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The tense night around them was weighted with the settling sick of having to be hidden and equally aware of their surrounds. Ludwig’s shoulders ached deeply from having to carrying his weapon on his back, and the strain of his breathing didn’t aid his discomfort at all.

He and Feliciano had slipped from their own camp mere hours ago, concealed in the thickets by nothing but the shadows it provided, and luck.

Feliciano, however, was anything but still.

Ludwig had hissed at him thrice already to keep quiet, but the Italian shifted relentlessly against his body, his soft curls brushing Ludwig’s jaw as though taunting him, his body trembling not from fear, but from something else completely.

He clung to Ludwig’s arm like a purring lover seeking warmth, his breath hitching soft and unevenly, thighs pressing together with an impatience that Ludwig didn’t have for look at to know what the whole deal was about.

“Stop fidgeting,” Ludwig whispered, the sound nothing louder than a breath. “You are going to give us away.”

However, Feliciano turned his head, wide brown eyes cradled by the glint of moonlight, and Ludwig realised that look almost immediately. Need, raw and consuming, completely disobeying the danger that circled them. His lips parted, breath fanning hotly against Ludwig’s cheek, and Ludwig felt a jolt of both dread and desire shoot up his body.

“Feliciano, this isn’t the time,” Ludwig muttered, jaw clenched, still unsure as to whether he was trying to convince Feliciano or himself.

Feliciano pressed closer regardless, his body winding against Ludwig’s chest. He shivered, even though the night air wasn’t cold, and his hand trailed over Ludwig’s arm where it wrapped around him, clutching at him with a desperation that was far too familiar for Ludwig to mistaken as anything else.

“Damn it, you’re impossible…” Ludwig growled softly, trying to keep his voice steady, but his cock was already hardening against the confines of his uniform trousers. Feliciano’s warm body leaning against him toyed with his self restraint.

On the other side of the bushes, the compressed sound of boots crunching against debris made its way to where Feliciano and Ludwig could hear it. Ludwig stilled, but Feliciano only clung to him tighter, his thighs shifting about relentlessly.

“Feli…” Ludwig rasped under his breath, grabbing his waist in warning.

The other soldier whimpered softly in response, his sound muffled, but unmistakable, as though the fear of being caught only heightened his hunger. Ludwig realised, with a sinking mix of dread and arousal, that Feliciano wasn’t going to stop. Not for now, at least.

Feliciano’s head tipped back, eyes rolling as he sank his teeth into the heel of Ludwig’s palm, hot saliva slipping past his lips in thick strands. His body writhed against the iron hold cinched around his waist, one arm locked around him while his own hand pumped himself with frantic, careless strokes.

Ludwig could feel himself hardening, even despite their circumstances, every twitch and whimper of the smaller man pressed flush to his chest making holding himself back just that much harder. Feliciano was a total mess when aroused; needy, restless, his voice spilling broken moans and breathless pleas as though he was drowning in the pleasure he was chasing.

The damp earth beneath them and the restless leafy brush whispering against their skin were mere irritations, but none of it seemed to slow Feliciano down from his frenzied display of hedonism. He was relentless and near impossible to quiet, and though Ludwig knew how dangerous their carelessness was, concealed in little more than shadow and foliage with British soldiers prowling nearby, he just couldn’t bring himself to pull Feliciano back from the edge.

Feliciano’s hips wouldn’t stay still. Every time Ludwig’s arm tightened around his middle, he only seemed to grind down harder, rutting into his own fist with sloppy strokes, his breath a mess of whines and moans spilling against Ludwig’s skin. His teeth hadn’t left Ludwig’s palm, biting down as though it were the only thing keeping him from screaming out into the night.

“Stop, Feliciano,” Ludwig hissed under his breath, his voice hard, reprimanding. His blue eyes flicked toward the edge of the bushes where shadows cut between the trees. Heavy set boots and faint voices battered the space, and they were too close. “You’re being loud.” He admonished, “Do you want the whole British army to hear you?”

Feliciano gave a muffled whimper against his hand, saliva smearing across Ludwig’s skin. His answer came not in words but in the frantic buck of his hips, the careless pace of his fist stroking himself. He was flushed a warm red, trembling, his curls damp with sweat, every movement screaming defiance when silence was demanded of him.

“God…” Ludwig cursed low, his own cock stiffening against his trousers. He clenched his jaw, pressing Feliciano’s squirming body harder into his chest, trying to pin him still. It was frustrating, because Feliciano only writhed more, his thighs spreading wider in the dirt, grinding himself shamelessly against the cage of Ludwig’s arm.

“You’re fucking insatiable,” Ludwig growled, bending close so his lips brushed the rim of Feliciano’s ear. “You can’t even pretend to give a damn, can you?”

The man shuddered at the accusation, his whine rising in pitch, hips jerking into his fist. He shook his head desperately, but the way his cock pulsed in his hand betrayed him.

Ludwig’s hand shot down, seizing his wrist, stilling his frantic strokes. “Stop.”

Feliciano’s whole body went rigid. He whimpered again, squirming helplessly in Ludwig’s grip, his eyes wild, wet, already glazed over with lust.

“Look at yourself,” Ludwig muttered, pulling Feliciano’s slick hand away from his cock. He held it there, fingers prying his palm open to see the mess glistening across his skin. “You’re already dripping… All loud and desperate, shaking like a whore who doesn’t know how to keep himself still..” His voice was harsh, but his own breathing betrayed him, ragged, uneven, and laced with want.

Feliciano keened gently, twisting his head, trying to press a kiss to Ludwig’s jaw, his lips trembling ever so slightly. His body screamed need, but his eyes held only worship and pleading, a hunger Ludwig had never learned how to resist.

“Damn it…” Ludwig cursed again, more guttural this time, his restraint unravelling. He shoved Feliciano down onto the damp soil, pushing him onto his back. His legs spread instantly, as if on instinct, the sight of him sprawled open in the gentle night light enough to knock the air from Ludwig’s chest.

“Quiet,” Ludwig ordered sharply, though his voice cracked with the effort it took to hold back. He dragged Feliciano’s spilled hand to his mouth, pressing those slick fingers past his lips. Feliciano moaned when Ludwig’s tongue licked the taste from his skin, when his teeth grazed along his knuckles. “If you make a noise, they’ll kill us both,” Ludwig warned against his fingers, his voice low, dangerous.

Feliciano nodded frantically, chest heaving, his lips parting around strangled sounds he tried and failed to hold back. His cock lay hard against his stomach, twitching, leaking, and begging for contact.

Ludwig’s control fractured. He yanked open his trousers, his cock springing free, flushed and heavy, the cool night air a shock against his need-fevered skin. His hand wrapped around the base, pumping once, twice, before he gripped Feliciano’s thighs and dragged him closer across the dirt.

“Spread them. Wider,” Ludwig ordered, his voice a rasp. Feliciano obeyed instantly, trembling, the leaves and soil clinging to his skin as his legs opened. Ludwig cursed again at the sight — his hole already fluttering, needy, slick from the mess Feliciano had worked onto himself.

He pressed the head of his cock against him, grinding slowly, both teasing and threatening. Feliciano bit his lip raw trying to contain his cry, his nails clawing into the soil.

“You’re absolutely reckless,” Ludwig growled, pushing just the tip inside, groaning at the unbearable heat wrapping around him. “You have no discipline. No sense of control. You could get us both killed, and you don’t even care. All too worried about your own pleasure…”

Feliciano shook his head wildly, though his body gave him away, pushing down, trying to take more of Ludwig’s cock, sobbing softly against the heel of his hand.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” Ludwig hissed, slamming his hips forward, burying himself deep in one merciless thrust. Feliciano’s muffled scream tore through the night, swallowed hastily by the hand Ludwig clamped over his mouth.

“Shut. Up.” Ludwig’s voice was sharp, but his thrusts didn’t stop. He pulled back then drove forward again, each snap of his hips harder, angrier, hungrier than the last. Feliciano’s body shook beneath him, his cries strangled against Ludwig’s palm, his cock leaking untouched between their stomachs.

The bushes rustled again nearby — and they could hear the voices and the footsteps all too clearly. Undoubtedly, the British soldiers were moving closer.

Ludwig froze, every muscle wrung taut, his cock still buried deep inside. Feliciano trembled, eyes wide, tears of sheer pleasure clinging to his lashes, his lips mouthing soundless pleas against Ludwig’s hand.

His entire body went rigid. Through the thicket of branches, long human shadows flickered, torches swayed in the dark, and the crunch of boots against soil grew louder. The British patrol was closer than he’d initially realised. His cock pulsed inside Feliciano, buried to the hilt, causing him to shudder once more.

“Don’t move,” Ludwig mouthed against his ear, the words more a command than a plea.

But Feliciano was a live wire beneath him, body thrumming, hole fluttering greedily around Ludwig’s cock. Every shallow twitch of his hips was betrayal, dragging a groan up Ludwig’s throat that he had to bite back. He pressed down harder on Feliciano’s mouth, pinning his squirming body against the damp earth.

The voices grew clearer.

“…I think I saw something over this way—”
“— it’s probably just a fox. Keep moving...”

Boots padded closer, branches snapping underfoot. Ludwig’s heartbeat thundered in his ears. If they so much as breathed too loud…

And then Feliciano rolled his hips.

It was barely a motion at all, merely desperate and instinctive, but Ludwig choked on a curse, his cock driving deeper as his body disobeyed him with a sharp thrust. Feliciano’s muffled whine vibrated against his palm, his eyes squeezed shut, lashes trembling with tears.

“Feliciano,” Ludwig hissed into his ear, half warning, half ragged groan. “Stop. I swear to God—”

But the Italian only bucked again, careless as always and needy, his body clenching down around Ludwig’s length as if he was milking him for all he had. His hands clawed weakly at the dirt, his thighs spreading wider, his back arching to take every inch Ludwig had to give. His voice was frantic behind Ludwig’s hand, garbled pleas and moans he couldn’t contain.

“You’ll get us fucking killed,” Ludwig spat, though his hips betrayed him, grinding forward slow, deep, shuddering at the delightful squeeze around him. “Shit— do you want them to find you like this? Spread open, filled—” He cut himself off with a harsh grunt as Feliciano clenched tighter.

The bushes rustled. A torchlight beam slashed briefly across the ground, illuminating the edge of Ludwig’s boot. He froze, pressing himself flush to Feliciano, burying his face in his curls, his hand clamped tight over his mouth.

Feliciano’s eyes flew open, wild, terrified, but still, he moved. His hips jerked in tiny, involuntary motions, dragging Ludwig’s cock deeper. His muffled moan rose, and Ludwig panicked, pressing harder on his mouth, his own breath strangled.

One soldier’s voice barked close, practically at the edge of the bushes. “Oi, did you hear that?”

Ludwig’s stomach dropped. Feliciano whimpered.

“That damned fox it was, I just bloody told you,” another voice grumbled. “Come on.”

A long silence followed. Boots shifted along the pathway. Branches cracked, signalling their departure.

They waited.

Ludwig didn’t breathe, didn’t move, his cock throbbing inside the trembling body beneath him. Feliciano writhed faintly, almost sobbing against his hand, his cock twitching between their stomachs.

Finally, the sound of their footsteps retreated, and their voices faded too. The soldiers finally moved on.

Ludwig exhaled harshly, sweat dripping down his temple. He shifted his hand from Feliciano’s mouth just enough to let him breathe.

Feliciano gasped instantly, sucking air like a drowning man. “Ludwig—please, please, don’t stop—” His voice was hoarse, desperate, his body twisting, rutting back onto Ludwig’s cock.

“Don’t stop?” Ludwig growled, the sharp edge of his fear snapping into anger, lust, both knotted tight. He gripped Feliciano’s jaw, forcing his head back, glaring down into tear-bright eyes. “You nearly got us killed. Do you even realise?”

Feliciano whimpered, nodding frantically, but the way his hole tightened around Ludwig’s cock betrayed him. He was sobbing from need, begging silently with every clench of his body.

Ludwig’s jaw flexed. His discipline, already strained, snapped. “You impulsive little bastard,” he snarled, and then he thrust, hard and brutal, burying himself to the root. Feliciano cried out, too loud, and Ludwig smothered it instantly with his mouth, crushing his lips in a punishing kiss.

His hips slammed forward again, and again, the wet slap of bodies colliding muffled by leaves and soil. Feliciano’s nails raked down Ludwig’s shoulders, his legs locked tight around his waist, dragging him in deeper. Every thrust wrung another sob from him, every sob pushing Ludwig closer to the edge.

“You don’t care,” Ludwig groaned against his mouth, his pace harsh, desperate. “You want it so badly even if they hear. Even if they find us.” He drove into Feliciano as if his life depended on it. “You’d let them watch you get fucked open like this, wouldn’t you?”

Feliciano’s head shook violently, denial spilling from his lips, but his body—oh, his body screamed yes. He squeezed tighter, moaning into Ludwig’s kiss, rutting against him, his cock smearing slick between their bodies.

“Scheiße— Ah, fuck…” Ludwig’s groan tore free, guttural, helpless. He slammed him into the earth with every thrust, leaves clinging to sweat-slick skin. Feliciano’s voice cracked, his pleas melting into incoherence, his hole clenching in a desperate rhythm.

The bushes whispered again. Distant footsteps, yet still not far enough for comfort.

Ludwig clamped his hand back over Feliciano’s mouth, hips still pistoning into him mercilessly. “Shut up,” he ordered, breathless, his voice shaking. “If you make one more sound—”

Feliciano whimpered against his palm, eyes rolling back, body quaking. He was coming apart, the danger, the roughness, Ludwig’s voice — everything was dragging him under.

And Ludwig, fuck, Ludwig was unravelling, too. Every clench around his cock, every reckless squirm, every muffled moan against his hand had his restraint shredding.

“This is madness,” Ludwig groaned into his ear, slamming harder, faster, each thrust shaking them both. “Absolute madness, Feli—”

But he didn’t stop.

He couldn’t stop, not even if he wanted to.

Ludwig’s senses narrowed to the heat coursing between them, the wet earth under them, and the unbearable clutch of Feliciano’s body around his cock. He had held back as long as he could, jaw clenched, hand locked hard over that sinful mouth, but Feliciano was impossible to contain. Every desperate squeeze of his hole, every whimper vibrating against Ludwig’s palm, pushed him further off the ledge of restraint.

“You—” Ludwig groaned, voice harsh, trembling with strain. “You’ll be the ruin of me.”

Feliciano only writhed harder, eyes glassy with tears and unabashed lust, his thighs trembling around Ludwig’s waist. His muffled cries were ragged pleas, delirious but persistent. He wanted it, wanted Ludwig to break, to give him everything, no matter who was listening.

And Hell, did Ludwig break for him.

“Fine,” he snarled, tearing his hand from Feliciano’s mouth. “If you want it so badly, then take it.”

He slammed into him with brutal force, hips grinding into him roughly, the slap of flesh loud in the still night. Feliciano screamed, the sound raw, guttural, echoing through the bushes. Any former semblance of panic vanished from Ludwig’s mind. Instead it only spurred him on, the risk of being found making his cock throb, every thrust pushing impossibly deeper.

“L-Ludwig!” Feliciano sobbed, back arching, his nails clawing furrows into Ludwig’s shoulders. His voice rang out, broken and shameless, his cries splitting the air.

“Quiet,” Ludwig barked, shoving him harder into the dirt, but his own voice cracked with need, rough with desperation. His hips didn’t slow, each thrust driving him deeper, dragging Feliciano open. “I told you— to stay fucking quiet—”

But Feliciano couldn’t. His body convulsed, his voice spilling freely, every sound daring the soldiers to hear.

“You don’t listen,” Ludwig growled, sweat dripping from his brow, his thrusts relentless. “You never listen to me. You’re—ah—fuck—you’re going to get us both—” His words cut off into a guttural groan as Feliciano clenched down, milking him with frantic rhythm.

The danger was not too far out of hearing — in fact, that faint shuffle of distant boots, and their frenzied activity jostling the leaves served as a wicked reminder of where they were and what risk could be awaiting them, but Ludwig’s discipline had snapped a long time ago by that point. He drove into Feliciano with hungry abandon now, the world around him narrowing to the obscene wet sounds of their bodies, the sweet choke of Feliciano’s cries, and the unbearable heat of his cock being squeezed around tighter with every thrust.

“You love it,” Ludwig snarled, bending down, teeth scraping over Feliciano’s jaw. “You love it. Loud little slut— screaming when you should be silent. Do you even care about who hears you?”

“Yes!” Feliciano sobbed, his voice cracking into near hysteria. “Yes—No—ah— don’t stop, Ludwig, don’t…please, I need—” His hands clutched at Ludwig’s back, dragging him closer, urging him deeper. His cock, trapped between their bodies, leaked slick across both their stomachs, every thrust rubbing him closer to the edge.

Ludwig groaned, raw and broken. His body moved like it belonged to Feliciano now, rutting and reeling back and forth into him.

“Fuck—” His curse broke into a ragged moan. His cock twitched deep inside, the perfectness of the sensation almost unbearable to him. Feliciano’s body was trembling violently beneath his own, his hole fluttering, squeezing like it wanted to rip the climax from him.

Feliciano cried out again, louder this time, his head thrown back. “Ludwig—I’m—ah, God— ‘m gonna—” His words disintegrated into sobs as his cock spasmed, ropes of cum spilling hot between their bodies, streaking both their skin. His hole clamped down in time with each pulse, milking Ludwig mercilessly.

That was it.

Ludwig’s vision went white. His hips slammed forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt, his cock jerking violently inside Feliciano’s gripping heat. He came with a guttural moan, muffled only by the desperate press of his mouth against Feliciano’s shoulder. Thick, hot ropes of cum spilled deep inside, the force of it shooting violent shudders throughout his entire body.

They clung to each other, trembling, gasping for air. The world returned slowly, the sting of cold sweat, the bite of damp earth, the faint sound of soldiers still patrolling in the distance. Ludwig’s heart hammered in his chest, each beat loud as a drum.

He collapsed forward, still buried deep inside, his body caging Feliciano’s limp, pleasure-shaken body. Feliciano’s arms wrapped around him weakly, his lips brushing Ludwig’s ear, whispering broken fragments of words.

“…I didn’t…” he mumbled, “I didn’t want to stop… didn’t want you to stop… I needed you so, so badly…”

Ludwig’s throat battled to build up his words, his voice hoarse and thoroughly spent. “You’re insane,” he muttered, but the words carried no malice, only exhaustion and honesty. He pressed a shaking kiss into Feliciano’s damp curls. “Utterly insane. And I still let you drag me into it.”

Feliciano smiled back faintly, his eyes glazed over, drunk with bliss. His legs shifted weakly around Ludwig’s hips, keeping him tethered inside. “You didn’t stop,” he whispered, smiling almost smugly through his tiredness.

Ludwig rolled his eyes, a mix of frustration and reluctant truth. “…No, you’re right. I didn’t.”

He held him tighter, his chest still heaving with the attempt to catch his breath, every single nerve in his body set aflame with aftershocks. He tipped his head and bit down on Feliciano’s shoulder, earning himself a squeal of surprise from the other man.