Soldat und Krieger [Japan] [Mature]

As absorbed as he is in the moment, Ludwig doesn't miss the moment that car comes to a stop - he just has a very hard time caring. He's too busy enjoying all the wonderful little sensations of someone else's fingertips on his scalp and trying to chase after Kiku's tongue. But all too soon their lips part again, leaving them both breathing hard from their inner excitement.

And then Kiku has to go and point out that they've stopped, which means that problem actually has to be addressed now. He sighs - a sound that manages to express his frustration at the interruption, his relief at their ability to now have total privacy, and his simple contentment at being anywhere with Kiku right now. But he feels the same inner conflict - they'll surely remain undisturbed here, and the location has convenience all over it - they're already here. On the other hand, a car - even a nice one - is still a car and simply isn't very well designed for the activity they both have in mind. They could do it here but there's more comfortable options just a short walk away - he'll thank himself for it later if they move. So do they concern themselves more with what they want now or what they'll want later?

Noting by Kiku's manner that the choice is being left to him, he's very quick to make his choice. He doesn't necessarily like being in control of the situation, it's that he usually ends up being in control whether or not that was initially his intention. Mostly because he's generally good at being in control and it's difficult to sit back and not use that skill when things would be better if he did. So whether nobody else is taking charge of the situation or the person who took charge of the situation is clearly messing up, he nearly instantly takes the responsibility upon himself without even realizing that's what he's doing half the time. But it can be said that he actually likes it when someone else take charge - but that's if, and only if, they're doing it well. Otherwise he'll somehow find himself back in charge of the situation.

So it's with hardly a thought that he first pulls the other nation to him, but only to give him a short kiss as if to apologize for the interruption, before he's opening the door so that they can find somewhere more comfortable. Yes, it delays them, but he's the last person that would mind the torture of having to wait, and yes it might interrupt the mood, but he doubts that his own mood will be spoiled and if Kiku's is then he can have all the fun of bringing the mood back.

But even as he's exiting the car, he takes the other nation's hand in his - he doesn't really want to break contact either, and this way he can 'encourage' Kiku to be quick to follow him. Not that he goes to the extreme of actually dragging him, but the tightness of his grip and the strength of his pull certainly suggest that he's of the opinion that their relocation to the nearest bedroom should be done with great haste and no detours.

Even if he'd paused to consider whether or not Kiku was behaving precisely as expected, Ludwig certainly wouldn't have said anything about it out loud. Everyone has the right to be in or out of the mood to do anything after all - it's the hallmark of a good relationship when everyone involved can accept that and roll with it. In fact, he's simply happy that Kiku's in the mood for anything at all - he wouldn't have blamed him for that if that had been the case, as war does tend to sour the emotions. So he certainly wouldn't have objected to taking the lead if it was left up to him.

Instead, he finds that perhaps the opposite is true, as his prompting to get out of the car is much more effective than he'd expected. There's a certain energetic amusement to his expression as quite suddenly he is the one being urged forward - how can he not like such an indication of his companion's desire to get him to bed? And when, just as abruptly, he finds Kiku's lips are once again pressed against his... well, he'll certainly not object to that either.

In fact, no sooner does he get over his surprise than he's returning the kiss, finding it much easier to lose himself in it without the thought in his mind of what if someone happens to look over at them, or having his movements halted by a seat that does not make it easy to turn towards the person next to you. ...Note to self: in all cars with self-driving capabilities, be sure to design all the seats to swivel freely since it won't always matter whether or not the 'driver' is facing forward... He leans into the kiss, wrapping is arms around Kiku and pulling him closer, and reveling the feel of his companion's hands against his body - even muted by clothing, he can feel the desire there, and it's always so nice to be so wanted.

Only loosening his hold when he feels Kiku pulling away - trusting that it's only to lead to better things. It doesn't take very much urging to convince him go the rest of the way to the bedroom - in fact it wouldn't take any at all except that Kiku is being impatient, not that he minds it since he'd be doing the same if the other nation weren't half a step ahead of him.

Though when he finds himself being shoved onto the bed, for an instant he suspects that he might mind that. Though even as he instinctively attempts to get up, he finds himself being forced back down by a knee on his chest. Well, he could probably still get up if he wanted to, but no he doesn't want to. In fact, as Japan begins to undress on top of him, he finds very little to object to about this situation at all - nope, not at all. "Deutschland kapituliert nach Japan," he remarks with one of his rare smiles, not bothering to translate his words - he as good as says them non-verbally as well, in the way that he noticeably allows himself to relax on the bed. If his manner before weren't enough of an indication of his mood, this confirms it - if his desire was for something more... intense, he'd surely choose now to fight back.

Instead he simply watches, his expression quite content but also anticipatory - he knows what's coming and he's looking forward to every last, blessed moment of it. Leaning a little against the hand that comes to his face, he presses his lips against the fingers that pass over them. The nibble gets a twitch and a slight moan, as shifts his lips slightly to turn it into a slow kiss. Meanwhile, having noted the tan skin revealed by the open uniform, he can't help but lift his hands to explore it. The other nation is quite thin compared to him, but it's not from lack of strength. No, Kiku has a fast, flexible sort of strength, while Ludwig himself is more built for raw power. And though he has his opinions about which is better, that does not mean at all that he can't appreciate the terrain his fingertips are now exploring. After all, the world would be a very boring place if it were all the same and there weren't any foreign lands to enjoy.

It's true that it's rare for the German to utter such words. He's had to on more than one occasion, unfortunately - while good at the strategies of war, he's had a notable habit of biting off more than he can chew - but normally the words have to be forcibly ripped from him. Though if you were to ask him, that's exactly what Kiku did - how can he be expected to resist? Well, he probably could if he wanted to, but he really doesn't want to.

No, what he wants to do is make sure that Kiku's enjoying his victory, so he takes as much advantage as he can of what he knows about how to please the other nation with such simple touches with his hands. A kiss, in many ways, is more complicated, but he's had enough of an opportunity to make a careful study of exactly what the man above him likes and this is what he gives to him. He has every reason to do so - not only does he simply wish to give Kiku pleasure, but he knows that his efforts will be rewarded by someone who knows how to do the same thing to him.

Which is soon proved when his wrists are captured and pined to the bed. He can feel his heartbeat pick up - and Kiku can probably feel it too when their chests are pressed together. Perhaps even the way that his heart skips at the words being whispered in his ear can be felt. Such words! And in his own language? He can't help the shudder of pleasure that it gives him. Eager to respond in kind, he murmurs, "Anata va vatashi o motte iru. Ima, anata va nani o shimasu ka?" He's probably totally slaughtering the pronunciation - he's been around the other nation enough to know much of his language, but there are so many sounds in Japanese that are difficult for him to make - but it's close enough for him to be understood.

And it seems that it's not going to take very long for him to find out the answer to his question. He sighs when Kiku's lips turn their attention to his neck, very much enjoying their attention and the feeling of his shirt loosening. Though he frowns just slightly at the groan that the other nation makes when his undershirt is uncovered. If Kiku wishes to touch his chest unimpeded, then Ludwig in certainly in full support of that idea. Pulling himself up just slightly, he first slides his arms out of the opened shirt, then tosses it away - it doesn't matter where, he can find it later. It's soon followed by the offending undershirt, which he slides quickly over his head - leaving his upper body bare except for the Iron Cross he nearly always wears around his neck. There, that's much better!

Ludwig takes a lot of pride in his physical appearance, and there's much to take pride in as the whole of him is covered in well-defined muscle. But he has just as many scars - he's no stranger to war, having fought in them even since childhood. But few nations of any importance don't have scars of their own, and while he may regret what he did to cause so many of his scars, he's not afraid to let them be seen - especially not by Kiku.

With Kiku encouraging him to not lay back down, how can Ludwig argue? He surrendered, so he has to do as he's told, right? So instead of even thinking about making any sort of protest, he merely lets his head fall backward, allowing the other nation better access to his neck. The sensation is intoxicating - oddly even more stimulating than anything on his lips - perhaps because the list of people and circumstances that would get him kissed in either location is quite different - the neck is much more exclusive.

All the attention he's getting not just there but across his chest by Kiku's deft fingertips causes him to moan deeply. He can tell that Kiku's enjoying his body, and simply knowing that gives him some sense of pleasure - let alone the fact that the other nation knows him well enough to touch and rub just as he likes. He can't help but wrap an arm around Kiku, as if feeling the need to hold him in place so that he'll continue - whether or not such insurance is actually necessary.

The other arm also wraps around him, but the hand of this one decides to go exploring. It slides down Kiku's back, not stopped by the clothing as it's not difficult to simply slide it underneath. It doesn't stop until it just rounds the curve of his buttock, which Ludwig cups in his hand. That too he seems to want to hold in place, though he can't help but squeeze it just a little while he's at it. As much as he's enjoying what the other nation is doing to him now, he also can't help but encourage him to keep going - both satisfied but wanting more.

Though he knows that he could turn the tables on Kiku at any time - not so much because the other nation is physically incapable of stopping him, but because Kiku would know that only good things would come of it - Ludwig does not have much reason to do so at the moment. He's certainly not a subscriber to the idea of 'if it ain't broke, don't fix it', as something that's going well might still be improved upon, but when he doesn't feel like he has anything much to add then why would he interrupt? Though the fact that it's difficult to concentrate on possible improvements to the situation when he's being treated thusly is certainly a huge factor in this.

Though perhaps one might call his wandering hand an interruption and an improvement, though it certainly wasn't conscious on the German's part - it simply was something that he felt like he should do because it occurred to him and he knew that they'd both enjoy it. Though he hadn't expected the other nation to respond quite this favorably to it. Then again, when Kiku responds in kind he's caught of guard by the intensity of his own reaction to the sensation.

Well and truly stimulated now from not only the physical sensations of his body but knowing that they're being shared by the man on his lap - a man he cares for and respects more than he has the words to say - the words he says in response to that begging tone are quite automatic. "Tell me vhat you vant..." he says, practically begging himself. Oh, he has some idea of what Kiku wants, but more than one idea and it's not physically possible to do all of them at once. So he has to ask, though it's clear from his tone that whatever is asked for will be granted immediately - no matter what it is, it would be his extreme pleasure to see to it that Kiku gets it.

Though he'd been quick to assume that he was prepared to satisfy whatever was asked for him, Ludwig is actually surprised by it. Not that he's not prepared to give Kiku what he wants - entirely the opposite, as he's quite sure that he couldn't be more delighted - but those words encompass an entire category of requests that he wouldn't have assumed. He'd thought that the other nation would like to have his way with him, not the other way around.

What it does is cause the normally laconic German to actually want to put words to his thoughts, which he does as he slowly leans backwards onto the bed. But though this may bring the other nation even more on top of him, his manner is different from before - in an instant he's gone from submissive to demanding. Still with that grip on Kiku's buttock, he squeezes it again as he shifts the nation forward and at the same time loosens Kiku's pants with his other hand. In that position it's then not difficult to slide him out of his pants - using the grip on the other nation's butt is quite handy for this.

"You, Japan - father of both samurai and ninja, inventor of karate, inspiration of the kamikaze, leader of the Dai Nippon Teikoku - and you surrender to me?" he asks with a surprisingly composed expression. But once he has Kiku laying bare on top of him, he abruptly moves his hands to the other's shoulders and twists, rolling them both on the bed until he's the one leaning over him instead of the other way around, with his hands pinning the other's shoulders to the bed.

Slowly leaning forward, he asks, "Do you knov hov kraftvoll this makes me feel?" He doesn't give him an opportunity to answer that, instead providing his own answer to that by giving him a very slow, simmering kiss. Though he got the distinct impression that Kiku is eager for him to hurry, he can't help but slow down for a moment to enjoy this. And if that's a bit torturous for the one who asked for it, so much the better.

There are many different ways to have sex - a fact that Ludwig knows well. He's had the opportunity to fully explore his options, and many of those explorations were with the very nation he's holding now. He's found that they're both quite agreeable to straying from the basics when they're in the mood for that. And he's also found that he's not an especially picky person when it comes down to it. Of course he has preferences and moods, but some people he's particularly open with can find that it's not so difficult to put him in the mood for pretty much anything.

And such is the case right now - Kiku may have thought that his kiss had been innocent, but Ludwig would argue that there's no such thing between the two of them. A kiss from someone more prone to them could be innocent, but Kiku is definitely the sort that can and would employ a less overt way of indicating affection and being pleased by another meeting than that if he'd not had a certain depth to that feeling.

Of course, Ludwig wasn't required to respond to it the way that he had, but he happened to be that pleased to see him as well - which is why they've ended up here. In fact, it was at that moment that he knew that he wanted Kiku - and in whatever way that Kiku wanted him. Who decided and what was decided were hardly important to him.

That he's been given both the choice and the control is quite flattering - both the trust that implies and knowing one is wanted in that way is quite pleasing. Whether or not that's more or less pleasing than being able to instead surrender to someone you trust in turn is a difficult thing for him to say - either of them sounds like a wonderful idea with Kiku. So all it takes is knowing that the other nation has a preference and that then becomes his own preference, because he's quite happy to indulge him.

Though he did not suppose that the other nation had meant for him to take complete control of the situation, which is why he's not surprised when he feels his pants loosening - both allowing Kiku to have the use of his hands and not stripping himself may have been completely intentional - and he responds by increasing the intensity of their kiss. Which turns into a thick moan at where those hands go next - they would easily discover the proof that Ludwig is enjoying this experience just as much as the other nation has probably already guessed. But again he makes no move to rush things along - Kiku is quite capable of getting him to hurry up if he's being too slow, after all, and he's quite enjoying being teased.