happened to be in the middle of a business meeting when his phone went off. Needless to say, the picture texts he received were NOT worksafe
, Frankreich, damn it.
Francis
thinks
he should have expected it, really. So is that a yes? You know you want some of this. Have some more photo texts.
's phone can't handre so many photo texts at once and promptly freezes right after he gets a lengthy swear-filled text sent back. And right
as that charming ballbuster of a woman stops to ask how he's fairings. Verdammt.
really isn't bothered by this. Maybe more amused than anything. He figures if he keeps sending them, Ludwig will really make him *pay*-
for it, and mon dieu, he'd just *love* that.
excuses himself to the bathroom after a very awkward conversation, during which he blames the Italians so the poor woman just nods in-
understanding. He has to pop the battery out to restart his phone, but once it's back in and on, he dials Francis' number.
glances at his phone once it starts ringing. It's in his hand still, but even then, he lets it ring a few times before answering in a -
rather cheery tone, as if he hadn't just texted all of that to him. "Allô, Ludwig."
Ludwig
is
seething of course, so his english may be a little hard to understand. "I am going to kill you." Without so much as a hello too.
Francis
is
still a bit amused, really. "That's not a very nice thing to do. I would have thought you'd enjoy the photos I sent. Did you see-
the one I took of me licking that dildo? It turned out nicely."
grits his teeth. "Yes, I saw it. And so did the chancellor."
bites his lip a moment, wondering briefly if this means he'll be in trouble with *his* boss. "You liked it so much you showed her?"
makes an effort not to shout, but he's still loud enough that his voice echoes off the walls. "I didn't show her. I was in a meeting. She
came up to speak to me. Do you have nothing better to do with your time?"
lounges back on his couch. "I was unaware that there are better things to do." He pauses. "Do you want to tie me up?"
rubs that one particular spot on his forehea that seems to start aching whenever the voice on the other line is French. "I want to punch you
in the throat."
rather likes trying to antagonise him. "...Well, I suppose you can do that, as long as you don't get my face."
doesn't realize he's playing right into this. "When I'm finished with you, your face will be the least of your concerns."
"Oh, really? That's good. I want you to punish me *hard*. That ordeal must have been *mortifying*. Make me pay for it."
scowls and excuses himself from the restroom as several people enter. "I plan on it."
Francis
has
to suppress a small happy noise so he doesn't ruin this mood. "Come do it then."
Ludwig
has
to lower his voice in the hallway but still manages to sound just as angry. "I am not riding that damn train eight hours just to teach
you a lesson."
twirls his hair and looks up at the ceiling. "You could take a plane. That's what, two hours?"
hangs up on him.
stares at his phone. Well, that was anticlimatic.
isn't getting on a damn plane unless you're paying for your own ass-beating.
Francis
thinks
it'd be worth it so he will. He just won't go to the airport to pick him up. Just to be more troublesome.
Ludwig
will
have to be persuaded, you know. Or annoyed enough.
could email some photos to some of the people who work in his office? That information isn't hard to find, you know. How's that?
doesn't think he's stupid enough to try that.
Francis
is
by no means stupid. But he just may be willing to see how far he can push Ludwig.
can't guarantee it won't end up worse than what he got it last time if he tries some shit like that.
Francis
thinks
it should be rather obvious that he doesn't mind that. ...Oh, you know what's even better than just emailing those photos? Photoshopping-
them first.
...is leaving work now, verdammt.
...and coming here?
Ludwig
is
*going home*.
could go over there...
Ludwig
will
meet him at the door with ropes if he tries that today.
...that'll save him the trouble of having to explain why he's bringing his own to airport personnel!
....is embarrassed *for* him.
isn't at all! It'll be a great story later. At least...the other stuff isn't so much of a violation.
recommends he stay right there in France today. And probably the next few days or however long it takes him to cool off.
....too late.
doesn't feel inclined to do something stupid to stop the plane from lifting off.
doesn't know this and is planning on going about his normal evening routine in peace.
Francis
is
apparently going to ruin that evening routine. But hey, at least he knocks on the front door.
Ludwig
is
actually in the kitchen about to start dinner when he hears the knock. Sighing, he turns the burner off and heads for the door, not-
bothering to check out the little side window panel first to see who it is. ...naturally as soon as the door opens, he wishes he had.-
"You have *got* to be kidding me."
offers him a little smile and wave. "You could at least pretend to be happy to see me." However, he's not dumb enough to just try to-
force himself inside. He'll just stand at the doorstep and keep talking until Ludwig either slams the door in his face or something else.
Ludwig
is
actually surprised he showed up wearing clothes. Hopefully they aren't expensive - just seeing Francis smile like that *irritates* him-
enough that he grabs him by the shirtfront and drags him inside, kicking the door shut behind them. Instead of letting go he holds on-
tighter. "I'm not that good of an actor."
always wears expensive clothing, but at least he decided to wear clothes that he doesn't really care if they get stretched out or worse. -
Despite Ludwig's obvious irritation, he still reaches up and runs his fingertips over the other's hand. "Well now you're certainly fooling-
me. You pulled me in so quickly, you must truly be thrilled I'm here."
jerks him hard, using both hands to nearly lift him off his feet in bringing him closer. Surely that look can't be mistaken for *thrilled*.
"After what you pulled today? Do you know what sort of *shit*storm you could have caused had anyone seen those pictures in close detail?!"
grabs at his wrists out of instinct but doesn't try pulling away. Perhaps he looks thrilled in the sense that Francis wants him pissed. -
"It's just as much your fault as mine. It's not like you had to check your texts right then. *Especially* if you were in a meeting. That's-
bad form."
shakes him roughly once. "I always check my texts because only Gilbert and Feliciano text me, and only in emergency situations!" Well, that
Ludwig
was
what he *told* them to do. Neither listened; he constantly got horribly spelled messages from Gilbert about porn and other idiotic
things. Like grocery lists.
fights against the shaking just a little. "Well, you could see that it's from me before it's opened. So it's still your fault."
shoves him away. Whether he lands up against the wall, on his ass or doesn't go down at all depends entirely on his grace or lack thereof.-
"It is *not* because you shouldn't be sending me such disgusting pictures! What if our cell phones are monitored? You want this to get out?-
" There now. He's completely pissed off enough to start storming off.
almost missteps but manages to keep himself from falling down. He ought to really just stop the conversation where it's at, but he didn't -
come all this way to only be yelled at. "They weren't *disgusting* and you know that. And so what? It's not like it falls back on you if-
those got out. You didn't send them."
blushes so intensely that even the back of his neck lights up red. But that gets him to stop at least, somewhere in the vicinity of the-
stairs and the entryway closet on the opposite wall. "They were on *my phone*, Frankreich. Of course it would fall back on me! Our-
politics are strained at best and yet you send me pictures of you...you..." Doing things that fluster him so much he can only communicate-
through handwaves. Damn Italians...
simply shrugs. "Politics and personal stuff is separate to a small degree but if anyone saw it it's just proof that we're getting along -
well. That could actually help politics."
's expression drops, but not towards the positive. Rather, it's slack-jawed disbelief that Francis could suggest such a thing. "You will-
go to any means to defend fucking around with someone, won't you?" If anything, this just enrages him further.
isn't sure how to reply just yet. "You're blowing this out of proportion. I just thought you'd like those photos."
generally blows most things out of proportion when he gets angry enough. He *is* rational, usually, but this embarrassed him too. And he-
isn't sure just what he would do if it became common knowledge that he frequently slept with Francis. "I am not! This is..this is exactly-
in proportion!" Just like grabbing him and forcing him up against the wall next to the closet is a perfectly rational reaction. "Do you-
*want* to piss me off?"
isn't sure what he'd do if certain people found that out either, but he hasn't thought of this at all. He's too caught up in this. -
Due to the collision of his shoulders and the wall, it takes a moment to reply. "I told you earlier what I want."
isn't in any mind to make this enjoyable for him, but sure, he'll oblige. All he has to do is reach right into that closet to find something
to bind his wrists with. Like that leather belt. Francis' needs to be front-first against the wall though. Better fix that first.
almost grins when he's forced to become well acquainted with the wall. He's compliant, of course, and even tugs a little to-
make sure he's securely bound.
Ludwig
will
pull that belt tight enough to cut circulation off, that way he can use it to jerk Francis back and slam him to floor.
falls to the floor hard. It's not like he can break his fall like this. But at least he managed to avoid ramming his nose on the floor.
falls to the floor hard. It's not like he can break his fall like this. But at least he managed to avoid ramming his nose on the floor.
puts his foot between Francis' shoulderblades and pulls his arms up and back. "I hope you remember what happened last time. Consider that
pleasant."
Francis
is
flexible, but not so much like this. He bites the inside of his cheek to try to keep from groaning. "Bring it."
pulls harder, heel grinding down against Francis' spine. In another moment he'll haul him off the floor and drag him up the stairs by-
his fucking hair--...or he would, were there not another person standing in the foyer watching them. In only his boxers, holding a bowl of-
cereal with the spoon hanging out of his mouth, Gilbert really makes quite the spectator.
swears under his breath and tries to shift vainly to get that heel elsewhere. Considering his position, it shouldn't be a surprise -
swears under his breath and tries to shift vainly to get that heel elsewhere. Considering his position, it shouldn't be a surprise -
that he has yet to notice Gilbert. He probably won't, unless he ends up speaking.
hasn't moved an inch since he spotted Gilbert. But if it's causing Francis a good deal of pain, well...not his top concern. At least-
Gilbert isn't throwing that bowl at either of them just yet.
isn't about to throw anything. He pulls the spoon out of his mouth and smirks. "You two sure have some fuckin' odd ways of hashin' out-
political debates."
turns his head toward the direction he hears Gilbert's voice and just *stares*, ignoring the pain for the moment. "...Yeah. We're -
discussing...policies concerning immigration."
draws up alongside Ludwig and looks down at Francis, head cocked. "Mhm. Tryin' to dump your Roma on us, are ya?"
sets his head on the floor. It's easier doing that than trying to hold it up to look around. "They aren't mine."
nudges him in the side with his foot. "Ain't ours either. But we alread been through all that, huh?" Here he stops, because the look on-
Ludwig's face is fucking *murderous*. "How come he's got you all tied up, *Frankreich*?"
would shrug, but he's not even going to try to attempt that in this position. "You know how he is. Takes everything way too seriously and -
flips out." He's quite aware that's not a direct answer.
decides now is a great time to get Francis on his feet again, and as painfully as possible too. "Quiet."
swears some more. It hurts, yes, but he's had it much worse so the pain isn't crippling. "You going to gag me if I don't?"
doesn't give Ludwig a chance to answer. He grabs Francis' chin with his free hand and tilts his head up, smirking. "With several things."-
This has nothing to do with him, but damn if Francis doesn't look hot restrained like that.
tries to jerk his chin out from Gilbert's hand so he can try nipping at whatever he can get his mouth on. "What sort of things? Thick,-
hard things that'll hit the back of my throat?"
digs his fingers in at the same time Ludwig jerks on his wrists. "Nothin' you'll like. He looks pretty fuckin' pissed."
frowns, but doesn't jerk his head after that. He doesn't want skin getting scraped there. "He's the one who let himself get so mad."
propels Francis forward so suddenly that Gilbert has to do a quick shuffle back out of the way. "He has intentionally been pushing-
me today. He deserves this." They're aiming for the stairs, by the way, Gilbert trailing along behind.
stumbles again, and it's a goddamn miracle that he doesn't ram his teeth into the edge of the stairs when he inevitably trips. "It's not-
like there was much choice."
doesn't try too hard to catch him or give him an opportunity to catch his balance properly before dragging him on up toward the bedroom.-
At least he'll get tossed onto the bed once they get there. "What the hell is that supposed to-" That's cut short thanks to Gilbert-
latching on to his arm, leaning up to mutter something. ...something that Ludwig planned on doing anyway, but to save face, he'll agree-
and let Gilbert think tying Francis up just to take turns fucking him was his idea entirely.
bites the inside of his cheek as he's dragged upstairs. He sighs a little when he lands on the bed, relaxing as much as he can-
for the moment. He doesn't hear Gilbert, so he has no idea what's going on behind him.
's probably the only reason Francis is going to get out of this with a hard fuck and some rope burns, instead of a lot of bruises and-
bleeding. In his opinion, anyway. That doesn't mean he's not going to help drag a few things out of the closet first, one of which he-
taps lazily against Francis' backside. This draws a careful glance from Germany, but not one Gilbert can see.
inches up on the bed a little so he can rest his head on a pillow while the other two do whatever. He's not that far off in what he's -
imagining them doing. Actually, he's right on when he feels that on his back. But the most he does to react to it is trying to glance -
back to see who's handling it.
rarely ever gets to be in this position. He's usually the one getting his arms pushed above his head and secured to one bedpost. So he-
takes a great deal of pleasure watching this scenario unfold, smirking as Ludwig tightens the chain linking those handcuffs he snapped-
around Francis' wrists tighter to the post.
( okay so i suck at descriptions. pretend i said something about lud flipping francis onto his back so he could tie his wrists above his
head like that. :/ )
didn't expect to be put on his back; but he likes this better since he'll be able to see what's going on. After his wrists are secured, he-
jerks at the handcuffs a little to get a feel for exactly how secure they are. Which of course they are, very much.
climbs up onto the bed first, standing overtop Francis. He keeps the crop too, since it's much more entertaining to have something to tease
Francis with while he's up there. His grin slants some as he twitches the leather end over Francis' nipple."You're lucky. He's starting-
simple on you."
looks up at him, finding this a rather interesting view. His back arches in response to the crop, along with a small moan. "I don't know-
why. I can handle more."
shouldn't be surprised. This *is* France..."It'll be more entertaining if he breaks you in slow." The crop moves up to his cheek,-
threatening but only patting for now. He isn't sure what Ludwig's doing, but he's being awful damn quiet about it.
scowls and jerks his head away as much as he can. Patting or not, he doesn't want any marks left on his face. Not only would that be bad-
for every time he looks in the mirror, but if he can't get anything to cover it..,well, he would prefer not to have to deal with questioning
at work. "I suppose. "
"...But, I must admit, if it's going to go this slowly, I'll end up napping." A little teasing never hurts.
smirks and lets silence fall thick over the room, as if to emphasize exactly who is in control here. At the moment, it's Ludwig- the
snap that practically echoes in the room is entirely familiar, probably even the same ring he's worn countless times. And that's followed up
with the sharp smack of the crop right in Francis' face. Right where Gilbert knows he doesn't want it.
tries to not do more than wince, but that's impossible. He groans loudly and tries jerking away as much as he can, which isn't-
much at all, of course. And it does nothing to take away the sharp sting that's moving across his face. "...Salaud."
drops onto his knees, straddling Francis' chest and pats the red stripe on his face. "Mn, I love it when you make that face. Still trying-
to be all arrogant and cocky, aren't ya?" Have another swat to the face with Gilbert's bare palm.
Francis
was
going to settle for just glaring at him, but after that smack, the only apparent way to retaliate is to try spitting at him. "Fuck you."
doesn't even flinch. He slaps him again and returns the favor. At some point, maybe when he got on his knees, Ludwig got the crop. Just-
as Gilbert's getting his hand down his shorts, there's a sharp crack from behind him. Since his back isn't smarting, he can only assume-
that's Ludwig punishing Francis for spitting on him, probably across the upper thighs.
tries getting the spit off by turning his head to the side, but it's useless. He's a bit preoccupied hissing over the combined pain -
of that crop and Gilbert's hand.
scoots up another few inches, snickering, close enough that when he starts stroking himself, the head of his cock is only an inch away-
from Francis' face. "Y'know...I don't think I like this handcuff bullshit. I think we need ropes, Lud. I wanna see how he handles some-
real fuckin' bondage. Won't be so cocky then, will ya?" And bless him, after a beat Germany actually mutters an agreement and moves to the-
closet.
fully intends to bite his cock if Gilbert gets close enough. The most he does now move enough to try knocking Gilbert off his chest. He's-
still certain he can handle all of it, so that sound he makes in response to the mentioning of the ropes? Utterly arrogant.
settles more of his slight weight on Francis to try to keep him from bucking too much. He'll move off in a second because Ludwig's-
standing there with an armload of thick nylon rope. But first he'll make a big show of pulling him over by the shirtfront to kiss him.
could look away if he wanted to. Or close his eyes. But Francis is a voyeur at heart so he really doesn't mind watching this at all.
minds quite a bit, actually, and not at all because it's his brother. This is old habit but never in front of anyone. Francis isn't just-
anyone either. Francis is...Francis is...watching them awful fucking intently. This works to Gilbert's benefit - he takes advantage of the
distraction to tongue him rather thoroughly, even getting him to respond before he pulls back panting. ...sneaky little bastard's undone-
his pants somewhere in the meantime too.
gets really hot watching this. It's a shame he's cuffed, otherwise he'd be finding a way to join in that.
Gilbert
wants
more out of him, wants to really put on a show for Francis, *on* Francis practically, but West won't let him go farther. He pries his hands
away and shoots him a look, one made absolutely filthy by the blush on his cheeks and the way he holds that rope. Gilbert smirks at him and
rolls off the bed, moving to remove the chain holding Francis' wrists to the post. "Roll over, boy."
doesn't tear his eyes from them until that little show ends. He turns onto his stomach complaintly, taking this moment to rest his wrists.
opens the cuffs and takes the moment to rub the red circles on Francis' wrists. Then he repositions his arms, folding them across his back-
so either hand is resting against the opposite elbow. ( fff i hope that makes sense. e.e )
lets Gilbert do that, not finding it uncomfortable yet... (it does!)
doesn't hold on too tight since Francis isn't fighting. Ludwig knows how to handle the ropes better than he does though, so when he starts-
Gilbert just shifts out of the way. It's a really complex arrangement; hard to realize when he's usually the one being bound. Eventually-
Francis will wind up with his arms bound tightly to his back, those ropes anchored to a complex system of knots and rope crossing over his-
chest and middle, around his waist and even between his thighs. The midpoints down his chest are all diamond shapes created by various-
knots in the rope. Francis' legs take a less complex work and don't render him completely helpless. Both legs have to be pulled back to-
bind them, rope twisting around lower thigh and calf to keep him from straightening them. It takes a good deal of time and maneuvering, but
Gilbert stays patient, only watching the way Ludwig's hands move over Francis' body, jerking and tugging on the rope but in some places...-
he isn't as rough. Almost like he's actually being *gentle* in between tightening the ropes. Pft, yeah right. Fat fuckin' chance.
isn't bothered by this since the rope hasn't had time to rub too much. He squirms a little, and tries to see what's happening next.
picks up the crop again and, since Francis is attempting to watch, sticks it between his legs. He teases from the base of Francis' balls-
and back, flicking the leather end against his more sensitive area. "What should we do with you, Frankreich?"
sets his head down and groans a little and tries to nudge back. "Baises-moi." Straight to the point, but in his own tongue.
(...baisez would be the proper conjugation in this case. derp)
shrugs. "Eh. Typical. I wanna play first. He'll just hand the crop off to Ludwig while he gets the proper instrument to do so.
still tries watching to see what Gilbert goes to get, but it's easier to glance back over at Ludwig and that crop, not really feeling the-
need to say anymore yet.
can probably guess what Gilbert's after, but he sure as hell isn't going to tell him they've already done that. And really, Gilbert can-
get creative when handed control. He tugs at the ropes running between Francis' legs. "This is a good look on you."
moves little more than what the ropes cause him to do, and that's simply an effort to try to get Ludwig's hands on *him* and not -
on the ropes. "How hot does it get you?" Take your clothes off; he wants to see.
withdraws his hand immediately. No rewards, except for what Gilbert's pulling out of a box right now. "Gag him. I've heard enough of-
that mouth today. *Not* with your dick, idiot. Not yet." And Christ, Gilbert's actually *pouting* over that. A quick switch of the crop-
across the backs of his thighs will get him moving though, back to the box to get something to shove in Francis' mouth.
tries to look disappointed, but he's really not at all. He wanted this, and a gag won't really stop him from *trying* to talk. You'll just-
have to endure him making unintelligible sounds.
expected Gilbert to go with the ball gag or at least the duct tape. The tape would be particularly cruel at least. That was what they used-
last time, when Ludwig found several plates of days-old food in Gilbert's room and needed to vent frustration. What he comes back with is-
the one that looks a little like a horse bit. The black bar is much smaller and the straps will fit flat against Francis' cheeks. -
Actually, they might leave his skin somewhat bruised if Gilbert tightens it up too much.
wasn't expecting that either. But he's a cocky fucker who thinks he can handle it all. Which he can. Totally. He can handle *anything*. But-
if he ends up with bruises on his face after this, he'll be absolutely livid. But for now, he'll be somewhat compliant.
sort of forgets that certain precautions need to be taken with that gag. "Open up. And don't bite or I'll headbutt your teeth out. That's
what you people do, isn't it?" Just in case he thinks of resisting, Ludwig twists the rope nearest Francis' throat and yanks back on it.
would have resisted if his teeth had't been threatened. And that rope. Fuck. So he opens his mouth so the bit can be placed in.
sets the bar in his mouth and fixes the straps around his his head. They buckle in the back, under Francis' hair. It's only the lack of
reins and protruding metal parts for them to attach to that keep it from looking horse-like. "I like it! What d'you think, bitch?"
frowns as it's secured and a few hairs snag on the straps. He doesn't want to speak, because he knows he'll sound retarded with-
with that bit in his mouth. So you'll have to forgive him for opting to simply glare.
isn't in much of a forgiving mood, remember? He swats at Gilbert's hand when it starts creeping down Francis' back. ...and then pulls him
over to mutter ideas in German. Ones that Gilbert seems to enjoy, because before Ludwig even finishes gilbert's already working his cock
through his pants, smirking at Francis. Gilbert leans heavily against his brother and kisses his throat, red trained on the bound man. "Ever
heard of something called orgasm denial, Frankreich?" While Gilbert nearly rocks against him, hips working against his thigh, Ludwig moves
the crop along the ropes, leather snapping now and then against him.
watches them intently. Part of him really can't stand this, simply because of how hot it gets him and he's not in a position to do-
anything about it. He nods in response to the question, but still says nothing. Every time that crop hits his skin though, he-
groans and arches his back.
really enjoys molesting Ludwig. He's getting so into it that there might accidentally be a mark on Ludwig's neck that'll still be there-
tomorrow. Ludiwig will get back payback though, first by shoving Gilbert down onto the bed. *'You want to play with him. Play.'*-
Nothing better than permission. His hands move immediately to Francis thighs, toucing only skin and no rope.
Francis
likes
this physical contact so much better than just watching them, which should be obvious by the way he tries spreading his thighs as much-
as possible with the ropes. His attention is fully on Gilbert now, though, so he has no idea what Ludwig's up to.
doesn't need to see Ludwig to know what he's doing. He's just watching for now, making sure Gilbert obeys even if he isn't the center of-
the lesson here. He isn't going to rebel against this though. He crawls right up the bed and settles between Francis' thighs, red-
flickering up as he simply brushes his lips over Francis' cock, occasionally letting his tongue dart out to wet the flushed skin.
somehow forgot for a moment that his arms are bound, even though they're behind him and he'd felt his own weight on them this whole time. -
He's reminded the moment he feels like he almost jerked his arm out of socket. He'll go without nestling his hand in Gilbert's hair like-
usual. But this doesn't really bother him. He simply keeps his eyes locked on Gilbert and moans lightly, hips bucking somewhat to demand-
more contact.
Gilbert
is
actually going to oblige him this for now. Getting him worked up is part of the point. Actually, he echoes Francis' moan with his own,-
right as his mouth closes around his cock, because Ludwig's hands are working his shorts down way too slowly.
bucks his hips up harder this time, because that moan feels amazing around his cock. He tilts his head back briefly, but only that, so he-
can continue watching Gilbert.
hasn't done this with Gilbert in quite some time, so despite the tempting picture Francis makes, his attention is elsewhere at the moment.-
He takes his time getting Gilbert's shorts off because it gives him an excuse to run his hands back up his thighs and over his ass just as-
slowly. Gilbert's still working Francis' cock, but Ludwig can feel the way his breath catches in his throat when he wraps a hand around his
erection and pumps him several times in quick succession. Gilbert's watching Francis, but Ludwig's watching Gilbert's mouth take in every-
inch.
finds it impossible to not get worked up over this. The view's amazing and Gilbert's mouth is talented. So talented that he can stand to-
close his eyes and focus solely on that sensation now.
would much prefer to finish this off and get his face messy. Ludwig's just not going to let him. He gives him just a little longer, then-
suddenly jerks Gilbert back and slaps that damn crop across his inner thighs, one after the other. That even makes Gilbert wince a little.
Francis
was
in the middle of bucking his hips and moaning loudly when Ludwig pulls Gilbert back and his thighs are assaulted with the crop. That moan-
turns into a cry while he tries drawing his thighs up in attempt to somehow soothe the sharp sting that's radiating from the impact spot-
to the rest of his thighs.
hits him a few more times, back and forth between his thighs, then once across the chest, taking care to hit a nipple. He's not going to-
give Francis time to recover from that though. As soon as he finishes he tosses the crop aside and directs Gilbert to get another set of-
ropes out. While he's doing that, Ludwig resumes Gilbert's earlier task with Francis' cock.
tries to squirm from beneath the crop, but it's no use. He bites on the bit to help ease the pain, but as soon as his nipple's hit, he's-
swearing loudly. His body is already aching so much that he almost can't enjoy what's being done to his cock. Almost. But a moment later-
he's trying to thrust up into Ludwig's mouth, simply as a way for payback.
stands there beside the bed watching at first. He smirks when Francis nearly chokes Ludwig too. Then he climbs back up on the bed beside-
Ludwig, sets the ropes down, and leans down to help. Ludwig lets him, surprisingly; lips, tongues, fingers meet over and around Francis'-
cock, both of them taking turns in what area they're sucking or teasing. But Gilbert's the first one to get his fingers up Francis' ass.-
Both of them laugh, but Gilbert cuts short a second later when Ludwig's work into *his*...while he's still sucking along the side of-
Francis' dick. Fucking multitasking bastard.
Francis
is
, needless to say, loving this. After all, who *wouldn't* want to sexy Germans all over his cock? His hips arch up a little while he moans.-
He tenses when those fingers are initially worked into him, but quickly relaxes and lets out a breathless sigh. And as if all of this really
isn't enough, just *watching* them makes it all the better.
leaves Gilbert to it after a moment to reposition himself. He gets up on his knees and runs his hand down Gilbert's back, fingers working-
in and out at the same pace he's using on Francis. His just spiral on the upward stroke, making Gilbert buck towards him, hitting only his-
hips and the fabric of his pants still covering his erection. When Gilbert starts working a third into Francis, Ludwig copies it on him,-
smirking as he shudders.
closes his eyes for a moment and nudges down against Gilbert's fingers. When he opens them, he fixates his gaze on him again. It's no secret
to him what Ludwig's doing even if he can't see it; Gilbert's expression gives it away easily.
really wants to smack one of them. Francis, for looking so fucking hot and making all the right sounds; or Ludwig, for doing *that* exactly
how he likes it when he's trying to concentrate on giving an awesome blowjob. After a few minutes he pulls away from Francis' cock with one
last prolonged suck and ducks his head against his thigh, panting. What's worse is when Ludwig leaves him alone entirely and orders him to-
get off the bed so Francis can turn over. And if he doesn't do it himself, he'll get smacked and flipped over anyway. Mn. Fun.
really doesn't want to turn over. He's actually kind of comfortable like this and likes feeling Gilbert against his thigh. That aside, he -
figures he's already been too compliantly, so he's not going to do it. As much as he hates to think about it, his face is probably fucked -
up enough now that him getting smacked around some more won't matter.