Lecher

Rating: NC-17! XD Rated for sex, language, and bishies hotter than you'll ever know getting it on in a public restroom.
Pairing: Yuuri/Wolfram
Other notes: This takes place on Earth. This was written for my good friend Shiori-kun as a reward for winning a contest our group held a while back.


Lecher

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“Yuuri, you're so cool.” Yuuri stared awkwardly at the busty brown haired girl in front of him. Her hands danced through his hair; her breasts pressed against his face and threatened to jump out of the tight shirt she wore.

“U-umm...” It's not that he didn't enjoy the attention. What sane man wouldn't enjoy the sight before him? No, it was more the awkwardness of this stranger approaching him in the crowded mall hallway that had him stuttering and trying to get away.

That and the hurt look on Wolfram's face. “Yuuri! You...you lecher!” The two cups of soda he had gone to get for them came crashing to the floor. Plastic lids jumped off cardboard containers and ice cubes came parading out in a sea of carbonated water.

“Now Wolfram...” Yuuri made a feeble attempt to save himself from Wolfram's anger. “I can uhh...I can explain this!”

“What is there to explain, Yuuri?” The stranger decided to put her two cents in. “I just wanted to play with that beautiful hair of yours.” Her breasts pillowed Yuuri's cheeks.

“Yuuri! Can't I leave you alone for five minutes without you chasing after some cheap whore?!” Wolfram's voice rose with every word.

“Wolfram!” Surprise and anger showed itself in Yuuri's voice. Wolfram was taking this too far.

“It's true! Why are you so unfaithful to me?” Wolfram was shouting by this point.

“Wolfram,” Yuuri's voice took on a slightly darker tone. “You're making a scene. Stop it.”

“I will not stop! You horrible lecher!” He stamped his foot to emphasize this point.

“Lecher?” Faster than Wolfram could follow, Yuuri had dumped the 'cheap whore' off his lap and made his way to his fiance's side. “Am I really a lecher, Wolfram?”

“Y-yes,” he answered nervously; still showing his stubborn streak even when faced with the dark look in Yuuri's eyes.

“I don't think you know what a lecher really is, Wolfram. I think I should show you.” He grabbed hold of the blond's hand--ignoring the small squeak he emitted—and dragged him off in the direction of the bathrooms.

“Y-yuuri?” Wolfram looked up with pleading eyes. His stomach churned, but his feet forced him to follow this man anyway.

“Yes, Wolfram?” An involuntary shudder made its way down Wolfram's spine. He'd never heard that tone in Yuuri's voice before. It was frightening.

“Are you...mad at me?”

Yuuri stopped them in front of the men's bathroom. “Open the door, Wolfram.”

He shuddered again. “O-okay.”

Yuuri impatiently pushed the smaller boy into the room. He grabbed hold of his hand again and pulled him into the closest stall.

“Yuuri! What are you doing?!” Shock outweighed fear and his stubborn streak became evident again.

“Showing you what a lecher really is.” And with that, he pinned Wolfram between himself and the stall wall and caught his lips with his own.

“Mmm, Yuuri!” Wolfram tried to protest against the other's mouth. His hands pushed at the body that pinned him.

“Now, none of that!” Yuuri chastised him, grabbing hold of his hands and pinning them above his head.

“Yuuri! What's wrong with you?”

“'Wrong?' Nothing is 'wrong,' Wolfram. I'm a lecher, remember? This is how I am.” He smirked before crashing his lips down onto the smaller boy's. They worked messily and angrily against his. They tormented with a constant cycle of nibbling and sucking. A tongue slipped in and started a battle. Swirling and twirling, dipping in and darting out. Wolfram was being devoured.

Yuuri shifted Wolfram's hands in his own so that they were only pinned by his left. He slowly slid his free hand down Wolfram's chest; lower, lower, down his stomach and played along the hem of his borrowed T-shirt before racing up it. His fingers danced across the blond's pale skin leaving hot trails as they went.

“Yu-yuuri. Don't.” Wolfram's small pleas in between the kisses sounded pathetic. The both of them knew he wanted nothing more than this.

“Don't what?” Yuuri stopped so the both of them could get air, though, really, Wolfram was the one who needed it. Panting and sweating, he gasped for breaths. His mouth finally opened to respond when Yuuri's fingers met his right nipple.

“Ah! Yuuri!” He cried out at the sensation. That was all Yuuri needed. He licked a long, wet line along Wolfram's jawbone and down his neck. He passed over the shirt and there he introduced his hot mouth to Wolfram's tiny, pink peak. He gently pinched it between his teeth before launching an all out attack of licks and kisses.

“Yuu-ri!” The boy in question looked up at Wolfram. And there went all his evil plans. His messy blond hair falling around his face, his eyes squinted shut in pleasure, his head thrown back and my God all those sounds that his previously tormented mouth was making.

It was addicting, seeing him like this. He wanted more, nay, needed more of it. He nuzzled his cheek down Wolfram's chest, releasing his hands to drop to his knees. He playfully nipped the blond's stomach before looking at him seriously. “Do you still want me to stop?”

Panicked emerald eyes met his. “Don't. You. Dare.”

As soon as those words left his mouth, Wolfram's pants left his waistline. A gasp left his mouth as the cool air caressed the tender skin of his enlarged member. This left Yuuri to make an observation.

“You don't wear underwear, Wolfram?”

He got a scoff and then, “of course not!”

“Oh.” Now that his anger had left him, Yuuri was a bit confused on how to proceed.

“Yuuri!” Wolfram whined to his fiance. “Don't just stare at it!”

“...Right.” A nervous chuckle left him. He took a deep breath and wrapped his lips around Wolfram's swollen head.

“Ah! Yuuri!” Dark eyes met emerald ones. He slowly let Wolfram's dripping, pink tip fall from his lips.

“You told me to do something.”

“...Why the hell did you stop?!”

“...Right.” He looked up at his 'lover,' panting and sweating, his member slick from Yuuri's saliva and other fluids, his face flushed and hair messy and he wanted more, dammit! “Turn around.”

“...Why?”

“Because...I said so.” Yuuri looked sheepish giving the command.

“Is that an order?” Wolfram had an odd glint in his eye.

“Erm.” Yuuri cleared his throat, “do you want it to be?”

Wolfram sighed and turned around. “You talk too much.” He backed up so that his round bottom was pressed against Yuuri's groin and bent over. “Just do it.”

“Ah. Wolfram! What are you...”

“Yuuri! Please. Just do it.” The begging tone in his voice mixed with the pleading expression on his face did it for Yuuri. He unfastened his own pants and tugged them down to his knees, allowing his own throbbing member to spring free from its prison. ...Spring right onto the soft flesh of Wolfram's bottom.

The sensation sent chills up Yuuri's spine and, if the expression on his face was enough to go by, Wolfram's as well.

“Yuuri!” Wolfram begged his dark haired lover.

Yuuri bent over just enough to take a small bottle out of his pocket. A small “pop,” and it was opened, upturned, and half emptied into Yuuri's hand. He worked the liquid around the palm of his hand, up one finger and down the next and, finally, into the warm crevice where Wolfram's cute little puckered hole sat. He swirled his finger around Wolfram's entrance, feeling him flinch at the cool liquid.

“Yuuri...”

He needed no more coaxing. He pushed his middle finger into that tight entrance perhaps a little too roughly. With nothing more than a little yelp of surprise from the receiver, he began to work it in and out. In, out, in, out; faster and faster and then quickly slipping a second finger inside before Wolfram could protest. He expected to hear some sort of resistance, but he only got a drawn out moan instead.

“Nn, Wolfram.” The sound of his lover enjoying himself only made his aching member even more eager for release.

He scissored his fingers; open, shut, open, shut. Swirling them and stretching him to make way. He felt Wolfram panting. He saw the sweat bead on his forehead, saw his fingers clenched into fists against the stall wall. “Yuuri! Do it! Oh god, just do it!”

And with that, he emptied the rest of the little bottle into his hand and tentatively slicked his member with it.

It took real restraint for him to not pierce Wolfram's beautiful flesh in one thrust. He teased Wolfram's entrance with the tip of his throbbing self. Wolfram moaned against the stall wall. He pushed back against Yuuri, urging him to move.

And move he did. He slowly pushed himself into Wolfram's warmth, wincing at the tightness. Wolfram made soft mewling sounds of pleasure. “Nn, Yuuri. More, more!”

“Aren't you...in pain?” Yuuri managed to pant out.

“Yuuri! More!”

Yuuri nodded, though Wolfram couldn't see it. He pushed himself in to the hilt, feeling his sack brush against Wolfram's adorable little ass.

Wolfram hissed in contentment. “Yes, Yuuri...”

Yuuri slowly pulled back out, then pushed back in, getting them both used to the sensation. A small moan escaped him. Wolfram's heat encased him, his body squeezed him. It felt heavenly.

“Yuuri...” Wolfram moaned out his name.

“Wolfram...” He pulled out again, then pushed back in, grunting at Wolfram's body tightening around his member once again.

“Wolfram...” He pushed in a little harder, pulled out a little rougher.

“Yuuri!” Wolfram covered his own mouth with his hand to moan loudly into it.

“Wolfram...!” Yuuri pumped out and in, thrusting even harder than the last time.

“Yes! Yes! Yuuri!” Wolfram screamed into his hand as Yuuri pounded away at his flesh.

“Unh. Wolfram!” Yuuri felt himself grow closer and closer with each thrust. He reached around Wolfram and grabbed a hold of his member, pumping in time with his rhythm.

“Wolfram, I'm going to...”

“Inside. Me too.” Wolfram gasped out.

“Unh, Wolfram...” His thrusting became erratic. “Wolfram...Wolfram...Wolfram!”

His member spasmed inside his lover. Hot juices splashed against his walls.

“Unh! Yuuri! Yuuri!” Wolfram screamed his release as his walls tightened around Yuuri's spasming member and he shot hot loads onto the stall wall. “Unh.”

Yuuri half collapsed onto Wolfram's naked back. “Wolfram...I...”

“I love you too, you lecher.”

“Now, Wolfram. Don't make me punish you again.” Yuuri teased.

“Later.” Yuuri's eyes widened at this.

“Erm. Well then...”

“Hey Yuuri?”

“Yeah?”

“Where did you get the lube?”

Yuuri gave a nervous laugh. “Your mother. Who do you think the girl was?”

“Mother?!” Wolfram shot up and hurriedly pulled his clothes on. “Wait...so you mean this was planned?! Yuuri!”

Yuuri quickly got dressed and ran out of the bathroom laughing.