[Kyou Kara Maou] Yuuri/Wolfram - Sexual Arousal #1: Desire
Katsubou no Yume by Starsinger
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, don’t get (or got) any money, so please don’t sue.
Pairing: Yuuri/Wolfram (KKM)
Theme: Stages of Sexual Arousal #1: Desire
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Yaoi. Sex. Dreams. Also, I've only seen up to about episode 23, so possible spoilers up to there, and anything after may be completely AU.
Archived: On my writing livejournal and at stagesoflove. Let me know if you want it.
Author's Notes: Much, much thanks goes to all my betas, including elsie21 and celinafairy, who were the first to take it on; and darthanne and niknakgirl for helping me clean up the last bits.
Story © Starsinger; Characters © Kyou Kara Maou and its owners. Written for the Five Stages of Sexual Desire theme set for stagesoflove. Title in English: Dreams of Desire (more or less).
Yuuri woke up from the dream panting and flushed, hand wrapped around his fully-erect cock. When he realized what he was doing, he yanked his hand away abruptly, then had to stifle a groan at the swift caress. He darted a quick, guilty glance at the boy still sleeping beside him.
Bad idea. Wolfram's blond hair was tousled, as if someone had been running his hands through it. Yuuri gripped his pajama bottoms tightly. Although his accidental fiancé was a very restless sleeper, he would probably notice it if Yuuri started running his fingers through his hair to see if it was as silky as it had been in the dream when he'd held Wolfram's head down and …
He refused to finish the thought. He was straight, and whatever he had just been dreaming about, it hadn't been the boy beside him. He was straight.
Unfortunately, wrenching his eyes away from Wolfram's oh-so-strokable blond hair …
Oh God, don't think about stroking
… only turned his attention to the pale shoulder that had escaped the pink, frilly nightgown his fiancé insisted on wearing to bed. Would Wolfram be as sensitive there, at the crook of his neck and shoulder, as ...? No, that was another thought he shouldn't finish. He turned his attention to his feet. Nothing sexy about feet. Except that Wolfram's toes were brushing against Yuuri's leg, leading his attention up to the blond's muscular calf and higher. Wolfram must have been more restless than usual tonight, Yuuri thought distractedly, because he'd managed to hike his nightgown up almost to the point where Yuuri could see the curve of his ass. If he just reached out and pushed the nightgown up a little further, he'd be able to …
Yuuri snatched his hand back with a stifled groan and fisted it in his pajamas again. Even through the light flannel, he could feel his nails digging into his palms, leaving marks. He closed his eyes, struggling to get a hold over both his mind and his body.
Except that fisting his hands drew his pajamas more tightly across his cock, and closing his eyes brought back the images of the dream, of thrusting into that hot, wet heat over and over and over.
It wasn't until he heard himself groan that Yuuri realized he was making small thrusting motions with his hips, the slightly rough material of his pajamas teasing his trapped cock. He snapped his eyes open and released his fists, whipping his head sideways to see if he'd been caught. Wolfram's eyes were still closed, however, his cheeks flushed with sleep and his moist red lips slightly parted, as if inviting …
With a sound that was somewhere between a yelp and a moan, Yuuri fled the bedroom. He was into girls, damnit! Not irritating, possessive, violent, sexy, erotic … Yuuri swore. No matter how fast he ran, he couldn't escape the dream-image of Wolfram, eyes hot and inviting, legs and lips parted welcomingly.
Back in the room Yuuri had so hastily vacated, Wolfram stirred then opened his eyes. "Yuuri?" There was no answer, and he frowned, pushing himself up on one elbow. "Yuuri!" Where was the wimp?
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, don’t get (or got) any money, so please don’t sue.
Pairing: Yuuri/Wolfram (KKM)
Theme: Stages of Sexual Arousal #1: Desire
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Yaoi. Sex. Dreams. Also, I've only seen up to about episode 23, so possible spoilers up to there, and anything after may be completely AU.
Archived: On my writing livejournal and at stagesoflove. Let me know if you want it.
Author's Notes: Much, much thanks goes to all my betas, including elsie21 and celinafairy, who were the first to take it on; and darthanne and niknakgirl for helping me clean up the last bits.
Story © Starsinger; Characters © Kyou Kara Maou and its owners. Written for the Five Stages of Sexual Desire theme set for stagesoflove. Title in English: Dreams of Desire (more or less).
Yuuri woke up from the dream panting and flushed, hand wrapped around his fully-erect cock. When he realized what he was doing, he yanked his hand away abruptly, then had to stifle a groan at the swift caress. He darted a quick, guilty glance at the boy still sleeping beside him.
Bad idea. Wolfram's blond hair was tousled, as if someone had been running his hands through it. Yuuri gripped his pajama bottoms tightly. Although his accidental fiancé was a very restless sleeper, he would probably notice it if Yuuri started running his fingers through his hair to see if it was as silky as it had been in the dream when he'd held Wolfram's head down and …
He refused to finish the thought. He was straight, and whatever he had just been dreaming about, it hadn't been the boy beside him. He was straight.
Unfortunately, wrenching his eyes away from Wolfram's oh-so-strokable blond hair …
Oh God, don't think about stroking
… only turned his attention to the pale shoulder that had escaped the pink, frilly nightgown his fiancé insisted on wearing to bed. Would Wolfram be as sensitive there, at the crook of his neck and shoulder, as ...? No, that was another thought he shouldn't finish. He turned his attention to his feet. Nothing sexy about feet. Except that Wolfram's toes were brushing against Yuuri's leg, leading his attention up to the blond's muscular calf and higher. Wolfram must have been more restless than usual tonight, Yuuri thought distractedly, because he'd managed to hike his nightgown up almost to the point where Yuuri could see the curve of his ass. If he just reached out and pushed the nightgown up a little further, he'd be able to …
Yuuri snatched his hand back with a stifled groan and fisted it in his pajamas again. Even through the light flannel, he could feel his nails digging into his palms, leaving marks. He closed his eyes, struggling to get a hold over both his mind and his body.
Except that fisting his hands drew his pajamas more tightly across his cock, and closing his eyes brought back the images of the dream, of thrusting into that hot, wet heat over and over and over.
It wasn't until he heard himself groan that Yuuri realized he was making small thrusting motions with his hips, the slightly rough material of his pajamas teasing his trapped cock. He snapped his eyes open and released his fists, whipping his head sideways to see if he'd been caught. Wolfram's eyes were still closed, however, his cheeks flushed with sleep and his moist red lips slightly parted, as if inviting …
With a sound that was somewhere between a yelp and a moan, Yuuri fled the bedroom. He was into girls, damnit! Not irritating, possessive, violent, sexy, erotic … Yuuri swore. No matter how fast he ran, he couldn't escape the dream-image of Wolfram, eyes hot and inviting, legs and lips parted welcomingly.
Back in the room Yuuri had so hastily vacated, Wolfram stirred then opened his eyes. "Yuuri?" There was no answer, and he frowned, pushing himself up on one elbow. "Yuuri!" Where was the wimp?