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Benevolent Interactions	By : Ignominious Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1628 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Veneciano fled, whirling out the door with a rapid, stumbling twist of the heel; meanwhile, the German hurled curses at himself, shuddering, feebly reconstructing the instance interiorly, and tentatively arranging the dialogue that would unquestionably pass almost immediately between he and Veneciano. Having collected himself, his hushed footfalls progressed outwards the stifling space; the lad he'd dismissed, with his head bent over his hands, shook profoundly with sobs, and refused to recognize his company. He placed a pair of fingers on the lad's shoulder. As he seated himself beside the Italian, Veneciano shifted in the opposite direction, denying his presence further; but he enclasped the man �round with his arm, and impelled him to his side, and the young man wilted against him, taking his upper garments between his fingers and grasping them resolutely.
Grimacing at the weeping figure, and sighing, upset, Ludwig brushed his lips against the posterior of his cohabitant�s crown, and remained breathing into the back of his head for a moment, water congregating about the rims of his eyes. A great fear was welling within him, the dread that he was pushing the individual he so venerated away, with hasty and undeservedly callous impulses; he needed to discipline himself, to actively rule and restrain how he�d respond when unexpected circumstances developed! He could not allow their relationship to persist in its current state; he could not continue to upend his housemate�s emotions when, in cases where he found himself vulnerable to embarrassment, he reacted unsympathetically, and laced his verbalizations icily, lashing out at the young man with the bitter shards.
"I-I'm sorry, dear. That was thoughtless of me. My actions were uncalled-for. I owe you an explanation. There's something, I think, we need to talk about."
"It's okay. I know you love me," he murmured unobtrusively, sniffling. Ludwig realized with what ease the being could be exploited and, the sense of needing to be protective of his companion swelling in his breast, grew more determined not to mistreat the young man.
"Listen- I- yes, I do love you. That's true. That will always be true." His fingers squeezed gently on his companion's side, as if reinforcing the statement with their motion.
"But I fear... I am afraid that what I find myself wanting from you, in this relationship, is not something you can give me. And it's only been getting more infuriating; I can hardly bear to sleep near you, anymore. How I feel, when I'm so close to you, I can't control; that's why I got up, and was frustrated with myself, and that's when I... when you found me, trying to staunch that feeling, so that maybe, hopefully, I could stay close with you, but not be so tormented by those yearnings. I'm embarrassed for my actions, but I lack the strength enough to suppress my yearnings, persistent as they are.
"I have always had the impression from you that you require a sort of love that is playful, and unadulterated. I fear besmirching you with these desires, and it terrifies me to think that I may be pushing you too far already. I don't want to hurt you, or betray your trust in me, but I can't force myself not to feel these things, and it's becoming so, so difficult to keep myself from affecting you with them. I don't know what I should do, but I think it's time you knew. That's why I reacted to you, as I did, a few minutes ago."
"You want to be intimate with me."
"Yes, I do."
His companion lapsed into silence, and, after assembling his thoughts over the course of a few sustained, scarcely audible expirations, he said softly:
"Dear, I am an adult; it's not like I don't have desires, too."
And Ludwig relaxed, and he liberated from his interiors a breath it seemed he had held for hours; he felt a light hand settle on his thigh, and as it moved over his leg, he could not muster a hint of willpower to either question or dissuade it.
"You should know, I can have trouble reading body language. You have to be straightforward with me. Please don't hold back on telling me what you feel."
This was received with a nod, and a slight grin surfaced on the Italian's features. To him, his companion's smile tended not to be distinguishable from a scowl, as strained as his countenance appeared wearing one; but gradually he'd started to discern it, and now, the man, ensconced as he was in this simple caress of his companion, beamed so candidly that Veneciano had no trouble whatsoever recognizing the expression, and understood instantly the extent of his partner's craving for the tangible display of affection.
His touch deviated from its course, and the German's thrill was communicated by an involuntary tremor that agitated his entire figure; in his palms he took the lower portions of Veneciano's face, and he let his fingers work behind the nape of his neck; he drew his partner to his lips, and they breathed the impassioned breath of one another, a scarlet flush maturing on the features of each man.
Looking down shyly, the Italian spoke in a bashful intonation:
"I could feel your heart, fluttering, in your chest..."
"It does that for you."
"But I was never close enough to notice it, before."
"No, you weren't."
"I want to feel it some more," he said, and removed through their respective fissures the buttons that graced the German's powder-blue upper wear. A red cheek was laid against the flesh, behind which throbbed the circulatory organ, which beat a frenzied tattoo inside the chest cavity, due to the man�s exhilaration.
�Yes, I like that,� he crooned.
�Oh, love...� sighed Ludwig, capturing the young man in his arms, fixing his gaze on the shoulders of his partner, deeply desiring to cover them with kisses, as well as the soft tissue that rested over his clavicles and slim pectoral muscles, which was of a sweet, milky colour, quite possibly the most ideal colour for those areas of a body, he decided that moment.
Curling himself to a position askew his partner�s lap, the Italian was taken aback at the suddenness his companion allowed forth a resonant vocalization of sensual enjoyment, clutching the young man impulsively and burying his expression in his shoulder, the limbs twisting about Veneciano tensing significantly.
�My passion for you has smoldered behind my flesh for so long, I almost can�t endure it, to feel your form against my own,� he whispered, �It blazes forth with withering intensity every time I am even slightly brushed by your figure, love.�
�And you didn�t tell me, for all this time...�
�Mmm... at least you know now.�
Strong fingers searched beneath the beloved creature�s shirt, ascending the torso, and then assuredly were they dragged over two patches of rosy flesh situated there, drawn tight and sensate in the moment.
�Wait, wait,� the lad gasped, �Hold on, hold on, hold on!�
Ceasing the fondling, his companion inquired whether he had been offensive.
�I-I�m not sure how ready I a-am to be touched like that,� he whimpered, the tender orifice of his mouth trembling; he was self-conscious about the overwrought state of his physique, and feared that if the man, as amorous as he was, happened to elevate his arousal to a maddening degree, he would yield his corporeal self to any whim of his, despite how past his boundaries or depraved it would require him to be.
�Are you nervous about... feeling good, at my hands?�
He lowered his eyes, a roiling sensation of remorse developing within; it wasn�t clear to the young man why he would be struck by such a reaction to his companion�s question. Holding his head against his significant other, the voice he uttered in pushed inaudible:
�I�m afraid you�ll be able to convince me to do things I�m not ready for, if I�m excited any further.�
Ludwig gaped at his companion, too shocked by this statement to reply. At last he stroked the lad�s bronze hair and, cooing to him in low undertones, endeavored, devoid artifice or deception, to assuage his suspicions with words intended both to reason with and give comfort to the man; and the Italian did fall into concurrence, discovering, having scrutinized his doubts more closely, fewer grounds for retaining apprehension about his partner than he�d initially calculated; and a great warmth expanded throughout Veneciano�s torso at the revelation that, in fact, permitting himself to trust in the German was not so liable to bring harm upon his person as he�d hitherto worried. With one decisive mental feat he straightaway severed his fears, and proceeded to glow with gladness, the focus of Ludwig�s gently moving digits.
�I�m sorry I haven�t trusted you as much as I probably ought to have,� he told his partner, �As I said, I�m awful at interpreting body language, and yours is especially vexing.�
�Well, it�s understandable. Don�t worry about it.�
�Did I upset you?�
Veneciano was concerned for his partner, as the German had undergone a change in his aspect, his brow knitting above a pair of ocular instruments that appeared at the moment to be focused at a distance.
�I don�t want to scare you, that�s all. It makes me worry that I don�t treat you well enough, when I want to be my best for you.�
�You�ve been marvelous to me, love. You�ve been so patient with me, every day, and considerate; you haven�t ever hesitated to provide for me, and you�ve rescued me from terrible situations time and time again, at nobody�s expense but your own; and when I�m with you, I feel as if I must be the most appreciated person on earth, because you treat me so respectfully and so lovingly, I can�t help but be flattered. So don�t linger over it too much, that sometimes I act affrighted of you; I think it�s just a built-in reaction I possess, that I need to train out of myself.�
The speaker crawled behind his partner, and was taken hold of by an amiable grin; he mussed up his partner�s hair, laughing, and then held the man, curious appendages playing with the waistline of his slacks.
�You can relax, you know. I won�t bite. Just feel me touching you. You�re too tense. Come on...�
The German�s physique gave a delicate jerk, and he leant his head backward in the direction of his fondler. Disengaging his partner�s jeans, the Italian exhaled against his partner, and the German markedly felt the pace increase; and soon the blonde�s own inhalations grew heavier, his body heaving slightly with the augmented respiration, his companion alighting on inguinal flesh, engorged and pronounced, with the calm pressure of his doting fingertips.
�Ah, that�s- I feel warm- oh!�
�Yours really does come back pretty far, doesn�t it...�
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