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Arthur was woken up by Ludwig with a gentle shoulder shake. He groaned before the German shushed him.
“What is it?” he murmured to his boyfriend, slightly annoyed.
He turns toward their alarm clock and sees it’s seven in the morning.
“Seven, Ludwig!” He whispered angrily.
Ludwig shushed him again, this time with a hand clamped around his mouth.
“Don’t wake up Francis,” he whispers, and then hands the Englishman his underwear which got discarded sometimes after their activities yesterday. Arthur doesn’t thank him but just keeps grumbling under his breath.
The Englishman was not a morning person.
Ludwig rolls his eyes and moves to the kitchen where the first rays of sunlight were starting to stream through the window giving it a nice orange glow.
He prepares a cup of coffee for himself and a black tea for his boyfriend, hoping that it would make the man less cranky.
Arthur comes inside the kitchen, still in his underwear and Ludwig can’t help the appreciative glance up and down his boyfriend’s body.
While tired and groggy, Arthur still finds the energy to cock his head to the side with a grin and place his hand on his hip,
“Like what you see, dear?”
Ludwig snorts and moves towards him, handing him his tea with a kiss on the cheek.
“You know I do.”
Ludwig smiles softly at him and for a second Arthur forgot why he had been in a bad mood earlier. Feeling a dopey grin rise on his face, he shakes himself out of it.
“So, why are we awake so early?” He asked taking a sip of his tea. He hums in pleasure, it was just how he liked it. Ludwig noticed and smiled to himself.
“It’s the 14th of july,” the German said, as if this answered all of Arthur’s questions.
“So?” Arthur replied, raising an eyebrow. Too tired to really think about what that date meant.
“You know, nothing important, only Francis’ birthday,” Ludwig says with an airy tone, finishing his cup of coffee before going to the sink to wash it out and put it back in the cupboard.
When he looks back at the Brit it seemed the man had finally finished panicking internally, “Oh, fuck!” he whispered to Ludwig with a grimace.
“Yes.” Ludwig simply replied, with a similar grimace.
“How could we forget?” Arthur asked him, raising his voice a little bit just to get shushed by Ludwig once again.
“You forgot, I did not actually forget, I just did not have time to get him anything.”
Ludwig took the Englishman’s empty teacup to move towards the sink and wash that one out as well.
“That’s worse than me, you know that right?” Arthur told him with his arms crossed.
“Debatable.” The German said without looking away from the cup he was still washing.
Arthur moved behind Ludwig and wrapped his arms around him, “So, I assume you woke me up because you have a wonderful idea that will avoid us having to deal with a mopey and sad Frenchman?” he murmured into his ear, and Ludwig felt himself shiver as the Englishman started kissing his nape.
“Maybe,” he breathed out.
“Wonderful!” Arthur let go of him and Ludwig frowned at the loss.
“So what are we going to do?”
“I was thinking of breakfast in bed?” Ludwig said hesitantly.
Arthur smiled a strained smile, “Sounds perfect! Except I can’t cook, and you aren’t that much better than me”
Ludwig scoffed, “It’s not that bad, I can make good bread!”
Arthur shushed him, taking great pleasure in doing so.
The German was the one grumbling now, “so what would you do then?”
“Sexual favours?” The Englishman proposed with a shrug.
Ludwig considered it, hand on his chin and staring outside of the window,
“but we have sex with him all of the time, what would make this birthday sex?”
Arthur had to admit that they did indeed have to think a bit further out of the box to make this special.
“How about we fulfil one of his kinks?” He tried, hesitantly.
“Which one?” Ludwig asked, considering it.
“Tying him up and blindfolding him?” Arthur proposes,
Ludwig hums, “Yes, that could work.”
“It’s either that or cat ears, and tails.” Arthur snorts,
“Or maid outfits,” Ludwig added amused,
“Or leather outfits,” Arthur laughs, but this time Ludwig frowns,
“I like the leather outfits too,”
“I know you do, Ludwig, sorry.” Arthur laughs and goes to give him another kiss on the cheek just for Ludwig to move his head and kiss him.
For a few seconds they gently kiss each other in their kitchen, before it heats up and Ludwig moves the adverts laying on top of the kitchen counter to make place for Arthur. The Brit laughs as the German shows off his strength, lifting him on the counter. He bites his lip looking forward to being ravished fully and thoroughly.
Suddenly the German pulls away from him. He groans in annoyance but Ludwig isn't paying attention.
"We could also do this…" Ludwig trails off as he moves to pick up one of the flyers he had moved aside.
“Order Brunch online, will be delivered on time.”
Ludwig read aloud, and passed the flyer to his boyfriend who was still sitting on the counter.
Arthur looked it over, switching to read the backside, "you know, this could be perfect!"
He grins at Ludwig, giving him another kiss but not letting it linger for too long before pushing the other out of the way and getting off the counter.
"I'll call right now and order brunch for 11?" He offered.
Ludwig nodded and read out the phone number so that Arthur could put in the number in his phone and call the bakery.
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Ten minutes later when Arthur had finished ordering for the three of them they continued their discussion on what exactly they were going to do now.
It was now eight o'clock, they had three hours left before their brunch was going to be there.
Ludwig had made himself another cup of coffee, he knows the other two men keep claiming he has an addiction, but he honestly couldn't care less.
"You think we can tie him up without him waking up?" Arthur mused, as if this was a perfectly normal topic of conversation.
Ludwig burns his tongue on his coffee, thinks about it before grinning at his boyfriend.
"Shouldn't be too hard right?"
The two Germanic countries look at each other and their eyes darken considerably.
Oh, this was going to be fun!
-
Ludwig and Arthur had had a brief discussion about who was going to do the tying and who was going to distract him in case he woke up. In the end it was decided that Ludwig was going to tie Francis up, and Arthur was going to criticise every single knot he makes.
Which was why it was such a relief when Ludwig finally finished tying Francis' limbs to the bedposts.
“Good work!” The Brit moved off the bed to stand next to Ludwig and they both briefly enjoyed the sight of their lover, tied up and naked in all his glory.
Despite his earlier annoyance Ludwig did feel a sense of pride surge through his veins at the Englishman’s words.
“Thank you, Arthur!” Ludwig smiled and kissed the man, before turning back to the sleeping Frenchman.
“So, what do we do now?”
Arthur shrugged, “try and sneak the blindfold on too?”
The German nodded, pensive, “and then what?”
“I don’t know Ludwig, what do you want to do?” Arthur rolled his eyes.
The German surprised him, but seemingly also himself, with how fast he answered,
“I kind of want to watch him wake up while you suck him off.”
Arthur, turned back to the German with a raised eyebrow, unable to stop the flush on his face.
“Well, I guess, I can do that.”
“I mean, if you want to of course…” Ludwig said, a little embarrassed.
The three of them hadn’t been dating for long, and the sex just tended to be better if they didn’t have to think too hard about it. It was clear that right now, while not awkward, both nations, were struggling with their own inhibitions.
Arthur smirks at the German, “I’m going to ruin him.”
“Anything you want me to do?” Ludwig said, a little flustered.
“Maybe just lay next to him, so you can enjoy the show and shut him up when he wakes up?” Arthur offered, removing his underpants to free his half-hard cock.
Ludwig stared at the freed member, licking his lips and pulling his eyes away to nod and move next to the Frenchman without making too much noise.
Arthur moved onto the bed, between Francis’ legs and slowly moved his hands on the man’s thighs. He grinned towards Ludwig as he watched the Frenchman twitch. Then he moved a hand to his balls, gently rubbing them between his fingers.
Both blonds watched in fascination as the Frenchman became hard before their eyes.
“He’s just so pretty isn’t he,” Arthur whispers to Ludwig, who nodded in agreement.
The German was keeping an eye on Francis’ eyelids for any sign he was starting to wake up.
Arthur had started gently jerking him off, using the precum as lubricant. He whispered to the German to get him some more and Ludwig quickly grabbed the lube that was still laying on top of the bedside table from yesterday’s activities.
With the lube, Arthur quickens his trusts yet despite twisting and occasional sighs, the Frenchman did not seem to wake up.
Arthur doesn’t falter however, he turns to Ludwig with an extremely hungry look,
“Do you think we can fuck him awake?”
Ludwig needed a couple of seconds, finding the idea extremely arousing.
“Let’s try,” he says with a determined nod.
Arthur moved to make place, “I think you should prep him and I will blow him, how does that sound?”
Ludwig nodded, not trusting himself to speak right now. Arthur passed him the lube, and grinned at him before taking the Frenchman’s cock in his mouth. the German’s breath hitched as Francis let out the filthiest moan, yet, still somehow without waking up.
“It’s almost worrying how deep he is asleep,” Ludwig said, voice rough.
Arthur let go of the dick with a pop, shrugging, “I think it’s hot,” before lowering his head once more.
Ludwig, takes one of the pillows before lifting Francis and putting it under him with the help of Arthur. Francis frowns a bit from the movement and for a brief second Arthur and Ludwig stop moving, fearing the other has woken up. Then his breath evens out once more, and the other two relax.
Arthur even lets out a giggle, before being silenced by Ludwig with an amused glare.
He lets go of the dick before moving over to the Frenchman’s nipples. Taking one into his mouth, and using his other hand to twist the other, gently, just how he knew Francis liked it.
Meanwhile Ludwig was lubing up his fingers before moving them towards the Frenchman’s behind. He moved his fingers gently around the tight muscle, loosening it, until he finally felt it give to let a finger in.
He stopped as he heard Francis groan, “Arthur!”
They both looked up at the Frenchman to see him with his eyes still closed, they made quick eye contact with each other and Arthur mouthed something that looked like “Keep going!”
Ludwig enjoys fingering the Frenchman when he’s awake, his body is so responsive to every single touch. When he is asleep however, the task is a little bit harder, but Ludwig still knows how and when to bend his finger, just right, to see the Frenchman see stars. He does so and Francis moans repeatedly, with Arthur whispering sweet nothings into his ear.
Ludwig briefly wanted to offer to switch places with Arthur, as the Frenchman was moaning his name while he was the one doing all the work. However, the Englishman was better with his tongue and Ludwig was better with his fingers and his, well, with his penis.
So according to that, if he were to just slip in, then…
“Ludwig!” Francis almost shouted when the German entered him slowly.
Ludwig, hair dishevelled, grinned at Arthur as he pushed just a little deeper making Francis groan. Arthur’s eyes were on him and he bit his lip before moving forward over the Frenchman’s body and pulling Arthur towards him for a kiss.
“Fuck, Ludwig, that was so fucking sexy.” Arthur growled into his mouth, and Ludwig slowed his thrusts not wanting to come too soon from overstimulation.
Slowly he increased his thrust and they both watched in fascination as the Frenchman writhed in his bonds.
“Gosh, he is so spoiled,” Arthur murmured as he moved his hand back to slowly move up and down Francis’ manhood.
A litany of moans and curses as Ludwig found Francis' prostate. Experience told both blondes that the Frenchman was close, his breathing having accelerated and his pupils rapidly moving behind his eyelids, so Arthur increased his hand movement, eyes transfixed on the Frenchman.
Ludwig too tried to keep up the solid pace, making sure to keep hitting that sweet spot.
Francis was pulling at the bonds, body jerking under the stimulation when suddenly his eyes popped open. He gasped in overstimulation, realising he was tied to the bed, panicking for two brief seconds before seeing his two boyfriends over him,
“Arthur? Ludwig?” he groaned out.
“Yes, dear?” Arthur asked, smiling, as if he wasn’t milking his cock for everything it had.
Francis couldn’t think straight, and couldn’t remember what he was about to ask them, feeling an immense pleasure as Ludwig increased his thrusts even more.
“Oh, Putain,” he moaned, and he felt himself tearing up.
“That’s it Francis, we love you, give it to us,” Arthur murmured,
“Oh putain, oh putain, oh putain.” the Frenchman cursed, and Ludwig felt himself smile as he watched the Frenchman fall apart underneath them both.
“That’s it, Francis, be good and come for us will you.” The Englishman moved down to take the Frenchman’s cock down his throat and that must have been what set him off because suddenly Francis tensed and came with a garbled shout of a combination of their names.
Arthur let go of his rapidly softening dick and made a show of swallowing the Frenchman’s come.
Francis’ eyes darkened, eyes full of promise of what he was going to do to the Brit once he was out of his bounds, but first he had to recover a bit. It wasn’t every day you got your mind fucked out of you.
Ludwig slowed down his trusts to give the man some relief, as he watched Francis lay back and close his eyes.
“Okay, you can go faster again, Ludwig.” Francis said after a minute.
The German, didn’t need to be told twice and rammed his cock inside the Frenchman in pursuit of his own orgasm meanwhile he pulled Arthur, who was jerking himself off, towards him into a deep kiss, making the both of them groan.
“Oh, that’s nice.” Francis whispered with a tiny grin before groaning at the onslaught on his body.
Ludwig removed the Brit’s hand from his cock and replaced it with his own, kissing the man and keeping up his assault on the Frenchman’s body.
He was a hard worker, in every possible way.
As he felt the Brit tense and come under his hands, he faltered as well, coming inside of Francis with a low groan before unceremoniously dropping on top of the other.
Arthur too decided to lay down, ignoring the mess on Francis’ stomach, they would shower later anyway.
Heavy breathing, was the only sound that was heard for a solid two minutes as everyone tried to catch their breath.
“So,” Francis started, sounding deliciously fucked out.
“Happy birthday, Dear!” Arthur said, lifting himself up and moving closer to give him a sweet kiss on the mouth.
Arthur, shook the German back to the present from where he had started to doze off on top of Francis.
“Yes, happy birthday Francis!” he murmured, moving to give him a quick kiss, before dropping his head back on the Frenchman’s chest.
Francis chuckled, “I think this is the best birthday present I have ever received!”
Ludwig felt himself smile, glad the Frenchman was happy.
“We have breakfast as well!” Arthur said proudly, grinning down at the Frenchman’s faltering expression.
“No worries, we ordered it from a bakery.” Ludwig said dryly, rolling his eyes at both Arthur and Francis. Arthur for unnecessarily worrying Francis for his own amusement and Francis for not trusting them.
Just then the door bell sounded and Arthur and Ludwig both cursed as they were still naked. Ludwig tried to find his underwear but Arthur was faster having decided to just put on Francis’ bathrobe.
“You guys are so efficient.”
“Shut up Francis.” came simultaneously out of both Germanic countries’ mouths and Francis started laughing really hard. God he loved them both so much.
The doorbell sounded again and Arthur ran downstairs to get the door. “Yes, yes coming!”
Ludwig moved up and stretched, hearing a whistle from the bed, he turned to Francis who was openly leering and gave him a soft smile.
“We just had sex, Francis, stop staring.” the German jokes with a smile.
“Oh, I’m not staring to get sex, I’m appreciating a work of art dear!”
Ludwig rolled his eyes finally located his underwear and put it back on, ignoring the disappointed sigh from the bed, before moving to the bathroom to get some tissues to clean Francis up a bit.
The German cleaned the Frenchman meticulously. Giving him a kiss, when he finished. Despite not being able to use his hands Francis somehow managed to make the kiss last way longer than it should have.
“I’m going to need some help with this, Ludwig, if you two could stop making out for a second.” Arthur said slightly annoyed as he was carrying what seemed like a very heavy tray full of delicious breads, meats, cheeses and fruits.
Ludwig stood up quickly and took over from the Englishman, before bringing it to the bed where the Frenchman was eyeing it all up.
“Oh mon dieu! I love you two so much!” Francis whispered.
Arthur laughed, “Yes, yes, we love you too, frog.”
“You know what the best thing is about being bound to the bed like this?” Francis asked them as Ludwig started dividing the food and putting them on the plates.
“Hmm?” Ludwig asked.
“That you two will have to feed me as I’m unable to do so myself.”
Ludwig stopped what he was doing, and both him and Arthur looked at the Frenchman before looking at each other and sighing, wondering when they ever thought falling in love with such an incredibly spoiled Frenchman was a good idea.
Francis laughed, and the two other blondes couldn’t help but smile along, happy to see their boyfriend so full of joy.
In the end they did end up feeding him by hand, because the only thing that was more certain than the fact Francis was an incredibly spoiled Frenchman, was that Ludwig and Arthur loved being the ones to spoil him.