Germany X Sweden

Requested by LadyKlamydia, NekoVengers, Hetabee, Anon and a Guest!

So far it is my most requested pairing, so I do it now, but don't worry, I'm progressing on the SweUk and SuIce stories! :)

Ludwig leaned his head to the side and gave his lover a shy but affectionate kiss on the lips. Berwald flinched and turned his head away, a faint blush on his cheeks.

"Wha-"

"Sorry, you're just so...you know...good looking?"

It was the German's turn to blush now. Damn, why was it so hard to compliment his own boyfriend even after months of dating?! The words would come out with almost no problem, but Ludwig always felt like there wasn't any emotion in them. Like if he didn't really mean it, when he fact he truly did mean it; after all, the blonde in front of him was the most precious thing to him.

Hopefully, Berwald wasn't pissed at all by the lack of passion in Ludwig's words. Anyway, he himself was as worse as his lover when it came to expressing his feelings. The Swede and the German really were awkward with eachother, but somehow always seemed to know what the other was thinking and feeling. Come on, Ludwig really had the guts to kiss him on the lips in a crowded sportive bar in front of people he didn't know when he usually wouldn't even have dared to wrap his arm around the Swede's shoulders. Berwald smiled in his head and thought to himself that maybe his partner was slowly becoming less shy.

" So, would you like a beer or anything, it's better to have something to drink while watching football." the German said nicely.

"'F course, I'll h've one please."

An hour later, as the match ended and everyone in the bar was either celebrating or ordering more beer to drown their deception, Berwald was now a lot more expressive, legitimately hugging his boyfriend's arm. Oh, he wasn't drunk, the Swede just happened to be more courageous and less retracted on himself. Ludwig, on the other hand, was fully sober and blushing deeply. Even if quite frankly the people in the bar gave like zero fucks about seeing two men being so close, the shortest blonde was worried that someone would make a stupid comment about it. He just wanted to go home now, before his German instincts would kick in and make him drink every beer bottle in the place.

"Hey liebe", the man shaked his arm a bit to draw his boyfriend's attention," Wanna go home now?"

"Dunno, wh't are we g'nna do there?" Berwald asked with a weak and less deep voice tone than usual.

For a moment Ludwig didn't say anything, he just stared into the distance, thinking that the Swede's voice was so weirdly attractive now. Not that it wasn't before, but at the moment Berwald really sounded like he was horny. The thought of his lover craving sex from him made Ludwig feel all hot and tingly deep inside. After a moment of silence that seemed to last forever, Ludwig remembered that his love just asked him a question, and so he finally answered it.

"I...I don't really know. Maybe cuddles? Anyway, you sure you aren't drunk at all?" the shortest blonde asked with a concerned voice.

"Am not."

"Well then...can you spell the full name of your King?"

"...'kay fine, I'm not compl'tely s'ber..." the Swede admitted with an almost ashamed face.

"It's okay, let's just go home now, so you can sleep a bit."

Berwald lifted his head up just enough to meet Ludwig's eyes (and the German could've sworn that his boyfriend was actually smiling at him) and he placed his warm hand on the other blonde's cheek. The shortest male wondered if his liebe was going to kiss him, as some more blushing was coloring his already pink cheeks.

"Am not r'lly drunk, and...b'sides...I dun wanna sleep yet...if ya know wh't I mean."

They made their way back home with no problem, with Ludwig driving the Swede's old Volvo. Berwald stretched in his seat, already feeling better and less overhelmed by all the beer he had drank earlier. The German parked the car in front of the house and a minute later they were both sitting on the couch in silence, not really sure of what to do. Of course, Berwald had hinted at his lover that he was more than willing to have sex tonight, but he couldn't bring himself to take the first step. And Ludwig knew what the other blonde wanted to do, but he wasn't convinced that his liebe was sober and didn't want to ruin their night. Damn, this was a perfect moment for them both, what was holding him back from ravishing his boyfriend? Why was he so worried over nothing all the time? This was frustrating. Ludwig crossed his arms with a frown, having an argument with himself in his head about if he should or should not agree to have sex tonight.

"'re ya angry?" the Swede asked while looking away, playing with the sleeve of his shirt.

"No."

Suddenly, as Ludwig was going to just give up and call hinself a weak coward, something warm and soft pressed against his lips. He realised that his lover was actually trying to kiss him, and that instantly made him forget all of the bad thoughts he's been having since an hour or so. The shortest blonde smiled as much as he could and cupped the Swede's cheek, returning the kiss with more passion. Berwald closed his eyes and hummed, happy that, for once, taking the first step has given him positive results. He slowly wrapped his arms around the German's broad shoulders and broke the kiss with a small chuckle.

"I w'nna go sl'wly. So...the fun lasts l'nguer." the Swede muttered with progressively reddening cheeks.

"O-okay. I suppose that you want to go slowly on the bed right?"

"Wh't makes ya th'nk I want it there?"

"It's more romantic I think...and more...sensual?"

The tallest blonde gave his lover a playful look and nodded.

Berwald let himself fall back on the bed sheets, quickly joined by his German boyfriend. They kicked their shoes off and started to make out with passion, pressing their bodies against the other. Ludwig clumsily tried to take off his fitting black t-shirt, but the tallest blonde stopped him and instead of helping him he kept on kissing his lover. The German chuckled and slid his hands under Berwald's shirt, caressing his hips and waist with slow and light movements. The Swede did the same, tugging at his partner's shirt with little moves, eventually starting to pull on the fabric to indicate that he wanted Ludwig to remove said piece of clothing. The shortest male obeyed and took off his shirt, revealing his muscular frame. Berwald bit his lip upon seeing such a nice sight, and he unbuttoned his own shirt till there was only two buttons left, and then he stopped.

"Ya wanna h'lp me with this?" he asked teasingly.

Ludwig nodded and took care of the remaining buttons before sliding his hands underneath the Swede's shoulders, grabbing his shirt and pulling, making the fabric slide down Berwald's arms till he was topless as well. The turquoise-eyed man lifted his arm up to run a hand through his boyfriend's slicked back hair while he pressed the tip of his nose against Ludwig's. The German tried not to break the touch while undoing his jeans' zipper, impatient to have less clothes on. Realizing what the other was doing, the Swede leaned back again and removed his own pants. It went on like that till the only kind of clothes left to cover their bodies was their boxers.

Ludwig told his partner to stay still while he would tease him a bit more. He gently kissed the palm of his hand, brushing the soft flesh with his delicate lips. And then, the shortest male proceeded to kiss his way up the Swede's arm, making said man laugh quietly. This felt great -just like little butterflies lightly pinching his arm. When the German finally reached Berwald's neck, he didn't spare a single spot, either kissing or sucking gently on his pale skin while massaging the back of his head, entwining his fingers around the vanilla hair of his lover. The tallest male gently pushed Ludwig away after a moment, only to get on his knees and push his boyfriend on the bed, switching their original positions. He lowered his head down to give the German a kiss, but his glasses slipped from his nose and he barely catched them before they would have landed on Ludwig's face.

"Srry."

"You don't really have to keep them on when we go at it..."

"Ja I h've to. Cause...I can look at you."

The German was about to reply with an amused face, but the words got caught in his throat and replaced by a gasp as Berwald gently bit the skin between his neck and left shoulder and licked it up slowly. Said man then playfully pinched his boyfriend's nipples, almost earning a slap to the face, wich he dodged with no problem.

"Stop this honey, I don't enjoy this as much as you do!" the shortest one complained with a wince.

"How 'bout this?"

Berwald looked at his lover straight in the eyes as he started to stroke his cock through his underwear. Ludwig groaned and slightly jerked his hips upwards. He wasn't gonna loose it just because of a little massage, wasn't he? The youngest man responded by flipping them over again so that he wouldn't feel so submissive. He then grabbed the Swede by his tighs and made him spread his legs for him. The blue-eyed German went between his legs, removed his liebe's undies and started to kiss his inner tigh slowly while stroking his hipbone with a thumb. Berwald squirmed and shuddered, giving himself in to the pleasing feeling. Ludwig kept on making his boyfriend emit little moans and gasps of pleasure as he was getting him ready for a night of sex.

"Please...st'p this..."

"Does this mean who just can't resist me anymore?"

The Swede tugged at the other blonde's boxers with need and uncontained lust, his turquoise eyes shining with passion. Ludwig understood that they were now both ready, and he was surprised that their foreplay session has gone well. Quite frankly he had expected more awkwardness from his beloved dorky Berwald.

"Okay...let's begin this then."

With blushing cheeks, the German finished undressing himself as Berwald pulled lube out of their 'sinful drawer'. The tallest blonde stroked the hardened lenght of his partner one last time with a slick hand before wiping it off with a tissue. He then installed himself comfortably on his back and waited for Ludwig to take him.

And that's what the German did. He fucked his boyfriend all night with a never fading passion, an almost violent love consuming them both, making them lose control. The tallest man was a mess, with his glassy eyes and sweat-covered body, moaning either softly or loudling depending on what Ludwig was doing to him. On his side, the youngest male was no better: his hair had lost his perfect aspect to fall back on his forehead, mixing itself to the swear drops on his face, and he really couldn't feel the top of his back anymore cause his lover just wouldn't stop clawing at the flesh of his back while pressing their bodies together. This was just so intense, the emotions barely descriptible.

Berwald thought to himself that it was probably the best night he's had in centuries, and that even if he and Ludwig were hard to understand and awful with expressing their true feelings, they were real soulmates and nothing could prove him wrong.