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Northern Waters	By : Domina_Ecca Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1538 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Author's note: On to the sex scene! All the warnings are in the description, enjoy! (ps, this is still from Berwald's POV)

That night, he got to see him drunk, though.
He hadn’t honestly intended for either of them to drink the way they did, but, they had both had had quite a week.
Before he knew it, the bottle of vodka he had grabbed was dangerously low. His head spun when he tried to remember how long it had taken them to drink so much or how full it had been to begin with. They both sat on the couch; half facing each other, half facing the fire, their faces painted red from the warmth of it all.
He had taken another precarious drink, and was passing it to Ludwig when their fingers brushed. It was a simple touch, but Berwald felt his skin tingling even when he put his hand back in his lap. Did he know that he did that to him?
Ludwig finished off the bottle, gulped, and then stared at it and looked so surprised that Berwald laughed. His body shook with the force of his amusement, and after a minute he fell back against the couch and took a deep breath. It was good to be drunk, even if everything was fuzzy along the lines, even with his glasses. When he got drunk alone he felt lonely though, and if he drank with the others Mathias was always too loud and annoying, and he could never understand what Lukas said, for which he’d get swatted at when he didn’t respond. Tino--he didn’t even wince--couldn’t hold his liquor at all. He would be passed out face down on the couch after the first hour. No fun in that, now that he thought about it.
He looked up in time to watch Ludwig set the bottle awkwardly on the floor, where the promptly fell over, and then he tilted into the couch with his shoulder, laughing a little. The light laughter sounded nice and his body trembled gently, causing his hair to fall over his eyes. He sighed and then looked up at Berwald through his hair, still smiling. Berwald thought he was going to have a heart attack.
That image, which he saw with perfect clarity even through his drunken haze, was worthy of the paintings and poems.
His smile, though normally perfectly symmetrical, curved crookedly over his upper teeth, each of them gleaming white. It accented his cheeks, which were lightly brushed with a soft, rosy pink that made his heart stutter. His straight nose was contrasted by his sharp jaw in a way that made it impossible for his eyes not to follow, and god, the way he was looking at him with those piercing, pale blue eyes which were glazed over and glistening with the utmost contentment, still shining through the strands of hair that had fallen free…over all, Berwald was surprised he hadn’t passed out from forgetting to breathe.
Ludwig’s cheeks grew redder, as did his ears a bit, and tilted his head away. Berwald then noticed how intensely he was staring and realized he had made him blush. It was almost too endearing to withstand.
“If you keep looking at me like that,” Ludwig warned, his head still down but his eyes flicking back up, shining from the shadows cast by the fire. “I’m going to have to come over there,”
It was Berwald’s turn to feel like hiding in the couch, aware of how fast his cheeks grew hot. However, he had no intention of looking away, so after a moment of Ludwig trying to find some semblance of balance, the blond German moved away from the couch. He pushed himself forward and began to crawl towards him. Berwald didn’t dare breathe. The happy, careless smile that had graced Ludwig’s face before was gone, torn to shreds by a look that he could only describe as predatory.
As his hands touched his knees, all of the muscles in his body jerked and tensed as if they had been electrocuted. Ludwig didn’t seem to notice, or care, and continued moved forward until his hands moved up to the top of the back of the couch and the armrest, effectively pinning Berwald in the corner beneath him. The thought sent his blood rushing, even as he tried to negate the effects. Slowly, ever so slowly, Ludwig lowered himself until his lips were placed next to his ear.
He muttered something in German that Berwald couldn’t understand, but his voice rumbled in an unbearably deep manner, like thunder, and that, along with the way he grazed his sensitive ear with his bottom lip nearly made him tackle him on to the floor. Somehow though, he restrained himself, but couldn’t stop his hands from snapping up and grabbing onto that taunt, delectable body above him. Ludwig smirked, fucking smirked, before roughly pressing their lips together. The kiss was nothing less than passionate. Their teeth and tongues scraped and smeared, their breathing coming faster and harder until Ludwig pulled back suddenly. Berwald almost bit him to keep him from parting.
“I think it’s time we went to bed,” he purred before obscenely licking his lips.
“Bed,” Berwald repeated dazedly, swallowing as he stared at his moist mouth.
“Mhmm,” the German nodded, letting their chests touch before pulling back completely and swinging his legs off the couch.
He helped pull Berwald up, and they leaned on each other a little, half for balance, half because if allowed, the Swede had every intention of tackling him to the ground, aching to feel that warm body press against his. They stumbled around the couch, away from the warm light of the fire, and then down the hallway towards the bedroom. The door was ajar, but somehow still seemed very much in the way. So much so, that Berwald considered tearing it off the hinges, but Ludwig chuckled as he leaned against him, and it dissolved his anger immediately. That wasn’t to say it didn’t replace it with an equally strong emotion.
Finally, the bed was in sight. Ludwig pushed him roughly towards it, and Berwald grabbed his shirt in a fist, dragging him into a kiss as he moved backwards. He missed his mouth, adjusted, found it, and kissed him intensely. For his efforts, he was rewarded by having his kiss returned. It was a brief kiss, however, because the second the back of his legs hit the bed, Ludwig gave him a harsh shove, and he toppled over backwards.
The landing was soft, the body that fell on top of him was hard.
Berwald pulled him into another heated kiss, and this time Ludwig responded with less of a desire to separate. He obliged him with his tongue, and allowed him to explore in return. Saliva pooled in his mouth from the sweet taste of vodka and something that he was unable to describe except with Ludwig’s name. When he pulled back to swallow, the eager blond above him went straight for his throat. He bit it, hard enough to make him grunt, and to send all the blood in his brain rushing downwards. Then that warm, delicious mouth began to suck and lick from the center of his throat up to his jawline just beneath his ear. Berwald might have moaned as his body began to writhe impatiently.
Ludwig flicked his ear teasingly with his tongue and Berwald shifted harder as he shuttered, which pressed their hips together. The German above him gasped audibly, and when he recovered, practically growled something at him. Berwald frowned as he tried to comprehend what he had said, and then recognized the German command to move. He pushed himself farther up on the bed, but wasn’t able to get far before he had to move Ludwig off of him. He moved Ludwig upwards on the bed, and then rolled over and followed, putting his arms on either side of the German’s head. He heard two distinct thumps behind him as Ludwig kicked off his boots, and then felt those boot-less feet move around his hips and begin to link behind his waist. This drew them closer. Berwald could hear his heart pounding even harder.
Then, Ludwig said his name.
It was simple, it was his name, but something wasn’t right. With a curse, he moved back, sitting on his heels on the bed while he put his hand to his face.
“What is it?” Ludwig asked when he was unable to pull him back down.
Berwald bit his lip so hard he tasted blood. “Can’t,”
The words were more difficult now, but Ludwig understood after a minute of squinting and even in the dark, he could see him frown.
“Can’t what?” his words were full of apprehension.
Berwald was unable to speak as he struggled to think and after a moment Ludwig’s hands fell away from him.
“If you don’t want this…want me, just say so.” he told him, not looking away.
Berwald panicked, which made forming words even harder. “Want ya,”
Ludwig began to sit up, looking intensely confused. “Then, why not?”
“Yer drunk,” he told him finally, dropping his head a little. “Don’t want ya to regret anythin’,”
“I know what’s happening, damnit,” he said almost angrily, trying to pull him back again. “I want this,”
A strange sense of guilt prevented Berwald from moving, even by force. “Can’t,”
Ludwig looked visibly frustrated, but then, to his surprise, took a deep breath and touched his face calmly. “Look, I won’t regret this if you won’t,”
He swallowed. “I won’t,”
“Alright then,” Ludwig said, beginning to smile triumphantly as he leaned in a bit closer, putting their lips only a few centimeters apart. “What are you waiting for?”
Berwald couldn’t hold back at that. He launched himself forward and pinned Ludwig down into the bed, capturing his lips and kissing them hard enough to bruise. Immediately after he wondered if he had been too rough, but Ludwig struggled against him in an encouraging manner, and again parted his legs in order to catch and his hips a second time. The pressure was utterly distracting, temporarily freezing him in place, but when he didn’t move Ludwig grew tired of waiting, and ground his hips up again Berwald’s.
He swore lowly in Swedish, nearly blinded by pleasure. This seemed to please his German, however, and he continued with his movements. Berwald trembled above him, unsure of whether he wanted to press down into him or try to take off his shirt without tearing it. The attention below his waist felt unbelievably good, but he wanted to see that perfectly sculpted chest.
He wanted to lick it.
The Swede managed to pull himself back enough to support himself on his knees, using both hands to grasp the bottom of Ludwig’s shirt and yank it upwards. He grinned, but cooperated, sitting up a bit and raising his arms crossed above his head to aid him. Berwald threw it on the floor as soon as he had removed it and then attacked again, but moved lower, allowing himself close to that broad, well-built chest.
Slowly, teasingly, he kissed his collarbone and then slid his tongue between his lips, and licked it. Ludwig gasped a little, but turned his head, as if he were trying to hide it. Berwald smiled and moved lower, kissing and licking and sucking shamelessly on his chest. The skin was so smooth and soft, contrasted by the toned curves of muscle that laced him together. He lavished each muscle with attention from his chest down his rippled stomach to the muscles that created a valley over his hip bones, leading him to where his pants stopped him. He smirked and trailed his tongue along these lines, but always allowed himself to be halted by the rim of his pants.
“D-Damnit, Ber,” he stuttered, his hands finding his hair and gripping it.
“Hm?” he hummed against his skin, dangerously close to the visible bulge hardly contained in his pants.
“Stop fucking teasing me,” he snarled at him.
Berwald smiled, kissing him once more, but then obeyed and began to undo his pants. The button popped loose, and then he slid the zipper down, watching Ludwig blush, but hold eye contact. Then he pushed his pants down carefully, as not to injure the bulge that looked as though it was about to tear his boxers, and then moved back and pulled them down the rest of the way, also careful of the bandages. He tossed them on the floor somewhere and slowly brushed his fingers against his thighs. They were smooth and inviting. Berwald felt his own erection being restrained painfully.
Ludwig impatiently reached down and began trying to push his boxers off, but Berwald caught his hands. They were warm, strong hands. And strangely soft, even though they were calloused. He liked Ludwig’s hands. So much so that he couldn’t help kissing one of them. And then kissing each of his fingers. Before taking his index and middle finger into his mouth, and sucking on them.
“Fuck!” he hissed, arching his back a little.
Berwald would have smirked at such a reaction, but instead he just sucked harder, coiling his tongue around them, feeling them, teasing them, tasting them. Then, he pushed his hand into his mouth, allowing the fingers to slip a little ways into his throat, still rubbing them with his tongue, giving Ludwig his own taste of what was to come.
Ludwig tossed his head back and forth a little, but as Berwald slowly let go of his hand, he kept his fingers in his mouth. With a soft grunt of satisfaction, he reached down and slid his fingers beneath the waist band of the German’s boxers. He pulled them down, temporarily ignoring the place he needed the most attention, and slid his fingers out of his mouth so he could move back and pull them off. As his erection was freed, Ludwig thrust upwards slightly, as if trying to move against something. He couldn’t help how red he blushed when Ludwig called his name.
Berwald absently wondered, if they hadn’t been drunk, how far the German would have let him go tonight. Going with a sudden impulse that urged him to take advantage of this moment, he lowered himself down in between his legs. Ludwig’s stiffened cock stood proudly, blushing deep red with arousal and pearling with pre-cum. He licked his lips slowly; he would be lying if he said he hadn’t dreamed about this. He felt Ludwig’s body shift a bit as he appeared to be trying to sit up to look at him, but Berwald gave his hot flesh a long lick with the broad part of his tongue, and Ludwig fell back into the bed with a groan. He licked from the bottom up to the tip, swirling around the head to lick up the pre-cum. It left him wanting to taste more.
He inhaled deeply at the same time as he opened his mouth and took in Ludwig’s cock. At about half way, he felt Ludwig’s fingers in his hair, and when he touched the back of his throat they tightened. Berwald let his breath out slowly as he tried to keep his throat muscles relaxed, and then bobbed his head a few times, running his lips and tongue long his length. He groaned again, a broken type of moan, and appeared to be trying not to thrust.
Berwald felt his tight grip on his hair yank, lifting his mouth until only the tip remained inside. He stroked it and traced it with his tongue, and then cautiously slid over the slit. Ludwig gasped and bucked his hips, forcing Berwald to take in more of him rather suddenly. He obliged him and sucked hard as he allowed his head to be pushed down. He swallowed, breathing through his nose as he was practically forced to suck Ludwig off, and felt his body shiver in delight at the strange thought. The velvety feeling of having him down his throat was more satisfying than he had expected, even if it left him wanting more.
“Ber, n-no, stop,” he suddenly pleaded, tugging him up without pushing him down again.
Stop? Berwald would have frowned if his mouth hadn’t been so full. Was he doing poorly?
He began to let him slide out of his mouth, but fueled by the fear that he wasn’t pleasuring his lover, the more he pulled out the harder he sucked. When he was almost all the way out, Ludwig’s entire body gave a violent shudder, and he thrusted up so hard Berwald nearly choked. He felt his cock pulse and then hot cum began filling his mouth. He tried to swallow awkwardly to keep up, but it was a startling amount, and it ended up dribbling out the corners of his lips.
When Ludwig had stopped moving altogether, he let his softening cock slide out of his mouth, giving it a small, affectionate kiss. He wiped his face as he sat up, but what he saw made his jaw fall open and his own dick strain agonizingly against his jeans. Ludwig lied naked before him, his lays splayed wide and his arms up where they might have been trying to cover his face, but they had fallen weakly against his forehead. His chest glistened with a light sheen of sweat as it heaved with his heavy breaths, but as he followed it upwards to his face, he nearly came just from looking at him. He looked utterly pleasured, descending from the heights of the purest ecstasy and staring at him with unabashed affection. His eyes were now glazed, not with drunkenness, but with pleasure. If Berwald had died at that sight, it would have been worth it.
“That was…that was fucking amazing,” he growled, his accent still thick and rough.
God, everything about that man turned him on.
However, that made him stutter and fumble horribly with his words. Ludwig chuckled, that low, sexy noise, and then pulled him by the back of his neck into a hot, sensual kiss. He kissed him back without restraint at first, but then he realized that he had just made Ludwig taste himself, and pulled back.
“S-Sorry,” he stuttered, putting his hand to his mouth. “If ya don’t wanna, I can—”
Ludwig grabbed him again and forced his mouth open wide and then proceeded to search out every taste his mouth harbored with his tongue. Berwald groaned into the kiss, rather pleased with such a reaction. They broke the kiss with a loud smack of wet flesh loosing suction, and Ludwig licked his lips clean.
“Now,” he said, trailing his fingers down Berwald’s own chest. “Do you want me to suck you off? Or do you want to fuck me properly?”
His eyes could have popped out of his head; he still considered himself a shy person, after all.
He could only blink stupidly. “Huh?”
Ludwig began to smirk, as if he had already made up his mind as to what he was going to do. In all honesty, Berwald preferred it that way. Slowly, he swapped their places, after nearly shredding Berwald’s pants and underwear to get them off. As he settled his back into the bed, the way Ludwig was looking at him made him want to cover his face in embarrassment while it also made his erection twitch with excitement. He had a feeling that Ludwig liked him like that, though; completely torn between emotions.
Ludwig cursed quietly as he looked at Berwald’s erection, but before he could respond, he grasped it firmly and stroked it a few times. He groaned deeply, thrusting a little in an attempt to continue the friction that he had been aching for, but Ludwig was too much of a fucking tease for that. Instead, he lowered his hand to the base, and then slowly bent his head down and let his lips brush over the tip. It sent shockwaves through Berwald’s body; bolts of wild electricity that left his veins burning in their wake. He needed more.
“Lud,” he begged quietly.
He could feel him smile, and then he responded by taking nearly his entire length into his mouth in a single motion.
“Ahh—fuck!” he ground between his teeth, tossing his head back as that slick, hot mouth swallowed him.
He felt him gag a tiny bit, but held him at the back of his throat, running his tongue up and down dutifully. Berwald realized he was panting and his hands were twitching as he tried not to grab his hair. He knew if he did, he wouldn’t be able to be gentle.
Ludwig bobbed his head up and down on his own though, sucking and licking in a manner that was nothing short of absolutely perfect. The hand around the base of his cock slowly began to move as well, pumping in slow, steady strokes that contrasted with the intense attention from his mouth. It almost felt too good to want to thrust into. His other hand slowly moved down from his hip, slipping to his inner thigh and rubbing it almost absently, trailing his fingertips along the sensitive skin there. It was bringing him to the edge. Already.
He shut his eyes, pushing his head back hard into the pillow, feeling sharper jolts of pleasure rocking his body. Then, nothing.
Looking down at Ludwig he tried to keep his voice steady, but his words came out pleading and needy. “W-Why’d ya stop?”
“Fuck me, Ber,” he ordered, but smirked a little.
He felt his knees weaken momentarily with his strong desire, but then he pushed himself up and grabbed Ludwig’s body to his in a rough, demanding kiss. He kissed him back, smiling at his frustration when they parted, and then he got on his hands and knees on the bed before lowering himself to his elbows seductively. Berwald groaned with want and brought his fingers to Ludwig’s mouth for him to suck on. He did so diligently, keeping eye contact as he licked and sucked on them shamelessly. When he felt they were entirely coated with saliva he quickly pull him away, feeling dangerously close without even having penetrated him yet, and positioned himself behind his German.
Ludwig presented his ass willingly, and Berwald took a minute to admire its firm shape before adding a little of his own saliva to his fingers. When he pressed them to his entrance, he simply sighed at the touch, but when he pushed the first finger inside him, he heard his breathing pattern disrupt. He wasn’t sure how to comfort him, so instead of making a mess with words, he simply ran his free hand over the flat of his back and down his hip and thigh, trying his best to be comforting and to distract from the finger that was probing him. When he was able to slide it in and out with relative ease, he slowly began to brush Ludwig’s skin with the second, alerting him that he intended to add another. To his surprise, Ludwig pushed back on his hand, helping the second to slip passed the tight ring of muscles. He might have grunted, but didn’t stop leaning into his hand, so Berwald took it as a sign to continue.
He pushed both fingers in until his knuckle pressed against Ludwig’s warm body, and then drew them almost all the way out, and pushed them in again. He tried to keep moving his other hand in a steady manner, but after a bit gave up, and instead reached for more drastic measures. He curved his hand below them and stroked Ludwig’s cock, which was, as he had correctly guessed, hardening again. He gasped and then groaned, and began to rock a little bit between his hands. There was something so sinfully pleasurable about holding him like that; his body securely between his hands, allowing him to feel every effect his touch had on the him. Berwald almost didn’t notice as he began to brush his third finger against his entrance. Ludwig tensed slightly, so Berwald began to pump him a little faster and leaned down, pressing his lips to his back and leaving a trail of kisses down his spine.
When he had relaxed as much as he would, he slipped in his third finger with the other two, and, as gently as he could, pushed them into the German beneath him. That time, he grunted audibly. Berwald began to apologize, but then Ludwig gave a rather hard push back, and allowed all three fingers to be pushed completely inside of him. He moved them slower, carefully listening for signs of pain, and began to spread them a bit in order to stretch his tight entrance. Ludwig winced a little, but didn’t try to pull away at all. Instead he seemed almost…impatient?
“Ber,” he moaned in a needy way that made his heart thump wildly. “Just put it in already!”
“But,” it took a lot of willpower to focus on speaking. “If I hurry, it’ll hurt,”
“I don’t care!” he almost shouted into the pillow.
Berwald continued to work him with his fingers a bit longer anyway, but then gave in, and withdrew them completely. Ludwig groaned as he also released his erection, and used the pre-cum and remaining saliva to help lubricate his own cock. Resisting the urge to grip it and pump himself, he moved forward a bit, spreading Ludwig’s legs wider, and placed himself at his entrance.
“Are ya sure?” he asked, unable to proceed without asking.
“I’m sure. I want you, Ber.” he muttered, glancing up at him with a look that made Berwald’s hips ache with the want to roughly force his way into his lover.
He grunted with a firm nod and began to push forward.
Ludwig let out a deep breath as he pushed passed those tight muscles, but once the tip went in, the rest slid in a bit easier. He paused when he was half way in, and then again when he was all the way in, giving Ludwig time to adjust. He felt him tilt his body a little, finding a comfortable position, but he tried to hold completely still. He didn’t want to hurt his Ludwig; he only wanted him to feel good. But it was so hard to hold still while been so completely inside of his tight body, able to feel every one of his muscles that move around him. He hadn’t thought he would have ever felt so close to this man.
“You can move,” he gasped after a moment.
Before he could ask ‘ya sure?’, Ludwig pushed back against him, causing him to groan and very nearly fall over on him. Then, his hips were moving before he could stop them. Luckily, he caught himself before he began thrusting too roughly, and tried to keep his movements as slow as he could. He was so tight though, it made him want to thrust in harder and harder, the heat of his passion nearly consuming him.
Ludwig groaned a little, grabbing the pillow in his fists. “F-Faster, Ber,”
His mind didn’t even have time to process the command before his body obeyed. It felt so unbelievably good and as he slid almost all the way back out and then sheathed himself again entirely in a single thrust, he heard himself cry out. He ducked his head a little in embarrassment, but then he felt Ludwig push himself back a little harder and he cried out even louder than Berwald had.
“Fuck!” his whole body shuttered with pleasure. “There!”
Berwald stared in confusion for a moment, but then grasped his hips even firmer and pulled him back again rather roughly. He earned another loud cry of pleasure, which made his erection ache even as he was fully inside of him. It became his goal to make him shout like that with every thrust, but it was deep and every time his tight heat moved around his sensitive flesh it brought him closer and closer to the edge.
His heart was pounding hard in his chest when he felt the pressure coiling inside him threatening to let loose. Quickly, he released one of Ludwig’s lean hips and reached around him again to his erection and began to pump it. His head fell forward with a groan, which arched his back a little more and made both of them curse.
“Ahh, gott! Ber, I’m s-so close,” he panted and gasped as he rocked back in to him while at the same time trying to thrust forward into his hand.
“Come.” Berwald ordered close to his ear and then gave a particularly deep thrust.
He was already coming when he felt Ludwig’s body convulse with the force of his orgasm. He felt the hot cum spilling over his fingers while he felt his own filling his lover. That was what he believed led him to moan, all orgasms aside. The thought that he had made this man so completely his…he would never have believed it.
When it was over, as they both descended from impossible heights, Berwald carefully pulled out and then collapsed. Ludwig rolled to his side, effectively molding to the shape of his body. The taller Swede pulled them close together and sighed heavily as his heart rate began to descend, feeling deliciously and utterly spent. Ludwig breathed deeply too, but then he felt a small shiver ripple through his skin. Berwald sat up and grasped the blanket, pulling it up to cover Ludwig and himself, tucking it down around them securely.
Ludwig let out a soft, content sigh and then took Berwald’s arm as he placed it around him affectionately.
“Ber?”
“Ya?”
“…I love you,”
The words made his heart and throat constrict with emotion, but he swallowed after a second and kissed the back of his head.
“Love ya, too.”
“And,” he said, rolling just a bit to look over his shoulder at him. “You better not forget this in the morning,”
Berwald chuckled quietly and kissed his shoulder near the base of his neck fondly as he looked at him. “Won’t.”
“Good, or else I’ll have to remind you.” the German laughed after winking at him sexily, and then he rolled over and let out a deep, tired breath.
Berwald pulled them slightly closer so their bodies touched all the way to their legs, unable to remember a time that he had ever felt so content. As his heart slowed fully, and the warmness on his skin changed from the burning heat of exertion to a simple, even warmth that kept him hyper-sensitive to touch. He slowly began to run the tips of his fingers up and down Ludwig’s arm once he freed his hand, occasionally smiling when he felt his skin ripple under his touch. He traced the chiseled muscles lazily for a while before he scooted even closer and put his nose in his soft, well-groomed hair. He smelled so intensely like him that Berwald had to force his heart not to start speeding up again.
He recognized the tightness that had been growing in his chest though, even with his heart now slow. He knew it was love. Berwald could be sure because now that he was lying with him, their warm, naked bodies pressed together beneath the blanket, he felt content. He knew he was in the right place. Before, even when he relaxed, he felt himself wanting to move. Wanting to shift and adjust discretely, all in order to get closer to Ludwig. Because this was what he wanted, with every fiber of his being. And now that he had it, he only wished he was more awake to enjoy it.
He wished he could better see Ludwig’s calm expression and his beautiful, smooth skin still slightly flushed. He wanted to see exactly the way his eyebrows could be so light in color, but be so sharp and defining. More than that though, he wanted to study simply the way he breathed. With so much of their bodies pressed against each other, he was able to feel each breath he took, how long he held it, and how it was let out without a hitch of any kind, but he wanted more. He wanted to witness every breath he took, to count the heartbeats between, and to watch his nose move ever so slightly when he drew a sudden, deeper breath. He was sure he would find a pattern to it if he watched long enough; that was simply the type of man Ludwig was.
Every eleventh breath, maybe?
With a deep sigh of his own, he felt sleep beginning to seize him, and slowly he let himself sink into it. However, sleep took him slowly in a push-pull fashion, like waves, and as he faded away from the waking world, he continued to count his lover’s breaths even as absent thoughts continued to flow through his mind.
…Nine, ten, ele-ven, twelve…
To hell with everything else, he thought to himself. He had Ludwig.
However, he mused just before he slipped away, if this was now an option, he might never chop firewood again.
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