FIC: TAATS Chapter 12: Resolution
Title: The Admirer and the Sage (Chapter 12: Resolution)
Author: Batty_Gal a.k.a Tetra26
Rating: M/NC-17
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Pairing: Wolfram x Murata
Word Count: 2946
Fic Type: Ongoing
Summary: Things are finally resolved between Wolfram and Murata.
Prior chapters: 1 ~ 2 ~ 3 ~ 4 ~ 5 ~ 6 ~ 7 ~ 8 ~ 9 ~ 10 ~ 11
The Admirer and the Sage
by Tetra26 a.k.a Batty Gal
Chapter 12: Resolution
A/N: Decided not to sanitize. Fic is now M rated.
“Man, I thought once I got used to this it would be easier!” Yuuri said as he stepped out of the fountain.
“Yes, it's one of the worst things about this sort of travel,” Murata responded as he followed Yuuri out.
“Try not to fall, clumsy,” Yuuri said.
“Shut up.”
The two men stood, drying themselves off the best they could with the towels given to them by a shrine maiden. They lightly poked fun at each other while doing so, falling into a routine that had become like second nature between them.
“Welcome back, you two,” a voice from behind them sounded out.
Murata didn't miss Yuuri's pointed look directed his way.
“Hello, Wolfram,” they chimed together, not bothering to turn around.
Wolfram raised his eyebrow at the two, but didn't say anything. He walked over and stood beside Murata. “I haven't seen you in awhile,” he said, his voice neutral.
“Ah yes, I was extremely busy. I'm freed up though - for now,” Murata said.
The two continued to glance at each other out of the corner of their eyes.
“Wolfram...”
“Murata...”
Both men started to speak at the same time. They looked at each other, and laughed.
“You go first,” Murata said.
“No, you,” Wolfram replied.
Neither of them spoke any further, and continued to give each other a sideways glance.
They both heard a chuckle from behind them.
“Have a nice trip,” they heard Yuuri say, and before they could respond they were pushed forward into the fountain.
Wolfram, stunned by the sudden push, sputtered as he appeared in Murata's bathroom.
“Are you alright?” Murata asked as he patted a coughing Wolfram on the back.
“What was that about?” Wolfram coughed out. He hadn't expected to go to Earth, and wondered why Yuuri sent him there.
“Ah... nothing! I guess it's Shibuya's idea of a joke,” Murata said. He didn't want Wolfram to know that he had planned for Yuuri to do that.
Wolfram looked at him suspiciously, and wasn't convinced in the slightest by Murata's chipper grin.
“He'll probably be back soon to send us back,” Murata said. He knew that wasn't quite true, but he said it to lower Wolfram's suspicions.
Wolfram realized that Murata was hiding something, but decided to go along with it. “All right, if you say so.”
Murata stepped out of the tub, and grabbed Wolfram's hand to help him out. “I'll get you a towel and some clothes."
Murata - who had left Wolfram behind at his house - slowly walked towards the market. He wanted to purchase a few items to make dinner for Wolfram and himself.
He also planned to tell Wolfram how he felt about him afterwards.
Or, at least, try to tell the other man how he felt.
After Yuuri's night of encouraging words, and a couple of months of deliberation, he knew he was ready to say something. He still didn't know how he was going to broach the subject though - and mentally considered the many ways he could do so.
He only hoped that he got the response that he wanted most.
While Murata was out visiting the market, a dry and changed Wolfram was sitting in Murata's living room, alone.
Wolfram was also mentally preparing to express his feelings after dinner, and was wondering what would be the best way to bring things up.
He got up and started to pace the floor, practicing what he wanted to say out loud.
“Murata, I've been wanting to tell you this for quite some time...” he started, then paused. “No, I don't like how that sounds.”
He paced a few more moments, racking his brain for a good opening to what he had to say.
He tried again. “Murata, please sit down. There's something I have to say...”
He shook his head in frustration. “No, that sounds like I'm going to give him some extremely bad news. I have to be positive,” he said.
He walked over to the window and leaned against it, taking in the people and sounds below.
“Murata, I have feelings for you...” he said, softly. He wondered what the other man would say if he told him that, and imagined all sorts of reactions.
“I could always just... slap him,” he said, and shook his head.
“I've charged headfirst into dangerous situations, put my life on the line time and again, and stood up to some of the most evil people in existence,” he said, softly. “So why is it I can't tell the man I love, that I love him?”
“Why is it so very hard for me to come up with a way to admit it? Why, when I now know he probably feels the same way?” he asked himself, sadly.
He racked his brain for yet more ways to bring up the subject and confess, but couldn't come up with one he liked.
“Aagh!” he grunted in frustration after a few more moments. “Just what is the best way to tell Murata that I'm in love with him?!!” he cried out.
He heard a loud crashing sound behind him, and quickly turned around.
Wolfram was terrified to see Murata standing behind him, his face showing that he had heard Wolfram's declaration of love. The bags he had been carrying had been dropped, their contents spilled out onto the floor. He cursed himself for having been thinking so hard that he hadn't heard the other man come in.
“What did you say?” the Sage asked, shocked.
Wolfram wanted nothing more than to bolt at the moment. “I...” he started. He clammed up, too scared to say anything further.
“Did you mean it?”
Wolfram couldn't speak nor move. He was simply terrified at what he thought might take place.
“Please tell me, did you mean it?” the other man asked, his voice cracking.
Wolfram continued to look at Murata, and was surprised to see that the Sage looked as scared as he felt. He couldn't, however, find the courage to say anything else.
He watched as the Sage moved towards him.
“Wolfram,” he said, his voice almost pleading. “Please, tell me that you meant it.”
Wolfram finally realized then that Murata wanted him to feel that way. Murata wanted him to love him. Murata wanted him!
He wasn't going to reject him or his feelings.
The realization that Murata truly did return his feelings gave him the final push he needed, and he moved towards the man that he had grown so very fond of in the past few years.
“Yes, I meant it,” Wolfram admitted. “I love you.”
For several moments after Wolfram said those words, the two young men stared at each other.
Murata simply couldn't believe that Wolfram had said the very words to him that he had been beating himself up trying to find to say for so long. He watched as the blond moved closer, an uncertain look on his face.
The Sage found himself moving towards Wolfram as well, not sure of what to do. He wanted to tell Wolfram the same, but it felt so unreal that he was afraid he'd wake up at any moment to find it all a dream.
Murata looked at the boy - no - man that stood in front of him. The one who had grown so much, both physically and emotionally, from the childish brat he had first seen and erroneously dismissed him as. He stared into the eyes of the man he had repressed his feelings for, and finally confessed his own feelings.
“I love you too, Wolfram.”
When Murata suddenly pulled him close and kissed him, Wolfram temporarily forgot to breathe. After a few moments, they gently broke off the kiss, still caressing.
“I've wanted to do that for so long,” Murata said, and laid his head on Wolfram's shoulder.
“So have I,” Wolfram said, and wrapped his arms tighter around the other man.
They continued to hold onto each other, getting used to the closeness that they both had desired for so long.
After awhile, Murata took the initiative and started to lightly kiss the Wolfram's neck, which earned him a murmur of appreciation. After a few more minutes, the Sage started to speak.
“Wolfram, let's...”
“Yes. Let's...”
“Let's make...”
“Please, let's make...”
“Let's make dinner.”
“What?!!”
“I said, let's make dinner.”
“Oh.”
“Oh? Why do you sound so disappointed that I want us to make dinner?”
“Because I thought you were going to say you wanted us to make love.”
“Oh.”
“Wait a minute, now you sound disappointed.”
“Because...”
“Because what?”
“Because it was a perfect moment, lost. You, finally in my arms... and I neglected to lead you to my bedroom during your moment of vulnerability after my awesome declaration of love.”
“You do realize that we can still go to your bedroom instead of making dinner, right?”
“Even though the moment is lost?”
“The moment is not lost if I'm still willing to go to your bedroom.”
“Are you sure you're ready for it?”
“I've been ready for quite some time.”
Well... let's do that instead, then.”
Every thing that happened next came naturally, and neither man regretted it.
Neither of them wanted to wait, or take it slow. It had been almost two years since Murata's accident, and over a year of repressing their feelings for one another. As far as both men were concerned, that was long enough of a wait.
The two men made it to the bedroom, and paused their kisses long enough to remove their clothing. Once they were naked, they held each other close, kissing and touching and rubbing together, taking in each and every sensation that they could.
Murata, the more experienced of the two, decided to take the lead. He sat down on the bed, and pulled Wolfram close to him. He looked up into the face of the man that held so much desire for him; so much love for him.
He lightly kissed Wolfram on his navel, which caused the blond to gasp at the sudden contact. He slid his hands up his backside, and pulled him even closer - savoring the delightful scent that was unique only to Wolfram - before taking him into his mouth.
The fire mazoku moaned loudly at the sudden wetness surrounding him, and he did his best not to collapse. As the Sage pleasured him, he started to feel things he had never felt, and made noises that he didn't know were possible for him to make.
He wanted nothing more than to entwine his fingers in Murata's hair, and push himself into that hot moistness as far as he could. However, since he didn't want to do anything that might potentially hurt the other man, he settled for grabbing his own hair and pulling it back as he begged the Sage not to stop.
And he didn't stop. Not until Wolfram shouted and finally did end up collapsing, on his knees, in front of the Sage.
Murata rubbed Wolfram's strong shoulders and back as the blond laid his head on his thigh. After a few moments of catching his breath, the fire demon - who hadn't forgotten the Sage's own state of excitement - looked at the other man.
“I want... Do you want me to do it to you?” he asked, shyly.
“You don't have to if you don't want to, Wolfram - whatever you feel comfortable doing this time is alright with me. Eventually, however, I'll have my way with you completely,” Murata said suggestively, and gave Wolfram a lewd wink.
“Perverted Sage,” Wolfram mumbled, which caused the other man to laugh.
“I'm your perverted Sage, now,” Murata said, and smirked.
He didn't ignore that Wolfram's hands had crept between his thighs, and sighed when the other man started to massage there. He spread his legs a little wider to give the fire demon better access to him.
Finally, Wolfram wrapped one of his hands around his erection, and gave several tentative strokes. Murata's breath hitched in his throat, and he closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip as Wolfram's hand started to speed up.
Murata's eyes shot open when he felt a warm tongue run up the length of his member. He looked down and saw Wolfram had his eyes squeezed shut while doing so.
“Wolfram, like I said, you don't have to...oooh!”
Murata couldn't finish what he said due to Wolfram engulfing him. He gasped, and gritted his teeth while the other man tried to get used to having him in his mouth.
“Watch the teeth,” he groaned, which prompted Wolfram to stop.
“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you.”
“It's okay, just...cover your teeth with your lips and it won't scrape.”
“Alright.”
Wolfram took Murata's advice and continued. After a few moments of trying it that way, he managed to get into a rhythm that pleased the Sage quite a bit. Pretty soon he was gasping and moaning, and felt himself about to go over the edge.
He withdrew himself from the blond's mouth, allowing only his hand to continue its work.
“What's wrong?” Wolfram asked, his stroke slowing.
“Coming. Didn't want to do it in your mouth. Don't stop moving your hand!” he grunted out.
“I would have swallowed like you...”
“Next time you can. Just go faster and harder now!”
Wolfram obliged, and within a minute the Sage cried out and spilled himself all over Wolfram's hand. Wolfram, who had watched the other man's face as he orgasmed, started to snicker.
“What's so funny?” Murata asked, breathlessly.
“Nothing, it's just... the face you made was cute. And funny.”
“I'm glad to have provided comedic relief for you during such an intimate moment,” Murata scoffed, which made Wolfram laugh even harder.
The Sage threw him a towel he had discarded on his bed earlier. “Wipe your hand with that.”
Wolfram, still snickering, took the towel and started to do so. Just as he was finishing, Murata suddenly stood up in front of him and yanked him to his feet.
“What are you...” Wolfram started, but the Sage cut him off with a passionate kiss.
When they broke apart awhile later, both of them were once again aroused.
“Now, let's see what else you're comfortable with doing,” Murata said, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
The two men spent the evening figuring out what the other liked and didn't like.
Murata discovered that Wolfram's neck was his hot spot - and that kissing and biting him there long enough could completely set him off without doing anything else.
Wolfram learned that Murata's spot was behind his knees, and when he kissed and licked him behind one while driving into him, the other man lost it completely.
Wolfram also discovered that Murata's nipples were extremely sensitive, and that the man didn't like for them to be touched too much due to it becoming almost painful to him.
Murata learned that Wolfram couldn't take being fingered as well as orally stimulated at the same time - it was simply too many sensations for the man at once.
Both of them discovered that they couldn't be completely serious during sex.
The first time Murata entered Wolfram, he laughed at how the blond took his mind off the pain by singing - or, rather, screaming - his rendition of the 11th Maou's “Ode to a Kohi”.
Wolfram amused himself by continuing to laugh at Murata's sex faces - especially when the other man was riding him. He laughed even harder when the Sage pouted and threatened to withhold sex after Wolfram imitated them.
Murata poked fun at Wolfram because of the way his entire body would lock up and shake during and for several minutes after he came. His teasing prompted Wolfram to make fun of how Murata couldn't decide on which language to stick with during his own, quite vocal, orgasms.
Then finally, after they were both spent and laughed out, they held onto each other, each thinking about just what it was that had taken place.
“Wolfram, are you still awake,” Murata whispered, ten minutes after they both had declared they couldn't do it anymore.
“Yes,” he responded. “What do you need?”
“I just wanted to know, are you sure it wasn't too soon for us to do this?”
“Certain. Why? Do you have any regrets?”
“No, not really. I was just worried about you.”
Just as Wolfram was about to reassure Murata that he was perfectly fine with everything they'd done, a loud growling sound escaped the other man's body. Seconds afterward, his own body made a similar sound.
“Well, I guess I do have regrets,” the Sage said, sheepishly.
“What?”
“We should have made dinner first, after all.”
“Idiot.”
After the two cleaned themselves up, they made their way to the kitchen, bickering about whether or not “the moment” would have come had they cooked first, instead. Throughout dinner (in which Murata banned Wolfram from having anything to do with the stove due to the fire damage he caused last time he tried to help cook), they discussed and made plans about a future together that they both looked forward to.
It was a night that they would replay for many years to come.
Author's notes: Initially I didn't plan for a sex scene, but it was only natural after having these two run around so much. I did my best to keep the lightheartedness of it, I thought it would fit in better with the rest of the fic. Next chapter: Epilogue
Next Chapter: Epilogue
Author: Batty_Gal a.k.a Tetra26
Rating: M/NC-17
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Pairing: Wolfram x Murata
Word Count: 2946
Fic Type: Ongoing
Summary: Things are finally resolved between Wolfram and Murata.
Prior chapters: 1 ~ 2 ~ 3 ~ 4 ~ 5 ~ 6 ~ 7 ~ 8 ~ 9 ~ 10 ~ 11
The Admirer and the Sage
by Tetra26 a.k.a Batty Gal
Chapter 12: Resolution
A/N: Decided not to sanitize. Fic is now M rated.
“Man, I thought once I got used to this it would be easier!” Yuuri said as he stepped out of the fountain.
“Yes, it's one of the worst things about this sort of travel,” Murata responded as he followed Yuuri out.
“Try not to fall, clumsy,” Yuuri said.
“Shut up.”
The two men stood, drying themselves off the best they could with the towels given to them by a shrine maiden. They lightly poked fun at each other while doing so, falling into a routine that had become like second nature between them.
“Welcome back, you two,” a voice from behind them sounded out.
Murata didn't miss Yuuri's pointed look directed his way.
“Hello, Wolfram,” they chimed together, not bothering to turn around.
Wolfram raised his eyebrow at the two, but didn't say anything. He walked over and stood beside Murata. “I haven't seen you in awhile,” he said, his voice neutral.
“Ah yes, I was extremely busy. I'm freed up though - for now,” Murata said.
The two continued to glance at each other out of the corner of their eyes.
“Wolfram...”
“Murata...”
Both men started to speak at the same time. They looked at each other, and laughed.
“You go first,” Murata said.
“No, you,” Wolfram replied.
Neither of them spoke any further, and continued to give each other a sideways glance.
They both heard a chuckle from behind them.
“Have a nice trip,” they heard Yuuri say, and before they could respond they were pushed forward into the fountain.
Wolfram, stunned by the sudden push, sputtered as he appeared in Murata's bathroom.
“Are you alright?” Murata asked as he patted a coughing Wolfram on the back.
“What was that about?” Wolfram coughed out. He hadn't expected to go to Earth, and wondered why Yuuri sent him there.
“Ah... nothing! I guess it's Shibuya's idea of a joke,” Murata said. He didn't want Wolfram to know that he had planned for Yuuri to do that.
Wolfram looked at him suspiciously, and wasn't convinced in the slightest by Murata's chipper grin.
“He'll probably be back soon to send us back,” Murata said. He knew that wasn't quite true, but he said it to lower Wolfram's suspicions.
Wolfram realized that Murata was hiding something, but decided to go along with it. “All right, if you say so.”
Murata stepped out of the tub, and grabbed Wolfram's hand to help him out. “I'll get you a towel and some clothes."
Murata - who had left Wolfram behind at his house - slowly walked towards the market. He wanted to purchase a few items to make dinner for Wolfram and himself.
He also planned to tell Wolfram how he felt about him afterwards.
Or, at least, try to tell the other man how he felt.
After Yuuri's night of encouraging words, and a couple of months of deliberation, he knew he was ready to say something. He still didn't know how he was going to broach the subject though - and mentally considered the many ways he could do so.
He only hoped that he got the response that he wanted most.
While Murata was out visiting the market, a dry and changed Wolfram was sitting in Murata's living room, alone.
Wolfram was also mentally preparing to express his feelings after dinner, and was wondering what would be the best way to bring things up.
He got up and started to pace the floor, practicing what he wanted to say out loud.
“Murata, I've been wanting to tell you this for quite some time...” he started, then paused. “No, I don't like how that sounds.”
He paced a few more moments, racking his brain for a good opening to what he had to say.
He tried again. “Murata, please sit down. There's something I have to say...”
He shook his head in frustration. “No, that sounds like I'm going to give him some extremely bad news. I have to be positive,” he said.
He walked over to the window and leaned against it, taking in the people and sounds below.
“Murata, I have feelings for you...” he said, softly. He wondered what the other man would say if he told him that, and imagined all sorts of reactions.
“I could always just... slap him,” he said, and shook his head.
“I've charged headfirst into dangerous situations, put my life on the line time and again, and stood up to some of the most evil people in existence,” he said, softly. “So why is it I can't tell the man I love, that I love him?”
“Why is it so very hard for me to come up with a way to admit it? Why, when I now know he probably feels the same way?” he asked himself, sadly.
He racked his brain for yet more ways to bring up the subject and confess, but couldn't come up with one he liked.
“Aagh!” he grunted in frustration after a few more moments. “Just what is the best way to tell Murata that I'm in love with him?!!” he cried out.
He heard a loud crashing sound behind him, and quickly turned around.
Wolfram was terrified to see Murata standing behind him, his face showing that he had heard Wolfram's declaration of love. The bags he had been carrying had been dropped, their contents spilled out onto the floor. He cursed himself for having been thinking so hard that he hadn't heard the other man come in.
“What did you say?” the Sage asked, shocked.
Wolfram wanted nothing more than to bolt at the moment. “I...” he started. He clammed up, too scared to say anything further.
“Did you mean it?”
Wolfram couldn't speak nor move. He was simply terrified at what he thought might take place.
“Please tell me, did you mean it?” the other man asked, his voice cracking.
Wolfram continued to look at Murata, and was surprised to see that the Sage looked as scared as he felt. He couldn't, however, find the courage to say anything else.
He watched as the Sage moved towards him.
“Wolfram,” he said, his voice almost pleading. “Please, tell me that you meant it.”
Wolfram finally realized then that Murata wanted him to feel that way. Murata wanted him to love him. Murata wanted him!
He wasn't going to reject him or his feelings.
The realization that Murata truly did return his feelings gave him the final push he needed, and he moved towards the man that he had grown so very fond of in the past few years.
“Yes, I meant it,” Wolfram admitted. “I love you.”
For several moments after Wolfram said those words, the two young men stared at each other.
Murata simply couldn't believe that Wolfram had said the very words to him that he had been beating himself up trying to find to say for so long. He watched as the blond moved closer, an uncertain look on his face.
The Sage found himself moving towards Wolfram as well, not sure of what to do. He wanted to tell Wolfram the same, but it felt so unreal that he was afraid he'd wake up at any moment to find it all a dream.
Murata looked at the boy - no - man that stood in front of him. The one who had grown so much, both physically and emotionally, from the childish brat he had first seen and erroneously dismissed him as. He stared into the eyes of the man he had repressed his feelings for, and finally confessed his own feelings.
“I love you too, Wolfram.”
When Murata suddenly pulled him close and kissed him, Wolfram temporarily forgot to breathe. After a few moments, they gently broke off the kiss, still caressing.
“I've wanted to do that for so long,” Murata said, and laid his head on Wolfram's shoulder.
“So have I,” Wolfram said, and wrapped his arms tighter around the other man.
They continued to hold onto each other, getting used to the closeness that they both had desired for so long.
After awhile, Murata took the initiative and started to lightly kiss the Wolfram's neck, which earned him a murmur of appreciation. After a few more minutes, the Sage started to speak.
“Wolfram, let's...”
“Yes. Let's...”
“Let's make...”
“Please, let's make...”
“Let's make dinner.”
“What?!!”
“I said, let's make dinner.”
“Oh.”
“Oh? Why do you sound so disappointed that I want us to make dinner?”
“Because I thought you were going to say you wanted us to make love.”
“Oh.”
“Wait a minute, now you sound disappointed.”
“Because...”
“Because what?”
“Because it was a perfect moment, lost. You, finally in my arms... and I neglected to lead you to my bedroom during your moment of vulnerability after my awesome declaration of love.”
“You do realize that we can still go to your bedroom instead of making dinner, right?”
“Even though the moment is lost?”
“The moment is not lost if I'm still willing to go to your bedroom.”
“Are you sure you're ready for it?”
“I've been ready for quite some time.”
Well... let's do that instead, then.”
Every thing that happened next came naturally, and neither man regretted it.
Neither of them wanted to wait, or take it slow. It had been almost two years since Murata's accident, and over a year of repressing their feelings for one another. As far as both men were concerned, that was long enough of a wait.
The two men made it to the bedroom, and paused their kisses long enough to remove their clothing. Once they were naked, they held each other close, kissing and touching and rubbing together, taking in each and every sensation that they could.
Murata, the more experienced of the two, decided to take the lead. He sat down on the bed, and pulled Wolfram close to him. He looked up into the face of the man that held so much desire for him; so much love for him.
He lightly kissed Wolfram on his navel, which caused the blond to gasp at the sudden contact. He slid his hands up his backside, and pulled him even closer - savoring the delightful scent that was unique only to Wolfram - before taking him into his mouth.
The fire mazoku moaned loudly at the sudden wetness surrounding him, and he did his best not to collapse. As the Sage pleasured him, he started to feel things he had never felt, and made noises that he didn't know were possible for him to make.
He wanted nothing more than to entwine his fingers in Murata's hair, and push himself into that hot moistness as far as he could. However, since he didn't want to do anything that might potentially hurt the other man, he settled for grabbing his own hair and pulling it back as he begged the Sage not to stop.
And he didn't stop. Not until Wolfram shouted and finally did end up collapsing, on his knees, in front of the Sage.
Murata rubbed Wolfram's strong shoulders and back as the blond laid his head on his thigh. After a few moments of catching his breath, the fire demon - who hadn't forgotten the Sage's own state of excitement - looked at the other man.
“I want... Do you want me to do it to you?” he asked, shyly.
“You don't have to if you don't want to, Wolfram - whatever you feel comfortable doing this time is alright with me. Eventually, however, I'll have my way with you completely,” Murata said suggestively, and gave Wolfram a lewd wink.
“Perverted Sage,” Wolfram mumbled, which caused the other man to laugh.
“I'm your perverted Sage, now,” Murata said, and smirked.
He didn't ignore that Wolfram's hands had crept between his thighs, and sighed when the other man started to massage there. He spread his legs a little wider to give the fire demon better access to him.
Finally, Wolfram wrapped one of his hands around his erection, and gave several tentative strokes. Murata's breath hitched in his throat, and he closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip as Wolfram's hand started to speed up.
Murata's eyes shot open when he felt a warm tongue run up the length of his member. He looked down and saw Wolfram had his eyes squeezed shut while doing so.
“Wolfram, like I said, you don't have to...oooh!”
Murata couldn't finish what he said due to Wolfram engulfing him. He gasped, and gritted his teeth while the other man tried to get used to having him in his mouth.
“Watch the teeth,” he groaned, which prompted Wolfram to stop.
“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you.”
“It's okay, just...cover your teeth with your lips and it won't scrape.”
“Alright.”
Wolfram took Murata's advice and continued. After a few moments of trying it that way, he managed to get into a rhythm that pleased the Sage quite a bit. Pretty soon he was gasping and moaning, and felt himself about to go over the edge.
He withdrew himself from the blond's mouth, allowing only his hand to continue its work.
“What's wrong?” Wolfram asked, his stroke slowing.
“Coming. Didn't want to do it in your mouth. Don't stop moving your hand!” he grunted out.
“I would have swallowed like you...”
“Next time you can. Just go faster and harder now!”
Wolfram obliged, and within a minute the Sage cried out and spilled himself all over Wolfram's hand. Wolfram, who had watched the other man's face as he orgasmed, started to snicker.
“What's so funny?” Murata asked, breathlessly.
“Nothing, it's just... the face you made was cute. And funny.”
“I'm glad to have provided comedic relief for you during such an intimate moment,” Murata scoffed, which made Wolfram laugh even harder.
The Sage threw him a towel he had discarded on his bed earlier. “Wipe your hand with that.”
Wolfram, still snickering, took the towel and started to do so. Just as he was finishing, Murata suddenly stood up in front of him and yanked him to his feet.
“What are you...” Wolfram started, but the Sage cut him off with a passionate kiss.
When they broke apart awhile later, both of them were once again aroused.
“Now, let's see what else you're comfortable with doing,” Murata said, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
The two men spent the evening figuring out what the other liked and didn't like.
Murata discovered that Wolfram's neck was his hot spot - and that kissing and biting him there long enough could completely set him off without doing anything else.
Wolfram learned that Murata's spot was behind his knees, and when he kissed and licked him behind one while driving into him, the other man lost it completely.
Wolfram also discovered that Murata's nipples were extremely sensitive, and that the man didn't like for them to be touched too much due to it becoming almost painful to him.
Murata learned that Wolfram couldn't take being fingered as well as orally stimulated at the same time - it was simply too many sensations for the man at once.
Both of them discovered that they couldn't be completely serious during sex.
The first time Murata entered Wolfram, he laughed at how the blond took his mind off the pain by singing - or, rather, screaming - his rendition of the 11th Maou's “Ode to a Kohi”.
Wolfram amused himself by continuing to laugh at Murata's sex faces - especially when the other man was riding him. He laughed even harder when the Sage pouted and threatened to withhold sex after Wolfram imitated them.
Murata poked fun at Wolfram because of the way his entire body would lock up and shake during and for several minutes after he came. His teasing prompted Wolfram to make fun of how Murata couldn't decide on which language to stick with during his own, quite vocal, orgasms.
Then finally, after they were both spent and laughed out, they held onto each other, each thinking about just what it was that had taken place.
“Wolfram, are you still awake,” Murata whispered, ten minutes after they both had declared they couldn't do it anymore.
“Yes,” he responded. “What do you need?”
“I just wanted to know, are you sure it wasn't too soon for us to do this?”
“Certain. Why? Do you have any regrets?”
“No, not really. I was just worried about you.”
Just as Wolfram was about to reassure Murata that he was perfectly fine with everything they'd done, a loud growling sound escaped the other man's body. Seconds afterward, his own body made a similar sound.
“Well, I guess I do have regrets,” the Sage said, sheepishly.
“What?”
“We should have made dinner first, after all.”
“Idiot.”
After the two cleaned themselves up, they made their way to the kitchen, bickering about whether or not “the moment” would have come had they cooked first, instead. Throughout dinner (in which Murata banned Wolfram from having anything to do with the stove due to the fire damage he caused last time he tried to help cook), they discussed and made plans about a future together that they both looked forward to.
It was a night that they would replay for many years to come.
Author's notes: Initially I didn't plan for a sex scene, but it was only natural after having these two run around so much. I did my best to keep the lightheartedness of it, I thought it would fit in better with the rest of the fic. Next chapter: Epilogue
Next Chapter: Epilogue