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[goldenbishounen]

[Day 14, 5:34pm]

After my encounter with the Shinou early in the morning, it is my first impulse to leave the castle, but not as he had suggested. I had thought instead to chase after Greta as I had originally intended. However, I somehow find myself lingering in random places, telling myself that I am waiting for a chance to sneak into Yuuri's

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[yuuri_maou]

With a low purr, he licks away a bead a sweat that slides down Wolfram’s neck. Beginning to plaster against his pale skin, Wolfram’s hair lays in dark gold enticing curls. Beautiful, beautiful boy. Wolfram moves closer insistently, and he presses his hand firmly into the small of the boy’s back, holding him forcefully in place, though his fiancé has no interest in leaving, and trusts against him several times in reward.

His dark head dips lower, sucking on the long cords of Wolfram’s neck and flicking his tongue at his collarbone like an adolescent panther with cream. Their standing position does not lend well to tasting every inch of his fiance’s fair skin, but there will be time for that later. His hand on Wolfram’s hip slides down, marveling at the smooth feeling. The boy’s underwear is soft too, but he likes his skin better, and pulls the last barrier of material down (and at one part, up and over before down), nudging it down his thighs.

There just seems something distasteful of using spit to ease his lovely intended’s pain, and he reaches down between them instead, gathering the few drops of fluid from Wolfram and spreading it thinly over his fingers. The makeshift lubricant is so precious that he doesn’t risk it rubbing off on Wolfram’s skin before he gets where he wants to be, and so uses the heel of his palm pressed into the curve of the demon’s back to guide his way between Wolfram’s legs. There is a soft grunt and Wolfram’s body jerks forward against him, rising up on tiptoe to escape the invasion while trying to move his legs apart a little more to let his finger in.

“My shirt,” he commands, mouth against the panting boy’s ear. “Remove it.”

[goldenbishounen]

He isn't expecting the sudden invasion of Yuuri's finger, and his breath turns to a thin panting as he pushes up in an attempt at escape, feet sliding on the floor and parting his legs a little further. At first, he's so focused on the faint burning stretch that he doesn't make much sense of the words Yuuri speaks against his ear. He whimpers, fingers clenching on shoulders until the initial discomfort eases off into something not yet comfortable, but no longer more than an almost pleasant ache.

Eyes he hadn't realized he'd closed open, and he presses shaky kisses down the line of Yuuri's jaw as his fingers flex and release their grip and his hands move to the buttons on Yuuri's shirt. He works at the fastenings, gasping and fumbling at one point, when Yuuri's fingers twist inside him. It's all he can do to force weak knees to make him stay upright, and the second he has the last button undone, he pushes the shirt off Yuuri's shoulders as far as he can. Then he locks trembling arms around the Maou's neck, lowering his head to keen against his lover's collarbone as he pushes back against the steadily mounting insistent pressure of Yuuri's touch.

"Yuuri, I ca--" his voice hitches, a shudder sliding down his spine as his hips sway, unable to choose between the pleasant friction of Yuuri against him, or the demand to open himself further to Yuuri's fingers. Lost to words, he voices a breathless, pleading moan instead, hands curling and nails digging red crescents into the skin of Yuuri's back.

[yuuri_maou]

Wolfram is hot and dry deep inside; a tight, welcoming heat that’s only his. Just waiting for him, like he’s always been waiting for him. It makes him want to throw the boy to the floor and mount him now, forgoing any system of love-making for violent animal need. Wolfram is not helping his restraint either. For his hunger, dark and insatiable, rises with every little sound Wolfram makes, and he twists his fingers quickly within the boy to draw out the little songs his bird can play. Yuuri would be appalled. He wants his little lover to feel this in the morning.

Wolfram trembles in his arms, the demon’s slender body starting to take control as his control wavers, and the Maou considers for a moment driving the boy higher until he’s near tears, sobbing and begging for him. But he doesn’t like the risk he runs at the fire demon finishing before he can even get in him, and pushes Wolfram’s shoulders back against the wall before withdrawing his fingers completely from their fiance’s body. The blonde demon whines loudly in protest and he bathes the young man’s neck with his velvety tongue, momentarily soothing his frustration while he reaches down and releases himself from the black uniform trousers he wears.

“Brace yourself,” he purrs into Wolfram’s hair, running his hand down his fiance’s skin while one hand rests securely at his waist. “Now.” In one quick motion, he slings his arm under Wolfram’s knee and lifts one long, shapely leg up and out to the side, fitting himself up against the gasping boy and between his legs. He thrusts, burying himself hard and fast, Wolfram holding on for dear life.

[goldenbishounen]

The Maou's words do not serve as warning enough, and the noise that forces its way out of his throat is a sort of keening howl. He jerks, the rough surface of the wall scraping his back as the leg he stands on gives way. Shaking, his hands fist in Yuuri's hair, pulling without thinking about what he's doing.

His breath is harsh, desperate, like someone just released from the icy threat of drowning; he clings to the lifeline Yuuri offers, wrapping his leg over Yuuri's hip. His back curves, and his mouth finds skin, teeth clenching on the point where Yuuri's neck and shoulder join. The whimpers that still escape him are muffled, and slowly the shock of Yuuri's entry into his body eases.

His hips shift, heel pressing hard into Yuuri's lower back as his mouth comes free of Yuuri's skin with a soft, wet noise. Gasping breath plays across the damp, red spot before he lifts his head and licks clumsily at the edges of Yuuri's ear.

"Please," it's a breathless little plea, body moving restlessly in its trap between Yuuri and the wall, shudders gripping him as he pulls his head back. Wide eyes beg for things he can't put into words, wet, red lips parted; their color matching the deep flush on his cheeks.

"Please, Yuuri," this a desperate wail as he twists, panting and shivering as sweat slides over slick skin.

[yuuri_maou]

For a long moment that seems to stretch out indefinitely, he does not move, letting Wolfram get used to him, the boy’s cry still lingering in his ears and in the background that Wolfram’s uneven, muted sounds do not fill.

Wolfram’s teeth are sharp and hard imbedded into his shoulder, and the boy’s hold on his hair unrelenting. But he likes it that way. They are no dainty creatures come together for sanitary petting. He longs for hot flesh and half voiced screams, for possessive, demanding hands, armed with short blunt nails, and the frantic bucking of finality that sends fire through his veins. Wolfram is a good, strong boy. He’ll hold out to the last.

So he waits, letting the pain subside, saying nothing, but sliding his hand around Wolfram, fingertips lingering at the sharp arch of his back. He can feel Wolfram start to relax before the boy can tell him so; can feel a second heartbeat thundering against his chest and when the almost frantic clench of those inner muscles eases off.

”Please.”

With strong arms wrapped fully around his fiancé, he leans them back a little, using the wall to help balance the quivering man-child that he too, this half of him, is laying claim to tonight. Patience waning, he licks his lips, dampening them, and then flickers his tongue out over Wolfram’s panting, parted lips, teasing. “Pretty,” he hisses, his breath fanning over Wolfram’s face. “And all mine.”

He could look at Wolfram for a long time, observing this delicious fey-like treasure with the tenacity of a lion inspecting his meal before he gobbles it up. But Wolfram starts wiggling around, trying to get some sort of relief, and he swings back in a smooth motion, drawing out of the boy before pushing back in hard, reveling in his fiance’s stuttered cry.

Again, powerful and confident, grinding against the smaller body in his arms in the spaces between so that Wolfram is never unaware of him, forced to accept him completely or split in two.

With half held breaths, he adjust's Wolfram's arms to around his neck. "You had better hold on," he warns his lover with wicked delight as he presses closer to that shivering, sweating body. "You'll enjoy this."

[goldenbishounen]

His arms flex, tight around Yuuri's neck as he obeys the suggestion to hold on, the very words causing a clenching low in the pit of his stomach. Each powerful thrust sends the sensation winding tighter, and it isn't long before he's unconscious of the sounds that escape his mouth; desire soaked groans and urgent whimpers.

He cannot touch enough of Yuuri's skin this way, and he has to settle for what he can feel pressed against the sweat-damp skin of his chest, and the shoulders that flex under his arms each time the Maou pulls his hips back and pushes them forward again. Nails scrape helplessly over Yuuri's back, leaving lines of dark red to mar the pale skin that is covered with a thin sheen of moisture.

He is incapable of anything resembling coherency, so each time a word tries to find its way through his lips, it is lost in another twist of his body or gasp for the breath that seems to elude him. He has never found himself so taken, so completely possessed, as he is under the Maou's hands.

Every inch of him burns, and he can finally take no more. Throwing back his head, body arching stiff in the small space allowed to him, he howls a hoarse note as the first unstoppable rush of pleasure sends him over an edge where there is nothing but himself, and Yuuri, and this intense, white-edged feeling.

[yuuri_maou]

He catches Wolfram’s body as the boy slumps against him and holds him up, keeping his lover’s hips in place as he continues to trust against the last little spasms what wrack Wolfram in wake of his climax. He hears pieces, syllables that make up his name wheezed against his collarbone and gets a better grip on his fiancé.

Just a little faster, just a little harder, and then the world tips on it’s side as he releases into Wolfram with a sharp grunt. For a long moment he just breathes, just feeling, letting the sweet pleasure wash over him like a wave, and then he pulls out of his fiancé and lowers the boy’s leg to the floor.

Wolfram, completely rumpled with white streaks slowly running down his thighs, looks absolutely beautiful to him. With a rare smile, he slips his arm behind Wolfram’s knees and swings him up into his arms, his other arm securely around the other boy’s back so that Wolfram’s head with its golden hair and sweat damp edges rests against his shoulder. A soft kiss is brushed over Wolfram’s forehead and then he carries his young lover over to one of the twin beds. Wolfram’s earlier tantrum tore the covers back, so can lay the boy directly down onto the bed. Wolfram’s head tips back a little as he’s lowered down, his knees still bent and his eyes still closed, and the Maou supports him until he is nestled on the white sheets.

The Maou smirks a little at the blissfully ravished demon and climbs onto the bed after shucking off whatever clothing had survived the sex. Wolfram doesn’t open his eyes and the bed dips with the Maou’s weight and the dark haired boy settles confidently over his fiancé and leans in close. “I told you, didn’t I?” His lips graze over his fiancé’s as he speaks, his long hair falling over his shoulders to play in light, ticklish wisps over Wolfram’s skin. “Mmm, it certainly looks like you enjoyed that, from this angle.”

He moves over, laying on his side so that he can still lean over the boy but touch him as well, stroking his hand down Wolfram’s side and watching the blush of exertion start to fade from his fiance’s cheeks.

[goldenbishounen]

Sticky-damp and cursed with knees that shake too hard to hold him up, he's grateful for the conveyance to the bed in the arms of his lover. He murmurs soft, pleased sounds that aren't quite words, and then sighs as he is lowered down into the softness of the bed.

His eyelids feel too heavy to lift, and so he only hums a little as he feels Yuuri cling in beside him, chin lifting to increase the soft pressure of Yuuri's lips on his own. The words are enough to make him crack an eye open, and he huffs a faintly amused puff of breath.

"And didn't you?" He lifts a hand, tangling fingers in Yuuri's hair and tugging lightly. A sigh, and he twists into Yuuri's touch as his eye closes again.

His skin prickles as the sweat on him dries, and he slides one hand free of Yuuri's hair to run in a long, slow scratch down his lover's back. He groans a little as he settles more firmly into the bedding.

"I don't think I can be persuaded to ever move again," his eyes flick open, and then closed again as he voices a content sigh.