Locked Away (GerIta)

Chapter 46

Ludwig's jaw went slack and he gripped Feliciano's waist as he slowly sunk down onto him, puffing out a few restrained breaths when he was fully sheathed in his tight heat. The German  looked up at him from where he was reclined back, head supported by the arm of the couch.

Feliciano took his right hand from where it rest on his waist and brought it up to cup his cheek. He closed his eyes at the feeling of Ludwig's calloused fingertips against his skin. The Italian kissed his palm and moved to the bruises around his knuckles.

Ludwig sat up, a twinge of guilt evident in his gaze, and gently moved his hand away, placing it on Feliciano's lower back, out of sight. It throbbed dully and he ignored it as best he could, blue eyes searching Feliciano's.

The Italian gently cupped his neck, pressing his lips to his forehead and then burying his nose in his hair as Ludwig began to move, thrusting up with a soft grunt.

They panted softly together, breaths syncopating and occassionally falling in time as their bodies rocked and pressed together.

Feliciano closed his eyes, furrowing his brow as the German's hips snapped suddenly, powerfully and quick. His mouth dropped open and soft whimpers dripped from his lips.

Ludwig kissed Feliciano's shoulder, biting down gently at times when he felt him tighten around him. He shuddered as the Italian moved his hips as well, rutting against him as he thrust up and moaned quietly.

He felt an overwhelming sensation bubbling up, consuming him inside and clawing at his ribcage. The German rambled softly against Feliciano's neck and he could not stop.

"I'm sorry." He whispered. "I'm sorry, I'm not- "

Feliciano pulled back and kissed Ludwig, wet and slow and desperate. He felt Ludwig whimper and he pressed harder, swallowing the sounds he made. They shared breaths and shifted with each other, everything too close and too hot.

Ludwig's arms wrapped around his waist, chasing his kiss everytime he bounced, rising and falling in minute movements that created an almost unbearable friction.

Feliciano pushed his tongue into his mouth and Ludwig moved a hand to the back of his head, cradling him and kissing him until his lips were swollen and raw, too afraid that if he stopped, all the words trapped inside would just spill.

Feliciano's hand moved between them, clawing at Ludwig's chest and then moving up to grip the back of his neck, other hand occupied lower, breath choking every time he edged closer.

Feliciano felt Ludwig's fingers tighten in his hair and his arm began to tremble. He felt him groan and then whine against his mouth.

"Feli, I-"

"I know, it's okay." He muttered, words quick and cut. "Me too, me too, Ludwig. Ah-"

They clawed at each other and pressed impossibly closer, Feliciano's legs shaking and hips pulling up, clenching as he swore and his body jerked.

Ludwig pulled his head down into the crook off his neck and thrust up, quick and hard. His breaths came fast and his moans stuck in his throat, choking up and his hands shook as he gripped the cushions of the couch. Ludwig gasped loudly and rutted his hips, milking his climax as much as he could until his trembling arms could no longer support his spent body and he fell back, Feliciano collapsing onto his chest.

Ludwig kept his fingers tangled in his hair and he used his free hand to haphazardly throw the blanket over them. He nuzzled against Feliciano's temple and bit his lip, shoving down a burning feeling crawling up his throat.

He felt like he was going to be sick.

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Feliciano woke up alone the next morning, blanket tucked around him and his clothes neatly folded on the chair on the other side of the room.