Soldat und Krieger [Japan] [Mature]

The thing about teasing someone in such a way is that getting some enjoyment out of watching their reaction is perhaps the worst possible result. If you're lucky, they'll decide that some sort of revenge is in order - which is almost impossible to be a bad thing, at least as long as nobody takes more than a playful amount of offense at it. And since Ludwig knows Kiku well enough to know that he's not likely to need to worry about that, he may not have known precisely what the response to his teasing would be today but he did know that it would only lead to good things.

Though they started out as gentle, given what being done to the rest of him Ludwig finds it very difficult to not be too rough with his fingers in Kiku's hair. But he somehow manages to keep enough presence of mind to make sure that, though his grip quickly becomes beyond firm, it doesn't actually become distinctly painful.

And this in spite of the fact that the other nation is showing much less restraint and on purpose. "Uh!" he gasps in both pain and surprise when his head is pulled back - something that he doesn't really object to, if the fact that the now-forceful fingers pressed against Kiku's scalp are still very encouraging in their motions.

After that he seems to melt in a series of shudders and small moans as his mind suddenly faces the impossible choice: pay more attention to pain on his throat or the friction between his legs? Instead of really making up his mind about that, he tries to speak, but the only distinctly understandable thing he seems to be able to say is, "Kiku... Kiku..." What he's trying to say is anyone's guess, including his - he's so lost in sensation even he isn't sure what he's trying to say - but his tone is clearly both pleasured and begging. He is, at the same time, immensely enjoying this but also feeling a certain desperate need growing and this is no way to satisfy that.

So caught between pain and pleasure, he may be physically on top in this situation, but it's certainly not him that's most in control of the situation. In fact, it's all he can do to keep his arm from buckling, but then Kiku would have to stop and that's all the motivation he needs to keep at least that part of himself steady. Eventually, he manages to get enough used to all the pleasant sensations buzzing around in his head that he actually manages to say something more coherent. "You!" he says, his voice both scolding and accusatory, though based on how heavily he's panting now he'd clearly be lying if he said that he didn't like that a lot, "If you have so much energy, perhaps I should lay dovn and let you do all the vork!" His tone is teasing, though if Kiku wants to take it more seriously, that's certainly an option. Even if the other nation is in his normal mood about how they'll play the game, it's possible to catch or pitch from either position, after all.

Perhaps the reason why they can be so free with each other is because they have this in common: Ludwig has his own darker side to deal with. Twice last century he proved how capable he is when it comes to warfare, and though he lost both times it was only after a lot of difficulty and teamwork on the part of other nations - there had been that chance that he would have succeeded. Fortunately, the other nations had been kind enough to explain to both of them that they're not allowed to take over the world after the last world war. But that doesn't mean that part of them is dead - merely contained and at least in Ludwig's case it's been rattling it's cage ever since this new world war began. It's certainly nice to be able to let it out on a leash for a little bit...

Both relieved and annoyed when his words cause the end of Kiku's teasing, Ludwig gives an amused grunt at the question asked. "I liked it too much, I think," he admits - a very open statement coming from him, but with both of them so strongly aroused the time for shyness is long past - and he follows up that answer with a slow but brief kiss, as if to underline the fact that it was very appreciated.

Given how distracting they've been to each other, amazingly enough the war had been pushed back to the furthest reaches of his mind until Kiku speaks of it again. "And I am exhausted," he admits, again more open than usual. In fact, though it too had been pushed aside, it instantly appears on his face as he remembers not just the accumulated burden of running around from front to front, trying to keep up with the demands that have been upon him, but also the fact that he did just get off a very, very long flight to get here. Not that he doesn't have the energy to finish this, but it's probably what's put him into his present mood more than anything else.

Though when Kiku does decide to take his earlier statement as a suggestion, the way he says it makes Ludwig feel just a bit selfish. Still, after only a moment of hesitation he pushes away that feeling by saying, "I vill pay you back later. And I don't think that I can let you do all the vork." It would actually be less enjoyable that way, after all. Well, unless Kiku prevented his participation by tying him up or something, but that belongs in a completely different category of enjoyment.

Unlike the last time he reversed their positions, this time he's neither forceful nor sudden as he rolls onto his back - using the hold on Kiku's head to simply guide him along with him. Then, once more taking advantage of his hold, he pulls the other nation into another short kiss before he remarks, "Unfortunately, you have your vork cut out for you - someone mentioned the var and that killed the mood." Well, not as much as he's implying, but it did a bit. Still, he trusts that Kiku knows how to fix that.

At Kiku's apology, Ludwig can't help a small smile of amusement at the situation. He knows that the other nation was speaking innocently and honestly, but when so much of his own passion at the moment has been prompted by a desire to think about anything at all besides the current conflict it's simply not the right topic to bring up right now.

Fortunately, that's not an unsolvable problem, especially since Ludwig would love nothing more than to be distracted again. It's not an instant thing, but as Kiku's hands slide against his body and he feels the pulsating shift of weight, all while hearing such words, thoughts of anything besides the man on top of him slowly drift away. A dying fire can so easily be brought back to life with such fuel, and it wouldn't be difficult for Kiku to see that he's being successful by the way the amused expression on his face shifts into one that is clearly more lustful. Ludwig isn't the only sexy man in the room, and at the moment he's of the opinion that he's probably only at second place.

"Sie können alles von mir haben, dass Sie wollen..." he quietly replies, "I have missed you too." And having said that, he can't help but kiss the lips that are on his, as if he really could taste those words and all the other sweet words spoken before. When their lips part again, he murmurs, "Nimm alles von mir - lass mich mit nichts..." It seems that there's nothing at all wrong with his mood now.

The lips reaching for his are accepted quite eagerly, both offering a pleasurable amount of resistance but quick to welcome further probing. Hearing the moan from the man above him, the smile that tugs on his lips can be felt as he responds with what's practically a grunt of agreement. When his hands are released, they go quite naturally to Kiki's sides, applying a massaging sort of pressure just above both hips.

He too has no words to say, though that doesn't mean that he has nothing to communicate. The relaxed sigh he gives when his boxers are removed sounds almost relieved - he'd be lying if he said that he didn't very much enjoy how Kiku had teased him before, but he's not sure how much more of that he would want to bear. Well, he wouldn't have minded a little more... then again, he didn't necessarily want it. If he had, he would have attempted to goad the other nation into wanting more revenge already.

Instead he appears to be quite content as he lays on the bed - if anything appearing to be enjoying the show as he waits for Kiku to be ready. All except for his hands, anyway. When Kiku reaches into the nightstand they release the his sides, only to move to the sides of his legs just besides the knees. Once there, Ludwig's thumbs start to trace circles up his thighs as he slowly moves his hands upward - growing stronger and more urgent the higher they go. Ludwig can be very patient, but in this case his patience has a very definite time limit, and it's as if his thumbs are counting down the seconds that his patience will last.

One advantage of how they've arranged themselves is that it's so easy for Ludwig to see every movement of Kiku's body, which only increases the enjoyment of making the nation tremble at his touches. Having a show to watch while he's waiting is good, but having an interactive show is better. So when his actions are complained of, though in good humor, the German responds with an extremely unapologetic grin.

He would have said something about how he was being extremely patient, except that he's not given very much time to figure out the proper retort before the whole thing becomes a forgotten non-issue. As Kiku lowers himself, he takes a deep, shuddering breath, eyes almost rolling back in pleasure for a moment, though they manage to find their focus again in time to see the other man's moans. Being able to see it all playing out so easily is almost as erotic as the physical sensations. For his part he merely gives a heavy sigh once his lungs are too full to hold more air.

Oh, but when Kiku starts to move... It doesn't take long for him to feel the pleasure start to build, for his breath to become more shallow. As he'd said, he doesn't quite allow the other nation to do all the work - instead his strong hands remain on Kiku's thighs, lending both their support and encouragement to the movement. It only takes a little bit longer for his shallow breaths to become uncontrolled grunts - he could probably hold them back if he really wanted to, but he's quite happy to let Kiku know that he's enjoying this every bit as much as he should be.

Though the physical sensations alone are enough to bring one pleasure, right now Ludwig has far more than that. Being able to see that this pleasure is shared by someone he has come to care a great deal about makes what would otherwise be just a physical act into something greater - is there anything better than to want and to be wanted and to have both of those satisfied?

Which is why, when Kiku collapses on top of him and his breath begins to slow, he stubbornly refuses to fall asleep. He hadn't been lying at all when he'd said that he was exhausted, and he's quite sure that the other nation wouldn't be offended if he slept - in fact, Kiku would probably take it as another sign of a job well done - he's well accustomed to staying awake when he wishes to and he can sleep later. What he can't do later is enjoy this moment of absolute calm and relaxation - it would be gone by the time he woke up.

So instead of sleep, he simply allows himself to relax, feeling quite heavy in the bed - partly because Kiku's on top of him, and there's something quite soothing about the pressure of so much weight even beyond the fact that it's Kiku. And the fact that he can not only hear but feel the sounds of contentment emanating from the other nation makes it so much better. He's so content himself that his every exhale is practically a happy sigh.

Not wanting to disturb this calm, he waits a long time before he says anything, but eventually he says, "Ve should do this more often." While the list of those he'd happily get into bed with is quite long for someone who wouldn't admit to a signal one of them in public, Kiku is... well, unique. So are the others, he supposes, but none of them can do for him quite what he can. A fact that's only underlined by the fact that even this relatively tame encounter between the two of them is enough to remind him so poignantly that they do not see each other as often as they used to, and that's a very bad thing in his eyes.