Caution: Hot, steamy lemon (quite graphic, I believe) and dirty talking in the latter half of this chapter. Which is, of course, what many of you have been waiting for, ne? Now, enjoy the last chapter (3x as long! Should have made it at least 2 separate chapters, but I said it would be in this chapter, so here it is) of Pigs Will Fly.
"Man, how long have I been out?" Yuuri asked, noticing the sun had almost disappeared behind the trees.
"A few hours," Wolfram replied.
Things had become relatively normal again, for which Yuuri was very grateful; such drastic changes scared him. It was hard enough that his mind was, for some reason, suddenly very open (not to mention very encouraging) about a relationship with Wolfram. He didn't think he'd be able to handle anymore weird personality changes from the blonde.
Yuuri 'Mmm'ed in response and watched as Wolfram set about getting wood from the trees around the clearing to start a fire. He'd never noticed before how graceful Wolfram's movements were, even just walking. He found himself enraptured, watching Wolfram's profile as he stood for a moment, searching for some good wood. For a few brief seconds, before the sun completely disappeared below the line of the trees, it shrouded the prince in mystifying beauty, transforming his blonde hair into a golden halo, highlighting the angles of his face with red, orange, and gold, as if from inside by the flames he controlled, and shining through the outward curve of his eye above the vivid green, making his eyes seem almost transparent, glowing. He watched as he lifted an elegant hand to gently push the hair out of his face, cracking a minuscule, weak smile, with eyes downcast. Suddenly, Yuuri was hit with the sorrow, the loneliness, that somehow made it all even more beautiful, yet… still made him so sad he ached. But after those few seconds that seemed an eternity, the sun disappeared for the night, taking with it the strange clarity and eerie beauty.
But it was enough to get his mind started again, noticing every little movement that his fiancé made. He got a nice view of his perfect little butt as he bent down to light the bundle of wood he'd gathered and found himself licking his lips and reaching out as if to grab it. When he realized this, he quickly dropped his hands, face burning in horror.
When Wolfram finished lighting the fire, he straightened and walked back over to Yuuri, oblivious. "Well, since the tent only has room for one, I'll sleep out here," Wolfram said reluctantly, not even trying to hide the fact that he didn't want to.
Yuuri found himself panicking, not wanting to lose the chance of having the blonde in his bed tonight. "No!" he shouted.
"What, you actually want to sleep outside, then? Because if you want to, then be my guest."
Yuuri started to respond, but the words 'be my guest' kept ringing in his head, his brain associating them to ravishing a certain blonde, in a scene in a certain dream. He broke off whatever it was he'd been about to say with a harsh inhalation of breath. Oh God, they definitely had to be separated tonight; Yuuri was acting like an animal in heat!
"Um, no, I mean, would you really sleep outside?"
He shrugged, giving Yuuri a suspicious look. That was obviously not what he'd been going to say. Why was he acting so weird today? "I've done it before, when I'm out with the troops sometimes."
"Oh. Well, okay," Yuuri said shakily.
Wolfram gave him another strange look before walking past him to rummage around in his saddle bags, right behind Yuuri.
"Wh-What are you doing?" he stuttered, his body temperature jumping a few degrees, with Wolfram so close.
"What are you talking about? I'm just getting what I need for the night out of my saddle bag. Jeez, what's up with you Yuuri, you're such a weirdo," he said, apparently finding what he was looking for, since he walked off again.
Yuuri felt himself sigh in a mixture of intense relief and severe disappointment, but which feeling was stronger, he couldn't tell. Ok, fine, he admitted he was attracted to Wolfram, after all, he is very beautiful…hot…totally sexy. Anyway! He was attracted to him, but he wasn't in love with him, alright? No way, he wasn't gay. (It didn't occur to him that being attracted to guys in the first place would usually get him classified as gay.)
But…here, it wasn't a bad thing, right? Men were together all the time, right? And the whole kingdom already knew about them being engaged and no one had come out and protested, as people would have in his world. So…maybe it was ok? I don't know! This is way too confusing for a simpleton like me, Yuuri groaned in his mind, dropping his head to his hands.
He decided to walk over to the fire, to just sit and think. As he plopped down across from Wolfram, it didn't enter his mind that the object of his torment was right there with him until he spoke, making him jump slightly.
"So, what happened to that 'twisted ankle' you had, Yuuri?" Wolfram asked with a smirk.
"Huh? Oh! I dunno, it seems to be better now," he said, experimentally rolling it from side to side, to find it in no pain anymore.
"Was it even twisted in the first place, or were you just looking for an excuse to be all over me?"
Yuuri turned bright red, but he managed a sarcastic reply. "Yes, Wolfram, I planned to fall and hurt my ankle and I planned to pass out humiliatingly. You hit it right on the head."
"I thought so," Wolfram said smugly with a grin.
Yuuri rolled his eyes before they fell into another companionable silence, during which Yuuri, of course, took advantage of the moment to study his companion without distractions.
"Yuuri?"
"Hmm?" he answered distractedly.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Yeah, sure," he said, switching his attention to the words coming out of the blonde's mouth instead of the mouth itself.
"Why do you keep looking at me like you're going to eat me?"
Yuuri choked. "Wh-What!" Apparently Wolfram had noticed this time. Damn, he should learn to be a little more subtle.
"Yeah, you've been doing that all day. I can't quite tell if it's a good thing or not, but either way, it's kinda creepy." The prince was smirking full force, having fun showing up his fiancé.
Ok, so maybe he'd noticed all day but had waited until now to finally ask about it. Well, he really shouldn't be surprised; he hadn't been trying to hide it at the moments when he was staring, only afterwards, when he realized what he'd been doing.
"Um, yeah, about that…Do I really have to answer that, Wolfram?" he whined.
"I suppose not," he replied, smiling slightly.
Yuuri sighed in relief. Then he coughed, getting a face full of smoke. Now he saw why Wolfram sat on the other side of the fire. He got up and joined him, plopping down and sprawling out next to the blonde. Hey, this way he wouldn't be staring at him constantly, either!
"But do tell me one thing," Wolfram said, his expression more serious now.
"What?"
"Looking at me doesn't make you think of my brother, does it?"
"Your bro-? Oh. Wolf, you and Conrad are so different, I don't see why you'd even think there would be a connection between me looking at you and thinking of Conrad."
"Well, I've see the look you get in your eyes! And it doesn't take a genius to realize that you're infatuated with that Weller-kyo!"
Yuuri was taken aback, looking over at his friend. "That's what's been bothering you?" he asked incredulously. Then he started to laugh.
"Hey, what's so funny?" he shouted indignantly.
Yuuri threw an arm across his shoulders. "You, my friend."
"What? What did I do that would be considered even remotely funny!" he demanded.
Yuuri shrugged. "Nothing." He smiled. "You worry too much," he murmured, and, arm still around his shoulders, he pulled him closer and placed a quick, soft kiss on his fiancé's cheek.
Wolfram slowly brought a hand up to touch where Yuuri's lips had just been, a light sprinkling of pink on his cheeks, making Yuuri grin. "You're so cute."
The Mazoku prince turned his head to look at Yuuri in disbelief. "Who are you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Who are you?" Wolfram demanded, standing up and drawing his sword menacingly.
"Wolfram! It's me! Jeez, what are you doing!" he yelped as he dodged a close swing of the blonde's sword.
"There's no way you're Yuuri! Yuuri would never kiss me on the cheek and call me…cute! Who are you!" he shouted, eyes burning.
Yuuri's face took on a strange expression. "Oh God, I really did do that, didn't I? Wolf, it's really me, ok?"
But Wolfram had already sheathed his sword. "Yeah, no one else would even try to copy that idiotic expression you get when you realize you've done something."
"Why do you always call me an idiot?" Yuuri whined.
When Wolfram didn't answer, he looked over to find him sitting down next to him again, gazing into the fire.
His eyes softened. "I'm sorry, Wolf, I didn't mean to."
"I know! And that's the problem Yuuri! You did it, but you didn't mean it."
"I'll try to make it up to you somehow, ok?" he said desperately, hating to see Wolfram so upset.
But the blonde snorted. "Yeah right. Fat chance of that happening. There's only one way you could do that and I don't think you're up for that, are you Yuuri?" he asked coolly, giving him a lewd look so that he'd know exactly what he was talking about.
Yuuri, catching on, choked again. "Um…"
Wolfram smiled bitterly. "Forget it Yuuri, just go to bed, please."
He was going to protest, but then realized it would probably be best for both of them. "Ok. Good night Wolfram."
"Yeah, if you say so, Yuuri."
Yuuri walked silently back to the tent and got ready to go to sleep. After changing into his pajamas and brushing his teeth, he lay in bed and closed his eyes, ready to go to sleep.
…And he was still ready to go to sleep 3 hours later, but sadly, sleep was evading him. He felt oddly…alone. After thinking a while about why that would be, he stopped altogether. No way. He most certainly had NOT become so accustomed to Wolfram sleeping with him that he couldn't sleep without him. Damn it!
He crawled out of the tent quietly and saw Wolfram's sleeping roll by the dying fire.
"Psst! Wolfram! You awake?" he whispered, not wanting to wake him if he wasn't.
"No," Wolfram grumbled irritably into the pillow his face was buried in.
"Wolf, do you wanna come sleep in here?"
"What?" he asked, confused, sitting up now. "Why?"
"I don't like you sleeping out here," Yuuri muttered, refusing to look at the blonde.
"And why would that be?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow.
"Well, um, it's cold out here, you know?" In truth, it really wasn't that cold. And Wolfram called him on that.
"I'm fine Yuuri, it's not that cold. Now cut the bull, what do you want?"
"I just don't like you sleeping out here," he said again, fidgeting.
"That's a one person tent. There are two of us."
Yuuri shrugged. "Well, we sleep together every night in the palace…"
"Yeah, and you always try to kick me out. Why the sudden change of heart?"
"I can't sleep without you there," he mumbled, so quietly that Wolfram couldn't understand a word.
"If you're going to talk to me, could you please talk so I can understand you?" he said exasperatedly.
"I said 'I can't sleep without you there'!" he shouted.
Wolfram looked shocked, then he smirked. "You could have just said so in the first place, no need to shout at me," he said, looking smug, before grabbing his pillow and walking over to Yuuri. He made shooing motions with his hand. "Get it, come on, I wanna get to sleep."
Yuuri, still bright red, crawled in and settled down on one side of the tent, waiting for Wolfram to come in, which he soon did, settling on his side, facing Yuuri. There was a mumbled good night before the blonde's bright green eyes were closed and a few minutes later he was snoring softly.
Yuuri, on the other hand, was busy studying Wolfram's face. He looked so peaceful, so cute, while he slept. And his hair, as unruly as it was, still looked so soft. It wouldn't hurt to touch it and find out, right? Nah, of course not. He reached out to briefly run his fingers through it, but Wolfram sighed, and rolled over, facing away from Yuuri now.
But as he got smacked in the head as the blonde turned back around, he remembered what he'd forgotten; Wolfram was a freaking windmill when he slept. After getting hit and kicked a few more times, Wolfram turned away from him again, making him relatively safer. But there was no way he was going to sleep with this; they weren't in his big bed at home, where he could scoot to the other end, they were in a small, cramped tent. So he did what he could think of to do: he held him down.
When the blonde got into a normal sleeping position on his side, Yuuri pounced on the opportunity. He slipped an arm around his waist and the other underneath his neck, gently holding the other boy's arms close to his chest, while he twined their legs together tightly, holding him in a spooning position. He sighed in relief when Wolfram stopped moving. But the sudden restriction of his movement woke up the blonde.
"What? Yuuri?" he mumbled sleepily. "What are you doing?"
"I'm holding you so you don't kill me while we sleep," Yuuri said, as if this was the most natural thing in the world.
"Oh, ok." Apparently, to Wolfram's sleepy mind as well, this was natural, for Yuuri, his very reluctant fiancé, to be embracing him so intimately. But soon, as the heat started flowing through his body, he began to wake up and realize that this wasn't normal. But then again, it wasn't like he was going to complain, he'd take what he could get.
Meanwhile, Yuuri found that this position made it even less likely for him to sleep, with Wolfram's tight, lithe body pressed fully against him. Although, this sleepless night would be much less painful and quite a bit more pleasant. Then again, maybe it wouldn't be as pleasant as he'd first thought, because it was making his body ache with wanting.
Yuuri found himself burying his face in the back of Wolfram's neck as he took a deep breath. As he did so, an intoxicating scent slammed into his brain. His eyes rolled and he got light headed. This was strangely familiar. Inhaling again, he groaned out, "Oh God."
"Y-Yuuri?" Wolfram stuttered. What in the world was Yuuri doing back there!
Yuuri ignored him as he sniffed again.
"Yuuri, are you…smelling me!" he asked disbelievingly.
"Yeah," he mumbled, and then it clicked. This scent, he'd smelled it already today. "Oh, that's it!" he muttered.
"What's it? Yuuri, you're being weird again and it's creeping me out," Wolfram said,
"That flower. You smell like that flower. Mmm, really nice," he said, continuing to take in the scent of his fiancé.
"What flower are you talking about?"
"Oh, a flower I found when we were lost. It was really pretty, purple."
Wolfram stiffened. "Yuuri, did it look like a rose?"
"Yeah! It did! You're so smart!" Yuuri praised, sounding like he was drunk.
"Oh shit," he muttered. Then he realized something. "But wait, that doesn't make sense."
"What? Is there something special about this flower?" he asked, kissing along Wolfram's neck.
The blonde gasped. "Yuuri! Stop that!" When Yuuri obediently did as he was told, he continued. "Yes, there is something special about that flower. It's said that it triggers you to act out your deepest, darkest desire, that it'll take down all inhibitions to get what you want. But…that doesn't make sense that it would smell like me; it's supposed to smell like what it is that you want."
"Sounds right to me," Yuuri said huskily, suddenly right at his ear. He ran his tongue slowly, sensually, along the shell of that ear before whispering, "I want you Wolfram. I want you so much it hurts."
Wolfram felt himself whimper before he could stop himself. This was wrong. There had to be some mistake; Yuuri didn't want him. Oh, but it felt so good and he'd been waiting so long. He let his head fall back to give Yuuri better access as he trailed kisses from his ear to his jaw line, paying special attention to a sensitive spot just below his jaw.
No! He had to stop this. "Y-ah!-Yuuri!" he gasped as the black haired boy nipped lightly at his neck. "Yuuri! Stop!" he said, forcibly pulling up his head.
He was met with clouded dark eyes, the pupils large enough to almost cover any trace of an iris. "Why do you make me stop, Wolfram," he pouted seductively.
The blonde groaned. "Yuuri, please don't do that. It's hard enough!"
"What is?" he asked, with a lewd grin.
Wolfram flushed. "Yuuri! Stop that! I'm trying to talk to you! This is wrong. Something must be screwed up, I know it's not me that you want. And you're not yourself."
"Yes I am, I'm just horny as hell."
"I'm serious!"
"So am I!" When Wolfram just glared at him, Yuuri sighed and released his hold on the prince so he could turn towards him. "Wolfram, why are you so convinced that I don't want you?"
"Because it's true! You don't like guys, and if you did, you'd rather have Weller-kyo over me," he said, dropping his gaze.
"That again? Why are you so stuck on that? I don't like your brother like that. He's like a father or an older brother. That would be gross."
"But!"
"But…?" Yuuri coaxed.
"I heard you murmur his name while you were sleeping earlier," he said bitterly. "And it was obviously a nice dream you were having, if you get what I mean."
Yeah, Yuuri obviously got it, since he started blushing furiously. "Look, Wolfram, I don't remember the dream, but I'm sure that it wasn't like that, I mean-" He stopped as suddenly the whole dream played out in his mind, as if in fast-forward. And it was the whole thing this time, not just pornographic snippets. But it slowed down as he heard the conversation between them before the dream veered off to the weird end.
"Oh, that? I just realized that I love you."
"You…you love me?"
"Yeah, I love you Wolf."
And, it had been true. It still was true. So true that his heart felt as if it would burst if he didn't tell him.
"I remember it now, Wolf!" he cried happily.
"What?"
"The dream, I remember it! It was about you, not Conrad. Conrad just showed up at…er, a bad time and I was confused about why he was talking about squirrels and pillows."
"You mean, you dreamt about me…like that?" Wolfram asked tentatively, cheeks dusted pink.
"Uh huh," Yuuri said, unembarrassed. Man, if all it took to be able to tell Wolfram about this was smelling some flower, maybe he should do it more often. "And you were so hot, Wolf," he murmured huskily, leaning back down to suckle lightly on the pale skin of his neck, making the blonde cry out. "You're performing just as beautifully now, too. At least, you would be if you would stop talking so much," he chuckled lowly.
"But Yuuri, this isn't like you," Wolfram panted.
Yuuri pulled away for a moment. "You make me this way. You and you alone. You make me so horny that I just can't contain myself."
"But still…"
"Hey, you said it yourself, all inhibitions are gone. The only reason I didn't realize it before was because I refused to believe that I was attracted to a guy."
"Realize what?"
He leaned back in, whispering, "I love you, Wolfram von Bielefeld."
Wolfram hurriedly pulled back the boy's head so he could look at his face. Seeing the soft smile and sincere eyes, he felt pretty sure that he wasn't lying. But he had to be sure. He leaned over and pressed his lips against Yuuri's, who responded back gently. Yes, this was the Yuuri he knew, this kindness and tenderness. But then again, now that he knew this wasn't some mistake or cruel joke, he didn't exactly mind this new domineering Yuuri either. He let him know that by applying more pressure, letting Yuuri deepen the kiss, silently giving him permission to do as he wanted. A velvety tongue swept into his mouth and brushed against his, sending sparks shooting through his body. He found himself moaning into the kiss. Gods, how he'd been waiting for this, longing for this.
Yuuri pulled away, murmuring his newfound lover's name, watching tenderly as he slowly opened his beautiful green eyes to look up at him. "Are you satisfied with my answer now?"
A nod was all he got in return.
He gave him a feral grin. "Good."
"Yuuri?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you too. Now would you please shut up? I'm tired of waiting."
"Of course. I will now continue with your consented molestation and-mmphf!" He was shut up forcibly by Wolfram's tongue suddenly in his mouth. It wasn't as though he minded this method of shushing him; it was much more preferable to the being smacked upside the head option. Much, much, more.
When they parted again for air, breathing ragged, Yuuri left the prince's lips to trail down his neck once more, finding it to be a very sensitive area. He lavished each inch of skin with attention from his lips, teeth, and tongue. When he reached the junction of Wolfram's shoulder and his neck, he bit down roughly, marking what was his, and making the blonde cry out, arching his back at the intense sensation of both pleasure and pain, finding he liked this roughhousing. His fingers threaded through strands of midnight black hair as he murmured, "Yuuri…"
"Wolf?"
Wolfram sighed. "What now Yuuri? Can't you just get on with it and screw me!" he asked, frustrated that he wasn't getting what he wanted (a good screw from Yuuri) right when he wanted it (NOW!).
He chuckled. "I like that Wolf cub," he said lowly in his ear, giving it another nip. "Why don't you talk dirty to me a little more, hmm?" He brushed teasingly against the bulge he found beneath that ridiculous pink nightgown.
Wolfram gasped sharply. "Yuuri!"
"You're a little anxious, aren't you?" he said, refusing to touch him, even as Wolfram looked up at him with those pleading green eyes that almost made his resolve crumble.
He groaned, closing his eyes and descending to the blonde's collarbone, pushing the pink nightie off his shoulder with his nose as he dragged his tongue across his skin. "Wolf, can I take this off?"
He nodded. "Yes! Please!" he panted.
"Do you have any idea how sexy you sound?" he asked, as he brought up the nightgown inch by slow, torturous inch.
"Yuuri! Hurry!" he pleaded breathily. And the young Maou finally consented, getting the blonde to raise his arms so he could slip it over his head.
Yuuri was silent except for his increasingly ragged breathing as he studied the body soon revealed to him in all its glory. All that soft, pale skin, completely bare, just begging to be touched, to be felt, by his hands only. Wolfram was posed with his arms still above his head, face turned to the side with eyes screwed shut in embarrassment and a dusting of pink across his cheeks.
"Don't worry Wolf, I'll soon give you what you want," he crooned, as he bent over the beautiful body before him. He saw his arousal twitch in anticipation. "See, you like it when I talk dirty too, don't you?" he said coyly, fingering a pink nipple. He took Wolfram's loud cry as a yes. "And lucky for us, you get to be as loud as you want out here, because I'm going to make you scream."
"Oh God Yuuri," he moaned loudly. "I can't take much more of that, I want you to pleasure me with actions, not dirty words." He leaned up to whisper in Yuuri's ear, "Please, make me scream." He took the lobe in his mouth and suckled it gently.
Yuuri moaned softly. Wolfram was making it harder and harder to tease him, which he supposed was the point. But still…he wanted to have his fun! He sighed. Fine, he'd cut back a little.
"Alright, as you wish," he murmured, bringing his lips down to the hard nub he'd been playing with with his fingers. He circled his tongue around it, lightly grazing his teeth against it before soothing it with his tongue once more, delighting in the sounds the blonde made. He pulled at the other one with his hand before ditching both and licking, kissing, and nipping his way down to Wolfram's navel. He circled his bellybutton with his tongue, catching the way the blonde's breathing hitched for a moment, before continuing down…further than he was sure Wolfram wanted him to as he paid attention to milky thighs.
"Yuuri, please!" he moaned, tears of frustration starting to well in his eyes.
"Oh my, we can't have you upset, I'm sorry," he came back up to kiss the lone tear that managed to fall. "Here, is this better?" he asked, finally, finally grasping the blonde's erection firmly, stroking up and down slowly.
"Yes, yes, oh yes," Wolfram moaned, eyes screwed shut once more and head thrown back in wanton abandon. Yuuri felt himself twitch, looking at the sensuous display. Something this beautiful, this arousing, shouldn't be possible. If he wanted to, he could easily cum just watching the boy. He twirled his thumb around the head, making Wolfram toss his head and cry out.
Alright, time to end round one. He slowly slithered back down the blonde's body, but he didn't notice, distracted by Yuuri's hand. But his eyes snapped open when there was suddenly a warm, wet mouth engulfing him almost to the hilt. He let out a low, guttural groan fisting his hands in Yuuri's hair, not able to stop himself from thrusting slightly. But Yuuri, anticipating this, moved back with him, so as not to get himself choked. He almost completely withdrew his mouth before coming back to swallow him again, as far as he could. He continued this, sometimes stopping briefly to drag his tongue along the main vein or to swirl his tongue around the head, keeping his eyes up and watching Wolfram's face the whole time. "Oh, oh, oh, Yuuri, yes, oh, God, oh! Oh! Yuuri! I'm! YUURI!" he screamed, toes curling and eyes rolling back in his head as he released.
The young king caught whatever he couldn't in his mouth with his fingers. He raised his head and swallowed, never losing eye contact with Wolfram after he opened those brilliant emerald eyes, still dark with lust. He made sure the blonde watched as he sensuously licked each finger to make sure he got every last drop of Wolfram. The prince moaned, watching the display. It should be wrong, disgusting even, but hell if it wasn't turning him on again!
"Now, you know you're not done yet, right?"
Wolfram looked up at him, head tilted to the side cutely in slight confusion.
"I still haven't had my prize yet."
Looking down, Wolfram saw the huge tent in Yuuri's still present pajama pants, although his shirt had gotten lost somewhere along the way. "Yuuri, darling," he purred, pushing him down so he could crawl on top of him. "Why are these still here? It's not fair for me to be prancing around naked while you still have these on," he pouted, sliding them down his legs. He crawled back over the black-haired Maou seductively. "Yuuri," he murmured. "Can I ask you a favor? Something I can't do myself."
"Anything," Yuuri rumbled huskily, overtaken by arousal now.
"I want you to fuck me," he whispered.
Yuuri's eyes widened comically at Wolfram's use of language. "Oh God, Wolf, my pleasure," he groaned, pushing Wolfram back to the ground.
"Here, suck," he said, thrusting his fingers in his face.
Wolfram took his index finger into his mouth, sucking on it seductively, keeping eye contact with half-lidded bedroom eyes.
Yuuri moaned just watching him. "Wolf, you're not gonna get what you want if you don't hurry up."
He pouted around his finger, but complied anyway.
Yuuri used those fingers to slowly push into Wolfram's entrance. The blonde gasped at the strange sensation and the slight pang of pain, but he gradually got accustomed to it, before another finger joined the first, scissoring, stretching. He gripped Yuuri's shoulders.
"Shh, it's okay, just a little longer. Try to relax."
"Try to relax! You try to relax when someone's got their fingers up your ass!" he snapped, wincing, before suddenly, he saw stars and stopped breathing altogether for a second. Now that felt good.
Yuuri grinned. "Found it," he said to himself. He made sure to hit that sweet spot every time. Wolfram didn't even notice when a third finger was added.
"Alright, you ready, Wolf cub?" he asked, spitting into his hand and rubbing it on himself.
"I've been ready for this for months, Yuuri, now please!" he pleaded, wiggling his ass in Yuuri's direction.
He pulled the blonde onto his lap, throwing his legs over his shoulders, before slowly pushing in. It was torture to not just pound in immediately when he felt that hot, tight warmth surrounding him, but there was no way he'd hurt Wolfram just so he could hurry up his own pleasure. Once he was all the way in, he waited momentarily for the blonde to adjust and give him a small, permissive nod. He pulled out and slammed back in, hitting his prostrate and making them both moan. He did it again. And again.
"Yuuri! Please! Harder! Faster!" Wolfram moaned and gasped pitifully.
Yuuri was all too happy to comply, lifting the blonde's hips and dropping them as he thrust. Soon they were both out of control, screaming nonsense at each other before Wolfram screamed bloody murder as he exploded, vision turning white. His inner walls clamped down on Yuuri, making him cum right afterwards with a loud, drawn out moan.
Yuuri collapsed backwards, pulling Wolfram with him, both breathing hard. Yuuri found himself overcome with joy. "I did it Wolfram, I was finally able to do it. I love you so much," he mumbled.
"Yeah, yeah, I love you too," he muttered, already halfway asleep. "You know, I actually enjoyed your stupid hike in the woods today."
Yuuri laughed and pulled him closer, Wolfram nestling comfortably into his chest. "I knew it!"
"Now go to sleep, I'm tired," Wolfram grumbled, fast asleep soon after the words left his mouth.
Yuuri looked at him softly before falling asleep himself.
The next day, they two weren't back as early as everyone expected them (They were still sleeping.). Of course, Gunter was freaking out. He was currently on Gwendal's office, pacing when something caught his eye outside the window. He screamed. "AHH! Gwendal! There's a flying pig outside! BAD OMEN!"
Gwendal looked outside and just barely managed to catch sight of it. "Well, I'll be damned," he muttered, going back to his paperwork.
Ok, well, that was my first lemon, so how was it? It wasn't too much was it? Well, thanks for all the support, this story is now finished. Yay! And now, just a quick preview of my next story, which won't be written right away because I'm going to my friend's for the weekend. Well, for those of you that wanted it, here you go.
"Psst!"
The three maids, Doria, Lasagna, and Sangria all looked around them bewilderedly.
"Psst! Over here!" came the voice again.
They followed the sound to a closed door to their left. "Ano…who is it?"
"It's me, now come here!" it said impatiently.
"Who?"
They all yelped as they were suddenly pulled through the door. "Jeez, can't you girls take a hint?"
They looked up to find themselves at the feet of Anissina von Khrennikov, who was smirking triumphantly with a maniac gleam in her eyes. They gulped, starting to fear for their lives.
"Girls, are you tired of seeing Yuuri and Wolfram dance around their feelings for each other like cowardly idiots?"
Realizing it wasn't their lives at stake here, they all let out a collective sigh of relief. Then, fully comprehending their ring leader's words, they eagerly nodded their heads. "Oh yes, yes!" they cried, eyes sparkling as they thought of the two finally, romantically getting together. "Oh, but poor Günter-sama. He'll be crushed!"
Anissina waved a hand flippantly at them. "Feh, forget Günter, I'm fairly certain he's just fine with having Gwendal," she said with another triumphant grin.
"Oh! Günter-sama and Gwendal-sama!" they squealed. "How wonderful!"
"Jeez, 'Oh!' this and 'Oh!' that! Come one, stay with me here, Yuuri and Wolfram!"
"Yes!" they replied, ready to get to the serious nitty-gritty. "But how are we going to make them to realize how much they want each other?"
"That, my dears, is where these come in," she announced, holding up two vials, one black and one blue.
The maids' eyes glittered. "Wonderful! …But what are they?"
Anissina beckoned them closer to her, whispering her plan in their ears. When she finished explaining, they all stepped back, giving a determined nod. This would work for sure! Now, for the bets and wagers of what exactly would happen and far it would go…
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the castle, Gwendal was working on paperwork in his office when the serene peace of the room was broken by the echoing remnants of the maniacal laughter of a certain red haired woman. He felt himself involuntarily shudder. What was that woman plotting now?
What is Anissina planning? Find out in my next story!