The Honeymooners- Chapter 17
Title: The Honeymooners- Chapter 17
Series: KKM
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: yaoi, oral, angst, cursing
Summary: Apology sex rocks my socks lol
Yuuri shaking my shoulders gently, cooing my name softly to rouse me wakes me up.
“Wolfram, wake up.” He says in a hush.
I shake my head to sift the sleepy haze that has settled in my mind. I look around and realize that I’m still on the beach. Since I’m still half asleep and very tired, I become incredibly confused. So I turn to Yuuri and blink lazily at him.
He smiles, a small blush strewn across his face, “You fell asleep on the beach.” He scoops me up off the beach and I snuggle into his warm body. “So cute,” he whispers as he carries back into the cottage.
As we make our way back inside, I feel myself wake up slowly. Memories start to flood back into my mind and, by the time we’re in the bedroom, I’m perturbed again.
When he lays me down, he frowns at my expression, then sighs, “And here I was, all happy that you were looking so cute from being groggy and you’re mad again.”
He lies down next to me, rolling over and propping his head on his hand. “Tell me why you’re made. Is it still because of the porn?”
Lolling my head to the side, I look him straight in the eye. He’s concerned, and most definitely confused. Since I won’t answer, he frowns and leans in, kissing me tenderly on the lips.
I honestly don’t know why I’m letting him kiss me. Maybe because I’m not really that mad. I know I’m not happy, though. A rash of unexplainable feelings are still lingering in my heart; exhaustion, confusion, resentment, and the feelings of being used and of worthlessness.
He pulls away, but only so far so that our lips aren’t touching. His warm breath presses against my lips in their place, leaving only a ghost of the previous sensation. A chilly hand cups my arm and slides down slowly, causing goose bumps to rise on my skin.
“Wolfram…”
His brow furrows in determination and I know he won’t relent. “There is no explanation for how I’m feeling,” my voice sounds so stoic, that it even makes me mentally balk, “Much like jealously, or even love. I’ve been trying to rationalize them, but I can’t. I’m sorry.”
I hope that my stiff, perhaps even formal, clarification will make him give up. But, apparently my listless, sharp words were not the ones he wanted to hear.
“But,” his lids become heavy as he becomes slightly dismayed, “You didn’t even tell me how you were feeling, or what you were feeling.”
I had been looking him in the eye the entire time, watching and waiting for him to show some sort of anger in my reluctant attitude. But he has continuously been calm, albeit gently forceful in making me reveal my emotions.
“I feel…I…” Why is it so hard to say?
Instead of getting impatient, he smiles genially, as if trying to encourage my response.
Fatigue makes my heart feel heavy. I feel exasperated in revealing my emotions, because he’s bound to be confused and I can’t explain anything to him. Being unable to explain makes me feel tired.
“I feel used, strangely enough. I’m a little sad, confused…I feel…worthless for some reason. Sorry.” I don’t know why I keep apologizing, either.
Yuuri is obviously shocked. “Oh…” he whispers, looking away for a second.
“Yuuri, I shouldn’t have…”
“No, I’m glad you did. Like I said the other day, I may not understand but I want to at least try to. This sort of thing…erotic entertainment, it isn’t a big deal to me because it’s a part of this world. I can see why it bothered you so much, since things like that don’t exist back home.
“It’s true that I used to watch it. Everyone watches it, I think. But, after I started having feelings for you, I didn’t need it anymore. I only watched it once during that time…for ‘educational’ purposes.” He finishes. He refuses to look back up at me, his eyes are trained on his hand on my arm and a bright blush is on his face.
“Educational?”
“Ah!” I don’t think he expected me to ask that question, stupid wimp. “Well! You see…it was…err”
“Spit it out, wimp.”
“It was gay porn, ok!?”
Now we’re both blushing.
He rolls away from me, facing the other wall to avoid my accusing stare. “It was a few months ago, I was curious. I wanted to know what it would be like if you and I…you know. Even though I watched it, I still didn’t really understand. So I gave up.”
Jealously wells up inside me, but I quickly stomp it back down. I have no right to be jealous of those damn moving pictures. “Why did you stop watching the heterosexual ones?”
His body stiffens as another obvious question takes him by surprise.
“Well, I was really confused at the time. I didn’t know if I was gay or anything. But also…” he trails off into a few sentences of soft mumbles.
I scoot closer to him, laying on my side and spooning him from behind as I peek over his shoulder. “What did you say?” I ask indicting.
He lets out a short moan when my body is touching his fully. I am able to see the profile of his face by looking over his shoulder. His eyes are squeezed shut, his eyebrows drawn together and trembling as his blush overwhelms his whole face. Aww, frustrated Yuuri is so cute.
“I didn’t need it anymore,” he hisses, “All I needed were my fantasies about you.”
That confession makes it so out faces match. My body stiffens and my heart beats a little faster. He thought about me like that…so he didn’t need…
Realization dawns on me, slowly but I get the picture. Oh man, do I get the picture. A rather graphic one of Yuuri alone, eyes closed in concentration, hand working the heated flesh between his thighs as he sighs my name, as visions of me dance behind his eyes.
Even though I’m tired and still a little upset, I can feel my body respond to the mental images. Embarrassment and heat course through my veins and arousal grows in my lower belly.
“So, you see,” he says shakily, “people use erotic videos to…pleasure themselves. But I haven’t watched one for that purpose in a long time.”
“Because you didn’t need to…” I repeat his previous statement, slight awe in my tone. I know that, when he confessed to me, he admitted harboring sexual feelings for me for quite some time. But I hadn’t thought that he thought of me so strongly or so much so that he could use it to…pleasure himself…
All at once, I feel like I did on our first night together. Just having discovered the depths for his lust for me, I lay behind him in anticipation. My rage and previous notions of worthlessness disappear as desire takes its place.
He moans audibly and rocks his hips back against my waist. I hadn’t even realized that I had an erection, or that it was pressed prominently against Yuuri’s behind.
I don’t know whether I should act upon our sudden predicament. I’m suddenly extremely turned on, but still feel that I should be offended by Shouri’s gift. I guess it’s all left up to my pride. While I’m normally a very prideful man, and would never engage in a sexual act after being insulted and hurt in such a way, Yuuri’s honesty and revealing confession makes my body yearn for him.
“Yuuri…” I whisper into his ear, reaching around his body to grope blindly at the forming bulge in his pants. He gasps at my sudden attention, but doesn’t say a word. I work his hardening flesh with slow rubs, inducing it into full length.
His breathing becomes labored and a small amount of sweat accumulates on the back of his neck. He starts to rub his ass on my manhood methodically, perhaps hoping to make me lose my senses and stop my assault on him.
I do stop and get up off the bed. He groans and rolls over quickly to see where I’m going.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.” I tell him as I strip off my clothes in haste.
His gaze becomes hungry as I crawl over the bed to him. I force him onto his back and start to remove his pants. He bats my hands away and kicks off said garment as fast as he can. The shirt follows the swiftly shed pair of pants on the floor.
When he’s fully nude, I clamber on top of him.
He reaches forward and wraps his hand around both of our erections, pressing them together. I grind my teeth and try to keep my eyes open as his stretched fingers start to move up and down over the sensitive skin of our combined organs. His knuckles start to turn white with strain because he’s having a hard time grasping us both.
Using the hand opposite of his, I grab our lengths as well, covering up the part his normal sized hand missed. My hips pivot in testy jerks as we simultaneously stimulate each other.
My head rolls back and I finally close my eyes. What I see behind closed lids disturbs me, but also sets my brain in motion. The brief image that appeared on the glass of the TV is still partially burned behind my eyes.
Two men, each of their faces buried in the crotch of the other, most likely orally pleasing the other man. I had never heard of people doing such a thing. It seemed strange, almost impersonal, but interesting non-the-less.
Yuuri’s guttural moan, one that reverberates through his entire body, finally brings my mind back to the task at hand. I roll my head forward again to give him a lazy, hungry look.
“Wolfram,” he gasps in between hitching breathes, “Are you still…mad?”
I almost laugh at his question. “Not really,” I reply, squeezing my hand on his and slowing his pace, “I’m flattered, to say the least. Although, I might kill your brother.”
He laughs a little, but his expression becomes pained when I release my grip on our combined erections. Planting my hands on both sides of his body, I use the new leverage to lean forward and kiss him clumsily.
He urgently clings to my shoulder with his free hand as he strokes us faster. “Nnngg…Yuuri!” I cry out when he moves from my lips to nibble on my jugular.
His hips jump up into mine and his tongue leaves a long trail of saliva up my neck and face as he licks towards my ear.
“Just like all my dreams come true,” he whispers huskily, clutching our hard organs tighter.
I can’t take it anymore! I moan loudly, arching my back as my body begins to shudder. I don’t want it to end like this. I want to taste him as he has tasted me. I become angry with myself for never having done it.
While I still have my wits about me, I gently pry his hand off of us. His eyes snap open and he glares at me, confused and almost angry that I would deny him pleasure.
I just smile at him, hoping it will come across as being sly and predatory. I swing one leg over him so I am on my knees beside him. I crawl so that I’m sitting at his feet, before I lift his legs so that they are bent and open. Then, I shimmy in between them a little, enough so that my face can reach his belly.
When I look up, I’m met with a surprised expression. Did he not think I would be so bold? Or is it because he’s in awe and anticipation of what might happen next?
I lower my head slowly, eyes glued to his as I make my descent. I want to make sure this is ok; any indication that he doesn’t want me to do this will cause me to halt. Or is it maybe that I’m looking for an excuse? Since I’ve never done this before, I’m feeling nervous.
I only manage to tear my eyes away from his when I feel his body heat radiate against my face as his genitalia comes within range. Suddenly a lump forms within my throat as what I’m about to do makes me anxious.
I let my tongue slip out from between my lips and sweep it softly over the tip of his erection. He gasps and his legs start to shake, as I’m sure he tries to keep himself from moving.
My tongue slides up the underside of his shaft and I inhale the thick scent of his manhood. His skin is hot and pliant against my tongue, moving with the brush of my tongue like when I trail my hand through calm water.
Pulling my tongue back into my mouth, I wet it more and return to him. I slide it up the underside of his shaft, this time slower and harder. He makes a sound, something like a gurgle, when I do this.
I’m not sure whether to take this as a positive or negative response, so I try something else. Opening my mouth, I slide the tip of his erection in; just enough to the head is completely engulfed. This time he emits a choked gasp and his hips do jerk forward, plowing his manhood into my mouth a bit more.
I start to panic from the unintentional intrusion. Should I take him in all the way? What should I do? Get off? Slow down, Wolfram. Remember what happened when he did it? He panicked and gagged. Just calm down and take it slow. Hold his hips down, maybe.
I place my hands on his upper thighs and force his hips back against the bed. He wriggles under me for a moment before he starts to calm down.
I take the tip of his manhood into my mouth again, rolling my tongue over the head languorously. Shaking and moaning ensues and he loses the battle against his body and his legs strain to push himself deeper into my mouth.
A wicked smile forms around his arousal as I revel in my delicious torture. Swallowing him further, I graciously wet my lips before retracting again. I continue to do this, taking him in more and more each time I go back. I get to a point where I don’t think I can swallow so I settle on sucking on the amount I can take.
“Oh Gods, Wolfram. That’s it, suck me.”
The tone of his voice, his words full of lust and raw sexuality…oh God…
My erection twitches and practically screams for me to touch it. But I can’t, I’m determined to finish my job.
I suck on him harder, grasping the bare part of his length and stroking it while my other hand continues to hold his hips down. I jump when I feel fingers curl in my sweat matted hair. I ignore them until they tighten and force my head down on him.
This time, instead of freaking out, I just relax my throat a little so it won’t hurt. I look up at him in aggravation but he’s barely aware of my displeasure.
The sight before me is alluring and sensual. My husband’s head is tossed back, his mouth agape as air rushes in and out of that passage. He subtly writhes, his back arching and straightening as he tries to keep from climaxing, if only for a little longer. I can feel his legs quivering on both sides of my head.
The sudden urge to bury myself deep within his body hits me hard.
I swallow him as far as I can and move my hand to his balls, massaging them lightly. I suck harder, bobbing my head up and down to affect the entirety of his length.
“Ahhh! Wolfr-ahh, I’m…unnngg coming!” he bellows, his grip on my hair contracting painfully on my scalp. His erection swells in my mouth, twitching wildly before he empties himself there. I block the back of my throat by lifting my tongue to my tonsils in order to catch his seed.
His body flops lifelessly back onto the bed when he finishes. I let his flaccid member fall from my mouth and search for a tissue to spit his seed in. The taste practically overwhelms me. It’s just too sour, too salty, too much and too fast.
Plucking a tissue from the box, I spit the contents of my mouth into it, crumple it up and throw it into the wastebasket. Then I make my way back up to him and lay next to him while he pants untamed to catch his breath.
All the while, my manhood pulses uncomfortably. I bite my lip and resist the urge to stroke myself. His legs fall limp on the sheets and one accidentally brushes me, making me gasp.
“Nnng…” I groan, trying to control the hormones running thickly through me. I can’t help it, I have to touch myself. I roll over so my back is towards Yuuri and I pump myself vigorously.
“Wolfram?” Yuuri calls softly.
I want to reply, but I know that if I open my mouth, all I will be able to do is let out a strangled cry. My breath is in quick pants as I work my heated flesh. He shifts behind me, disturbing my shuttering body.
He reaches around me and grabs the wrist of the hand that’s pleasuring me and pries my hand away. I whimper in discontent but he hushes me by seizing my rigid organ and stroking me harshly.
Air gets caught in my throat and I arch against him, pushing my head into the crook of his neck. My body shudders almost violently when he bites my neck and rubs the head of my erection with his thumb.
My orgasm hits me hard. “Uh uh uh UHHH!!” I scream, clutching at Yuuri’s hips behind me, probably leaving nail marks behind. He moans in my ear, and I can only barely hear it over my own incoherent cries and the heartbeat loud in my ears.
Finally my body becomes less taut and I lay wilted beside Yuuri. He lets go of my spent manhood, but his arm remains tossed over my side.
A heavy, relieved sigh passes past his lips and fills my ears. He kisses my shoulder where he bit me then leaves a line of butterfly kisses up my neck to my cheek.
I roll over and snuggle against his chest, tangling my legs with his. “I love you,” he says quietly, but with my ear pressed against his chest, it sounds like a loud rumble.
“Mmmm, love you too.” I coo, wrapping my arms around his waist and letting my eyes fall shut.
I can feel myself falling asleep but he rouses me with his twittering question. “So, you aren’t mad?”
I groan and lift my head to look him lazily in the eye. “Yuuri, I can’t say that I approve of these videos or that I will let you watch them, ever again. But I’m trying to be understanding here. If these things are normal, then there’s nothing that I can do. Also, it happened a while ago, and it’s not like I can change the past.”
Due to the fact that my words are calm and lack their usual, more angry bite to them, he seems to calm down quickly. “Ok…I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine.”
“Wolfram…”
“Yes?”
“…” He hesitates with his query. I hadn’t realized that I had let my eyes close and that I was falling asleep again, so I open my eyes as much as I can and acknowledge his presence.
His eyes are tired, probably like mine are, but he still seems alert. His face is flushed with unknown embarrassment, and my curiosity is heightened.
“You’re…better than any woman.”
He spits it out quickly, so I don’t think I heard it right. I squint my eye and my lip twists up in confusion. “What?”
“What I’m trying to say is that you’re better than any woman I could’ve ended up with if I hadn’t met you.”
I feel offended about his statement, but not for any particular reason. Maybe because he’s comparing me to a woman or maybe because he would actually think about not having met me.
I know that Yuuri is trying hard to pay me a compliment, but he’s just no good at it. An amused smile spread across my face and I feel at peace for some reason. I’m getting to know Yuuri better and am able to control my temper a little more, which makes me happy.
“You’re so lucky that I love you.” I say, a bit of laughter in my voice.
“EH!?” he cries out at my audacity and the tiny bit of laughter in my voice becomes a full blown chuckle.
I’m sure he doesn’t understand why I said that, but he laughs with me none-the-less. Eventually, we laugh ourselves into exhaustion and fall asleep in a sweaty heap on top of the covers of the double sized bed.
Series: KKM
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: yaoi, oral, angst, cursing
Summary: Apology sex rocks my socks lol
Yuuri shaking my shoulders gently, cooing my name softly to rouse me wakes me up.
“Wolfram, wake up.” He says in a hush.
I shake my head to sift the sleepy haze that has settled in my mind. I look around and realize that I’m still on the beach. Since I’m still half asleep and very tired, I become incredibly confused. So I turn to Yuuri and blink lazily at him.
He smiles, a small blush strewn across his face, “You fell asleep on the beach.” He scoops me up off the beach and I snuggle into his warm body. “So cute,” he whispers as he carries back into the cottage.
As we make our way back inside, I feel myself wake up slowly. Memories start to flood back into my mind and, by the time we’re in the bedroom, I’m perturbed again.
When he lays me down, he frowns at my expression, then sighs, “And here I was, all happy that you were looking so cute from being groggy and you’re mad again.”
He lies down next to me, rolling over and propping his head on his hand. “Tell me why you’re made. Is it still because of the porn?”
Lolling my head to the side, I look him straight in the eye. He’s concerned, and most definitely confused. Since I won’t answer, he frowns and leans in, kissing me tenderly on the lips.
I honestly don’t know why I’m letting him kiss me. Maybe because I’m not really that mad. I know I’m not happy, though. A rash of unexplainable feelings are still lingering in my heart; exhaustion, confusion, resentment, and the feelings of being used and of worthlessness.
He pulls away, but only so far so that our lips aren’t touching. His warm breath presses against my lips in their place, leaving only a ghost of the previous sensation. A chilly hand cups my arm and slides down slowly, causing goose bumps to rise on my skin.
“Wolfram…”
His brow furrows in determination and I know he won’t relent. “There is no explanation for how I’m feeling,” my voice sounds so stoic, that it even makes me mentally balk, “Much like jealously, or even love. I’ve been trying to rationalize them, but I can’t. I’m sorry.”
I hope that my stiff, perhaps even formal, clarification will make him give up. But, apparently my listless, sharp words were not the ones he wanted to hear.
“But,” his lids become heavy as he becomes slightly dismayed, “You didn’t even tell me how you were feeling, or what you were feeling.”
I had been looking him in the eye the entire time, watching and waiting for him to show some sort of anger in my reluctant attitude. But he has continuously been calm, albeit gently forceful in making me reveal my emotions.
“I feel…I…” Why is it so hard to say?
Instead of getting impatient, he smiles genially, as if trying to encourage my response.
Fatigue makes my heart feel heavy. I feel exasperated in revealing my emotions, because he’s bound to be confused and I can’t explain anything to him. Being unable to explain makes me feel tired.
“I feel used, strangely enough. I’m a little sad, confused…I feel…worthless for some reason. Sorry.” I don’t know why I keep apologizing, either.
Yuuri is obviously shocked. “Oh…” he whispers, looking away for a second.
“Yuuri, I shouldn’t have…”
“No, I’m glad you did. Like I said the other day, I may not understand but I want to at least try to. This sort of thing…erotic entertainment, it isn’t a big deal to me because it’s a part of this world. I can see why it bothered you so much, since things like that don’t exist back home.
“It’s true that I used to watch it. Everyone watches it, I think. But, after I started having feelings for you, I didn’t need it anymore. I only watched it once during that time…for ‘educational’ purposes.” He finishes. He refuses to look back up at me, his eyes are trained on his hand on my arm and a bright blush is on his face.
“Educational?”
“Ah!” I don’t think he expected me to ask that question, stupid wimp. “Well! You see…it was…err”
“Spit it out, wimp.”
“It was gay porn, ok!?”
Now we’re both blushing.
He rolls away from me, facing the other wall to avoid my accusing stare. “It was a few months ago, I was curious. I wanted to know what it would be like if you and I…you know. Even though I watched it, I still didn’t really understand. So I gave up.”
Jealously wells up inside me, but I quickly stomp it back down. I have no right to be jealous of those damn moving pictures. “Why did you stop watching the heterosexual ones?”
His body stiffens as another obvious question takes him by surprise.
“Well, I was really confused at the time. I didn’t know if I was gay or anything. But also…” he trails off into a few sentences of soft mumbles.
I scoot closer to him, laying on my side and spooning him from behind as I peek over his shoulder. “What did you say?” I ask indicting.
He lets out a short moan when my body is touching his fully. I am able to see the profile of his face by looking over his shoulder. His eyes are squeezed shut, his eyebrows drawn together and trembling as his blush overwhelms his whole face. Aww, frustrated Yuuri is so cute.
“I didn’t need it anymore,” he hisses, “All I needed were my fantasies about you.”
That confession makes it so out faces match. My body stiffens and my heart beats a little faster. He thought about me like that…so he didn’t need…
Realization dawns on me, slowly but I get the picture. Oh man, do I get the picture. A rather graphic one of Yuuri alone, eyes closed in concentration, hand working the heated flesh between his thighs as he sighs my name, as visions of me dance behind his eyes.
Even though I’m tired and still a little upset, I can feel my body respond to the mental images. Embarrassment and heat course through my veins and arousal grows in my lower belly.
“So, you see,” he says shakily, “people use erotic videos to…pleasure themselves. But I haven’t watched one for that purpose in a long time.”
“Because you didn’t need to…” I repeat his previous statement, slight awe in my tone. I know that, when he confessed to me, he admitted harboring sexual feelings for me for quite some time. But I hadn’t thought that he thought of me so strongly or so much so that he could use it to…pleasure himself…
All at once, I feel like I did on our first night together. Just having discovered the depths for his lust for me, I lay behind him in anticipation. My rage and previous notions of worthlessness disappear as desire takes its place.
He moans audibly and rocks his hips back against my waist. I hadn’t even realized that I had an erection, or that it was pressed prominently against Yuuri’s behind.
I don’t know whether I should act upon our sudden predicament. I’m suddenly extremely turned on, but still feel that I should be offended by Shouri’s gift. I guess it’s all left up to my pride. While I’m normally a very prideful man, and would never engage in a sexual act after being insulted and hurt in such a way, Yuuri’s honesty and revealing confession makes my body yearn for him.
“Yuuri…” I whisper into his ear, reaching around his body to grope blindly at the forming bulge in his pants. He gasps at my sudden attention, but doesn’t say a word. I work his hardening flesh with slow rubs, inducing it into full length.
His breathing becomes labored and a small amount of sweat accumulates on the back of his neck. He starts to rub his ass on my manhood methodically, perhaps hoping to make me lose my senses and stop my assault on him.
I do stop and get up off the bed. He groans and rolls over quickly to see where I’m going.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.” I tell him as I strip off my clothes in haste.
His gaze becomes hungry as I crawl over the bed to him. I force him onto his back and start to remove his pants. He bats my hands away and kicks off said garment as fast as he can. The shirt follows the swiftly shed pair of pants on the floor.
When he’s fully nude, I clamber on top of him.
He reaches forward and wraps his hand around both of our erections, pressing them together. I grind my teeth and try to keep my eyes open as his stretched fingers start to move up and down over the sensitive skin of our combined organs. His knuckles start to turn white with strain because he’s having a hard time grasping us both.
Using the hand opposite of his, I grab our lengths as well, covering up the part his normal sized hand missed. My hips pivot in testy jerks as we simultaneously stimulate each other.
My head rolls back and I finally close my eyes. What I see behind closed lids disturbs me, but also sets my brain in motion. The brief image that appeared on the glass of the TV is still partially burned behind my eyes.
Two men, each of their faces buried in the crotch of the other, most likely orally pleasing the other man. I had never heard of people doing such a thing. It seemed strange, almost impersonal, but interesting non-the-less.
Yuuri’s guttural moan, one that reverberates through his entire body, finally brings my mind back to the task at hand. I roll my head forward again to give him a lazy, hungry look.
“Wolfram,” he gasps in between hitching breathes, “Are you still…mad?”
I almost laugh at his question. “Not really,” I reply, squeezing my hand on his and slowing his pace, “I’m flattered, to say the least. Although, I might kill your brother.”
He laughs a little, but his expression becomes pained when I release my grip on our combined erections. Planting my hands on both sides of his body, I use the new leverage to lean forward and kiss him clumsily.
He urgently clings to my shoulder with his free hand as he strokes us faster. “Nnngg…Yuuri!” I cry out when he moves from my lips to nibble on my jugular.
His hips jump up into mine and his tongue leaves a long trail of saliva up my neck and face as he licks towards my ear.
“Just like all my dreams come true,” he whispers huskily, clutching our hard organs tighter.
I can’t take it anymore! I moan loudly, arching my back as my body begins to shudder. I don’t want it to end like this. I want to taste him as he has tasted me. I become angry with myself for never having done it.
While I still have my wits about me, I gently pry his hand off of us. His eyes snap open and he glares at me, confused and almost angry that I would deny him pleasure.
I just smile at him, hoping it will come across as being sly and predatory. I swing one leg over him so I am on my knees beside him. I crawl so that I’m sitting at his feet, before I lift his legs so that they are bent and open. Then, I shimmy in between them a little, enough so that my face can reach his belly.
When I look up, I’m met with a surprised expression. Did he not think I would be so bold? Or is it because he’s in awe and anticipation of what might happen next?
I lower my head slowly, eyes glued to his as I make my descent. I want to make sure this is ok; any indication that he doesn’t want me to do this will cause me to halt. Or is it maybe that I’m looking for an excuse? Since I’ve never done this before, I’m feeling nervous.
I only manage to tear my eyes away from his when I feel his body heat radiate against my face as his genitalia comes within range. Suddenly a lump forms within my throat as what I’m about to do makes me anxious.
I let my tongue slip out from between my lips and sweep it softly over the tip of his erection. He gasps and his legs start to shake, as I’m sure he tries to keep himself from moving.
My tongue slides up the underside of his shaft and I inhale the thick scent of his manhood. His skin is hot and pliant against my tongue, moving with the brush of my tongue like when I trail my hand through calm water.
Pulling my tongue back into my mouth, I wet it more and return to him. I slide it up the underside of his shaft, this time slower and harder. He makes a sound, something like a gurgle, when I do this.
I’m not sure whether to take this as a positive or negative response, so I try something else. Opening my mouth, I slide the tip of his erection in; just enough to the head is completely engulfed. This time he emits a choked gasp and his hips do jerk forward, plowing his manhood into my mouth a bit more.
I start to panic from the unintentional intrusion. Should I take him in all the way? What should I do? Get off? Slow down, Wolfram. Remember what happened when he did it? He panicked and gagged. Just calm down and take it slow. Hold his hips down, maybe.
I place my hands on his upper thighs and force his hips back against the bed. He wriggles under me for a moment before he starts to calm down.
I take the tip of his manhood into my mouth again, rolling my tongue over the head languorously. Shaking and moaning ensues and he loses the battle against his body and his legs strain to push himself deeper into my mouth.
A wicked smile forms around his arousal as I revel in my delicious torture. Swallowing him further, I graciously wet my lips before retracting again. I continue to do this, taking him in more and more each time I go back. I get to a point where I don’t think I can swallow so I settle on sucking on the amount I can take.
“Oh Gods, Wolfram. That’s it, suck me.”
The tone of his voice, his words full of lust and raw sexuality…oh God…
My erection twitches and practically screams for me to touch it. But I can’t, I’m determined to finish my job.
I suck on him harder, grasping the bare part of his length and stroking it while my other hand continues to hold his hips down. I jump when I feel fingers curl in my sweat matted hair. I ignore them until they tighten and force my head down on him.
This time, instead of freaking out, I just relax my throat a little so it won’t hurt. I look up at him in aggravation but he’s barely aware of my displeasure.
The sight before me is alluring and sensual. My husband’s head is tossed back, his mouth agape as air rushes in and out of that passage. He subtly writhes, his back arching and straightening as he tries to keep from climaxing, if only for a little longer. I can feel his legs quivering on both sides of my head.
The sudden urge to bury myself deep within his body hits me hard.
I swallow him as far as I can and move my hand to his balls, massaging them lightly. I suck harder, bobbing my head up and down to affect the entirety of his length.
“Ahhh! Wolfr-ahh, I’m…unnngg coming!” he bellows, his grip on my hair contracting painfully on my scalp. His erection swells in my mouth, twitching wildly before he empties himself there. I block the back of my throat by lifting my tongue to my tonsils in order to catch his seed.
His body flops lifelessly back onto the bed when he finishes. I let his flaccid member fall from my mouth and search for a tissue to spit his seed in. The taste practically overwhelms me. It’s just too sour, too salty, too much and too fast.
Plucking a tissue from the box, I spit the contents of my mouth into it, crumple it up and throw it into the wastebasket. Then I make my way back up to him and lay next to him while he pants untamed to catch his breath.
All the while, my manhood pulses uncomfortably. I bite my lip and resist the urge to stroke myself. His legs fall limp on the sheets and one accidentally brushes me, making me gasp.
“Nnng…” I groan, trying to control the hormones running thickly through me. I can’t help it, I have to touch myself. I roll over so my back is towards Yuuri and I pump myself vigorously.
“Wolfram?” Yuuri calls softly.
I want to reply, but I know that if I open my mouth, all I will be able to do is let out a strangled cry. My breath is in quick pants as I work my heated flesh. He shifts behind me, disturbing my shuttering body.
He reaches around me and grabs the wrist of the hand that’s pleasuring me and pries my hand away. I whimper in discontent but he hushes me by seizing my rigid organ and stroking me harshly.
Air gets caught in my throat and I arch against him, pushing my head into the crook of his neck. My body shudders almost violently when he bites my neck and rubs the head of my erection with his thumb.
My orgasm hits me hard. “Uh uh uh UHHH!!” I scream, clutching at Yuuri’s hips behind me, probably leaving nail marks behind. He moans in my ear, and I can only barely hear it over my own incoherent cries and the heartbeat loud in my ears.
Finally my body becomes less taut and I lay wilted beside Yuuri. He lets go of my spent manhood, but his arm remains tossed over my side.
A heavy, relieved sigh passes past his lips and fills my ears. He kisses my shoulder where he bit me then leaves a line of butterfly kisses up my neck to my cheek.
I roll over and snuggle against his chest, tangling my legs with his. “I love you,” he says quietly, but with my ear pressed against his chest, it sounds like a loud rumble.
“Mmmm, love you too.” I coo, wrapping my arms around his waist and letting my eyes fall shut.
I can feel myself falling asleep but he rouses me with his twittering question. “So, you aren’t mad?”
I groan and lift my head to look him lazily in the eye. “Yuuri, I can’t say that I approve of these videos or that I will let you watch them, ever again. But I’m trying to be understanding here. If these things are normal, then there’s nothing that I can do. Also, it happened a while ago, and it’s not like I can change the past.”
Due to the fact that my words are calm and lack their usual, more angry bite to them, he seems to calm down quickly. “Ok…I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine.”
“Wolfram…”
“Yes?”
“…” He hesitates with his query. I hadn’t realized that I had let my eyes close and that I was falling asleep again, so I open my eyes as much as I can and acknowledge his presence.
His eyes are tired, probably like mine are, but he still seems alert. His face is flushed with unknown embarrassment, and my curiosity is heightened.
“You’re…better than any woman.”
He spits it out quickly, so I don’t think I heard it right. I squint my eye and my lip twists up in confusion. “What?”
“What I’m trying to say is that you’re better than any woman I could’ve ended up with if I hadn’t met you.”
I feel offended about his statement, but not for any particular reason. Maybe because he’s comparing me to a woman or maybe because he would actually think about not having met me.
I know that Yuuri is trying hard to pay me a compliment, but he’s just no good at it. An amused smile spread across my face and I feel at peace for some reason. I’m getting to know Yuuri better and am able to control my temper a little more, which makes me happy.
“You’re so lucky that I love you.” I say, a bit of laughter in my voice.
“EH!?” he cries out at my audacity and the tiny bit of laughter in my voice becomes a full blown chuckle.
I’m sure he doesn’t understand why I said that, but he laughs with me none-the-less. Eventually, we laugh ourselves into exhaustion and fall asleep in a sweaty heap on top of the covers of the double sized bed.