[Fic] [Round 39] Wedding Night, PG 13
Author/Artist: disownmereturns
Characters/Pairings: Wolfram/Yuuri
Word Count: 554
Rating: PG 13
Warnings: Implied sex
Theme/Prompt being used: Word Prompt: Nosebleed
A heartbeat; imperious like the beckoning echo in a cave.
A sigh; long and delicious as if consisting of more sound than air. Its escape, a hitching and shuddering one.
Darkness.
Intimidating, cunning...teasing.
Inviting, exciting.
Torturous.
Then, a flash of light. There was motion. A fleeting movement.
Heat.
Warm gushes traveling down the entire length of his body, enticing every inch of his skin.
Fire.
They burned his hands through the slow, delicate grip of soft fingers interlacing themselves with his. Flames rose as the contact intensified in painful desperation.
Everything about this darkness was slow, achingly tantalizing. The senses stretched to their limits to take in as much as possible...
...pleasure.
The sharp intake of breath. A steady, warm release of air. The forward press of an arching back. Burning palms and light.
This time, it was a longer flash. Long enough for him to see a pair of truly juicy lips descend upon his right shoulder.
Darkness.
Electricity.
A single bolt coursed through his whole frame, extracting a weak, uncontrolled moan. Hot air traveled from his shoulder to his neck, that warm mouth following the rise and fall of his skin as if drawn to it.
They were close. Too close.
They couldn't see each other, only feel.
Heavy, thick air swirled around their heads. Contact. He could feel their faces closer than real. Forehead on forehead, nose against nose. Slightly parted lips a mere thread's width apart...the overwhelming scent of each other's bodies.
Then at last, sight.
The gleam of a sun-kissed lake, darkened to a smoky, steamy ocean deep hue with lust. Night, starless and black.
- - - -
Shibuya Yuuri woke up as he normally would in a panicked state: limbs flailing and heart racing.
He bolted to a sitting position and tired to calm his hectic breathing. Man, was he sweating! What had he been dreaming about?
Was it a nightmare?
It couldn't have been but it could sure pass as one.
The dark sky outside his royal chambers was laced with a powder blue color by the horizon. Dawn was approaching. The young king shifted on his bed. He felt smooth bedsheets brush against places they weren't supposed to usually touch.
Yuuri froze and paled.
Oh, what the hell. He was naked.
Naked and hard.
Shit! What had that dream been about? He could only remember flashes of light.
“Wolfram?”
Yes, at that time Yuuri wished he knew better than to rip the sheets off sleeping people.
“AARGH!”
Thud.
“...Yuuri?!”
Wolfram awoke with a start and peered over the edge of the bed to see what had become of his new husband. He sighed as he saw the boy thrashing in the tangle he'd gotten himself in.
“Wimp, what are you doing?” he asked.
Yuuri stared up at him wide-eyed, “Me? Y-you?! Wo-what are...why are you naked?!” he hissed in embarrassment. He swore he heard Wolfram chuckle as he hopped off the bed and sauntered over to the dresser to comb his hair.
The rising sun shone brilliantly on the curve of his ass.
“You drank too much at the wedding party last night, don't you remember?” he asked and turned to face him. “Ah. He got a nosebleed.” Wolfram remarked, looking at the unconscious Yuuri.
END
Characters/Pairings: Wolfram/Yuuri
Word Count: 554
Rating: PG 13
Warnings: Implied sex
Theme/Prompt being used: Word Prompt: Nosebleed
A heartbeat; imperious like the beckoning echo in a cave.
A sigh; long and delicious as if consisting of more sound than air. Its escape, a hitching and shuddering one.
Darkness.
Intimidating, cunning...teasing.
Inviting, exciting.
Torturous.
Then, a flash of light. There was motion. A fleeting movement.
Heat.
Warm gushes traveling down the entire length of his body, enticing every inch of his skin.
Fire.
They burned his hands through the slow, delicate grip of soft fingers interlacing themselves with his. Flames rose as the contact intensified in painful desperation.
Everything about this darkness was slow, achingly tantalizing. The senses stretched to their limits to take in as much as possible...
...pleasure.
The sharp intake of breath. A steady, warm release of air. The forward press of an arching back. Burning palms and light.
This time, it was a longer flash. Long enough for him to see a pair of truly juicy lips descend upon his right shoulder.
Darkness.
Electricity.
A single bolt coursed through his whole frame, extracting a weak, uncontrolled moan. Hot air traveled from his shoulder to his neck, that warm mouth following the rise and fall of his skin as if drawn to it.
They were close. Too close.
They couldn't see each other, only feel.
Heavy, thick air swirled around their heads. Contact. He could feel their faces closer than real. Forehead on forehead, nose against nose. Slightly parted lips a mere thread's width apart...the overwhelming scent of each other's bodies.
Then at last, sight.
The gleam of a sun-kissed lake, darkened to a smoky, steamy ocean deep hue with lust. Night, starless and black.
- - - -
Shibuya Yuuri woke up as he normally would in a panicked state: limbs flailing and heart racing.
He bolted to a sitting position and tired to calm his hectic breathing. Man, was he sweating! What had he been dreaming about?
Was it a nightmare?
It couldn't have been but it could sure pass as one.
The dark sky outside his royal chambers was laced with a powder blue color by the horizon. Dawn was approaching. The young king shifted on his bed. He felt smooth bedsheets brush against places they weren't supposed to usually touch.
Yuuri froze and paled.
Oh, what the hell. He was naked.
Naked and hard.
Shit! What had that dream been about? He could only remember flashes of light.
“Wolfram?”
Yes, at that time Yuuri wished he knew better than to rip the sheets off sleeping people.
“AARGH!”
Thud.
“...Yuuri?!”
Wolfram awoke with a start and peered over the edge of the bed to see what had become of his new husband. He sighed as he saw the boy thrashing in the tangle he'd gotten himself in.
“Wimp, what are you doing?” he asked.
Yuuri stared up at him wide-eyed, “Me? Y-you?! Wo-what are...why are you naked?!” he hissed in embarrassment. He swore he heard Wolfram chuckle as he hopped off the bed and sauntered over to the dresser to comb his hair.
The rising sun shone brilliantly on the curve of his ass.
“You drank too much at the wedding party last night, don't you remember?” he asked and turned to face him. “Ah. He got a nosebleed.” Wolfram remarked, looking at the unconscious Yuuri.
END