~*~friendly reminder~*~ (◡ ‿ ◡ ✿) - FFA Post # 317
There's a new critter who's just moved into the compound. Please ignore him if he attempts to bum a cigarette from you. He's trying to quit, and the second-hand smoke aggravates Ginger's asthma something fierce. Please don't enable his bad habits!*
*He knows where the smoking section is. He's just not willing to pass the Kraken to get to it.
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*He knows where the smoking section is. He's just not willing to pass the Kraken to get to it.
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"Well, it's not like I go around practicing with people!" Yuuri said heatedly.
Wolfram's fingers curled around the base of Yuuri's neck. "You should practice with me."
"You shouldn't insult people if you're planning to keep kissing them," Yuuri grumbled.
Their noses brushed against each other. "Shut up and pay attention," Wolfram breathed, his lips moving against Yuuri's.
The urge to strangle Wolfram slowly faded as the kiss deepened and Yuuri began to experiment. Evidently he did something right, because Wolfram let out a low moan and pulled him closer.
This time when they separated, Yuuri couldn't help but notice he was feeling distinctly hot and bothered. I like girls, he thought, faintly. I know I like girls, but… I like kissing Wolfram too.
Wolfram was still panting, his face shadowed in the dim light. Their eyes met, and with a jolt, Yuuri realized the blond was gazing at him with pure, desperate desire.
Wolfram wanted him. The thought was simultaneously terrifying and exhilarating. Wolfram wanted… things that Yuuri barely understood, or at least had tried very hard not to think about.
He was beginning to have a few ideas now, blood rushing to his groin as his gaze wandered to Wolfram's alluring mouth. "You know, you really are pretty, Wolfram."
Wolfram's cheeks colored. "Shut up," he muttered, tugging at Yuuri's collar until the top button came undone. Yuuri grinned, and was about to tease him about being prettier than his mother when Wolfram licked his neck.
Yuuri's gasp of surprise turned into a groan as Wolfram took sensitive flesh between his teeth, sucking and biting in a way that Yuuri would never have imagined could feel as good as it did.
One of his hands was on Wolfram's shoulder-- he wasn't sure what to do with the other one. Gingerly, he slid it down Wolfram's back. A shiver ran down Yuuri's spine as Wolfram sighed against his shoulder. He had no idea where this was going-- he should probably stop things before they got… out of control.
But part of him didn't want to stop things, not when Wolfram was slowly but surely unbuttoning his shirt, trailing kisses down the exposed skin. Not when Wolfram's hands were getting lower and lower, and Yuuri's breath was coming in quick pants as he tried not to think of where those hands could go. Where he definitely wasn't ready for those hands to go. "Wolfram, stop."
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