just for themselfs. Finally...

"Feliciano." Ludwig spoke low, not letting his voice raise against the peaceful silence that surrounded them. "I guess I am supposed to carry you into the house, right?" He took a step back and held his hand out to offer it to Feliciano. "I mean, if you like to..."

The peaceful night had no damper on the Italian's excitement; he continued to bounce and fidget, only loosening his grip on the blond so he could draw back and look at his face, radiating joy. "Ve! Right! Husbands are supposed to carry their wives inside, right?" So he was the wife. And Ludwig was his husband.

...husband! They we really married! Every time the thought crossed his mind a new wave of giggles would overtake him, face turning scarlet with his blush.

They we really together! Really! The whole world knew now! Flashes of the ceremony ran rampart his mind already, wanting to cement the memories in his mind forever. Everything went wonderfully! And the kiss! He knew Ludwig didn't like public affection, but his lover had not disappointed him with the kiss, lips tingling just thinking about it.

Feliciano intertwined their fingers for a moment, swinging their arms back in forth as he looked up at the German. "I want to, Ludwig! I'd love to!" He let go of Ludwig's hands only to wrap them around his neck, giggling as he placed a kiss on a strong jaw. "Carry me, Ludwig! Per favore!"

"Oh, I didn't mean to suggest that you are or should be the female part of our... Uhm, marriage. You are obviously still a man. What I mean is carrying into the house after the ceremony is tradition, isn't it? And I guess it is easier for me to carry you then for you to carry me. So I just thought I should be the active part in this tradition..." Ludwig clasped his mouth shut once he noticed that he was uselessly ranting again. And this kind of really didn't matter since Feliciano already had agreed to be the one who get carried.

Ludwig sighed and swallowed down his uneasiness. He really needed to get over it. They were married now. Everything that seemed awkward during a personal relationship, like public affection and talking about topics like this, should be going easier or at least feel normal since they now proved towards themselfs and the whole world that they belonged together.

"Hold on me..." The tall German easily picked up his partner in bridal style (Hey, it was called 'bridal style' for a reason) and kicked the door open with his foot, knowing the Italian did not lock his door. Never. He entered the house with strong steps, firmly holding his partner. Now he should have let the smaller man down, right? But Ludwig did not. He just kept on walking through the house with Feliciano in his arms, along the hallway until they reached the bedroom, their actual place of destination for the little bit of what was left from the night. Here he gently put his partner down to make him stand on his own feet, giving him a bashful little smile.

No matter the occasion, being swept off his feet by the blond always caused Feliciano to giggle, but given his already joyous mood, the giggles only increased tenfold, burying his face into his lover's neck as he was carried through the house.

And given his love of being carried, the whine that escaped him when Ludwig finally let go and his feet hit the ground should have been no surprise. The Italian continued to cling to the larger man, arms draped around his broad shoulders. He looked up; The small, rare smile on Ludwig's lips caused his own smile to grow until his cheeks hurt once again, giggling and jumping up on his toes to reach the man's lips.

"Ludwig...~" He tested out the name, loving the feel of it as he rolled it off his tongue, the sound almost lyrical. A little embarrassed giggle escaped the brunet, looking back up to the blue eyes he loved so much. "Eh heh, Ludwig!" He jumped back up, wrapping his arms more tightly around the other's neck as he began to assault his lips and cheeks with as many kisses as he could give, bursting with giggles.

"I love you! Ludwig, I love you so much! Eh heh, I'm so happy! Ti amo, ti amo!" Every word was punctuated with another kiss, Feliciano blushing bright.

Ludwig slightly moved his head back, away from Feliciano's never-ending kisses. One strong arm did slide around a slim Italian waist, pulling him against a strong German chest. Ludwig's other hand reached up, cupping the other's chin to keep his face still. He didn't say anything, just glanced into the big brown orbs, filled with adoration and these golden glimmer of childish wonder. Yes, this was the familiar face of his lover, his partner, best friend and now his proven possession for the rest of their shared life. Ludwig tilted his head and lowered it down, closing his eyes on the way and placed pale lips on tanned ones, locking them in a loving kiss, gently tightening his hug around Feliciano's slender frame.

It felt so much easier to kiss him here, all alone without the curious eyes of public attention piercing his back. A soft sigh of content escaped Ludwig's throat before he pulled back and broke the kiss without putting to much passion into it. They had still enough time of this special night left to let them-selfs lost in passion later. The tall blond wanted to take his time, making it memorable for both of them.

"I will go first and lighten up the candles..." Ludwig spoke low, trying to keep the almost holy atmosphere around them. "Can you go and get the Champagne out of the kitchen?" Of course, Ludwig had made sure that even a obviously 'normal' event like this first night of their marriage would turn out perfect and had everything thoroughly planned and organized. He had spend one hour and 30 minutes in the bedroom today and decorated it with candles and other things he had read about in a manual book.

"It wont take long." With that he let go of his lover, placed a soft kiss onto his forehead and then slide into the bedroom, closing the door behind him so Feliciano could not follow.

Even though it was such a small gesture, Feliciano found himself completely dazed as his lover stared into his eyes, his giggles instantly quieted and his legs rocked as he fought to stay on his feet, melting into Ludwig embrace as fingers touched his chin and lips brushed against his own. His arms tightened their grip around the other, keeping still as he savored the feeling, trying to memorize Ludwig's taste, the warmth on his lips, and the intoxicating smell of his lover as his mind already grew hazy. Ludwig's kisses were like the strongest of wines to him, and he couldn't help but crave more.

The Italian's mind whirled to keep catch up with his body, and could barely register Ludwig's words before he found himself locked out of the bedroom. He knew it was childish, but he pouted, face still bright from the lingering blush on his cheeks; he really didn't want to stop, and Ludwig had to be silly and lock him out!

At least they would have champagne, and cheered on by that very though, Feliciano wasted no time in rushing to the kitchen, readying a bucket of ice for the bottle.

His mind began to wander as he walked back to the bedroom with champagne in hand (in no hurry, since he knew the stubborn German wouldn't let him in until everything was perfect), the pure excitement he had felt before beginning to return, adding a little bounce to ever step the Italian took. Their night had just begun, and he already didn't want it to end!

"Ve?" An open door caught his eye; he peeked inside, looking at the pile of clothes on the bed. Feliciano had almost forgotten about the many wedding dressed Elizabeta had brought for him to try on over the past few weeks (and to each one that the stern German had turned down with a frown and a fierce blush). He put down the bucket, walking over to the bed and picking up a dress off the top, looking over them with a small smile. He never had a problem with dresses; given his childhood, it almost felt natural to wear one.

As he picked up dress after dress, his smile slowly began to grow; of course, Ludwig had protested against him wearing one at the wedding, but Ludwig always protested to a lot of things he liked! No matter how much the man would tell Elizabeta "Men don't wear dresses!" Feliciano noticed the way the German would stare at him whenever the Italian would wear one, no matter if it was Elizabeta or Feliks playing dress up with them, or if it was brought into their play in the bedroom.

Which is why the Italian wasted no time in stripping off the fine suit he had worn for their wedding ceremony, picking out a dress and sliding it over his shoulders. He took the time to pay attention to every detail, from stockings, to the veil in his hair, and even to the garter on his thigh. The brunet struggled for a moment to zip the dress before rushing to a mirror, giggling at his appearance and giving a small twirl. He didn't know if the German would protest at this or not, but he knew for certain the man would like it, no matter what he said.

Grabbing the champagne (which he had almost forgotten on his way out), Feliciano made his way back to the bedroom door, giving it a small knock. "Ludwig? Are you ready, ve?"

Once the door was locked behind him the tall German took a deep, cooling breath. He walked around the bed and fumbled in the drawer of his dresser for a lighter. The windowsill behind the head-part of the bed and the nightstands next to it were decorated with flavored candles, which direct began to fill the room with the sweet smell of flowers once they were lighten up, drowning the room in a surrealistic atmosphere. The bed was put up with silky, red and black colored sheets.

Ludwig was done with lighting up the candles in no time, the two glasses for the champagne were already there from decorating the room earlier this day. The man took a seat at his own side of the bed, his hands folded in his lap. it still felt odd to have this ring on his hand. Ludwig had the hands of a worker, a warrior, something so fragile as this ring seemed unfitting to suit a calloused finger as his. The German swallowed and rubbed his hands together, shaking his head slightly against the blush. Then he leaned down and opened the drawer of his nightstand, taking a little red notebook out of it.

He was sure that he would not need what was written in it. Not tonight. But it still gave Ludwig some kind of support to flip through the pages, pencil written words of wisdom, noted down by himself giving him the feeling that he would do well this night. Every morning when he had woken up with the warm feeling of pure satisfaction Ludwig had taken out the notebook and wrote down every sensual place on Feliciano's body he had discovered the night before. Every move and every word that had made his lover crying out in bliss and moaning out the German's name. All of the Italian's favorite positions and actions of sexual interaction were noted down here. A self-written manual, so Ludwig would never forget how to thoroughly satisfy his partner. Ludwig did put the book back into the drawer without opening it this time. Tonight he would just let it flow. For Feliciano and himself.

A knock on the door let Ludwig look up, he haven't had noticed how long he was just sitting there, but with the sound of his lovers voice he got up and unlocked the door without opening it. "Ja, I am ready." Ludwig took a step away from the door so Feliciano could enter. "You can come in..."

The voice from within the room still managed to make Feliciano jolt, grip around the handle of the bucket tightening considerably. Excitement gave way to nerves; he had no reason to be nervous! He had done much more nerve wracking things today, such a little thing like wearing dress should be nothing!

But still...the thought of having his lover look at him dressed like this...would he like it? Feliciano was sure he would, but the Italian always managed to worry and doubt when it came down to things. What expression would Ludwig wear when he saw him dressed like this? Would he be surprised? Or would he wear his signature scowl and call Feliciano silly for doing something so stupid? He would like it, right? I-It's not like he would just kick him out because of a little dress...but what if he did? What if he didn't love him anymore after this--

"G-gyah!" The Italian squeaked out, remembering that he was still standing at the door, and on top of that, leaving his his lover waiting for him and wasting precious alone time!

"V-ve! Sorry, Ludwig, sorry!" He cracked the door open, sliding in a gloved hand and setting the bucket with the champagne inside the room on the floor. "U-Um...I-I have a little surprise for you, Ludwig...~" He laughed nervously, quickly withdrawing his hand back out of sight, holding it against his beating heart. "B-But...um, Ludwig has to promise not to laugh, o-okay?"

Feliciano took a few deep calming breaths, staring at the door as he composed himself. He was being silly! He just had to be more confident! He repeated this over and over again in his head as he flung the door wide open, wringing his hands in front of him, a light blush of embarrassment playing on his cheeks.

"U-Um...v-ve, y-your bride is back, L-Ludwig~" He looked up at Ludwig bashfully, giving him a small smile.

Ludwig frowned and stared at the door. What took Feliciano so long? It could not be that hard to open a door, right? Not even with a bottle of champagne in your hands.

The champagne was the first thing that appeared through the now half open door set down by a gloved hand. Gloved? White gloves? Ludwig's frown grew deeper, slight confusion creeping into the German's mind. It was the voice of his lover he heard, but he was not wearing gloved earlier...

And then the door flung open showing all of Feliciano's slender frame, glowing completely white in the dim light of the candles. For a mere second the German's mind was running blank, his thoughts numb and he had forgotten everything. Everything that had happened today, everything that was written into the little notebook that had been in Ludwig's hand just a few moments ago. Everything that had been important for the tall man, everything gone. It just didn't matter anymore.

Ludwig opened his mouth, wanting to say something but what came out of it was more a pitiful whine then words of adoration. He closed his eyes for a second to clear his mind but when he opened them again his partner was still there. Still dressed into clouds of innocent white, showing himself to Ludwig like only a bride should show herself to the one she had chosen to share her life with. The blond closed his eyes again, this time to fight the tears that threatened to pierce into his eyes. Ludwig was not easy to get touched, he had gone through the whole ceremony with his typical stern perfectionism, but this certainly did touch him deeply.

"Feliciano..." Ludwig's voice was merely a whisper and suddenly he was with his lover, took only one fast step to reach him. Strong hands cupping soft, tanned cheeks, not daring to touch the holiness of the white that covered a beloved body and lips touched again like they did before the lovers separated a while ago. But this time it meant the world for Ludwig. Was the night already over? Ludwig didn't mind. With this moment he had found serenity, just to have Feliciano in his arms was worth everything Ludwig had gone through.

He expected something from the blond, some type of response, or a word, or a twitch of a brow.

But...the expression that greeted Feliciano when he opened the door was something he had not expected at all. There was no yelling, no scowl, not even stuttering and a fierce blush. It was...something else entirely. The German looked...speechless. He was speechless, it seemed.

Feliciano...had made him speechless?

He opened his mouth to say something, to ask the German what was wrong, to apologize for whatever he may have done to give the German such an expression and to leave him staring at the Italian like that, but before he could even utter a single word, the man was hovering over him, cheeks embraced by his large hands as lips covering his own.

Leaving Feliciano himself speechless.

Once again he melted at the mere touch, a soft sight escaping his lips and his eyes closed, etching the moment into his mind. It was right, this all was completely right. It had taken a long time, and it was a rough trip, but every moment, every hardship they had faced together...everything was worth it for this very moment.

"L-Ludwig...a-are you crying?" He mumbled against his lover's lips, reaching up to touch the corner of his eye, tracing his fingertips down his cheek. He was almost unaware of his own tears staining his cheeks, sniffing against the onslaught of happy sobs, giving Ludwig a shaky smile. "E-Eh heh, i-it's okay~ E-Everything i-is okay now, r-right?" He closed his eyes again, smile growing larger.

"Eh...?" Ludwig snapped out of his haze by the sound of Feliciano's voice. "N-No... I am of course not crying..." He moved his head back but immediately hide his face from the other's sight by burying it into the crook of his shoulder, the fabric of the veil slightly tickling his nose, one hand reaching up to rub his eyes. "I was just... S-Surprised..." Ludwig took a deep breath to cool himself down, shifting to brush his own cheek against that of his lover, Feliciano's anesthetic scent filling his nose as he did so. "Ja..." The tall man lowered his voice, not wanting to disturb their current serenity. "Everything is okay..."

Then one of his strong arms was finally around Feliciano's waist, the tall blond pulling his lover closer, away from the door as his other arm reached out to close it, leaving the both of them into their own little world for the rest of the night. Everything else had to be left out for now. They were not available anymore. Not for the rest of the world. Only for themselves.

Ludwig let go with a soft kiss onto Feliciano's cheek, finally finding himself able to get his eyes off of the adorable appearance of the small Italian. "I... Uhm..." Ludwig turned his back towards the other man, busying himself with opening the bottle of champagne and filling both their glasses with it. "I think you look really pretty, you know..." The words were almost not audible, only whispered in embarrassment as the blond turned around to face his partner, pale cheeks burning with a fierce blush.

There was something he needed to do, something he needed to say, something he wanted to get off of his mind. One last piece of paper with notes on it that was still in his pocket. Ludwig wanted to take it out and read it again to be sure he wouldn't do any mistakes, but he also knew it would just cause Feliciano to ask questions and that would possibly just disturb the German even more then that beautiful dress already did.

"Feliciano Vargas..." Ludwig took a small step closer, reaching out to grasp the others hand into his, leading it to his lips to place a small kiss onto the gloved back of it. "I have something to say..." The tall man dropped himself down in front of the one he had chosen, kneeling in proposal style, Feliciano's hand still in his own, blue eyes locked with brown ones. Ludwig had been the one to ask his lover for marriage, but his proposal was nothing he was proud about. It was mixed with the feeling of fear, of forced love and distrust, with tears on blushing cheeks and the awful satisfaction of owning what is actually already yours. This time he wanted to do it right. Making it memorable for his one and only love.

"There is not much I am proud about...." Why was it so hard to keep the eye contact? It was just Feliciano... "I regret so much I did..." Just a few words more Ludwig, you can do it! "I have hurt so many people I actually cared about." For Feliciano... "I have hurt you so much.... So much I did before you taught me to be what I am now..." Ludwig couldn't take it anymore, his nerves way to far gone. He had to turn his glance away, looking to the side instead of his lovers face. "Your love is the only thing I really need... The only thing I am really proud about to have." Ludwig kissed the other's hand again, resting his lips there for a moment. "My dearest... I am thankful... And, I love you..."

Being open as he normally was, there wasn't much that could leave him flustered. But that did not make him immune to the flush that spread across his cheeks at the German's compliments; it was so out of character for the German to praise much, which only made Feliciano more embarrassed that the praise was aimed at him.

However, what left him unable to think, unable to even remember how to breath, was Ludwig's actions.

The kiss to the back of his gloved hand caused tingles to travel up his arm, spreading throughout every vein until they danced with the butterflies in his stomach, every sensation intensified until he swore he was blushing all the way to his toes. And as the German dropped down on one knee, on one knee; the pose of someone proposing...

Proposing...to him. Ludwig was proposing to him again.

Ludwig was proposing!

If Feliciano thought his blush was bad before, he could now feel the heat radiating off his cheeks as his stomach twisted into too many knots to count. The wedding had been a walk in the park compared to this. This...was too much. The sweet words; the way his lover caught his eye, making him unable to look away, drowning in those crystal blues; and the lips on his hand, a gesture that made him more than just melt, every part of his body going numb as his mouth opened in a silent gasp, unable to say anything.

His legs were the first things to move, knees giving out as he fell to his lover's height, dress pooling around him and both hands grasping the hand that had been holding his own. Lips pressed against the skin without a word, kissing every finger, kissing the ring that had united them, kissing the palm of the hand that had helped him so much over the years; he leaned in to kiss Ludwig's cheeks, kissing his forehead, kissing his nose, and finally kissing his lips, lingering for a moment, savoring the feeling with all his being.

Many tears were flowing down the Italian's blushed cheeks now; he had to bite his lip to keep back the sobs, a choked giggle escaping him. "L-Ludwig..." He shook his head, the bright smile he had been wearing so much today already back on his lips. "...i-it's okay...E-everything is o-okay!" A happy sob forced him to pause; he took a deep breath before continuing, sitting up a little straighter, smiling a little brighter, eyes alight with all the joy he could muster. "Y-You...d-don't have to worry about t-that! I-It...i-is in the p-past, a-and L-Ludwig h-has so m-much more to be p-proud of..."

Feliciano shook his head again, unable to find the word to continue. Instead, he took Ludwig's hand in his again, bringing it up to rest against his own cheek, nuzzling his wet cheek into Ludwig's palm. "I-It doesn't matter! B-Because w-we're married now! A-and...I-I couldn't be happier t-to be your wife! I-I love you, too! S-so much!"

Ludwig struggled onto his feet, blushing mad at the word 'wife'. Even if Feliciano might look pretty feminine in his current appearance, he was still a man and the German could not bring himself to see his partner as his 'wife'. But it had also taken a while until Ludwig had gotten used to see the Italian as his lover and not just his friend. Now he just had to learn to see his lover as his wife. Or husband? Ludwig shook his head, forcing these useless lines of thoughts out of his mind. it did not matter now.

"Ah... Stand up." He kept his hand gently on the other's cheek while his free hand took hold around Feliciano's slim waist, pulling him up. "You are crinkling the dress when you sit on the floor." Ludwig carefully turned Feliciano around, still holding him firmly while his hand on the others cheek brushed further back to tangle its fingers into the smaller ones brown locks, caressing them softly. "It would be a shame to ruin the dress..."

Ludwig took a few small steps, gently dragging Feliciano backwards until he had him backed up against the bed. He kept his eyes locked with his lover all the time, loving the shimmer of these happy tears that sparkled through the golden glimmer of adoration.

"I love you..." Ludwig tightened his hold on the smaller man, carefully pushing him back to make him sit on the edge of the bed. "I think I need to tell you this a lot more tonight..." He gave his lover a slight smile before lowering his head and kissing him once again, this time Ludwig tilted his head a little bit more to deepen the kiss and urging Feliciano to give into his actions.

Feliciano needed no command from Ludwig to continue the kiss; he gave in easily with a pleased hum, closing his eyes against the few tears that continued to trickle down his flushed cheeks. Arms automatically draped over Ludwig's broad shoulders, Feliciano's fingertips dragging through his lover's blond locks before running down his neck and resting on his shoulders, both hands gripping him tightly as the Italian leaned in to return the kiss, moving his lips against the other's, parting them to take in more of the intoxicating taste and smell of his partner.

"Y-you know I wouldn't mind more "I love you"s, Ludwig..." He mumbled against his lips, giving him a small smile before craning his head once again to kiss him again, arms wrapping around Ludwig's neck and pulling him closer. He didn't only want more "I love you"s of course. Feliciano purred, kiss becoming more eager, lips parting wider to let his breath mingle with Ludwig's, a small smile still tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Ludwig..." The Italian rolled the name off his tongue, his accent slipping into the voice, smile growing wider. "You know...this dress has everything...~"

He pulled the German closer, letting one leg rub up Ludwig's, placing an almost-chaste kiss on his lips. "You would be proud~ I paid attention to every little detail, ve..." His face may have looked innocent, but there was something devious in the way he smiled up at his tall lover, a small giggle escaping him.

Ludwig moved away from Feliciano as he heard this words, his brows furrowed in confusion as he tried to get what his lover meant.

Everything...? The stern man had read about special traditions involving the dress of a bride, but since Feliciano was not supposed to wear a dress during their wedding he had not taken to much attention to these traditions. Ludwig's frown deepened and his blush spread further down. If the other was really serious and had put effort to every little detail there was a pleasant surprise waiting for the German.

"I see..." He moved further away from Feliciano, strong hands unwrapped the other's arms from his neck and he settled down between his lovers legs. "I think I need to check if you did a good job." One hand wrapped itself gently around the Italian's ankle, slowly lifting it to rest it on Ludwig's thigh. The German broke the eye contact with his partner, his free hand slowly brushed over Feliciano's leg, knee and thigh, brushing the dress upwards and exposing more and more of the smaller mans slender leg.

Until he reached the frilly, white garter. Feliciano was really wearing a garter! Ludwig hold his breath for a few seconds, staring down at his lovers leg. The Italian already had beautiful long legs, every girl could become jealous of these delicious legs. And now it was even more appealing.

"Oh Feliciano..." Ludwig looked up to meet the others glance, giving him a slight smile. He knew what to do. The smile grew as the tall blond moved his head without breaking the eye-contact, placing a brief kiss on the other's ankle. Ludwig left a line of soft butterfly kisses along his lover's leg until he reached the garter. Now his smile grew devious and he snatched the garter with his teeth, pulling it off all along Feliciano's leg.

He could almost see the cogs turning in Ludwig's head as he registered the Italian's words, making Feliciano giggle even more.

The giggles didn't last long, however; as soon as Ludwig's fingertips touched his thigh, they quieted, Feliciano gaze fixed on his lover. Shivers ran down his spine the higher those stronger fingers moved up his leg with light touches, pushing away the frills of the dress and making Feliciano's stomach twist in the most delicious of ways at the sight. There was just something so...appealing at watching the face of his lover as the man revealed his leg, something that made his own blush deepen, almost feeling over-exposed.

And when Ludwig caught his eye once again, the brunet was fixated and unable to look away, smiling back down at him, fighting off the moans that where steadily building his his chest as Ludwig kissed up his leg, each touch of the man's lips causing his skin to burn.

He could not hold back a pleased hum when Ludwig reached the garter, gripping the satin sheets tightly in his hands as the man tugged the fabric down his leg, feeling his warm breath on his skin. It was maddening; Ludwig was barely touching him and he was already feeling so sensitive! It was growing harder to keep up the eye contact, cheeks as scarlet as the sheets on the bed.

Despite the feelings bubbling up inside of him, Feliciano managed to keep his smile serene, the devilish glint still in his eyes. He stretched out his free leg, resting it on Ludwig's shoulder as the man tugged at the garter, smile growing wider. "Do...you like the surprise, then?" He leaned in, a gloved hand reaching over to run gentle down the side of Ludwig's neck, smile growing wider. "Did I do a good job, ve?"

A shudder run down Ludwig's spine once silky gloved fingers brushed over his neck. Damn Feliciano for knowing him way to well. Even if the German was fully dressed, his little lover still managed to find his sensitive parts of the very little bit of exposed skin. Ludwig swallowed to force down the moan that was trying to escape. But yet he didn't answer the other's question.

Instead of that he opened his mouth to drop the garter onto the floor and give the other a smudge grin. An other slow line off teasing kisses and licks drew along Feliciano's leg, hot breath brushing over silky skin.

Once Ludwig reached the hem of the dress he dived his head under it, humming against the inner thigh of his lover. Now that the garter was removed there were no barriers left, Feliciano's skin open for the blond's sweet treatment.

And he did lavish the Italian's sensitive places with attention, kissing and licking all along his inner thigh, leaving sharp nips here and there, marking the skin with soft red marks. Reaching Feliciano's underwear (Lady's underwear of course, matching with the dress) he just breathed hot over it, and put the same kind of attention to the other thigh, kissing and marking it all way down to his knee.

There was no holding back the brunet's moans now; the first lick had the Italian humming with pleasure, heat radiating off his cheeks and down his shoulders as his grip on the bedsheets tightened, watching the blond with heavily-lidded eyes. And the first sharp nip to the most sensitive part of his thigh left him gasping, leaning forward against the pleasure, twisting the sheets in his hands. "L-Ludwig...!" He choked out the name in a gasp, Feliciano's mind quickly becoming fogged by the treatment.

"A-aah..." The moans began to whisper from his throat, every new nip and mark drawn causing the brunet to gasp out, sweet noises growing louder. His legs trembled, heels scraping over the other's back as Feliciano's toes curled from the pleasure. Not being able to see his lover as he worked tortuously slow over his skin only increased the sensation of every nip and lick, and it was quickly driving the Italian into a state of euphoria--and Ludwig hadn't even touched him yet!

Feliciano leaned over the man that was driving him so crazy, wishing he could run his fingers through those blond locks, or see his face, or something! He was quickly becoming too aroused to handle. "Lu...L-Ludwig..." He gasped out again, the name coming out in a desperate whine. He settled for gripping the hem of his dress, legs locking against the man's back, trembling uncontrollably. "L-Ludwig...p-please...L-Ludwig...!" He needed to see his lovers face, needed to have his skin against his own, needed to feel him inside of him...

"L-Ludwig...Ludwig, w-wait...I-I want...a-aah, L-Ludwig...!"

Ludwig moved back, slipping his head out from under Feliciano's dress. "Hmm...?" The smile on his face was as devious as the smile of his lover, Ludwig's own blush spreading fast.

"You know what I want...?" Ludwig's voice was low, almost a sensual whisper as he leaned closer, placing a chaste kiss onto the corner of the other's mouth. "I want you out of this dress." He let his hands slide along Feliciano's legs down to his feet and gently took off his shoes. "You do look pretty, I have to admit. But right now I'd rather have you not dressed at all."

Strong but nimble fingers reached up and removes the veil out of the Italian's brown locks. Ludwig knew about the tradition of ripping it, but that was served for the bride-maids so he just put it down next to the garter.

Then he brushed his hands up over his lovers sides, trailing his fingertips over the sewed decorations and ornaments of the top of the dress, stopping his motion on Feliciano's shoulders, resting his hands there. "Uhm..." The tall blond hesitated for a moment, giving the other man a bashful little smile. "How exact do you take this dress off...?"

The small kiss to his lips shook the Italian from his daze, mind finally catching up to him now that the German's skillful mouth was far away from his legs. He took a moment to get his desires under control--no sense in losing himself already when the night was still young!--but it did not stop shocks from running down his spine at every one of the blond's touches, legs still trembling from the earlier abuse.

But given Feliciano's sluggish thoughts, it took him a moment to notice the German's hesitation, Ludwig's bashful words slowly registering in him mind. A small breathless giggle escaped him; he smiled up at his wonderful--yet still inexperienced--lover, wrapping his arms around Ludwig's neck and pulling him closer for a kiss.

His own lithe fingers danced across Ludwig's chest, making short work of the buttons on the man's suit. He slipped the jacket off the German's shoulders, tongue sliding across Ludwig's lips, smile still playing across his lips.

The vest was next, gloved fingers easily popping open the buttons on this as well--it wasn't fair that he was the only one getting undressed at the moment, and Ludwig had too many layers anyways!

Feliciano paused, fingers running up the back German's neck to tangle in his hair, pulling away to smile up at him. "...mm, Ludwig really needs to learn how to take off a dress~ It might come in handy, ve..." The grin brightened, Feliciano moving his hand away from Ludwig's neck to grasp his tie, pulling him back into the kiss and he leaned back onto the sheets. His other hand found Ludwig's, intertwining the fingers for a moment as he focused on deepening the kiss, sucking the blond's lips into his mouth with a small moan.

He let go of the German's hands to grasp his wrist, sitting up a bit and leading the man's hand to the zipper on his back, smiling against his lips again.

Usually Ludwig didn't like to let his lover be in charge. Well, actually he liked it, but he didn't like to loose the lead and his control. Feliciano was a way to good lover. He could pawn the German in any way. Wasn't he called a nation of lovers? This name fits very well. Once Ludwig would let the Italian lead the way in their love play it wouldn't take long until the German's mind would be lost in lust. Feliciano was damn to skillful.

But this time Ludwig leaned into the kiss and shrugged his shoulders to help the smaller man to take his suit off. Feliciano was still tasting like the wine he had during the party, and it had been good wine, Ludwig could tell. But now he more focused on the taking off of their clothes. Skin on skin would be even better then just taking off the dress.

"Hnn..." A slight gasp escaped the German as Feliciano's fingers brushed again over his neck. Why would his lover always touch him there? Damn him, that was distracting! But once Ludwig's finger's touched the zipper of the dress he was paying more attention to his task then to the passionate kiss.

His fingers run up over the zipper along Feliciano's back, trying to find the end of it. But they reached two small buttons that needed to be opened first before the zipper could get pulled down slowly, leaving the soft skin of his lover's back free for sweet touches of strong hands. "Maybe you are right and I really need to learn such a useful thing as taking of dresses..." Ludwig let his fingertips run over Feliciano's now bare spine. "Will you teach me how to do so...?"

The moans returned along with a shudder as Ludwig's hand roamed across his back, Feliciano much too sensitive to the man's every touch. Ludwig's response still caused him to giggle, breath tickling over Ludwig's cheek before he turned his head for another kiss, constant bright smile back on his lips.

"Mm, but I think Ludwig is doing fine, ve...~" He gave the other's lips a slow lick, letting out a long, low moan, the smile quickly returning to his lips. "You are a quick learner, Ludwig~"

The Italian's nimble fingers didn't stay still for long, tugging at Ludwig's tie once again to bring him closer for another kiss, slowly loosening the silky fabric from the German's neck. He let the tie hang loose around Ludwig's neck, turning his focus onto the buttons of his shirt.

He took his sweet time removing the shirt, moving his lips against Ludwig's and letting out soft moans as each button was undone tortuously slow, sucking and licking at Ludwig's lips every time a new button was left open. Silky fingers ran down the pale, muscular chest once his work was done, a smile gracing his lips again. "I think that's much better..." Feliciano spoke the words against his lover's lips before giving them another long lick, a delicious moan escaping his chest.

Ludwig kept himself still, his hands resting on the open backside of the dress. He fully focused on the sensation of soft Italian lips against his, their tongues moving in a sweet fight for dominance that neither of them took really serious. Soft moans escaped the tall blond at every little patch of his skin that got exposed to the warmth of the bedroom.

The silky fabric of Feliciano's long white gloves tickled over his chest, making Ludwig shudder and gasp into their kiss, forcing him to break it so his moan could come out free. The touch caused goosebumps onto his skin and he could feel his nipples harden already as he squirmed under the other's nimble fingers.

"Ah.. hahah, Haa... Feliciano..." Ludwig caught the wrist of his lover's right hand, gently pulling it away from his chest. "You... You are tickling me..." He moved a little bit back, busying himself with pulling the glove off of the other's arm, freeing his hand. "You are a tease..." The German leaned down a little bit and lifted Feliciano's hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss onto the ring that proved of their marriage. "But I love you anyways..."

Then Ludwig placed his hands on Feliciano's shoulders and gently pushed him back, further onto the bed so he could slide onto it himself, straddling his lover's lap. "Now let me see if I can work any further on removing this dress." He grasped the fabric of the dress on the other's shoulders and brushed it down to expose Feliciano's chest.

The Italian flushed bright as his glove was removed, the kiss to his ring cause him to squirm, embarrassed giggles taking a hold of him again. Feliciano really couldn't believe that they were actually married now, and everything that brought that fact to his mind only caused joy to fill his stomach and heat to flood his cheeks, bright smile once again gracing his lips. "M-Mi dispiace! I only tease b-because I love you, Ludwig! And Ludwig gets really cute when I t-tease him~"

He hummed as the top of the dress was pulled down, squirms unrelenting as lust gave way to childish joy. They were married, really married! The thought wouldn't leave his mind. "A-ah, b-but Ludwig, wait!" He looked up at the man, trying to pout through his giggles. "You're still more dressed than me!" Feliciano tugged at the now open shirt hanging off Ludwig's shoulders, brows furrowing in a half-hearted scowl. "That's not fair, ve!"

Reaching up, Feliciano placed both of his hands on Ludwig cheeks, the still gloved one brushing back some of the blond strands that had fallen into the man's face. "A-and, you promised me a lot of "I love you"s! And I still want more kisses!" He pouted, holding Ludwig's face in his gaze. "I still want more, so it's no far that Ludwig can have all the fun, ve!"

His hands trailed down from Ludwig's cheeks to his shoulder, pout breaking away for the bright smile again, more laughter escaping him. "And now that we're married..." even saying the word made his blush and smile grow brighter, squirming with joy again, "...I demand more kisses and "I loves you"s, ve! Per favore, amore mio~"