[FIC] Just Keep Touching.
Title: Just Keep Touching.
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou.
Warnings: Incest, Dub-con. Set right after ep 27, first of the Betrayal arc.
Characters/couples: Gwendal/Wolfram.
Summary: Gwendal had nothing but a moment where he could've stopped Wolfram from taking this even further.
Rating: NC17.
Notes: Written for springkink: Kyou Kara Maou, Gwendal/Wolfram: Incest, manipulation - "The obvious is that which is never seen until someone expresses it simply."
Just Keep Touching.
Your hands on me; Pressing hard against your jeans
Your tongue in my mouth, trying to keep the words from coming out
You didn't care to know who else may have been you before
"Lover I Don't Have to Love", Bright Eyes.
Gwendal knows he should stop Wolfram before it's too late, but he also thinks that it might already be too late to stop. It might've been too late from the moment they went to town and found out the burnt church, the scared child, the missing king and the dead brother.
He isn't hard when Wolfram manages to open his trousers, but his touch is firm and certain, different sword calluses than his own making Gwendal's skin feel too tight, and Wolfram leans forward, licks and nuzzles against his cock, licks at his balls and sucks them into his mouth and Gwendal focuses on just breathing as he feels his cock get hard at Wolfram's attention.
Gwendal had nothing but a moment where he could've stopped Wolfram from taking this even further, but then Wolfram's eyes are looking at him again and it's the same look he had given when he came inside his studio, a look reminascent of when Wolfram had been younger and much more honest; his eyes begged for something to keep him sane, just showing how broken hearted he was.
And again, just like he had done when he hadn't said no immediately and he had knelt between his legs, now Wolfram takes him in his mouth and Gwendal's breath catches, thighs flexing and fingers curling on his chair rather than on his brother's pale hair. He can't help but look towards Wolfram, though, notice how stretched his lips seem around his cock and how the tongue craddles his arousal, one of Wolfram's hands curled around the base of his cock and Gwendal's breath catches again when he sees that Wolfram's other hand seems to be between Wolfram's own legs, moving quickly.
Gwendal closes his eyes and grits his teeth and tries to just focus on how good and warm Wolfram's mouth is, how good it feels when his tongue flickers over the head rather than to think that it's his brother who's taking his cock in his mouth. He moves a hand to the nape of Wolfram's neck just to hold on, focusing just on what felt good to try and come soon, hoping that Wolfram'd come soon, too.
Wolfram had needed this, had asked of this from him, had needed some reassurance that he couldn't understand because it had always been Conrad the one to understand their younger brother's moods. Gwendal had just seen Wolfram's eyes darkened and swollen and had known he couldn't say no to whatever it was that Wolfram was going to request.
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou.
Warnings: Incest, Dub-con. Set right after ep 27, first of the Betrayal arc.
Characters/couples: Gwendal/Wolfram.
Summary: Gwendal had nothing but a moment where he could've stopped Wolfram from taking this even further.
Rating: NC17.
Notes: Written for springkink: Kyou Kara Maou, Gwendal/Wolfram: Incest, manipulation - "The obvious is that which is never seen until someone expresses it simply."
Just Keep Touching.
Your hands on me; Pressing hard against your jeans
Your tongue in my mouth, trying to keep the words from coming out
You didn't care to know who else may have been you before
"Lover I Don't Have to Love", Bright Eyes.
Gwendal knows he should stop Wolfram before it's too late, but he also thinks that it might already be too late to stop. It might've been too late from the moment they went to town and found out the burnt church, the scared child, the missing king and the dead brother.
He isn't hard when Wolfram manages to open his trousers, but his touch is firm and certain, different sword calluses than his own making Gwendal's skin feel too tight, and Wolfram leans forward, licks and nuzzles against his cock, licks at his balls and sucks them into his mouth and Gwendal focuses on just breathing as he feels his cock get hard at Wolfram's attention.
Gwendal had nothing but a moment where he could've stopped Wolfram from taking this even further, but then Wolfram's eyes are looking at him again and it's the same look he had given when he came inside his studio, a look reminascent of when Wolfram had been younger and much more honest; his eyes begged for something to keep him sane, just showing how broken hearted he was.
And again, just like he had done when he hadn't said no immediately and he had knelt between his legs, now Wolfram takes him in his mouth and Gwendal's breath catches, thighs flexing and fingers curling on his chair rather than on his brother's pale hair. He can't help but look towards Wolfram, though, notice how stretched his lips seem around his cock and how the tongue craddles his arousal, one of Wolfram's hands curled around the base of his cock and Gwendal's breath catches again when he sees that Wolfram's other hand seems to be between Wolfram's own legs, moving quickly.
Gwendal closes his eyes and grits his teeth and tries to just focus on how good and warm Wolfram's mouth is, how good it feels when his tongue flickers over the head rather than to think that it's his brother who's taking his cock in his mouth. He moves a hand to the nape of Wolfram's neck just to hold on, focusing just on what felt good to try and come soon, hoping that Wolfram'd come soon, too.
Wolfram had needed this, had asked of this from him, had needed some reassurance that he couldn't understand because it had always been Conrad the one to understand their younger brother's moods. Gwendal had just seen Wolfram's eyes darkened and swollen and had known he couldn't say no to whatever it was that Wolfram was going to request.