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On The Subject of Nightmares	By : KohakuShadow Category: +G to L > Kyou Kara Maou Views: 4043 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-On The Subject of Nightmares
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A/N: Written as a birthday gift, and a sequel to a Yozak/Murata Christmas gift, which I did not post here due to lack of sexual content. This fic DOES stand perfectly on it's own - the fic that goes with it isn't at all necessary to understand this one - but if you want to read the sister fic, it's called "Unprecedented" and is posted over on ff.net.
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Pairing: Yuri/Wolfram, with a side of Yozak/Murata
On The Subject of Nightmares
Murata had dyed his hair blond again. Yuri knew that shouldn't matter, but it did, because he was skinny, and from behind – at a quick glance— it reminded him of Wolfram. Wolfram's hair was prettier though, with less fly-aways. It was precisely because Yuri knew that Wolfram's hair was prettier, acknowledged that on a subconscious level which had found its way into his conscious attention, that Murata's hair mattered.
Frankly, blond looked silly on Murata. Everyone thought so. Gunter had cried. But, Murata was Murata, and he'd calmly explained that, as they were going on an extended mission to the human lands, it was simply more practical than a wig. 'The wig itches,' Murata had claimed. 'And, it's summer, so it's too hot for the turban.' It was all very logical. Sometimes, Yuri wondered if Ken Murata knew he was a teenager.
Sometimes, Yuri wondered if he was the only person who knew it. He'd known Murata first as a classmate who got bullied for being a weirdo and a huge dork. He kind of liked that about him, but at the same time, it was mostly sad and a little pathetic. He also knew Murata for being a little girl crazy. These days, Yuri wondered how much of the Murata he knew was an act, and how much of the 'Great Sage' was. He was a confusing guy.
That made it natural, he supposed, that he'd been drawn to another confusing guy, but even after several weeks, with their relationship running hot as a volcano, Yuri still couldn't wrap his brain around Ken Murata and Yozak Gurrier being a couple. For one, Yozak was way too old for him! For two, since when was Murata gay!?! For three – and three was the big one – why were they so fucking perfect together?!
It was true, damn it! They were! They were adorable, and sexy, and charming, and when the maids squealed about catching them making out in the garden, there was part of Yuri that wanted to squeal, too. He was happy his friend was so happy, and god knew Yozak had dealt with enough shit to deserve a bit of a reprieve, but it was all too much to get his head around. It was confusing, and awkward, and he couldn't stop thinking about it since the day he'd caught them making out in the library when he'd just been planning to tell Murata it was time for dinner, since Murata always lost track of time when he was working, and Yuri didn't want him to starve.
It had been the first, but not the only, time he'd walked in on the new couple. The other night, he hadn't been able to sleep thanks to Wolfram's snoring, and decided to sneak off for a late night soak in the hot spring at the resort they were staying at. Wolfram always snored when they went to human territory. He didn't know why he insisted on coming, since he always got so sick. In any case, his snoring had been particularly obnoxious that night, so Yuri had planned to wind down in the hot spring. He was sure no one else would be there in the middle of the night. Yuri was so often wrong when he was sure of things that he really should have known better.
When he padded into the spring area he was greeted by a soft gasp and a long moan. Yuri, being a bit of the oblivious sort, and not seeing well through the steam, worried that someone might be hurt. He opened his mouth, about to voice this worry, when he heard an answering grunt and moan. Was there a fight? Maybe he shouldn't be so quick to jump into it until he knew what it was. He didn't have Morgif with him, nor Conrad, and he doubted he could defend himself very well in a towel. It was tough to call Super-Yuri forth in Human Lands, and if he did, it would totally blow their cover. Yuri, for once, did the sensible thing – or the second most sensible thing, as the first would have been to high tail it out of there before whoever was in the hot spring noticed they had company – and skirted the edges, hiding behind the large boulders around the spring, and squinting against the steam.
He noticed a flash of orange first, broad shoulders. 'Yozak?' he wondered. At that point, Yuri really should have put two and two together, but the young Maoh is often lacking in that very basic skill. 'Is he alright? His leg hasn't been healed very long. Has he been pushing himself too hard? Is he not healed after all?' The darling Maoh worries so about his friends, he could think of no more obvious reason why the charming spy might be moaning in the hot spring in the middle of the night.
“You're so cute,” Yozak said breathlessly, as Yuri saw a flash of blond hair, and for an instant thought of Wolfram, before reality finally dawned on him. He should have turned away at that point. He should have given them their privacy. But, somehow, his feet glued themselves to the floor and refused to budge. Little Yuri seemed rather intent on confirming the new suspicion, too, which Yuri as a whole entity was too sleep-deprived to be properly concerned about. He was close enough now, secluded behind a large bolder, that the steam formed just a vague mist around the pair. He could see Ken's torso rising and falling, his head thrown back with Yozak's face buried against the crook of his throat.
Ken moaned in delight at whatever Yozak was doing with his hands under the water. He moaned again, his breath hitching around the spy's name.
Little Yuri was now quite interested in the proceedings, and Yuri had to suddenly grab the waistband of his towel lest he lose it. He shouldn't be watching this. He knew it. They were having a private moment. And, what the hell would Murata's parents think, if they knew he was having private moments of this sort with a man so much older than himself? His mind went over such trivialities because it didn't want to admit what his eyes and his body thought of the matter: it was hot. They were gorgeous together. He wished the water wasn't in the way of a full view. His brain just wasn't ready to comprehend what his body knew so very well.
He shouldn't be watching, but he watched, and he mostly watched Ken – slender shoulders, pale hair. Moaning. The coiling steam sometimes made him look like Wolfram, and forced Yuri to rub his eyes. Why would he be thinking about that bratty prince at a time like this, anyway?! It was just a reminder that he shouldn't be here. He should just go back to bed and try to ignore Wolfram's snoring for the rest of the night, probably. But, he couldn't go back to bed like this! Even if Wolfram slept like a log, he moved around too much. He didn't need the hell he'd get if Wolfram felt that, which totally had nothing to do with him! He'd just have to wait until Ken and Yozak left for his private time in the hot spring, which was absolutely a rationalization to keep acting like a dirty voyeur, but seemed perfectly logical at the time to the Maoh.
Three days later, Yuri still couldn't shake the way Ken's back arched, the way Yozak cried out. He still couldn't look either man in the eye. Even worse, anytime Wolfram got close, he recalled the way Murata and Yozak kissed, the way they whispered affectionately to one another. His mind wandered down these paths so often that Conrad had chided him – in his subtle way – about daydreaming.
Daydreaming! It was more like a nightmare! He wasn't that kind of guy! He didn't know Murata was that kind of guy, but he sure seemed like he'd been enjoying himself. He sure sounded like it felt really good. And, on the subject of nightmares – the ones he had at night were even more extreme. It always started with what he saw in the hot spring, but Murata always transformed into Wolfram, and for some reason he couldn't place, watching Yozak touch Wolfram really made him angry. It was completely illogical, but he'd snipped at the spy more than once early in the morning, before being awake enough to remember that dreams were only dreams, and Yozak had no idea what he'd done to earn the Maoh's wrath. To his credit, Yozak didn't seem to take it personally, or if he did, at least he had someone on hand to cheer him up.
Yuri realized, after several more days of midnight excursions to the hot spring – which were mercifully vacant since that night – that he was jealous, and that he was that kind of guy. It wasn't like he wanted Murata, or Yozak, even. He just wanted what they had, and his teenage hormones wanted it as soon as possible. There was a part of his brain that said what he wanted wasn't about gay sex, but it was hard to ignore the physical reaction he had to his nightmares about Wolfram. When he realized the thing that made them nightmares wasn't that he was dreaming about men having sex – sometimes very kinky sex! - but that he was dreaming about Wolfram doing It with someone that wasn't him, he was shocked. He'd spent so much time trying to push Wolfram away, with all of this engagement nonsense, but he was starting to have seriously possessive thoughts about his fiance, even though he'd fought tooth and nail against the title. The scariest thing was that he wasn't sure when it had happened. Now that he knew, Wolfram, even with all of his snoring and the misery that the human lands caused him, seemed irrepressibly cute to Yuri. He just want to pull him close and...
And what? I don't know what I'm doing! Yuri reminded himself. The reminder didn't help. He still wanted to figure it out. He wanted Wolfram to let him figure it out. It was as he was stewing on this one afternoon, pushing his dinner around on his plate rather than eating it, since his appetite had taken a back seat to his newly awakened libido, that Murata sat down next to him, and Yozak appeared behind him as if out of thin air. He all but jumped out of his seat when the spy reached past him and started loading Yuri's plate with more food than he thought any human being, or demon for that matter, could possibly eat.
“That's no good, Your Majesty! You're a growing boy who needs all the energy he can get. You'll waste away if you don't eat properly!” Yozak grinned, as if he knew something Yuri didn't. Because Yozak was so utterly distracting, Yuri hadn't noticed the little paper parcel Murata tucked into his pocket while Yozak was distracting him, and everyone else, with his antics and charm.
It was when he was changing into his pajamas that the little package fell out of his pocket. It was a small piece of parchment wrapped around a vial with a ribbon. Written in Murata's tidy hand the words, “Good luck, Yuri,” were accompanied by a little winking smiley face. Yuri blushed up to his hairline. He might be an idiot about relationships, but he knew very well what had to be in that vial. What was Murata thinking?! Wolfram would kill him if he...!
“Yuri, what are you doing?” Wolfram asked as he came out of the bathroom. He'd just bathed, which was obvious by his damp hair and the flush to his pale skin.
Yuri nearly jumped out of his skin, and almost fumbled the vial. He caught it, barely, blushing brightly. “N-nothing! It's nothing! Just go to bed!”
“What is that?” Wolfram asked, moving closer.
“I told you it's nothing! It's none of your business!” Yuri snapped nervously, turning away from Wolfram and hoarding the vial close to his chest so Wolfram couldn't see. There was a devil on his shoulder telling him: 'You can use it, you know. Right now. You can pin him down to the bed and use it.' But the angel on the other shoulder reminded him that just because Murata was teasing him, didn't mean he had to take the message to heart!
Wolfram really wanted to know what he was hiding, though. He peered past one shoulder. When that didn't give him a good view, he peered past the other. He smelled spicy-sweet from the soap provided in the Inn's baths, and the scent and warmth of him went straight to Yuri's imaginative libido. “J-Just go to bed already!” Yuri protested as Wolfram's ruffly pink nightgown tickled the back of his knees. “You're sick and need to rest!” That last bit was as much to convince himself not to act rashly as it was to get Wolfram to go away.
“I'm getting used to it,” Wolfram answered flatly, “as often as you make us all trudge to human lands.”
“I don't make you come!” Yuri protested. “In fact, I tell you not to because I know how shitty it makes you feel, but you insist anyway.”
“Because! Who's going to watch you if not me? You're not at all trustworthy! If I wasn't here you'd be seduced, and doing all sorts of things with people who are NOT your fiance!”
“Stop assuming I'm some kind of pervert!” Yuri snapped back.
“How can I not when you're so handsome and you're HIDING THINGS!” Wolfram demanded in return.
“Don't give me that! You're the handsome one. I'm just a dumb kid!” Yuri hollered back.
“You're dumb alright! Trying to hide things from your loving fiance!” Wolfram grabbed at Yuri's wrist to try to pry the secret from his fingers. “I bet it's a love note from one of the serving girls!”
“It's no such thing!” Yuri protested, but in spite of himself got into a wrestling match with Wolfram, trying to protect the secret that Wolfram was so anxious to reveal. This selfish prince made him so angry! So why?! Why was he so completely infatuated with him? It wasn't fair!
What was even less fair was that Wolfram was a better fighter than he was, and they both knew it. He couldn't even pretend to be surprised when he crashed back against the bed with a resounding “Oomph,” and found his hands pinned to the bed. The vial slipped from his grasp, but he'd forgotten it. It was hard to remember much of anything when Wolfram had him pinned to the bed. His face flushed and his pulse raced.
Wolfram was far more interested in his conquest, because he was a young man who hated to lose, and snatched up the vial before Yuri could offer so much as a squeak of protest. He looked about to give a triumphant crow, certain he'd caught Yuri in the act of cheating on him with some trollop, when his complexion paled, and then immediately after flushed rather brightly as he realized what he was holding. “This is..y-you!”
“It's a prank! From Murata!” Yuri protested quickly. “He's just teasing me. Don't get any strange ideas!”
Actually, Yuri wanted him to get strange ideas, but the right ones. Not strange ideas about him having all these lovers on the side, but, strange ideas about...gulp.
Wolfram's features contorted into several different expressions in quick succession. He didn't seem to know whether to be embarrassed, angry, or amused. There were several emotions halfway between those three that also danced across his face in the next moments. Yuri's pulse pounded against the grip Wolfram hadn't released on his other hand. As for Little Yuri, well, he was wide awake. Yuri thought, 'I have to do something.' It was the only way they'd stop dancing around the subject. Well, he had to admit Wolfram had been doing all the dancing until recently. Yuri had just been a blind idiot not to notice before. He'd been so fixated on not being 'that sort of guy', that he hadn't realized that Wolfram was the sort of guy that defied classifications of gender and sexuality anyway. And, well, as it turned out, Yuri was that sort of guy. He was still a bumbling idiot about what he was supposed to do, though. Idiot or not, he had to do something. He had to let Wolfram know, in some way that wasn't way too sappy and humiliating, that he wanted him. He just had no idea what that way was. The fingers of his free hand twitched. 'I should kiss him,' he thought. 'Maybe.' He bit his lip, and was rewarded by the utterly confused expression on Wolfram's face.
“Murata is a pervert,” Wolfram admitted slowly. The way he said it, Yuri thought he might not be the only one who had first hand experience with his friend's new relationship.
“Yeah,” Yuri answered awkwardly. “I guess most guys our age are, though.”
“I'm not!” Wolfram insisted.
Yuri couldn't help but notice the way the nightgown rode up Wolfram's thighs when he moved. He tried not to, but it was impossible. Wolfram had killer legs. “You totally are!” Even though technically Wolfram wasn't a teenager. “If you weren't, you wouldn't constantly be accusing me of it! I think you think about sex even more than the average teenager does, since you're constantly bringing it up! I'll have you know I've never done that sort of thing before! Which is exactly why Murata is teasing me about it, probably, now that he has.” Actually, Murata was more likely encouraging him, but Yuri wasn't about to admit to that – his pride just wouldn't stand for giving Wolfram the satisfaction.
“I. That's not! But!” Wolfram sputtered, his face reddening with each syllable. “A-anyway, it's normal to want to do things with your fiance, or to at least not want him to do things with other people!”
“I'm not doing things with other people!” Yuri demanded, exasperated. Why did it always come to this? They fought all the time. Could this really become a healthy, normal – or even semi-normal – relationship? “For the last damn time, you're the only one I'm interested in doing things with!” His voice got ahead of his brain again, and he realized only after the fact there was no way of weaseling out of what he'd just said. He didn't want to weasel out of it, exactly, but at the same time, it was hard to admit to. There was part of him that had always thought Wolfram would laugh at him if he did, that Wolfram wouldn't want him anymore if he knew he could have him. He hadn't been consciously aware of that before, but it had always been there – bubbling under the surface.
If Wolfram's face could get any redder, it just did. His eyes widened, and his jaw worked at a sound that refused to escape. The anger dissipated like smoke. “You...with me...? S-so this...this is intended for...for us?” Wolfram's voice rose to a squeak by the end of his sputtering.
“Er, yeah. More or less,” Yuri answered awkwardly, turning his gaze away.
“But, we can't! We're not even married yet, Yuri!”
“Seems to me like lots of people who aren't married are having sex around here,” Yuri muttered, and then mustered some courage to say, “At least we're engaged, which is more than can be said for Murata and Yozak.”
“B-but, we're on a mission!”
“Greta sleeps with us when we're home, so it's like like we could do it there, either, you know.” Yuri's courage grew with each uncertain excuse Wolfram spit out. Did he really have a chance? He was so aroused right now, in spite of their argument, with Wolfram half-pinning him to the bed in that pink lingerie, his pale thighs shifting, the ruffled sleeve of the nightgown tumbling off his shoulder as he frowned pensively at the vial of lubricant and bit down on his lip.
Yuri was nervous, but he was also becoming less so, since Wolfram wasn't beating him up, or yelling at him, or even running away in horror. And, he'd released Yuri's wrist. Yuri impulsively pulled Wolfram down by the shoulders and kissed him. It was a quick peck, hardly enough to be called friendly, let alone romantic, but nerves and natural clumsiness inevitably combined. Yuri wanted to say something cool, and tried to do so. In his head, the words were all lined up in the perfect order. He wanted to tell Wolfram, 'We don't have to do anything, but I want to, and you should know that.' But, that awkward moment after their barely there kiss is when Wolfram chose to say, “...I guess you're right.”
So instead of saying something amazing and ultra-cool, Yuri actually said, “What?! Really?!!”, which only served to annoy Wolfram, who raised his voice to demand. “What? Have you changed your mind already, you fickle jerk?!”
“No, no! No, I mean...you surprised me! I mean, I wasn't saying we have to now or anything but that Murata was teasing me and I want to but it doesn't have to be right now if you don't want to...” Yuri babbled to the point even he wasn't sure what he was saying anymore.
Shit. He knew that wasn't very suave or cool at all because Wolfram was smirking at him, and Wolfram, generally, only smirked at him when he looked like an idiot.
“It's fine, Yuri. You're right. If we wait until we're home, there are a lot more people to interrupt us. We can't do it at night, because Greta sleeps with us, and if I try to sneak you off from your work during the day, my brother will be furious. It will end up that we'll be like those two, and sneak what moments we can in strange places, like the library.” He recalled when they'd first discovered Murata's relationship with Yozak. “So, while we have time to ourselves, and before you change your mind,” he enunciated. “Now is probably best.”
“I. Yeah. Okay,” Yuri spluttered. “Great.” It was, but now that it was confirmed they were doing this, as much as he wanted to, Yuri's nervousness got the better of him and he froze. “So, uhm...”
“You've really never done it before?” Wolfram asked.
Yuri shook his head adamantly from side to side.
“You really are hopeless,” Wolfram teased. His mood seemed to have improved significantly in just a few moments.
“Well, have you?!” Yuri accused. How could he have, when he got so embarrassed just talking about it!?
“Of course,” Wolfram said as if it was obvious, then smiled the sort of smile that made Yuri's limbs turn to goo. “Are you jealous?”
“No!” Yuri insisted while his brain said, 'Yes! And I'll kill him!'
“Liar,” Wolfram purred, leaning down over the half-dressed Maoh. He shifted his weight. Yuri hissed as one of those pale thighs brushed against his erection. A sharp intake of breath told Yuri that Wolfram wasn't as collected as he pretended to be. “Well, you shouldn't be jealous, anyway, since it was you.”
“Eeehhh???” Yuri asked, oh so eloquently.
“The other you,” Wolfram answered. “It was dark. I didn't know that at the time.”
“You! How could you not know?!”
“It was dark!” Wolfram repeated. “We'd been fighting, and Greta was having a girls' night at Anissina's, so I thought you were trying to apologize for being a big, stupid jerk. I realized eventually.”
Yuri remembered that day. Wolfram was being completely illogical, as usual. He also remembered the blond being all touchy-feely and creepy the next morning. Now, he knew why. 'Oh. My. God! My evil twin stole my virginity! AND Wolfram's!' The morning after, Yuri – for obvious reasons – had no memory of any of it. No wonder Wolfram glared at him all through breakfast and didn't speak to him for three days. He'd thought the reaction was kind of extreme over some imagined flirtation with a princess Yuri didn't even remember meeting. He didn't even know what to say. Yes, it was him, so it didn't count as cheating, but it was also NOT him, so it felt like cheating. “So, uh...does he come out at night...often?”
“Just the once,” Wolfram said, blushing and looking away. “But, it was enough for me to have some idea of how this works. Do you really want to talk about it all night? It feels like you would rather do it.” Wolfram pressed his thigh against the bulge in Yuri's traditional Shin Makoku black thong, which pulled a strangled little cry of surprise past Yuri's lips.
“Shut up! Of course I want to, but it was easier not to be nervous when I thought you didn't know any more than I did!” Yuri protested. Want to? Yes, he wanted to! Why were they still bickering when Wolfram should definitely already be naked? Wolfram. Naked. The thought alone was enough to make Yuri dizzy, and the worst of it was, he didn't know how he'd gone so long wanting the pretty blond without realizing it, to the point that he was now overwhelmed by just thinking about it, let alone doing it! He had to calm down.
Wolfram laughed. Wolfram was laughing at him, that's how bad it had gotten! “Alright,” Wolfram declared. “Enough stalling. You decided you wanted this, you wimp, so you'd better not whine about it later.”
Yuri forgot how to breathe when Wolfram climbed over him properly, sat back on his knees, and pulled that pink gown up and off. It left him in a pair of frilly white panties with a pink bow and a bearbee embroidered on either hip. A man in women's clothing, and women's undergarments, especially if he had the body to pull it off – 'Sorry, Yozak.' - was unbelievably sexy. Yuri didn't know how he'd managed to deny feeling this way his entire life. His first love had been a little boy in drag, after all. Hell, thanks to his mother, he'd been a little boy in drag at least half of the time! Maybe it was his mother's weird brand of love that had him in denial about this for so long. He couldn't tear his gaze away from those panties. “I thought black thongs were customary...” he mumbled, embarrassed as he realized his t-shirt had ridden up in their tussle, and his own black thong – tented vulgarly at the front – was only too apparent.
“It shows through light colors,” Wolfram answered in such a matter of fact way that it was Yuri's question that seemed ludicrous, rather than Wolfram's wardrobe choice.
Determined not to be distracted, Wolfram didn't delay in pulling off Yuri's t-shirt. Before Yuri could figure out what happened next, they were kissing. Mmm. Kissing. Kissing was great. Kissing Wolfram was a dream come true. In his dream, he was the one making Wolfram writhe, though. Reality was quite different. When Wolfram kissed his neck, he made a sound like a wounded gazelle; he was so startled by the shock of pleasure that raced down his spine at such a simple touch.
Wolfram responded by kissing that spot again: this time dragging his tongue along it. Yuri's back arched off of the mattress completely against his will. Wolfram nipped at the spot with his teeth, Yuri cried out and, much to his embarrassment, just as Wolfram was slipping his fingers under the waistband of his thong, came prematurely. His entire body convulsed, and he couldn't stop it. It was mortifying.
Wolfram sat back, lips pursed, and as Yuri looked at him, clearly aroused in his feminine panties, he sputtered out an apology. “I...I'm...that is, I...”
Wolfram sighed, as if he were a proper adult, and leaned back down over Yuri, kissing his forehead. “Honestly. You're hopeless,” he said.
“I'm not hopeless! I'm just really excited, and it's your fault for kissing that spot so much anyway. Plus, I'm a healthy teenage boy, and in a minute I'll be raring to go again anyway, and...!”
“Yuri, shut up,” Wolfram said, and the smile stopped Yuri's impending tirade dead in its tracks and calmed him.
'Right. Not a good time for talking,' Yuri thought. Wolfram was beautiful and aroused, and wanted him, and he would be an idiot to ruin that with nonsensical babbling. If his brain didn't know what it was doing, then that just made it an ordinary day. He'd just have to let his hormones make his decisions for him, which really didn't seem at all like a bad idea when Wolfram was smirking at him and bulging out of his cute panties, that really looked too small when he was so aroused.
Speaking of arousals, just thinking about Wolfram's was waking up his own, and he realized from that lower abdominal twitch that his little black thong was sticky, and was about to get disgusting, so he swallowed his shyness and kissed Wolfram rather more passionately than he knew he had in him, before sliding off the bed to finally crack past the last barrier that his nerves had been stopping him short of. He peeled out of the silky black material as quickly as possible, before he could change his mind. The way Wolfram was looking at him when he stood upright again – propped on his elbows in a positively sinful pose, and seeming perfectly happy with what Yuri had to offer, made his cock swell as if from pride.
Wolfram sat up and held out his hands to Yuri, who, instead of taking them, slipped in between them and wrapped his arm around Wolfram's back. He kissed his lips, then his jaw. Wolfram purred when Yuri got revenge by kissing his throat, but it seemed that sweet spot was far more sensitive on Yuri than it was on his beautiful fiance. Wolfram still seemed to like it, though. Yuri discovered he liked making Wolfram like things.
Wolfram had ideas of his own, though, as evidenced by the hand that slid down Yuri's back to cup his buttocks. Yuri moaned. Damn, Wolfram was taking charge again. Yuri could already feel his control and sense of self slipping at just that bare touch. He felt those lace underpants rub against his groin, and remembered his goal. He slipped his hand into them, and was rewarded with a loud groan as the heat of Wolfram's cock pressed into his palm. It felt good under his fingers. Silky. Hot.
Wolfram tossed his head back when Yuri curled his fist around it, and moaned Yuri's name. He fumbled blindly on the mattress, haphazardly as Yuri explored his organ, trying to find the little vial that started it all. When he located it, held it in front of Yuri's face. “Enough already,” Wolfram rasped. “You tease even more than the other you,” he complained.
“I'm not teasing,” Yuri defended himself. 'Just clueless,' he thought. “How do I...I mean, I understand in theory but...how much should I...?”
Wolfram pulled him down and kissed him. He uncorked the bottle and poured a bit onto Yuri's hand, smoothing it over the digits.
Yuri's breath hitched as he watched. They were really doing this! Or, Wolfram was, it seemed, as the blond flipped them over so Yuri was on his back. Yuri had to concentrate not to drool when Wolfram got up to wiggle out of his adorable panties. When his cock burst free, Yuri's responded with a desperate throb. That firm rod, bursting forth out of all those ruffles and all that lace! It was so... there were no words to describe how much it turned him on!
Fully bared at last, Wolfram climbed over Yuri. He exhaled as he lowered his hips to press their bared cocks together, and both young men moaned. Wolfram's back arched dramatically. His nipples were so tight and hard they looked as though they might fall off. They were beautiful like that. Yuri experimentally leaned forward and pressed his tongue over one. Wolfram's entire body quivered in response.
Wolfram grabbed Yuri's greased hand and pressed the slick middle finger between the crack of his buttocks. “Hurry,” Wolfram said desperately, “Before it dries.”
Yuri plunged the first finger in quickly. Wolfram's eyes widened and he cried out. It didn't quite sound like pleasure. “Slow down, stupid!” he barked.
“You just said hurry! Which do you want?!” Yuri whined back at him.

“Both!” Wolfram admitted harshly. “Quick, but slow enough to be gentle. I haven't done this since the time I told you about, you know,” he complained.
Yuri finally caught on. Three fingers, since that's how many Wolfram greased, before they dry, because they don't have enough lubricant to fool around with, fast enough because they're both impatient, but not so fast that it'll hurt. He bit his lip and slowly moved his middle finger. It was so soft and squishy inside of Wolfram. It felt kind of neat, squeezing down on his finger. Wolfram moaned and rolled his hips in counterpoint, grinding their cocks together. “More!” he demanded!
Maoh or no, Yuri obeyed.
By the time the second finger had fully entered the blond, there was a fresh, sticky mess spread out between them. Wolfram had convulsed and come – prematurely, which would have made Yuri feel better about his earlier ejaculation, if Yuri hadn't been overcome by the prince's orgasm and come right along with him.
After taking a few deep breaths, Wolfram gave Yuri a determined look and said, “it's because you spent too much time on foreplay, you wimp. We are not stopping here.”
Yuri thought he should point out that they were going to have to slow down, at least, until their mutual attraction firmed up again, but he didn't get the chance to say anything, as Wolfram ground down against him. Again. Again...
“Oh...ooohhh...oh god...!” Yuri declared. He'd come twice already, and was so sensitized that every little shift made him feel like he was on fire. And his cock? Well, he was a teenage boy, after all. It didn't take much. He had licked and nibbled blindly at Wolfram's throat as the blond frotted against him, and remembered, if a bit belatedly, to weasel the third finger into Wolfram. That stopped the rocking horse motion enough to let Yuri breathe, but it seemed the third finger made Wolfram forget how to. He quivered over Yuri, and finally, a shuddering breath escaped and he picked up the vial again, sitting back on his knees, cringing at the pleasure, and pouring out the liquid into his palms.
He made quick work of coating Yuri's organ.
Yuri choked out his name as the beautiful blond slipped off his fingers and positioned himself. He didn't have air enough in his lungs to choke out anything more than the name when Wolfram slid down over him. Around him. Encasing him. The sounds he heard – as if through a layer of water – barely sounded human. He never imagined anything could be so good.
Wolfram bit his lip, rocked his hips. Yuri was sure he was going to wake up from this dream any moment- a wet, sticky mess – but he didn't. He wasn't dreaming. It seemed impossible...for the few minutes it lasted.
Alright, they'd have to work on duration, but Wolfram was no better than he was, so when the blond collapsed beside him, Yuri had a feeling he didn't do so bad. And, he thought Wolfram would probably let him do it again, once he could get more of that potion Murata had so generously donated.
Wolfram curled into his chest without a word. Yuri thought they should get cleaned up, but he was tired, and after that, what more was there to say?
Oh, actually, there was one thing, three small words...but Wolfram was already snoring.
Yuri rolled his eyes. “You bratty prince,” he complained quietly, and rolled his eyes before pulling the blanket over them. He wasn't going to be able to look the maids in the eye tomorrow, once they saw the state of the bedding, but it was a small price to pay.
~End~
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