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gracie_musica) wrote2005-11-07 11:19 pm
gracie_musica) wrote2005-11-07 11:19 pm
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Word Count: 9,031 of 50,000
Title: Missing You
Author: Grace Musica
Date Written: 11/7/05
Rating: NC-17. For Mature Audiences Only
Word Count: 1,628
Characters/Pairings: Wolfram/Yuuri
Warnings: Yaoi, Toys, Solo
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: Um... yeah. This just ambushed me. Lame title, I know.
Yuuri Shibuya sighed as he rolled over in his bed yet again. He'd been tossing and turning for the past half-hour, unable to get comfortable. Finally, he just kicked off his covers and flopped onto his back, tugging at his pajamas that were pulling uncomfortably on his body.
He was just too damned used to having another (very sexy and usually naked) body in bed next to him.
He rolled over onto his side, groaning as his clothing pulled on his body again. Frustrated, the king stripped his clothing off and tossed it onto the floor, dressed in just his briefs. It was warm out tonight, anyway.
The dark-haired teen wrapped his arms around his pillow, cuddling close to it, and wondered what Wolfram was doing.
-----
Wolfram von Bielefelt was exhausted, but his mind wouldn't shut off so he could sleep. The pillow next to him smelled so wonderful, and he buried his face into the soft white lump next to his.
The blonde inhaled deeply, his eyes shut in pleasure. The scent of Yuuri, clean from the baths, and the faint hint of pheromones invaded his senses, and the young prince snuggled deeper into the covers.
The sheets smelled of both him and his lover, of spent passion and desire and love.
Wolfram pulled the covers up over his head, hiding in his own personal cocoon, letting his mind drift to the previous night. The Sage had told Yuuri they were leaving in the morning and the first thing the king did was find his fiancee and their daughter. Greta had cried, the three of them curled up in their bed for the afternoon, the two fathers caring for their daughter and showering her with love.
When Greta fell asleep, the two moved her into her bed chambers, tucking her in with one of her uncle's strange but undeniably adorable knitted animals and pressing kisses against her sleeping forehead.
Then, Yuuri had led him back to their own chambers and the two had made love until the light of dawn slowly crept into the room through the glass windowpanes. Yuuri's hands had felt so good moving slowly over his skin, his lips pressed against his skin.
Wolfram groaned softly as he felt his manhood stir at the memory.
-----
Yuuri absently stroked his erection through his cotton underwear, ignoring the wet spot slowly growing on the white fabric. His mind was elsewhere, the image of Wolfram's face flushed pink with pleasure and passion dancing on the back of Yuuri's eyelids.
With his eyes shut tight, Yuuri could easily imagine that it was Wolfram's hand gently caressing him, with fingers calloused from swordplay instead of by baseball. He licked his lips, and he swore he could still taste his lover's kiss on his lips.
"Wolfram..." he moaned quietly as his fingers snuck under the waistband of his underwear.
-----
"Oh, Yuuri," Wolfram gasped as he ran his right thumb over his left nipple. His arms were wrapped around his body, giving him the illusion of contact with another body as he toyed with his nipple. The bud of flesh peaked under his fingertips, his other hands stroking his right hip. He could easily imagine that his dark-haired fiancee was the one touching him.
He opened his eyes. Touching himself was nice, but he ached inwardly. He needed more than just his own hands.
His face flushed with arousal and embarrassment as he reached under the mattress. His mother had laughed at the stunned look on her baby son's face when he realized what her 'wedding present' to the two of them was, but Yuuri had just grinned.
"Waste not, want not," he had quipped before taking it from the blonde.
His face burned red as he withdrew a glass dildo from under the mattress. It was completely smooth, no rough spots or seams anywhere on its surface, with a three-inch diameter flat base. He grinned a bit when he realized it that it was smaller than Yuuri.
It was cold to the touch, too. He needed to warm it up and... lubricate it...
That gave him a wonderful idea.
-----
Yuuri was biting his fist as he stroked himself up and down, envisioning soft blonde hair brushing against his thighs as Wolfram sucked him. The mental image alone was enough to push him over, and coupled with the memory of the fiancee doing the deed to him the night before had him right at the edge.
White teeth sank into the flesh of his hand, pushing himself away from orgasm so he could enjoy his fantasy for a little longer.
His tongue slid into the gathered webbing between his thumb and pointer and he licked wetly at it, his lust-induced mind picturing Wolfram's eyes closed in ecstasy as he laved at the blonde's opening in preparation for more play to come. His fist pressed back against his tongue in mimicry of his lover's ever-present eagerness in their bedroom, the hand on his cock pulling harder, faster, the way Wolfram's mouth would be moving if he really was with the blonde.
Yuuri moaned something that sounded vaguely like his lover's name as his hand slid on his cock, spreading the precome that was gathering at the head down his skin and making his hand glide over inflamed skin easier.
He moaned something that sounded vaguely like Wolfram's name around his fist, biting his fingers to keep from cumming.
-----
Wolfram was kneeling on his and Yuuri's bed, his mouth gliding up and down the smooth dildo. It managed to stay upright on the bed courtesy of his hand wrapped firmly around the base, and the prince was sucking on it like a seasoned whore, moaning against the glass.
He preferred to do this to Yuuri, to feel the Maou's cock throb deliciously at the back of his throat, watch the king writhe under his ministrations, but the stimulation was still arousing.
His right hand was around his body, two saliva-slicked fingers pushing into his ass, stretching him the way Yuuri did. He could feel his own tightness around his fingers and wondered vaguely if his lover would like to watch him do this sometimes, or maybe to do it to Yuuri.
After he felt that he was properly prepared, he positioned himself over the wet glass object. He slowly lowered himself down on the dildo, rocking his hips to help with the stretch.
The tip accidentally poked his prostate HARD.
"Yuuri!" he gasped again, emerald eyes rolling back into his head.
-----
"Oh, gods, Wolfram," Yuuri moaned against his pillow as his hand slid down his shaft to massage his balls. He squeezed them gently, rolling them in one hand as his other came down to pump his erection harder, panting heavily. The hand cupping his testicles slid just below them to stimulate his prostate from the outside of his body, making him arch up into his hand, imagining it was Wolfram's body he was arching up into.
Gods, that man was so damn warm and tight. And sexy. Just one smoldering look from those emerald depths would make him want to pin the blonde under him, no matter where they were and who was with them. Everyone should be lucky enough to see Wolf flushed and sweaty and crying out in passion, but the greedy, possessive part of the young king was so glad that he was the only one who could see it.
He could feel himself getting closer, his shaft expanding in his hand, his balls drawing up close to his body. Oh, he was so damn close...
-----
Wolfram whimpered shamelessly as he rocked back agaisnt the dildo inside him. Every motion he made with his hips moved the phallus inside him against a different pleasure zone, spiraling him higher and higher. One hand was braced against the mattress, the other pumping himself furiously, throwing himself headlong towards orgasm.
Yuuri's name spilled faintly from his lips like a mantra as he bounced up and down on the bed, mattress springs creaking faintly.
And then he was there, right at the edge, then tumbling over, the memory of lust- and love-filled onyx eyes engulfing his being.
"Yuuri!"
-----
"Oh, fuck, Wolf," Yuuri moaned as his orgasm ripped through his body. He felt the long strands of his seed splash against his stomach and up to his chest as he shuddered, deep jade eyes looking back at him from behind his glazed-over eyes. The young teen panted heavily as he slowly drifted down from his peak, his eyes still closed and trying to will himself into his lover's arms.
Unfortunately the Original King didn't hear his pleas, and Yuuri opened his eyes when the stickiness of his sweat and cum became unbearable. He cleaned himself up as best he could with the box of tissues he kept stashed under his bed, crawling back under the covers naked. He'd take a bath in the morning.
He rolled over onto his left, facing the wall and held his pillow next to him, imagining it was his beloved. It seemed like it would be forever until they would be able to see one another again.
-----
Wolfram threw the soiled towel over the side of the bed, cuddling up against Yuuri's pillow. The present from his mother was clean and safely stashed back under the mattress, and sleep was finally stealing over his being.
He could smell the overpowering scent of his own release clinging to the sheets, but his lover's pillow still held the dark-haired teen's scent. He rolled over onto his right, snuggling against the big fluffy rectangle.
-----
In two different worlds, two parted lovers whispered the same thing at the same time before joining one another in the land of dreams.
"I love you..."
Author: Grace Musica
Date Written: 11/7/05
Rating: NC-17. For Mature Audiences Only
Word Count: 1,628
Characters/Pairings: Wolfram/Yuuri
Warnings: Yaoi, Toys, Solo
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: Um... yeah. This just ambushed me. Lame title, I know.
Yuuri Shibuya sighed as he rolled over in his bed yet again. He'd been tossing and turning for the past half-hour, unable to get comfortable. Finally, he just kicked off his covers and flopped onto his back, tugging at his pajamas that were pulling uncomfortably on his body.
He was just too damned used to having another (very sexy and usually naked) body in bed next to him.
He rolled over onto his side, groaning as his clothing pulled on his body again. Frustrated, the king stripped his clothing off and tossed it onto the floor, dressed in just his briefs. It was warm out tonight, anyway.
The dark-haired teen wrapped his arms around his pillow, cuddling close to it, and wondered what Wolfram was doing.
-----
Wolfram von Bielefelt was exhausted, but his mind wouldn't shut off so he could sleep. The pillow next to him smelled so wonderful, and he buried his face into the soft white lump next to his.
The blonde inhaled deeply, his eyes shut in pleasure. The scent of Yuuri, clean from the baths, and the faint hint of pheromones invaded his senses, and the young prince snuggled deeper into the covers.
The sheets smelled of both him and his lover, of spent passion and desire and love.
Wolfram pulled the covers up over his head, hiding in his own personal cocoon, letting his mind drift to the previous night. The Sage had told Yuuri they were leaving in the morning and the first thing the king did was find his fiancee and their daughter. Greta had cried, the three of them curled up in their bed for the afternoon, the two fathers caring for their daughter and showering her with love.
When Greta fell asleep, the two moved her into her bed chambers, tucking her in with one of her uncle's strange but undeniably adorable knitted animals and pressing kisses against her sleeping forehead.
Then, Yuuri had led him back to their own chambers and the two had made love until the light of dawn slowly crept into the room through the glass windowpanes. Yuuri's hands had felt so good moving slowly over his skin, his lips pressed against his skin.
Wolfram groaned softly as he felt his manhood stir at the memory.
-----
Yuuri absently stroked his erection through his cotton underwear, ignoring the wet spot slowly growing on the white fabric. His mind was elsewhere, the image of Wolfram's face flushed pink with pleasure and passion dancing on the back of Yuuri's eyelids.
With his eyes shut tight, Yuuri could easily imagine that it was Wolfram's hand gently caressing him, with fingers calloused from swordplay instead of by baseball. He licked his lips, and he swore he could still taste his lover's kiss on his lips.
"Wolfram..." he moaned quietly as his fingers snuck under the waistband of his underwear.
-----
"Oh, Yuuri," Wolfram gasped as he ran his right thumb over his left nipple. His arms were wrapped around his body, giving him the illusion of contact with another body as he toyed with his nipple. The bud of flesh peaked under his fingertips, his other hands stroking his right hip. He could easily imagine that his dark-haired fiancee was the one touching him.
He opened his eyes. Touching himself was nice, but he ached inwardly. He needed more than just his own hands.
His face flushed with arousal and embarrassment as he reached under the mattress. His mother had laughed at the stunned look on her baby son's face when he realized what her 'wedding present' to the two of them was, but Yuuri had just grinned.
"Waste not, want not," he had quipped before taking it from the blonde.
His face burned red as he withdrew a glass dildo from under the mattress. It was completely smooth, no rough spots or seams anywhere on its surface, with a three-inch diameter flat base. He grinned a bit when he realized it that it was smaller than Yuuri.
It was cold to the touch, too. He needed to warm it up and... lubricate it...
That gave him a wonderful idea.
-----
Yuuri was biting his fist as he stroked himself up and down, envisioning soft blonde hair brushing against his thighs as Wolfram sucked him. The mental image alone was enough to push him over, and coupled with the memory of the fiancee doing the deed to him the night before had him right at the edge.
White teeth sank into the flesh of his hand, pushing himself away from orgasm so he could enjoy his fantasy for a little longer.
His tongue slid into the gathered webbing between his thumb and pointer and he licked wetly at it, his lust-induced mind picturing Wolfram's eyes closed in ecstasy as he laved at the blonde's opening in preparation for more play to come. His fist pressed back against his tongue in mimicry of his lover's ever-present eagerness in their bedroom, the hand on his cock pulling harder, faster, the way Wolfram's mouth would be moving if he really was with the blonde.
Yuuri moaned something that sounded vaguely like his lover's name as his hand slid on his cock, spreading the precome that was gathering at the head down his skin and making his hand glide over inflamed skin easier.
He moaned something that sounded vaguely like Wolfram's name around his fist, biting his fingers to keep from cumming.
-----
Wolfram was kneeling on his and Yuuri's bed, his mouth gliding up and down the smooth dildo. It managed to stay upright on the bed courtesy of his hand wrapped firmly around the base, and the prince was sucking on it like a seasoned whore, moaning against the glass.
He preferred to do this to Yuuri, to feel the Maou's cock throb deliciously at the back of his throat, watch the king writhe under his ministrations, but the stimulation was still arousing.
His right hand was around his body, two saliva-slicked fingers pushing into his ass, stretching him the way Yuuri did. He could feel his own tightness around his fingers and wondered vaguely if his lover would like to watch him do this sometimes, or maybe to do it to Yuuri.
After he felt that he was properly prepared, he positioned himself over the wet glass object. He slowly lowered himself down on the dildo, rocking his hips to help with the stretch.
The tip accidentally poked his prostate HARD.
"Yuuri!" he gasped again, emerald eyes rolling back into his head.
-----
"Oh, gods, Wolfram," Yuuri moaned against his pillow as his hand slid down his shaft to massage his balls. He squeezed them gently, rolling them in one hand as his other came down to pump his erection harder, panting heavily. The hand cupping his testicles slid just below them to stimulate his prostate from the outside of his body, making him arch up into his hand, imagining it was Wolfram's body he was arching up into.
Gods, that man was so damn warm and tight. And sexy. Just one smoldering look from those emerald depths would make him want to pin the blonde under him, no matter where they were and who was with them. Everyone should be lucky enough to see Wolf flushed and sweaty and crying out in passion, but the greedy, possessive part of the young king was so glad that he was the only one who could see it.
He could feel himself getting closer, his shaft expanding in his hand, his balls drawing up close to his body. Oh, he was so damn close...
-----
Wolfram whimpered shamelessly as he rocked back agaisnt the dildo inside him. Every motion he made with his hips moved the phallus inside him against a different pleasure zone, spiraling him higher and higher. One hand was braced against the mattress, the other pumping himself furiously, throwing himself headlong towards orgasm.
Yuuri's name spilled faintly from his lips like a mantra as he bounced up and down on the bed, mattress springs creaking faintly.
And then he was there, right at the edge, then tumbling over, the memory of lust- and love-filled onyx eyes engulfing his being.
"Yuuri!"
-----
"Oh, fuck, Wolf," Yuuri moaned as his orgasm ripped through his body. He felt the long strands of his seed splash against his stomach and up to his chest as he shuddered, deep jade eyes looking back at him from behind his glazed-over eyes. The young teen panted heavily as he slowly drifted down from his peak, his eyes still closed and trying to will himself into his lover's arms.
Unfortunately the Original King didn't hear his pleas, and Yuuri opened his eyes when the stickiness of his sweat and cum became unbearable. He cleaned himself up as best he could with the box of tissues he kept stashed under his bed, crawling back under the covers naked. He'd take a bath in the morning.
He rolled over onto his left, facing the wall and held his pillow next to him, imagining it was his beloved. It seemed like it would be forever until they would be able to see one another again.
-----
Wolfram threw the soiled towel over the side of the bed, cuddling up against Yuuri's pillow. The present from his mother was clean and safely stashed back under the mattress, and sleep was finally stealing over his being.
He could smell the overpowering scent of his own release clinging to the sheets, but his lover's pillow still held the dark-haired teen's scent. He rolled over onto his right, snuggling against the big fluffy rectangle.
-----
In two different worlds, two parted lovers whispered the same thing at the same time before joining one another in the land of dreams.
"I love you..."