First Time Lovers

Chapter 3

Wolfram and Yuuri were slowly progressing in the relationship, but for now keeping it quiet and in the bedroom. Yuuri was now comfortable with kissing and some heavy petting, but Wolfram didn’t want to push him too hard, too fast. Easing into it was fine with him if it meant he could be with Yuuri, but tonight he decided to take it one step further. They were lying on the bed kissing. Yuuri had gotten comfortable enough to touch Wolfram’s bare chest and even fleetingly his rear but hadn’t ventured more than that.

Wolfram kissed lovingly down Yuuri’s neck, unbuttoning Yuuri’s top. His mouth continued its way down his lover’s chest to a nipple while his hand slid across Yuuri’s crotch. Fondling the outside and suckling his nipple had Yuuri moaning and grasping the pillow, his head thrashing from side to side. Wolfram moved his mouth down Yuuri’s stomach, pausing to dip his tongue in Yuuri’s belly button while his hands worked on pushing Yuuri’s pants down. Yuuri expected him to come back up but when he realized Wolfram’s intention he tried to push his head away. Only Wolfram had already wrapped his lips around the head of Yuuri’s cock. The latter cried out at the pleasure and bucked his hips up, knotting his fingers in blonde locks. Wolfram held his hips down and slipped his lover’s length into his mouth fully, bobbing his head up and down. Yuuri’s moans increased in volume and frequency and it wasn’t long before he came. He lay panting in a daze while Wolfram pulled his pants back up and buttoned his top back. Yuuri thought he should reciprocate this time and tried to say so but Wolfram shushed him and told him to go to sleep. Yuuri was too tired to argue.

The next day Yuuri decided he would surprise Wolfram with a picnic for just the two of them. He thought it would be romantic and Wolfram would appreciate it. He felt like he wasn’t giving much to the relationship when Wolfram was obviously doing everything he could to make Yuuri happy and he felt a bit guilty about that. He actually wanted it to work, but wasn’t very confident about the bedroom aspect so he decided to do something he could handle. He had told Wolfram to meet him at a certain place in the garden then he would slip out of his duties for a while, though he knew Gunter and Gwendal wouldn’t be too happy. When he got there slightly panting and looking over his shoulder, a basket under his arm, he greeted Wolfram then hurried him to a secret spot in the garden where they couldn’t be seen from the castle, with Wolfram questioning him the whole way. When they arrived Yuuri answered by pointing to the picnic blanket already set up and the basket. Wolfram’s mouth dropped open first, then a big grin lit up his face when he realized what Yuuri was trying to do. It warmed Yuuri’s heart to know he’d made him happy. Yuuri again motioned at the blanket and they took their seats, eating, chatting and all around enjoying their time together, sometimes holding hands, sometimes kissing. Yuuri decided he needed to talk to Wolfram about the bedroom issue.

“Wolfram?” he said unsurely. Wolfram turned to look at Yuuri with a contented expression on his face.

“Yes?”

“Well,” he looked down at he blanket, not sure how to begin. “At night when we, you know,” here he blushed, “it just kind of seems like you don’t really want me to touch you,” he said the last part in a rush. Wolframs expression turned slightly sad and he looked straight ahead, avoiding Yuuri’s gaze. Yuuri looked at his profile, searchingly, waiting for him to say something.

“I just,” he began, “don’t want to make you do anything you’re uncomfortable with,” he finished looking down at his lap.

“I’m not uncomfortable with it,” he protested. Wolfram looked back at him, slightly surprised. Yuuri looked down again, shyly. “I’m just not used to it…but that’s not the same thing!” he said vehemently, looking Wolfram straight in the eye. Here Wolfram raised his hand to Yuuri’s face, stroking his cheek with a sweet smile on his face. He was surprised that Yuuri felt this strongly about it. He figured he’d be happy staying as they were

“Ok, Yuuri. I just didn’t want you to freak out.” Yuuri looked slightly indignant.

“I won’t. It’s not fair that you touch me and I haven’t even seen you naked, much less touch you.” Wolfram smirked.

“You want to that bad?” Yuuri blushed again and cringed a bit, not sure how far Wolfram was going with this. “Why don’t we take a bath together tonight? That way you see me but there’s no pressure for you to do anything.” Yuuri smiled happily and nodded.

“Okay.”

That night they went to the bath together. After washing they got in the pool-like bath. Wolfram sat near to Yuuri, but not close enough to touch. They sat there in companionable silence for a while with Yuuri stealing sideways glances at Wolfram. Wolfram, for his part, seemed totally oblivious to Yuuri’s searching glances. He had his eyes closed and head leaned back.

Yuuri finally started, “Wolfram, I thought the whole point of bathing together was so I could see you…all of you. I can’t with you sitting down and the water covering you.” Wolfram chuckled

“Alright,” and he stood up, completely unabashed. Yuuri took in the sight of his naked body, glistening with water and slightly flushed from the heat. He admired Wolfram’s perfectly proportioned form. He always knew Wolfram was strong but never thought of him as muscular. Wolfram was slender, though Yuuri could now see he was indeed muscular. The water defined every curve and plane of muscle. The Maoh drank in every inch, from his toned biceps, pink nipples and hard chest, to his defined abs and finally following the downy blonde hair to his sex. He wasn’t hard and seemed of normal size and length though maybe slightly bigger than Yuuri himself. He gulped, his mouth suddenly dry. Wolfram saw the look and smirked, cocking a hand on his hip.

“Like what you see?” Yuuri looked back up at his face almost guiltily and nodded. He started to move forward.

“Can I touch you?” he asked haltingly as he stared up at Wolfram. Wolfram looked down at Yuuri whose hands had started creeping up his calves.

“Let’s go back to our room,” Wolfram suggested huskily. Yuuri enthusiastically agreed. They got out, threw some robes on, not bothering with any clothes or underwear, and headed for their room. Arriving, they locked the door, pulled off their robes and advanced toward each other once near the bed. Wolfram let Yuuri explore the planes of this chest as they stood near the bed; first with his hands and then with his lips, as he got more adventurous. He kissed across Wolfram’s collarbone and down to a nipple, taking it into his mouth and relishing the slight groan from Wolfram as he laved his tongue on it. His hands skimmed sensually down Wolfram’s sides, hips, down his thigh and back up. Yuuri stood up noticing his attentions hadn’t gone unfelt by Wolfram. Wolfram pulled Yuuri to him and kissed him deeply. Yuuri responded by wrapping his arms around Wolfram’s neck, sliding fingers familiarly into that wavy hair and kissing with abandon. Both their hands began wandering and Wolfram steered them to the bed. When the back of Yuuri’s legs hit he edge Wolfram cushioned him as they fell together, still kissing. Their lips separated long enough to move up the bed then they were together again, their hands almost shyly touching the other. Yuuri pulled back so he could watch his hands travel over Wolfram’s body. Wolfram merely laid on his back and let Yuuri do his exploring. Yuuri applied his lips to the beautiful chest, licking and nibbling as he worked down Wolfram’s torso until he came to Wolfram’s manhood lying against his abdomen, fully hard. He gently took it in his hands, touching and stroking. Wolfram was leaning back on his elbows watching Yuuri as he started stroking, keening noises coming from Wolfram’s throat. Yuuri became bolder, stroking more firmly, running his thumb in the slit, watching the drops of precum pearl and slip down the shaft. Wolfram finally made him stop so he wouldn’t come.

“Lay down,” he commanded Yuuri. “My turn,” he smirked. Yuuri merely nodded and obeyed, waiting for Wolfram to begin touching him. Wolfram didn’t disappoint and when he fondled Yuuri until he was about to burst, he stopped, reaching for his bedside table. He hadn’t thought Yuuri would want to move to sex any time soon but had been prepared just in case. He pulled out the bottle of oil and poured some in his hands. He rubbed it on his fingers and told Yuuri to spread his legs. Yuuri realized what he was going to do and blushed deeper, complying, as he watched Wolfram settle between his legs. Wolfram pushes one of Yuuri’s thighs up then pressed a finger to Yuuri’s entrance. He circled around it, making sure he comprehended what he was doing and Yuuri nodded. Slipping in a finger, he held it there a second, then pulled it out. He repeated this motion a few times before slipping in another finger and curling them in a “come here” gesture, searching for Yuuri’s prostate. He knew when he found it for Yuuri’s hips bucked and he cried out, panting. Wolfram pressed his fingers to that spot again and again until Yuuri was practically sobbing. He finally stopped and pulled his fingers out. As Yuuri lay there panting and dazed, Wolfram crawled forward, resting an elbow beside Yuuri’s ribs and guiding the tip of his cock to Yuuri’s entrance. He placed a hand on Yuuri’s cheek, turning his head.

“Are you ready” Yuuri shakily nodded and grasped Wolfram’s upper arms. As Wolfram pushed in Yuuri thought he would break but only bit his lip and tried to relax his protesting muscles. When Wolfram was all the way in, he released the breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

“Are you okay?” Wolfram asked concerned.

“I’m okay, just don’t move yet.” Wolfram nodded and waited for Yuuri to adjust. He leaned down and kissed him gently and Yuuri kissed back, lingeringly. When Wolfram pulled away Yuuri told him he could move. Wolfram pulled out a little and slid back in slowly. He repeated this until he thought Yuuri was used to it, then began pulling out further. At first it was uncomfortable for Yuuri but soon that feeling gave way to a spreading heat and soon felt amazingly good. Wolfram sped up with Yuuri’s moans, pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in. They both felt the pleasure of it as was evident on their faces; the expressions of rapture, the glazed, lust-filled eyes, the blushing cheeks, and the sweat beading on their skin. Moans and the sound of skin slapping filled the chamber. Yuuri grasped Wolfram’s shoulders pulling him tightly to him and digging his fingernails in, all the while crying out as Wolfram pounded into him. Wolfram moaned and buried his face in Yuuri’s neck, beating Yuuri off as he felt his orgasm approaching. A few more thrusts and they were both over the edge, screaming their release and clinging to each other. Then they lay panting, eyes closed, waiting for their racing hearts to slow. Wolfram was the first to stir. He lifted his head and looked down at Yuuri who smiled contentedly back at him. Wolfram smiled down then, rolled off of him, getting a cleaning cloth and wiped the both of them. Then they curled together under the sheets, wrapped in each other’s arms, and whispered “I love you,” before falling asleep.