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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
8,698
Reviews:
10
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Impatient
Title: Impatient
Date Written: 11/9/05
Rating: NC-17. For Mature Audiences Only
Word Count: 975 (short, I know)
Characters/Pairings: Yuuri/Wolfram
Warnings: Yaoi, oral, toys, solo
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: Dedicated to albichorizon, for sicing the plot bunnies on me. Kinda sequel-ish to Missing You. Not very good, but this is all I could come up with, sorry y'all.
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Wolfram was so damned horny.
And it was all that wimp Yuuri's fault.
It was their first night back together, and Gwendal had gotten to the Maou first, the chief of state dragging the dark-haired man into his offices.
By the time he got to see his fiancee, Yuuri was buried under a mountain of paperwork, his elder half-brothers standing guard to make sure he wouldn't crawl out the window and escape.
Conrad had convinced Gwendal to take some tea outside the room and let the lovers have a moment to themselves (something for which Wolfram would always love Conrad for), and Yuuri had the blonde pinned against the wall before the door was completely shut all the way, his tongue halfway down the swordsman's throat. Wolfram had groaned and arched against his fiancee, relishing in the taste and feel of Yuuri's body against his.
Fingers had tugged their shirts open, hands running over bare chests. Yuuri's lips slid down the pale column of Wolfram's neck as the blonde twined his legs around the king's waist. Calloused hands had slid down to grab his ass, holding him up as Yuuri pressed himself against Wolfram. Their clothed erections had been pressing against one another, and when Yuuri commented that he was tempted to just clear the desk and take the blonde, Wolfram had decided that was a damn fine idea. His hands had been sliding down to unzip Yuuri's pants...
... When Conrad had knocked on the door.
Sometimes, Wolfram hated his brothers.
Yuuri had pressed a kiss against his ear as Wolfram took his leave. "Wait for me."
"Wait for me."
Wolfram would wait for Yuuri forever.
But his libido wouldn't.
The young prince was currently lying on his back in the large royal bed, slowly stroking his cock up and down as he thought about the kiss he had shared earlier with Yuuri. It had been too long since they had last kissed, and now the taste and scent of Yuuri engulfed him. He had eaten twice since the kiss but he hadn't tasted the food at all--just the Maou.
The thought of Yuuri made him feel a little guilty. Here he was, pleasuring himself, while his lover was working hard running the kingdom.
Well, a hard-working king deserved a good welcome, Wolfram decided.
Now where was that present from his mother...
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Yuuri was expecting many ways to find Wolfram when he went into his room--he'd been greeted in many ways since their relationship turned sexual. One time he had found Wolfram naked, sipping wine and reading one of Anissia's racier novels as he waited for the dark-haired man; another was to a snoring blonde, still half dressed in his military uniform.
Finding his lover bouncing up and down on their mattress, Wolf's pale face flushed with arousal as he masturbated with the glass dildo Cheri had given them was not one of the ways he had expected.
Wolfram's gorgeous emerald eyes were closed tight, tears of pleasure dangling on his eyelashes, as he forced the phallus deeper into his body. Between gasps, Yuuri could hear Wolfram panting something that vaguely sounded like his name.
Yuuri grinned and crossed the room silently, stripping off his clothes as he went. The blonde was too caught up in his actions to realize that his lover had even entered the room.
When warm, wet heat engulfed Wolfram's cock, a blonde head jerked back and emerald eyes bulged. "Yuuri!" he cried out, his vision blurry.
"Hmn?" Yuuri asked around the dick in his mouth.
The vibrations went straight from Wolfram's cock to his balls, and he laced his fingers into dark, silken locks as he came hard into Yuuri's mouth. The dark-haired Maou choked a bit against the sudden spurt of cum, but managed to drink most of it down.
Wolfram collapsed back against the mattress, breathing heavily as Yuuri pulled his mouth from the softening member. He licked his lips as he crawled up the shuddering body beneath him. "I thought I told you to wait on me."
"Who in my family, aside from Conrad, is patient?" Wolfram shot back, and Yuuri chuckled.
"Y'know... I should punish you."
"Ooh, kinky," Wolfram replied. The blonde lifted his hips, wrapping his arms and legs around his lover. "Love me first, please?"
"Always," Yuuri replied, pressing his lips against Wolfram's full ones. Mouths open and tongues entwined, sliding and caressing against one another as hands roamed broad expanses of skin.
"Where were we earlier?" Yuuri panted as they broke for air, his hand sliding underneath Wolfram's rear to remove the toy from his lover.
The prince gasped as the warm, hard object left his body. "I think you had more clothing on, and I distinctly remember something about a desk."
"Well, we'll have to make do for now," Yuuri replied, sliding his hand up and down the glass dildo, still warm from Wolfram's body. He rubbed what lube he could get from that onto himself, pressing up against Wolfram's opening. "How's about next time?"
"I'll hold you to that," Wolfram replied, arching up against Yuuri as the dark-haired man slid deep into his body. "Oh, shit, Yuuri..."
"Gods, Wolfram, you feel so damn good," Yuuri groaned, slowly sliding in and out of the pliant body beneath him.
Their previous coupling had taken an edge of their lust, and this time their coupling was slower, more drawn out but no less pleasurable or passionate. Yuuri enjoyed kissing and stroking and caressing his lover to another climax, the warm wash of Wolfram's orgasm splattering their stomachs as the tight, hot shuddering body drew his own climax out of him.
Later, as the two cuddled in the dark, ignoring the stickiness of sweat and cum, Yuuri grinned into Wolfram's pale hair. "Remind me to thank your mother."
"Like HELL!" Wolf protested, his cheeks flaming red.
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Date Written: 11/9/05
Rating: NC-17. For Mature Audiences Only
Word Count: 975 (short, I know)
Characters/Pairings: Yuuri/Wolfram
Warnings: Yaoi, oral, toys, solo
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: Dedicated to albichorizon, for sicing the plot bunnies on me. Kinda sequel-ish to Missing You. Not very good, but this is all I could come up with, sorry y'all.
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Wolfram was so damned horny.
And it was all that wimp Yuuri's fault.
It was their first night back together, and Gwendal had gotten to the Maou first, the chief of state dragging the dark-haired man into his offices.
By the time he got to see his fiancee, Yuuri was buried under a mountain of paperwork, his elder half-brothers standing guard to make sure he wouldn't crawl out the window and escape.
Conrad had convinced Gwendal to take some tea outside the room and let the lovers have a moment to themselves (something for which Wolfram would always love Conrad for), and Yuuri had the blonde pinned against the wall before the door was completely shut all the way, his tongue halfway down the swordsman's throat. Wolfram had groaned and arched against his fiancee, relishing in the taste and feel of Yuuri's body against his.
Fingers had tugged their shirts open, hands running over bare chests. Yuuri's lips slid down the pale column of Wolfram's neck as the blonde twined his legs around the king's waist. Calloused hands had slid down to grab his ass, holding him up as Yuuri pressed himself against Wolfram. Their clothed erections had been pressing against one another, and when Yuuri commented that he was tempted to just clear the desk and take the blonde, Wolfram had decided that was a damn fine idea. His hands had been sliding down to unzip Yuuri's pants...
... When Conrad had knocked on the door.
Sometimes, Wolfram hated his brothers.
Yuuri had pressed a kiss against his ear as Wolfram took his leave. "Wait for me."
"Wait for me."
Wolfram would wait for Yuuri forever.
But his libido wouldn't.
The young prince was currently lying on his back in the large royal bed, slowly stroking his cock up and down as he thought about the kiss he had shared earlier with Yuuri. It had been too long since they had last kissed, and now the taste and scent of Yuuri engulfed him. He had eaten twice since the kiss but he hadn't tasted the food at all--just the Maou.
The thought of Yuuri made him feel a little guilty. Here he was, pleasuring himself, while his lover was working hard running the kingdom.
Well, a hard-working king deserved a good welcome, Wolfram decided.
Now where was that present from his mother...
---
Yuuri was expecting many ways to find Wolfram when he went into his room--he'd been greeted in many ways since their relationship turned sexual. One time he had found Wolfram naked, sipping wine and reading one of Anissia's racier novels as he waited for the dark-haired man; another was to a snoring blonde, still half dressed in his military uniform.
Finding his lover bouncing up and down on their mattress, Wolf's pale face flushed with arousal as he masturbated with the glass dildo Cheri had given them was not one of the ways he had expected.
Wolfram's gorgeous emerald eyes were closed tight, tears of pleasure dangling on his eyelashes, as he forced the phallus deeper into his body. Between gasps, Yuuri could hear Wolfram panting something that vaguely sounded like his name.
Yuuri grinned and crossed the room silently, stripping off his clothes as he went. The blonde was too caught up in his actions to realize that his lover had even entered the room.
When warm, wet heat engulfed Wolfram's cock, a blonde head jerked back and emerald eyes bulged. "Yuuri!" he cried out, his vision blurry.
"Hmn?" Yuuri asked around the dick in his mouth.
The vibrations went straight from Wolfram's cock to his balls, and he laced his fingers into dark, silken locks as he came hard into Yuuri's mouth. The dark-haired Maou choked a bit against the sudden spurt of cum, but managed to drink most of it down.
Wolfram collapsed back against the mattress, breathing heavily as Yuuri pulled his mouth from the softening member. He licked his lips as he crawled up the shuddering body beneath him. "I thought I told you to wait on me."
"Who in my family, aside from Conrad, is patient?" Wolfram shot back, and Yuuri chuckled.
"Y'know... I should punish you."
"Ooh, kinky," Wolfram replied. The blonde lifted his hips, wrapping his arms and legs around his lover. "Love me first, please?"
"Always," Yuuri replied, pressing his lips against Wolfram's full ones. Mouths open and tongues entwined, sliding and caressing against one another as hands roamed broad expanses of skin.
"Where were we earlier?" Yuuri panted as they broke for air, his hand sliding underneath Wolfram's rear to remove the toy from his lover.
The prince gasped as the warm, hard object left his body. "I think you had more clothing on, and I distinctly remember something about a desk."
"Well, we'll have to make do for now," Yuuri replied, sliding his hand up and down the glass dildo, still warm from Wolfram's body. He rubbed what lube he could get from that onto himself, pressing up against Wolfram's opening. "How's about next time?"
"I'll hold you to that," Wolfram replied, arching up against Yuuri as the dark-haired man slid deep into his body. "Oh, shit, Yuuri..."
"Gods, Wolfram, you feel so damn good," Yuuri groaned, slowly sliding in and out of the pliant body beneath him.
Their previous coupling had taken an edge of their lust, and this time their coupling was slower, more drawn out but no less pleasurable or passionate. Yuuri enjoyed kissing and stroking and caressing his lover to another climax, the warm wash of Wolfram's orgasm splattering their stomachs as the tight, hot shuddering body drew his own climax out of him.
Later, as the two cuddled in the dark, ignoring the stickiness of sweat and cum, Yuuri grinned into Wolfram's pale hair. "Remind me to thank your mother."
"Like HELL!" Wolf protested, his cheeks flaming red.
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