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I was bored. I suggested to Chu that we roleplay smut, just because we can. Be warned, we started out _really_ silly, but it does turn into real smut fairly quickly. Also, spoilers for one of the raw eps, the one I always forget the number of. The one involving Conrad.
And I'm not going to tell you who wrote which character. It's fun if you have to guess. (Hint: hers are the better ones.)
And, as everyone who knows us probably realizes, it's Wolfram and Yuuri.
Yuuri: [walking along innocently, whistling "I've been working on the railroad" because he's weird like that"]
Wolfram: [stuffs shoe in his mouth]
Yuuri: Mmmph! Wffrmmm! [pulls shoe from mouth] What was that for?
Wolfram: Well, if I have to stretch you before we have sex, obviously I have to stretch your mouth before you blow me.
Yuuri: O_O Huhbuhfuh....
Wolfram: What are you just standing there for? I wear this cravat for a reason. Take it off and use me. I mean, it.
Yuuri: [gapes for a moment more, and then shrugs and picks Wolfram up and drapes him over his shoulder, hauling him off to the bedroom...and maybe copping a feel or two on the way there]
Wolfram: [dangles helplessly] Cut it out. I feel like I'm not equal to you right now. I can't reach YOUR ass.
Yuuri: [dumps Wolfram on the bed and flops down on his stomach innocently] Now you can.
Wolfram: Aren't we romantic? [sardonic grin] Besides, you already have something on your ass. [points to Conrad's arm] Want me to kill it?
Yuuri: Ewww, it really does get around...now Conrad's a nice guy, but that's a little kinky. [tosses it out the window]
Wolfram: Well, now that it's gone...[plants an arm on the other side of Yuuri's prone body, leaning over him, then pauses] Did that thing just *scream*?
Yuuri: God, I hope not. Ignore it. [attempts to put on a sexy expression]
Wolfram: Are you constipated?
Yuuri: [sighs] No. I think you're more interested in that arm than you are in me.
Wolfram: Yes. I'm going to run away with my brother's arm. [slides his fingers through Yuuri's hair] Besides, you brought it up.
Yuuri: Did not. [pouts, this time succeeding in a cute/sexy combination, though entirely unintentionally]
Wolfram: If I drool on you, does that count as interest?
Yuuri: Ummm...in a "wow he's so hot" way or in a "Yuuri's so pathetically boring I have gone senile" way?
Wolfram: [smirks] The first. [licks his cheek]
Yuuri: [blush] Oh. Okay. [props himself up on his elbows and kisses Wolfram tenatively]
Wolfram: [moves over, straddling Yuuri's hips and ending up on his hands and knees above the other boy. Bites at the corners of his lips and flicks his tongue out tentatively.]
Yuuri: [lets out a surprised gasp and squirms slightly, his lips parting without him thinking about it]
Wolfram: [Moans quietly into Yuuri's mouth as his tongue slips inside, trying to stay upright to avoid crushing the other boy]
Yuuri: Mmm... [mumbles happily into the kiss, then notices Wolfram's arm's shaking slightly, pushes him off and rolls so they're both lying on their sides and throws a leg over Wolfram's hips, snuggling up to him and re-initiates the kiss]
Wolfram: [pushes his leg between Yuuri's, his thigh rocking slowly, almost imperceptively against the so-far soft bulge he found there. One hand sliding under Yuuri's head, the other reaches down and tugs the dark uniform up, revealing the soft, creamy skin of the other boy's belly. His fingertips ghost over Yuuri's side in gentle spidersteps, gradually making his way towards the boy's chest-- and pushing his shirt up as he goes]
Yuuri: [squeaks slightly and squirms a little bit against Wolfram's leg. He's never quite sure what to do with Wolfram, so he tentatively goes for threading his fingers through Wolfram's soft blonde hair at the back of his neck and pulling him a little bit further into the kiss, stroking Wolfram's tongue with his own and hoping Wolfram will tell him if he does something wrong]
Wolfram: [smirks against Yuuri's lips at his tentative response, stilling his fingers and flattening the palm of his hand against the boy as he slowly lifted the shirt, agonizingly slow, intentionally scratching Yuuri's nipple with his fingernail along the way. He sucked gingerly at the boy's tongue, pulling it into his own mouth as he increased the pressure of his leg]
Yuuri: [moans and grinds against Wolfram's leg] mmmffram [he mumbles into Wolfram's mouth and combs his fingers through his hair, then nervously moves his hand down and slides it just under Wolfram's shirt, stroking his spine lightly]
Wolfram: [grunts, arching his back in approval before breaking the kiss with a wet sound, only long enough to pull Yuuri's shirt over his head before attacking his neck, kisses feather-light until Yuuri's grinding got the better of him, and kisses turned to bites, and bites turned to harsh sucking as he found a sensitive spot between neck and shoulder and buried his face in it. His free hand settled itself just beneath Yuuri's shoulder blades, keeping him from moving away...very far, anyway.]
Yuuri: [moans and tips his head back to encourage Wolfram to go on - not that he seems to need it. Moving away is the furthest thing from his mind, and his light touches on Wolfram's back turn harder, and he'd probably be clawing if he didn't bite his nails off frequently] Wolf...[presses hard up against Wolfram's thigh, panting]
Wolfram: [moves his hand from Yuuri's back to fist tightly in the dark hair at the back of his neck, abandoning the now reddened skin with one last parting lick in favor of nipping Yuuri's throat, just below his jawline. In a swift movement, he jerks his leg up, the motion just barely managing to avoid being painful. The fingers at his back are driving him insane, the aforementioned apendages staying in one place, constantly, and he writhes at the sensation of them digging into his spine]
Yuuri: [lets out a hoarse yell at Wolfram's actions and seals his lips over Wolfram's again, moving his hands to start clawing at Wolfram's clothes, trying to figure out the unfamiliar garmets] Wolffff... how do you get these off?
Wolfram: [Yelps in surprise at the suddenly aggressive treatment, and stares for a moment, confused, until Yuuri's question registers in his brain] Oh. [He pauses, considering whether or not he should tell Yuuri what to do or if he should disrobe himself. In the end, he decides against both, both hands grasping the back of Yuuri's head and tilting his own back, as he brought the other boy's lips to his cravat] Figure it out.
Yuuri: [mumbles something in annoyance, but kisses Wolfram's jaw, and then his throat just above the cravat. He nuzzles Wolfram's collar aside, discovering where it's tied and, after some trial and error in which lips and teeth scrape over the skin of Wolfram's neck, manages to get it untied with his mouth. His fingers stay busy working at the buttons on Wolfram's shirt]
Wolfram: [sighs, both at the kisses and the sudden relief as his cravat was pulled off. The thing chafed at his neck, seriously.] There. You didn't need my help... [wriggles a bit as his clothing is loosened, unaware that he only manages to rub himself against Yuuri]
Yuuri: [grumbles] But it would have been faster if you'd told me...[arches into Wolfram, and then manages to push his shirt off of Wolfram's shoulders. He moves his hands to Wolfram's chest, and mumbles] Such perfect skin...[strokes his hands over it, almost in awe]
Wolfram: Who wants it fast? [Pauses] Never mind, I should have realized you'd be the type to rush through things. [presses his forehead against Yuuri's, one arm slung over his shoulders] I intend on taking my time.
Yuuri: [mumbles something again, that sounds like he's a little doubtful of the whole 'not rushing things' theory, and kisses Wolfram again, surprising himself a bit at how it's somewhat on the rough side, sucking hard on Wolfram's lips and then nipping at them]
Wolfram: [returns the kiss with equal fervor, reaching up to cup Yuuri's neck and rubs his fingers over the smooth skin, he gently pulls his leg away from the other boy as Yuuri got a little too friendly with it]
Yuuri: [whines slightly at the loss and grabs Wolfram's hips, pulling them against his own with a slight growl] Wolfraaaaam...[pulls away long enough to moan Wolfram's name and then attacks his ear, licking over the lobe and then nibbling]
Wolfram: [jerks abruptly and sinks his nails into Yuuri's neck, wailing.] Ahhh...damn, damn, let go! [tries to pull away from the overwhelming sensation at his ear, his breath thin and harsh as the tables were turned on him and he was reduced to a helpless puddle, squirming restlessly.]
Yuuri: [winces and pulls away as Wolfram's nails dig into his neck, and looks somewhat worried] Er...Wolfram? Did I bite too hard? [looks nervous and sheepish, and if he'd been standing, he probably would have been scuffing his foot and staring at the floor]
Wolfram: [stares for a minute, still disoriented, before shutting his mouth and reaching up to stroke Yuuri's cheek] No...[sighs] my ear is my weak spot, that's all. I liked it...[tries not to choke on his own embarrassment] I just couldn't take it.
Yuuri: [blinks and processes] Oh. Wolfram, that's - [blushes] Um, kinda cute. So...er...[leans into Wolfram's hand slightly] Is it offlimits, or fair game? [eyes it, thinking that if Wolfram says it's okay, he's going to drive him to distraction]
Wolfram: [A little hesitant, unsure of whether he wants to give Yuuri access to his ear considering the way the other boy is looking at it, then sighs. He knows it wouldn't be a good idea to deny that to Yuuri now, especially with how shy the dark-haired boy was being. If he said no to that, would Yuuri still be willing to take the initiative?] I...I don't care. [his eyelid twitched, trying his best to sound nonchalant and failing miserably as his voice quivers. He sounds more like a petulant child than a calm and cool adult]
Yuuri: [hides a smile, and makes a 'shhh' sort of hiss of air from between his teeth. He works his mouth over Wolfram's jaw, moving slowly towards Wolfram's ear to give him some warning this time. He kisses the lobe gently and then closes his mouth carefully over it, trying to do things slowly to give Wolfram just the right amount of sensation, rather than too much. He licks around the edge, slowly, trying to make Wolfram melt]
Wolfram: [twists against Yuuri's body, shuddering uncontrollably even at the gentle kisses. He presses his body against the other boy's, arms wrapping around a slender waist, more to brace himself than in any effort to bring them closer, although it was a nice bonus. The sounds escaping him now didn't even have substance, mostly just breathy sounds that mimick moans and whines as Yuuri manipulates his poor, sensitive ear]
Yuuri: [decides to have pity on Wolfram, especially since if Wolfram finds an equally sensitive spot on him at any point, he might be more likely to be merciful if Yuuri was. He gives one last hard suck and nibble and lets go] You like that? [strokes his hand down the center of Wolfram's chest in a light up and down motion]
Wolfram: [shivers, and sighs quietly] That wasn't obvious? [grabs Yuuri's hand, stopping it's distracting motion and pulling it down to cup the bulge between his legs] This is your fault.
Yuuri: [mischeviously resumes the motion with his other hand and squeezes gently] Are you complaining? [blinks cutely] Cause I could make it up to you...
Wolfram: Mmmm, I'm not complaining, but I'd like you to make it up to me anyway.
Yuuri: [nuzzles at Wolfram's throat] Do you have a suggestion...? [nips gently along his collarbone] Because I'm open to suggestions...
Wolfram: [tries not to think too hard about what exactly Yuuri is 'open' to, pulling away from the other boy's body and laying sprawled on his back, legs spread invitingly] No, I'm absolutely clueless. [teasingly] But surely you'll think of something.
Yuuri: [kisses down Wolfram's front and then unbuttons his pants tugging them down off of Wolfram's hips slightly. He grasps Wolfram's erection carefully, stroking it slowly, trying to remember what feels good when he does this to himself and repeat it for Wolfram. He bites his lip and looks up at Wolf] Er...[turns bright red] For the actual...you know...I might need instruction, and I really mean it this time...[hastily] Because I don't want to do something wrong or stupid and then - er - yes. [finishes lamely, though he hasn't stopped his stroking]
Wolfram: [Bucks his hips up in response to Yuuri's gentle touches] Ahh-- [interested in exactly what Yuuri plans, he tucks his arms under his head and grins down at the boy] I'll help you, don't worry. [his head tilts to the side, eyes closing. Yuuri's grip was so very unsure that each touch was maddeningly gentle, and he reached down to squeeze his hand over Yuuri's to correct that]
Yuuri: [tightens his hand and strokes harder, obediently, and then leands down, curiously, and licks at the head and then slides it carefully a little ways into his mouth]
Wolfram: [throws his arms above his head and tilts his chin back, half-sobbing at the warm, wet sensation as his thighs tensed and relaxed rhythmically, slender fingers knotting in the pristine-white sheets beneath them. His toes curled, automatically seeking leverage, and he desperately tried to refrain from bucking up into Yuuri's mouth]
Yuuri: [feels Wolfram moving slightly under him and moves a hand to pin down Wolfram's hips automatically. He takes Wolfram as far into his mouth as he can; knowing nothing about deep throating, this isn't all that far, but what he's lacking in aptitude he's probably mostly making up for in enthusiasm, and it's not like Wolfram's likely to know the difference anyway. He starts sucking tentatively, waiting for approval from Wolfram on this latest action]
Wolfram: [sighs in relief at the feel of slightly cool hands on his skin, bracing him, and nearly chokes on his next intake of breath as Yuuri slipped down further. Unconsciously, his back arched sharply, the curve of his spine nearly creating a half-circle. He sucked in his gut, skin stretched taut over his belly, and quickly found himself restless. He released the sheets with a little effort, bringing white-knuckled hands down to tease sensitive skin, index finger tracing his navel before brushing downwards towards his thigh, pausing a minute to stroke Yuuri's cheek and hair]
Yuuri: [puts his tongue to good use, running it up and down, and curling it around as far as he can, sucking a little bit harder, carefully keeping teeth out of the way and maybe working a little bit slower for his care. He strokes Wolfram's inner thigh with the hand that isn't busy pinning Wolfram down to a reasonable degree, thinking that this is a little harder than it looks - er, not that he's seen anyone do it, but it's harder than he thought it would be. Not that he's thought much about it, of course. He keeps increasing the power behind his sucking, hoping that Wolfram will indicate if it becomes too powerful]
Wolfram: [purrs contentedly at the hand caressing his thigh, raising his ankles and settling them against Yuuri's lower back. His free hand is making a sweep across the rest of his body, tickling here, scratching there, plucking and teasing and stroking everywhere else...then angles his head to look down at the other boy, and it's almost too much. Eyes half-lidded and glazed over, the green pools darkened, he stared, hoping Yuuri would look back up at him, wanting nothing more right then. He starts to talk, voice trembling and tripping over the words] A...are...are you t-try...ing to eat m-me or s-something? [winces at his choice of words] You-..you know w-wha...what I mean.
Yuuri: [looks up at Wolfram, his eyes half-closed in something resembling a cat that got the canary. He's thinking Wolfram looks beautiful like this, though he's not going to stop what he's doing to tell him that, and he'd probably be nervous to anyway. He hums something like a confirmation in answer to Wolfram's question, managing a slight smile around his mouthful but doesn't cease, adding a slight, slow up and down motion, drawing Wolfram in and out]
Wolfram: [Starts to smile in response to Yuuri finally looking at him, then nearly pops the poor boy's head off with his thighs at the quiet humming.]
Yuuri: [nearly chokes and backs off quickly, shifting to use both hands to pin Wolfram down] C-carefuly there, Wolfram [A rather large sweatdrop appears on his head. He leans a little bit of weight onto Wolfram's hips to hold him still before he resumes his motions, continuing the quiet humming at odd intervals, but trying to make sure he has a secure hold on Wolfram before each time he starts]
Wolfram: [mewls lowly in disappointment as the comforting hand rubbing his thigh is removed, then quickly forgets all about it with each buzzing sensation. It felt vaguely like being electrified, and he reacts to it as such; hips twitching and bucking fruitlessly as he was held back each time. The helpless, vulnerable noises forcing their way out of his throat crescendo, hands abandoning his own body to grip the sheets again as frustration and desire overwhelmed him. His legs tightened around Yuuri's body, mouth opened wide as he panted and gasped and struggled for air, head tossing back and forth before something inside him tightened and snapped. The only noise that managed to escape him was a strangled moan as he came, hard and fast]
Yuuri: [coughs and sputters slightly as he swallows, making an odd face, and releases Wolfram, noting idly he was holding him pretty tight as there are white marks where his fingers were. He slides up to look at Wolfram for a moment, before leaning towards him and hesitantly kissing him.]
Wolfram: [doesn't respond at first, then lazily wraps his arms around Yuuri's neck, marveling at the soft warmth of his skin and the feathery feel of his hair as he kisses back, slowly, and he can still feel the pleasure of release deep under his skin, traveling in his blood like some kind of drug-- in his arms, his chest, even his toes] That was nice. [mumbles against Yuuri's lips, almost too lax to even keep his arms suspended around the other boy]
Yuuri: [lazy smile] Mm. Good. [snuggles, tucking his head under Wolfram's chin]
Wolfram: [adjusts his body so they're pulled close, chest-to-chest, and slings one arm over Yuuri's shoulder. Reaches up and presses his hand to the back of Yuuri's head, landing a soft kiss on his brow before tossing the other boy onto his back, pinning him to the bed]
Yuuri: [squeaks and squirms, more out of general principle than any actual need to, a slight laugh bubbling up through his lips] Oi, Wolf, whatcha doing?
Wolfram: [bumps their foreheads together and stares into Yuuri's face, pensive, then trails his hand down the other boy's cheek and slides his finger over Yuuri's lips as he pulled his body up, bracing himself with knees and elbows as he straddled the other boy, never once pulling his face away.] You're still hard.
Yuuri: Mmm, yeah. [rubs up against Wolfram, nipping gently at the finger that was running over his lips and then draws it into his mouth, sucking]
Wolfram: [lowers his eyelids and stares at the finger slowly disappearing between Yuuri's lips, and drawls, slowly] You know...I'm not sure how we're going to remedy that. [leans down to Yuuri's ear, taking a soft lobe in his mouth and biting down gently] Do you have any ideas? [moves to Yuuri's neck and lays sucking kisses all the way down the smooth column] Tell me what you want to do to me.
Yuuri: [groans] Well I- had an idea, but I already did it to you...[smirks] Unless you want me to do it again. [head tips back as Wolfram kisses along his neck, and groans again, lowly]
Wolfram: [scrapes his teeth along tender skin as he pulls away, and retrieves his finger-- wet and slick-- from Yuuri's mouth, and drops it onto his crotch. Fondles slowly, the pressure so light he was sure all Yuuri got out of it was a few tickling sensations, but that was all he needed for the time being-- teasing, not enough to get the other boy off] I'm sure you know more about sex than that, Yuuri. [licks his lips, a little nervous about what he's doing, but ignores it] Describe everything you want to do...because I have no problems staying like this for the next hour or so. [drags his knee up and settles it on Yuuri's hip to prevent him from bucking] All you have to do is say it out loud...and then we'll do it. Anything you want...
Yuuri: [moans, frustrated, and cracks his eyes open, the black pools appearing slowly] Wolfram...so mean...[tries to squirm up despite Wolfram's holding him down, and thinking this is totally not fair because Wolfram's already gotten off] I want to try everything, how am I supposed to pick?
Wolfram: [smirks wickedly] We'll get to the 'everything' the second you tell me what 'everything' is... [scratches his fingernail over the bulge with only a slight change in pressure as he settles his cheek against Yuuri's, waiting]
Yuuri: [whimpers breathily and tries to glare at Wolfram, not really succeeding] I want...your mouth everywhere - on mine, and on my neck and chest and back - and your lips and your teeth. And I want your hands- on my- [flushes] On my cock. And - and - [brain gives out completely] FUCK, Wolfram. I want to come and I don't care how...
Wolfram: [supresses a groan in reaction to Yuuri's words, quickly following through with his promise and latching onto Yuuri's lips with his own in a short, chaste kiss, momentarily tightening his fingers enough to insure the other boy feels it. Pulls away only far enough to manage speech, eyes locking onto Yuuri's as he whispers, voice raspy and deep from renewed arousal] ...Want to fuck me, Yuuri? [desperately tries to calm his heartbeat, nearly shocking the daylights out of himself the moment the words left his mouth]
Yuuri: [hisses in surprise and nods with surprise - he hadn't expected Wolfram to let him, so he'd been trying to go along with whatever Wolfram wanted, because hey - sex was sex] Yes- if it's all right- [pulls Wolfram's lips back onto his own, kissing him thoroughly]
Wolfram: [picks himself up off his elbows and slams both of his hands down on either side of Yuuri's head, abruptly, as he pulls away, staring down with narrowed eyes] Don't ask me. Don't look at me and expect permission. [shifts his weight to one hand as he reaches up, thumb under Yuuri's chin, and tilts his head up sharply] I want it. [rubs his thumb in circles over soft skin] Don't play with me, Yuuri. [slides his knee off of Yuuri's hip and rears back, sitting on Yuuri's lap] You want it...so tell me how you want it and I'll do it. [starts moving his hips, slowly at first, a subtle back-and-forth rocking motion] You see the headboard? I could bend over and hold on to the frame, or I could lay on my back and spread my legs for you, claw your back when it starts to get too intense. Or would you rather I hook my legs over your shoulder so you can go deeper? It'd drive me insane, I know...do you like what I'm doing now? I like it-- I could ride you, Yuuri, until you're so damn spent you can't even twitch your little finger.
Yuuri: [moans, looking dazed at his words, and squirms against him, taking a moment to try to think about it] Yes, I like this, Wolfram. [also thinks it might be easier for Wolfram, but he's not about to say that out loud in case Wolfram decides to smack him for it or something] I want you to... [has figured out by now that Wolfram really seems to like to have dirty talk] ...pull off my pants and slide down on top of me and let me inside you, and - and -
Wolfram: [finds Yuuri's shy demands equal parts adorable and arousing, and squirms on top of him to find that he's already hard again. Picks up the pace and force of his movements, mimicking what they were about to do, and finds Yuuri's disheveled appearance appealing. He looks...Wolfram's eyes flash brilliant green...like the virgin he is] And? [purrs] Do you want it rough, Yuuri? [eyelids lower] ...Do you want me to scream?
Yuuri: Yesss... slam down on me hard, Wolf, and I want to hear you tell me how much you like it, so that I know it feels good. I want you to be loud. I want you to scream my name...[rocks back up against Wolfram, picking up the timing of his movements and moving against him] And I want you to hurry up and do it, dammit, a guy can't wait forever.
Wolfram: [laughs quietly] We'll do it, then...[catches Yuuri's eye and gives him one more sultry look, before sliding back off of bucking hips to open Yuuri's pants with a soft snap and rasp of a zipper. He starts pulling the fabric down, along with Yuuri's underwear, and contemplates taking them completely off before deciding against it and bunching them up at his knees, allowing the other boy only minimum mobility. He reaches over to his discarded pants, fishing around in the pocket for a minute before retrieving a small tube triumphantly]
Yuuri: [tries to kick off his pants, but he really just gets himself more tangled up and gives up after a moment, watching Wolfram intently through lust-filled eyes] Wolfram...
Wolfram: [lifts the tube for Yuuri to see, smirking down at him] Give me your hand
Yuuri: [blinks, dazed, and obeys] Wolfram? [looks vaguely confused]
Wolfram: [squeezes a generous amount of lube onto Yuuri's fingers, rubbing his hand to insure each one was thoroughly covered] If we don't do this first, you'll hurt me...just hold on a little longer. [lifts himself up a bit and guides Yuuri's hand between his legs, pressing one finger against his entrance before letting go] Press in.
Yuuri: [gulps and nods, following Wolfram's instructions] I don't want to hurt you...[wry smile, as he bites his lip in concentration] Is that all right? [wiggles his finger slightly]
Wolfram: [jerks in response, a shuddering sigh escaping his lips] That's good...[tilts his head back] Deeper, and add fingers gradually.
Yuuri: [continues biting his lip, doing his best to obey Wolfram's directions, working his finger in as far as he can and then drawing out so he can add another, following the same process of wiggling them slowly in until they're buried all the way] Is this right?
Wolfram: Mmmm. That's enough. [picks up the discarded tube again and grabs Yuuri's wrist, pulling his fingers away and moaning at the sudden loss before coating Yuuri's hand again, this time wrapping his fingers around the other boy's member, guiding it into a slow stroking motion]
Yuuri: Nnnnn... [thrusts into Wolfram's hand, making slight whining noises as he hopes Wolfram will hurry up] Wolframmmm [pants] I want you - now - please
Wolfram: [leans over to kiss Yuuri, then settles himself above the other boy and slams home] Aa....aaaahh.
Yuuri: [runs his hands up and down Wolfram's arms, crying out at the feeling] Ooooh, Wolfram. That feels sooo good. [gazes at him with slight concern] Feel good for you?
Wolfram: [whimpers, chest heaving at the slight pain, and nods before lifting himself up again and dropping down, hard]
Yuuri: [reaches up to stroke Wolfram's chest lightly, moaning as Wolfram moves on top of him] You...[pants, and reaches up to shove his bangs out of his eyes so he can see Wolfram] You said you'd scream. [twists his hips slightly to meet Wolfram]
Wolfram: [grins rigidly, face a bit strained] Aa...[takes up a leisurely, but forceful pace, rocking his hips forward and tossing his head back to bare his neck, delighted by Yuuri's responses and the feel of him deep inside his own body] You want me to, don't you? [brushes the pads of his fingers against the soft flesh of Yuuri's stomach] Make me.
Yuuri: [takes Wolfram's erection into his hand and strokes hard, running his thumb over the top, and runs the nails of his other hand over Wolfram's chest, paying special attention to the nipples] That good? [moans himself, around Wolfram's attentions]
Wolfram: [growls and bites back a startled yelp at the abrupt contact, bringing his hips down a little rougher than he meant to] I like the sounds you make when I'm doing this...[squeezes his inner muscles around Yuuri's length experimentally, panting and sweeping his hands over the other boy's stomach, before bringing them back behind him and bracing himself on Yuuri's thighs, kneading the soft skin. It leaves him in a vulnerable position, shoulders back and spine arched forward, his head turned to the side, but his eyes were watching Yuuri carefully.]
Yuuri: [obliges Wolfram with a low moan, staring up at him for a moment fuzzily, before he remembered his goal, and grabs Wolfram by the shoulders, clumsily managing to fumble them around to their positions are reversed. He pins Wolfram to the bed by the shoulders with one hand while his other continues to stroke Wolfram's erection as he picks up the pace, pressing deep into Wolfram with low groans] How about this, Wolf? [purrs it into his ear, and then goes for the lobe, remembering how sensitive it was, licking and nibbling on it]
Wolfram: [cries out, legs automatically wrapping around Yuuri's hips and his body arching up, pressing tightly against the other boy] Tha-...evil. [twists under Yuuri's grip, soft growls and whines and whimpers almost continuous as he raised his arms to wrap around the other boy's shoulders, the edges of his fingernails teasing the skin at the back of Yuuri's neck]
Yuuri: [grins] 'Course [mumbled from around Wolfram's ear, which he licks and sucks on thoroughly all the way around before he pulls back and blows lightly. All the while he's slamming into Wolfram, driving him into the mattress and still managing to pick up the pace, panting and running his free hand all over Wolfram]
Wolfram: [momentarily goes limp, arms sliding away from Yuuri and falling to either side of his head as he endured the other boy's brand of worship, eyes nearly rolling back in his head. Carefully, his hand crept over to a forgotten tube, and he concentrated on distracting Yuuri, purposefully remaining in a helpless position, narrow, clouded eyes focused on the boy above him] I want it harder. [lowers his lashes, coy] I want it faster. I want you to drive me insane-- nail me to the fucking floor.
Yuuri: [moans at the words and moves to obey, his breathing coming ragged as he has to let go of Wolfram's ear to take in gulping breaths, slamming into him, causing the squeaking of springs in the mattress] Wolfram- [strokes a hand through his hair and bends to kiss him momentarily. He's now moving as hard...as fast...as he thinks he possibly can]
Wolfram: [pulls Yuuri's tongue into his mouth and sucks eagerly, abandoning the tube and passing slickened fingers feather-light over the other boy's side, curving around at his waist and down his lower back before finding his goal and teasing the tight pucker, rubbing the pad of one finger over his entrance before slipping it in, just a tiny bit, before pulling out and repeating the motion. His body tenses at the increase in pace before forcefully ripping his mouth away from Yuuri's, tossing his head back and releasing a loud, throaty groan, feet propped up on the bed and spread wide]
Yuuri: [pauses to reflect that that shouldn't feel good, but it does, and lets out another loud moan, trying to decide whether to ask Wolfram what he's doing or just let him do it, and decides fuzzily on the latter because he doesn't have the brain capacity for the former] Wolfram... [grinds out the syllables desperately, slamming into Wolfram and half-clawing at his chest, fingers stroking all over it. His mouth is engaged in making all kinds of interesting noises of enjoyment and need] Oh GOD Wolfram...so good...
Wolfram: [writhes under him, tears gathering in his eyes from the intensity of it, the heat, the sight, the smell, the sounds-- finally slides his finger all the way inside Yuuri, curling his finger as he searches for the small, spongy flesh he knows is there, and rubs unmercifully when he finds it.] Mm.
Yuuri: [moans loudly, yelling Wolfram's name as his pounding becomes erratic and he pants, hard. He's trying to move towards two sensations at the same time, and the stimulation levels are becoming almost painful] Oh GOD Wolfram - fuck, come for me, Wolfram, I'm so close- [bites his lip and squinches his eyes, concentrating, trying to hold off for his lover, though the combined sensations are making it very difficult]
Wolfram: [pulls Yuuri's head down so that his lips are pressed to Wolfram's ear]
Yuuri: [leans down and is panting, murmurring Wolfram's name, and nibbles gently on his ear, panting his name] Please, Wolfram-
Wolfram: [squeezes his eyes shut and luxuriates in the feel of Yuuri's breath against his ear and the subtle vibrations from the other boy's speech. The sensation was starting to build, and he forced his entire body to relax and let it wash over him-- and when it finally peeked, he did scream, overwhelmed by the initial shock as his toes curled into the covers and his body arched almost painfully as he found release]
Yuuri: [practically screams himself at the sound of what he could make Wolfram do, at the sensation of him tightening around him, of the beautiful expression on Wolfram's face. He gasps, hard, and slams into Wolfram one more time, his body tightening and shuddering as he spills into Wolfram and then slumps over him, muttering something to the effect of 'ohmygodsooogood' into his neck]
Wolfram: [mutters, sleepily] And you fought this for so long...because...?
Yuuri: [mumbles something else that indicates he has no idea whatsoever] You've [yawn] Never been to earth. If you'd been raised there you'd know why. [yawns again] Less talking more sleeping.
Wolfram: [grumbles and tugs the blankets over them both, curling into Yuuri's body and settling in to sleep with a soft purr of contentment]
Yuuri: [wraps his arms around Wolfram and nuzzles into his hair, yawning cutely again and then drifting off]
And I'm not going to tell you who wrote which character. It's fun if you have to guess. (Hint: hers are the better ones.)
And, as everyone who knows us probably realizes, it's Wolfram and Yuuri.
Yuuri: [walking along innocently, whistling "I've been working on the railroad" because he's weird like that"]
Wolfram: [stuffs shoe in his mouth]
Yuuri: Mmmph! Wffrmmm! [pulls shoe from mouth] What was that for?
Wolfram: Well, if I have to stretch you before we have sex, obviously I have to stretch your mouth before you blow me.
Yuuri: O_O Huhbuhfuh....
Wolfram: What are you just standing there for? I wear this cravat for a reason. Take it off and use me. I mean, it.
Yuuri: [gapes for a moment more, and then shrugs and picks Wolfram up and drapes him over his shoulder, hauling him off to the bedroom...and maybe copping a feel or two on the way there]
Wolfram: [dangles helplessly] Cut it out. I feel like I'm not equal to you right now. I can't reach YOUR ass.
Yuuri: [dumps Wolfram on the bed and flops down on his stomach innocently] Now you can.
Wolfram: Aren't we romantic? [sardonic grin] Besides, you already have something on your ass. [points to Conrad's arm] Want me to kill it?
Yuuri: Ewww, it really does get around...now Conrad's a nice guy, but that's a little kinky. [tosses it out the window]
Wolfram: Well, now that it's gone...[plants an arm on the other side of Yuuri's prone body, leaning over him, then pauses] Did that thing just *scream*?
Yuuri: God, I hope not. Ignore it. [attempts to put on a sexy expression]
Wolfram: Are you constipated?
Yuuri: [sighs] No. I think you're more interested in that arm than you are in me.
Wolfram: Yes. I'm going to run away with my brother's arm. [slides his fingers through Yuuri's hair] Besides, you brought it up.
Yuuri: Did not. [pouts, this time succeeding in a cute/sexy combination, though entirely unintentionally]
Wolfram: If I drool on you, does that count as interest?
Yuuri: Ummm...in a "wow he's so hot" way or in a "Yuuri's so pathetically boring I have gone senile" way?
Wolfram: [smirks] The first. [licks his cheek]
Yuuri: [blush] Oh. Okay. [props himself up on his elbows and kisses Wolfram tenatively]
Wolfram: [moves over, straddling Yuuri's hips and ending up on his hands and knees above the other boy. Bites at the corners of his lips and flicks his tongue out tentatively.]
Yuuri: [lets out a surprised gasp and squirms slightly, his lips parting without him thinking about it]
Wolfram: [Moans quietly into Yuuri's mouth as his tongue slips inside, trying to stay upright to avoid crushing the other boy]
Yuuri: Mmm... [mumbles happily into the kiss, then notices Wolfram's arm's shaking slightly, pushes him off and rolls so they're both lying on their sides and throws a leg over Wolfram's hips, snuggling up to him and re-initiates the kiss]
Wolfram: [pushes his leg between Yuuri's, his thigh rocking slowly, almost imperceptively against the so-far soft bulge he found there. One hand sliding under Yuuri's head, the other reaches down and tugs the dark uniform up, revealing the soft, creamy skin of the other boy's belly. His fingertips ghost over Yuuri's side in gentle spidersteps, gradually making his way towards the boy's chest-- and pushing his shirt up as he goes]
Yuuri: [squeaks slightly and squirms a little bit against Wolfram's leg. He's never quite sure what to do with Wolfram, so he tentatively goes for threading his fingers through Wolfram's soft blonde hair at the back of his neck and pulling him a little bit further into the kiss, stroking Wolfram's tongue with his own and hoping Wolfram will tell him if he does something wrong]
Wolfram: [smirks against Yuuri's lips at his tentative response, stilling his fingers and flattening the palm of his hand against the boy as he slowly lifted the shirt, agonizingly slow, intentionally scratching Yuuri's nipple with his fingernail along the way. He sucked gingerly at the boy's tongue, pulling it into his own mouth as he increased the pressure of his leg]
Yuuri: [moans and grinds against Wolfram's leg] mmmffram [he mumbles into Wolfram's mouth and combs his fingers through his hair, then nervously moves his hand down and slides it just under Wolfram's shirt, stroking his spine lightly]
Wolfram: [grunts, arching his back in approval before breaking the kiss with a wet sound, only long enough to pull Yuuri's shirt over his head before attacking his neck, kisses feather-light until Yuuri's grinding got the better of him, and kisses turned to bites, and bites turned to harsh sucking as he found a sensitive spot between neck and shoulder and buried his face in it. His free hand settled itself just beneath Yuuri's shoulder blades, keeping him from moving away...very far, anyway.]
Yuuri: [moans and tips his head back to encourage Wolfram to go on - not that he seems to need it. Moving away is the furthest thing from his mind, and his light touches on Wolfram's back turn harder, and he'd probably be clawing if he didn't bite his nails off frequently] Wolf...[presses hard up against Wolfram's thigh, panting]
Wolfram: [moves his hand from Yuuri's back to fist tightly in the dark hair at the back of his neck, abandoning the now reddened skin with one last parting lick in favor of nipping Yuuri's throat, just below his jawline. In a swift movement, he jerks his leg up, the motion just barely managing to avoid being painful. The fingers at his back are driving him insane, the aforementioned apendages staying in one place, constantly, and he writhes at the sensation of them digging into his spine]
Yuuri: [lets out a hoarse yell at Wolfram's actions and seals his lips over Wolfram's again, moving his hands to start clawing at Wolfram's clothes, trying to figure out the unfamiliar garmets] Wolffff... how do you get these off?
Wolfram: [Yelps in surprise at the suddenly aggressive treatment, and stares for a moment, confused, until Yuuri's question registers in his brain] Oh. [He pauses, considering whether or not he should tell Yuuri what to do or if he should disrobe himself. In the end, he decides against both, both hands grasping the back of Yuuri's head and tilting his own back, as he brought the other boy's lips to his cravat] Figure it out.
Yuuri: [mumbles something in annoyance, but kisses Wolfram's jaw, and then his throat just above the cravat. He nuzzles Wolfram's collar aside, discovering where it's tied and, after some trial and error in which lips and teeth scrape over the skin of Wolfram's neck, manages to get it untied with his mouth. His fingers stay busy working at the buttons on Wolfram's shirt]
Wolfram: [sighs, both at the kisses and the sudden relief as his cravat was pulled off. The thing chafed at his neck, seriously.] There. You didn't need my help... [wriggles a bit as his clothing is loosened, unaware that he only manages to rub himself against Yuuri]
Yuuri: [grumbles] But it would have been faster if you'd told me...[arches into Wolfram, and then manages to push his shirt off of Wolfram's shoulders. He moves his hands to Wolfram's chest, and mumbles] Such perfect skin...[strokes his hands over it, almost in awe]
Wolfram: Who wants it fast? [Pauses] Never mind, I should have realized you'd be the type to rush through things. [presses his forehead against Yuuri's, one arm slung over his shoulders] I intend on taking my time.
Yuuri: [mumbles something again, that sounds like he's a little doubtful of the whole 'not rushing things' theory, and kisses Wolfram again, surprising himself a bit at how it's somewhat on the rough side, sucking hard on Wolfram's lips and then nipping at them]
Wolfram: [returns the kiss with equal fervor, reaching up to cup Yuuri's neck and rubs his fingers over the smooth skin, he gently pulls his leg away from the other boy as Yuuri got a little too friendly with it]
Yuuri: [whines slightly at the loss and grabs Wolfram's hips, pulling them against his own with a slight growl] Wolfraaaaam...[pulls away long enough to moan Wolfram's name and then attacks his ear, licking over the lobe and then nibbling]
Wolfram: [jerks abruptly and sinks his nails into Yuuri's neck, wailing.] Ahhh...damn, damn, let go! [tries to pull away from the overwhelming sensation at his ear, his breath thin and harsh as the tables were turned on him and he was reduced to a helpless puddle, squirming restlessly.]
Yuuri: [winces and pulls away as Wolfram's nails dig into his neck, and looks somewhat worried] Er...Wolfram? Did I bite too hard? [looks nervous and sheepish, and if he'd been standing, he probably would have been scuffing his foot and staring at the floor]
Wolfram: [stares for a minute, still disoriented, before shutting his mouth and reaching up to stroke Yuuri's cheek] No...[sighs] my ear is my weak spot, that's all. I liked it...[tries not to choke on his own embarrassment] I just couldn't take it.
Yuuri: [blinks and processes] Oh. Wolfram, that's - [blushes] Um, kinda cute. So...er...[leans into Wolfram's hand slightly] Is it offlimits, or fair game? [eyes it, thinking that if Wolfram says it's okay, he's going to drive him to distraction]
Wolfram: [A little hesitant, unsure of whether he wants to give Yuuri access to his ear considering the way the other boy is looking at it, then sighs. He knows it wouldn't be a good idea to deny that to Yuuri now, especially with how shy the dark-haired boy was being. If he said no to that, would Yuuri still be willing to take the initiative?] I...I don't care. [his eyelid twitched, trying his best to sound nonchalant and failing miserably as his voice quivers. He sounds more like a petulant child than a calm and cool adult]
Yuuri: [hides a smile, and makes a 'shhh' sort of hiss of air from between his teeth. He works his mouth over Wolfram's jaw, moving slowly towards Wolfram's ear to give him some warning this time. He kisses the lobe gently and then closes his mouth carefully over it, trying to do things slowly to give Wolfram just the right amount of sensation, rather than too much. He licks around the edge, slowly, trying to make Wolfram melt]
Wolfram: [twists against Yuuri's body, shuddering uncontrollably even at the gentle kisses. He presses his body against the other boy's, arms wrapping around a slender waist, more to brace himself than in any effort to bring them closer, although it was a nice bonus. The sounds escaping him now didn't even have substance, mostly just breathy sounds that mimick moans and whines as Yuuri manipulates his poor, sensitive ear]
Yuuri: [decides to have pity on Wolfram, especially since if Wolfram finds an equally sensitive spot on him at any point, he might be more likely to be merciful if Yuuri was. He gives one last hard suck and nibble and lets go] You like that? [strokes his hand down the center of Wolfram's chest in a light up and down motion]
Wolfram: [shivers, and sighs quietly] That wasn't obvious? [grabs Yuuri's hand, stopping it's distracting motion and pulling it down to cup the bulge between his legs] This is your fault.
Yuuri: [mischeviously resumes the motion with his other hand and squeezes gently] Are you complaining? [blinks cutely] Cause I could make it up to you...
Wolfram: Mmmm, I'm not complaining, but I'd like you to make it up to me anyway.
Yuuri: [nuzzles at Wolfram's throat] Do you have a suggestion...? [nips gently along his collarbone] Because I'm open to suggestions...
Wolfram: [tries not to think too hard about what exactly Yuuri is 'open' to, pulling away from the other boy's body and laying sprawled on his back, legs spread invitingly] No, I'm absolutely clueless. [teasingly] But surely you'll think of something.
Yuuri: [kisses down Wolfram's front and then unbuttons his pants tugging them down off of Wolfram's hips slightly. He grasps Wolfram's erection carefully, stroking it slowly, trying to remember what feels good when he does this to himself and repeat it for Wolfram. He bites his lip and looks up at Wolf] Er...[turns bright red] For the actual...you know...I might need instruction, and I really mean it this time...[hastily] Because I don't want to do something wrong or stupid and then - er - yes. [finishes lamely, though he hasn't stopped his stroking]
Wolfram: [Bucks his hips up in response to Yuuri's gentle touches] Ahh-- [interested in exactly what Yuuri plans, he tucks his arms under his head and grins down at the boy] I'll help you, don't worry. [his head tilts to the side, eyes closing. Yuuri's grip was so very unsure that each touch was maddeningly gentle, and he reached down to squeeze his hand over Yuuri's to correct that]
Yuuri: [tightens his hand and strokes harder, obediently, and then leands down, curiously, and licks at the head and then slides it carefully a little ways into his mouth]
Wolfram: [throws his arms above his head and tilts his chin back, half-sobbing at the warm, wet sensation as his thighs tensed and relaxed rhythmically, slender fingers knotting in the pristine-white sheets beneath them. His toes curled, automatically seeking leverage, and he desperately tried to refrain from bucking up into Yuuri's mouth]
Yuuri: [feels Wolfram moving slightly under him and moves a hand to pin down Wolfram's hips automatically. He takes Wolfram as far into his mouth as he can; knowing nothing about deep throating, this isn't all that far, but what he's lacking in aptitude he's probably mostly making up for in enthusiasm, and it's not like Wolfram's likely to know the difference anyway. He starts sucking tentatively, waiting for approval from Wolfram on this latest action]
Wolfram: [sighs in relief at the feel of slightly cool hands on his skin, bracing him, and nearly chokes on his next intake of breath as Yuuri slipped down further. Unconsciously, his back arched sharply, the curve of his spine nearly creating a half-circle. He sucked in his gut, skin stretched taut over his belly, and quickly found himself restless. He released the sheets with a little effort, bringing white-knuckled hands down to tease sensitive skin, index finger tracing his navel before brushing downwards towards his thigh, pausing a minute to stroke Yuuri's cheek and hair]
Yuuri: [puts his tongue to good use, running it up and down, and curling it around as far as he can, sucking a little bit harder, carefully keeping teeth out of the way and maybe working a little bit slower for his care. He strokes Wolfram's inner thigh with the hand that isn't busy pinning Wolfram down to a reasonable degree, thinking that this is a little harder than it looks - er, not that he's seen anyone do it, but it's harder than he thought it would be. Not that he's thought much about it, of course. He keeps increasing the power behind his sucking, hoping that Wolfram will indicate if it becomes too powerful]
Wolfram: [purrs contentedly at the hand caressing his thigh, raising his ankles and settling them against Yuuri's lower back. His free hand is making a sweep across the rest of his body, tickling here, scratching there, plucking and teasing and stroking everywhere else...then angles his head to look down at the other boy, and it's almost too much. Eyes half-lidded and glazed over, the green pools darkened, he stared, hoping Yuuri would look back up at him, wanting nothing more right then. He starts to talk, voice trembling and tripping over the words] A...are...are you t-try...ing to eat m-me or s-something? [winces at his choice of words] You-..you know w-wha...what I mean.
Yuuri: [looks up at Wolfram, his eyes half-closed in something resembling a cat that got the canary. He's thinking Wolfram looks beautiful like this, though he's not going to stop what he's doing to tell him that, and he'd probably be nervous to anyway. He hums something like a confirmation in answer to Wolfram's question, managing a slight smile around his mouthful but doesn't cease, adding a slight, slow up and down motion, drawing Wolfram in and out]
Wolfram: [Starts to smile in response to Yuuri finally looking at him, then nearly pops the poor boy's head off with his thighs at the quiet humming.]
Yuuri: [nearly chokes and backs off quickly, shifting to use both hands to pin Wolfram down] C-carefuly there, Wolfram [A rather large sweatdrop appears on his head. He leans a little bit of weight onto Wolfram's hips to hold him still before he resumes his motions, continuing the quiet humming at odd intervals, but trying to make sure he has a secure hold on Wolfram before each time he starts]
Wolfram: [mewls lowly in disappointment as the comforting hand rubbing his thigh is removed, then quickly forgets all about it with each buzzing sensation. It felt vaguely like being electrified, and he reacts to it as such; hips twitching and bucking fruitlessly as he was held back each time. The helpless, vulnerable noises forcing their way out of his throat crescendo, hands abandoning his own body to grip the sheets again as frustration and desire overwhelmed him. His legs tightened around Yuuri's body, mouth opened wide as he panted and gasped and struggled for air, head tossing back and forth before something inside him tightened and snapped. The only noise that managed to escape him was a strangled moan as he came, hard and fast]
Yuuri: [coughs and sputters slightly as he swallows, making an odd face, and releases Wolfram, noting idly he was holding him pretty tight as there are white marks where his fingers were. He slides up to look at Wolfram for a moment, before leaning towards him and hesitantly kissing him.]
Wolfram: [doesn't respond at first, then lazily wraps his arms around Yuuri's neck, marveling at the soft warmth of his skin and the feathery feel of his hair as he kisses back, slowly, and he can still feel the pleasure of release deep under his skin, traveling in his blood like some kind of drug-- in his arms, his chest, even his toes] That was nice. [mumbles against Yuuri's lips, almost too lax to even keep his arms suspended around the other boy]
Yuuri: [lazy smile] Mm. Good. [snuggles, tucking his head under Wolfram's chin]
Wolfram: [adjusts his body so they're pulled close, chest-to-chest, and slings one arm over Yuuri's shoulder. Reaches up and presses his hand to the back of Yuuri's head, landing a soft kiss on his brow before tossing the other boy onto his back, pinning him to the bed]
Yuuri: [squeaks and squirms, more out of general principle than any actual need to, a slight laugh bubbling up through his lips] Oi, Wolf, whatcha doing?
Wolfram: [bumps their foreheads together and stares into Yuuri's face, pensive, then trails his hand down the other boy's cheek and slides his finger over Yuuri's lips as he pulled his body up, bracing himself with knees and elbows as he straddled the other boy, never once pulling his face away.] You're still hard.
Yuuri: Mmm, yeah. [rubs up against Wolfram, nipping gently at the finger that was running over his lips and then draws it into his mouth, sucking]
Wolfram: [lowers his eyelids and stares at the finger slowly disappearing between Yuuri's lips, and drawls, slowly] You know...I'm not sure how we're going to remedy that. [leans down to Yuuri's ear, taking a soft lobe in his mouth and biting down gently] Do you have any ideas? [moves to Yuuri's neck and lays sucking kisses all the way down the smooth column] Tell me what you want to do to me.
Yuuri: [groans] Well I- had an idea, but I already did it to you...[smirks] Unless you want me to do it again. [head tips back as Wolfram kisses along his neck, and groans again, lowly]
Wolfram: [scrapes his teeth along tender skin as he pulls away, and retrieves his finger-- wet and slick-- from Yuuri's mouth, and drops it onto his crotch. Fondles slowly, the pressure so light he was sure all Yuuri got out of it was a few tickling sensations, but that was all he needed for the time being-- teasing, not enough to get the other boy off] I'm sure you know more about sex than that, Yuuri. [licks his lips, a little nervous about what he's doing, but ignores it] Describe everything you want to do...because I have no problems staying like this for the next hour or so. [drags his knee up and settles it on Yuuri's hip to prevent him from bucking] All you have to do is say it out loud...and then we'll do it. Anything you want...
Yuuri: [moans, frustrated, and cracks his eyes open, the black pools appearing slowly] Wolfram...so mean...[tries to squirm up despite Wolfram's holding him down, and thinking this is totally not fair because Wolfram's already gotten off] I want to try everything, how am I supposed to pick?
Wolfram: [smirks wickedly] We'll get to the 'everything' the second you tell me what 'everything' is... [scratches his fingernail over the bulge with only a slight change in pressure as he settles his cheek against Yuuri's, waiting]
Yuuri: [whimpers breathily and tries to glare at Wolfram, not really succeeding] I want...your mouth everywhere - on mine, and on my neck and chest and back - and your lips and your teeth. And I want your hands- on my- [flushes] On my cock. And - and - [brain gives out completely] FUCK, Wolfram. I want to come and I don't care how...
Wolfram: [supresses a groan in reaction to Yuuri's words, quickly following through with his promise and latching onto Yuuri's lips with his own in a short, chaste kiss, momentarily tightening his fingers enough to insure the other boy feels it. Pulls away only far enough to manage speech, eyes locking onto Yuuri's as he whispers, voice raspy and deep from renewed arousal] ...Want to fuck me, Yuuri? [desperately tries to calm his heartbeat, nearly shocking the daylights out of himself the moment the words left his mouth]
Yuuri: [hisses in surprise and nods with surprise - he hadn't expected Wolfram to let him, so he'd been trying to go along with whatever Wolfram wanted, because hey - sex was sex] Yes- if it's all right- [pulls Wolfram's lips back onto his own, kissing him thoroughly]
Wolfram: [picks himself up off his elbows and slams both of his hands down on either side of Yuuri's head, abruptly, as he pulls away, staring down with narrowed eyes] Don't ask me. Don't look at me and expect permission. [shifts his weight to one hand as he reaches up, thumb under Yuuri's chin, and tilts his head up sharply] I want it. [rubs his thumb in circles over soft skin] Don't play with me, Yuuri. [slides his knee off of Yuuri's hip and rears back, sitting on Yuuri's lap] You want it...so tell me how you want it and I'll do it. [starts moving his hips, slowly at first, a subtle back-and-forth rocking motion] You see the headboard? I could bend over and hold on to the frame, or I could lay on my back and spread my legs for you, claw your back when it starts to get too intense. Or would you rather I hook my legs over your shoulder so you can go deeper? It'd drive me insane, I know...do you like what I'm doing now? I like it-- I could ride you, Yuuri, until you're so damn spent you can't even twitch your little finger.
Yuuri: [moans, looking dazed at his words, and squirms against him, taking a moment to try to think about it] Yes, I like this, Wolfram. [also thinks it might be easier for Wolfram, but he's not about to say that out loud in case Wolfram decides to smack him for it or something] I want you to... [has figured out by now that Wolfram really seems to like to have dirty talk] ...pull off my pants and slide down on top of me and let me inside you, and - and -
Wolfram: [finds Yuuri's shy demands equal parts adorable and arousing, and squirms on top of him to find that he's already hard again. Picks up the pace and force of his movements, mimicking what they were about to do, and finds Yuuri's disheveled appearance appealing. He looks...Wolfram's eyes flash brilliant green...like the virgin he is] And? [purrs] Do you want it rough, Yuuri? [eyelids lower] ...Do you want me to scream?
Yuuri: Yesss... slam down on me hard, Wolf, and I want to hear you tell me how much you like it, so that I know it feels good. I want you to be loud. I want you to scream my name...[rocks back up against Wolfram, picking up the timing of his movements and moving against him] And I want you to hurry up and do it, dammit, a guy can't wait forever.
Wolfram: [laughs quietly] We'll do it, then...[catches Yuuri's eye and gives him one more sultry look, before sliding back off of bucking hips to open Yuuri's pants with a soft snap and rasp of a zipper. He starts pulling the fabric down, along with Yuuri's underwear, and contemplates taking them completely off before deciding against it and bunching them up at his knees, allowing the other boy only minimum mobility. He reaches over to his discarded pants, fishing around in the pocket for a minute before retrieving a small tube triumphantly]
Yuuri: [tries to kick off his pants, but he really just gets himself more tangled up and gives up after a moment, watching Wolfram intently through lust-filled eyes] Wolfram...
Wolfram: [lifts the tube for Yuuri to see, smirking down at him] Give me your hand
Yuuri: [blinks, dazed, and obeys] Wolfram? [looks vaguely confused]
Wolfram: [squeezes a generous amount of lube onto Yuuri's fingers, rubbing his hand to insure each one was thoroughly covered] If we don't do this first, you'll hurt me...just hold on a little longer. [lifts himself up a bit and guides Yuuri's hand between his legs, pressing one finger against his entrance before letting go] Press in.
Yuuri: [gulps and nods, following Wolfram's instructions] I don't want to hurt you...[wry smile, as he bites his lip in concentration] Is that all right? [wiggles his finger slightly]
Wolfram: [jerks in response, a shuddering sigh escaping his lips] That's good...[tilts his head back] Deeper, and add fingers gradually.
Yuuri: [continues biting his lip, doing his best to obey Wolfram's directions, working his finger in as far as he can and then drawing out so he can add another, following the same process of wiggling them slowly in until they're buried all the way] Is this right?
Wolfram: Mmmm. That's enough. [picks up the discarded tube again and grabs Yuuri's wrist, pulling his fingers away and moaning at the sudden loss before coating Yuuri's hand again, this time wrapping his fingers around the other boy's member, guiding it into a slow stroking motion]
Yuuri: Nnnnn... [thrusts into Wolfram's hand, making slight whining noises as he hopes Wolfram will hurry up] Wolframmmm [pants] I want you - now - please
Wolfram: [leans over to kiss Yuuri, then settles himself above the other boy and slams home] Aa....aaaahh.
Yuuri: [runs his hands up and down Wolfram's arms, crying out at the feeling] Ooooh, Wolfram. That feels sooo good. [gazes at him with slight concern] Feel good for you?
Wolfram: [whimpers, chest heaving at the slight pain, and nods before lifting himself up again and dropping down, hard]
Yuuri: [reaches up to stroke Wolfram's chest lightly, moaning as Wolfram moves on top of him] You...[pants, and reaches up to shove his bangs out of his eyes so he can see Wolfram] You said you'd scream. [twists his hips slightly to meet Wolfram]
Wolfram: [grins rigidly, face a bit strained] Aa...[takes up a leisurely, but forceful pace, rocking his hips forward and tossing his head back to bare his neck, delighted by Yuuri's responses and the feel of him deep inside his own body] You want me to, don't you? [brushes the pads of his fingers against the soft flesh of Yuuri's stomach] Make me.
Yuuri: [takes Wolfram's erection into his hand and strokes hard, running his thumb over the top, and runs the nails of his other hand over Wolfram's chest, paying special attention to the nipples] That good? [moans himself, around Wolfram's attentions]
Wolfram: [growls and bites back a startled yelp at the abrupt contact, bringing his hips down a little rougher than he meant to] I like the sounds you make when I'm doing this...[squeezes his inner muscles around Yuuri's length experimentally, panting and sweeping his hands over the other boy's stomach, before bringing them back behind him and bracing himself on Yuuri's thighs, kneading the soft skin. It leaves him in a vulnerable position, shoulders back and spine arched forward, his head turned to the side, but his eyes were watching Yuuri carefully.]
Yuuri: [obliges Wolfram with a low moan, staring up at him for a moment fuzzily, before he remembered his goal, and grabs Wolfram by the shoulders, clumsily managing to fumble them around to their positions are reversed. He pins Wolfram to the bed by the shoulders with one hand while his other continues to stroke Wolfram's erection as he picks up the pace, pressing deep into Wolfram with low groans] How about this, Wolf? [purrs it into his ear, and then goes for the lobe, remembering how sensitive it was, licking and nibbling on it]
Wolfram: [cries out, legs automatically wrapping around Yuuri's hips and his body arching up, pressing tightly against the other boy] Tha-...evil. [twists under Yuuri's grip, soft growls and whines and whimpers almost continuous as he raised his arms to wrap around the other boy's shoulders, the edges of his fingernails teasing the skin at the back of Yuuri's neck]
Yuuri: [grins] 'Course [mumbled from around Wolfram's ear, which he licks and sucks on thoroughly all the way around before he pulls back and blows lightly. All the while he's slamming into Wolfram, driving him into the mattress and still managing to pick up the pace, panting and running his free hand all over Wolfram]
Wolfram: [momentarily goes limp, arms sliding away from Yuuri and falling to either side of his head as he endured the other boy's brand of worship, eyes nearly rolling back in his head. Carefully, his hand crept over to a forgotten tube, and he concentrated on distracting Yuuri, purposefully remaining in a helpless position, narrow, clouded eyes focused on the boy above him] I want it harder. [lowers his lashes, coy] I want it faster. I want you to drive me insane-- nail me to the fucking floor.
Yuuri: [moans at the words and moves to obey, his breathing coming ragged as he has to let go of Wolfram's ear to take in gulping breaths, slamming into him, causing the squeaking of springs in the mattress] Wolfram- [strokes a hand through his hair and bends to kiss him momentarily. He's now moving as hard...as fast...as he thinks he possibly can]
Wolfram: [pulls Yuuri's tongue into his mouth and sucks eagerly, abandoning the tube and passing slickened fingers feather-light over the other boy's side, curving around at his waist and down his lower back before finding his goal and teasing the tight pucker, rubbing the pad of one finger over his entrance before slipping it in, just a tiny bit, before pulling out and repeating the motion. His body tenses at the increase in pace before forcefully ripping his mouth away from Yuuri's, tossing his head back and releasing a loud, throaty groan, feet propped up on the bed and spread wide]
Yuuri: [pauses to reflect that that shouldn't feel good, but it does, and lets out another loud moan, trying to decide whether to ask Wolfram what he's doing or just let him do it, and decides fuzzily on the latter because he doesn't have the brain capacity for the former] Wolfram... [grinds out the syllables desperately, slamming into Wolfram and half-clawing at his chest, fingers stroking all over it. His mouth is engaged in making all kinds of interesting noises of enjoyment and need] Oh GOD Wolfram...so good...
Wolfram: [writhes under him, tears gathering in his eyes from the intensity of it, the heat, the sight, the smell, the sounds-- finally slides his finger all the way inside Yuuri, curling his finger as he searches for the small, spongy flesh he knows is there, and rubs unmercifully when he finds it.] Mm.
Yuuri: [moans loudly, yelling Wolfram's name as his pounding becomes erratic and he pants, hard. He's trying to move towards two sensations at the same time, and the stimulation levels are becoming almost painful] Oh GOD Wolfram - fuck, come for me, Wolfram, I'm so close- [bites his lip and squinches his eyes, concentrating, trying to hold off for his lover, though the combined sensations are making it very difficult]
Wolfram: [pulls Yuuri's head down so that his lips are pressed to Wolfram's ear]
Yuuri: [leans down and is panting, murmurring Wolfram's name, and nibbles gently on his ear, panting his name] Please, Wolfram-
Wolfram: [squeezes his eyes shut and luxuriates in the feel of Yuuri's breath against his ear and the subtle vibrations from the other boy's speech. The sensation was starting to build, and he forced his entire body to relax and let it wash over him-- and when it finally peeked, he did scream, overwhelmed by the initial shock as his toes curled into the covers and his body arched almost painfully as he found release]
Yuuri: [practically screams himself at the sound of what he could make Wolfram do, at the sensation of him tightening around him, of the beautiful expression on Wolfram's face. He gasps, hard, and slams into Wolfram one more time, his body tightening and shuddering as he spills into Wolfram and then slumps over him, muttering something to the effect of 'ohmygodsooogood' into his neck]
Wolfram: [mutters, sleepily] And you fought this for so long...because...?
Yuuri: [mumbles something else that indicates he has no idea whatsoever] You've [yawn] Never been to earth. If you'd been raised there you'd know why. [yawns again] Less talking more sleeping.
Wolfram: [grumbles and tugs the blankets over them both, curling into Yuuri's body and settling in to sleep with a soft purr of contentment]
Yuuri: [wraps his arms around Wolfram and nuzzles into his hair, yawning cutely again and then drifting off]