KKM: Coming Home
Oct. 8th, 2005 11:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gracie_musicaTitle: Coming Home
Author: Gracelyn Musica
Date Written: 10/4/05 - 10/8/05
Word Count: 3,623 (GODS!)
Rating: NC-17 Read with caution.
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou!
Characters/Pairings: Wolfram/Yuuri (established relationship), Conrad, Greta, Gunter, Gwendal, Anissina
Notes:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
akisawana wanted smut, and I'm in a Kyou Kara Maou! mood. So here it is. A bit OOC on Wolfram's part, but it's more private moments between the two. And a LOT of SAP. A LOT.
Written predominately between the hours of midnight and three AM over four days, listening to Nickel Creek's Why Should The Fire Die? CD and the X/1999 and Ayashi no Ceres soundtracks. (THANK YOUohajiki for Spin the Jukebox!)
After a month of being home he was back home at Blood Pledge Castle, this time when he and Murata had gotten caught in a rainstorm. Conrad had laughed aloud when the king found himself jumped by his fiancee and young daughter in the castle fountain, the two knocking him back into the water with a splash before offering help to his king, half-brother and young niece.
Although he'd never admit it aloud, Yuuri loved being jumped by the blonde and his little girl whenever he came back. It was the best way by far to be welcomed home.
Gunter had sobbed, throwing his arms around Yuuri's neck and sobbing into his black school jacket, while Gwendal, Cherie and a very smug Anissina stood back further, preferring to wait until the Maou had dried off and gotten dressed to descend upon him with papers to sign and court gossip and new inventions until Yuuri threw his royal seal at them, demanding they leave him be.
He barely managed to make it into Greta's room for a good-night kiss before the lass fell fast asleep, then stumbled down the hall to the royal bedchambers. He pushed open the large wooden doors, finding Wolfram soaking in a large copper tub full of sudsy, steaming water.
Emerald eyes looked over a pale shoulder. "I was beginning to wonder if you were coming to bed," he teased, watching Yuuri cross the room, taking off his coat jacket and toss it on the bed.
"Your brother is infuriating," the Maou replied, continuing to strip, his back to his fiancee. So he missed the appreciative gaze on his backside, the smug smirk that graced Wolfram's face as he watched the muscles in Yuuri's back shift and move under his skin. The blonde crossed his arms, propping his forearms on the side of the tub and laying his cheek on top of his arms, smiling at the dark-haired man when he turned back around and climbed into the tub with him.
Yuuri barely had time to settle comfortably against the side before Wolfram climbed into his lap. He wrapped his arms around the thin waist, pulling the man closer to him and groaned slightly when he felt the blonde's half-hard erection twitch against his stomach. "Miss me?" he teased, teething the sensitive skin of his lover's earlobe.
"You leave for too long," Wolfram complained, grinding in Yuuri's lap. "We can only do so much here without you. Gwendal was complaining yesterday that you need to hurry up and marry me so I can start signing your papers while you're away."
Dark hair fell back in stark contrast to the red copper tub as Yuuri laughed aloud. "That sounds like him!" he chuckled, his laughs morphing into groans as the blonde pressed kisses against his suntanned throat.
"But I miss you, too," the swordsman continued pouting, kissing the tan line on Yuuri's skin where his baseball jersey didn't cover it. "I can only manage without you for so long," he pouted some more, wrapping his arms around his lover's neck.
"Why Lord von Bielefeld, are you saying that you get... urges?" Yuuri teased, his hands sliding down to knead Wolfram's ass, pulling the slender man into his body. The blonde gasped as intimate flesh met, grinding his hips against the young king's harder.
"When it comes to you, I lose my damn mind."
Yuuri chuckled and wrapped his arms tight around the body in his lap, pulling Wolfram close to him and burying his nose in the crook of the blonde's neck. "Gods, I've missed you, Wolf," he swore, nuzzling the pale column.
"Like I said, you leave for too long," Wolfram replied, running his fingers through the sweat-damp strands of black, smiling to himself as his fiancee held him close. While Yuuri continued to inhale the clean scent of Wolfram's washed skin, the wet blonde soaked a cloth into the soapy water and rubbed the suds across the wide expanse of Yuuri's back and shoulders, enjoying the slick feel of the dark-haired man's skin under his fingertips. He felt Yuuri's contented sighs as he continued to rub and loosen the tightened muscles, and loved the way that the king seemed to melt against his body. He lathered the dark locks on his shoulder as he felt lips caress his neck again, bursting into very undignified giggles when Yuuri nibbled on a sensitive spot just under his ear. In revenge, the blonde reached over the edge and poured part of the contents of a pitcher of clean water over his lover's head, watching him jump from the cooler temperature of the water compared to the bathtub.
"Wolf?" Yuuri asked as Wolfram motioned for him to stand, the blonde pouring the clean water over his skin, the suds sliding down into the tub.
"Hmn?"
"Why did you have those poor maids drag a tub of water here?" the Maou asked, watching the blonde's smirk.
"Because I don't think either of us could last the walk down the hall," Wolfram replied, winking seductively (and a little too much like his mother, Yuuri reflected) before tipping the rest of the pitcher over his head. Onyx eyes watched the water trickle down alabaster skin, rivulets dancing around and over well-formed swordsman muscles.
"Close your mouth, Yuuri: You're drooling."
Yuuri flicked droplets of water across Wolfram's cheekbone, making the blonde laugh at the silliness of the gesture. The dark-haired king took his lover into his arms, pressing a fleeting kiss against his green-eyed lover's nose. "I have something for you."
Blonde eyebrows knitted in confusion, and Yuuri led him to the bed, rummaging through his pants pockets before withdrawing a clenched hand. The two betrothed sat together on the end of the bed, and the king opened his hand, holding its contents out towards the swordsman.
In Yuuri's hand was a silver band, and Wolfram picked it up to look at it. He turned it over in his fingers and three recessed gems sparkling in the faint light: two rubies flanking a dark sapphire. "What is this?" the demon asked, looking at the dark-haired king.
"In my world, when two people get engaged, the m- the one who proposes gives the other a diamond ring... but I couldn't afford one, so I got this one." Onyx eyes met emerald ones. "I've been saving up some money for a while. Do you like it?"
Wolfram looked back down at the small circle between his fingers. This was a public symbol of their relationship: while the keep knew, the people didn't. It meant that Yuuri really wanted to marry him, erasing all the hurtful things he used to say about them both being men.
He was thrilled and scared to death at the same time.
"Wolf?"
The swordsman smiled at his fiancee, sliding the ring on his left ring finger. "I love it, Yuuri."
A smile graced the king's face and he framed the pale face with his tanned hands. "And I love you," the dark-haired man replied, pressing their lips together in the night's first true kiss. It was soft and gentle, the way this first precious kiss always was; lips softly brushing against one another. Later tonight, they'd be all over each other, rampant lust thrumming through their veins and mingling with their young blood--but right now they were both savoring the feel of a lover who had returned after being gone for far too long.
The soft kisses turned more passionate, but still remained at their slow, gentle level as Wolfram and Yuuri made their way up towards the pillows. Yuuri watched as blonde hair feathered against a pristine white pillow, those gorgeous emerald eyes staring back up at him, shining with complete trust and love. It was a look very few were given: Yuuri had only seen the blonde look with such emotion at his mother, his brothers (although he'd never admit it) and their daughter. The king always felt honored to be able to see such a side to Wolfram, especially when it was juxtaposed next to his normal rough behavior.
The dark-haired man took his fiancee's left hand, raising it to his lips to press a kiss against the silver ring on the swordsman's slender fingers. A faint blush graced Wolfram's cheeks, and Yuuri smiled down at him, lacing their fingers together. The blonde's wrapped his free arm around Yuuri's waist, pulling him close as soft lips met his, a questing tongue slipping in to meet the other.
Hands and lips wandered over bodies, touching, tasting, caressing. The two were relearning one another's bodies, rememorizing the taste and scent and feel of skin. Yuuri smiled when he licked at one of Wolfram's dusky pink nipples, enjoying the way the swordsman's fingers dug into his shoulders--and extremely enjoyed the cold feel of metal against his skin. He clamped his mouth around the nipple, sucking and nibbling at the tightened nub, wrapping his arms around the blonde's waist when Wolfram bucked up against him, gasping. A hand slid up to mercilessly tease the other as he continued his assault on the prince's senses.
Wolfram knew he was moaning, but he didn't care. The oak doors were heavy, and the stone walls were thick; and what Yuuri was doing to him felt so damn good. Whenever he tried to recreate the experience during Yuuri's absences, it was pleasurable, but never as intense. It was like little jolts from Anissina's failed inventions all over his body, pooling just below his stomach. The blonde felt himself twitching from the pleasure, his fingers digging into the mop of dark hair that was brushing against his skin. Even just the faint brush of Yuuri's strands over his skin was a huge turn-on at this state.
And Yuuri's hands... They just wouldn't stay still. He couldn't see them, which only served to heighten the experience, as they oh-so-barely brushed over his stomach and his legs, not touching the one part of him that craved touch most. The heat from Yuuri's skin traveled the bare millimeters to soak into his, the minute hairs on his skin standing on end, ready to absorb any and all stimuli.
Yuuri was careful to make sure that every time Wolfram's hips thrust upwards he moved as well, making sure to deny his lover the tiniest bit of relief. He knew from experience that the more the blonde was allowed to build up, the higher he would spiral when the finally achieved orgasm. He enjoyed the way the swordsman was making those sexy little noises as he kissed his way down Wolfram's stomach, making sure his shoulder didn't come into any contact with the throbbing erection protruding from the body below him. He spared a look down at his lover's manhood; precum glistened on the head, dripping down onto Wolfram's pale lower stomach and pooling just above the blonde curls of pubic hair. He kissed just a little further down, his tongue snaking out to lick at the sticky clear liquid, groaning slightly at the familiar missed taste of his lover.He spared a look up at Wolfram, finding the dark emerald orbs stained dark with lust, the slender fingers pushing down against his head, urging him on. Yuuri grinned wickedly, knowing his lover was not expecting what he was next planning.
Wolfram tried to scream but his throat was clenched tight when Yuuri, without preamble and as if he had been doing it for years, took his erection completely into his hot, wet mouth. He swore he blacked out momentarily from the sudden sensory flood, and oh gods was Yuuri's tongue so talented, flitting over ever single inch of tortured skin. Words spilled from his mouth, unchecked and faint due to the lack of oxygen in his system.
"Ooh, fuck, shit, Yuuri...!"
The Maou heard the prince's soft moans, wincing slightly at the grip the blonde had on his hair. He slid his lips down just a fraction, pushing Wolf's cock a little deeper down his throat and suppressing his gag reflex. With every swipe of his tongue, more of Wolfram's taste spread over his taste buds, salty but oh so delicious. His hands were running over the soft skin of the blonde's thighs, and he moaned around the cock in his mouth, enjoying the way his fiancee cried out from the vibrations.
"Yuuri, please- please!" Wolfram begged shamelessly, not caring about the image he had constructed falling around his ears. Besides, who else had to know what went on behind closed doors? He knew Yuuri didn't discuss such supremely private matters with anyone; even Conrad wasn't told such things. And HE wasn't whispering into anyone's ears--much to his mother's (shudder!) dismay.
The wet clinging heat left his skin, and he moaned in disappointment, hearing Yuuri laugh at him. He opened his to see the king stretched over, rummaging for the oil they kept in their bedside drawers; the muscles in his arms and chest well defined, and the swordsman couldn't help but run his hands over them.
Yuuri felt warm hands on his stomach as his fingers snagged the vial of oil, the pools of warm touch sliding around his torso and pulling him down onto the blonde for a kiss. He felt well-manicured fingernails scrape down his back as he twined his own fingers into the mop of golden hair below him, his tongue plundering the offered mouth.
Their first time back together was always like this, too: Wolf being submissive and enjoying the sensation of just letting go, Yuuri dominating and enjoying making his fiancee going bat shit. It had been the same their very first time, too; later they'd alternate top and bottom, and their couplings would be more about passion and need and lust. Right now was a reaffirmation of their bond.
It was coming home.
The two parted, panting for breath, and watched as Yuuri unstoppered their bottle, spreading a generous amount of the cool slickness over his fingers. Wolfram opened his legs, and two pairs of eyes watched oil-covered fingers slide between their bodies. Yuuri began kissing and nibbling the side of the blonde's neck as his fingers circled the small, tight hole, spreading the oil onto pale skin. He gently slid a finger into the tight body, moaning at the tightness around the digit. The blonde groaned in return, his fingernails digging into the muscles on his lover's back as he felt the finger probe and his body stretch around the invasion. A second finger joined the first, spreading the oil around as the callused digits gently massaged his body from the inside.
Wolfram's body bucked when Yuuri's fingers hooked inside him to graze his prostate, electric jolts shooting through his body. He was so aroused it physically ached. He thought he was going to split in two, dying from the overload of pleasure wracking his frame. And Yuuri thoroughly enjoyed the panting, gasping noises he was getting his lover to make, a primeval male part of his psyche crowing that he was the one that was making the man go nuts. He could hear profanities and pleas slip from the kiss-bruised pink lips between pants, and finally decided to give in to the prince's request.
As gently as he could, Yuuri slid his fingers out of Wolfram's body, reaching for the oil again. He poured a puddle in his hands before sliding it over his own cock, hissing at the cold feeling on his inflamed flesh. He stroked himself a few times, the oil heating up from the friction. Wolfram held his arms up, twining them around Yuuri's neck as the dark-haired man settled between his spread legs. The head of Yuuri's cock pressed against his entrance, and the organ slowly slid into his body. Yuuri held himself static for a bit, letting the blonde's body adjust to the stretch of penetration. He rained kisses all over Wolfram's face, whispering sweet nothings into the delicate shell of the swordman's ear until the blonde was arching up against him.
Mouths met as Yuuri slowly nudged himself deeper into the man beneath him. Slender legs came up to wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper into the warmth and causing the blonde's body to tighten around Yuuri's. The Maou groaned, his hands sliding under the swordsman's hips, lifting the willing body up against his. Wolfram gasped as he felt his lover's cock prod his prostate with ever long slow stroke into his body. The initial pain had taken some of the edge off his arousal, but it was now back full force. Wolfram pulled Yuuri down for a hot kiss, their tongues battling for dominance as lust clouded their thoughts and dominated their movements.
The fingers on Wolfram's hips dug into the skin there; he'd have bruises there in the morning, but right now all he could concentrate on was the amazing feeling of Yuuri pounding into his body. He lifted his hips into each thrust, trying to get as much stimulation as possible. Their kiss broke with the desperate need of air and the two buried their faces in one another's shoulders, panting hotly against sweat-slicked skin.
It took amazing self-control not to cum deep inside Wolfram's body as soon as he slid into he warm welcoming heat, but he somehow managed to do it. Propping himself up above Wolfram, he reached a hand around the blonde's body to wrap his fingers around the stiff dick rubbing at his stomach. He slid his hand up and down the shaft, watching his lover spaz from the overload of sensation. Wolfram's body tightened around his, and Yuuri gasped, thrusting harder into the blonde, watching the lust blossom in those emerald depths. He could feel the length in his hand growing harder and longer, knew his lover was getting close from the way he was crying and cursing, it wouldn't take long to make him cum, just a few-- more-- thrusts--
Wolfram felt himself being thrown over the edge, with only those deep onyx eyes saving him, engulfing his entire being. He came with a choked cry, his breath catching in his throat as his body shivered from the climax. Streams of pearly white shot over their stomachs, spilling over the fingers of Yuuri's fist. The sudden rippling tightness around his cock and the warm heat on his hand, the knowledge of his lover's satisfaction, gave the dark-haired man the out he so desperately needed. He thrust into the constricting tightness once, twice, throwing his head back and crying out Wolfram's name as he came as well, his seed pulsing deep within the welcoming body.
His arms gave out and he found himself crashing into Wolf's embrace, the two of them sticky with sweat and spent cum, their panting attempts at normal breathing chilling their swiftly-cooling skin. Their breathing calmed enough for a lazy kisses, flashes of tongue sneaking in when they had to stop for breath. After a few minutes of post-coital bliss, Yuuri gently slid his limp cock out of the blonde, rolling off the bed to dip a rag into the cold soapy bathwater so they could somewhat clean up. The dark-haired man padded back to the bed after quickly wiping himself down, running the cool cloth over the swordman's sweaty shoulders and chest before wiping up the semen adorning the pale stomach and dripping between his legs.
Once the blonde was reasonably clean, the king tossed the soiled rag over his shoulder, hearing it miss its target (the tub) with a wet splat against stone floors. Wolfram was still in somewhat of a daze, his body twitching slightly as Yuuri climbed into bed and pulled the covers over them both. The dark-haired man took his lover into his arms, kissing his forehead.
"You know, if you would just masturbate while I'm away, you won't be so wound up all the time," Yuuri teased his fiancee.
Wolfram, in return, nuzzled the tanned throat and grinned against the darkened skin. "Why should I, when you'll do all the work when you get back?"
An aftershock of pleasure shivered down Wolfram's back, and Yuuri ran a calming hand down the sweat-damp back. "So I take it you enjoyed yourself?"
"Yes, you arrogant wimp," came the already-sleepy remark.
The Maou chuckled: The venom had gone out of his lover's remarks long ago, leaving them with the teasing name calling. For the sake of appearances and all that, after all. He pressed another kiss against Wolf's forehead. "Sleep, love."
"The maids are coming for the tub soon," Wolfram protested half-heartedly, wrapping his arms around the other's waist.
"The maids have seen us sleeping before."
"But they don't usually come in when we're naked."
"Wolf, screw the maids."
"... Cheater."
"Go. To. Sleep. We can deal with the maids tomorrow."
The reply from the blonde was a noncommittal half-grunt. Yuuri looked down at the man his arms, blonde strands dancing across flushed cheeks and closed eyes. He brushed the locks out of Wolfram's face, watching his lover sleep until his eyelids began drooping as well. He tried--and failed horribly--to suppress a yawn, and pulled the warm body next to him flush with his.
Wolfram stirred slightly, emerald eyes opening to crescent moons underneath black eyelashes. "I love you, Yuuri."
Yuuri smiled back at the honest statement. He didn't get to hear it from the blonde as much as he wanted, but hearing it period was better than nothing. He leaned in and brushed a feather soft kiss against Wolfram's mouth. "I love you too, Wolf."
"I know."
Yuuri chuckled, stroking the blonde's hair as the two lovers fell asleep in one another's arms once again.
This... This was coming home.
Author: Gracelyn Musica
Date Written: 10/4/05 - 10/8/05
Word Count: 3,623 (GODS!)
Rating: NC-17 Read with caution.
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou!
Characters/Pairings: Wolfram/Yuuri (established relationship), Conrad, Greta, Gunter, Gwendal, Anissina
Notes:
akisawana wanted smut, and I'm in a Kyou Kara Maou! mood. So here it is. A bit OOC on Wolfram's part, but it's more private moments between the two. And a LOT of SAP. A LOT.Written predominately between the hours of midnight and three AM over four days, listening to Nickel Creek's Why Should The Fire Die? CD and the X/1999 and Ayashi no Ceres soundtracks. (THANK YOU
ohajiki for Spin the Jukebox!)After a month of being home he was back home at Blood Pledge Castle, this time when he and Murata had gotten caught in a rainstorm. Conrad had laughed aloud when the king found himself jumped by his fiancee and young daughter in the castle fountain, the two knocking him back into the water with a splash before offering help to his king, half-brother and young niece.
Although he'd never admit it aloud, Yuuri loved being jumped by the blonde and his little girl whenever he came back. It was the best way by far to be welcomed home.
Gunter had sobbed, throwing his arms around Yuuri's neck and sobbing into his black school jacket, while Gwendal, Cherie and a very smug Anissina stood back further, preferring to wait until the Maou had dried off and gotten dressed to descend upon him with papers to sign and court gossip and new inventions until Yuuri threw his royal seal at them, demanding they leave him be.
He barely managed to make it into Greta's room for a good-night kiss before the lass fell fast asleep, then stumbled down the hall to the royal bedchambers. He pushed open the large wooden doors, finding Wolfram soaking in a large copper tub full of sudsy, steaming water.
Emerald eyes looked over a pale shoulder. "I was beginning to wonder if you were coming to bed," he teased, watching Yuuri cross the room, taking off his coat jacket and toss it on the bed.
"Your brother is infuriating," the Maou replied, continuing to strip, his back to his fiancee. So he missed the appreciative gaze on his backside, the smug smirk that graced Wolfram's face as he watched the muscles in Yuuri's back shift and move under his skin. The blonde crossed his arms, propping his forearms on the side of the tub and laying his cheek on top of his arms, smiling at the dark-haired man when he turned back around and climbed into the tub with him.
Yuuri barely had time to settle comfortably against the side before Wolfram climbed into his lap. He wrapped his arms around the thin waist, pulling the man closer to him and groaned slightly when he felt the blonde's half-hard erection twitch against his stomach. "Miss me?" he teased, teething the sensitive skin of his lover's earlobe.
"You leave for too long," Wolfram complained, grinding in Yuuri's lap. "We can only do so much here without you. Gwendal was complaining yesterday that you need to hurry up and marry me so I can start signing your papers while you're away."
Dark hair fell back in stark contrast to the red copper tub as Yuuri laughed aloud. "That sounds like him!" he chuckled, his laughs morphing into groans as the blonde pressed kisses against his suntanned throat.
"But I miss you, too," the swordsman continued pouting, kissing the tan line on Yuuri's skin where his baseball jersey didn't cover it. "I can only manage without you for so long," he pouted some more, wrapping his arms around his lover's neck.
"Why Lord von Bielefeld, are you saying that you get... urges?" Yuuri teased, his hands sliding down to knead Wolfram's ass, pulling the slender man into his body. The blonde gasped as intimate flesh met, grinding his hips against the young king's harder.
"When it comes to you, I lose my damn mind."
Yuuri chuckled and wrapped his arms tight around the body in his lap, pulling Wolfram close to him and burying his nose in the crook of the blonde's neck. "Gods, I've missed you, Wolf," he swore, nuzzling the pale column.
"Like I said, you leave for too long," Wolfram replied, running his fingers through the sweat-damp strands of black, smiling to himself as his fiancee held him close. While Yuuri continued to inhale the clean scent of Wolfram's washed skin, the wet blonde soaked a cloth into the soapy water and rubbed the suds across the wide expanse of Yuuri's back and shoulders, enjoying the slick feel of the dark-haired man's skin under his fingertips. He felt Yuuri's contented sighs as he continued to rub and loosen the tightened muscles, and loved the way that the king seemed to melt against his body. He lathered the dark locks on his shoulder as he felt lips caress his neck again, bursting into very undignified giggles when Yuuri nibbled on a sensitive spot just under his ear. In revenge, the blonde reached over the edge and poured part of the contents of a pitcher of clean water over his lover's head, watching him jump from the cooler temperature of the water compared to the bathtub.
"Wolf?" Yuuri asked as Wolfram motioned for him to stand, the blonde pouring the clean water over his skin, the suds sliding down into the tub.
"Hmn?"
"Why did you have those poor maids drag a tub of water here?" the Maou asked, watching the blonde's smirk.
"Because I don't think either of us could last the walk down the hall," Wolfram replied, winking seductively (and a little too much like his mother, Yuuri reflected) before tipping the rest of the pitcher over his head. Onyx eyes watched the water trickle down alabaster skin, rivulets dancing around and over well-formed swordsman muscles.
"Close your mouth, Yuuri: You're drooling."
Yuuri flicked droplets of water across Wolfram's cheekbone, making the blonde laugh at the silliness of the gesture. The dark-haired king took his lover into his arms, pressing a fleeting kiss against his green-eyed lover's nose. "I have something for you."
Blonde eyebrows knitted in confusion, and Yuuri led him to the bed, rummaging through his pants pockets before withdrawing a clenched hand. The two betrothed sat together on the end of the bed, and the king opened his hand, holding its contents out towards the swordsman.
In Yuuri's hand was a silver band, and Wolfram picked it up to look at it. He turned it over in his fingers and three recessed gems sparkling in the faint light: two rubies flanking a dark sapphire. "What is this?" the demon asked, looking at the dark-haired king.
"In my world, when two people get engaged, the m- the one who proposes gives the other a diamond ring... but I couldn't afford one, so I got this one." Onyx eyes met emerald ones. "I've been saving up some money for a while. Do you like it?"
Wolfram looked back down at the small circle between his fingers. This was a public symbol of their relationship: while the keep knew, the people didn't. It meant that Yuuri really wanted to marry him, erasing all the hurtful things he used to say about them both being men.
He was thrilled and scared to death at the same time.
"Wolf?"
The swordsman smiled at his fiancee, sliding the ring on his left ring finger. "I love it, Yuuri."
A smile graced the king's face and he framed the pale face with his tanned hands. "And I love you," the dark-haired man replied, pressing their lips together in the night's first true kiss. It was soft and gentle, the way this first precious kiss always was; lips softly brushing against one another. Later tonight, they'd be all over each other, rampant lust thrumming through their veins and mingling with their young blood--but right now they were both savoring the feel of a lover who had returned after being gone for far too long.
The soft kisses turned more passionate, but still remained at their slow, gentle level as Wolfram and Yuuri made their way up towards the pillows. Yuuri watched as blonde hair feathered against a pristine white pillow, those gorgeous emerald eyes staring back up at him, shining with complete trust and love. It was a look very few were given: Yuuri had only seen the blonde look with such emotion at his mother, his brothers (although he'd never admit it) and their daughter. The king always felt honored to be able to see such a side to Wolfram, especially when it was juxtaposed next to his normal rough behavior.
The dark-haired man took his fiancee's left hand, raising it to his lips to press a kiss against the silver ring on the swordsman's slender fingers. A faint blush graced Wolfram's cheeks, and Yuuri smiled down at him, lacing their fingers together. The blonde's wrapped his free arm around Yuuri's waist, pulling him close as soft lips met his, a questing tongue slipping in to meet the other.
Hands and lips wandered over bodies, touching, tasting, caressing. The two were relearning one another's bodies, rememorizing the taste and scent and feel of skin. Yuuri smiled when he licked at one of Wolfram's dusky pink nipples, enjoying the way the swordsman's fingers dug into his shoulders--and extremely enjoyed the cold feel of metal against his skin. He clamped his mouth around the nipple, sucking and nibbling at the tightened nub, wrapping his arms around the blonde's waist when Wolfram bucked up against him, gasping. A hand slid up to mercilessly tease the other as he continued his assault on the prince's senses.
Wolfram knew he was moaning, but he didn't care. The oak doors were heavy, and the stone walls were thick; and what Yuuri was doing to him felt so damn good. Whenever he tried to recreate the experience during Yuuri's absences, it was pleasurable, but never as intense. It was like little jolts from Anissina's failed inventions all over his body, pooling just below his stomach. The blonde felt himself twitching from the pleasure, his fingers digging into the mop of dark hair that was brushing against his skin. Even just the faint brush of Yuuri's strands over his skin was a huge turn-on at this state.
And Yuuri's hands... They just wouldn't stay still. He couldn't see them, which only served to heighten the experience, as they oh-so-barely brushed over his stomach and his legs, not touching the one part of him that craved touch most. The heat from Yuuri's skin traveled the bare millimeters to soak into his, the minute hairs on his skin standing on end, ready to absorb any and all stimuli.
Yuuri was careful to make sure that every time Wolfram's hips thrust upwards he moved as well, making sure to deny his lover the tiniest bit of relief. He knew from experience that the more the blonde was allowed to build up, the higher he would spiral when the finally achieved orgasm. He enjoyed the way the swordsman was making those sexy little noises as he kissed his way down Wolfram's stomach, making sure his shoulder didn't come into any contact with the throbbing erection protruding from the body below him. He spared a look down at his lover's manhood; precum glistened on the head, dripping down onto Wolfram's pale lower stomach and pooling just above the blonde curls of pubic hair. He kissed just a little further down, his tongue snaking out to lick at the sticky clear liquid, groaning slightly at the familiar missed taste of his lover.He spared a look up at Wolfram, finding the dark emerald orbs stained dark with lust, the slender fingers pushing down against his head, urging him on. Yuuri grinned wickedly, knowing his lover was not expecting what he was next planning.
Wolfram tried to scream but his throat was clenched tight when Yuuri, without preamble and as if he had been doing it for years, took his erection completely into his hot, wet mouth. He swore he blacked out momentarily from the sudden sensory flood, and oh gods was Yuuri's tongue so talented, flitting over ever single inch of tortured skin. Words spilled from his mouth, unchecked and faint due to the lack of oxygen in his system.
"Ooh, fuck, shit, Yuuri...!"
The Maou heard the prince's soft moans, wincing slightly at the grip the blonde had on his hair. He slid his lips down just a fraction, pushing Wolf's cock a little deeper down his throat and suppressing his gag reflex. With every swipe of his tongue, more of Wolfram's taste spread over his taste buds, salty but oh so delicious. His hands were running over the soft skin of the blonde's thighs, and he moaned around the cock in his mouth, enjoying the way his fiancee cried out from the vibrations.
"Yuuri, please- please!" Wolfram begged shamelessly, not caring about the image he had constructed falling around his ears. Besides, who else had to know what went on behind closed doors? He knew Yuuri didn't discuss such supremely private matters with anyone; even Conrad wasn't told such things. And HE wasn't whispering into anyone's ears--much to his mother's (shudder!) dismay.
The wet clinging heat left his skin, and he moaned in disappointment, hearing Yuuri laugh at him. He opened his to see the king stretched over, rummaging for the oil they kept in their bedside drawers; the muscles in his arms and chest well defined, and the swordsman couldn't help but run his hands over them.
Yuuri felt warm hands on his stomach as his fingers snagged the vial of oil, the pools of warm touch sliding around his torso and pulling him down onto the blonde for a kiss. He felt well-manicured fingernails scrape down his back as he twined his own fingers into the mop of golden hair below him, his tongue plundering the offered mouth.
Their first time back together was always like this, too: Wolf being submissive and enjoying the sensation of just letting go, Yuuri dominating and enjoying making his fiancee going bat shit. It had been the same their very first time, too; later they'd alternate top and bottom, and their couplings would be more about passion and need and lust. Right now was a reaffirmation of their bond.
It was coming home.
The two parted, panting for breath, and watched as Yuuri unstoppered their bottle, spreading a generous amount of the cool slickness over his fingers. Wolfram opened his legs, and two pairs of eyes watched oil-covered fingers slide between their bodies. Yuuri began kissing and nibbling the side of the blonde's neck as his fingers circled the small, tight hole, spreading the oil onto pale skin. He gently slid a finger into the tight body, moaning at the tightness around the digit. The blonde groaned in return, his fingernails digging into the muscles on his lover's back as he felt the finger probe and his body stretch around the invasion. A second finger joined the first, spreading the oil around as the callused digits gently massaged his body from the inside.
Wolfram's body bucked when Yuuri's fingers hooked inside him to graze his prostate, electric jolts shooting through his body. He was so aroused it physically ached. He thought he was going to split in two, dying from the overload of pleasure wracking his frame. And Yuuri thoroughly enjoyed the panting, gasping noises he was getting his lover to make, a primeval male part of his psyche crowing that he was the one that was making the man go nuts. He could hear profanities and pleas slip from the kiss-bruised pink lips between pants, and finally decided to give in to the prince's request.
As gently as he could, Yuuri slid his fingers out of Wolfram's body, reaching for the oil again. He poured a puddle in his hands before sliding it over his own cock, hissing at the cold feeling on his inflamed flesh. He stroked himself a few times, the oil heating up from the friction. Wolfram held his arms up, twining them around Yuuri's neck as the dark-haired man settled between his spread legs. The head of Yuuri's cock pressed against his entrance, and the organ slowly slid into his body. Yuuri held himself static for a bit, letting the blonde's body adjust to the stretch of penetration. He rained kisses all over Wolfram's face, whispering sweet nothings into the delicate shell of the swordman's ear until the blonde was arching up against him.
Mouths met as Yuuri slowly nudged himself deeper into the man beneath him. Slender legs came up to wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper into the warmth and causing the blonde's body to tighten around Yuuri's. The Maou groaned, his hands sliding under the swordsman's hips, lifting the willing body up against his. Wolfram gasped as he felt his lover's cock prod his prostate with ever long slow stroke into his body. The initial pain had taken some of the edge off his arousal, but it was now back full force. Wolfram pulled Yuuri down for a hot kiss, their tongues battling for dominance as lust clouded their thoughts and dominated their movements.
The fingers on Wolfram's hips dug into the skin there; he'd have bruises there in the morning, but right now all he could concentrate on was the amazing feeling of Yuuri pounding into his body. He lifted his hips into each thrust, trying to get as much stimulation as possible. Their kiss broke with the desperate need of air and the two buried their faces in one another's shoulders, panting hotly against sweat-slicked skin.
It took amazing self-control not to cum deep inside Wolfram's body as soon as he slid into he warm welcoming heat, but he somehow managed to do it. Propping himself up above Wolfram, he reached a hand around the blonde's body to wrap his fingers around the stiff dick rubbing at his stomach. He slid his hand up and down the shaft, watching his lover spaz from the overload of sensation. Wolfram's body tightened around his, and Yuuri gasped, thrusting harder into the blonde, watching the lust blossom in those emerald depths. He could feel the length in his hand growing harder and longer, knew his lover was getting close from the way he was crying and cursing, it wouldn't take long to make him cum, just a few-- more-- thrusts--
Wolfram felt himself being thrown over the edge, with only those deep onyx eyes saving him, engulfing his entire being. He came with a choked cry, his breath catching in his throat as his body shivered from the climax. Streams of pearly white shot over their stomachs, spilling over the fingers of Yuuri's fist. The sudden rippling tightness around his cock and the warm heat on his hand, the knowledge of his lover's satisfaction, gave the dark-haired man the out he so desperately needed. He thrust into the constricting tightness once, twice, throwing his head back and crying out Wolfram's name as he came as well, his seed pulsing deep within the welcoming body.
His arms gave out and he found himself crashing into Wolf's embrace, the two of them sticky with sweat and spent cum, their panting attempts at normal breathing chilling their swiftly-cooling skin. Their breathing calmed enough for a lazy kisses, flashes of tongue sneaking in when they had to stop for breath. After a few minutes of post-coital bliss, Yuuri gently slid his limp cock out of the blonde, rolling off the bed to dip a rag into the cold soapy bathwater so they could somewhat clean up. The dark-haired man padded back to the bed after quickly wiping himself down, running the cool cloth over the swordman's sweaty shoulders and chest before wiping up the semen adorning the pale stomach and dripping between his legs.
Once the blonde was reasonably clean, the king tossed the soiled rag over his shoulder, hearing it miss its target (the tub) with a wet splat against stone floors. Wolfram was still in somewhat of a daze, his body twitching slightly as Yuuri climbed into bed and pulled the covers over them both. The dark-haired man took his lover into his arms, kissing his forehead.
"You know, if you would just masturbate while I'm away, you won't be so wound up all the time," Yuuri teased his fiancee.
Wolfram, in return, nuzzled the tanned throat and grinned against the darkened skin. "Why should I, when you'll do all the work when you get back?"
An aftershock of pleasure shivered down Wolfram's back, and Yuuri ran a calming hand down the sweat-damp back. "So I take it you enjoyed yourself?"
"Yes, you arrogant wimp," came the already-sleepy remark.
The Maou chuckled: The venom had gone out of his lover's remarks long ago, leaving them with the teasing name calling. For the sake of appearances and all that, after all. He pressed another kiss against Wolf's forehead. "Sleep, love."
"The maids are coming for the tub soon," Wolfram protested half-heartedly, wrapping his arms around the other's waist.
"The maids have seen us sleeping before."
"But they don't usually come in when we're naked."
"Wolf, screw the maids."
"... Cheater."
"Go. To. Sleep. We can deal with the maids tomorrow."
The reply from the blonde was a noncommittal half-grunt. Yuuri looked down at the man his arms, blonde strands dancing across flushed cheeks and closed eyes. He brushed the locks out of Wolfram's face, watching his lover sleep until his eyelids began drooping as well. He tried--and failed horribly--to suppress a yawn, and pulled the warm body next to him flush with his.
Wolfram stirred slightly, emerald eyes opening to crescent moons underneath black eyelashes. "I love you, Yuuri."
Yuuri smiled back at the honest statement. He didn't get to hear it from the blonde as much as he wanted, but hearing it period was better than nothing. He leaned in and brushed a feather soft kiss against Wolfram's mouth. "I love you too, Wolf."
"I know."
Yuuri chuckled, stroking the blonde's hair as the two lovers fell asleep in one another's arms once again.
This... This was coming home.
