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Disclaimer: I don't own Kyou Kara Maou! It belongs to its respective owners. This fan fiction is not a commercial project, and I'm not making any money from writing it.

Chapter List
- 1-Bloom
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
- 14-Part 14
- 15-Part 15
- 16-Part 16
- 17-Part 17
- 18-Part 18
- 19-Part 19
- 20-Part 20
- 21-Part 21
- 22-Part 22
- 23-Part 23
- 24-Part 24
- 25-Part 25
- 26-Part 26
- 27-Part 27
- 28-Part 28
- 29-Part 29
- 30-Part 30
- 31-Part 31
- 32-Part 32
- 33-Part 33
- 34-Part 34
- 35-Part 35
- 36-Part 36
- 37-Part 37
- 38-Part 38
- 39-Part 39
- 40-Part 40
- 41-Part 41
- 42-Part 42
- 43-Part 43
- 44-Part 44
- 45-Part 45
- 46-Part 46
- 47-Part 47
- 48-Part 48
- 49-Part 49
- 50-Part 50
- 51-Part 51
- 52-Part 52
- 53-Part 53
- 54-Part 54
- 55-Part 55
- 56-Part 56
- 57-Part 57
- 58-Part 58
- 59-Part 59
- 60-Part 60
- 61-Part 61
- 62-Part 62
- 63-Part 63
- 64-Part 64
- 65-Part 65
- 28
- 29
- 30
Disclaimer: I don’t own Kyou Kara Maou! – It belongs to its respective owners. This fan fiction is not a commercial project, and I’m not making any money from writing it.
Warnings: yaoi (male x male), violence, swearing, angst, drama. Wolfram-centric, out of character, original character.
Summary: With Yuuri’s upcoming birthday, Wolfram makes his decision. Where will it lead him and what is to become of them? Should eventually be Yuuri x Wolfram.
A/N 1: Yuuri – 18 years old. Wolfram – 21. Eldara – 32. Halea – 20. Athara – 18.
A/N 2: Greta doesn’t exist.
A/N 3: European/American/Japanese standards all at once depending on the plot requirements.
A/N 4: A tendency to ignore the anime/manga and supplement the story with my own imagined facts.
A/N 5: Season III is not taken into consideration, except for the fact that Wolfram’s uncle exists.
A/N 6: The umlaut in Gunter’s name is a bother.
Bloom
by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com), beta-read by bishie82
Part 29
Wolfram kept waving until the familiar figures on board merged with the breaking dawn and he wasn’t able to tell them apart. After that, he climbed back on Rendar and turned her around. The guards followed his example. Athara, Halea, and her fiancé climbed back into the carriage and the procession started moving towards home. The duke, though, motioned for them to stop and urged his horse towards one of the dock workers who were still unloading the goods from the moored ship. Wolfram had noticed Eldara eyeing the heavy trunks and sacks earlier; the duke obviously wanted to ascertain himself that everything was being done with his approval. Eldara talked to a man, then to a few other workers and lastly to one of the guards. Then, seemingly satisfied, he turned his horse around and sided with Wolfram. A two-hour journey for home awaited them.
“There aren’t many ships,” Wolfram noted.
They were passing by fishmongers and he was looking around, interested in the goods on the stalls and in barrels. Various smells were floating in the air, some of them forcing Wolfram to hold his breath.
Eldara gave him a long askance look. “They are on patrol,” he said finally.
Wolfram didn’t miss a suspecting glance that the duke threw towards Yozak. They were passing a stall with smoked fish and the blond pointed at tasty looking bundles of smoked mackerel.
“Let’s get this for lunch, Yozak.”
The captain turned his head to inspect the fish and nodded approvingly. “They should taste good, Sir.” He motioned for one of his men to buy the goods. The soldier urged his horse towards the stall.
Suppressing a sigh, Wolfram rolled his eyes at his unsuccessful attempt to send Yozak off on the short quest. Yozak was such a pest. The blond turned back to the duke.
“All Shin Makoku has is a few trade ships and a few hundred fishing boats,” he said. “That’s a common knowledge and one would think you wouldn’t need to worry about giving your navy’s routine out.”
Eldara offered him a smile that was anything but amused. “It’s not only Shin Makoku I’m worried about.”
Wolfram decided that Yozak being a spy through and through was also a common knowledge.
“Well, yes,” the blond agreed. “Kardera did have a lot of enemies throughout history. And if anything, it’s we who should be worried about your navy,” he pointed out.
”Shin Makoku doesn’t have a navy because you don’t need one,” Eldara said. “If enemy comes, you throw fireballs and create storms.”
“But not having a navy also means we aren’t planning on usurping any other lands,” Wolfram pointed out.
“That’s only as long as your King decides to play a pacifist.”
“Yuuri is not playing a pacifist!” Wolfram spat. “He really hates war. He’s always done everything to avoid bloodshed.”
Eldara watched him with a thoughtful look in his eyes. “That’s what everyone says,” he said finally. “But a Demon’s life is a long one and no one knows what will happen in the future.”
Wolfram stared at him angrily then turned away. “You really do hate us, Demons,” he muttered.
“I don’t, Wolfram,” Eldara denied. “Demons or Humans, all of us have the same nature. It’s just that Demons are harder to fend off.”
“To kill, you mean?” Wolfram growled.
Eldara sighed. “Why are we talking about this? We are not at war. We aren’t even considering starting a war. “And it’s such a fine morning,” he added with a motion at the brightening sky.
Wolfram glared at the sky but could already feel the anger leaving him, the tension in his shoulders bleeding away. Now he felt annoyed with himself. He had defended Yuuri. He had done it automatically and with such fervor that the duke had looked at him with surprise. When was it going to end?
The soldier whom Yozak had sent for fish returned with a bagful. The pleasant smell of smoked mackerel reached Eldara’s nostrils and his mouth started watering. He thought that it would be a good idea to buy more of it for everyone to share during lunch. He sent one of his guards back to the stalls to get a few different kinds.
Wolfram was quietly riding next to the duke, seemingly still angry. The morose face didn’t fit to his playful hat with floppy ears. Eldara lowered his gaze to the sword at the blond’s side. King Shibuya was, undoubtedly, a strange man. The lack of experience and the young age must have also taken their toll on Shibuya’s judgment. If anything, he should have married Wolfram the first best chance he had. On the other hand, everyone had their likes and dislikes. All the better.
Before leaving for the harbor, the duke had ordered to heat the water in the baths. Once they arrived back in the castle, everyone went for a soak. It felt good to relax and warm up after the trip. When they left the baths, the lunch was already on the tables. The smoked fish was the main attraction even though it was not a rarity on the household’s menu.
Since today had been meant for farewells, the duke hadn’t planned any appointments. Everyone took their time enjoying the meal and each other’s company.
After lunch, Wolfram left for his room to rest. Thoughtfully, Gunter had brought him a few books from Shin Makoku and the blond wanted to use the few hours of sunlight he still had. He had two books. One was called <i>The Wartime</i>, the second – <i>The Story of Milkmaid Clarista</i>. Even though Wolfram knew he should read the first one that would help him prepare for his future exams in order to gain the title of an officer, today he was more interested in knowing what happened to Clarista.
Wolfram pushed the armchair closer to the window, brushed the curtain aside and sat down to start reading. Four pages into the story, Wolfram took a mistrustful look at the book’s cover again. He was overtaken by a nagging suspicion that there was more to Clarista’s story than he had first presumed. Three more pages later he stumbled upon an orgy that included Clarista, a fat miller and someone named Billy Goat. The sensible thing to do was to throw the book into a fireplace. The problem was that he had no fireplace and, frankly, he could not resist reading further.
Wolfram was so engrossed into the milkmaid’s loose lifestyle on her father’s farm that he was caught off guard when a sudden knock on the door was heard. A small gasp escaped his lips. He hadn’t even noticed that it had become dimmer in the room, and that the sun was in its final stage of setting. He realized that he could barely see the letters now. Quickly closing the book, he lit a few candles with a flick of his wrist. He sat still trying to will his awkward erection away. He wasn’t even certain what made him react since he found the milkmaid’s story more disturbing than erotic.
When Wolfram went to answer the door, he wasn’t surprised to see the duke. Moving out of the doorway, the blond motioned towards the table where the usual carafe with water and a bowl of apples stood. While Eldara was walking towards the table, his eyes caught the sight of a book on the windowsill. Interested in where the blond’s tastes lay, he walked over to look at the cover. He grinned and took the book. He thought it was somewhat strange that Wolfram read this kind of literature when his preferences leaned towards men so clearly. Yet, real life and sexual fantasies was not the same thing.
“I didn’t know you were a fan of Clarista,” he said, turning around. Wolfram appeared to be flustered and Eldara laughed. He waved the book in the air. “Have you read the part where she steals his savings and he can’t complain to anyone because his wife would find out he’s been cheating on her?”
“Have you read it?”
That was already more of a statement than a question but Eldara shook his head. “No, I haven’t. Halea told me all about it. A long time ago she and Athara found it amongst our father’s belongings. I imagine it had caused quite a few giggles.” He lowered the book onto the table next to the carafe. “It still seems to be pretty popular,” he said with a wink.
“It’s not mine,” Wolfram said, blushing lightly. “I think it belongs to Gunter. He must have accidentally switched one of those he had intended to give me with one from his precious collection.”
Eldara grinned. “Hmm… Accidentally, you say?” he drawled, putting the book back down on the windowsill.
Wolfram gave an uncertain shrug.
“Are you still upset over our conversation?” the duke asked when they sat down at the table. During lunch Wolfram had been quieter than usual and now he also seemed to be subdued.
Wolfram shook his head. “No, I’m not. I…” He shrugged. “I think I feel somehow nostalgic with Mother and Gunter gone.”
“Oh, I see.” Eldara reached out for the carafe with water. “Well, with von Christ gone, your life will be easier.”
Wolfram laughed softly. “So will be yours.”
Smiling, Eldara shrugged. He filled a glass, pushed it over to Wolfram and took another one for himself. “I do understand him, don’t think I don’t,” he told Wolfram. “He’s worried that I’m a bad influence on you, and I probably am.”
Wolfram tapped his fingers against the glass. “He’s right. You do influence me.” He raised his eyes to look at Eldara’s face. “But it’s a welcome influence. We think differently but there are many things I admire you for and many things I want to learn from you.”
Eldara’s face acquired an expression of uncertainty. “This sounds like…”
Wolfram laughed softly. He shook his head. “No, this is not a love confession. But… Would it be bad if it were?” he wondered.
The duke chuckled at the curious look in the emerald eyes. Wolfram didn’t even seem to realize how seductive and cunning he sounded. Or maybe he did. Sometimes Eldara couldn’t tell with the blond. He reached out for Wolfram’s face and brushed his fingers over the smooth cheek.
“No, Wolfram, it wouldn’t,” he said, leaning in to press their mouths together.
It wasn’t comfortable to kiss while leaning forward in their chairs and they broke it off quickly. Eldara stood up, Wolfram followed his suit and they kissed again. Wolfram felt more relaxed than the previous times and the blond suspected that this indeed was due to Gunter’s absence. He wondered what von Christ would think if he knew that.
“Mm?” the duke wondered when he felt Wolfram grinning against his lips.
The blond shook his head. “It’s nothing,” he muttered, leaning in again for yet another kiss. Wolfram’s arms wrapped around Eldara’s shoulders and stayed there until he had his fill of the duke’s mouth.
Feeling those arms slide down his back and slip under his jacket, Eldara’s lips settled on the side of the blond’s neck to pamper the sensitive area. Wolfram let out an appreciative hum and cocked his head sideways to give the other man a better access. The blond’s fingers started making their way through the buttons on the duke’s shirt and the older man felt himself being maneuvered backwards, to where the bed stood.
“Clarista seems to work wonders on you,” Eldara said, grinning against the blond’s neck. He cupped Wolfram through his trousers and gave a light squeeze to the already hard member.
“Yes, I don’t know why,” Wolfram admitted, ignoring the teasing. He closed his eyes as the older man continued to massage him through the fabric.
“In that case, I can share my collection of similar booklets with you,” Eldara said, turning them around and seating the blond on the bed. He immediately leaned in to steal a quick kiss.
Wolfram laughed against his lips. “Are you offering me your precious pornography stash?”
Eldara grinned at him. “Yes, I do. It’s not a big collection, though.”
“Oh my, what would Gunter say?” Wolfram said in a reproachful voice.
“I think he would ask to borrow it.”
Wolfram burst out laughing and flopped down onto the bed. Eldara followed him and stretched next to the blond sideways. Their eyes met and the amusement on Wolfram’s face turned into a look of lust. Their mouths locked again and hands tugged at the clothes impatiently.
Through the open fly in Wolfram’s trousers, the duke’s fingers slipped into his underwear and pulled him out. He stroked the younger man a few times then let go and continued freeing him from his clothes.
With each other’s help, they soon were completely naked on the bed. Parts of Wolfram’s skin were covered in goose bumps since it was a little chilly but, from the way the blond’s body was responding, the duke knew that wasn’t going to be a problem. He stroked the younger man while grazing and nipping at the skin around his neck and chest. Wolfram’s fingers were massaging his shoulders approvingly, while an occasional moan would leave his lips.
Eldara’s erection was digging into the blond’s thigh and he reached out to massage it. A few strokes drew out an appreciative hiss from Eldara’s mouth. Wolfram still couldn’t get used to the fact that it was him causing these needy gasps. Their hands kept bumping into each other and Eldara let go of the blond. He moved to his knees and made Wolfram kneel as well. He ran his palms along the younger male’s back, up to his shoulders, and then down again, to his waist.
Eldara could tell that Wolfram wanted him to hurry up. Instead, he continued to caress the blond’s back, curious about whether he would take the initiative. Wolfram did – his palm wrapped around both of their erections and started stroking them. Encouraging, Eldara caressed his waist then his hands slid lower, to the globes of Wolfram’s buttocks. He squeezed lightly, eliciting a soft groan from the younger man. Wolfram loved that part of him being touched. The duke continued to knead the buttocks, drawing out more moans. Wolfram’s hand was working faster now, and Eldara could feel how slippery it was. The blond was getting close. Eldara covered Wolfram’s hand with his, stroked together for a few moments then removed it.
“Ah,” Wolfram mumbled in surprise when one of Eldara’s hands slipped in between his buttocks to brush over his anus. He shivered in pleasure when the finger stayed there to rub over it continuously.
“Do you want to try it?” Eldara asked, applying more pressure so his finger nearly slipped inside the younger man. He felt Wolfram shiver again. The blond’s eyes were closed while his hand was still moving over both of their erections inertially.
“Do you?” Wolfram asked, opening his eyes to give the duke a dazed look.
It took Eldara all of his restraint not to topple them over. All he wanted now was to press the younger male down into the bed and just have his way with the blond. By the way Wolfram’s pupils dilated and his face flushed, it was obvious that the blond had read it all on his face. And it was apparent he didn’t mind. Eldara’s finger slipped past the outer ring of muscles and inside Wolfram.
“I’d be lying if I said I don’t,” Eldara said, his index finger massaging the blond with in and out motions. In fact, he had been thinking about it non-stop for the past few days. His digit pressed against Wolfram’s prostate and the blond’s rhythm on their erections lost its consistency.
“I’m about to come,” Wolfram stuttered. The insistent finger rubbing against his prostate was sending sparks of lust up his spine. The blond’s hand continued stroking them but now the rhythm was fast, chaotic. “Ghm,” Wolfram grunted through clenched teeth when he felt the climax coming. “Mghh…”
Eldara watched him come. The blond had clamped down on his finger, but he continued to rub the spongy nub until Wolfram rode out his orgasm. Then he pulled his finger out and let the blond fold down onto the mattress.
A little out of breath, Wolfram raised his eyes to Eldara, who was stroking himself in slow, unhurried motions. The raging erection looked painful, the bulging veins on the shaft glistening.
“Didn’t you say that you wanted to…” not finishing, the blond trailed off. The duke’s lust-filled gaze met his. Embarrassed, Wolfram averted his eyes to stare at the pillow. “We can do it.”
“That’s so, but…” Dubious, Eldara gave a look at Wolfram’s nearly placid member nestling amongst the few blond curls. He did want to do it and part of him, probably the one he was holding in his palm, wished for Wolfram not to back down. Still, the other part of him didn’t want to rush things. Not when it seemed that for Wolfram, sex was some kind of a key to all the questions that he had accumulated during the stage of his frustrating and unrequited love.
“We can probably try that next time,” the duke said finally. He continued to stroke himself and upped the pace.
“Why so? Your face says differently,” Wolfram pointed out, his eyes meeting Eldara’s challengingly. “Having some doubts?”
The duke chuckled softly, his voice a little breathless. “Oh, I’m having tons of doubts, but no more than you, I can assure you. This is not a contest,” he said more seriously. “You’ll also be much more sensitive now and it’s probably not a very good idea for your first time.”
“Let me tell you what’s not a very good idea,” Wolfram told him. “It’s for you to contradict yourself so much when your balls are about to become blue and fall off.”
Eldara laughed softly. He gave himself last few quick strokes and let go. “Alright, then.” It was not as if he was going to protest any further.
He leaned forward to grasp the sleeve of his jacket that had previously landed on the bed near the pillows. He pulled it over and opened the inner pocket to retrieve a small jar of ointment. At the sight of it, Wolfram got to his knees, scooted over to the bedside cabinet and opened the first drawer.
“What is this?” Eldara asked curiously, when a red-faced Wolfram held out a shiny packet for him. He lowered the jar with ointment onto the sheets.
“A condom,” the blond muttered.
“Huh, is it?” the duke wondered, taking the smooth packet from the blond. He rubbed his fingers over it, testing. “I’ve never seen anything like this.”
“I was told it can prevent…” Wolfram trailed off. Anything he was about to say sounded insulting in his head, and he just stared at the shiny packet in Eldara’s hands.
“Where did you get it?”
“Umm…” the blond muttered, embarrassed. He shifted closer to the other man and pointed at the tear-mark on the packet. “You open it here, take it out and roll it down your… Yes, now hold it by the tip. Make sure you have the slippery side outside.”
The duke gave him a searching look and Wolfram blushed again. “Yozak gave them to me. I’ve practiced a bit with a few of them.”
Eldara grinned at him. “It certainly seems so.” He did as instructed and started smoothing out the creases under the strange fabric. He could easily presume its purposes even though Wolfram had just trailed off like that. He was pretty certain that he didn’t carry anything since he chose his partners carefully, and Wolfram, obviously, hadn’t even had a chance to catch anything. Yet, it was better to humor the blond since he was already nervous enough.
Wolfram gave the duke a sheepish look when the older man’s gaze fell between his legs. The apprehensive eagerness had made him livelier than a few minutes ago, but still, for all of his tough talk, he looked pitiful. Not certain what he should do, Wolfram sat down. That brought the other man’s jutting erection to his eyelevel and he stared at it awkwardly. Seeing his predicament, Eldara moved in between the blond’s legs and pushed on his shoulders lightly to make him lie down. He took the jar and uncapped it. After scooping up the contents with his fingers, the duke rubbed them together to warm up the lubricant then pushed his hand in between Wolfram’s buttocks. He circled and rubbed around the entrance to let the blond get used to the feeling again then slipped in. Wolfram tensed at first, then, after several in and out motions, relaxed again.
“Oh,” Wolfram grunted, his body shivering and clamping down as the fingers brushed over his sensitized prostate. “Oh,” he repeated when Eldara continued to rub over the spongy nub. He blinked and his eyes left the duke’s face to stare at the ceiling. It felt both pleasant and disagreeable at the same time. He grunted again. Realizing the gasps echoing in the room were coming from him, the blond covered his mouth to stifle them.
“Let it out,” Eldara said, pushing at his arm. The noises the blond was making were delicious and he wanted to hear more of them.
Wolfram pushed back at the duke’s hand. “There are…ohmn…guards outside the door,” he said.
“So what? I doubt they think we are playing cards or reading poetry in here.”
Wolfram chuckled and turned his head to look at the older man. “You are quite shameless.”
“And you have too many complaints for a virgin.”
“Can I even be considered one?” Wolfram laughed. To his mind, they had done too much playing around for him to be still considered one. The rubbing inside him was becoming more and more pleasurable, and Wolfram sighed softly, his eyes leaving the duke’s face.
“That question will soon lose all significance,” Eldara promised him.
The blond chuckled. His eyes kept staring at the ceiling then he closed them. If Eldara kept rubbing like that, he was going to come again. He already wanted to touch himself. Before he could say anything, Eldara pulled his fingers away. Then they were back again with more cool lubricant. This time the digits just pumped in and out a few times, circled around and slid out again.
“It would be best if you turned around,” Eldara said, trying to cap the jar. His fingers were slippery though, and it ended up flying at Wolfram’s stomach.
“Yowch!” Wolfram grunted, picking up the jar. “Why?” he asked, handing it back to Eldara.
“It will be a much more comfortable position than this,” the duke said, motioning at Wolfram with his head. “Ah, to hell with it!” Eldara grunted losing his patience with the jar. He reached out to leave it on the bedside cabinet, uncapped. When he turned back to Wolfram, he saw the younger male giving him a dubious look. “Have a bit more faith in me.”
Wolfram didn’t question anymore and turned around.
“Lift your hips,” Eldara instructed. “Yes, like this. Now spread your legs. Lower your shoulders.” The back of Wolfram’s neck turned red, showing that the blond found the position immensely embarrassing. This pose, though, was really best for someone’s first time. Later, they would improvise.
The blond tensed when he felt Eldara’s hand settle on his thigh firmly. He was excited about this and the thought of having the man inside him was breathtaking. It was keeping him hard and on edge. Yet, there was also the anxiety of the unknown.
“It will probably feel uncomfortable at first,” Eldara warned him. “Try to relax and don’t hold your breath.”
Wolfram nodded wordlessly. He felt Eldara press against him. The heavy erection was much thicker than his fingers and, as soon as the blunt head slipped into him, Wolfram felt his body seize up, protesting the invasion.
“Does it hurt?”
Wolfram shook his head to deny. It did not, it was just… He tried to relax and felt it slide deeper into him. It seemed like most of the resistance was gone now and he took a few deep breaths while Eldara continued to go deeper.
“It’s all in,” Eldara said when their bodies came flush.
The blond said nothing to that since he had no idea what to say. The fullness and stretch felt unnatural and uncomfortable. He could feel himself clenching around the shaft. He just stayed still, adjusting. Despite the discomfort, he didn’t want it out of him – the intimacy of the act felt erotic and he was painfully hard.
“Try to relax,” Eldara told him, his right hand slipping past Wolfram’s waist to enclose his member. Wolfram tightened around him at the unexpected touch, his back arching lightly.
“Easy for you to say,” the blond muttered accusingly.
Eldara chuckled and took a long breath, trying to calm himself down. He didn’t have much patience with Wolfram, who, even at this moment, wanted to stay in control. It was simply impossible. All Eldara wanted to do now was to keep going. The more Wolfram tried to stay in control, the longer it was going to take for him to adjust to the new experience.
He stroked Wolfram until he saw the blond’s shoulders relax. The entrance became loose enough for him to start moving. As soon as he started, though, Wolfram clamped up again.
“Stop resisting,” Eldara muttered. “Just stop over thinking it.”
“I’m not!” Wolfram breathed out. Then he realized that he was and he grunted in annoyance. He willed himself to relax, and most of the discomfort disappeared at once. Eldara pulled out and pushed back in, making Wolfram inhale deeper.
The in and out motion inside him felt foreign. Despite that, the intimacy, the other man’s body heat, his hand on him, and the knowledge of what was being done to him was so arousing that Wolfram wondered why he hadn’t done this sooner.
His breathing had turned harsh, the unnaturalness was still there but now it was being overwhelmed by the pleasure that was clouding his mind. He lowered his forehead onto the bed, his shoulders coming lower as well. Then he felt a light push of Eldara’s hand on his upper back, pressing him further down into the bedding. Wolfram submitted without much thought and let himself be maneuvered. The change in position brought quick results: the in and out motions inside him now started to spread warmth in his insides.
Wolfram had become much looser and Eldara could hear the younger man let out a small pleasurable gasp every time he drove into him. Wolfram wasn’t going to last long. He had not expected him to either. New to the experience as he was, it was no wonder. The resistance was completely gone, and when he thrust harder, Wolfram’s upper body pressed itself down into the bedding while the rest of his body rose up. Eldara didn’t think that Wolfram was aware of that. The blond’s fingers had fisted themselves into the sheets. His head was turned sideways, and it seemed that the only thing he was concentrated on was breathing.
The blond was still following the rhythm of the hand on his member, the undulating motions of his hips hypnotizing. Eldara watched himself disappear into and then appear again from the stretched anus. Wolfram then started coming without any warning. Suddenly tensing, his member pulsated and coated Eldara’s fingers with seed. Mindlessly, the blond rolled his hips a few more times then sighed loudly.
Gritting his teeth in concentration, Eldara waited for him to relax then pulled out carefully. Wolfram squirmed and once Eldara was out of him, he turned around to face him. The other man was rock-hard. He was taking the condom off. Supporting himself with his hand Wolfram rose a little and reached out for the bobbing rod with his right hand.
The duke watched him from under half-lidded eyes. There was a lot of lusty impatience in them and Wolfram started stroking faster. It didn’t seem quite enough and soon Wolfram found himself under Eldara again, the older man pressing him into the bedding. Still thrusting into the blond’s hand, the duke ravished his mouth. Wolfram’s hand on his shaft faltered and Eldara covered it with his own, setting the pace he wanted. Being close, he broke the kiss and turned his head to the side, panting. They were of about the same height, their cheeks almost touching, and Wolfram could hear the grunts and puffs turning more and more desperate, the guiding hand was now squeezing painfully, the motions jerky and fast. He then came, coating their hands and Wolfram’s chest with thick streamlets of seed.
Eldara freed the blond’s hand and rolled off him. He lay still for a few moments, enjoying the afterglow. Then he started searching the nightstand cabinet for tissues or napkins. Once he found some, he went to the carafe with water.
Sprawled, Wolfram lay on the bed, dazed by the experience. It had been completely different to what he had imagined. Sex appeared to be a quite messy affair. There was pleasure, of course, just as anticipated, but there was a lot of awkwardness too. Now, when the endorphins dissipated, his anus felt itchy and there was mild irritation too.
Wolfram gasped at the unexpected coldness that suddenly spread over his stomach.
“Are you alright?” Eldara asked him, continuing to clean the blond with a wet handkerchief. He chuckled when Wolfram gave him a sleepy nod. “Next time will be better,” he promised. “Always is.” Wolfram nodded again, and Eldara was struck by how young he looked. He could not help reaching out to stroke the blond hair even though he knew that Wolfram’s appearance was deceiving.
Before the blond could fall asleep, Eldara found another jar in the pockets of his trousers and brought it to bed.
“This should take away the sting,” he said, his fingers slipping in between Wolfram’s legs and up his butt.
The feeling of them moving inside him, suddenly made Wolfram so embarrassed that he nearly kicked the duke in the face. The man probably sensed his discomfort since he removed his hand quickly. Curious, he watched the blond’s flushed face.
“Is there something wrong?”
Wolfram glared at him, his face becoming even redder. He then shifted sideways and groped around for the blankets. “Not as such,” he muttered angrily.
Eldara couldn’t prevent a chuckle that escaped his lips. “There’s no need to be so embarrassed.”
“Shut up.”
TBC
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