Fic - A basket of strawberries
Title: a basket of strawberries
Author: glitteringloke
Pairing: Gwendal/Gunter ("Gwenter")
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I DOES NOT OWN KKM. tho sometimes i wish i did.
Notes: early xmas present for maryohki, who kindly let me share it with you all ^_^ It's what happens when the maid's imaginations get the better of themselves... or is it? Spoilers through episode 7.
The head maids of almost every noble castle had their own speculations on events. Quite often, they were way off base. For instance, they found it quite peculiar when Gunter had come to them asking for strawberries - a lot of them. They also thought it was bizarre the day before when he had asked for a large pot and quite a lot of unusual ingredients, but seeing as this time it was just strawberries, it was likely to not have the same horrific outcome as the prior day. The strawberries, they assumed, for it is what maids do, were a romantic gesture.
Watching from around various corners, the two maids followed Gunter as he made his way towards Gwendal's office with a basket packed to the brim with fresh strawberries. Noticing his hesitation before knocking and immediately entering, the girls looked at each other, knowing that they shared the same thoughts. Giggling and going back to the privacy of the kitchen, they disclosed their fantasy of what was unfolding behind those large, heavy doors.
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"Strawberries?" Gwendal looked at the basket that was placed on his desk with a curious look on his face.
"Yes, Gwendal. I thought that we could enjoy them together. Do you not like them?" Gunter's small smile slipped into a disappointed pout.
"I've nothing against strawberries. Have you some other purpose for being here?" Gwendal often had a difficult time showing his emotions and tended to be short about things. He noticed the slight pout and did his best to dismiss it.
"I wanted to apologize for yesterday. I had no intentions of creating such a ruckus. However, I thought it might be best to further explore what had transpired from -" Gunter paused. The odor that his concoction had emitted made most people in the castle act a little unusual. The two mazoku were no exception, and while some kisses and a few casual touches had been exchanged, nothing more had come of it but a bit of intrigue - at least on Gunter's end.
Gwendal, on the other hand, didn't remembered much. He knew he awoke with a headache, but that had faded throughout the morning. As Gunter's words began to gently remind him, he couldn't help remember the softness of the other man's lips. The intensity of his furrowed brow easing, Gwendal slowly stood from his seat. Knowing Gunter, he probably meant to discuss things, but the way he worded it was vague enough for him to experience those soft lips again. Picking up where Gunter left off, Gwendal took the initiative. "- last night? It would be best to do so, wouldn't it?"
Gwendal reached across his desk, placing a hand on Gunter's cheek, guiding their faces together. Their lips met gently, and Gwendal used his other hand to pluck a strawberry from the basket. Gunter's eyes opened partially, his face flush with embarrassment and nervousness. He watched as Gwendal moved around his desk and found himself in the eldest brother's strong arms. He wasn't sure he should say anything or what it was he even would say. Regardless, it was relatively unimportant as Gwendal brought a strawberry to his lips and traced it along his bottom lip.
"You suggested we enjoy these together, Gunter. Let me show you how to best enjoy them." Gwendal pulled the strawberry away from Gunter's lips and placed it into his own mouth, biting down slowly and savoring the sweetness of the fruit. His hands unfastened and removed Gunter's cloak, which fluttered softly to the floor. While he could see Gunter trembling slightly, he continued removing layers of his clothing until he was bare-chested.
Nervousness was only one of the emotions Gunter was feeling. He'd had a long working relationship with Gwendal and while they've had a few flirtations along the way, this was much more intense. His tongue lightly touched the strawberry as it was passed along his lip. Even the slight taste divulged its sweetness and before he could make a move to have it, he found himself being stripped down while Gwendal enjoyed the fruit. Gunter was aware of what was transpiring, but it was already out of his control. Almost as if his body moved on its own, he deftly unfastened the buttons on Gwendal's coat, until they were equals regarding clothing. Swallowing his nervousness, his long fingers met with Gwendal's hard muscles as he let them feel the contours of his well-built frame.
There were virtually no more words between them, but actions spoke louder than words. Gwendal, taking another strawberry, bit off the end to allow for the juice to trail wherever he moved it. Again, he started at Gunter's lips, but moved over his chin and down his neck, following the trail with his own lips. Gunter could taste the sweetness of the fruit from Gwendal's mouth but was left wanting more as he felt the other's lips and tongue move down his neck and onto his chest. Moaning lightly, Gunter's hands entwined themselves into Gwendal's hair, dislodging the tie that held it neatly back.
Lowering Gunter to the floor, Gwendal removed the other man's boots as well as his own. Advancing on his knees, his presence eased Gunter onto his back until he was hovering over him. The strawberries were no longer in play; Gwendal had enough sweetness before him. His dark hair fell beside his face, resting on Gunter's body as he continued to nibble at the soft skin at the pale mazoku's collar. Gunter's eyes closed and his moans and breathing intensified the more Gwendal nibbled and sucked on his body. Spending a little time on each nipple, Gwendal's lips moved down the center of Gunter's torso. Reaching his navel, his tongue teased it slightly before he pulled back and looked at the embarrassed man below him. Content with his actions, he gently removed Gunter's trousers, leaving him in only his easily-removed undergarments.
Gunter could feel his pants being removed and felt himself become embarrassed, nervous, and more excited. He'd imagined intimacy with Gwendal before but it wasn't anything as exhilarating as this. But there he lay, virtually bare (because, in all honesty, those undergarments didn't do much of anything in that state) and exposed. He wanted to touch Gwendal - to know if he was feeling as he was - but Gwendal's movements were too fluid, timed too properly for him to even attempt such a thing. It was the warmth through the fabric that made him forget about all of that.
Gwendal licked and teased at Gunter through the thin, light grey fabric, which was becoming more transparent from a combination of his saliva and from Gunter's excitement. Gwendal knew he wasn't going to be able to wait much longer. He needed to have him. Gunter's moans and whimpers echoed in his ears, but he found it even more arousing when he slipped his fingers into the mouth that produced them. If the slender man was doing that to his just fingers, then what if - yes, that was precisely what Gwendal needed. Pulling himself away from Gunter completely to a disappointed whine, Gwendal grunted slightly with a smirk. "Just a minute."
It wasn't even close to a minute before Gwendal's pants were with Gunter's and the fairer man watched the strings of Gwendal's undergarments being unfastened, revealing what he had once pondered over. Gunter knew without words what Gwendal wanted and what he needed to do. Kneeling, knees spread for comfort and balance, Gwendal hadn't even had to say a word before he saw nothing but the cascade of an ashen grey at his hips. The feeling was much more than he expected. Gunter was skilled, but he wasn't about to ask the whys and hows, he just simply leaned back on his one hand and moved Gunter's hair to watch him, noting that if he tugged slightly, he could pull more moans out of him.
Until now, Gwendal had been quite confident in his actions, but as he watched the pink face moving up and down, he began to feel a bit of embarrassment of his own. But a little embarrassment wasn't about to keep him from enjoying it all. Pulling Gunter off of him, his own breathing becoming rapid, he knew he couldn't wait much longer to satisfy himself. Sitting high on his knees, he bid Gunter to turn. Lowering his position, he kissed the soft skin of Gunter's backside while he removed that final article of clothing. While he wanted to quickly ravage the man, he held back to make sure he was amply prepared to handle him. Licking his entrance, he gently probed the inside with his tongue, encouraging him to relax. Sloppily licking his own fingers, he carefully worked one finger in and out until Gunter accepted it with more ease before sliding in another.
"P-please, Gwendal... Be... be gentle..." Gwendal always put up a rough front and gave off the impression that 'gentle' was nowhere in his vocabulary. As Gunter was quickly learning, Gwendal was quite gentle and his own words were almost like a formality. Gwendal had long been ready for this moment, and with Gunter's words, sounds, and pleading expression, he knew he didn't have to wait any longer. Slowly, he aligned himself and pushed forward, letting Gunter's muscles pull him inside. He allowed for them both to get accustomed to the feeling before beginning any movement - and even that was slow.
Gunter hung his head and let Gwendal take complete control of him. Gwendal's arms wrapped around his body, allowing him to feel the warmth he emitted. While he was enthralled with the motions and the sensations, he found himself greatly caught up in the moment. It came as a slight surprise to Gwendal when he heard Gunter ask for him to move faster, but it he was more than willing to oblige. Straightening his back, he moved his hands to Gunter's hips and held them steady as he increased his pace. The more he heard Gunter's cries, the faster he began to move. Gunter was delicate but not all delicate things crumble.
Gunter's body was angled so that his weight rested mostly on one elbow and forearm and his head was virtually resting on his hand. His other arm, without much thought, drifted to his own aching need. He did his best to keep pace with Gwendal's movements, but they were quickly pushing him to the brink. He attempted to bring his own pace down, but it was too late, and a sharp cry signaled his end as a small puddle formed beneath him on the floor.
Gwendal felt Gunter's muscles contract around him and groaned at the increased tightness. Leaning forward again, his thrusts were a little slower, but much more forceful. Wrapping his arms around Gunter's midsection, he gave a few final hard thrusts as he emptied his seed into him with a loud groan. Gwendal gave a few more gentle thrusts before slowly removing himself from Gunter.
Rolling onto his side, Gunter lay on the cold stone floor, dazed but content. He had entered the office to discuss things, and never expected to commit such actions. It was a pleasant turn of events. Gwendal, equally satisfied, helped Gunter into a sitting position and sat beside him, holding him tightly and kissing his soft lips. He could still faintly taste the strawberry that he had tainted them with earlier. From that day forward, Gwendal would always associate that common fruit with Gunter's lips.
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Gunter had left Gwendal's office a bit frazzled and a little stunned. What he'd experienced in that room that even the maids were forbidden from entering was something he'd never imagined. Nonetheless, everyone is entitled to their hobbies... or so Gunter tried to convince himself. Heading back into the kitchen, he was about to thank the maids for assisting him with the gift basket when he noticed that they seemed to be giggling and overly excited about whatever it was they were talking about. Deciding that later might be a better time, Gunter left almost as quietly as he came in. The maids, although still caught in their fantasy, were keen enough to notice the slightly reddish hue that tinted Gunter's lips and the faint blush on his face.
Author: glitteringloke
Pairing: Gwendal/Gunter ("Gwenter")
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I DOES NOT OWN KKM. tho sometimes i wish i did.
Notes: early xmas present for maryohki, who kindly let me share it with you all ^_^ It's what happens when the maid's imaginations get the better of themselves... or is it? Spoilers through episode 7.
The head maids of almost every noble castle had their own speculations on events. Quite often, they were way off base. For instance, they found it quite peculiar when Gunter had come to them asking for strawberries - a lot of them. They also thought it was bizarre the day before when he had asked for a large pot and quite a lot of unusual ingredients, but seeing as this time it was just strawberries, it was likely to not have the same horrific outcome as the prior day. The strawberries, they assumed, for it is what maids do, were a romantic gesture.
Watching from around various corners, the two maids followed Gunter as he made his way towards Gwendal's office with a basket packed to the brim with fresh strawberries. Noticing his hesitation before knocking and immediately entering, the girls looked at each other, knowing that they shared the same thoughts. Giggling and going back to the privacy of the kitchen, they disclosed their fantasy of what was unfolding behind those large, heavy doors.
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"Strawberries?" Gwendal looked at the basket that was placed on his desk with a curious look on his face.
"Yes, Gwendal. I thought that we could enjoy them together. Do you not like them?" Gunter's small smile slipped into a disappointed pout.
"I've nothing against strawberries. Have you some other purpose for being here?" Gwendal often had a difficult time showing his emotions and tended to be short about things. He noticed the slight pout and did his best to dismiss it.
"I wanted to apologize for yesterday. I had no intentions of creating such a ruckus. However, I thought it might be best to further explore what had transpired from -" Gunter paused. The odor that his concoction had emitted made most people in the castle act a little unusual. The two mazoku were no exception, and while some kisses and a few casual touches had been exchanged, nothing more had come of it but a bit of intrigue - at least on Gunter's end.
Gwendal, on the other hand, didn't remembered much. He knew he awoke with a headache, but that had faded throughout the morning. As Gunter's words began to gently remind him, he couldn't help remember the softness of the other man's lips. The intensity of his furrowed brow easing, Gwendal slowly stood from his seat. Knowing Gunter, he probably meant to discuss things, but the way he worded it was vague enough for him to experience those soft lips again. Picking up where Gunter left off, Gwendal took the initiative. "- last night? It would be best to do so, wouldn't it?"
Gwendal reached across his desk, placing a hand on Gunter's cheek, guiding their faces together. Their lips met gently, and Gwendal used his other hand to pluck a strawberry from the basket. Gunter's eyes opened partially, his face flush with embarrassment and nervousness. He watched as Gwendal moved around his desk and found himself in the eldest brother's strong arms. He wasn't sure he should say anything or what it was he even would say. Regardless, it was relatively unimportant as Gwendal brought a strawberry to his lips and traced it along his bottom lip.
"You suggested we enjoy these together, Gunter. Let me show you how to best enjoy them." Gwendal pulled the strawberry away from Gunter's lips and placed it into his own mouth, biting down slowly and savoring the sweetness of the fruit. His hands unfastened and removed Gunter's cloak, which fluttered softly to the floor. While he could see Gunter trembling slightly, he continued removing layers of his clothing until he was bare-chested.
Nervousness was only one of the emotions Gunter was feeling. He'd had a long working relationship with Gwendal and while they've had a few flirtations along the way, this was much more intense. His tongue lightly touched the strawberry as it was passed along his lip. Even the slight taste divulged its sweetness and before he could make a move to have it, he found himself being stripped down while Gwendal enjoyed the fruit. Gunter was aware of what was transpiring, but it was already out of his control. Almost as if his body moved on its own, he deftly unfastened the buttons on Gwendal's coat, until they were equals regarding clothing. Swallowing his nervousness, his long fingers met with Gwendal's hard muscles as he let them feel the contours of his well-built frame.
There were virtually no more words between them, but actions spoke louder than words. Gwendal, taking another strawberry, bit off the end to allow for the juice to trail wherever he moved it. Again, he started at Gunter's lips, but moved over his chin and down his neck, following the trail with his own lips. Gunter could taste the sweetness of the fruit from Gwendal's mouth but was left wanting more as he felt the other's lips and tongue move down his neck and onto his chest. Moaning lightly, Gunter's hands entwined themselves into Gwendal's hair, dislodging the tie that held it neatly back.
Lowering Gunter to the floor, Gwendal removed the other man's boots as well as his own. Advancing on his knees, his presence eased Gunter onto his back until he was hovering over him. The strawberries were no longer in play; Gwendal had enough sweetness before him. His dark hair fell beside his face, resting on Gunter's body as he continued to nibble at the soft skin at the pale mazoku's collar. Gunter's eyes closed and his moans and breathing intensified the more Gwendal nibbled and sucked on his body. Spending a little time on each nipple, Gwendal's lips moved down the center of Gunter's torso. Reaching his navel, his tongue teased it slightly before he pulled back and looked at the embarrassed man below him. Content with his actions, he gently removed Gunter's trousers, leaving him in only his easily-removed undergarments.
Gunter could feel his pants being removed and felt himself become embarrassed, nervous, and more excited. He'd imagined intimacy with Gwendal before but it wasn't anything as exhilarating as this. But there he lay, virtually bare (because, in all honesty, those undergarments didn't do much of anything in that state) and exposed. He wanted to touch Gwendal - to know if he was feeling as he was - but Gwendal's movements were too fluid, timed too properly for him to even attempt such a thing. It was the warmth through the fabric that made him forget about all of that.
Gwendal licked and teased at Gunter through the thin, light grey fabric, which was becoming more transparent from a combination of his saliva and from Gunter's excitement. Gwendal knew he wasn't going to be able to wait much longer. He needed to have him. Gunter's moans and whimpers echoed in his ears, but he found it even more arousing when he slipped his fingers into the mouth that produced them. If the slender man was doing that to his just fingers, then what if - yes, that was precisely what Gwendal needed. Pulling himself away from Gunter completely to a disappointed whine, Gwendal grunted slightly with a smirk. "Just a minute."
It wasn't even close to a minute before Gwendal's pants were with Gunter's and the fairer man watched the strings of Gwendal's undergarments being unfastened, revealing what he had once pondered over. Gunter knew without words what Gwendal wanted and what he needed to do. Kneeling, knees spread for comfort and balance, Gwendal hadn't even had to say a word before he saw nothing but the cascade of an ashen grey at his hips. The feeling was much more than he expected. Gunter was skilled, but he wasn't about to ask the whys and hows, he just simply leaned back on his one hand and moved Gunter's hair to watch him, noting that if he tugged slightly, he could pull more moans out of him.
Until now, Gwendal had been quite confident in his actions, but as he watched the pink face moving up and down, he began to feel a bit of embarrassment of his own. But a little embarrassment wasn't about to keep him from enjoying it all. Pulling Gunter off of him, his own breathing becoming rapid, he knew he couldn't wait much longer to satisfy himself. Sitting high on his knees, he bid Gunter to turn. Lowering his position, he kissed the soft skin of Gunter's backside while he removed that final article of clothing. While he wanted to quickly ravage the man, he held back to make sure he was amply prepared to handle him. Licking his entrance, he gently probed the inside with his tongue, encouraging him to relax. Sloppily licking his own fingers, he carefully worked one finger in and out until Gunter accepted it with more ease before sliding in another.
"P-please, Gwendal... Be... be gentle..." Gwendal always put up a rough front and gave off the impression that 'gentle' was nowhere in his vocabulary. As Gunter was quickly learning, Gwendal was quite gentle and his own words were almost like a formality. Gwendal had long been ready for this moment, and with Gunter's words, sounds, and pleading expression, he knew he didn't have to wait any longer. Slowly, he aligned himself and pushed forward, letting Gunter's muscles pull him inside. He allowed for them both to get accustomed to the feeling before beginning any movement - and even that was slow.
Gunter hung his head and let Gwendal take complete control of him. Gwendal's arms wrapped around his body, allowing him to feel the warmth he emitted. While he was enthralled with the motions and the sensations, he found himself greatly caught up in the moment. It came as a slight surprise to Gwendal when he heard Gunter ask for him to move faster, but it he was more than willing to oblige. Straightening his back, he moved his hands to Gunter's hips and held them steady as he increased his pace. The more he heard Gunter's cries, the faster he began to move. Gunter was delicate but not all delicate things crumble.
Gunter's body was angled so that his weight rested mostly on one elbow and forearm and his head was virtually resting on his hand. His other arm, without much thought, drifted to his own aching need. He did his best to keep pace with Gwendal's movements, but they were quickly pushing him to the brink. He attempted to bring his own pace down, but it was too late, and a sharp cry signaled his end as a small puddle formed beneath him on the floor.
Gwendal felt Gunter's muscles contract around him and groaned at the increased tightness. Leaning forward again, his thrusts were a little slower, but much more forceful. Wrapping his arms around Gunter's midsection, he gave a few final hard thrusts as he emptied his seed into him with a loud groan. Gwendal gave a few more gentle thrusts before slowly removing himself from Gunter.
Rolling onto his side, Gunter lay on the cold stone floor, dazed but content. He had entered the office to discuss things, and never expected to commit such actions. It was a pleasant turn of events. Gwendal, equally satisfied, helped Gunter into a sitting position and sat beside him, holding him tightly and kissing his soft lips. He could still faintly taste the strawberry that he had tainted them with earlier. From that day forward, Gwendal would always associate that common fruit with Gunter's lips.
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Gunter had left Gwendal's office a bit frazzled and a little stunned. What he'd experienced in that room that even the maids were forbidden from entering was something he'd never imagined. Nonetheless, everyone is entitled to their hobbies... or so Gunter tried to convince himself. Heading back into the kitchen, he was about to thank the maids for assisting him with the gift basket when he noticed that they seemed to be giggling and overly excited about whatever it was they were talking about. Deciding that later might be a better time, Gunter left almost as quietly as he came in. The maids, although still caught in their fantasy, were keen enough to notice the slightly reddish hue that tinted Gunter's lips and the faint blush on his face.