First Time Lovers

Author's Note: I made Yuuri and Wolfram a little out of character: Yuuri less resistant and Wolfram less angry. I also made Wolfram top because based on their personalities I think that it is more likely that he would be, especially since he's more eager for the relationship.

Chapter 1

There was obviously some enchantment still active in the old castle. Like the one that had locked Yuuri and Wolfram in the room together when they had gone exploring. Yuuri had ignored the superstitions of the old manor told by the local townspeople as just that: superstitions. Apparently he should’ve listened. When Yuuri and Wolfram discovered nothing would budge the heavy oak door they decided to wait for Conrad to notice their disappearance and come looking for them. He’d know what to do. In the meantime they would explore the room as they’d originally intended and as a way to pass time.
They were in an antechamber or sitting area to a much larger bedroom that obviously had belonged to the former lord. The rumors of it being a haunted and cursed castle had miraculously kept looters away. In the antechamber there was a great stone fireplace with intricate tile work framing it. Positioned in front of it was a red divan with a gold cashmere throw draped across it. On the opposite wall from the fireplace was a great oak table with bookshelves on either side with several aging volumes. It was probably used as a workspace. Double oak doors opened into the bedroom directly across from the entry. It had great bay windows, tightly locked, that opened onto a wide terrace overlooking what was once surely a lovely garden, but was now densely overgrown. Every now and then a statue or trellis peeped from the greenery. Another larger fireplace similar to the one in the antechamber was on the wall adjacent to the windows. A large four-poster bed was the main feature of the room, lavishly decorated with its curtains drawn aside. There were tapestries depicting ancient battles and mythic tales hanging on the walls and luxurious carpets and furs covering the floor. Most of these trappings should have disintegrated with age or been taken by the original occupants when they fled. Yet here they were still, good as new without even dust marring their rich colors, due no doubt to the enchantments still laying on the castle.

Yuuri and Wolfram began to explore this room as well. There was a door more than likely leading to the wardrobe but it was locked and when Yuuri and Wolfram were done looking they turned to go back to the antechamber only to find the doors not only shut, but locked. Neither had shut them nor even heard them latch. Wolfram was getting tired of this and despite Yuuri’s protest not to burn down the castle or damage its rich furnishings, he tried his fire magic only to find the doors unmoved and undamaged.

“I guess we’re stuck in here for awhile,” shrugged Yuuri. Wolfram hmph-ed and turned away mumbling “wimp” but he couldn’t argue with him. They decided they might as well sit on the bed and began chatting. It wasn’t long, however, before another of the castle’s enchantments became known.

“Does it feel warm in here to you?” Yuuri asked tugging at the collar of his uniform.

“It is a bit,” Wolfram agreed pulling at his own collar. They fanned themselves as they got hotter, but it didn’t take long for them to realize that it wasn’t the room that was hot but their own bodies. Yuuri turned his head away from Wolfram, embarrassed and trying to hide his flushed cheeks by pretending to study the coverlet on the bed. Wolfram ignored his own rising desire at first. He knew it would make Yuuri uncomfortable but he soon noticed Yuuri’s quiet pants, reddened cheeks and glazed eyes.

“Yuuri.” The black-haired boy jumped at Wolfram’s voice.

“Wh-what is it?” Yuuri said trying not to look Wolfram in the eye.

“You’re feeling this too, aren’t you?” he questioned trying to look Yuuri in the face with Yuuri still avoiding his gaze.

“Feeling what? What are you talking about?” he stammered.

“You know very well what I’m talking about,” he said, his eyes narrowing. He reached for Yuuri’s hand, which had been lying on the bed between them, and Yuuri jumped up from the bed, snatching his hand away as if burned, which in fact it nearly did. The searing heat of Wolfram’s hand and the matching rising of his own body’s heat surprised him. He stared at Wolfram with wide eyes, which gave away what he had felt. Wolfram realized and advanced. Yuuri began backing away until he was against the wall. Wolfram tried to put his arms around him and Yuuri turned to the wall. He had nowhere left to go and Wolfram successfully put his arms about his waist.

“Please, Wolfram, don’t,” Yuuri begged quietly.

“You feel it too, don’t you” Wolfram asked just as quietly but with an undercurrent of desire.

“Don’t touch me,” Yuuri practically whimpered, pushing back against Wolfram with one arm without turning around.

“Please let me, Yuuri. I love you…I need you,” he begged, clinging to Yuuri’s waist, letting his head fall to Yuuri’s shoulder. Yuuri was panting and clinging to the wall in front of him. He had his eyes closed while he contemplated Wolfram’s request. The pleading in Wolfram’s voice made him think. He sounded so pitiful, almost like he was in pain, and he realized in a way he was. Yuuri’s skin was unbearably hot to him and his body ached. Where Wolfram’s hands touched him, he burned. He realized he wanted Wolfram’s hands all over him, to experience more of the sensation.

“Wolfram.” The blonde’s head popped up off of Yuuri’s shoulder.

“Yes?” a few pants from Yuuri.

“Okay,” he said haltingly. Wolfram didn’t need to be told twice. He started kissing Yuuri’s neck and let his hands wander. He wanted to devour him all a once but remembered he needed to be gentle so as not to scare Yuuri. He slowly and sensually ran his hands on Yuuri’s torso. Yuuri moaned lightly when Wolfram licked the shell of his ear. Slowly Wolfram unzipped Yuuri’s jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. He ran his hands across the brunette’s now bare torso, all the while kissing and licking his neck and behind his ear. Yuuri couldn’t believe how good it felt. He still had his hands on the wall and his eyes closed with his hot forehead against the cool stone. Wolfram’s hands were so hot and when he brushed against his hardened nipples he couldn’t help but throw his head back and moan arching his chest into Wolfram’s touch. This only encouraged Wolfram to focus on Yuuri’s nipples. After a moment’s attention there, he stopped and pulled away.

“Yuuri,” he said his name like he was begging for something. Yuuri turned around, wondering why he had stopped. Wolfram leaned in, placing his hands on the wall on either side of Yuuri’s shoulder. He noted his flushing cheeks and heaving chest and knew he must look the same. He leaned in and Yuuri wasn’t sure if he really wanted Wolfram to kiss him but didn’t have time to say no before he felt Wolfram’s soft lips on his. He closed his eyes and thought it should fell gross but realized it felt nice. His lips were soft and pliant. Wolfram pulled away and looked into Yuuri’s eyes as if asking permission.

“Yuuri,” he said it almost strained, like if Yuuri told him “no” now he would break. Yuuri closed his eyes, silently giving his assent. Wolfram closed the distance and tentatively kissed him, slowly deepening it. Yuuri also tentatively kissed him back. Being a teenage boy, it didn’t take long for him to get into it. His hands came up under Wolfram’s arms to his shoulders. When Wolfram swiped tongue across Yuuri’s lips, the Maoh moaned and parted his lips, feeling Wolfram’s tongue glide against his own. The sensation sent a flame through him straight to his groin. Wolfram tilted his head to a better angle and Yuuri unconsciously mimicked him enabling him to kiss deeper. Yuuri’s hands were wandering up and down Wolfram’s back and into his hair. Wolfram leaned harder into him, pushing him into the wall. Yuuri felt the cold of the stones and the warmth of Wolfram’s arms around his back. He felt the buttons and fabric of Wolfram’s uniform against his now bare chest. His hands soon found purchase in the material and began undoing the buttons. Wolfram realized what he was doing and helped. Soon Yuuri’s fingers were splaying against that pale chest and smooth skin. Their kissing was becoming more frenzied, Yuuri’s moans more frequent, when they heard a great commotion; Conrad had missed them and was yelling for them. They quickly repaired their clothes and started calling back. It wasn’t long before he had gotten them out. There was a trigger for the doors to release them that Conrad had stumbled across. As they headed back Conrad thought back on how they had looked when he found them: cheeks flushed, slightly out of breath, and their clothing somewhat disheveled. He wondered it they had gotten into a fight. That would explain their distance and silence now. It didn’t seem likely, Yuuri being such a pacifist, or “wimp” as Wolfram called him, but what else could it be?