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MuraWolf
NC-17
Part 2893748924294829
Murata has to use salve to heal Wolfram because he did him too hard or something.. and then they get in a fight over the taste of Mura's peen cos they're dumb.
Murata let his husband be a limp peanoodle on the bed and dug around in their sock drawer for the salve. How the two of them kept managing to hurt themselves was beyond him, but this salve was always useful anyway. "Wolfram, love. Would you mind if I stuck my finger up your butt again?"
Yes, he was aware of what he said. And yes, that was why he said it. ... because he was giggling.
Wolfram glanced over his shoulder momentarily at his husband then shrugged, raising himself up onto his knees and waving his butt around in the air. "Knock yourself out." …and then couldn't help but giggle.
Murata grinned and did away with wolfram's pants again, rubbing salve on his fingers and administering the drug like a good and doctoring husband. He wasn't even trying to be sensual about it... and since he wasn't, it made him erupt in fits of giggles and he had to reach out and give Wolfram's asscheek a light slap in the process... for no real good reason at all.
Wolfram just wiggled around, generally uncomfortable because it was like a doctor's visit…until his ass was slapped and he had to laugh. He turned to look over his shoulder, a grin on his face. "I hope you don't do that to all of your patients."
"Just the good-looking ones." Murata teased, leaving that out in the open and pulling his finger out to wipe on a towel. Salve was slipping and sticky and gross. "You should be fixed in all of fifteen minutes. ... would you like for me to feed you cookies?"
"You cheater.." Wolfram mumbled. He would've gone emo at that point, because it reminded him of Yuuri, but then he was offered cookies so the world was okay again. "Yes..yes I would like that." He smiled and sat up after tugging his pants back up, leaning forward and opening his mouth.
Murata contemplated for about three seconds on putting something of his inside that mouth instead of a cookie, but he decided that it may have been best to generate more sperm, first. So he reached for the freshly baked peen cookie and offered that as a sugary substitute.
Wolfram wouldn't have minded the real thing...but the peen cookie was good too <3 He took a bite out of it and nodded, approving. "Not too bad, if I do say so myself."
Now... if only Wolfram would say that about the taste of a real peen instead of making a face about the whole ordeal, then Murata would be set for life! Murata looked at the bitten head with a bit of sadness. "Maybe we should have decorated it with icing or something, first."
But a real peen tasted funny D: Unless it was his, of course. Wolfram glanced down at the cookie, lifting an eyebrow. "What makes you say that? It tastes fine without it...though it is kind of creepy to look at that." Because it was a peen..with its head bitten off e_e Wolfram squirmed in his spot slightly.
"Well... then... finish EATING it." Murata shoved the half-finished cookie at his husband. "I'll help you eat the balls if you want."
...oh... oh to say that. Murata suddenly snorted.
…..Wolfram started giggling immediately. Lololol, they would share the balls. He picked the cookie back up and put the end in his mouth, stretching out towards Murata and wanting him to bite the other end. So they could share as gayly as possible.
Murata took the other end of the peen cookie in his mouth and tried to bite off a little bit without dropping the cookie or breaking it so that he could move his lips and get more cookie in his mouth next time. It was like eating a string of spaghetti. .. only it was a sugar cookie shaped like a peen which was so much gayer.
Wolfram took a moment to chew and swallow each tiny bite he took until he finally got to the middle where he met Murata's crumb-covered lips with his own..and wow, what a gay kiss ensued. It actually wasn't very romantic, as there were crumbs and chewed up bits of cookie involved..but it certainly was cute, and Wolfram couldn't help but giggle softly as he bumped his lips time and time again against his husband's.
Murata was making weird muffled and chewing noises against Wolfram's lips which made it even less romantic and he finally had to pull away for risk of choking in order to finish the cookie in his mouth. He did, however, immediately crawl into Wolfram's lap and cling to him, licking the cookie crumbs off his lips. "That was a very tasty peen, Wolfram. <3"
Wolfram giggled more and couldn't help but ask as he nuzzled just behind Murata's ear. "Tastier than mine?" Yes. He had to ask it. It was required.
See. Murata knew how he was supposed to answer to this if he didn't want to get a divorce so he held onto Wolfram tighter. "Nothing can beat the taste of rainbows and unicorns." .... "<3"
Wolfram paused...then nipped Murata's earlobe as a punishment. "...unicorns?" He questioned softly, trying not to laugh. "That can't taste good."
"Well..." Murata tried to correct that. "The glittery aura of unicorns." He smiled dumbly when Wolfram nipped at his earlobe, though, clenching his fists in his husband's shirt.
"Oh. Well, when you put it like that, I guess it's not so bad." He snickered and nibbled the edge of Murata's earlobe. "You taste..salty." And he snickered more because it was so true.
Murata frowned and tried to pull Wolfram off him. "It's not like I can help that." He still struggled as he spoke. "I can try coating it with candy if that'll make you feel better."
Wolfram snickered more, wrapping his arms tightly around Murata's waist to keep him from moving. "No, because then it wouldn't taste like you."
"But if I taste bad, you'll never tung my peen." Murata sighed. Oh, his life was so hard. Wolfram made him suffer so much! He didn't give up his struggle, though, just because he was stubborn.
"I didn't say it tasted bad. I just said it was salty." Wolfram snickered more, nuzzling against the side of Murata's neck and refusing to release him.
"But you always make a faaaace." Murata whined, squirming even more, now and trying to throw Wolfram to the bed so he can try rolling away.
Wolfram just held on tightly. He was strong, remember? He could hold a thrashing gay thing. "Yeah..that's..because I'm always so..um...overcome with joy...it takes me a minute."
Murata eventually gave up because he was a weak little pale gay thing... but he only gave up for three seconds before trying one last thrash before he gave up for real. With a huge sigh, he settled against Wolfram in defeat. "Liar."
Wolfram leaned over and placed a kiss to Murata's forehead. "Nope. Want me to prove it?" And wow, he was smooth. One hand had already slid from around Murata's waist to stroke against the front of his pants.
Wolfram leaned over and placed a kiss to Murata's forehead. "Nope. Want me to prove it?" And wow, he was smooth. One hand had already slid from around Murata's waist to stroke against the front of his pants.
"What if I said 'no?'" Murata tried to make his face look smug, he really did. He.. really wasn't going to deny his husband... but they just did it and... he wasn't supposed to be a whore like Wolfram.
"Then I'd call you a liar." Wolfram pouted a bit, trying to hide the fact that his feelings would be hurt...but his hand continued rubbing anyway.
Murata could feel his legs growing wide, so he forced them shut, trying to keep his jaw set and firm. "Well I'm not lying." And yet, the entire time he was saying to himself 'Don't moan. Don't cry out. Don't close your eyes...'
"Oh?" Wolfram questioned softly, leaning forward to hide his face against Murata's neck. He still thought Murata was lying..but it still kind of hurt. And his hand slowed down slightly.
Oh... well... was that Wolfram's hand that was slowing down? It wasn't supposed to slow down! Murata made some kind of clearing-throat type noise and a cough and a squeak and wrapped his arm around Wolfram's waist. "I just don't want you to make a face at my peen, that's all." Pet... pet...
"Oh..." Wolfram said softly, still seemingly upset..though a moment later he was slithering out of Murata's grasp and off the side of the bed, spreading his husband's legs and kneeling between them. He didn't even spare Murata a glance as he undid the front of his pants and reached in for the treasured peen inside, which he immediately removed and went to work on, slipping the tip into his mouth and trying very hard not to make a face.
Murata could hardly move and felt helpless when the only thing he found himself doing was watching Wolfram's movements. Blood he didn't know he had was rushing toward his peen despite his wishes and Murata cried out, sitting up immediately. "W...wolfram! You don't have to do that, really! You proved your point and...." He paused. Wolfram was totally wincing. Murata released his muscles and sighed. He didn't prove his point at all. Murata had a yucky peen and he was going to die with one.
Wolfram just closed his eyes, though, and continued what he was doing, sliding a bit more into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the tip...and trying his best to ignore the taste of olive oil and anal. The point wasn't that Murata's peen didn't taste like rainbows and joy and gay, it was more that Wolfram loved him enough to tolerate it.
Murata was squirming uncomfortably under Wolfram. He was far too self-conscious about the grossness of his current peen situation to even enjoy what Wolfram was doing. He clawed at Wolfram's shoulders, desparately trying to get him to lift his head. "Stop, Wolfram... please..."
When he felt his shoulders being clawed Wolfram froze and immediately moved away from Murata's peen, looking up with eyes that were brimming with tears. He was trying and obviously sucking, no pun intended T^T
Murata couldn't handle a crying Wolfram. It was probably his biggest weakness. He quickly stuffed his peen back into his pants and the moment he did, he felt a little better... even though it desparately wanted a juice break. Right now, he'd have to ignore that and tend to the wibbling Wolfram. "Wolfram.. don't... be like that, please?" He fidgeted, trying to get to his husband to hold him, but it was hard from his position. "It's not your fault... I just feel... uncomfortable."
"...I'm a horrible lover, aren't I?" Wolfram stated more than asked, wibbling as he crawled across the room to angst in a corner dramatically. He was a failure T^T
"You're not! You're not!" Murata protested, getting up to chase him and nearly falling. After making an idiot of himself trying to get his pants on properly, he ended up crawling to Wolfram's emo!corner and wrapped his arms around him from behind. "You were trying your best for me. That makes you wonderful! I... just feel like it's a burden on you when you have to endure... that." He said /that/ as if it were some kind of diseased word.
Wolfram frowned, sniffling softly. "But...I like to do it. Because you like it. And I like for you to feel nice." It wasn't like he particularly got any pleasure from sucking peen, but Murata did and that's what mattered.
"But if you... choke and gag and die from doing it then it's all my fault!" Murata held him tighter. "I guess... I would feel better if it was cleaner or tasted nicer like yours... or... something..."
Wolfram frowned. "I'm not going to choke and die. I just want you to feel good is all. But you hate me and I'm bad." Sulk agnst emo dead birds.
"I don't hate you and you're not bad." Murata coaxed his husband, rocking him softly as he did so. "I love you and I think you're amazing, and especially at that." He tried his best to get around Wolfram's shoulder and neck, but he could only get as far as kissing the rim of his ear. "I'm not mad at you, either. I promise."
"So..." Wolfram looked over his shoulder, eyelashes fluttering over gay, teary eyes. "I can suck your peen, then?"
"....not right now, but later." Murata assured him. "When it's not so gross."
"But I want to now.." Wolfram whined, sniffling more and squirming immaturely in his spot.
"But right now it's... not... suitable."
"...then wipe it off." Because that was a good suggestion.
"Let me have two minutes in the bathroom, okay?" Murata gave Wolfram what would have equalled a 'cute' kiss and stood up. "Please?"
"As long as you promise not to get yourself off." Wolfram pouted slightly, pulling his knees up to his chest.
"I promise." He was just gonna scrub himself off and attempt to make himself smell like... soap. Or something. He gave a ruffle to Wolfram's head and disappeared shortly into the bathroom doing just that.
There SHOULD be only one more part to this log after this. XD I promise. I hope.
NC-17
Part 2893748924294829
Murata has to use salve to heal Wolfram because he did him too hard or something.. and then they get in a fight over the taste of Mura's peen cos they're dumb.
Murata let his husband be a limp peanoodle on the bed and dug around in their sock drawer for the salve. How the two of them kept managing to hurt themselves was beyond him, but this salve was always useful anyway. "Wolfram, love. Would you mind if I stuck my finger up your butt again?"
Yes, he was aware of what he said. And yes, that was why he said it. ... because he was giggling.
Wolfram glanced over his shoulder momentarily at his husband then shrugged, raising himself up onto his knees and waving his butt around in the air. "Knock yourself out." …and then couldn't help but giggle.
Murata grinned and did away with wolfram's pants again, rubbing salve on his fingers and administering the drug like a good and doctoring husband. He wasn't even trying to be sensual about it... and since he wasn't, it made him erupt in fits of giggles and he had to reach out and give Wolfram's asscheek a light slap in the process... for no real good reason at all.
Wolfram just wiggled around, generally uncomfortable because it was like a doctor's visit…until his ass was slapped and he had to laugh. He turned to look over his shoulder, a grin on his face. "I hope you don't do that to all of your patients."
"Just the good-looking ones." Murata teased, leaving that out in the open and pulling his finger out to wipe on a towel. Salve was slipping and sticky and gross. "You should be fixed in all of fifteen minutes. ... would you like for me to feed you cookies?"
"You cheater.." Wolfram mumbled. He would've gone emo at that point, because it reminded him of Yuuri, but then he was offered cookies so the world was okay again. "Yes..yes I would like that." He smiled and sat up after tugging his pants back up, leaning forward and opening his mouth.
Murata contemplated for about three seconds on putting something of his inside that mouth instead of a cookie, but he decided that it may have been best to generate more sperm, first. So he reached for the freshly baked peen cookie and offered that as a sugary substitute.
Wolfram wouldn't have minded the real thing...but the peen cookie was good too <3 He took a bite out of it and nodded, approving. "Not too bad, if I do say so myself."
Now... if only Wolfram would say that about the taste of a real peen instead of making a face about the whole ordeal, then Murata would be set for life! Murata looked at the bitten head with a bit of sadness. "Maybe we should have decorated it with icing or something, first."
But a real peen tasted funny D: Unless it was his, of course. Wolfram glanced down at the cookie, lifting an eyebrow. "What makes you say that? It tastes fine without it...though it is kind of creepy to look at that." Because it was a peen..with its head bitten off e_e Wolfram squirmed in his spot slightly.
"Well... then... finish EATING it." Murata shoved the half-finished cookie at his husband. "I'll help you eat the balls if you want."
...oh... oh to say that. Murata suddenly snorted.
…..Wolfram started giggling immediately. Lololol, they would share the balls. He picked the cookie back up and put the end in his mouth, stretching out towards Murata and wanting him to bite the other end. So they could share as gayly as possible.
Murata took the other end of the peen cookie in his mouth and tried to bite off a little bit without dropping the cookie or breaking it so that he could move his lips and get more cookie in his mouth next time. It was like eating a string of spaghetti. .. only it was a sugar cookie shaped like a peen which was so much gayer.
Wolfram took a moment to chew and swallow each tiny bite he took until he finally got to the middle where he met Murata's crumb-covered lips with his own..and wow, what a gay kiss ensued. It actually wasn't very romantic, as there were crumbs and chewed up bits of cookie involved..but it certainly was cute, and Wolfram couldn't help but giggle softly as he bumped his lips time and time again against his husband's.
Murata was making weird muffled and chewing noises against Wolfram's lips which made it even less romantic and he finally had to pull away for risk of choking in order to finish the cookie in his mouth. He did, however, immediately crawl into Wolfram's lap and cling to him, licking the cookie crumbs off his lips. "That was a very tasty peen, Wolfram. <3"
Wolfram giggled more and couldn't help but ask as he nuzzled just behind Murata's ear. "Tastier than mine?" Yes. He had to ask it. It was required.
See. Murata knew how he was supposed to answer to this if he didn't want to get a divorce so he held onto Wolfram tighter. "Nothing can beat the taste of rainbows and unicorns." .... "<3"
Wolfram paused...then nipped Murata's earlobe as a punishment. "...unicorns?" He questioned softly, trying not to laugh. "That can't taste good."
"Well..." Murata tried to correct that. "The glittery aura of unicorns." He smiled dumbly when Wolfram nipped at his earlobe, though, clenching his fists in his husband's shirt.
"Oh. Well, when you put it like that, I guess it's not so bad." He snickered and nibbled the edge of Murata's earlobe. "You taste..salty." And he snickered more because it was so true.
Murata frowned and tried to pull Wolfram off him. "It's not like I can help that." He still struggled as he spoke. "I can try coating it with candy if that'll make you feel better."
Wolfram snickered more, wrapping his arms tightly around Murata's waist to keep him from moving. "No, because then it wouldn't taste like you."
"But if I taste bad, you'll never tung my peen." Murata sighed. Oh, his life was so hard. Wolfram made him suffer so much! He didn't give up his struggle, though, just because he was stubborn.
"I didn't say it tasted bad. I just said it was salty." Wolfram snickered more, nuzzling against the side of Murata's neck and refusing to release him.
"But you always make a faaaace." Murata whined, squirming even more, now and trying to throw Wolfram to the bed so he can try rolling away.
Wolfram just held on tightly. He was strong, remember? He could hold a thrashing gay thing. "Yeah..that's..because I'm always so..um...overcome with joy...it takes me a minute."
Murata eventually gave up because he was a weak little pale gay thing... but he only gave up for three seconds before trying one last thrash before he gave up for real. With a huge sigh, he settled against Wolfram in defeat. "Liar."
Wolfram leaned over and placed a kiss to Murata's forehead. "Nope. Want me to prove it?" And wow, he was smooth. One hand had already slid from around Murata's waist to stroke against the front of his pants.
Wolfram leaned over and placed a kiss to Murata's forehead. "Nope. Want me to prove it?" And wow, he was smooth. One hand had already slid from around Murata's waist to stroke against the front of his pants.
"What if I said 'no?'" Murata tried to make his face look smug, he really did. He.. really wasn't going to deny his husband... but they just did it and... he wasn't supposed to be a whore like Wolfram.
"Then I'd call you a liar." Wolfram pouted a bit, trying to hide the fact that his feelings would be hurt...but his hand continued rubbing anyway.
Murata could feel his legs growing wide, so he forced them shut, trying to keep his jaw set and firm. "Well I'm not lying." And yet, the entire time he was saying to himself 'Don't moan. Don't cry out. Don't close your eyes...'
"Oh?" Wolfram questioned softly, leaning forward to hide his face against Murata's neck. He still thought Murata was lying..but it still kind of hurt. And his hand slowed down slightly.
Oh... well... was that Wolfram's hand that was slowing down? It wasn't supposed to slow down! Murata made some kind of clearing-throat type noise and a cough and a squeak and wrapped his arm around Wolfram's waist. "I just don't want you to make a face at my peen, that's all." Pet... pet...
"Oh..." Wolfram said softly, still seemingly upset..though a moment later he was slithering out of Murata's grasp and off the side of the bed, spreading his husband's legs and kneeling between them. He didn't even spare Murata a glance as he undid the front of his pants and reached in for the treasured peen inside, which he immediately removed and went to work on, slipping the tip into his mouth and trying very hard not to make a face.
Murata could hardly move and felt helpless when the only thing he found himself doing was watching Wolfram's movements. Blood he didn't know he had was rushing toward his peen despite his wishes and Murata cried out, sitting up immediately. "W...wolfram! You don't have to do that, really! You proved your point and...." He paused. Wolfram was totally wincing. Murata released his muscles and sighed. He didn't prove his point at all. Murata had a yucky peen and he was going to die with one.
Wolfram just closed his eyes, though, and continued what he was doing, sliding a bit more into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the tip...and trying his best to ignore the taste of olive oil and anal. The point wasn't that Murata's peen didn't taste like rainbows and joy and gay, it was more that Wolfram loved him enough to tolerate it.
Murata was squirming uncomfortably under Wolfram. He was far too self-conscious about the grossness of his current peen situation to even enjoy what Wolfram was doing. He clawed at Wolfram's shoulders, desparately trying to get him to lift his head. "Stop, Wolfram... please..."
When he felt his shoulders being clawed Wolfram froze and immediately moved away from Murata's peen, looking up with eyes that were brimming with tears. He was trying and obviously sucking, no pun intended T^T
Murata couldn't handle a crying Wolfram. It was probably his biggest weakness. He quickly stuffed his peen back into his pants and the moment he did, he felt a little better... even though it desparately wanted a juice break. Right now, he'd have to ignore that and tend to the wibbling Wolfram. "Wolfram.. don't... be like that, please?" He fidgeted, trying to get to his husband to hold him, but it was hard from his position. "It's not your fault... I just feel... uncomfortable."
"...I'm a horrible lover, aren't I?" Wolfram stated more than asked, wibbling as he crawled across the room to angst in a corner dramatically. He was a failure T^T
"You're not! You're not!" Murata protested, getting up to chase him and nearly falling. After making an idiot of himself trying to get his pants on properly, he ended up crawling to Wolfram's emo!corner and wrapped his arms around him from behind. "You were trying your best for me. That makes you wonderful! I... just feel like it's a burden on you when you have to endure... that." He said /that/ as if it were some kind of diseased word.
Wolfram frowned, sniffling softly. "But...I like to do it. Because you like it. And I like for you to feel nice." It wasn't like he particularly got any pleasure from sucking peen, but Murata did and that's what mattered.
"But if you... choke and gag and die from doing it then it's all my fault!" Murata held him tighter. "I guess... I would feel better if it was cleaner or tasted nicer like yours... or... something..."
Wolfram frowned. "I'm not going to choke and die. I just want you to feel good is all. But you hate me and I'm bad." Sulk agnst emo dead birds.
"I don't hate you and you're not bad." Murata coaxed his husband, rocking him softly as he did so. "I love you and I think you're amazing, and especially at that." He tried his best to get around Wolfram's shoulder and neck, but he could only get as far as kissing the rim of his ear. "I'm not mad at you, either. I promise."
"So..." Wolfram looked over his shoulder, eyelashes fluttering over gay, teary eyes. "I can suck your peen, then?"
"....not right now, but later." Murata assured him. "When it's not so gross."
"But I want to now.." Wolfram whined, sniffling more and squirming immaturely in his spot.
"But right now it's... not... suitable."
"...then wipe it off." Because that was a good suggestion.
"Let me have two minutes in the bathroom, okay?" Murata gave Wolfram what would have equalled a 'cute' kiss and stood up. "Please?"
"As long as you promise not to get yourself off." Wolfram pouted slightly, pulling his knees up to his chest.
"I promise." He was just gonna scrub himself off and attempt to make himself smell like... soap. Or something. He gave a ruffle to Wolfram's head and disappeared shortly into the bathroom doing just that.
There SHOULD be only one more part to this log after this. XD I promise. I hope.