Wolfram yawned and blinked several times. The boards under him were hard and he distinctly remembered going to sleep in Geika’s bed, even though Geika hadn’t been there. A familiar smell assaulted his nostrils. He felt dirty and disoriented. Where was he? He lifted his hand to rub at his faced and jolted upwards from what seemed like an explosion
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What's that supposed to mean? Young Yuuri thought.
So they didn't...
They were struck silent up until the accusation.
"Why me?! I can understand if it was him."
"I am you." The older Yuuri decided.
Yuuri got up from his seat and sat beside the blond. "Wolfy, are you alright?" He asked.
"...Wolfy?" Was that a pet name?
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He clearly tensed at the mention of Murata, but he didn't say anything about it. What right did he have...though he wouldn't be able to shake that easily.
"Of course I didn't forget...how could I forget." Yuuri pulled one of his hands away from Wolframs lips and cupped his cheek to force the blond into looking directly at him. "I've never found anyone who made me feel the way you do. No one elses eyes are as hypnotizing as yours or hair as soft." Yuuri moved his hand away from Wolframs cheek to put a finger under the blonds chin. "And your lips...you really think I deserve to be able to feel them again?" He had lowered his voice considerably. Leaning in until he felt a lost sensation; a simple pressure, just enough so their lips would brush. Just in case Wolfram wanted to pull away.
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But with the mention of Murata, Yuuri tensed, His arm visibly tightening after he moved it away to strangle onto the pillow beside Wolframs head. He as silent, he didn't answer till Wolfram was finished. "I have no right to tell you who or what to do. But, I wont deny that it does make me unease...to hear that you're with Murata of all people. He was always such a flirt, I should have known." Yuuri eased the tension in his arm and moved his hand back to running fingers through Wolframs hair, giving the pillow a break.
The pun was bad in his head, only since it was particularly hard to hold back. "I'm always told I'm too much of a nice guy, it must be why I'm no good with the ladies." Yuuri knew that he could have just kept going, that Wolfram wouldn't have stopped him. But, what kind of memory would that have left them with? Instead, Yuuri accepted what he was offered and the once king leaned up, ( ... )
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