Day 30: "Hot Bath" (pg-13) Kyou Kara Maou
Title: Hot Bath
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Rating|Genre: pg-13 | slash
Characters|Pairing: Conrad Weller | Conrad/Günter
Summary: Günter has an unusual suggestion in the bath... Only, was that what really happened? Conrad is more than confused...
Word count: 666
Spoilers|Warnings: No. | Not much of a plot...
Notes: The thing is... that Conrad has a thing for Günter's hair! :) Headcanon. *nods firmly*
Conrad was in the bath with Yuuri, Wolfram and Günter. The two younger ones were still standing on the side, covered in towels, while nothing but water covered the two men in the bath.
Günter had his back turned to Conrad.
Wolfram said:
“Yuuri, let me wash your back for you!”
“No!” Yuuri cried the way he always did when Wolfram threatened to become too touchy-feely. “Absolutely not!”
“You’re right, Your Majesty”, Günter agreed. “This is no place for kids. Shoo, Wolfram, shoo, Your Majesty, shoo!”
As if this was normal Günter-behavior, the two boys hurried away through the humid air and disappeared somewhere where Conrad couldn’t see them.
“Do you want to wash my hair again?” Günter asked.
Günter’s hair was glossy and perfect, seemingly unaffected by the humidity that surrounded them. It didn’t look like it was in need of a wash. Conrad didn’t want to wash it when it looked like that. On the other hand, if he didn’t wash it like Günter wanted, he couldn’t touch it, right?
Conrad reached out a hand and touched the smooth softness. He ran his fingers through it; he, who rarely touched any soft things, and suddenly he was afraid that his hands were too rough, too big and heavy.
“So you don’t want to wash it?”
Günter took one step forward in the water and Conrad’s hand fell down. Ah, the regret!
“Surely you don’t refuse me, Conrad?” Günter said, his voice suddenly low and husky. “Come on now; be a good boy…”
Günter began to turn around; his hair swirled and the water lapped softly around his body.
Conrad gasped for air when Günter faced him; the state his body was in clearly explained the meaning of his words and the surprise nearly caused Conrad to faint.
Is it possible to faint in a dream? The intensity of that short moment made sure Conrad woke up, and for a moment he didn’t even realize that he had been dreaming.
Does Günter want me?! Whoa…
Then the shocking fact that he was neither as shocked nor as displeased as he should have been cleared his brain enough to make him realize two things: It had been nothing but a dream, Günter was far away from Conrad’s room… and Conrad was undeniably aroused.
It was just a dream, he tried to reason with himself, I wouldn’t react like this in real life!
Honestly, he would not? If Günter talked to him like that? Not that Günter ever would! The dream, short as it was, had felt so real, and suddenly, Conrad wondered what it would have been like if he hadn’t been shocked awake; would it have felt just as real if he had touched Günter’s skin?
Thinking like that didn’t exactly put a damper on his arousal.
Conrad grabbed a pillow and wailed into it.
“Oh no, I don’t like Günter like that! That’s not at all what it is like!”
His body strongly disagreed with his words of reason. The dream had invaded his body; it had even invaded his brain.
No, Conrad would not, could not, refuse this Günter of his dream.
The memory of the hot place his imagination had visited pushed reason out of his head and filled him with nothing but the vision of Günter naked, Günter’s beautiful hair, Günter’s pale skin, the two of them naked together in a steamy bath, Günter wanting him there…
Conrad moaned, although he didn’t know anymore whether he did it out of agony and shame or out of pleasure. The dream had excited him so much that there was no escape, and it didn’t take him long to release the tension and come with a loud cry.
Still panting in his bed, Conrad knew that he had crossed a line, and he wondered if he could ever look Günter in the eyes again.
He also wondered - he couldn’t help it - if there had possibly been a grain of truth somewhere in the dream?
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Rating|Genre: pg-13 | slash
Characters|Pairing: Conrad Weller | Conrad/Günter
Summary: Günter has an unusual suggestion in the bath... Only, was that what really happened? Conrad is more than confused...
Word count: 666
Spoilers|Warnings: No. | Not much of a plot...
Notes: The thing is... that Conrad has a thing for Günter's hair! :) Headcanon. *nods firmly*
Conrad was in the bath with Yuuri, Wolfram and Günter. The two younger ones were still standing on the side, covered in towels, while nothing but water covered the two men in the bath.
Günter had his back turned to Conrad.
Wolfram said:
“Yuuri, let me wash your back for you!”
“No!” Yuuri cried the way he always did when Wolfram threatened to become too touchy-feely. “Absolutely not!”
“You’re right, Your Majesty”, Günter agreed. “This is no place for kids. Shoo, Wolfram, shoo, Your Majesty, shoo!”
As if this was normal Günter-behavior, the two boys hurried away through the humid air and disappeared somewhere where Conrad couldn’t see them.
“Do you want to wash my hair again?” Günter asked.
Günter’s hair was glossy and perfect, seemingly unaffected by the humidity that surrounded them. It didn’t look like it was in need of a wash. Conrad didn’t want to wash it when it looked like that. On the other hand, if he didn’t wash it like Günter wanted, he couldn’t touch it, right?
Conrad reached out a hand and touched the smooth softness. He ran his fingers through it; he, who rarely touched any soft things, and suddenly he was afraid that his hands were too rough, too big and heavy.
“So you don’t want to wash it?”
Günter took one step forward in the water and Conrad’s hand fell down. Ah, the regret!
“Surely you don’t refuse me, Conrad?” Günter said, his voice suddenly low and husky. “Come on now; be a good boy…”
Günter began to turn around; his hair swirled and the water lapped softly around his body.
Conrad gasped for air when Günter faced him; the state his body was in clearly explained the meaning of his words and the surprise nearly caused Conrad to faint.
Is it possible to faint in a dream? The intensity of that short moment made sure Conrad woke up, and for a moment he didn’t even realize that he had been dreaming.
Does Günter want me?! Whoa…
Then the shocking fact that he was neither as shocked nor as displeased as he should have been cleared his brain enough to make him realize two things: It had been nothing but a dream, Günter was far away from Conrad’s room… and Conrad was undeniably aroused.
It was just a dream, he tried to reason with himself, I wouldn’t react like this in real life!
Honestly, he would not? If Günter talked to him like that? Not that Günter ever would! The dream, short as it was, had felt so real, and suddenly, Conrad wondered what it would have been like if he hadn’t been shocked awake; would it have felt just as real if he had touched Günter’s skin?
Thinking like that didn’t exactly put a damper on his arousal.
Conrad grabbed a pillow and wailed into it.
“Oh no, I don’t like Günter like that! That’s not at all what it is like!”
His body strongly disagreed with his words of reason. The dream had invaded his body; it had even invaded his brain.
No, Conrad would not, could not, refuse this Günter of his dream.
The memory of the hot place his imagination had visited pushed reason out of his head and filled him with nothing but the vision of Günter naked, Günter’s beautiful hair, Günter’s pale skin, the two of them naked together in a steamy bath, Günter wanting him there…
Conrad moaned, although he didn’t know anymore whether he did it out of agony and shame or out of pleasure. The dream had excited him so much that there was no escape, and it didn’t take him long to release the tension and come with a loud cry.
Still panting in his bed, Conrad knew that he had crossed a line, and he wondered if he could ever look Günter in the eyes again.
He also wondered - he couldn’t help it - if there had possibly been a grain of truth somewhere in the dream?