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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      wolfgang_amadeus_mozart_-_Fandom, Mozart_-_Fandom, Amadeus_(1984), Ludwig
      van_Beethoven_-_Fandom, Beethoven_-_Fandom, Historical_RPF, Classical
      Music_RPF
  Relationship:
      Ludwig_van_Beethoven/Wolfgang_Amadeus_Mozart
  Character:
      Ludwig_van_Beethoven, Wolfgang_Amadeus_Mozart
  Additional Tags:
      It's_Mozart's_Birthday!, Birthday_Smut!, composers, mozart_-_Freeform,
      Beethoven, amadeus_-_Freeform, wolfgang_amadeus_mozart_-_Freeform, Ludwig
      van_Beethoven_-_Freeform
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-28 Words: 3800
****** Birthday Wishes ******
by starfishies
Summary
     Ludwig gets more than he bargained for when he moved in with the
     Mozarts in an effort to further his musical training.
      
     A smutty little number for my darling muse - her illustrations always
     inspire
     Happy Birthday darling!
 
 
 
"It's perfectly natural," he whispered gently as he soothed the boy. It was
already dark, but Ludwig could still make out the Maestro's lazy smile as he
continued to stroke the boy's stockings with a delicate rake of his knuckles,
"I am quite certain you'll enjoy it."

Propped up on his elbow, the Maestro looked rather casual for a man who prided
himself on his appearances. Spring had proven to be unseasonably warm that year
and by mid April Vienna was already blessed with much sunshine and summer like
temperatures. Ludwig, being from a rural outpost of a town, was unaccustomed to
wearing formal layers. Waistcoats, brocaded jackets, neck ties and lace cuffs,
it was all far too pompous for his own personal taste. However, while lodging
with the Mozarts, Ludwig was expected to follow a new routine which included
regular bathing, fresh linen daily and when out in public, most especially when
accompanying the Maestro, Ludwig was expected to dress accordingly. Sitting in
the staggering heat of the theatre while feeling the sweat roll down his back,
Ludwig couldn't help but question the Maestro's formal choice of attire,
regardless of how elegant it made him appear.

Mozart reassured the young pianist that looks were everything in Vienna, and
that displaying a sense of grace and refinement may help to elevate even the
most mediocre musician to a higher social standing. "Though you may resent
their rights by birth, you must eventually please the nobility if you wish to
have any success at all." For as juvenile and frivolous as the Maestro could
seem, Ludwig also knew that he held a great maturity about him and strong sense
of the world. Wolfgang was not often wrong.  

After another gruelling day at the theatre, Ludwig was happy to rid himself of
all but his linen shirt and breeches once he'd finally accompanied the Maestro
back to his apartments. He had been up since dawn, trailing behind the spritely
ginger haired composer as he trotted about town running various errands before
finally ending his journey at the state theatre just in time for his mid day
rehearsals.
Ludwig however, was exhausted already! The boy could barely keep his eyes open
as Wolfgang rehearsed his singers and made edits to his scores. Ludwig was
unceremoniously jolted from a moment's rest as his name was bellowed in
aggravation, "Apologies Maestro..." he'd bowed his head, a bright flush
colouring his cheeks. He'd been caught sleeping on the job, and Wolfgang was
not impressed. Pursing his lips, Wolfgang raised a curious eyebrow, "Awake
finally? Are you able to take dictation," Wolfgang sulked mockingly, "Or is the
boy too tired?"

Ludwig muttered under his breath, his green eyes looking submissively out from
under their dark lashes, "Yes Maestro, I can scribe." Ludwig was mortified as
he dug through his folio to find blank manuscript and ink. He vowed to stay
wide awake for the remainder of the rehearsal, lest he embarrass himself in
front of the Maestro again. However, that same rosy blush seemed to have
reappeared sometime later, albeit under different circumstances.

"I....I don't -" Ludwig stumbled over his nervousness, he was practically
trembling as the Maestro pressed a finger to his lips with a soft chuckle,
"Don't answer - just close your eyes."

Ludwig swallowed thickly feeling that Mozart's hand had stilled on his thigh
just above the knee. His eyes darted down to the delicate fingers that squeezed
gently, massaging through the fabric of his breeches. Nobody had ever touched
him so intimately before, man nor woman - not even his own mother. Not at least
that he could recall anyway.

"Maestro -" Ludwig began, with a timid quaver to his voice. He quickly cleared
his throat in hopes of ridding himself of the childish anxiousness, for he
barely recognized the sound of himself through the tremors! His cheeks were
beginning to burn again, he was suddenly thankful for the darkness of the room.
Mozart chewed his lip with a smirk, reaching out to tuck a stray lock of
Ludwig's dark curls back into place behind his ear, "...Yes?" he answered
sweetly as he stared at the boy with a devilish smile that dared Ludwig not to
permit whatever the Maestro had planned next.

It seemed that young Ludwig had lost his words. Paralyzed by Wolfgang's
presence, he instead lay on his side drawing shaking breaths, trying not to
pull away as he felt the foreign hands begin to explore his silhouette. They
traced a line front his knee to the point of his hip, stopping to squeeze the
hollow of his waist before dropping down to his button front trousers. Unable
to adequately protest, Ludwig simply lowered his eyes and whimpered
soundlessly. He had very limited experience in situations such as these, and
though the Maestro seemed to be at ease with the forbidden act, Ludwig couldn't
help but think of the consequences.

"What's the matter?" Mozart frowned, sensing the boy's apprehension. He inched
himself closer, their fronts practically touching. Ludwig cast his eyes
downward, noting the Maestro's shirt had been loosened to the navel and their
chests were now skin against skin. He felt the heat of him through what
remained of his clothing and their renewed closeness made him squirm with
uneasiness. Wolfgang had him backed against the wall that jutted up beside the
boy's narrow bed. At this point had Ludwig even wanted to escape, it would have
been quite impossible.    

Ludwig's belly churned with tension, both from want and need - as well as from
doubt and fear. At only 17, he knew very little of love and even less of lust.
Except of course, from what he had dreamt, and that most recently had been very
much about the man who was now pressed tightly against him. He knew that love
between two men was forbidden, both morally and by law. He was certain that
Herr Mozart was also quite aware.

And yet?

Here he was - and he seemed eager for Ludwig to reciprocate.

"It's alright, if you wish me gone, I'll leave at once." Wolfgang toyed with
the ties that hung loosely from the boy's shirt, twirling them round his finger
as he waited for his dismissal. Ludwig's heart sank at his words. He knew what
he should say, no - what he mustsay. He knew to turn his Maestro away, to send
him to bed - to admonish for ever having such a monstrous - no, bestial
thought! Regretfully, Ludwig could not find the strength.

Ludwig met his eye with a sad smile, his pretty green was dark with unspoken
turmoil. He knew what to say, he knew what to do - but something had stopped
him.

Or was it, that something didn't?

Mozart cocked his head to the side with a sly smile, unraveling the tie that
had wound itself around his finger. He chuckled softly, edging out the
remaining inches between them. Ludwig was frozen, unable to tear his gaze from
the large blue eyes that danced with mirth. Framed by a pretty pair of golden
lashes, the Maestro's face seemed almost feminine. His pale skin was luminous
in the dark, with only the dim light from the open window to define the outline
of his slender frame. His hair had fallen loose from his customary black ribbon
and it now fell softly over his shoulders, tumbling about in softened waves of
red and gold. It looked so soft, Ludwig longed to touch it.

Suddenly, Mozart frowned with a sigh and he began to pull away, making to leave
the bed all together. "Perhaps I misunderstood." He murmured in defeat as he
allowed his legs to dangle off the side of the bed for a moment, preparing the
slide down onto the cool wood plank floor. His normally proud shoulders were
slumped forward as he hung his head, studying the pattern of the hooked rug
beneath him briefly.
Ludwig bolted upright, his eyes suddenly wide with fear, "No!" he caught
Wolfgang's wrist with a desperate firmness that surprised even himself. He
mumbled remorsefully and quickly loosened his grip, staring wildly at the
Maestro who seemed to be equally as startled by the boy's sudden outburst. They
eyed each in the dark as a silent moment of understanding passed between them.
There was a brief reticence before Ludwig finally whispered most shyly, "Stay."

A slow smile spread across the Maestro's face as he slowly turned himself back
towards the boy. "Of course" he murmured softly, pawing his way towards him as
the boy willingly submitted. Allowing the Maestro to crawl over top of him,
Wolfgang managed sandwiched the boy between his thighs as he seated himself
atop his middle. Ludwig grunted under the weight of him but smiled, whatever it
was that his Maestro was after - he was not going to resist it any further.
"I'll be very gentle" Wolfgang murmured in the boy's ear before kissing him
sweetly, taking his time to feel the softness of his inexperienced lips. He was
tentative and somewhat awkward, but his innocence was intoxicating - Wolfgang
knew he had to control himself, if only for the boy's benefit. Ludwig whimpered
and squirmed under the new sensations, his lips parted ever so slightly, just
enough to encourage Wolfgang to explore further. He kissed and nibbled along
the boy's jaw, a faint suggestion of stubble tickled his nose teasingly as it
dragged along his skin. Wolfgang smiled to himself, he was quite delighted with
the boy already.

"You're amazing," Wolfgang's words came in laboured breaths between kisses,
trying to encourage the boy, stroking his sides in an effort to help him relax.
"So amazing."

Ludwig fussed softly as Wolfgang moved to remove the boy's top, tugging it up
over his head and tossing it to the floor without a care. Ludwig's eyes
followed it as it landed across the room, suddenly very conscious of his lack
of clothing. His arms quickly flew to fold across his chest causing Mozart to
laugh quite heartily, "You're going to lose a lot more than that soon enough,
not to worry.." he stroked the boy's cheek and kissed him chastely, "Watch,
I'll go first"

Mozart slid off the bed onto his feet, placing his hands squarely on his hips,
"See? Nothing to worry about." He first rid himself of his shirt and then in a
bit of a humorous hop, tugged his stockings free as well, discarding everything
into a rumpled pile. Ludwig sat up on his hands, watching Wolfgang undress with
great curiosity. Unfazed by the boy's onlooking, Wolfgang finally hooked his
thumbs into the waistband of his breeches and said with a silly grin, "This
part I may need your help for..."

Ludwig raised his eyebrows in confusion, but shimmied to the edge of the bed no
less, allowing Wolfgang to stand between his knees as he dangled his legs over
the edge. "We're going to play a game" Wolfgang threaded his fingers into the
boy's hair, pushing the thick tangled curls back from his face, "A game?"
Ludwig shook his head in bewilderment, "What game?"

Wolfgang chuckled, "Such a serious boy..." he murmured, half to himself,
running his thumb over Ludwig's swollen lips with a grin.

"Every time I kiss you, I want to you undo one of the buttons..." he guided the
boy's hand to the neat row of brass buttons that secured his breeches at the
waist, "Got it?"

Fingers trembling, Ludwig nodded slowly, eyes locked to Wolfgang's.

"Good boy" he bent down and whispered against his lips before kissing him
softly, feeling the nervous fingers twitch and fumble with the first of five
buttons. Wolfgang glanced down to see Ludwig's hand poised over the second, and
he grinned, "Smart boy" kissing him once more, this time cupping his face and
holding him to it, Ludwig allowed his eyes to flutter closed and Wolfgang
leaned into him, pushing him backwards until he lay under him, hands still
working to unfasten the last of the buttons.

"A hard worker..." Wolfgang chuckled between kisses, feeling Ludwig's hands
working between them to undo the remaining button in the dark. Ludwig whimpered
as Wolfgang moved to attack his neck, kissing and sucking the tender flesh at
its base, his fingers threaded their way into the sheets and twisted themselves
there to stave off the building excitement as Wolfgang teased his way down the
boy's chest. Ludwig panted softly and arched under him, feeling the coolness of
his tongue as it left a wet trail down the centre of his chest and lower still,
towards his belly.

He clutched the quilts and gritted his teeth as Wolfgang buried his nose in his
belly, nipping and teasing the soft dark hair that trailed up from his
breeches. Wolfgang groaned in approval, enjoying the sounds of Ludwig's
engagement, the boy was magnificent under him - all sweat and musk, blushing
and breathless.

Just the thought of taking him practically drove him mad.

He'd been planning this for weeks...

He quickly busied his hands with unfastening Ludwig's breeches, making quick
work of the buttons and ties, but as he began to tug them away from the boy's
hips there came a sudden yelp, "Wait!" his panicked voice stopped Wolfgang
cold. "Wait?" Mozart frowned, but this was best part! Wolfgang lamented, not
now Ludwig....only a little further...

Ludwig began to panic, regaining some sense of sobriety as the passions in his
head momentarily cleared, "I've never - I...um," he struggled to find the
words, but instead all he could do was blush and avert his gaze. Mozart
frowned, pawing at the unshed clothing, "It's all right - what are you worried
about? Have I hurt you?"

Ludwig shook his head, "No Maestro..." he murmured sheepishly, "It's just -"

"It's just ?" Wolfgang repeated back impatiently

Ludwig could only shrug, he didn't know how to say it! To say what? That he'd
never been naked in front of anyone before? That he hadn't been intimate
either? That until a few moments earlier, he'd never really been kissed? At
least not with such intensity...

Mozart smirked at him and slid his hands up to cup his face, "Ludwig - trust
me." He stroked the boy's cheeks affectionately, smiling with a sense of
protectiveness, "You're perfect"

Ludwig smiled sadly at him, as if he didn't believe a word he said - but he
desperately wanted to.

Mozart softened slightly at the boy's doubtfulness, "You've made me very happy"
he offered truthfully, his hand running freely of the boy's calf, "and...I've
wanted -" Wolfgang hesitated for a moment, thinking better of his words, "I've
wanted you since you first arrived."

An awkward silence fell between them.

 
"Me too."

Ludwig blushed with wild embarrassment.


Mozart smiled, beginning to tug the breeches from the boy's hips, bending down
to kiss him with a wash of relief. Ludwig quickly melted under him, shifted his
hips to allow the breeches to be pulled free, finally allowing himself to be
rid of the last barrier between them. Wolfgang groaned as he felt Ludwig's need
pressing against his belly with renewed urgency.

His lips crushed against the boy's hungrily as he pushed his own breeches down
past his knees, kicking them loose to the floor. "Tell me what comes next..."
Ludwig panted under him, eyes wide and fervent. Wolfgang searched his
expression seriously, "Are you certain?"

Ludwig scoffed with a gentle chuckle, "Well I'm naked now aren't I?"

Wolfgang began to chuckle, he supposed the boy did have a point.

"Quite right" he kissed him coyly, "Quite right..."

Mozart paused, thinking of how to best broach the next step - which, given his
shyness about undressing, was unlikely to go over well. "Ludwig - I need you to
close your eyes" Mozart smiled, tracing a finger down the boy's abdomen, "And
keep them closed...." Ludwig shivered under the touch of the wandering finger
and did as he was told, closing his eyes softly and lying back.

He suddenly felt the Maestro's lip on him,  on his belly, on his navel - tongue
licking, swirling and trailing across raised skin. He squirmed as he felt the
warmth breath from his mouth near the inside of his thigh, he cringed at what
the Maestro might think of thatpart of him, "No no - eyes closed." Wolfgang
instructed, seeing Ludwig peeking through one curious eye. Ludwig sighed and
flopped his head back against the pillow, willing himself not to die from
embarrassment.

 Suddenly he felt a great urge to thrash and squirm, something warm and wet
was, there.

Ludwig's eyes flew open and he winced as the sensation repeated itself,
"Maestro!" he whispered in a hiss, trying his best not to struggle against the
hands that held his thighs tightly in place, "Just close your eyes - and
relax.." his voice was muffled as his tongue worked him again, lapping against
his most intimate area. Ludwig was mortified by the grotesqueness of it, but
also by the fact that it felt undeniably good. He squirmed and groaned against
it, feeling a sticky wetness leaking against his belly as his want bobbed
freely. Only once was he brave enough to glance to the golden head that was
only partly visible between his thighs, he couldn't bear to watch, he squeezed
his eyes shut.

He moaned and bucked, feeling very restless under his Maestro's ministrations,
reaching to grip the sides of the pillow on which he rested. His breath hitched
as he felt something new press up against him, it was prodding and stroking,
then suddenly entering! All with a gentle wriggle of a digit. Ludwig grunted
and hissed, feeling Wolfgang's finger sliding in, readying him for what Ludwig
knew must be next.

"You're going to be just fine..." Wolfgang withdrew himself and crawled back up
over top of the boy, kneeling between his bent knees. "I promise." He kissed
him gingerly, enough for Ludwig to taste his own musk on his lips, the thought
of it making him shudder both with intrigue and slight aversion.

He shifted as Mozart hoisted his legs up over his hips, adjusting himself so
that he lay flat on his back. He exhaled slowly as he felt something press up
against him, pushing quite insistently against what was not a welcome
invitation. Ludwig winced and bit his lip as he felt himself give way. Wolfgang
moaned above him with great satisfaction as he was accepted, leaning down to
kiss the boy, practically delirious with joy. Ludwig lay there, watching the
Maestro's face turn from one of need to that of elation, a silly smile spread
across his lips, his eyes remained hooded and dark, he was suddenly curious
what it must feel like from up there..

 Mozart reached down and petted the boy's hair lovingly, stroking his cheek
with a sigh, "Alright?"

Ludwig shrugged and nodded simply, "Ya"  The truth was that he had imagined it
much worse! The Maestro's kisses, his gentle hands and his loving whispers had
so far made it quite worthwhile. Ludwig reached up and wrapped his arms around
his neck, pulling him down towards him, "Now kiss me" he boldly demanded.

Mozart was stunned by the boy's forwardness, but happily obliged, kissing him
softly as he withdrew just enough to slide back slowly, a gentle rocking of his
hips as he warmed Ludwig's thighs with his hands. His hands roamed freely over
his sides, over his arms and into his hair, rubbing, soothing, caressing most
every inch. He loved the feel of his skin, now cool in the night air, hairs
standing on end. He broke away from his lips to kiss his neck and throat,
teasing gentle mewls from him as his thrusts remained excruciatingly slow,
gently rocking into him with a practiced rhythm.

"Kiss me..." Ludwig whispered out to him, pulling the Maestro's attentions from
the boy's neck, "I am - I'm kiss-"

"No - kiss me"Ludwig grunted in frustration, pulling him by the shoulders until
they were nose to nose, "Usually pupils are not the ones to demand things
during their lessons..." Wolfgang chuckled, smiling down at the flush faced
young man, "But I suppose I can make an exception."

Wolfgang submitted to kissing the boy, accompanying the intensity of it with a
quickening of his thrusts, each jostle of which coaxed out soft whimpers and
grunts against his lips. He began to stroke the boy in rhythm with his thrusts,
causing him to buck and gasp, arching up into his hand eagerly. Wolfgang loved
seeing him so heated and wanton. Soon his tender and gentle caresses melted
into an increasingly needy and desperate drive to push him over the edge. It
didn't take long for Ludwig to come in his hand, oozing warm slickness that ran
down onto his belly as he gasped and shuddered. Wolfgang's thrusts became so
erratic that he feared at one point that he may hurt the boy, but his need for
release was far too great in that final moment to sympathize.

Ludwig squeezed his eyes shut as Wolfgang dug his fingers into his hips, his
thrusts becoming frantic and hurried. His breath coming in short bursts and
grunts, his body aching with tension. Ludwig winced at the building pain in his
side as Wolfgang's grip on his waist tightened, his wiry arms were shaking as
he finally choked and jerked forward. His hips stuttered and slowed as he was
rocked by waves of powerful spasms. He was coming, at least that much the boy
could recognize!

Ludwig lay breathlessly under him, watching with great fascination as his
Maestro let himself spill into him with a heavy groan and sigh. Ludwig had felt
that wash of relief before, but never at the hands of another. It was
incredible. It was ...indescribable. The closeness, the passion, the excitement
- it was exhilarating! Though not at all like he had imagined?

He smiled dreamily to himself.

He was in awe.  

Wolfgang panted and swayed wearily above him, leaning on shaking arms as they
remained joined. He sighed and chuckled, finally glancing up at the boy who'd
just given him everything. The Maestro's smile was affectionate, "You did it"
he grinned, climbing up beside him and stretching out. Ludwig blushed and
chewed his lip, "I suppose I did..." feeling Wolfgang's arms slid around his
waist. Wolfgang buried his nose in the boy's hair and breathed deeply. A sense
of great contentment washed over him as he held the boy close, his skin was
dewy with sweat, his brown hair wild from where Wolfgang's fingers had delved
into it, he was a beautiful mess.


A glorious, wonderful, brilliantly talented mess.  


And Mozart had made him that way.


 "And so, how did I do Maestro?" Ludwig looked up at him expectantly, his green
eyes trustful and optimistic.


Mozart only laughed, petting his hair affectionately, "You're a natural"
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