[One-shot] Serious Business
Title: Serious Business
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Wolfram/Yuuri
Genre: Is silliness a genre?
Chapter: One-shot
Summary: A little silliness in the bedroom isn’t necessarily a bad thing… ~_^
Warnings: Extreme Silliness. Yaoi Lemon. If you don’t like that or the rating is not appropriate for you, please don’t read it.
Comments: No spoilers I can think of - but did I mention the silly? Enjoy! ^_^
Four thumps resounded throughout the Maou’s bedchamber as the two lovers kicked their boots off none too carefully. Wolfram groaned, the sound muffled as his lips pressed against Yuri’s neck. He tried to draw his body closer to Yuuri’s, but busy hands clawing at the material of his jacket prevented it. He could feel the warmth radiating from Yuuri’s skin, and he wanted to touch and taste every inch of it - now.
“Can’t you hurry up?” Wolfram complained. Yuuri was still fumbling with the fastenings of Wolfram’s jacket…this had been going on for more than long enough for Yuuri to have unfastened it, and Wolfram was, quite frankly, tired of waiting. If this was Yuuri’s stupid idea of teasing…
“I’m trying,” Yuuri said, gasping as Wolfram’s tongue traced the shell of his ear. “You have too many damn buttons and chains and stuff on this thing.”
Wolfram pulled back with an exaggerated sigh, taking it upon himself to unclasp the fastenings on his jacket and remove it, along with his shirt. He noted smugly that Yuuri was staring at his now-bare chest with a look of obvious desire. “Three years, and you’re still hopeless,” Wolfram grumbled.
Yuuri blinked, then his brow furrowed in irritation. “Am not! You’re just impatient, Wolf.”
“Wimp.” With that, Wolfram proceeded to deftly unfasten Yuuri’s uniform jacket and his shirt, shooting his lover a smirk to emphasize how comparatively easily he was able to accomplish the task. Yuuri stuck his tongue out cheekily, but as Wolfram reached out to caress his skin, the amused look melted into one that could only be described as hungry. Wolfram paused for a moment, taking in the becoming flush that spread across Yuuri’s face, and then he yanked Yuuri into a tight embrace.
Wolfram leaned down, his mouth trailing a path along Yuuri’s neck and collarbone, enjoying the feel of Yuuri’s panting breaths on his cheek. Wolfram’s fingers slowly moved down Yuuri’s back, every motion teasingly soft. When his hands brushed Yuuri’s sides and moved to the fastening on his trousers, though, Yuuri tensed and wriggled a bit, stifling a laugh. Wolfram tried to undo the fastening, but as his knuckles dragged softly along Yuuri’s stomach, Yuuri shifted, making Wolfram lose his grip on the material. Wolfram made another grab for it, but Yuuri moved again, his muscles quivering beneath Wolfram’s touch.
“Stop squirming, and this will be abundantly easier, you know.” Wolfram grabbed Yuuri by the hips to keep him still, digging his fingers in a bit more than necessary. He pulled Yuuri flush against him, and looked at him disapprovingly before leaning in to kiss him hard on the mouth. Yuuri parted his lips immediately, inviting Wolfram to taste him - but Wolfram slowly traced around Yuuri’s lips with his tongue instead, just in case Yuuri had forgotten exactly who was in control, here.
“I can’t help it! You’re taking too long,” Yuuri half-moaned as Wolfram pulled back and tried again to unfasten Yuuri’s trousers. An abbreviated giggle came from Yuuri’s throat and he pulled back - again.
“Then stop moving,” Wolfram growled. “You’re always making things difficult.” There was only so long a man could wait, damn it! This was more frustrating than foreplay should be, Wolfram decided, and so he reached out and grabbed Yuuri around the waist, holding him firmly in place while he practically tore open the trouser fastening.
Wolfram hooked his fingers under the waist band of Yuuri’s pants and began to slowly push them down his hips as he brought their lips together, this time answering Yuuri’s request for a deeper kiss. Yuuri wriggled some more as Wolfram tried to remove his trousers, laughing into the kiss.
“What’s so funny?” Wolfram said as he pulled back, now thoroughly annoyed by his lover’s antics. Leave it to Yuuri to make even sex seem like more trouble than it was worth.
“That tickles,” Yuuri choked out. Wolfram blinked, considering what should be done about this…and then, a slow, devious smile formed on his face and he ran his fingers slowly along the skin of Yuuri’s waist, holding Yuuri in place with his other arm. “S-stop! You know I’m ticklish there,” Yuuri spat through his giggling.
Wolfram smirked mischievously. “Oh, you mean…here?” he asked, his fingers skimming lightly along Yuuri’s ribs and sides. Yuuri yelped and squirmed, reflexively trying to get away, but Wolfram held him fast. “Or is it there?”
Yuuri flailed around, trying to wriggle out of Wolfram’s grip. “Wuh-Wolf! Stop!”
“Well then, stop giggling like an idiot when I touch you.” Wolfram stopped tickling Yuuri in favor of quickly pulling the rest of Yuuri’s clothing down his legs.
Yuuri frowned as he kicked his trousers and thong away, and then moved to remove Wolfram’s pants. “I was not giggling. That was…chuckling,” he said defensively, bending down to pull Wolfram’s trousers off.
Wolfram gave a little grunt of skepticism, but it came out a bit louder than intended.
Yuuri stopped his movements and looked up at Wolfram incredulously. “Wolf, did you just snort?”
“That was not a snort,” Wolfram replied. “It was…a nonverbal communication of disbelief.”
Yuuri rolled his eyes as he stood to face his fiancé. “Okay, so it was a delicate snort.”
“Delicate?” Wolfram said, a dangerous edge to his voice. “What am I, female?” He kicked off his clothes, and then grabbed Yuuri by the arm and pulled Yuuri tightly against him, their naked skin rubbing together pleasurably.
Yuuri smirked, every bit as smug as Wolfram as been a moment ago…in spite of the soft groan that escaped his lips as Wolfram’s hands freely roamed over every inch of his body. “Face it, Wolf, you’re delicate. And pretty,” he finished, reaching up to lazily drape his arms around Wolfram’s shoulders and nuzzling his nose into the crook of Wolfram’s neck.
“Oh?” Wolfram said, an eyebrow raised at Yuuri’s deliberate playfulness. At any other moment, Wolfram would likely have been so annoyed as to shove Yuuri away, but with Yuuri’s nude form pressed tightly against him, Yuuri’s breath tickling along his neck…. Wolfram knew that he could no more separate himself from Yuuri right now than he could flap his arms and fly out the window.
But then, there were other ways to enact revenge…
Yuuri’s breath caught in his throat as Wolfram closed his fingers around him and began stroking gently, his touch just barely firm enough to be tantalizing, but not nearly enough to satisfy.
“What are you doing?” Yuuri gasped, his back arching as Wolfram ran one finger along the underside of his erection and then brushed gently over the head.
“Touching you…delicately,” Wolfram crooned, his tone a mixture of innocent teasing and smug retaliation as he continued to stoke Yuuri, pulling back when Yuuri tried to lean into the touch. Wolfram’s smile grew as Yuuri’s eyes fell shut and his breathing became harsher with each passing moment.
Yuuri began to whimper at the lack of sufficient contact, and tried to lurch forward again, his body obviously aching for more friction. Wolfram pulled his hand away, but allowed Yuuri to fall into his arms, pleased to see that Yuuri was finally getting the right idea.
“Where is that oil?” Yuuri gasped, his hips pushing forward instinctively, making Wolfram moan from the contact. Yuuri’s skin was so hot against him…Wolfram wanted to throw his fiancé down and ravish him, he wanted to hear Yuuri’s breathless voice in his ear, begging for more…
Wolfram made his way over to the nightstand beside their bed, tugging Yuuri along with him, his lips and tongue moving along Yuuri’s lips and cheek and neck all the while, though a bit awkwardly due to the movement. Wolfram opened the top drawer and reached in, making an approving sound as Yuuri leaned down to lavish wet, open-mouthed kisses across his chest. He rummaged around for a moment, and finally his fingers closed around a cool glass bottle. Wolfram pulled the oil out, trying not to seem too eager. He moved to open the bottle, but Yuuri’s fingers brushed against his, stopping him.
“Let me,” Yuuri said, taking the bottle from Wolfram’s hand and uncorking it quickly, shooting Wolfram a predatory look that he, in spite of himself, found rather sexy.
The next thing Wolfram was aware of was Yuuri’s warm, slick hand stroking him in a steady rhythm. Wolfram shut his eyes, groaning when Yuuri tightened around him, the hint of pain only heightening the pleasure that coursed through him.
“Okay, Yuuri, I think that’s enough,” Wolfram said, his chest heaving as he panted against Yuuri’s shoulder - when had he leaned over?
Yuuri didn’t stop his movements; he didn’t even pause. “What’s the matter, Wolf…short on stamina tonight?” he said, teasingly, increasing his rhythm and eliciting a moan from deep in Wolfram’s throat.
Wolfram grabbed Yuuri’s wrist, stilling him. He spun Yuuri around and practically threw him onto the bed; Yuuri’s back hit the mattress hard enough that he gave a soft “oomph.”
“My stamina is not lacking in the least,” Wolfram said as he crawled over Yuuri, settling between his spread thighs. A shiver of anticipation washed over him as Yuuri spread his knees further, hips angling in preparation to receive him.
It wasn’t until Wolfram began to push slowly into his lover that he realized just why Yuuri was so enthusiastic - Wolfram barely was able to bite back a potentially loud and humiliating moan as Yuuri clenched around him for the third time, the act clearly purposeful.
“Stop that…” Wolfram said, as steadily as he could manage. Yuuri tightened around him again, and Wolfram had to tense to keep from losing control of himself, from giving in to the beckoning call of that incredible heat...
Yuuri was chuckling again.
“Giggling again? What now?” Wolfram asked, arching an eyebrow at his lover, more grateful for the distraction that he would ever admit.
“Well…you just…I mean…” Yuuri stuttered, still laughing a bit. He gestured downward with a nod, toward the place where they were joined together.
Wolfram paused, opening his mouth to reprimand his fiancé for being such a prude over something they had done countless times before…but then he realized what must have happened.
“What…this?” Wolfram said, tensing the muscles in his lower stomach. As he did so, he felt himself twitch inside Yuuri, the barely perceptible movement enough to make Yuuri explode into a fit of giggling. Wolfram smirked at him, his expression somewhere between tolerance and affection. “Impressed?”
Yuuri barely managed to get control of himself. “So, what do you want, a medal?”
Wolfram considered that for a moment, his contemplative expression making Yuuri chuckle again. “Indeed. Hearing your speech as you bestowed such an award upon me might actually be worth the public humiliation.”
Yuuri sighed. “You’re impossible,” he said, his breaths becoming more rapid as Wolfram began to push into him again, each movement a shallow thrust.
“And you love it,” Wolfram replied. He moved, partially withdrawing and then pushing in again, closing his eyes to enjoy the feeling of the warmth that surrounded him and smiling as Yuuri's pleasured groan vibrated through them both.
“Like that, do you?” Wolfram said huskily. He punctuated the question with another thrust, this one so strong that it was almost rough.
Yuuri’s answer was a low moan, and his fingernails digging into Wolfram’s shoulders. After that, they finally decided to get serious.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Wolfram/Yuuri
Genre: Is silliness a genre?
Chapter: One-shot
Summary: A little silliness in the bedroom isn’t necessarily a bad thing… ~_^
Warnings: Extreme Silliness. Yaoi Lemon. If you don’t like that or the rating is not appropriate for you, please don’t read it.
Comments: No spoilers I can think of - but did I mention the silly? Enjoy! ^_^
Four thumps resounded throughout the Maou’s bedchamber as the two lovers kicked their boots off none too carefully. Wolfram groaned, the sound muffled as his lips pressed against Yuri’s neck. He tried to draw his body closer to Yuuri’s, but busy hands clawing at the material of his jacket prevented it. He could feel the warmth radiating from Yuuri’s skin, and he wanted to touch and taste every inch of it - now.
“Can’t you hurry up?” Wolfram complained. Yuuri was still fumbling with the fastenings of Wolfram’s jacket…this had been going on for more than long enough for Yuuri to have unfastened it, and Wolfram was, quite frankly, tired of waiting. If this was Yuuri’s stupid idea of teasing…
“I’m trying,” Yuuri said, gasping as Wolfram’s tongue traced the shell of his ear. “You have too many damn buttons and chains and stuff on this thing.”
Wolfram pulled back with an exaggerated sigh, taking it upon himself to unclasp the fastenings on his jacket and remove it, along with his shirt. He noted smugly that Yuuri was staring at his now-bare chest with a look of obvious desire. “Three years, and you’re still hopeless,” Wolfram grumbled.
Yuuri blinked, then his brow furrowed in irritation. “Am not! You’re just impatient, Wolf.”
“Wimp.” With that, Wolfram proceeded to deftly unfasten Yuuri’s uniform jacket and his shirt, shooting his lover a smirk to emphasize how comparatively easily he was able to accomplish the task. Yuuri stuck his tongue out cheekily, but as Wolfram reached out to caress his skin, the amused look melted into one that could only be described as hungry. Wolfram paused for a moment, taking in the becoming flush that spread across Yuuri’s face, and then he yanked Yuuri into a tight embrace.
Wolfram leaned down, his mouth trailing a path along Yuuri’s neck and collarbone, enjoying the feel of Yuuri’s panting breaths on his cheek. Wolfram’s fingers slowly moved down Yuuri’s back, every motion teasingly soft. When his hands brushed Yuuri’s sides and moved to the fastening on his trousers, though, Yuuri tensed and wriggled a bit, stifling a laugh. Wolfram tried to undo the fastening, but as his knuckles dragged softly along Yuuri’s stomach, Yuuri shifted, making Wolfram lose his grip on the material. Wolfram made another grab for it, but Yuuri moved again, his muscles quivering beneath Wolfram’s touch.
“Stop squirming, and this will be abundantly easier, you know.” Wolfram grabbed Yuuri by the hips to keep him still, digging his fingers in a bit more than necessary. He pulled Yuuri flush against him, and looked at him disapprovingly before leaning in to kiss him hard on the mouth. Yuuri parted his lips immediately, inviting Wolfram to taste him - but Wolfram slowly traced around Yuuri’s lips with his tongue instead, just in case Yuuri had forgotten exactly who was in control, here.
“I can’t help it! You’re taking too long,” Yuuri half-moaned as Wolfram pulled back and tried again to unfasten Yuuri’s trousers. An abbreviated giggle came from Yuuri’s throat and he pulled back - again.
“Then stop moving,” Wolfram growled. “You’re always making things difficult.” There was only so long a man could wait, damn it! This was more frustrating than foreplay should be, Wolfram decided, and so he reached out and grabbed Yuuri around the waist, holding him firmly in place while he practically tore open the trouser fastening.
Wolfram hooked his fingers under the waist band of Yuuri’s pants and began to slowly push them down his hips as he brought their lips together, this time answering Yuuri’s request for a deeper kiss. Yuuri wriggled some more as Wolfram tried to remove his trousers, laughing into the kiss.
“What’s so funny?” Wolfram said as he pulled back, now thoroughly annoyed by his lover’s antics. Leave it to Yuuri to make even sex seem like more trouble than it was worth.
“That tickles,” Yuuri choked out. Wolfram blinked, considering what should be done about this…and then, a slow, devious smile formed on his face and he ran his fingers slowly along the skin of Yuuri’s waist, holding Yuuri in place with his other arm. “S-stop! You know I’m ticklish there,” Yuuri spat through his giggling.
Wolfram smirked mischievously. “Oh, you mean…here?” he asked, his fingers skimming lightly along Yuuri’s ribs and sides. Yuuri yelped and squirmed, reflexively trying to get away, but Wolfram held him fast. “Or is it there?”
Yuuri flailed around, trying to wriggle out of Wolfram’s grip. “Wuh-Wolf! Stop!”
“Well then, stop giggling like an idiot when I touch you.” Wolfram stopped tickling Yuuri in favor of quickly pulling the rest of Yuuri’s clothing down his legs.
Yuuri frowned as he kicked his trousers and thong away, and then moved to remove Wolfram’s pants. “I was not giggling. That was…chuckling,” he said defensively, bending down to pull Wolfram’s trousers off.
Wolfram gave a little grunt of skepticism, but it came out a bit louder than intended.
Yuuri stopped his movements and looked up at Wolfram incredulously. “Wolf, did you just snort?”
“That was not a snort,” Wolfram replied. “It was…a nonverbal communication of disbelief.”
Yuuri rolled his eyes as he stood to face his fiancé. “Okay, so it was a delicate snort.”
“Delicate?” Wolfram said, a dangerous edge to his voice. “What am I, female?” He kicked off his clothes, and then grabbed Yuuri by the arm and pulled Yuuri tightly against him, their naked skin rubbing together pleasurably.
Yuuri smirked, every bit as smug as Wolfram as been a moment ago…in spite of the soft groan that escaped his lips as Wolfram’s hands freely roamed over every inch of his body. “Face it, Wolf, you’re delicate. And pretty,” he finished, reaching up to lazily drape his arms around Wolfram’s shoulders and nuzzling his nose into the crook of Wolfram’s neck.
“Oh?” Wolfram said, an eyebrow raised at Yuuri’s deliberate playfulness. At any other moment, Wolfram would likely have been so annoyed as to shove Yuuri away, but with Yuuri’s nude form pressed tightly against him, Yuuri’s breath tickling along his neck…. Wolfram knew that he could no more separate himself from Yuuri right now than he could flap his arms and fly out the window.
But then, there were other ways to enact revenge…
Yuuri’s breath caught in his throat as Wolfram closed his fingers around him and began stroking gently, his touch just barely firm enough to be tantalizing, but not nearly enough to satisfy.
“What are you doing?” Yuuri gasped, his back arching as Wolfram ran one finger along the underside of his erection and then brushed gently over the head.
“Touching you…delicately,” Wolfram crooned, his tone a mixture of innocent teasing and smug retaliation as he continued to stoke Yuuri, pulling back when Yuuri tried to lean into the touch. Wolfram’s smile grew as Yuuri’s eyes fell shut and his breathing became harsher with each passing moment.
Yuuri began to whimper at the lack of sufficient contact, and tried to lurch forward again, his body obviously aching for more friction. Wolfram pulled his hand away, but allowed Yuuri to fall into his arms, pleased to see that Yuuri was finally getting the right idea.
“Where is that oil?” Yuuri gasped, his hips pushing forward instinctively, making Wolfram moan from the contact. Yuuri’s skin was so hot against him…Wolfram wanted to throw his fiancé down and ravish him, he wanted to hear Yuuri’s breathless voice in his ear, begging for more…
Wolfram made his way over to the nightstand beside their bed, tugging Yuuri along with him, his lips and tongue moving along Yuuri’s lips and cheek and neck all the while, though a bit awkwardly due to the movement. Wolfram opened the top drawer and reached in, making an approving sound as Yuuri leaned down to lavish wet, open-mouthed kisses across his chest. He rummaged around for a moment, and finally his fingers closed around a cool glass bottle. Wolfram pulled the oil out, trying not to seem too eager. He moved to open the bottle, but Yuuri’s fingers brushed against his, stopping him.
“Let me,” Yuuri said, taking the bottle from Wolfram’s hand and uncorking it quickly, shooting Wolfram a predatory look that he, in spite of himself, found rather sexy.
The next thing Wolfram was aware of was Yuuri’s warm, slick hand stroking him in a steady rhythm. Wolfram shut his eyes, groaning when Yuuri tightened around him, the hint of pain only heightening the pleasure that coursed through him.
“Okay, Yuuri, I think that’s enough,” Wolfram said, his chest heaving as he panted against Yuuri’s shoulder - when had he leaned over?
Yuuri didn’t stop his movements; he didn’t even pause. “What’s the matter, Wolf…short on stamina tonight?” he said, teasingly, increasing his rhythm and eliciting a moan from deep in Wolfram’s throat.
Wolfram grabbed Yuuri’s wrist, stilling him. He spun Yuuri around and practically threw him onto the bed; Yuuri’s back hit the mattress hard enough that he gave a soft “oomph.”
“My stamina is not lacking in the least,” Wolfram said as he crawled over Yuuri, settling between his spread thighs. A shiver of anticipation washed over him as Yuuri spread his knees further, hips angling in preparation to receive him.
It wasn’t until Wolfram began to push slowly into his lover that he realized just why Yuuri was so enthusiastic - Wolfram barely was able to bite back a potentially loud and humiliating moan as Yuuri clenched around him for the third time, the act clearly purposeful.
“Stop that…” Wolfram said, as steadily as he could manage. Yuuri tightened around him again, and Wolfram had to tense to keep from losing control of himself, from giving in to the beckoning call of that incredible heat...
Yuuri was chuckling again.
“Giggling again? What now?” Wolfram asked, arching an eyebrow at his lover, more grateful for the distraction that he would ever admit.
“Well…you just…I mean…” Yuuri stuttered, still laughing a bit. He gestured downward with a nod, toward the place where they were joined together.
Wolfram paused, opening his mouth to reprimand his fiancé for being such a prude over something they had done countless times before…but then he realized what must have happened.
“What…this?” Wolfram said, tensing the muscles in his lower stomach. As he did so, he felt himself twitch inside Yuuri, the barely perceptible movement enough to make Yuuri explode into a fit of giggling. Wolfram smirked at him, his expression somewhere between tolerance and affection. “Impressed?”
Yuuri barely managed to get control of himself. “So, what do you want, a medal?”
Wolfram considered that for a moment, his contemplative expression making Yuuri chuckle again. “Indeed. Hearing your speech as you bestowed such an award upon me might actually be worth the public humiliation.”
Yuuri sighed. “You’re impossible,” he said, his breaths becoming more rapid as Wolfram began to push into him again, each movement a shallow thrust.
“And you love it,” Wolfram replied. He moved, partially withdrawing and then pushing in again, closing his eyes to enjoy the feeling of the warmth that surrounded him and smiling as Yuuri's pleasured groan vibrated through them both.
“Like that, do you?” Wolfram said huskily. He punctuated the question with another thrust, this one so strong that it was almost rough.
Yuuri’s answer was a low moan, and his fingernails digging into Wolfram’s shoulders. After that, they finally decided to get serious.