FIC: Tadaima! (complete)
Wheee! Off to Florida in a couple of hours! I'm so excited, hehe. ^.^ But in the meantime, fic for you all! Or, well, fic for those of you who are KKM fans. ^^;;
Title: Tadaima!
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Rating: Oh, very, very much rated NC-17. Yeah. Unglorified smut over here!
Pairing: Yuuri/Wolfram
Length: 6,442 words
Disclaimer: Don't own it. You can be sure if I did, it certainly wouldn't be over right now. ^.~
Notes: Spoilers for the last episode!! This takes place directly after it, so it you don't want to know what happened, then don't read it! Also, it's unbeta'd. Anyone interested?
Summary: What most of us, I think, wanted to happen but were definitely never going to get, hehe.
~~Tadaima!~~
It was his first day in Shin Makoku all over again, Yuuri on his arse and Wolfram towering above him. His face was different, though. On that day Wolfram had looked annoyed, unable to believe that the pathetic creature before him was to become the next Maou.
The expression on his face now was a curious mix of happiness, shock, restraint…
Yuuri had a sudden urge to let the word “bishounen” tumble past his lips again, and he was amazed when he somehow managed to keep silent. It seemed important that he was quiet right now, as Wolfram slowly lowered himself to one knee.
Yuuri’s brain had a minor panic attack, thoughts of Oh God, he’s proposing!! flashing through his head, before he reminded himself that that was fairly unnecessary since they were already engaged.
Oh. Right. He had a fiancé again.
Why didn’t that bother him?
Had he known what was going to happen beforehand, and if he was completely honest with himself, Yuuri would have had to admit that he’d have expected a completely different reaction from Wolfram.
Tears again, possibly? He hadn’t seen Wolfram crying before he’d left, but he’d heard it in the boy’s choked voice.
A smile, perhaps? Yuuri knew Wolfram was ecstatic that he was back. It wouldn’t hurt him to show it…
Or maybe a hug worthy of being deemed a tackle by those American football players. Then again, with everyone else standing around…
In any case, Yuuri would have expected something else. What he got instead was:
“Henachoko! If you were able to come back, why didn’t you?! What have you been doing all this time?!”
Henachoko, henachoko.
Oh, who was he kidding? Any other welcome-back greeting and Yuuri would have had to ask if Wolfram was quite sure that he was feeling alright.
Henachoko…
He felt a grin spread across his face.
It was good to be back.
* * *
He knew that Wolfram was hiding his true reaction from everyone else the minute he found himself being dragged roughly down the hall to the safety of their - his - bedroom.
The door had only just shut behind him and Yuuri was already pushed up against it, the hard wood digging into his back and Wolfram’s hands tight on his shoulders. He watched as a determined expression came over Wolfram’s face; blonde eyebrows pinched over blazing green eyes - green, God, had they always been that green? - lips pursed tightly together. A pink flush had spread across Wolfram’s nose and was slowly flooding his cheeks as well.
Yuuri waited patiently for him to say something, but it seemed no words were coming. His eyebrows arched up as he tilted his head to the side a bit, blinking.
“Wolfram-”
“Yuuri,” Wolfram interrupted in a voice that Yuuri wasn’t sure he’d ever heard the boy use before. He leaned in closer, his chest flat against Yuuri’s now.
Yuuri did a full-body twitch.
Personal space!! his mind crowed. Invasion. Of. Personal space!!!!
“Ehh, W-Wolfram…” he stuttered nervously, since suddenly the other boy’s face was much closer than it had been before. Their noses were practically touching, Yuuri realized, as he wrinkled his own and attempted to become one with the door behind him. His plans to melt through it weren’t exactly working; it only gave Wolfram more room to move in. Yuuri’s gaze dropped involuntarily to Wolfram’s mouth. Honestly, they were so close now that he need only lift his chin and they’d be kissing-
Oh.
There was a split-second after this sudden realization where Yuuri had a fleeting hope that Wolfram wouldn’t dare be so bold as to-
And then Wolfram’s mouth was on his, hard and insistent, and Yuuri realized how utterly wrong he was.
He could only stand there, frozen with shock and tense with nervousness, as his brain loudly protested what was happening.
Oy, oy! it cried. Wolfram is kissing you! Wolfram!! A boy! You’re being kissed by a BOY!!!
Oddly enough, the rest of his body didn’t seem to mind.
His muscles hummed with…something, whatever it was dancing along his skin, as well, and sending tingles up his spine. But still he didn’t move, embarrassment holding him in place more than anything else, and he was quickly recognizing the all-important need to breathe creeping up on him.
Wolfram pulled back slowly, the color in his cheeks having spread to include the tips of his ears. Yuuri stared at him wide-eyed, and his blush darkened even further.
“G-Gomen…” Wolfram muttered, stepping back even more. Warning bells went off in Yuuri’s head, and before he’d even realized what he was doing he had a hand wrapped around Wolfram’s wrist.
Aack! What was he doing? Let him go, let him go, don’t make him stay! Baka, baka!!
“Wolfram,” Yuuri said softly, despite his screaming thoughts, tugging the other boy back towards himself. Wolfram went easily, falling against Yuuri’s chest and worming his arms behind Yuuri’s back all in one move. Yuuri stiffened for a moment, only relaxing when he felt the slight tremors running through Wolfram’s frame. Slowly, hesitantly, as if they had a mind of their own, Yuuri’s arms rose. He was still trying to figure out what was going on as they tightened around Wolfram’s waist.
“I missed you.”
What the hell? The words had tumbled from his lips before his brain had the chance to okay them, and Yuuri was certain he definitely hadn’t meant to say them. He promptly adopted the look of a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar as Wolfram reared back and stared at him in shock. The boy’s face, if possible, went a shade darker and really, if he kept this up he was going to resemble a tomato soon.
Yuuri steadfastly ignored that his own cheeks felt just as hot as Wolfram’s looked.
“…Henachoko,” Wolfram murmured, his arms finding their way around Yuuri again and squeezing tight as he rest his chin on Yuuri’s shoulder. “You shouldn’t say such weak things.”
“Mou, are you saying you didn’t miss me, then?” Yuuri teased, trying to ignore the awkwardness of being so intimately close to another person. Except it wasn’t so awkward, was it? It felt…kind of good…
“…I didn’t…say that.”
Why did it feel so good, being close to Wolfram like this? Hugging him like this? It left him reeling and wanting to pull him even closer, though there was already no room between them. Yuuri had hugged plenty of people before, what made this so special? Well, okay, maybe not plenty of people. He hugged his mother all the time, but then again he was extremely grateful that she didn’t leave him feeling like this.
He was hot. That was the one thought that managed to seep through Yuuri’s suddenly muddled mind. The room was stuffy, Wolfram’s body was pressed against him, and he was hot. Really hot. He needed to get out of Wolfram’s grasp, but at the same time he never wanted to leave. He wanted more of this, he wanted to do more…
Except that Wolfram was a boy, and Yuuri wasn’t entirely sure what more entailed between two boys…
Not the he was contemplating doing anything more. Because he wasn’t. Because Wolfram was his friend, and he was a boy, and despite the fact that he was also his fiancé, he most certainly wasn’t his boyfriend.
God, why was it so hot in here?
“Ne, Wolfram…” Yuuri tried to untangle himself from the other boy, but Wolfram had him pinned tight against the door. Still, Yuuri squirmed, trying to wriggle away. The next thing he knew his hands were being held above his head and Wolfram’s face was centimeters from his own again, that determined look back in place.
Yuuri swallowed nervously, his tongue darting out to wet his suddenly dry lips. Wolfram’s eyes followed the movement, and something blossomed and burned in Yuuri’s chest, sending chills down to his toes and then straight back up to his head. Heat coiled in Yuuri’s belly and-
And he really, really needed to get away from Wolfram. Right now, in fact. Or at least he needed to not be pressed flush up against him. Otherwise he might notice…that, and that would be bad. Really bad. Yuuri didn’t know why, but it would definitely, definitely be bad.
Wolfram’s eyes widened a fraction and dropped lower between them, before rising to meet Yuuri’s own. The blonde arched an eyebrow, nudging his hips forward a tiny bit, and Yuuri felt like the floor had just dropped out from beneath him.
Well, shit.
“Wolfram,” Yuuri whined, very aware that he was doing so, but beyond caring at that point. “Wolfram, I need to - I have…to…” What? Go? Go where?
Somewhere far away from here. Somewhere that wasn’t nearly as confusing. Somewhere that wasn’t making his head spin and causing his body to react in strange ways to his friends that were boys but not boyfriends.
“Yuuri,” Wolfram said softly, leaning in. Yuuri tried not to panic.
“Ehh… I think we should talk, Wolfram!” he blurted. Wolfram pulled back a bit and stared at him incredulously. “I mean, all we’ve done in the past ten minutes is continually repeat each other’s names-” Rolling his eyes, Wolfram ducked his head and placed an open-mouthed kiss against the side of Yuuri’s neck. Yuuri’s own eyes went wide. “…n-names…” he repeated, swallowing nervously. He was having trouble forming coherent thoughts, let alone sentences, as Wolfram’s hands released his wrists and began undoing the buttons on his shirt. “A-and… And I haven’t seen you in - in a while. And actually, you were possessed for a bit and I never got to really appreciate that you were okay. I was afraid you’d died, you know. B-but you’re obviously alright now… D-did I mention I’m glad you’re better? I can’t imagine being possessed was any f-fun.”
Sometimes Yuuri babbled when he was nervous. It was a habit he was going to have to break, like, right now.
Yuuri’s mouth snapped shut and he sucked his stomach in when Wolfram smoothed his hands over it.
“W-Wolfram! We - we’re talking! Now!”
“I’m done talking to you, Yuuri,” Wolfram said, and Yuuri could almost hear the smirk in his voice. “It never really worked before. I think…I’m going to show you, now.”
And then Wolfram’s mouth was on his again, gentler this time, softer. He drew Yuuri into the kiss, opening his mouth a little and coaxing an unconscious response from the other boy. One of his hands was still hot on Yuuri’s hip, branding him. Yuuri didn’t think he’d ever be able to forget that touch.
He didn’t know how long it took, but Wolfram apparently knew what he was doing because Yuuri was finally relaxing into the kiss.
Then Wolfram ran his tongue along Yuuri’s bottom lip, and the entire world turned upside down again.
Yuuri gasped, which he instantly realized was a mistake because now Wolfram’s tongue was in his mouth and…and…and it really wasn’t too horrible, actually. In fact…
It was rather nice.
Someone moaned, and Yuuri figured out it had been him only because it happened again when he tried to catch a breath of air. Wolfram’s tongue ran along his own, stroking, twining, petting… Yuuri’s mind reeled as he tried to keep up. But every time he felt like he had caught up, like he was giving as good as he was getting, Wolfram upped it a notch and he was left falling all over again.
Their kiss became frantic, their mouths moving against each other, devouring each other, and seriously, Wolfram was really, really good at this.
Hang on.
Yuuri pulled back abruptly, panting heavily, and stared at Wolfram with accusing eyes - after he opened them, that is. When had they fallen shut in the first place? And his hands, one of which was now tangled in Wolfram’s hair, hadn’t they been pinned above his head? Though now that he thought about it, Wolfram had let go of them some time ago, hadn’t he?
“Yuuri?”
Yuuri’s eyes refocused on Wolfram, and he remembered the problem at hand.
“You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” he demanded, jealousy welling up inside of him. He noticed it a split-second later, much to his horror, and immediately tried to take back that sentence.
It was a fruitless attempt, as Wolfram only smirked at him.
“Yuuri no baka, of course I have,” he said matter-of-factly. “Not all of us are wimps like you.”
“But…d-demo…” God, what was wrong with him? What did he care if his…his…
“Who else have you been kissing?!” Yuuri exploded angrily, his hands closing into fists at his side. “You’re my fiancé, dammit, you’re not supposed to be going around kissing other people!”
It was only after about twenty seconds of absolute silence that Yuuri’s brain finally caught up with his mouth, demanding to know what the hell had happened in its absence.
Wolfram chuckled, warm and light sounding, before he turned what had to be something like a six-hundred-watt smile on Yuuri.
“I haven’t kissed anyone else since I met you,” he said simply, before pulling Yuuri back to him and planting another kiss on his mouth.
Well…that hardly answered Yuuri’s question, but he supposed he would have to make do for the time being.
Especially because there were more pressing matters at the moment, such as the hand trailing down from his stomach and what the hell did Wolfram think he was doing?!
“Wolfram!” Yuuri all but screeched, catching the boy’s hand in a vice-like grasp. “W-What - ?!” Embarrassingly enough, his hips jerked forward when Wolfram wriggled his fingers in Yuuri’s grip, brushing them across the front of Yuuri’s pants. “Stop, Wolfram! Isn’t that - isn’t that going a bit too far?”
“Henachoko. I wasn’t going to do anything,” Wolfram said, stepping back and crossing his arms across his chest. “That wouldn’t be proper, since we aren’t married yet.”
“Yeah, well, Gunter said that you weren’t supposed to be sleeping in my bed until we’re married either, but that obviously didn’t stop you.”
Wolfram rolled his eyes. “Some things are too proper,” he muttered, before giving Yuuri a curious look. “You said until we’re married. I think that’s the first time you’ve ever admitted it’s going to happen.”
“Well, I…” Yuuri’s eyes went wide as he floundered. “I mean… I wasn’t… Eh-heh..” He laughed nervously, putting one hand behind his head. Wolfram snorted, and Yuuri peered at him. “So if it isn’t proper…does that mean that you haven’t done anything like that with anyone else?”
“Anything like that?” Wolfram repeated.
“Like…you haven’t done…it?”
“It?”
Yuuri blushed, making random hand gestures. “Erm… Yeah. It. You know…”
Wolfram stared at him for a few seconds before the terminology sunk in, and his eyes widened. “Oh! Uh…no. Have not done…that.”
“Ever?” Yuuri pressed.
“No.”
“Not with any girl or boy?”
“Never with anyone.”
“Ah.” Yuuri nodded. “Good.” Why is that good? his brain prodded. Why do you care?
Yuuri silently told his brain to please kindly fuck off.
Since he was apparently still able to travel between Earth and Shin Makoku, it was likely he wouldn’t ever be getting out of this engagement with Wolfram. And really, he liked Wolfram. Maybe not like that, but he liked him enough. And…what they had just done…kissing like that…had been good. Really good. Amazingly good.
And Wolfram had never gone any further with anyone else.
Yuuri suddenly wanted to be the first person Wolfram got that far with. He wanted Wolfram to be as affected by him as he was by Wolfram. He wanted to see those green eyes widen with surprise and pleasure and desire. He wanted it so unbelievably badly that it startled him, made him slightly uncomfortable even. Wolfram was still a boy, after all-
Right.
Perhaps it was time he put that issue aside.
Yuuri stepped forward, determination written all over his face like it had been earlier on Wolfram’s. His shirt was still unbuttoned, hanging open now to reveal the tanned skin of his chest and stomach.
“Yuuri?” Wolfram asked, his eyebrows furrowing a little.
“Quiet,” Yuuri said softly. “You said no more talking.” And then he slid his shirt completely off his shoulders.
Wolfram’s cheeks went pink. “Yuuri…” He backed up a step.
Quickly, before he could move back anymore, Yuuri grabbed hold of his wrist. Wolfram still took another step, but this time Yuuri followed.
“What - what are you doing?” Wolfram asked uncertainly, still backing up. The back of his knees hit the bed, and he threw a glance over his shoulder before giving Yuuri a wide-eyed look. Yuuri stared back at him for a moment, before abruptly releasing his wrist and pushing him onto the bed. “Ch-chotto matte!” Wolfram exclaimed. Yuuri didn’t listen; he only dropped to his knees in front of the blonde. “Yuuri!”
“I’m only taking off your shoes,” Yuuri said innocently, concentrating on keeping his hands steady as he pulled off the boy’s boots.
“Oh…”
Once they were off Yuuri toed off his own, and then before Wolfram could make anymore comments, he shoved the boy onto his back and promptly straddled his hips.
If he’d thought that Wolfram’s eyes were wide before, it was nothing compared to now. They looked like they were about to pop out of his head.
Yuuri moved quickly, attacking Wolfram’s belt and trying to get his coat off before the other boy could make an effort to stop him. It worked for a moment; Yuuri had been working on the tiny row of buttons running down Wolfram’s white shirt when he finally seemed to break out of his stunned silence.
“Y-Yuuri!” he cried, his hands instantly getting in Yuuri’s way. “What do you think you’re doing?!” He wriggled out from under Yuuri, moving farther back on the bed up to where the pillows were. Which really didn’t accomplish much besides gaining them a more comfortable spot to do…whatever is was they were going to do, Yuuri figured.
“Wolfram…” Yuuri whispered, crawling towards his fiancé. His heart was pounding in his chest; he was surprised Wolfram couldn’t hear it, actually.
Or maybe his heart was pounding just as quickly…
“Yuuri… What’s that look on your face?” Wolfram asked nervously, sinking into the pillows in an effort to distance himself from Yuuri. Yuuri only leaned over him, throwing his leg back over Wolfram’s hips again. Slowly, carefully, he lowered his body so that he was lying directly on top of Wolfram, his elbows supporting his weight. Wolfram was breathing quickly, almost panting breaths, and each time he sucked in air his bare stomach brushed against Yuuri’s. His eyes were still wide, his cheeks were dark pink…
And he was the most gorgeous person Yuuri had ever seen.
“Wolfram,” he said again, and then they were kissing, tongues moving against each other, groans vibrating into each other’s mouths. It was like before; they gradually picked up speed, their movements growing more frantic, the heat surrounding them and rising rapidly. One of Wolfram’s hands clutched at Yuuri’s shoulder, the other burying itself in his partner’s hair.
They only paused for a quick second so that Wolfram could slide his shirt and coat off, and then they melted together again. Sweat-slicked skin slid together as they wrapped their arms around one another.
Then Wolfram hooked a leg around Yuuri’s hips, pulling their groins together, and both of them gasped loudly and tore apart, panting heavily.
Yuuri, his face flushed and his chest glistening, tentatively moved his hips forward again, watching as Wolfram’s eyes darkened. It was…odd, he had to admit, feeling that hardness pressed against his own. It wasn’t something he’d ever really thought about in his protesting about being engaged to Wolfram. That had been entirely about the idea of both of them being boys. This…the intimacy behind it…he’d never given it thought. And experiencing it now…he couldn’t believe something this amazing was what he’d been so vehemently trying to avoid.
“Wolfram,” Yuuri murmured, for the sole sake of letting the syllables roll off his tongue. He liked the way they sounded, the way they fell so easily from his mouth. He said his name again, just because he could, and then once more as he moved down to Wolfram’s chest and pressed a kiss against his sweaty skin. Wolfram’s breath hitched, but other than that he made no objections.
Yuuri kissed him again, and then let his tongue run along his skin as he moved further down. Past Wolfram’s collar, past his flat, slightly muscled chest - really, who needed breasts? Yuuri imagined they would only get in the way - and down to Wolfram’s stomach, thoroughly enjoying the way Wolfram shuddered beneath his touch.
Then he reached the top of Wolfram’s pants, and realized he had run out of room. He glanced back up at the blonde, unable to hide his grin at the flustered, wide-eyed look on his face, and then down at Wolfram’s crotch again.
He could do this.
“Yuuri!” Wolfram exclaimed, propping himself up onto his elbows when Yuuri began unclasping his pants. “You can’t… No - I - !!”
Yuuri paused and gave Wolfram a smug look. “Henachoko,” he muttered, smirking. Wolfram’s eyes bulged and then narrowed, his cheeks flaring red.
“I told you, I haven’t done this before,” he mumbled, and then abruptly he sat up and pinned Yuuri with an accusing glare. “You seem awfully comfortable, though. Have you done this before? You cheater!! Is this what you were off doing while you were pretending you couldn’t come back here?!”
“Definitely not, I promise you,” Yuuri said, rolling his eyes and pushing Wolfram back down onto the bed. “I just…want to now...” He kept his eyes on Wolfram’s as he reached back down to the boy’s newly undone pants. There was a split-second where he hesitated, but then he was reaching in and freeing Wolfram’s cock from its confines.
Wolfram gasped and his eyes went wide as he grabbed onto Yuuri’s upper arm and held on tight.
This wasn’t so bad. Not too different from holding himself, actually.
Yuuri tightened his hand and began slowly moving it up and down. He watched as Wolfram gritted his teeth, hissing breaths in and out through them, his nails digging into the skin of Yuuri’s arm. Yuuri continued with this slow pace until Wolfram swallowed heavily and let a choked sounding groan tear from his throat. The color in his cheeks deepened when he did so, but Yuuri loved it when his cheeks were flushed like that anyway, so it only made him tighten his grip.
Gradually he sped up, adding a slight twist at the end. Wolfram threw back his head, his back arching and his legs falling open wider. His hand fell to the sheets below and he grabbed at them, searching desperately for some sort of anchor as his toes curled.
“Y-Yuuri…” he panted, unconsciously starting to move his hips up to meet Yuuri’s hand. Yuuri chuckled, bending closer to Wolfram’s face, and he wasn’t surprised when Wolfram snaked a hand around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. It was a messy, sloppy kiss, since Wolfram couldn’t seem to concentrate on both that and the hand surrounding him at the same time, but Yuuri grinned against his mouth anyway.
“Nggh… Yuuri - Yuuri, I…” He gasped, his hips moving faster, the arm around Yuuri’s neck tightening while his other arm he threw over his eyes, and Yuuri happily quickened the pace. Wolfram groaned loudly, his back arched again, his breaths came in closer and closer gasps-
And then he jerked, spasms running through his entire body as he came with a loud grunt. Yuuri continued pumping him until the last of the tremors faded, and then he lay propped up on his elbow at Wolfram’s side, waiting for the boy to look at him.
It took awhile, actually, and Yuuri was beginning to wonder what was wrong until he noticed the dark pink stain still on Wolfram’s cheeks, and he realized the boy was probably just embarrassed.
Yuuri grinned.
“Ne, Wolfram, daijoubu ka?”
A few more seconds passed before Wolfram murmured, “I’m…I’m fine…” He pulled his arm away from his face and glanced sideways at Yuuri. “Henachoko,” he muttered. “Stop smiling like that.”
“Heh, you’re just so cute, though!” Yuuri teased, his grin stretching even further. He felt fantastic, despite the fact that it was Wolfram who had just come while he was still hard in his trousers.
Wolfram seemed to notice this just as Yuuri thought it, and he glanced down at Yuuri’s crotch before meeting his eyes.
“You haven’t…”
“No.” Yuuri tried not to look too hopeful.
A thoughtful look crossed Wolfram’s face as he watched Yuuri, and then he seemed to come to some sort of decision.
“Yuuri, I… I want you to…” He trailed off, looking nervous, while Yuuri stared at him curiously.
“You want me to what?” he asked. Wolfram made a fruitless gesture at the bottom half of his body, his face slowly turning red again.
“I want you to do…that…with me.”
Yuuri arched an eyebrow. “That?”
“Yes, that,” Wolfram snapped, annoyed. “My that is the same as your it.”
Ah. Right. “Oh, that!” Yuuri said, eyes going wide. “You want to…you want me - I mean… But - Are you sure?” Wolfram nodded once. Yuuri swallowed nervously. “Isn’t that…really…a bit too far for the first time?”
“First time, last time, whatever time - Yuuri, I want to do this with you.” Without waiting for an answer, he kicked his pants the rest of the way off. Then he looked at Yuuri. “Please.”
“I… Alright,” Yuuri said softly, trying to remain calm even though his thoughts were anything but. You’re about to have sex! his mind cheered. You’re going to become a man! Bet you never thought this day would come. Hehehe. Even thought it is a boy you’re doing it w-
Yuuri promptly squashed that thought before it could go any further. He was very well aware that Wolfram was a boy, and quite frankly, he really didn’t give a damn.
“Here,” Wolfram said, rustling around in a drawer in the bedside table that Yuuri had never really paid attention to before. “You’ll need this.” He placed a small jar in Yuuri’s hand. “Um…you’ll also need to take off your pants.”
Yuuri stared at the jar and abruptly remembered that he had no idea what he was doing.
“Wolfram, uh, being the innocent not-cheater that I am…” Yuuri smiled sheepishly. “I really don’t know where to go from here.”
“Baka,” Wolfram said, though he sounded slightly amused. “Here.” He pushed himself into a sitting position, and began messing with the zipper on Yuuri’s pants. Yuuri helped him, and soon he was kneeling naked on the bed, trying not to be embarrassed about his hardened cock being out on display. He had a very strong urge to grab a pillow and hold it across his lap.
Wolfram leaned back into the pillows again, propping his feet up and spreading his legs. “Ready?”
Yuuri nodded eagerly. “Yosh! Alright, what do I do?”
“You have to get some of that…eh…” He gestured at the jar Yuuri was still holding, floundering a bit. “In me,” he eventually finished. He glanced away, unable to meet Yuuri’s eyes.
Yuuri blinked. “In you?” he repeated.
“Hai…” Wolfram glanced down at in between his legs. Yuuri followed his gaze, and all of a sudden everything clicked into place.
“That…” He swallowed heavily, his eyes widening a bit. “Will that… Won’t that…hurt?”
Wolfram frowned, looking a bit disgruntled. “Henachoko. What, you think I can’t handle a little pain?”
“So it will hurt?”
“…Probably.”
“Wolfram…”
“Daijoubu, daijoubu. I’ll be fine.”
Yuuri still looked doubtful, but he moved so that he was in between Wolfram’s legs, blushing as he glanced down.
“So…”
“Use your fingers.”
“Right…”
He unscrewed the cap on the jar and dipped his fingers into the slick substance within, then set it aside.
“Ready?” he asked, shaking the hair out of his eyes as he peered at Wolfram. Wolfram breathed in deeply, and Yuuri thought he probably didn’t even realize that he was apprehensively chewing on his bottom lip. Then he nodded, his hands twisting the sheets in his grasp as if in an effort to hold on to something. Yuuri nodded back, and then, with his free hand lightly stroking the top of Wolfram’s thigh, he slid one finger in.
It was a little tight, but nothing he thought would be too bad. Wolfram had a curious look on his face, and his blush was gradually coming back.
“How’s that?” Yuuri asked, slowly moving his finger in and out.
“…Different,” Wolfram admitted, shifting his hips a bit. “Add another.”
Yuuri did, watching the flashes of expression pass over Wolfram’s face. His eyes had widened a bit this time, his lips parting as he drew in a ragged breath. Yuuri made scissoring movements with his fingers, and a choked sound tumbled from Wolfram’s mouth.
“Still okay?”
“H-hai,” he replied shakily.
“Liar.” Yuuri continued pumping his fingers, waiting as Wolfram’s body began to relax around the intrusion.
“Ah… Yuuri…” Wolfram grimaced, canting his hips at a more upwards angle. It was like he was searching for something, but what it could be Yuuri had no idea. He crooked his fingers a bit, entirely without meaning to, and Wolfram’s entire body jolted, his eyes flying wide open.
“Sorry!” Yuuri cried. “I’m sorry - Are you okay??”
Wolfram nodded quickly, panting now. “God, yes. Do - do that again!”
“What, this?” Yuuri angled his fingers again, a smile flitting over his face as Wolfram’s eyes slid shut and he arched his neck, moaning. “Wolfram, can I…?”
“Nani? Oh. Yeah. Do it,” he replied, in between gasping breaths.
Yuuri removed his hand, and after making sure his cock was well slathered with the slick substance, he got into position. It was a bit awkward. Wolfram ended up supporting most of his weight on his upper back since Yuuri had to raise his hips up some to get a better angle. Wolfram wrapped a leg around Yuuri’s waist to help pull him forward, and then Yuuri was pushing in.
He knew instantly that this was different than just using his fingers. Wolfram’s eyes were wide and he winced each time Yuuri moved.
It was tight. It was really tight. And hot. Yuuri could barely concentrate on anything other than the heat surrounding him. He gasped, trying his best not to just shove in all the way but to give Wolfram the chance to adjust.
It felt so good, though.
“Wait, wait,” Wolfram finally gasped, his face scrunching up. His chest was heaving as he breathed, drawing in sharp bursts of air.
“Wolfram…”
“Just…give me a second,” the boy panted.
“Are you sure you want to-” Yuuri began to say, mentally preparing himself to pull out.
“Yes!” Wolfram snapped before he could even finish asking. “I’m fine! You can - you can move now.”
Yuuri nodded, pushing the rest of the way in. Wolfram whimpered a bit but otherwise said nothing. Yuuri’s thighs shook as he tried to remain still, but his was hard to ignore the urge to just let loose and go wild. Wolfram’s leg tightened around his waist, and Yuuri leaned all the way forward so that he could capture Wolfram’s mouth. Wolfram responded eagerly, their tongues brushing against each other, until Yuuri moved his hips back and thrust forward again. Then Wolfram had to tear his mouth away to gasp, and a slight shudder ran through his body.
“Is this… Is this - okay?” Yuuri panted, thrusting in again.
“Yuuri…shut up.”
Yuuri grinned, pressing his mouth against Wolfram’s again. They began to get into a rhythm as Wolfram started to move his hips up to meet Yuuri’s thrusts.
“W-Wolfram,” Yuuri said shakily, not a minute later. “I don’t… I don’t know how - how long I can…hold out.” He pushed in again, and Wolfram’s inner muscles clenched around him. Gritting his teeth, Yuuri could feel himself teetering on the edge, wanting to spill over but at the same time wanting to make this last as long as possible.
“Chotto,” Wolfram mumbled, throwing his arms above his head so that he could grab at the pillows there and tilting his head back. He had both legs tightly locked around Yuuri now. “Just. Before. Do…do what you were doing before!”
Yuuri of course had no idea what he’d actually been doing before, but it had been something like…
He tried for a different angle, thrusting a bit more upwards. Wolfram only winced when he did this.
“Yuuri!” Wolfram growled, gripping the pillows more tightly.
“Gomen…” Yuuri muttered, sweat dripping down his nose. Wolfram’s chest glistened with it as well. Yuuri was still watching that chest, having a sudden urge to run his tongue down it again, when Wolfram jolted like he had before, gasping loudly.
“Y-Yuuri!” he groaned, throwing his head back.
“That it?” Yuuri huffed, aiming for the same spot again. He watched as Wolfram’s already hard cock stiffened even further, and then, unable to help himself, he wrapped his hand around it. Wolfram gasped again, and in a sudden flurry of motion that Yuuri wasn’t quite sure how Wolfram had managed, the two of them were sitting up, Yuuri on his knees and Wolfram in his lap, bouncing up and down as he continually impaled himself, his legs still crossed behind Yuuri’s back.
Yuuri began pumping his hand in time with his thrusts, and soon they were both moving quickly against one another. Wolfram had one arm wrapped around Yuuri’s neck and was clinging to him tightly, while his other hand clutched at Yuuri’s back. Yuuri could feel the boy’s nails scratching against his skin and he knew there’d be marks left afterwards, but he really didn’t care. Their sweat-slicked chests slid against each other, which Yuuri was glad for because he wanted nothing more than to be pressed as close as he possibly could be against Wolfram.
Wolfram panted, Yuuri wheezed, both of their hair was sticking to their foreheads while sweaty locks hung at their neck. Yuuri could feel it when Wolfram neared the end. Even though he’d only experienced the other boy’s orgasm once before, the motions and body language were already familiar. So when Wolfram jerked a bit, his muscles tensing up right before he briefly paused, Yuuri knew what was coming.
“I - I’m gonna-” Wolfram started to say, his eyes squeezing shut and his lips curling up, and then he let himself go, a choked groan bursting from his throat as he coated the fingers Yuuri still had wrapped around his cock. “Yuuri…” he panted, but Yuuri was having a hard time paying attention now because of the way Wolfram’s arse had just clenched around him and, oh God, he was definitely going to-
He screamed. Or it felt like he screamed, but he didn’t have enough air in him to do so, so really his mouth just hung open for a bit as he gasped for breath, his orgasm tearing through him and leaving him boneless. “Wolfram!” he gasped, falling forward and bringing the other boy with him. The two lay there panting against one another.
After a few minutes of lying there tangled up in each other, Yuuri finally moved his hips back carefully, grimacing at Wolfram’s slight wince, and then he collapsed at Wolfram’s side.
Wow.
He’d done it.
“Yuuri, daijoubu ka?” Wolfram asked softly. Yuuri glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. Wolfram looked worried for some reason. “You don’t…you don’t regret doing that, do you? Yuuri?”
Heck, that’s what he was worried about?
Yuuri grinned widely, feeling it stretch across his lips, and vaguely wondered if he’d ever be able to stop smiling now. He didn’t want to. He wanted to smile forever and ever, just to let the entire world know how fantastic he felt right now and how amazing his fiancé was.
“Wolfram no baka,” Yuuri said fondly, enjoying the way a petulant look stole over Wolfram’s face at the words. “How could I regret that?”
“Mou. Well. You…you are a wimp, so I wouldn’t be surprised. Of course,” and he looked serious now, “now that you know what it’s like, you’ll probably be even more tempted to go run around with other random people. I’ll have to keep an even closer eye on you than I did before!”
“Wolfram, I’m not going to cheat on you with someone else,” Yuuri said, rolling his eyes. “I never have before, and I’m certainly not going to now!”
“Hmph!” Wolfram turned up his nose, but he was smirking. “I guess after that you would want to stick around. Yuuri no hentai. And you’re still a cheater.”
“Hai, hai,” Yuuri said indulgently, crossing his arms behind his head. “I’d be worried if you ever stopped calling me a cheater. That’d be like if Conrad stopped calling me Heika, even though I’ve told him a hundred times not to.”
Wolfram frowned and turned on his side, snaking an arm beneath Yuuri’s back and throwing one leg over his hip. “I don’t want to talk about Weller-kyo.”
Yuuri blushed. He couldn’t help it. Even after what had just happened, he still wasn’t used to being pressed up against someone like this. Someone naked, at that.
Plus, they were sticky. And he knew why they were sticky, and that just made his blush deepen.
“Wolfram, we should wash up, don’t you think?”
Wolfram grumbled. “M’too tired,” he said, yawning as if to prove his point. “And I don’t feel like moving.”
Yuuri knew that feeling. He hadn’t been this relaxed in…well…in a very long time, it seemed. He’d never felt so lethargic. He just wanted to lay in bed for the rest of the evening. Hopefully no one would come bother them anytime soon…
Wolfram’s arms tightened around Yuuri’s chest. “I…I was scared I wouldn’t ever see you again,” he mumbled suddenly, his words muffled even further due to the fact that he had his face pressed against Yuuri’s side. But Yuuri heard him anyway. He blinked, that burning sensation blooming in his chest again, and lowered one arm so that he could pull Wolfram even closer.
“I didn’t turn to look back at you that time…because…because I knew if I did, I wouldn’t be able to turn away again,” Yuuri admitted, in the same soft tone Wolfram had used. He saw Wolfram’s cheeks turn pink out of the corner of his eye.
“Hmph. Henachoko.”
Henachoko, henachoko.
Yeah, Yuuri was very, very glad to be back.
Minna, tadaima!
FIN
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Yeah, no worries, I'm quite sure that whatever may eventually happen between Yuuri and Wolfram would never be quite this rushed, but still, smut is fun sometimes, ne? ^.~
Let me know what you thought!
~Maxine
You can also read it at my website, or at Skyehawke.
Title: Tadaima!
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Rating: Oh, very, very much rated NC-17. Yeah. Unglorified smut over here!
Pairing: Yuuri/Wolfram
Length: 6,442 words
Disclaimer: Don't own it. You can be sure if I did, it certainly wouldn't be over right now. ^.~
Notes: Spoilers for the last episode!! This takes place directly after it, so it you don't want to know what happened, then don't read it! Also, it's unbeta'd. Anyone interested?
Summary: What most of us, I think, wanted to happen but were definitely never going to get, hehe.
~~Tadaima!~~
It was his first day in Shin Makoku all over again, Yuuri on his arse and Wolfram towering above him. His face was different, though. On that day Wolfram had looked annoyed, unable to believe that the pathetic creature before him was to become the next Maou.
The expression on his face now was a curious mix of happiness, shock, restraint…
Yuuri had a sudden urge to let the word “bishounen” tumble past his lips again, and he was amazed when he somehow managed to keep silent. It seemed important that he was quiet right now, as Wolfram slowly lowered himself to one knee.
Yuuri’s brain had a minor panic attack, thoughts of Oh God, he’s proposing!! flashing through his head, before he reminded himself that that was fairly unnecessary since they were already engaged.
Oh. Right. He had a fiancé again.
Why didn’t that bother him?
Had he known what was going to happen beforehand, and if he was completely honest with himself, Yuuri would have had to admit that he’d have expected a completely different reaction from Wolfram.
Tears again, possibly? He hadn’t seen Wolfram crying before he’d left, but he’d heard it in the boy’s choked voice.
A smile, perhaps? Yuuri knew Wolfram was ecstatic that he was back. It wouldn’t hurt him to show it…
Or maybe a hug worthy of being deemed a tackle by those American football players. Then again, with everyone else standing around…
In any case, Yuuri would have expected something else. What he got instead was:
“Henachoko! If you were able to come back, why didn’t you?! What have you been doing all this time?!”
Henachoko, henachoko.
Oh, who was he kidding? Any other welcome-back greeting and Yuuri would have had to ask if Wolfram was quite sure that he was feeling alright.
Henachoko…
He felt a grin spread across his face.
It was good to be back.
* * *
He knew that Wolfram was hiding his true reaction from everyone else the minute he found himself being dragged roughly down the hall to the safety of their - his - bedroom.
The door had only just shut behind him and Yuuri was already pushed up against it, the hard wood digging into his back and Wolfram’s hands tight on his shoulders. He watched as a determined expression came over Wolfram’s face; blonde eyebrows pinched over blazing green eyes - green, God, had they always been that green? - lips pursed tightly together. A pink flush had spread across Wolfram’s nose and was slowly flooding his cheeks as well.
Yuuri waited patiently for him to say something, but it seemed no words were coming. His eyebrows arched up as he tilted his head to the side a bit, blinking.
“Wolfram-”
“Yuuri,” Wolfram interrupted in a voice that Yuuri wasn’t sure he’d ever heard the boy use before. He leaned in closer, his chest flat against Yuuri’s now.
Yuuri did a full-body twitch.
Personal space!! his mind crowed. Invasion. Of. Personal space!!!!
“Ehh, W-Wolfram…” he stuttered nervously, since suddenly the other boy’s face was much closer than it had been before. Their noses were practically touching, Yuuri realized, as he wrinkled his own and attempted to become one with the door behind him. His plans to melt through it weren’t exactly working; it only gave Wolfram more room to move in. Yuuri’s gaze dropped involuntarily to Wolfram’s mouth. Honestly, they were so close now that he need only lift his chin and they’d be kissing-
Oh.
There was a split-second after this sudden realization where Yuuri had a fleeting hope that Wolfram wouldn’t dare be so bold as to-
And then Wolfram’s mouth was on his, hard and insistent, and Yuuri realized how utterly wrong he was.
He could only stand there, frozen with shock and tense with nervousness, as his brain loudly protested what was happening.
Oy, oy! it cried. Wolfram is kissing you! Wolfram!! A boy! You’re being kissed by a BOY!!!
Oddly enough, the rest of his body didn’t seem to mind.
His muscles hummed with…something, whatever it was dancing along his skin, as well, and sending tingles up his spine. But still he didn’t move, embarrassment holding him in place more than anything else, and he was quickly recognizing the all-important need to breathe creeping up on him.
Wolfram pulled back slowly, the color in his cheeks having spread to include the tips of his ears. Yuuri stared at him wide-eyed, and his blush darkened even further.
“G-Gomen…” Wolfram muttered, stepping back even more. Warning bells went off in Yuuri’s head, and before he’d even realized what he was doing he had a hand wrapped around Wolfram’s wrist.
Aack! What was he doing? Let him go, let him go, don’t make him stay! Baka, baka!!
“Wolfram,” Yuuri said softly, despite his screaming thoughts, tugging the other boy back towards himself. Wolfram went easily, falling against Yuuri’s chest and worming his arms behind Yuuri’s back all in one move. Yuuri stiffened for a moment, only relaxing when he felt the slight tremors running through Wolfram’s frame. Slowly, hesitantly, as if they had a mind of their own, Yuuri’s arms rose. He was still trying to figure out what was going on as they tightened around Wolfram’s waist.
“I missed you.”
What the hell? The words had tumbled from his lips before his brain had the chance to okay them, and Yuuri was certain he definitely hadn’t meant to say them. He promptly adopted the look of a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar as Wolfram reared back and stared at him in shock. The boy’s face, if possible, went a shade darker and really, if he kept this up he was going to resemble a tomato soon.
Yuuri steadfastly ignored that his own cheeks felt just as hot as Wolfram’s looked.
“…Henachoko,” Wolfram murmured, his arms finding their way around Yuuri again and squeezing tight as he rest his chin on Yuuri’s shoulder. “You shouldn’t say such weak things.”
“Mou, are you saying you didn’t miss me, then?” Yuuri teased, trying to ignore the awkwardness of being so intimately close to another person. Except it wasn’t so awkward, was it? It felt…kind of good…
“…I didn’t…say that.”
Why did it feel so good, being close to Wolfram like this? Hugging him like this? It left him reeling and wanting to pull him even closer, though there was already no room between them. Yuuri had hugged plenty of people before, what made this so special? Well, okay, maybe not plenty of people. He hugged his mother all the time, but then again he was extremely grateful that she didn’t leave him feeling like this.
He was hot. That was the one thought that managed to seep through Yuuri’s suddenly muddled mind. The room was stuffy, Wolfram’s body was pressed against him, and he was hot. Really hot. He needed to get out of Wolfram’s grasp, but at the same time he never wanted to leave. He wanted more of this, he wanted to do more…
Except that Wolfram was a boy, and Yuuri wasn’t entirely sure what more entailed between two boys…
Not the he was contemplating doing anything more. Because he wasn’t. Because Wolfram was his friend, and he was a boy, and despite the fact that he was also his fiancé, he most certainly wasn’t his boyfriend.
God, why was it so hot in here?
“Ne, Wolfram…” Yuuri tried to untangle himself from the other boy, but Wolfram had him pinned tight against the door. Still, Yuuri squirmed, trying to wriggle away. The next thing he knew his hands were being held above his head and Wolfram’s face was centimeters from his own again, that determined look back in place.
Yuuri swallowed nervously, his tongue darting out to wet his suddenly dry lips. Wolfram’s eyes followed the movement, and something blossomed and burned in Yuuri’s chest, sending chills down to his toes and then straight back up to his head. Heat coiled in Yuuri’s belly and-
And he really, really needed to get away from Wolfram. Right now, in fact. Or at least he needed to not be pressed flush up against him. Otherwise he might notice…that, and that would be bad. Really bad. Yuuri didn’t know why, but it would definitely, definitely be bad.
Wolfram’s eyes widened a fraction and dropped lower between them, before rising to meet Yuuri’s own. The blonde arched an eyebrow, nudging his hips forward a tiny bit, and Yuuri felt like the floor had just dropped out from beneath him.
Well, shit.
“Wolfram,” Yuuri whined, very aware that he was doing so, but beyond caring at that point. “Wolfram, I need to - I have…to…” What? Go? Go where?
Somewhere far away from here. Somewhere that wasn’t nearly as confusing. Somewhere that wasn’t making his head spin and causing his body to react in strange ways to his friends that were boys but not boyfriends.
“Yuuri,” Wolfram said softly, leaning in. Yuuri tried not to panic.
“Ehh… I think we should talk, Wolfram!” he blurted. Wolfram pulled back a bit and stared at him incredulously. “I mean, all we’ve done in the past ten minutes is continually repeat each other’s names-” Rolling his eyes, Wolfram ducked his head and placed an open-mouthed kiss against the side of Yuuri’s neck. Yuuri’s own eyes went wide. “…n-names…” he repeated, swallowing nervously. He was having trouble forming coherent thoughts, let alone sentences, as Wolfram’s hands released his wrists and began undoing the buttons on his shirt. “A-and… And I haven’t seen you in - in a while. And actually, you were possessed for a bit and I never got to really appreciate that you were okay. I was afraid you’d died, you know. B-but you’re obviously alright now… D-did I mention I’m glad you’re better? I can’t imagine being possessed was any f-fun.”
Sometimes Yuuri babbled when he was nervous. It was a habit he was going to have to break, like, right now.
Yuuri’s mouth snapped shut and he sucked his stomach in when Wolfram smoothed his hands over it.
“W-Wolfram! We - we’re talking! Now!”
“I’m done talking to you, Yuuri,” Wolfram said, and Yuuri could almost hear the smirk in his voice. “It never really worked before. I think…I’m going to show you, now.”
And then Wolfram’s mouth was on his again, gentler this time, softer. He drew Yuuri into the kiss, opening his mouth a little and coaxing an unconscious response from the other boy. One of his hands was still hot on Yuuri’s hip, branding him. Yuuri didn’t think he’d ever be able to forget that touch.
He didn’t know how long it took, but Wolfram apparently knew what he was doing because Yuuri was finally relaxing into the kiss.
Then Wolfram ran his tongue along Yuuri’s bottom lip, and the entire world turned upside down again.
Yuuri gasped, which he instantly realized was a mistake because now Wolfram’s tongue was in his mouth and…and…and it really wasn’t too horrible, actually. In fact…
It was rather nice.
Someone moaned, and Yuuri figured out it had been him only because it happened again when he tried to catch a breath of air. Wolfram’s tongue ran along his own, stroking, twining, petting… Yuuri’s mind reeled as he tried to keep up. But every time he felt like he had caught up, like he was giving as good as he was getting, Wolfram upped it a notch and he was left falling all over again.
Their kiss became frantic, their mouths moving against each other, devouring each other, and seriously, Wolfram was really, really good at this.
Hang on.
Yuuri pulled back abruptly, panting heavily, and stared at Wolfram with accusing eyes - after he opened them, that is. When had they fallen shut in the first place? And his hands, one of which was now tangled in Wolfram’s hair, hadn’t they been pinned above his head? Though now that he thought about it, Wolfram had let go of them some time ago, hadn’t he?
“Yuuri?”
Yuuri’s eyes refocused on Wolfram, and he remembered the problem at hand.
“You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” he demanded, jealousy welling up inside of him. He noticed it a split-second later, much to his horror, and immediately tried to take back that sentence.
It was a fruitless attempt, as Wolfram only smirked at him.
“Yuuri no baka, of course I have,” he said matter-of-factly. “Not all of us are wimps like you.”
“But…d-demo…” God, what was wrong with him? What did he care if his…his…
“Who else have you been kissing?!” Yuuri exploded angrily, his hands closing into fists at his side. “You’re my fiancé, dammit, you’re not supposed to be going around kissing other people!”
It was only after about twenty seconds of absolute silence that Yuuri’s brain finally caught up with his mouth, demanding to know what the hell had happened in its absence.
Wolfram chuckled, warm and light sounding, before he turned what had to be something like a six-hundred-watt smile on Yuuri.
“I haven’t kissed anyone else since I met you,” he said simply, before pulling Yuuri back to him and planting another kiss on his mouth.
Well…that hardly answered Yuuri’s question, but he supposed he would have to make do for the time being.
Especially because there were more pressing matters at the moment, such as the hand trailing down from his stomach and what the hell did Wolfram think he was doing?!
“Wolfram!” Yuuri all but screeched, catching the boy’s hand in a vice-like grasp. “W-What - ?!” Embarrassingly enough, his hips jerked forward when Wolfram wriggled his fingers in Yuuri’s grip, brushing them across the front of Yuuri’s pants. “Stop, Wolfram! Isn’t that - isn’t that going a bit too far?”
“Henachoko. I wasn’t going to do anything,” Wolfram said, stepping back and crossing his arms across his chest. “That wouldn’t be proper, since we aren’t married yet.”
“Yeah, well, Gunter said that you weren’t supposed to be sleeping in my bed until we’re married either, but that obviously didn’t stop you.”
Wolfram rolled his eyes. “Some things are too proper,” he muttered, before giving Yuuri a curious look. “You said until we’re married. I think that’s the first time you’ve ever admitted it’s going to happen.”
“Well, I…” Yuuri’s eyes went wide as he floundered. “I mean… I wasn’t… Eh-heh..” He laughed nervously, putting one hand behind his head. Wolfram snorted, and Yuuri peered at him. “So if it isn’t proper…does that mean that you haven’t done anything like that with anyone else?”
“Anything like that?” Wolfram repeated.
“Like…you haven’t done…it?”
“It?”
Yuuri blushed, making random hand gestures. “Erm… Yeah. It. You know…”
Wolfram stared at him for a few seconds before the terminology sunk in, and his eyes widened. “Oh! Uh…no. Have not done…that.”
“Ever?” Yuuri pressed.
“No.”
“Not with any girl or boy?”
“Never with anyone.”
“Ah.” Yuuri nodded. “Good.” Why is that good? his brain prodded. Why do you care?
Yuuri silently told his brain to please kindly fuck off.
Since he was apparently still able to travel between Earth and Shin Makoku, it was likely he wouldn’t ever be getting out of this engagement with Wolfram. And really, he liked Wolfram. Maybe not like that, but he liked him enough. And…what they had just done…kissing like that…had been good. Really good. Amazingly good.
And Wolfram had never gone any further with anyone else.
Yuuri suddenly wanted to be the first person Wolfram got that far with. He wanted Wolfram to be as affected by him as he was by Wolfram. He wanted to see those green eyes widen with surprise and pleasure and desire. He wanted it so unbelievably badly that it startled him, made him slightly uncomfortable even. Wolfram was still a boy, after all-
Right.
Perhaps it was time he put that issue aside.
Yuuri stepped forward, determination written all over his face like it had been earlier on Wolfram’s. His shirt was still unbuttoned, hanging open now to reveal the tanned skin of his chest and stomach.
“Yuuri?” Wolfram asked, his eyebrows furrowing a little.
“Quiet,” Yuuri said softly. “You said no more talking.” And then he slid his shirt completely off his shoulders.
Wolfram’s cheeks went pink. “Yuuri…” He backed up a step.
Quickly, before he could move back anymore, Yuuri grabbed hold of his wrist. Wolfram still took another step, but this time Yuuri followed.
“What - what are you doing?” Wolfram asked uncertainly, still backing up. The back of his knees hit the bed, and he threw a glance over his shoulder before giving Yuuri a wide-eyed look. Yuuri stared back at him for a moment, before abruptly releasing his wrist and pushing him onto the bed. “Ch-chotto matte!” Wolfram exclaimed. Yuuri didn’t listen; he only dropped to his knees in front of the blonde. “Yuuri!”
“I’m only taking off your shoes,” Yuuri said innocently, concentrating on keeping his hands steady as he pulled off the boy’s boots.
“Oh…”
Once they were off Yuuri toed off his own, and then before Wolfram could make anymore comments, he shoved the boy onto his back and promptly straddled his hips.
If he’d thought that Wolfram’s eyes were wide before, it was nothing compared to now. They looked like they were about to pop out of his head.
Yuuri moved quickly, attacking Wolfram’s belt and trying to get his coat off before the other boy could make an effort to stop him. It worked for a moment; Yuuri had been working on the tiny row of buttons running down Wolfram’s white shirt when he finally seemed to break out of his stunned silence.
“Y-Yuuri!” he cried, his hands instantly getting in Yuuri’s way. “What do you think you’re doing?!” He wriggled out from under Yuuri, moving farther back on the bed up to where the pillows were. Which really didn’t accomplish much besides gaining them a more comfortable spot to do…whatever is was they were going to do, Yuuri figured.
“Wolfram…” Yuuri whispered, crawling towards his fiancé. His heart was pounding in his chest; he was surprised Wolfram couldn’t hear it, actually.
Or maybe his heart was pounding just as quickly…
“Yuuri… What’s that look on your face?” Wolfram asked nervously, sinking into the pillows in an effort to distance himself from Yuuri. Yuuri only leaned over him, throwing his leg back over Wolfram’s hips again. Slowly, carefully, he lowered his body so that he was lying directly on top of Wolfram, his elbows supporting his weight. Wolfram was breathing quickly, almost panting breaths, and each time he sucked in air his bare stomach brushed against Yuuri’s. His eyes were still wide, his cheeks were dark pink…
And he was the most gorgeous person Yuuri had ever seen.
“Wolfram,” he said again, and then they were kissing, tongues moving against each other, groans vibrating into each other’s mouths. It was like before; they gradually picked up speed, their movements growing more frantic, the heat surrounding them and rising rapidly. One of Wolfram’s hands clutched at Yuuri’s shoulder, the other burying itself in his partner’s hair.
They only paused for a quick second so that Wolfram could slide his shirt and coat off, and then they melted together again. Sweat-slicked skin slid together as they wrapped their arms around one another.
Then Wolfram hooked a leg around Yuuri’s hips, pulling their groins together, and both of them gasped loudly and tore apart, panting heavily.
Yuuri, his face flushed and his chest glistening, tentatively moved his hips forward again, watching as Wolfram’s eyes darkened. It was…odd, he had to admit, feeling that hardness pressed against his own. It wasn’t something he’d ever really thought about in his protesting about being engaged to Wolfram. That had been entirely about the idea of both of them being boys. This…the intimacy behind it…he’d never given it thought. And experiencing it now…he couldn’t believe something this amazing was what he’d been so vehemently trying to avoid.
“Wolfram,” Yuuri murmured, for the sole sake of letting the syllables roll off his tongue. He liked the way they sounded, the way they fell so easily from his mouth. He said his name again, just because he could, and then once more as he moved down to Wolfram’s chest and pressed a kiss against his sweaty skin. Wolfram’s breath hitched, but other than that he made no objections.
Yuuri kissed him again, and then let his tongue run along his skin as he moved further down. Past Wolfram’s collar, past his flat, slightly muscled chest - really, who needed breasts? Yuuri imagined they would only get in the way - and down to Wolfram’s stomach, thoroughly enjoying the way Wolfram shuddered beneath his touch.
Then he reached the top of Wolfram’s pants, and realized he had run out of room. He glanced back up at the blonde, unable to hide his grin at the flustered, wide-eyed look on his face, and then down at Wolfram’s crotch again.
He could do this.
“Yuuri!” Wolfram exclaimed, propping himself up onto his elbows when Yuuri began unclasping his pants. “You can’t… No - I - !!”
Yuuri paused and gave Wolfram a smug look. “Henachoko,” he muttered, smirking. Wolfram’s eyes bulged and then narrowed, his cheeks flaring red.
“I told you, I haven’t done this before,” he mumbled, and then abruptly he sat up and pinned Yuuri with an accusing glare. “You seem awfully comfortable, though. Have you done this before? You cheater!! Is this what you were off doing while you were pretending you couldn’t come back here?!”
“Definitely not, I promise you,” Yuuri said, rolling his eyes and pushing Wolfram back down onto the bed. “I just…want to now...” He kept his eyes on Wolfram’s as he reached back down to the boy’s newly undone pants. There was a split-second where he hesitated, but then he was reaching in and freeing Wolfram’s cock from its confines.
Wolfram gasped and his eyes went wide as he grabbed onto Yuuri’s upper arm and held on tight.
This wasn’t so bad. Not too different from holding himself, actually.
Yuuri tightened his hand and began slowly moving it up and down. He watched as Wolfram gritted his teeth, hissing breaths in and out through them, his nails digging into the skin of Yuuri’s arm. Yuuri continued with this slow pace until Wolfram swallowed heavily and let a choked sounding groan tear from his throat. The color in his cheeks deepened when he did so, but Yuuri loved it when his cheeks were flushed like that anyway, so it only made him tighten his grip.
Gradually he sped up, adding a slight twist at the end. Wolfram threw back his head, his back arching and his legs falling open wider. His hand fell to the sheets below and he grabbed at them, searching desperately for some sort of anchor as his toes curled.
“Y-Yuuri…” he panted, unconsciously starting to move his hips up to meet Yuuri’s hand. Yuuri chuckled, bending closer to Wolfram’s face, and he wasn’t surprised when Wolfram snaked a hand around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. It was a messy, sloppy kiss, since Wolfram couldn’t seem to concentrate on both that and the hand surrounding him at the same time, but Yuuri grinned against his mouth anyway.
“Nggh… Yuuri - Yuuri, I…” He gasped, his hips moving faster, the arm around Yuuri’s neck tightening while his other arm he threw over his eyes, and Yuuri happily quickened the pace. Wolfram groaned loudly, his back arched again, his breaths came in closer and closer gasps-
And then he jerked, spasms running through his entire body as he came with a loud grunt. Yuuri continued pumping him until the last of the tremors faded, and then he lay propped up on his elbow at Wolfram’s side, waiting for the boy to look at him.
It took awhile, actually, and Yuuri was beginning to wonder what was wrong until he noticed the dark pink stain still on Wolfram’s cheeks, and he realized the boy was probably just embarrassed.
Yuuri grinned.
“Ne, Wolfram, daijoubu ka?”
A few more seconds passed before Wolfram murmured, “I’m…I’m fine…” He pulled his arm away from his face and glanced sideways at Yuuri. “Henachoko,” he muttered. “Stop smiling like that.”
“Heh, you’re just so cute, though!” Yuuri teased, his grin stretching even further. He felt fantastic, despite the fact that it was Wolfram who had just come while he was still hard in his trousers.
Wolfram seemed to notice this just as Yuuri thought it, and he glanced down at Yuuri’s crotch before meeting his eyes.
“You haven’t…”
“No.” Yuuri tried not to look too hopeful.
A thoughtful look crossed Wolfram’s face as he watched Yuuri, and then he seemed to come to some sort of decision.
“Yuuri, I… I want you to…” He trailed off, looking nervous, while Yuuri stared at him curiously.
“You want me to what?” he asked. Wolfram made a fruitless gesture at the bottom half of his body, his face slowly turning red again.
“I want you to do…that…with me.”
Yuuri arched an eyebrow. “That?”
“Yes, that,” Wolfram snapped, annoyed. “My that is the same as your it.”
Ah. Right. “Oh, that!” Yuuri said, eyes going wide. “You want to…you want me - I mean… But - Are you sure?” Wolfram nodded once. Yuuri swallowed nervously. “Isn’t that…really…a bit too far for the first time?”
“First time, last time, whatever time - Yuuri, I want to do this with you.” Without waiting for an answer, he kicked his pants the rest of the way off. Then he looked at Yuuri. “Please.”
“I… Alright,” Yuuri said softly, trying to remain calm even though his thoughts were anything but. You’re about to have sex! his mind cheered. You’re going to become a man! Bet you never thought this day would come. Hehehe. Even thought it is a boy you’re doing it w-
Yuuri promptly squashed that thought before it could go any further. He was very well aware that Wolfram was a boy, and quite frankly, he really didn’t give a damn.
“Here,” Wolfram said, rustling around in a drawer in the bedside table that Yuuri had never really paid attention to before. “You’ll need this.” He placed a small jar in Yuuri’s hand. “Um…you’ll also need to take off your pants.”
Yuuri stared at the jar and abruptly remembered that he had no idea what he was doing.
“Wolfram, uh, being the innocent not-cheater that I am…” Yuuri smiled sheepishly. “I really don’t know where to go from here.”
“Baka,” Wolfram said, though he sounded slightly amused. “Here.” He pushed himself into a sitting position, and began messing with the zipper on Yuuri’s pants. Yuuri helped him, and soon he was kneeling naked on the bed, trying not to be embarrassed about his hardened cock being out on display. He had a very strong urge to grab a pillow and hold it across his lap.
Wolfram leaned back into the pillows again, propping his feet up and spreading his legs. “Ready?”
Yuuri nodded eagerly. “Yosh! Alright, what do I do?”
“You have to get some of that…eh…” He gestured at the jar Yuuri was still holding, floundering a bit. “In me,” he eventually finished. He glanced away, unable to meet Yuuri’s eyes.
Yuuri blinked. “In you?” he repeated.
“Hai…” Wolfram glanced down at in between his legs. Yuuri followed his gaze, and all of a sudden everything clicked into place.
“That…” He swallowed heavily, his eyes widening a bit. “Will that… Won’t that…hurt?”
Wolfram frowned, looking a bit disgruntled. “Henachoko. What, you think I can’t handle a little pain?”
“So it will hurt?”
“…Probably.”
“Wolfram…”
“Daijoubu, daijoubu. I’ll be fine.”
Yuuri still looked doubtful, but he moved so that he was in between Wolfram’s legs, blushing as he glanced down.
“So…”
“Use your fingers.”
“Right…”
He unscrewed the cap on the jar and dipped his fingers into the slick substance within, then set it aside.
“Ready?” he asked, shaking the hair out of his eyes as he peered at Wolfram. Wolfram breathed in deeply, and Yuuri thought he probably didn’t even realize that he was apprehensively chewing on his bottom lip. Then he nodded, his hands twisting the sheets in his grasp as if in an effort to hold on to something. Yuuri nodded back, and then, with his free hand lightly stroking the top of Wolfram’s thigh, he slid one finger in.
It was a little tight, but nothing he thought would be too bad. Wolfram had a curious look on his face, and his blush was gradually coming back.
“How’s that?” Yuuri asked, slowly moving his finger in and out.
“…Different,” Wolfram admitted, shifting his hips a bit. “Add another.”
Yuuri did, watching the flashes of expression pass over Wolfram’s face. His eyes had widened a bit this time, his lips parting as he drew in a ragged breath. Yuuri made scissoring movements with his fingers, and a choked sound tumbled from Wolfram’s mouth.
“Still okay?”
“H-hai,” he replied shakily.
“Liar.” Yuuri continued pumping his fingers, waiting as Wolfram’s body began to relax around the intrusion.
“Ah… Yuuri…” Wolfram grimaced, canting his hips at a more upwards angle. It was like he was searching for something, but what it could be Yuuri had no idea. He crooked his fingers a bit, entirely without meaning to, and Wolfram’s entire body jolted, his eyes flying wide open.
“Sorry!” Yuuri cried. “I’m sorry - Are you okay??”
Wolfram nodded quickly, panting now. “God, yes. Do - do that again!”
“What, this?” Yuuri angled his fingers again, a smile flitting over his face as Wolfram’s eyes slid shut and he arched his neck, moaning. “Wolfram, can I…?”
“Nani? Oh. Yeah. Do it,” he replied, in between gasping breaths.
Yuuri removed his hand, and after making sure his cock was well slathered with the slick substance, he got into position. It was a bit awkward. Wolfram ended up supporting most of his weight on his upper back since Yuuri had to raise his hips up some to get a better angle. Wolfram wrapped a leg around Yuuri’s waist to help pull him forward, and then Yuuri was pushing in.
He knew instantly that this was different than just using his fingers. Wolfram’s eyes were wide and he winced each time Yuuri moved.
It was tight. It was really tight. And hot. Yuuri could barely concentrate on anything other than the heat surrounding him. He gasped, trying his best not to just shove in all the way but to give Wolfram the chance to adjust.
It felt so good, though.
“Wait, wait,” Wolfram finally gasped, his face scrunching up. His chest was heaving as he breathed, drawing in sharp bursts of air.
“Wolfram…”
“Just…give me a second,” the boy panted.
“Are you sure you want to-” Yuuri began to say, mentally preparing himself to pull out.
“Yes!” Wolfram snapped before he could even finish asking. “I’m fine! You can - you can move now.”
Yuuri nodded, pushing the rest of the way in. Wolfram whimpered a bit but otherwise said nothing. Yuuri’s thighs shook as he tried to remain still, but his was hard to ignore the urge to just let loose and go wild. Wolfram’s leg tightened around his waist, and Yuuri leaned all the way forward so that he could capture Wolfram’s mouth. Wolfram responded eagerly, their tongues brushing against each other, until Yuuri moved his hips back and thrust forward again. Then Wolfram had to tear his mouth away to gasp, and a slight shudder ran through his body.
“Is this… Is this - okay?” Yuuri panted, thrusting in again.
“Yuuri…shut up.”
Yuuri grinned, pressing his mouth against Wolfram’s again. They began to get into a rhythm as Wolfram started to move his hips up to meet Yuuri’s thrusts.
“W-Wolfram,” Yuuri said shakily, not a minute later. “I don’t… I don’t know how - how long I can…hold out.” He pushed in again, and Wolfram’s inner muscles clenched around him. Gritting his teeth, Yuuri could feel himself teetering on the edge, wanting to spill over but at the same time wanting to make this last as long as possible.
“Chotto,” Wolfram mumbled, throwing his arms above his head so that he could grab at the pillows there and tilting his head back. He had both legs tightly locked around Yuuri now. “Just. Before. Do…do what you were doing before!”
Yuuri of course had no idea what he’d actually been doing before, but it had been something like…
He tried for a different angle, thrusting a bit more upwards. Wolfram only winced when he did this.
“Yuuri!” Wolfram growled, gripping the pillows more tightly.
“Gomen…” Yuuri muttered, sweat dripping down his nose. Wolfram’s chest glistened with it as well. Yuuri was still watching that chest, having a sudden urge to run his tongue down it again, when Wolfram jolted like he had before, gasping loudly.
“Y-Yuuri!” he groaned, throwing his head back.
“That it?” Yuuri huffed, aiming for the same spot again. He watched as Wolfram’s already hard cock stiffened even further, and then, unable to help himself, he wrapped his hand around it. Wolfram gasped again, and in a sudden flurry of motion that Yuuri wasn’t quite sure how Wolfram had managed, the two of them were sitting up, Yuuri on his knees and Wolfram in his lap, bouncing up and down as he continually impaled himself, his legs still crossed behind Yuuri’s back.
Yuuri began pumping his hand in time with his thrusts, and soon they were both moving quickly against one another. Wolfram had one arm wrapped around Yuuri’s neck and was clinging to him tightly, while his other hand clutched at Yuuri’s back. Yuuri could feel the boy’s nails scratching against his skin and he knew there’d be marks left afterwards, but he really didn’t care. Their sweat-slicked chests slid against each other, which Yuuri was glad for because he wanted nothing more than to be pressed as close as he possibly could be against Wolfram.
Wolfram panted, Yuuri wheezed, both of their hair was sticking to their foreheads while sweaty locks hung at their neck. Yuuri could feel it when Wolfram neared the end. Even though he’d only experienced the other boy’s orgasm once before, the motions and body language were already familiar. So when Wolfram jerked a bit, his muscles tensing up right before he briefly paused, Yuuri knew what was coming.
“I - I’m gonna-” Wolfram started to say, his eyes squeezing shut and his lips curling up, and then he let himself go, a choked groan bursting from his throat as he coated the fingers Yuuri still had wrapped around his cock. “Yuuri…” he panted, but Yuuri was having a hard time paying attention now because of the way Wolfram’s arse had just clenched around him and, oh God, he was definitely going to-
He screamed. Or it felt like he screamed, but he didn’t have enough air in him to do so, so really his mouth just hung open for a bit as he gasped for breath, his orgasm tearing through him and leaving him boneless. “Wolfram!” he gasped, falling forward and bringing the other boy with him. The two lay there panting against one another.
After a few minutes of lying there tangled up in each other, Yuuri finally moved his hips back carefully, grimacing at Wolfram’s slight wince, and then he collapsed at Wolfram’s side.
Wow.
He’d done it.
“Yuuri, daijoubu ka?” Wolfram asked softly. Yuuri glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. Wolfram looked worried for some reason. “You don’t…you don’t regret doing that, do you? Yuuri?”
Heck, that’s what he was worried about?
Yuuri grinned widely, feeling it stretch across his lips, and vaguely wondered if he’d ever be able to stop smiling now. He didn’t want to. He wanted to smile forever and ever, just to let the entire world know how fantastic he felt right now and how amazing his fiancé was.
“Wolfram no baka,” Yuuri said fondly, enjoying the way a petulant look stole over Wolfram’s face at the words. “How could I regret that?”
“Mou. Well. You…you are a wimp, so I wouldn’t be surprised. Of course,” and he looked serious now, “now that you know what it’s like, you’ll probably be even more tempted to go run around with other random people. I’ll have to keep an even closer eye on you than I did before!”
“Wolfram, I’m not going to cheat on you with someone else,” Yuuri said, rolling his eyes. “I never have before, and I’m certainly not going to now!”
“Hmph!” Wolfram turned up his nose, but he was smirking. “I guess after that you would want to stick around. Yuuri no hentai. And you’re still a cheater.”
“Hai, hai,” Yuuri said indulgently, crossing his arms behind his head. “I’d be worried if you ever stopped calling me a cheater. That’d be like if Conrad stopped calling me Heika, even though I’ve told him a hundred times not to.”
Wolfram frowned and turned on his side, snaking an arm beneath Yuuri’s back and throwing one leg over his hip. “I don’t want to talk about Weller-kyo.”
Yuuri blushed. He couldn’t help it. Even after what had just happened, he still wasn’t used to being pressed up against someone like this. Someone naked, at that.
Plus, they were sticky. And he knew why they were sticky, and that just made his blush deepen.
“Wolfram, we should wash up, don’t you think?”
Wolfram grumbled. “M’too tired,” he said, yawning as if to prove his point. “And I don’t feel like moving.”
Yuuri knew that feeling. He hadn’t been this relaxed in…well…in a very long time, it seemed. He’d never felt so lethargic. He just wanted to lay in bed for the rest of the evening. Hopefully no one would come bother them anytime soon…
Wolfram’s arms tightened around Yuuri’s chest. “I…I was scared I wouldn’t ever see you again,” he mumbled suddenly, his words muffled even further due to the fact that he had his face pressed against Yuuri’s side. But Yuuri heard him anyway. He blinked, that burning sensation blooming in his chest again, and lowered one arm so that he could pull Wolfram even closer.
“I didn’t turn to look back at you that time…because…because I knew if I did, I wouldn’t be able to turn away again,” Yuuri admitted, in the same soft tone Wolfram had used. He saw Wolfram’s cheeks turn pink out of the corner of his eye.
“Hmph. Henachoko.”
Henachoko, henachoko.
Yeah, Yuuri was very, very glad to be back.
Minna, tadaima!
FIN
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Yeah, no worries, I'm quite sure that whatever may eventually happen between Yuuri and Wolfram would never be quite this rushed, but still, smut is fun sometimes, ne? ^.~
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~Maxine
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