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English prison food was the worst. From the lack of seasoning to the way it seemed to radiate a disgusting purple aura, Feliciano felt like he was being physically tortured with every meal.
Currently, he was sitting in a tiny cell after being captured during a spy mission a few days ago. How he didn't see the massive net lying suspiciously on the ground, he still wasn't sure.
He sat on the concrete floor, kicking his legs as he hummed a silly tune. In front of him was a lined piece of paper with a plethora of scribbles on it, apparently meant to be another letter for Ludwig. The ringing of a dinner bell interrupted his train of thought, and he looked up. Arthur stood in front of his cell, a food trolley parked next to his side.
"Alright mate, for today's meal, you can pick between fish 'n chips or…" he glanced down at the other plates, "toad in the hole." Feliciano's gaze moved down to the horrific meals presented to him, and he immediately began the same routine as the nights before.
"Ah…Do you have any pasta? Oh, or maybe some pizza? Your food makes my mouth feel all sorts of weird."
Arthur let out an annoyed huff, eyebrow twitching in frustration. "How many times do I need to tell you we won't be serving that!" He reached down to the second layer of the trolley and grabbed a plate of toast slapped with a thick layer of Marmite. "Since you like to complain so much, how about you eat this instead!"
Feliciano's eyes widened, and he instantly scrambled to the bars of his cell with clasped hands. "No! Anything but that, please!!" He begged, his hands moving in such a frantic manner that it was almost as if he had four. "Come on, just name what you want, and you'll get it!! Money, my weapons, anything! Or, or maybe you want a kiss?! That's it, right? Come here, I'll give you one! Just please give me something tastier than that!"
Arthur's eyebrows furrowed at his offer, and he quickly scanned the area around him. Usually, he would have never given an offer from a prisoner like that the time of day, but to hear it coming from Feliciano? Though on opposite sides of the war, Arthur always thought there was something charming about him, from his stupid curl to the way he managed to get tricked by the simplest of traps—they were all characteristics he couldn't help but admire. With slightly rosy cheeks, Arthur looked back.
"Do you swear not to tell anyone?"
"Si, si! It'll be our little secret."
Arthur gave one last look around before hastily unlocking the cell. Feliciano sat back down where he was sitting earlier, and Arthur flopped down a mere few inches in front of him. His checks were a deep red, and his face was covered in a thin layer of sweat. Feliciano scooted closer to him and rested a hand on his cheek, lightly giggling as Arthur nestled into his palm. He brought his other hand down to his waist, to which Arthur's body went tense, digging his fingers into the fabric of his pants.
"Relax, okay? I can't kiss you if you're all tense."
"It's not like it's on purpose, you twat!"
Arthur let out a deep breath and shook his head. Feliciano brought his hand back to his cheek and leaned in, where he was met with stiff, chapped lips. He then felt Arthur's hands move to his shoulders as he attempted to kiss back. He shuddered as he felt his tongue suddenly try to intrude on his mouth and pushed back.
"You're going way too quickly! Haven't you ever kissed someone before?" Feliciano innocently asked.
"Ha-ha, of course I have! What kind of country hasn't had their first kiss! That's just absurd!" Though, by the way he was waving his hands around and sweating, Feliciano could tell he was lying. He took his frantic hands in his and smiled.
"You don't need to be embarrassed, I'll teach you, 'kay?" Arthur nodded and allowed Feliciano to lean in again. He whined as his head was tilted to the side, and he puckered up.
"No, no, keep your mouth loose, it's hard to kiss someone with their lips like that."
He huffed yet obeyed, and Feliciano took the chance to lightly brush their lips against each other before pecking him with feathery kisses. His right hand gripped Arthur's waist while his left continued its gentle caresses on his cheek. Arthur's hands hovered in the air before clutching at the fabric covering Feliciano's torso.
After a few more soft smooches, he took Arthur's bottom lip between his and lightly swept his tongue across it, an act so subtle Arthur might have missed it if he weren't so acutely aware of his surroundings. The sound of Feliciano's small breaths coming from his nose, the way his scent smelled lightly like an Italian cologne; every little thing Arthur took notice of.
Arthur opened his mouth to question him, and Feliciano took that as an opportunity to delicately push his tongue into his mouth. Whining, Arthur's grip on his coat tightened and his eyes squeezed shut even further.
His tongue tried to reciprocate the same motions, though with much less finesse than the latter's. Feliciano pulled back for a split second to push Arthur against the floor before continuing his ministrations. Feliciano pressed a knee between Arthur's thighs, and he whimpered into the kiss. A hand came up to Feliciano's chest to push him back for another air break, and he giggled at the sight below him. Arthur's blond hair was a complete mess, and drool spilled from his mouth onto his pale face.
He leaned down once more, gripping loosely at Arthur's hair. His hand moved to undo his duty belt, and the less experienced man let out a faint squeak, gripping at his wrist.
"Ah, too far?" Feliciano inquired, though his hand continued to rest on the leather. Arthur briefly stared at him in silence, then mumbled something under his breath. Feliciano tilted his head with an eyebrow raised.
"What was that?"
"Just be gentle!" he spat out. "Please…"
Feliciano smiled and began a trail of kisses from his jaw down to his neck. Arthur's hand let go of his wrist and moved to the back of his neck instead. He whimpered as his skin was lightly sucked on. Feliciano's hand ran over the buckle and undid it in one swift motion.
After that, he unbuttoned both Arthur's military coat and shirt, running a warm hand over the newly exposed flesh. There were plenty of scars from previously fought battles, and he couldn't help but stare. Arthur let out a shallow breath as Feliciano's hand ran over a particularly large scar on his waist, and he redirected his hand up to his chest instead.
With an understanding chuckle, Feliciano leaned down to pepper Arthur's chest with kisses while his hands got busy exploring the rest of his body. Arthur pushed him back and shakily moved his hands to undo Feliciano's belt; however, it was a lot harder to unbuckle than Feliciano had made it seem. After an awkward few seconds of struggling, he gave up in annoyance. Instead, Feliciano reached down to undo it himself, unbuttoning his coat and shirt as well. He slid both pieces of clothing off and tossed them to where his letter rested.
"Whoa, you don't have a single scratch on you!" Arthur mused.
"Of course not! My battle strategies are foolproof!" Feliciano bragged, making an "OK" with his hand.
"I'm not quite sure surrendering counts as a battle strategy, but nevermind that," one hand moved to grip Feliciano's waist while the other went to grab at his neck, pulling him back down into another passionate kiss. Feliciano's hands came to rest on softly upon the other's chest.
This time, Arthur tried to linger before using his tongue. He used the same amount of pressure Feliciano had, albeit with stiffer movements. After taking his sweet time, he attempted to do what Feliciano had so subtly done earlier, but ended up biting his lip instead.
"Ow!" Feliciano gasped, fingers digging deeper into Arthur's skin. "That's no way to do it! Be gentle, less teeth, like I did, okay?"
Arthur grumbled but pressed Feliciano's mouth against his again. He took his bottom lip between his and swiped his tongue against it, dragging it out a little longer than ideal, but Feliciano was happy nonetheless.
Their tongues clashed against each other, and their noses lightly bumped each other, but neither seemed to mind. One of Feliciano's hands moved down to squeeze Arthur's backside before leaning back up with a smile on his face.
"See, I knew you could do it!" He beamed, clasping his hands together. He patted Arthur's stomach, then got up to grab his clothing. Arthur stayed on the hard flooring a while longer, panting as if he were a swimmer coming up for air.
He sat up hastily and began redoing his uniform. He then stood up while brushing the dirt off his uniform and fixing his tie. He quickly sped to the cell's opening before looking behind him towards Feliciano, face still lightly flushed.
"I'll have your meal prepared by one of the restaurants downtown, because I doubt you'd want an English imitation of an Italian meal," he mumbled before walking off, hauling the food trolley containing now cold food for the other prisoners.