[KKM] Secret (1/1)
Title: Secret (1/1)
Author: Sailor Seraphim
Rating: M
Pairings: Yuuri/Murata
Disclaimer: I do not own Kyou Kara Maou or any of its related characters. I do, however, own the situations which occur in this fic.
Warnings: Yaoi. Horny smexy citrus-y boys.
Notes: Drabble written for mikkeneko because she enabled me with screencaps. And then got me a second time!
Summary: There's some things that Yuuri won't say.
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Yuuri is a smart boy. He's never going to tell Wolfram that he lost his virginity to Murata in the back room during a drunken party.
He's never going to tell Wolfram what it felt like to have Murata's body against his, how Murata tasted like vodka and orange juice and how he made the softest little moans once Yuuri's hands slipped under his shirt.
He'll never tell Wolfram about the rush he felt when Murata bucked against him, Yuuri's leg between Murata's as they rubbed and thrust against each other with the rest of the baseball team shouting drunkenly just a hallway away.
Yuuri will also never tell Wolfram what it was like when Murata broke their kiss, his face flushed and glasses askew. He'll never tell what it was like to have Murata slide down to his knees and pull open his pants. What it felt like when a warm, wet mouth engulfed his cock and left Yuuri seeing stars.
Yuuri doesn't even know if he has the words to describe what it felt like, with his hands buried in Murata's dark dark hair, and his cock in Murata's mouth, and Murata making those noises every time Yuuri snapped his hips forward.
And maybe Wolfram wouldn't understand how dazed Yuuri felt when the universe exploded all around him and he looked down and Murata was panting and licking his lips and his glasses were... dirty.
So, Yuuri definitely won't tell Wolfram that he had dragged Murata up, yanked those glasses off and threw them down to the floor where they cracked, but he didn't care because he was pinning Murata against the wall and fucking Murata's mouth with his tongue and had his hand down Murata's pants and was jerking him off so roughly that Murata kept making those sounds deep in the back of his throat.
And Yuuri will never tell Wolfram, or anyone else for that matter, how beautiful Murata looks when he comes. Except maybe Murata.
-- Owari --
Author: Sailor Seraphim
Rating: M
Pairings: Yuuri/Murata
Disclaimer: I do not own Kyou Kara Maou or any of its related characters. I do, however, own the situations which occur in this fic.
Warnings: Yaoi. Horny smexy citrus-y boys.
Notes: Drabble written for mikkeneko because she enabled me with screencaps. And then got me a second time!
Summary: There's some things that Yuuri won't say.
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Yuuri is a smart boy. He's never going to tell Wolfram that he lost his virginity to Murata in the back room during a drunken party.
He's never going to tell Wolfram what it felt like to have Murata's body against his, how Murata tasted like vodka and orange juice and how he made the softest little moans once Yuuri's hands slipped under his shirt.
He'll never tell Wolfram about the rush he felt when Murata bucked against him, Yuuri's leg between Murata's as they rubbed and thrust against each other with the rest of the baseball team shouting drunkenly just a hallway away.
Yuuri will also never tell Wolfram what it was like when Murata broke their kiss, his face flushed and glasses askew. He'll never tell what it was like to have Murata slide down to his knees and pull open his pants. What it felt like when a warm, wet mouth engulfed his cock and left Yuuri seeing stars.
Yuuri doesn't even know if he has the words to describe what it felt like, with his hands buried in Murata's dark dark hair, and his cock in Murata's mouth, and Murata making those noises every time Yuuri snapped his hips forward.
And maybe Wolfram wouldn't understand how dazed Yuuri felt when the universe exploded all around him and he looked down and Murata was panting and licking his lips and his glasses were... dirty.
So, Yuuri definitely won't tell Wolfram that he had dragged Murata up, yanked those glasses off and threw them down to the floor where they cracked, but he didn't care because he was pinning Murata against the wall and fucking Murata's mouth with his tongue and had his hand down Murata's pants and was jerking him off so roughly that Murata kept making those sounds deep in the back of his throat.
And Yuuri will never tell Wolfram, or anyone else for that matter, how beautiful Murata looks when he comes. Except maybe Murata.
-- Owari --