Chaleur (Kyou Kara Maou! ~ Shibuya Yuuri/Wolfram von Bielefeld ~ #12)
Title: Chaleur
Author: sofia__
Pairing: Shibuya Yuuri/Wolfram von Bielefeld
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou!
Theme: #12 ~ In a Good Mood
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
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Chaleur
warmth of love
Yuuri couldn’t remember when was the last time he had been in such a good mood.
Maybe it was when he had made his first homerun. No, he thought against it, this is much better.
Or that time when he had adopted Greta. That was an amazing thing to happen, Yuuri mused, but somehow… This is just - so, so good.
He glanced down at the sleeping figure next to him. The Maou reached out to stroke the white golden hair, slowly sliding his hand lower to the pale cheek. Wolfram sighed almost inaudibly and leaned into Yuuri’s touch. The young king caressed his silky skin with his fingertips, feeling the warmth radiate to him invitingly. Yuuri smiled and trailed his finger over an elegant jaw line, over a soft lower lip and traced the curve of his husband’s upper lip. He lifted his hand a bit to slide up the bridge of his nose. Yuuri pushed the golden bangs gently off his forehead and followed the subtle arc of his slightly darker eyebrow. Wolfram's brow creased in the most delicate way when Yuuri's finger traveled over his long lashes.
Wolfram's face was like a canvas and Yuuri was the artist drawing his masterpiece on it.
"But there isn't a masterpiece more beautiful than you," Yuuri whispered and tilted his head enough to give Wolfram's temple a tender and lingering kiss. He pulled away slowly and was about to get out of bed, when he felt a strong hand grip his wrist. He turned around to see a deviously smirking Wolfram looking up at him hungrily.
"You call that a "good morning" kiss?" he sneered and yanked Yuuri by his wrist.
Yuuri gave him a wide grin and let himself be pulled back under the comfortable covers and even a more comfortable blanket called Wolfram.
Before Wolfram's lips touched Yuuri's, the Maou pressed his finger on the eager mouth of the prince. Wolfram gave him a disapproving look and attempted to bite the fingers. Yuuri laughed.
"You're my aphrodisiac, you know?" he murmured and wrapped his arms around his husband's neck.
Wolfram chuckled. "I know, Yuuri," the blonde replied and crushed his lips against Yuuri's in a passionate kiss.
I think there never had been a last time, Yuuri vaguely thought as his hands tried to touch as much of Wolfram as they could, because there was no Wolfram.
~owari~
Author: sofia__
Pairing: Shibuya Yuuri/Wolfram von Bielefeld
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou!
Theme: #12 ~ In a Good Mood
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Beta-read by sentire. Thanks!
Chaleur
warmth of love
Yuuri couldn’t remember when was the last time he had been in such a good mood.
Maybe it was when he had made his first homerun. No, he thought against it, this is much better.
Or that time when he had adopted Greta. That was an amazing thing to happen, Yuuri mused, but somehow… This is just - so, so good.
He glanced down at the sleeping figure next to him. The Maou reached out to stroke the white golden hair, slowly sliding his hand lower to the pale cheek. Wolfram sighed almost inaudibly and leaned into Yuuri’s touch. The young king caressed his silky skin with his fingertips, feeling the warmth radiate to him invitingly. Yuuri smiled and trailed his finger over an elegant jaw line, over a soft lower lip and traced the curve of his husband’s upper lip. He lifted his hand a bit to slide up the bridge of his nose. Yuuri pushed the golden bangs gently off his forehead and followed the subtle arc of his slightly darker eyebrow. Wolfram's brow creased in the most delicate way when Yuuri's finger traveled over his long lashes.
Wolfram's face was like a canvas and Yuuri was the artist drawing his masterpiece on it.
"But there isn't a masterpiece more beautiful than you," Yuuri whispered and tilted his head enough to give Wolfram's temple a tender and lingering kiss. He pulled away slowly and was about to get out of bed, when he felt a strong hand grip his wrist. He turned around to see a deviously smirking Wolfram looking up at him hungrily.
"You call that a "good morning" kiss?" he sneered and yanked Yuuri by his wrist.
Yuuri gave him a wide grin and let himself be pulled back under the comfortable covers and even a more comfortable blanket called Wolfram.
Before Wolfram's lips touched Yuuri's, the Maou pressed his finger on the eager mouth of the prince. Wolfram gave him a disapproving look and attempted to bite the fingers. Yuuri laughed.
"You're my aphrodisiac, you know?" he murmured and wrapped his arms around his husband's neck.
Wolfram chuckled. "I know, Yuuri," the blonde replied and crushed his lips against Yuuri's in a passionate kiss.
I think there never had been a last time, Yuuri vaguely thought as his hands tried to touch as much of Wolfram as they could, because there was no Wolfram.
~owari~