FTM Italy
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His large hand slid down Feliciano's stomach, blunt fingers hooking decisively into the waistband of Feliciano's trousers. The sudden friction at his waist caused Feliciano's breath to catch in his throat, a cold spike of panic piercing through the intoxicating fog of lust. His heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped bird. I should have told him before this, the thought screamed through his mind, sudden and terrifying. We're about to take everything off, and I waited too long. What if he stops? What if he's disgusted? What if he doesn't want me anymore?
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- Part 1 of FTM Italy
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Feliciano had fought so fiercely to inhabit his manhood, to claim the title of man not as an imitation of others, but as an undeniable truth of his own soul. He had believed himself past the reach of such petty doubts, proud of the aesthetic grace that allowed him to embrace lace and silk without surrendering an inch of his identity. Now, sitting alone on the edge of the mattress, his knuckles turned white as he bunched the skirt in trembling fists, wondering if every eye in the summit had looked upon his tailored beauty and seen only a masquerade.
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- Part 2 of FTM Italy
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Just a short fluffy drabble of Germany taking care of Italy after he wore his binder too long
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- Part 3 of FTM Italy
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Ludwig let out a low, breathless chuckle against Feliciano’s neck, carefully sliding out of him with a soft, wet sound before wrapping his powerful arms beneath Feliciano’s back and knees, pulling him up into a secure, chest-to-chest embrace. “You are an absolute menace to my productivity,” Ludwig murmured fondly, pressing a gentle, reverent kiss to the tip of Feliciano’s nose. “And there isn't a single thing I would change.”
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- Part 4 of FTM Italy