Something rode down the streets of your back, over the hills of your breasts, and to the destination of your lips. The several lashes that something had tickled your lips. But, when you tried to move while chuckling, you couldn't. Something bonded your ankles and wrists down. You tried rolling your shoulders and pulling your legs up. Nothing seemed to break the bond. The object was placed against your stomach and it made your laughter grow harder. It felt sort like a mop, with many strings or something on it. It traveled down, to the flower field.
Something brushed against your lips, trying to enter your mouth. You opened it and it entered. You bit down and it's flavor exploded. It was a grape and it had a huge, sweet, tart ego.
Something was clamped to the peak of both of your mountains. They were being tugged towards the sky, electricity dispersing within. They started to grow numb and you couldn't feel much within them.
The gardener's hand entered the garden, skillfully tending to the flowers. You moaned; the pleasure was overpowering you. You felt the skies rain and the flowers ended up covered in dew.
“Shhhhhhh,” The gardener whispered. “Hush darling. Your voice is not necessary here.”
Another object entered your mouth. This one was spherical and left your mouth uncomfortably open. You tried to complain, but the only thing that came out were strange mumbles.
“Stay silent. All we need here is physical interaction. No speaking.”
The snake entered the garden, injecting it's poison into the flowers. The flowers dripped with it's toxins. But, the flowers didn't die, no. More flowers bloomed
You opened your eyes wide open, being released from your strange dream. It was a sex dream, starring Ludwig and you, but the weird part was, you didn't see him. You must have been blindfolded, but a different scene rolled. It took place first on a mountainous road, which led to a house that had a garden. The gardener tended his garden and a snake poisoned the flowers, but actually helped them flourish more. As you watched this unfurl, you felt Ludwig's touch, which was perfectly in sync with different scenes. You could hear his voice and feel his touch, but that movie was the only thing in your sight. The dream seemed like a unusual, meaningless reverie, but curiously, at the same time, there seemed to be more.
You rolled over and peeked at Ludwig. His normally frowning face was contempt. It was a rare sight, but also very wonderful.
Somewhere, in the distance, a bird was tweeting a song. It was a charitable sound to hear, opposed to Roderich’s ‘sometimes not so’ gratuitous piano practice or the sound of Gilbert screeching. Perhaps this apartment setup wasn’t so lousy.
You stood up and immediately felt a sting on your bottom. You tiptoed to the bathroom and turned around. On your bottom, were red lashes from your ‘punishment', the other night. Some were curved lines, while others met and formed ‘X’s. You shrugged it off as nothing, because:
A) It wasn't permanent.
B) There was far more severe markings to come
C) They were sorta badass; like war scars.
You headed back in Ludwig’s room and he was still dead asleep. Figures, since you only left for less than five minutes.
You crept back in the bed, trying to fall back asleep. But, you just went weary anymore. You sighed, pressing your face in the pillow.
You could have sworn you heard a snake hiss. You sat straight up, your eyes wide with fear. But, there was no way there was a snake in an apartment in the city. Ludwig rose up next to you, his face wearing a mask of concern.
“What's the matter (F/N)?” He questioned.
You shook your head, unsure of what was honestly getting to you.
He draped his built arms around your waist and hoisted you up onto his laps. He kissed your ear. “What's wrong darling?”
“I had a weird dream. There was a snake in it and I thought I heard a snake.” You admitted. “I don't know what my actual problem is though. I'm freaked out though.”
He stroked your hair, whispering in your ear that it was okay repeatedly. His smooth, deep voice was soothing and was starting to dim down your bad feeling. You laid your head on his chest, shutting your eyes.
He stamped kisses on each of your cheeks and then down your neck. His lips then pecked lower and lower on your arm, until the finally were pressed your fingers. “Miss (F/N), you'll be okay. It was just a nightmare. And, as long as I'm by your side, nothing will ever hurt you.”
“Well, I feel so much better.” You beamed, nuzzling your face into his warm chest. “You're the best master ever Sir.”
He chuckled, kissing the top of your head. “I wouldn't say best. I'm not strict enough with you.”
“Yes, but I love that about you.”
“And, there are many more things I love about you (F/N).”
The room went still and no one spoke for several minutes. No, neither of you said the three special words, but the 'L word' slipped out in a maybe too affectionate way. Especially for an affair. You had to jump subjects, rapidly.
“So, what are we doing today?”
He pressed his finger against his lip, deep in thought. Than, he shrugged. “I honestly didn't plan anything. If there's something you want to do though (F/N), I can make it happen.”
You were about to tell him you didn't have the slightest clue, when the doorbell chimed. Ludwig stood up and was about to get it, but you interrupted.
“Sir, in our household rules, unless I'm naked, I'm supposed to check the door.” You pointed out, biting your lip. “And, I'm fully clothed.”
He smirked, seating himself. “Enlighten yourself Miss (L/N).”
You winked and stood up, skipping out of the room, to the door. You opened it, to reveal Gilbert, Francis, and Antonio.
“Hey Ludwig, you brother and his whores are here!” You shouted.
“Hey! I'm not a whore! That's Francis!” Antonio pointed towards the blonde Frenchman. Francis flipped his hair in his direction. It either stated, “I don't what you think, I'm fabulous” or “Long hair, don't care”.
“Tell them to leave!” Ludwig yelled from the bedroom.
“That was so mean to your big brother!” Gilbert fake sobbed into hands. “I thought what we had was...special.”
Ludwid entered the den, drawing you into his arms. He brushed his fingers through your hair. “Look guys, (F/N) and I came here for privacy.
In a chorus, all three of them crooned “Awwwww.”
Ludwig rolled his eyes. “You still don't get it. I was asking you to leave.”
“I don't think you get that we really don't care.” Gilbert smirked.
“Why are you guys even here?” Ludwig raised an eyebrow.
“Well, we figured (F/N) would get bored with you and wish for something better to do.” Francis explained. “Alfred invited everyone to go to this intriguing event that the fair is hosting tonight.”
“I doubt (F/N) really would want to go to the a childish event like the-”
“The fair?” You wondered curiously, interrupting Ludwig. “What kind of event is it exactly Francis?”
“I thought it sounded pretty cool. The fair is holding an adult fair, where the only allow people 18 and older and they sell beer and it has much more a more risque theme to it.” Antonio explained. “It's like the fair, only fun and sexy.”
“What do you think Ludwig?” You peered over at him, batting your eyelashes. Considering the fact nothing was going to happen otherwise today, you really wanted to go. “I think it sounds different.”
“I think it sounds like trouble,” He snarled. “Especially, with those three there.”
“It's a sexuality fair! Everyone there will be sexual!” Gilbert pointed out.
“Except, maybe we'll be a little bit more so.” Francis added.
“And, aren't you into like, kinky shit anyway West?”
Ludwig immediately froze. “I so am n-not! I'm a d-d-dignified man.”
Gilbert scoffed. “Ludwig, we all know you're like into that Fifty Shades of Gay stuff, like domestic abuse and anal sex.”
He facepalmed. “Domestic violence is so not an aspect. I'd never hurt anyone...unless they deserved it. And, I never would gain sexual pleasure from it.”
“HAAAAAA GOTCHA.” Gilbert grinned. “I just got you to fess up.”
Ludwig clenched his fists. “In fact, I think there is someone who deserves a little bit of pain today.”
“Does that turn you on?”
“NO it doesn't.”
“I can like, see your boner. There is no reason to be ashamed West.”
“Shut the fuck up Gilbert.”
“Stop it you two!” Antonio jumped in between them. “Stop fighting! I don't like it when you fight and I'm sure it hurts (F/N)'s feelings! Also Ludwig is really scary when he's mad and I really don't want someone to die! So, stop! Please? PLEASE?”
“We're already done.” Gilbert laughed, throwing his arm around Ludwig. “We were just joking around. Right West?”
“I'd punch you if I didn't have any self control.”
“Hey guys, can we like stop and just finalize whether or not we are going Ludwig?” You suggested. “Because, personally, I think we should, because I'm really bored.”
“Whatever you want darling.”
“Yay!” You cheered, embracing him. “Thank you.”
“AWWWW HE CALLED HER DARLING! THAT'S SO CUTE!” Antonio's eyes filled with adorement. “Did you hear that Gilbert?”
Gilbert grinned. “Mhm.” He wiped a fake tear from his eye. “My little brother is becoming a man guys.”
“I have always been more of a man than you'll ever be.” Ludwig derided.
“Come on. Let's go before you two start World War III.” Francis cackled.
“Not funny.” Ludwig glared.
“LET'S PARTY LIKE IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD.” Antonio hollered.
“Isn't the party like, late tonight though?” Ludwig questioned. “Because, it's only morning time everyone.”
“Well, that's a pretty valid point.” Gilbert frowned. “Damn.”
“Why don't you guys just relax and get ready and we'll be back at 7:30 PM? Sound good?” Francis put forward.
“Sounds great!” You chirped. “We'll see you later tonight!”
“Goodbye!” They all said in chorus, blowing kisses before they exited.
“They are literally so lame that it hurts.” Ludwig sighed.
The lights of the fair were vivid and lively and the scent of kettle corn and funnel cakes were dizzying and tantalizing. The Ferris wheel stood at a proud, colossal height. There were screams from thrill rides and the happy chimes of the carousel. It was the details your remember from the fair when you were really little. But, this festival was definitely not the same fair from when you were young.
Where the games used to be was replaced with vendors who sold various sex related items. Some stands could brag that the sold 'glow-in-the dark, vanilla flavored' condoms. Others sold luxury sex toys, made of gold, crystals, and expensive leathers. There were several BDSM stands scattered around and you felt a knowing smile crease onto your lips.
Instead of puppet shows and animal shows for entertainment, the attendees were beguiled with erotic dancers, striptease shows, sex themed humor from comedians, and demonstration shows. There were also closed in tents, with titles like, “Erotic Massages”, “Bikini Contest”, “Truth or Dare,” and “Genital Piercings”.
But, the adults ministranting the event were even stranger than the stands.
Women had collars on their necks and men held their leashes, guiding them through the fair like a disobedient child. Others were handcuffed to their Master and some wore straightjackets.
Some women wore the skankiest of clothing. One blonde bimbo wore a white crop top that tied in the front, revealing her massive cleavage. Her plaid school girl skirt, which had garters and white, see-through leggings, revealed that she was indeed not wearing underwear. Another only wore tape on her nipples, forming crosses, a black lace thong, and latex boots. You felt very out of place, dressed in a black tea dress covered in red hearts that had a red ribbon at your waist. Your shoes weren't sexy pumps or boots, but rather, red, Dorthy flats and your hair wasn't huge and curly, but rather up in a bun. But, you were grateful for your appropriate dress, because the only man here you planned to have sex with, was Ludwig.
Before you could really 'enjoy' the fair, you had to follow Gilbert to meet up with some guy who went by Alfred and his crew.
“Yo! Gilbert!” The most stereotypically, American voice greeted him.
“Hey Alfred!” Gilbert flashed his teeth, doing some manly handshake with him.
Alfred turned out to be a tall, honey blonde male with a cowlick and eye blue like the sky. He wore a black, white, and red jock jacket, with an obnoxious ruby A on his breast and he wore red visual glasses. He finished the outfit with white jeans and red, beat up Converse.
“Who's this babe?” He pointed to you.
“That's Ludwig's girlfriend (F/N).” Francis informed him. “Yeah, shocker of the day: Ludwig has a girlfriend.”
He stuck his fist out and you fist bumped yours to his. “So, you ready to have an awesome night?”
You giggled. Alfred seemed actually moderately cool. “Hell yeah.”
“She's really freaking awesome.” Alfred grinned. “Why is she dating someone so boring and miserable like Ludwig?”
“Rude!” You giggled. “I think he's anything but boring and miserable.”
Ludwig sent you a loving glance, making your heart stop. You simpered back.
“Where are the others Alfred?” Francis interrupted.
“Well, I know that Arthur and Ivan are probably both already drinking. Maybe some others are too.” Alfred shrugged. “We already know how much Kiku hates drinking, so he's probably at the tentacle porn stand or something and Yao is probably watching him with binoculars, to research for that awful manga he' s writing that will never be published.”
“Is this a normal occurrence for everyone?” You sheepishly asked.
Alfred nodded. “Definitely. Just like how I'm the hero everyday, Kiku and Ludwig have weird fetishes, England gets drunk and twerks, Ivan gets drunk and twerks while murdering people, Feliciano and Lovino get stalked by Antonio, Gilbert pretends he's the hero, and Francis buttfucks everyone and Yao draws pictures of all of this unwinding.”
“Hey, I don't always have anal intercourse!” Francis testified.
Alfred, we all know I'm better than you.” Gilbert added. “I am the awesome one.”
“I do stalk Lovi and Feli, but that's because they are so cute~” Antonio purred.
“Ah. That's...different.” You peered over at Ludwig and he shrugged.
“What are you (F/N)?” You noticed the twinkle in Alfred's eyes and made a mental note that he may have a teensy crush on you. Perhaps you had to make it clear you were Ludwig's....
“I'm the only one who deals with Ludwig's kinky, sexual needs.” You grinned.
You felt a hard sting against your bottom. Ludwig just spanked you! Right in front of his friends. Didn't he want to avoid everyone knowing his dirty, little secret?
“DAMMIT LUDWIG LOST HIS VIRGINITY BEFORE ME!” Alfred cursed. “And, to a really beautiful woman too.”
“They tried to make me go to rehab, but I said 'No, no, no','” A booming, British voice caroled. “Yes, I've been black, but when I come back you'll know, know, know!”
Everyone turned their heads towards the noise. A dapper, blonde male with striking emerald eyes was skipping in wearing only a black waiter pouch/belt/skirt and a white collar, complete with a black bow tie and white cuffs. He headed over towards all of you and halted in front of Alfred.
“What did I hear about your virginity Alfred?” Arthur interrogated, giggling. “You did tell them its mine right?”
“Why are you such a dick to me? I love you Alfred.”
“Who's this?” You wondered.
“Oh honey, it doesn't matter who I am. I'm just that legless, almost starkers bloke.” He laughed, almost falling over. “Who's this fit lady Alfred?”
“That's my girlfriend (F/N) (L/N).” Ludwig growled through clenched teeth.
“You mad bro?” Gilbert smirked.
“Wow, she is a lovely lady, but she throws a spanner in the works when it comes to the men she dates.” He raised his eyebrows. “That's complete tosh.”
“Hey guys, I know Arthur's completely hammer drunk and he becomes kind of a dick when he's like that, but let's try not to fight.” Antonio begged.
“I'm not pissed at all Antonio!” Arthur spat. “You're telling porkies.”
“Ugh, Ludwig, can please break away from them now?” You whispered in his ear. “I can't stand drunks, let alone Arthur when he's drunk.”
“Anything for you darling.” He replied. He faced everyone and announced, “(F/N) and I are going to split away from everyone else now. If Feliciano or Kiku wants me, tell them I'm with her, but there welcomed to join.”
“Are you guys sneaking away to have some jolly, ole 'How's your father'?” Arthur winked at you, making you cringe. People could get so nasty when they were intoxicated.
“Use protection!” Gilbert snickered.
“Unless you like babies!” Francis smiled.
“I like children...” Antonio mumbled.
“We know you do...” Francis patted his back.
“I hate you all.” Ludwig sneered as he took your hand into his warm hand and the two of you departed.
“Pip pip! Get stuffed!” Arthur waved goodbye.
“What's he like when he's not drunk out of his mind?” You wondered as soon as you were out of hearing range.
“Still a complete asshole, but intelligent and dignified.”
The two of you walked through the fair, people watching.
“There are a lot of BDSM affiliated people here Master.” You noticed.
“Hm.” Ludwig nodded. “Yeah, but your the prettiest Sub. And, you have good taste. I wouldn't say I'm a good Master, but I mean, if all of these Dominants had a Sub like you, I bet they wouldn't either.”
“What should we do while we're here anyway Sir?”
“Check out their merchandise, talk to other Master's, and whatever you'd like.”
Other...Masters? That sounded slightly intimidating. You knew you were kind of a lame Submissive and you didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of all these experienced BDSM members.
“Now, nobody will identify you as a Sub unless we adjust a few things.”
“I don't have to wear a leash, do I Sir?”
“No, that's ridiculous. You know that I own dogs, but I'd never fuck them.”
“So, what will I have to do Sir?”
“I think I'll just buy you distinguishing jewelery and you can wear handcuffs. Deal?”
“That works Sir.”
“Luckily, unlike the other tasteless sluts here, you look really innocent in your tea dress. Very innocent and unexpected. Have you noticed the looks all these men have been giving to you?”
You shook your head. “No Sir.”
“Well they are. They can't keep their damned eyes off you Miss (L/N). Even the ones with Subs. You radiate innocence and beauty.”
You blushed. “Thank you Sir.”
“Now, let's buy my lovely lady some jewelry.”
The two of you stopped at a stand titled simply “Yours”. It sold exquisite silver and gold handcuffs and jewelery.
“Hello,” The vendor welcomed you. “How may I help you?”
“Well, my Sub and I are just looking for some distinguishing jewelry, so others members can identify us.” Ludwig explained.
“Well, you probably would want a choker. All our chokers are handmade and every single one is vastly unique.” He suggested.
Ludwig examined the chokers through glass. Every single one was stunning; some adorned with chains, other with complicated and meticulous designs bared onto them. Some had roses, some were linked by handcuffs.
“I don't wish to associate you with any roses. I don't want any detail of our relationship to represent Francis. Handcuffs are too obvious.” Ludwig commented. “What about a choker with a lock on it and real keys? This one is lovely.”
The locket was the loveliest one you have ever set your eyes on. It had diamonds and black gems decorating the front and the sides had words and sentences in several lanugauges, like “Mina” and “Submissive” written all around. There were two layers of chains that connected to the choker on each side; one black and one silver. The choker was held by red satin.
“Would you like to try it on?” The vendor already started removing it from the glass container.
Ludwig took it and came up behind you. He lifted up your hair and wrapped the satin around your neck, tightening it in the back. He dropped your hair and the salesman lifted up a mirror.
The choker hugged your neck perfectly, the gems sparkling from the fair lights, along with your eyes.
“You look flawless in that dear.” He gently planted a kiss on your cheek. “We'll take this one, along with some handcuffs.”
“Okay Sir, that'll be 820 dollars upfront.” He announced, making you shrink.
Why did Ludwig always purchase such expensive things for you, even though you owed him? It didn't click.
Ludwig gave him the money and grasped the handcuffs, securing your left arm to his right. “There. Now you look like my good, little Slut.”
“Are we going to meet others now Master?” You wished not, but he wanted to and he was your Lord, so of course you'd serve.
“Yes. Let me find a BDSM group.”
He bolted away and the handcuff dragged you towards him. He lead you to a tent titled lamely, “Yes Sir”. The entrance to the tent even had someone manning it.
“What is this, a cult?” You thought to yourself, rolling your eyes.
The guard noticed your shiny new apparel and allowed the two of you in.
Inside, there was large arrangement of people. Some Masters had multiple Subs; some were female Master with male Subs. Some wore latex; others wore leather and some wore little to nothing at all. Some were engaged in conversation, others had too much in their mouths for conversation.
Ludwig spoke to several Masters and you and the Subs would usually just stand there, unless your Masters wanted you to speak. They discussed punishments and as the other Master spoke, you felt very grateful that Ludwig wasn't that strict.
However, the final Dominant that came over was different than the rest. A hugely built Spanish man, with a beard came over to you two, his blonde
Sub being led by her leash.
“I've never seen you two here before,” He apprised. “Welcome to 'Yes Sir'. I'm Santiago Meredia.”
“I'm Ludwig,” Ludwig introduced, shaking hands with the man.
“What a lovely Sub you have. Does she have a name?”
“What a beautiful name. Does she listen to your commands well?”
“No, not really. This is her first time being exposed to this kind of lifestyle.”
“No wonder she's so innocent. I bet it's a beautiful sight after her punishment.”
“Yes. She turns very vibrant red when she's sore. It's a lovely shade.”
“Are you interested in trading Subs when you're done?”
Ludwig finally took one tiny glance at the other girl. “No. She won't serve anyone else. She is mine. I don't want your Submissive either. Not my type.”
The other man flinched and his Sub sent you the dirtiest grimace. This whole time, she had been eying your stunning choker with envy and admiring Ludwig. When he rejected the both of them, she probably felt very insulted, since both her Master and Ludwig wanted you more. They both left without another word.
“That was an example of a bad Master. Had no respect for his Sub at all. He seemed to be just a horny asshole.” Ludwig sighed. “Both sides need respect and power, or it'll never work out.”
“You're a spectacular Master Sir.” You kissed his cheek. “I...love you.”
He widened his eyes. “(F/N), you can't love me. You have Daniel. I'm just the lawyer you're fucking to pay for a court case for Daniel.”
“I know it's confusing. It's been confusing since the day we met Ludwig. You're intriguing and intimidating, yet compassionate. I don't know how to explain it, but ever since we met, I regret knowing Daniel before. I wish things were easier, but I still love Daniel and I love you, but I'm engaged to Daniel. If I wasn't bound to him by a ring, I'd leave him and be yours.”
His hand gently clasped your cheek, as his other removed your handcuff. He gently kissed your lips. “Come on, this is no place for us to be right now. Let's go on the Ferris Wheel. I'm in a romance mood, not a kinky romance mood.”
He hoisted you into his arms, bridal style, and the two of you escaped the dungeon, giggling.
The two of you arrived to the Ferris wheel, which had a massive line. While in line, the two of you flirted like crazy, holding hands and kissing all over. If this was an average fair day, you two would probably be kicked out, but on this day, women were giving blowjobs in clear sight and nudity was everywhere.
Eventually, you reached the front and entered your seat on Ferris Wheel. The ride started, and the two of you were lifted into the sky, in your own private pod.
Your eyes met and you both smirked. You bit your lip, grazing your fingers up your legs. His eyes watched and admired your actions. He looked ready to leap on you at any moment, but he was restraining himself since the two of you were in public. And, that was no fun.
You removed your phone from your pocket and searched through it, hitting play on a Michael Buble cover of “Moondance”. You pulled your dress from over your head, shoving it under your seat in a fashion that it wouldn't fly away in. Underneath, you had actually been wearing a black thong and a lacey black, pushup bra, so you were looking your sexiest.
Ludwig raised an eyebrow, but his smirk indicated his approval. “A striptease on top of a Ferris Wheel? That's different.”
You winked. You slow and seductively strutted towards him. Just as he was about to bring you into his arms, you turned and strided away. You felt his eyes watching your butt move up and down and flushed slightly. You turned again and faced him. Your fingers gently stroked up your legs and traced your hips bones. They tugged down a bit on your underwear, revealing a bit more skin. They walked up your waist and your groped your breasts. As your ran your fingers against your neck and collarbones, your ripped your bun out and you whipped your hair with the wind. You arched your back as your removed lowered your bra straps and unclasped it,cupping your boobs. You met eyes with him and his eyes looked desperate and sexually tense. You licked your lips and put your hands on your knees, rolling your butt at him. You gradually lowered your self, sensually rolling your hips. You sat with your legs wide open. You slipped your fingers into your panties and stuck one up, slowly thrusting it in out. You loudly moaned, your chin facing the sky. Then, you got up, one leg at a time. You dropped your panties, stepping out of them and throwing them off of the ride. There you stood, on top of a Ferris Wheel, completely in the nude. You didn't feel one bit ashamed though. You felt free and proud.
You marched towards him, climbing on him and straddling him. He immediately oscillated you, his tongue hungrily interacting with yours. His hands tugged at your hair and his pelvis was already thrusting at towards you.
You stopped the kiss, just gazing in eyes. He tried to kiss you again, but you blocked his kiss with your hand. “Baby, what's the magic word?” You breathed out in your most sultry voice.
“Please?” He mumbled desperately, his voice deeper and more raspy.
You let your lips meet his neck, sucking hard on it as your unbuttoned his shirt. As your peeled it off, your hands caressed his smooth, sinewy chest. Your lips left as you got his shirt off and admired the view for a bit. His neck had a light purple bruise, from you. You kissed his chest and your tongue circled his nipples, giving each one a tiny nip. He groaned and you could feel him grow harder and larger against you. His pants easily unbuttoned and you dragged them down to his knees. You wrapped your hands around his dick and started to masturbate him. His breaths grew faster and he kept thrusting harder and harder into your hand. You let go and got on top of him fully, inserting his erection into. Each of his thrusts met yours perfectly. You felt how much he ached for you in each thrust and you made sure he acknowledged how much you pined for him. His hands trailed to your bottom and gave it a tight squeeze. As he massaged your butt, his lips lead to your breasts now, sucking hard on them. You felt the sensation from his touch engulf you in this mindless state. You tried to mumble 'more' but whatever came out of your mouth sounded like Egyptian. Your felt your breathing speed and you screamed in pleasure as your orgasm squirted out. He soon followed, his deep moan candy to your ears. He held you in his arms and your noses met, along with your eyes. After glancing at eachother lovingly for what seemed like forever, the both of started to chuckle. First, very softly, until it was an uproar, that hurt your chest. The ride stopped and the giggling grew even louder.
The doors to your guys seats opened and both of you gasped. It was Lovino, Kiku, and Feliciano. All three of them looked very astonished at first. Then, Lovino turned red, Kiku turned white, and Feliciano laughed.
“Aw, you two couldn't wait. Let me clothes the door for you, so you two can get dressed.” And with that said, Feliciano slammed the door.
It was silent as the two of you slipped your clothing on, but you matched gazes and burst out laughing again and again,until after centuries later, you were clothed again.
As you exited, Lovino glowered at you two.
“I swear to God, if that damned potato bastard got his nasty fucking jizz on my seat, I'll go find Ivan and Arthur and have them twerk on them and Ivan can murder him after.” Lovino growled.
Kiku didn't even have words. His eyes were still wide as he entered the ride.
And Feliciano entered last. “You two should stay for one more ride.
And, as the ride started again, Feliciano looked both of your straight in the eye and casually remarked, “Ludwig, you have a really big dick.”