Fanfiction for wolfram_kyo!
Back again with two little one-shot fanfictions for wolfram_kyo. Had them written a short while, well a couple days for the second, but had to finish editting. So enjoy!!
Title: This Moment
Author: AngelZash
Rating: G
Pairing: Yuuram
Warnings: Mpreg
Author's Notes: wolfram_kyo wanted a story, so I wrote her one. ^.^ I tried to incorporate stuff I knew she liked, so I hope she likes it!
Summary: Yuuri's grateful for his little family.
Yuuri was scared. He hadn't been this scared in years. Or at least since Hisoka had been born. But now he was running scared for much the same reasons as he had then. Only this time, he was holding his daughter tightly in his arms as he ran.
"Yuuuuuuurriiiiiiii!!!!"
The enraged scream preceded his pregnant husband as Wolfram ran after him. Yuuri wondered how a nine-month pregnant man could run so fast when he could barely lift himself up out of the chair. He wasn't sure he wanted to find out.
Hisoka sniffled in his arms, turning her bright green eyes on Yuuri's flushed face. "Papa, why is Daddy mad at you this time?"
Yuuri nearly tripped at the question, but sighed and kept going. For being only the Mazoku equivalent of two, his little daughter certainly knew how to wound her papa. "He doesn't need a reason, Hisoka. He just gets angry with me sometimes. It shows he still loves me."
Hisoka blinked slowly, then moved to rest her chin on Yuuri's shoulder to watch Wolfram as he chased after them.
A few hours later, Yuuri decided his husband had had enough time to cool off and began to search for him. Hisoka had been given to a maid to take to Wolfram a while before, wanting to find her Daddy for story-time before Yuuri had felt brave enough to face him. Her big sister, Greta, had moved away with her new husband the year before and since then, she had only allowed Wolfram to tell her stories. That had hurt Yuuri a little, but, as long as she still played games with him, he was happy.
It didn't take long for him to find his family. Wolfram was lounging on the settee in the library with Hisoka cuddled up to his side, just fitting in the small space created by the crook of Wolfram's arm. His husband was lovingly petting back her soft black hair from her face, a beautiful smile softening his features and adding to the glow of satisfaction pregnancy had given him. His love and his children were all happy. Yuuri wondered if there could be anything better than the feeling that knowledge gave him.
Wolfram looked up and their eyes met. Yuuri let a small smile drift over his face and saw Wolfram's lips give a tiny twitch as they tried to mirror his. Yuuri moved as quietly as he could manage to kneel next to Hisoka and Wolfram. He leaned forward and kissed, first, Hisoka's forehead, then Wolfram's lips. He let the kiss deepen for a moment before pulling away.
"I love you," Yuuri told Wolfram.
Wolfram smiled, happiness and satisfaction radiating from him now, and replied. "Love you too, Wimp."
Yuuri chuckled and settled down on the floor next to Wolfram, one hand resting over Wolfram's where it in turn rested on Hisoka's back. If only life could always be like this moment.
Title: Finally Home
Author: AngelZash
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Yuuram
Warnings: Graphic Sex and spoilers for the last episode
Author's Notes: wolfram_kyo drew this picture here for asinful. asinful had brilliant taste in asking for it and wolfram_kyo did a fantastic job on it, so I asked wolfram_kyo if I could write a story based on her picture. She said yes and this was born! It's my first time writing sex, at least without someone else to help, so I hope it turned out ok and everyone enjoys!
Summary: Yuuri's happy to be back in Shin Makoku. He's learned a lot about himself and his heart this last trip home. And tonight he'll reaffirm all that he's learned.
Yuuri was glad to be home. He wasn't sure when Shin Makoku had become home for him, but it had. It was as much home for him as Earth now. He'd realized that when he was trapped on Earth full-time. He'd realized a lot during that time. Including how much he'd missed certain people.
When he'd popped up out of that fountain earlier that day, he'd been both surprised and thrilled to see everyone standing there, staring at him and Murata in shock. Only his happiness at realizing he'd been missed could have compared to the wonderfulness of being back. Wolfram showed his relief in his usual way and the smiles that Gwendal and Conrad gave him told him that they too were happy.
There was a lot of happiness around that fountain. And it still lingered, even though Yuuri had just been submitted to a long, dreary meeting with some far-flung lord or other, two hours of paperwork and a marriage proposal, which Yuuri barely got out of with his head intact. He was glad Wolfram hadn't been there for it, Yuuri would have been killed for sure then. Either because the nobleman had slapped him and he hadn't managed to avoid it, or because Yuuri had finally remembered to cite his engagement to Wolfram as why he wasn't available. He doubted he'd have survived the embarrassment with that last one if Wolfram had been there.
Now, finally, he was free to throw on some pajamas and curl up in bed to sleep. Yuuri turned into his room, not paying attention to his surroundings as he opened the door. He turned the lock behind him and stretched, listening to his bones pop.
"Tired, wimp?"
Yuuri's eyes snapped open to see Wolfram setting something on the bedside table before turning and slowly approaching the young king. The light in the room was faint with only a couple candles lit throughout, but it was enough to make Yuuri wonder about his sanity. Or perhaps that was the vision before him. Wolfram's gown was very much like his usual pink nightgown, only the sleeves were see though and Yuuri thought his could see a hint of the other boy's figure as he moved toward him. Yuuri also knew Wolfram wasn't trying to be sensuous or sexy, but he still seemed to move like a goddess as he walked. All this, combined with the dim light hitting Wolfram's hair and making it seem to glow gold, made Yuuri wonder if he was dreaming or simply mad. He wasn't sure he cared either way.
Suddenly, Yuuri realized Wolfram was speaking to him. He blinked at his fiance and smiled sheepishly. He rubbed the back of his head, but never allowed his gaze to stray from Wolfram.
"You didn't hear a word I said, did you, Yuuri," Wolfram snapped in evident irritation. "First you abandon me for your world, then you come back and ignore me?" The blonde gave a huff and crossed his arms.
Yuuri's eyes drifted down to the new expanse of skin this action revealed on Wolfram's chest, then snapped them back up to Wolfram's eyes. "What were you saying then?"
Wolfram huffed again, but then his entire body seemed to soften. "Well, since you called me your fiancé today, I guess I can forgive you. And you did come back, even if you took your time about it…"
Yuuri sighed in exasperation. "I told you, I didn't ha-"
"I was saying that someone decided to set up a surprise for us tonight," Wolfram interrupted, as though Yuuri had never been speaking. "They lit a bunch of candles that smell just like Mother's perfume that brings out a person's inner feelings. I only have two burning still. I wanted a little bit of light to get dressed by. And to get rid of…the other things they left around the room."
Yuuri wondered what could make Wolfram blush like that. It was adorable, but not normal for his fiancé. "What other things," he asked, not realizing he was lessening the distance between them.
Wolfram swallowed and Yuuri followed the rise and fall of Wolfram's adam's apple. "That… on the table there." He pointed to what he had just set on the night stand.
Yuuri brushed past Wolfram, feeling goose bumps on his skin where it touched the blonde. Warmth shot through him when he thought he heard a tiny moan escape Wolfram. He looked back, but the blonde looked the same as always, so Yuuri decided it was his imagination.
The bottle was small, holding maybe an ounce of liquid inside. Yuuri pulled out the stopper and gave it a long sniff. It didn't smell bad, but it didn't smell like anything he could identify. So he tipped it over until a couple drops spilled out, then quickly set it upright on the nightstand again. He swirled the thick liquid in his hand with his finger, then looked up at Wolfram, who'd moved next to him to watch. "It's oil," he said simply. "Why would anyone leave us oil around the room."
Wolfram's face flamed red. "Wimp. Why do you think?"
Yuuri just continued to stare at Wolfram.
Finally, Wolfram sighed. "Fine. Idiot," he said, just before he leaned in and pressed their lips together.
For a first kiss, it was very good, Yuuri decided as his arms came up to wrap around Wolfram's body. Wolfram began to pull back, but Yuuri went with him. Lips pulled at lips and teeth teased the plump edges of flesh until both boys were moaning. Wolfram's arms were around him too and just the feel of his fiancé's thin arms made Yuuri ready to do almost anything to keep them there. Yuuri wanted this, whatever it was, whole-heartedly.
Wolfram pulled back with a slight moan, "Yuuri… Do you know what you're doing?"
Yuuri darted back in to steal another kiss. "I'll figure it out eventually…"
Yuuri dipped his head and began to place nibbling kisses down Wolfram's neck. He found himself pleased beyond measure when Wolfram mewled and stretched to give more access. He licked and, because it seemed the perfect shape for it, suckled Wolfram's adam's apple briefly before moving on. His next stop was Wolfram's collarbone. It was so lovely and delicate… Yuuri could only now admit that to himself; he was too busy to question why.
Wolfram's body began to move impatiently and Yuuri's hands began to wander in response. Soon, Wolfram's hands also began to move, but with a purpose. He soon reached Yuuri's jacket buttons and started to undo them. Yuuri moved into Wolfram's hand, moaning and feeling as though his skin were on fire where ever Wolfram's fingers touched him through the material of his jacket and shirt.
Finally, when Yuuri's jacket was unbuttoned and Wolfram was halfway down his shirt, Yuuri knew he'd had enough. He pulled Wolfram against him and kissed him so roughly their teeth knocked. He didn't pull back however. Instead he darted his tongue out to apologetically rub it along Wolfram's teeth. It met Wolfram's tongue and then both tongues and moans fought for dominance. Yuuri turned them, trying to get a better angle. Together, they stumbled back. And then Wolfram was pressed against the wall.
One of his thin hands moved between their bodies to unbuckle Yuuri's pants and belt. Yuuri gave a long deep groan as his shaft leapt free of the inadequate underwear Shin Makoku's nobles preferred. He nearly screamed with pleasure when one of Wolfram's thin, cool hands wrapped around him.
"Wolfram…" He groaned the name as though it were a prayer. "Please. Missed you… Dreamt of you…"
Wolfram groaned in answer. He kissed Yuuri deeply once more. "I love you… My wimp. I would have waited for you forever…"
Yuuri lowered his head to Wolfram's shoulder in an attempt to fight back the wave of heat and pleasure his lover's words brought him. "You won't have to. I'll always come back to you…" He choked out finally.
Wolfram turned his head so that he could suck on Yuuri's neck, his hand stilling before disappearing. Then it was back. And it was slick with oil.
Yuuri moaned as Wolfram applied the oil to him. His hands began to tug his nightgown up around Wolfram's waist. "What do I do?"
Wolfram chuckled. "I knew you had to be a virgin, even if you do flirt with anything that moves." Wolfram tugged one of Yuuri's arms from around him and brought it to the oil, ignoring Yuuri's protests all the while. "You'll need to prepare my entrance with your fingers. One…two…three… Then I'm yours."
"Pour me the oil?" Yuuri asked.
Wolfram took the oil and poured a liberal amount into Yuuri's hand. Replacing the bottle, he began to massage the oil into Yuuri's fingers and palm. "Don't take too long. I've done this before, so I won't need as much preparation you would."
Yuuri's head snapped back, his eyes wide. "You've...before?"
"It was before I met you. So don't be jealous," Wolfram told him, before pulling him back.
Yuuri shook his head in a negative, but he could feel the jealousy clawing at him. He stepped back and pulled and pushed Wolfram around to face the wall with his non-slick hand. "Hold your nightgown up and open your legs," he demanded. Wolfram did so and Yuuri felt joy explode in him that his fiancé trusted him enough to just do it.
He pressed up against Wolfram's back and dipped his slick hands into the crack that would hide Wolfram's entrance. He moved down and forward until he came to the ring of puckered muscles. He teased the outside for a moment, enjoying Wolfram's harsh breathing and needy little moans, then he slipped one finger inside. It slid up smoothly, so Yuuri moved it in and out a few times. Wolfram's moans got louder. He slipped in a second finger and Wolfram's moans became louder still, though now they seemed to have a slight edge of pain. Yuuri didn't move for a moment. Then he crooked his fingers. Wolfram wriggled his hips with a little moan. Yuuri twisted his wrist slightly and crooked his fingers. He jumped as Wolfram howled in pleasure, "Yuuri! Please!" Yuuri pumped his fingers in and out, once, twice, three times. Then he slipped in a third. Wolfram wriggled in a way Yuuri thought meant discomfort. He held still, then twisted his wrist to find that spot again.
Instead of howling, this time Wolfram knocked Yuuri's hand away. He spun around and wrapped his arms around Yuuri's neck. "Quit teasing, Yuuri!"
Yuuri wasn't sure how Wolfram's legs got to be around him, but it didn't really matter. He moved closer to the wall to brace his lover, then took himself in hand and guided his member inside.
Wolfram was hot, slick, and wonderful. He was everything Yuuri had heard the person you loved would be during sex. It was almost too much for him. But he stopped and waited, trying not to think at all. When he had himself back under control, Yuuri began to continue his quest. Soon, he was nearly entirely inside. One hand found its way under the soft curve of Wolfram's buttocks. He looked at Wolfram's face. Delight and arousal again flittered through him at the look of pure bliss that his lover had directed at the ceiling. He had caused that bliss. He was making Wolfram feel as good as he felt. Pride swelled in Yuuri and he began to move, almost unconsciously.
Wolfram echoed every movement, every rock Yuuri made. Yuuri rested his head on the wall over Wolfram's shoulder as they strained for the something that remained just out of reach.
"Wolfram…" Yuuri moaned.
That seemed to set something off. Wolfram's muscles began clenching around him as his body writhed, trapped between Yuuri and the wall. Almost without warning, Yuuri's world exploded too. He screamed his lover's name as his hips jerked wildly. His fingers clenched painfully on Wolfram's skin, even as he noted Wolfram doing the same to him. He pressed their bodies as close together as physically possible. Both boys' screams combined and filled the room.
Yuuri pressed soft, urgent kisses to Wolfram's flushed face as he slowly drifted back down. They were both breathing heavily. Yuuri was enjoying the sound. He felt himself slip out of Wolfram as his lips found the blonde's.
"You ok?"
"Yes," Wolfram said, pressing yet more kisses to Yuuri's face. "I'm perfect now."
Yuuri grinned and let Wolfram down. "That was wonderful."
"And it only gets better…" Wolfram said.
Yuuri had time to blink before Wolfram had darted around him, throwing his nightgown over his head and onto the floor as he went.
"Wolfram?"
"Well, wimp," Wolfram said, climbing onto the bed to lounge against their pillows wearing only a sensuous smile. "Coming?"
Yuuri grinned. By the time he made it to the bed, he was wearing only his half-buttoned shirt. By the time Wolfram had hold of him, he wasn't even wearing that. Cries of pleasure rang out throughout the night and morning found the boys in a delicious tangle, Yuuri murmuring into Wolfram's ear, "Now I'm home."
cross-posting to yuurixwolfram
Title: This Moment
Author: AngelZash
Rating: G
Pairing: Yuuram
Warnings: Mpreg
Author's Notes: wolfram_kyo wanted a story, so I wrote her one. ^.^ I tried to incorporate stuff I knew she liked, so I hope she likes it!
Summary: Yuuri's grateful for his little family.
Yuuri was scared. He hadn't been this scared in years. Or at least since Hisoka had been born. But now he was running scared for much the same reasons as he had then. Only this time, he was holding his daughter tightly in his arms as he ran.
"Yuuuuuuurriiiiiiii!!!!"
The enraged scream preceded his pregnant husband as Wolfram ran after him. Yuuri wondered how a nine-month pregnant man could run so fast when he could barely lift himself up out of the chair. He wasn't sure he wanted to find out.
Hisoka sniffled in his arms, turning her bright green eyes on Yuuri's flushed face. "Papa, why is Daddy mad at you this time?"
Yuuri nearly tripped at the question, but sighed and kept going. For being only the Mazoku equivalent of two, his little daughter certainly knew how to wound her papa. "He doesn't need a reason, Hisoka. He just gets angry with me sometimes. It shows he still loves me."
Hisoka blinked slowly, then moved to rest her chin on Yuuri's shoulder to watch Wolfram as he chased after them.
A few hours later, Yuuri decided his husband had had enough time to cool off and began to search for him. Hisoka had been given to a maid to take to Wolfram a while before, wanting to find her Daddy for story-time before Yuuri had felt brave enough to face him. Her big sister, Greta, had moved away with her new husband the year before and since then, she had only allowed Wolfram to tell her stories. That had hurt Yuuri a little, but, as long as she still played games with him, he was happy.
It didn't take long for him to find his family. Wolfram was lounging on the settee in the library with Hisoka cuddled up to his side, just fitting in the small space created by the crook of Wolfram's arm. His husband was lovingly petting back her soft black hair from her face, a beautiful smile softening his features and adding to the glow of satisfaction pregnancy had given him. His love and his children were all happy. Yuuri wondered if there could be anything better than the feeling that knowledge gave him.
Wolfram looked up and their eyes met. Yuuri let a small smile drift over his face and saw Wolfram's lips give a tiny twitch as they tried to mirror his. Yuuri moved as quietly as he could manage to kneel next to Hisoka and Wolfram. He leaned forward and kissed, first, Hisoka's forehead, then Wolfram's lips. He let the kiss deepen for a moment before pulling away.
"I love you," Yuuri told Wolfram.
Wolfram smiled, happiness and satisfaction radiating from him now, and replied. "Love you too, Wimp."
Yuuri chuckled and settled down on the floor next to Wolfram, one hand resting over Wolfram's where it in turn rested on Hisoka's back. If only life could always be like this moment.
Title: Finally Home
Author: AngelZash
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Yuuram
Warnings: Graphic Sex and spoilers for the last episode
Author's Notes: wolfram_kyo drew this picture here for asinful. asinful had brilliant taste in asking for it and wolfram_kyo did a fantastic job on it, so I asked wolfram_kyo if I could write a story based on her picture. She said yes and this was born! It's my first time writing sex, at least without someone else to help, so I hope it turned out ok and everyone enjoys!
Summary: Yuuri's happy to be back in Shin Makoku. He's learned a lot about himself and his heart this last trip home. And tonight he'll reaffirm all that he's learned.
Yuuri was glad to be home. He wasn't sure when Shin Makoku had become home for him, but it had. It was as much home for him as Earth now. He'd realized that when he was trapped on Earth full-time. He'd realized a lot during that time. Including how much he'd missed certain people.
When he'd popped up out of that fountain earlier that day, he'd been both surprised and thrilled to see everyone standing there, staring at him and Murata in shock. Only his happiness at realizing he'd been missed could have compared to the wonderfulness of being back. Wolfram showed his relief in his usual way and the smiles that Gwendal and Conrad gave him told him that they too were happy.
There was a lot of happiness around that fountain. And it still lingered, even though Yuuri had just been submitted to a long, dreary meeting with some far-flung lord or other, two hours of paperwork and a marriage proposal, which Yuuri barely got out of with his head intact. He was glad Wolfram hadn't been there for it, Yuuri would have been killed for sure then. Either because the nobleman had slapped him and he hadn't managed to avoid it, or because Yuuri had finally remembered to cite his engagement to Wolfram as why he wasn't available. He doubted he'd have survived the embarrassment with that last one if Wolfram had been there.
Now, finally, he was free to throw on some pajamas and curl up in bed to sleep. Yuuri turned into his room, not paying attention to his surroundings as he opened the door. He turned the lock behind him and stretched, listening to his bones pop.
"Tired, wimp?"
Yuuri's eyes snapped open to see Wolfram setting something on the bedside table before turning and slowly approaching the young king. The light in the room was faint with only a couple candles lit throughout, but it was enough to make Yuuri wonder about his sanity. Or perhaps that was the vision before him. Wolfram's gown was very much like his usual pink nightgown, only the sleeves were see though and Yuuri thought his could see a hint of the other boy's figure as he moved toward him. Yuuri also knew Wolfram wasn't trying to be sensuous or sexy, but he still seemed to move like a goddess as he walked. All this, combined with the dim light hitting Wolfram's hair and making it seem to glow gold, made Yuuri wonder if he was dreaming or simply mad. He wasn't sure he cared either way.
Suddenly, Yuuri realized Wolfram was speaking to him. He blinked at his fiance and smiled sheepishly. He rubbed the back of his head, but never allowed his gaze to stray from Wolfram.
"You didn't hear a word I said, did you, Yuuri," Wolfram snapped in evident irritation. "First you abandon me for your world, then you come back and ignore me?" The blonde gave a huff and crossed his arms.
Yuuri's eyes drifted down to the new expanse of skin this action revealed on Wolfram's chest, then snapped them back up to Wolfram's eyes. "What were you saying then?"
Wolfram huffed again, but then his entire body seemed to soften. "Well, since you called me your fiancé today, I guess I can forgive you. And you did come back, even if you took your time about it…"
Yuuri sighed in exasperation. "I told you, I didn't ha-"
"I was saying that someone decided to set up a surprise for us tonight," Wolfram interrupted, as though Yuuri had never been speaking. "They lit a bunch of candles that smell just like Mother's perfume that brings out a person's inner feelings. I only have two burning still. I wanted a little bit of light to get dressed by. And to get rid of…the other things they left around the room."
Yuuri wondered what could make Wolfram blush like that. It was adorable, but not normal for his fiancé. "What other things," he asked, not realizing he was lessening the distance between them.
Wolfram swallowed and Yuuri followed the rise and fall of Wolfram's adam's apple. "That… on the table there." He pointed to what he had just set on the night stand.
Yuuri brushed past Wolfram, feeling goose bumps on his skin where it touched the blonde. Warmth shot through him when he thought he heard a tiny moan escape Wolfram. He looked back, but the blonde looked the same as always, so Yuuri decided it was his imagination.
The bottle was small, holding maybe an ounce of liquid inside. Yuuri pulled out the stopper and gave it a long sniff. It didn't smell bad, but it didn't smell like anything he could identify. So he tipped it over until a couple drops spilled out, then quickly set it upright on the nightstand again. He swirled the thick liquid in his hand with his finger, then looked up at Wolfram, who'd moved next to him to watch. "It's oil," he said simply. "Why would anyone leave us oil around the room."
Wolfram's face flamed red. "Wimp. Why do you think?"
Yuuri just continued to stare at Wolfram.
Finally, Wolfram sighed. "Fine. Idiot," he said, just before he leaned in and pressed their lips together.
For a first kiss, it was very good, Yuuri decided as his arms came up to wrap around Wolfram's body. Wolfram began to pull back, but Yuuri went with him. Lips pulled at lips and teeth teased the plump edges of flesh until both boys were moaning. Wolfram's arms were around him too and just the feel of his fiancé's thin arms made Yuuri ready to do almost anything to keep them there. Yuuri wanted this, whatever it was, whole-heartedly.
Wolfram pulled back with a slight moan, "Yuuri… Do you know what you're doing?"
Yuuri darted back in to steal another kiss. "I'll figure it out eventually…"
Yuuri dipped his head and began to place nibbling kisses down Wolfram's neck. He found himself pleased beyond measure when Wolfram mewled and stretched to give more access. He licked and, because it seemed the perfect shape for it, suckled Wolfram's adam's apple briefly before moving on. His next stop was Wolfram's collarbone. It was so lovely and delicate… Yuuri could only now admit that to himself; he was too busy to question why.
Wolfram's body began to move impatiently and Yuuri's hands began to wander in response. Soon, Wolfram's hands also began to move, but with a purpose. He soon reached Yuuri's jacket buttons and started to undo them. Yuuri moved into Wolfram's hand, moaning and feeling as though his skin were on fire where ever Wolfram's fingers touched him through the material of his jacket and shirt.
Finally, when Yuuri's jacket was unbuttoned and Wolfram was halfway down his shirt, Yuuri knew he'd had enough. He pulled Wolfram against him and kissed him so roughly their teeth knocked. He didn't pull back however. Instead he darted his tongue out to apologetically rub it along Wolfram's teeth. It met Wolfram's tongue and then both tongues and moans fought for dominance. Yuuri turned them, trying to get a better angle. Together, they stumbled back. And then Wolfram was pressed against the wall.
One of his thin hands moved between their bodies to unbuckle Yuuri's pants and belt. Yuuri gave a long deep groan as his shaft leapt free of the inadequate underwear Shin Makoku's nobles preferred. He nearly screamed with pleasure when one of Wolfram's thin, cool hands wrapped around him.
"Wolfram…" He groaned the name as though it were a prayer. "Please. Missed you… Dreamt of you…"
Wolfram groaned in answer. He kissed Yuuri deeply once more. "I love you… My wimp. I would have waited for you forever…"
Yuuri lowered his head to Wolfram's shoulder in an attempt to fight back the wave of heat and pleasure his lover's words brought him. "You won't have to. I'll always come back to you…" He choked out finally.
Wolfram turned his head so that he could suck on Yuuri's neck, his hand stilling before disappearing. Then it was back. And it was slick with oil.
Yuuri moaned as Wolfram applied the oil to him. His hands began to tug his nightgown up around Wolfram's waist. "What do I do?"
Wolfram chuckled. "I knew you had to be a virgin, even if you do flirt with anything that moves." Wolfram tugged one of Yuuri's arms from around him and brought it to the oil, ignoring Yuuri's protests all the while. "You'll need to prepare my entrance with your fingers. One…two…three… Then I'm yours."
"Pour me the oil?" Yuuri asked.
Wolfram took the oil and poured a liberal amount into Yuuri's hand. Replacing the bottle, he began to massage the oil into Yuuri's fingers and palm. "Don't take too long. I've done this before, so I won't need as much preparation you would."
Yuuri's head snapped back, his eyes wide. "You've...before?"
"It was before I met you. So don't be jealous," Wolfram told him, before pulling him back.
Yuuri shook his head in a negative, but he could feel the jealousy clawing at him. He stepped back and pulled and pushed Wolfram around to face the wall with his non-slick hand. "Hold your nightgown up and open your legs," he demanded. Wolfram did so and Yuuri felt joy explode in him that his fiancé trusted him enough to just do it.
He pressed up against Wolfram's back and dipped his slick hands into the crack that would hide Wolfram's entrance. He moved down and forward until he came to the ring of puckered muscles. He teased the outside for a moment, enjoying Wolfram's harsh breathing and needy little moans, then he slipped one finger inside. It slid up smoothly, so Yuuri moved it in and out a few times. Wolfram's moans got louder. He slipped in a second finger and Wolfram's moans became louder still, though now they seemed to have a slight edge of pain. Yuuri didn't move for a moment. Then he crooked his fingers. Wolfram wriggled his hips with a little moan. Yuuri twisted his wrist slightly and crooked his fingers. He jumped as Wolfram howled in pleasure, "Yuuri! Please!" Yuuri pumped his fingers in and out, once, twice, three times. Then he slipped in a third. Wolfram wriggled in a way Yuuri thought meant discomfort. He held still, then twisted his wrist to find that spot again.
Instead of howling, this time Wolfram knocked Yuuri's hand away. He spun around and wrapped his arms around Yuuri's neck. "Quit teasing, Yuuri!"
Yuuri wasn't sure how Wolfram's legs got to be around him, but it didn't really matter. He moved closer to the wall to brace his lover, then took himself in hand and guided his member inside.
Wolfram was hot, slick, and wonderful. He was everything Yuuri had heard the person you loved would be during sex. It was almost too much for him. But he stopped and waited, trying not to think at all. When he had himself back under control, Yuuri began to continue his quest. Soon, he was nearly entirely inside. One hand found its way under the soft curve of Wolfram's buttocks. He looked at Wolfram's face. Delight and arousal again flittered through him at the look of pure bliss that his lover had directed at the ceiling. He had caused that bliss. He was making Wolfram feel as good as he felt. Pride swelled in Yuuri and he began to move, almost unconsciously.
Wolfram echoed every movement, every rock Yuuri made. Yuuri rested his head on the wall over Wolfram's shoulder as they strained for the something that remained just out of reach.
"Wolfram…" Yuuri moaned.
That seemed to set something off. Wolfram's muscles began clenching around him as his body writhed, trapped between Yuuri and the wall. Almost without warning, Yuuri's world exploded too. He screamed his lover's name as his hips jerked wildly. His fingers clenched painfully on Wolfram's skin, even as he noted Wolfram doing the same to him. He pressed their bodies as close together as physically possible. Both boys' screams combined and filled the room.
Yuuri pressed soft, urgent kisses to Wolfram's flushed face as he slowly drifted back down. They were both breathing heavily. Yuuri was enjoying the sound. He felt himself slip out of Wolfram as his lips found the blonde's.
"You ok?"
"Yes," Wolfram said, pressing yet more kisses to Yuuri's face. "I'm perfect now."
Yuuri grinned and let Wolfram down. "That was wonderful."
"And it only gets better…" Wolfram said.
Yuuri had time to blink before Wolfram had darted around him, throwing his nightgown over his head and onto the floor as he went.
"Wolfram?"
"Well, wimp," Wolfram said, climbing onto the bed to lounge against their pillows wearing only a sensuous smile. "Coming?"
Yuuri grinned. By the time he made it to the bed, he was wearing only his half-buttoned shirt. By the time Wolfram had hold of him, he wasn't even wearing that. Cries of pleasure rang out throughout the night and morning found the boys in a delicious tangle, Yuuri murmuring into Wolfram's ear, "Now I'm home."
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