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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
- 29
- 30
- 31
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 30
The duke pushed the documents aside and reached out for a cup of tea on the tray that a servant had just brought in. He took a teaspoon and added two cubes of sugar. He motioned for his advisor to help himself to another cup, but the man shook his head, refusing.
“I think that’s enough for today, Ronel,” Eldara told his advisor while he swirled his spoon in the cup. “I know you returned very late last night. Go home and get a good rest. We’ll continue tomorrow.”
The man nodded gratefully. “Thank You, Your Grace.”
When his advisor left, Eldara turned to look through the almost dark window. The candles weren’t lit and he could still see people moving about outside the castle. Ronel was not the only one tired. Urgent business was one thing, but last night with Wolfram had also added to this weariness. Sipping his tea, Eldara watched two guards gentling their horses in the plowed yard. He saw one of the horses raise its tail and a pile of steaming lumps landed on the snow. With a sigh, Eldara turned away and lowered his cup. At least they had successfully managed to avoid that last night.
The duke glanced at the clock on his desk. Von Luana would soon have his dinner and it would be courteous to keep him company. The doctor had assured them that the hip was healing but, certainly, the old man was not fit to travel. It was very likely that he would stay here for the rest of the winter. Eldara grimaced. That was fine with him, but the man was going to die of boredom. Yawning, the duke left his chair and went to the door.
Eldara found Wolfram in von Luana’s room, next to the man’s sickbed, playing chess. Despite a few pillows under the old man’s back to keep him at least a little upright, it was obvious that he was uncomfortable. There was, however, nothing anyone could do to alleviate his discomfort. He would grimace in pain every time he moved the pieces on the board.
Wolfram was sitting opposite von Luana, at the coffee table, and staring at the chessboard. When the duke entered, he lifted his head to acknowledge him and concentrated back on the board. There were quite a few black pieces in the wooden box on the other chair next to Wolfram, and the remaining amount of them on the chessboard indicated that the blond was in trouble.
“I haven’t played chess in a while,” Wolfram said when, after having greeted von Luana and asking about his health, Eldara pulled a third chair over to the coffee table and sat down to observe the battle.
Further into the game, Wolfram’s situation was becoming direr and direr until he was finally checkmated. The blond accepted the defeat with a sigh and a pout.
“How about a game, Your Grace?” von Luana suggested.
“I would love to,” Eldara agreed. “I will probably be a little bit tougher to beat than Wolfram, though,” he warned with a chuckle.
Von Luana grinned at him. “All the better.”
Eldara started arranging the pieces on the board. To decide which color would be assigned to whom, Wolfram hid a white and a black pieces behind his back and Eldara drew the black one. Wolfram returned the missing pieces back onto the board.
Just as the duke had promised, he was really better at chess than Wolfram. He and von Luana were pretty evenly matched and only about an hour later the duke finally won.
“Were it not for your injury and medicine, you would have undoubtedly won,” he told von Luana.
The old man’s face acquired a pleased glow. Smiling inwardly, Wolfram watched the duke sweep the pieces back into the box.
The three of them had dinner in von Luana’s room while the man was doing his best to entertain the duke and Wolfram with the stories from his youth. After the meal, with a promise to keep von Luana company tomorrow, the blond and Eldara left the man to rest.
“His sons are coming over tomorrow,” Eldara told Wolfram while the two of them were walking downstairs.
Wolfram nodded. “Ah, yes, he told me that. He’s looking forward to their visit. I think he’s quite bored here.”
“Well, who wouldn’t be in his place?” the duke agreed with him. “Were it summer, we could at least open a window or carry his bed to the garden.”
“He tried reading, but his eyes get tired quickly.”
“You seem to like listening to him,” Eldara said curiously; when he had asked Halea and Athara to visit their elderly guest more often, his siblings looked as if he had told them to go plow snow in the yard.
Wolfram gave the duke an awkward smile. “Well… It’s not like I’m very busy either. Besides, I like his stories. And…”
“And?” Eldara prompted since Wolfram had just trailed off.
“Well, he reminds me a little of Gwendal,” the blond admitted which made the duke’s brow furrow in confusion. With cheeks tinted pink, Wolfram shook his head. “Not his personality but rather…his way of storytelling. Gwendal used to tell me stories from his old War Academy days and the battles he took part in.”
The duke nodded. “I see that you got some brother complex going on here,” he teased, opening the door to the lounge. It wasn’t late yet and Wolfram had just followed him unconsciously, thus he intended to spend the rest of the evening in the blond’s company.
“I don’t!” Wolfram denied, but not very convincingly since his cheeks turned even pinker.
Eldara chuckled. He motioned inside the dark room. “Could you?” He pushed the door open all the way when the candles flared up at Wolfram’s command. Eldara let the blond pass first and closed the door behind them.
It was obvious that Wolfram missed his brother. He wasn’t as homesick as during the first few weeks of his stay in Kardera, but it was only natural for him to miss Gwendal, who was as much a brother and as a father figure to him.
“I must admit that I’m jealous of your bond with Sir von Voltaire,” Eldara told Wolfram, while sitting down on a sofa near a table with burning candles. “It reminds me too much of what I’ve been trying to establish between myself and Athara. I have never succeeded, though.”
At first, surprised by the duke’s honesty, Wolfram didn’t know what to say. He took a seat next to the man on the sofa. “Err…” Wolfram drawled. “I’m sure he’ll soon leave this rebellious stage. Um,” he added awkwardly. “It seems like recently he has stopped frequenting that brothel as well.”
“Yes,” Eldara agreed. “However, I think it’s got mostly to do with your influence on him, not mine.”
Wolfram gave him a confused look. “Err? My influence? But I never told him anything.”
Eldara chuckled. “You didn’t even have to. I think he felt like he was losing to you. He may not seem like it but he’s quite competitive. He…” Eldara shook his head not finishing. Then he rolled his eyes. “Or maybe he just got one of those tramps pregnant.”
“Umm…”
“I’d rather he’d caught some nasty disease instead.”
By the way the blond was staring at him now, Eldara realized that he shouldn’t have said this. He had uttered these words without considering von Bielefeld’s upbringing and background. He doubted if in Wolfram’s environment things like these had ever been discussed in the open; Wolfram appeared to be put off.
“Umm… I don’t really know how it goes in cases like these, but shouldn’t she have an abortion?” Wolfram asked finally, showing that he wasn’t as oblivious as Eldara had presumed.
“That’s so but some can hide the fact of their pregnancy until it’s too late.”
“What would you do in that case?” Wolfram asked. He was pretty certain that Athara wouldn’t have any say in that kind of situation. Not after disgracing his House like that.
“That would actually depend on the woman.”
What exactly would depend on her or what Eldara would do, Wolfram didn’t have a chance to find out because any further questions had effectively been quenched by the duke’s mouth pressing against his. A sudden wave of heat flashed through Wolfram’s body. Today it had been flashing through him every time he remembered what they did last night. He got hard twice while watching Eldara and von Luana play chess. He even started thinking that there must be something wrong with him. On the other hand, he realized that it was probably completely normal.
“Does it still hurt?” Eldara asked, his hand sliding down the blond’s back to grasp his thigh.
“No. Yes. A little. Not much,” Wolfram said incoherently between their kisses. He had somehow managed to find his way into the duke’s lap and was now straddling him.
“Alright,” Eldara said, grinning against the blond’s mouth. It was amusing how quickly Wolfram got addicted to being touched. It was no wonder though. Normally, men of Wolfram’s age and standing already had years of experience in these matters, whereas Wolfram started his sexual explorations very recently. He was catching up.
“Someone might come in,” Wolfram grunted out between their kisses while the older man’s hands were working on his belt.
“Then they would be incredibly lucky to feast their eyes upon you,” Eldara muttered, his hand slipping inside the blond’s trousers. He closed his eyes at the feeling of Wolfram’s fingers in his hair. He wondered if he could make Wolfram use more force. Not everyone was comfortable with that though, and most people had a clear distinction between pain and pleasure during sex. That was the question for later experiments once he figured out how much he was able to push Wolfram.
“How can you even spout such nonsense with a straight face?” Wolfram wondered, letting go of Eldara’s head and wrapping his arms around his shoulders and nape. He felt the duke’s body shake and looked at his face to see him laugh.
“I suppose it comes with age,” the duke said, grinning at him.
Looking over the duke’s back, Wolfram gave a dazed look to the dark window further away. They were on the first floor and it came to him that the curtains weren’t closed and they could be seen, but his brain refused to care about that. He lowered his forehead onto Eldara’s shoulder and let out a shaky breath. His hips were already following the rhythm Eldara’s palm had set up. He moved his arms from the duke’s shoulders to take off his jacket. It was incredibly hot. He tossed the blue jacket next to them on the sofa and dove in for Eldara’s belt.
It took Wolfram a few frustrating moments to free the other man’s hard length from his trousers. He rubbed over the very tip to elicit a few fine tremors from Eldara’s body. He loved this feeling of power that he had over the other man. Wolfram licked his lips to wet them.
The door to the lounge opened with a loud thud and Wolfram froze, his wide eyes staring at Eldara’s face in panic. His back was turned to the door and he couldn’t see who had entered.
“I’m sorry, Your Grace, I thought I heard some noise.”
That was Karela Ine’s voice and Wolfram sat still in the duke’s lap, not even daring to move. The older man’s hand was on his nape as if preventing him from turning around. There was no way he would want to turn around anyway.
“Yes, now could you close the door, please?” Eldara said. “Thank you in advance.”
“Have a good night, Your Grace, Sir.”
The door closed with a soft thump and Wolfram let out the breath he had been holding in. Eldara’s palm slid off his nape and down to his back. His other hand palmed Wolfram again.
“I take it you’re not an exhibitionist,” he said after having discovered that the blond had softened considerably.
“Seems not,” Wolfram agreed, his shoulders relaxing somewhat. “Tell me, was Yozak with him?”
Eldara was tempted to lie but then nodded. “Yes, he was.” Wolfram groaned in misery and he patted the blond’s back soothingly. “I think he’s already gotten used to this. There’s no need to react so sensitively.” That was, on the other hand, a lie. He had been worried there for a moment since Gurrier had looked as if he would storm over to them and start throwing punches. He probably would have if he had seen Wolfram’s face. It was ridiculous to what extent people were protective of Wolfram.
Grinning, Eldara stroked the softened length. “You’re a national treasure, aren’t you?”
Wolfram gave him a searching look. “I gather he looked mad?” he concluded.
“Well… If looks could kill, I’d be dead twice and buried under the carpet,” Eldara said, pointing at the carpet covering the room with his free hand. “And you’d be locked up in a tower on a mountain on an uninhabited island, the key of which Gurrier would throw into a pit of lava.”
Wolfram glared at him. “Don’t make me sound like some hapless princess from a fairy tale. It’s his problem if he gets annoyed by…by…” Not finishing, Wolfram just grunted, irritated.
“You know, there’s a booklet called ‘A Princess’s Secret’. I think you should read it.”
“Mmm?” Wolfram hummed questioningly. His interest in the world was rapidly lessening due to the increasing pleasure in his lower body. “Is that one from your precious pornography stash?”
“Yes, it’s quite an interesting read. It’s about a princess who has been locked up in a tower for twenty years and ends up plagued by various desires.”
“Don’t you have anything about princes? Maybe knights at least?”
Eldara chuckled. “No, sorry, my collection isn’t as rich as to cater to everyone’s tastes.”
“Ohh…” Wolfram purred when Eldara’s thumb kept continuously flicking over the sensitive head. His senses were now concentrated on Eldara’s hand stroking his penis. He reached out for Eldara’s trousers to resume what he had started before Karela and Yozak barged in, but his and the duke’s hands kept thumping against each other. In the end, Eldara brushed the blond’s hand aside and wrapped his own around them both. He upped the pace.
“I’m almost…” Wolfram grunted out, feeling it coming.
Eldara’s other hand left the blond’s thigh and checked the pocket of his jacket, instantly retrieving a handkerchief. Wolfram was practically riding his lap now, the blond’s hips following the motions of the hand on him. A few images of the blond riding him in bed flashed in the duke’s head and a wave of intense lust washed over him.
They came nearly at the same time, Wolfram spilling first, Eldara following him a few seconds later.
“Mmm…” Wolfram hummed appreciatively against Eldara’s shoulder when the older male cleaned them up with his handkerchief. “That was nice,” the blond concluded. He wiggled out of the duke’s lap and onto the sofa where he set on the task of getting his clothes back in order.
“Indeed it was,” Eldara agreed with him, tucking himself back into his trousers.
ooOoOoOoo
The whole von Ashira family, Wolfram, and Fredrick were having lunch in von Luana’s room. His two sons and one grandson came to visit him as arranged. The guest room that Eldara provided him was spacious, but it seemed to be stuffy with so many people around. They were eating at the table in the middle of the room while two servants waited on them. The eldest von Luana was in his bed with a bed tray in front of him.
The mood was elated, the guests sharing their experiences of the journey. Inconspicuously, Eldara cast a look at the sons. Ferdinand von Luana was a recent widower and, as far as Eldara was informed, was actively looking for a new wife. The duke didn’t think he would have a problem finding her: money, status, passable looks, the man had them all. The new wife, though, would also get two additional children from his previous marriage: a girl and a boy in their early teenage years.
The eldest son, Markan von Luana, was in his forties already, the grey showing at his temples. Despite his older age, he was a very attractive man. He was tall and quite heavily built with a wide chest, strong shoulders and arms. His dark hair was nearly black and was cut short. The gray eyes that gave everyone a sense of strictness suddenly met Eldara’s and the duke offered him a smile. Markan smiled back at him, but Eldara could sense that the man was a little puzzled by his curiosity. What a shame.
Turning his head aside, Eldara noticed that he was not the only one enjoying the scenery – Wolfram’s curious eyes lingered on Markan as well. He and Wolfram seemed to share a similar taste in men. Sometimes, Wolfram could be very obvious in his inclinations.
Markan’s son, Vandera von Luana, was of similar age as Wolfram and Athara. This was probably one of the reasons why Markan had brought him to see his grandfather. That, or since the young man was very lively while taking in everything around him with vibrant vigor, Eldara would assume that he probably just talked his father into making him travel together with them.
As soon as everyone had eaten lunch, Eldara had invited them for a ride in town. The sons were going to stay only for a few days and he wanted to show them around before they left. It was best that they started now, before it got dark.
They had dressed and were already walking towards the door when Karela appeared as if form nowhere, excused himself and started whispering into the duke’s ear. Wolfram saw Eldara’s face cloud. Once the captain finished talking, the duke straightened and cleared his throat.
“I’m afraid I can’t attend the outing that I myself have suggested; I have urgent business to attend to. I’m very sorry, but not to fret – I’m certain that Athara will be of utmost help.”
Athara gave his brother a look that was met with sternness. It was as if Eldara was asking him who else he should employ for the task – Wolfram was their guest. It would take Halea a minimum of an hour to get ready, and Karela was just a captain. Athara nodded. “I certainly will. I dare say I know best spots in town.”
“He’s telling the truth,” Eldara assured their guests. “There are places there that solely Athara knows of, which I’ve never stepped my foot in.”
Athara glared at the duke, but saw him wink. The younger sibling just ended up just rolling his eyes and sighing. In a few moments, Wolfram found himself staring at Karela’s and the duke’s backs that were rushing off down the corridor. He was left wondering what this was about. Soon, Yozak was gone too and, by the time they left the castle, they had been joined by Fajdal. Wolfram, doubted whether Yozak would manage to find out what was going on or not. He contemplated to simply ask the duke when they returned from the town.
The von Luanas spoke passable Shin Makoku’s tongue and Wolfram, more or less, could understand when they spoke to him. He’d had his interpreter with him at lunch but had refused his services for the rest of the day. There was also Athara or Fajdal to translate for him.
Athara was being talkative today as it was required of him. Wolfram could barely understand him, since he spoke in Karderian, but the blond’s general knowledge of the language allowed him to grasp that he wasn’t missing out on much: the weather, the townspeople, the trip itself that was what they were talking about.
The town wasn’t as lively as Wolfram had seen it last. Food preparations were over, most people stayed inside, the smoke coming out of the chimneys while they warmed themselves and prepared their meals. The animals were in their sheds, the roads finally free of mud and manure, and the frozen ground easily passable.
People in the streets greeted the noble group politely, their eyes lingering on the expensive coats and horses. Most of them were already familiar with von Bielefeld, or at least have heard about him staying in the castle. Wolfram’s and his suite’s winter hats were most memorable. The blond’s newly-acquired sword, which hung at his side, also attracted quite a lot of attention.
It took them about three hours to see the majority of town. They visited the temples, the school, most local shops and, finally, stopped at the winery. They stayed there for about an hour then, afraid that his distinguished guests would start getting drunk, Athara started to organize the trip back to the castle.
When they left the winery after having purchased a few bottles of different brands, it was already darkening. Wolfram, who, despite Fajdal’s keen eyes, had two glasses to drink, was in a much better mood than he was before. He had even tried talking to the youngest von Luana. The attempt hadn’t brought any good results except for Vandera offering Wolfram a smile and a nod. What he had smiled about or what his nod had to do with Wolfram’s question of which brand of wine he liked best, was a mystery. Wolfram had been much more successful with the teenager’s father. They had struck up a conversation filled with aggressive infinitives and lost prepositions. Nonetheless, Wolfram still found out, through his inebriated conversation with the man that Markan indeed has a wife and two more daughters. And that he also loves dogs and horses. His passion, though, was hunting to which the blond wasn’t able to relate. They kept talking almost all the way back to the castle.
“My husband has a wife, Sir!” Vandera hissed softly at Wolfram while they were climbing off their horses.
Wolfram gave the teenager a confused look then turned to Athara, who had already passed his reins to one of the stable boys.
“Ermm… I think he wants to say that his father is married,” he interpreted quietly. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’ve been staring at Markan quite intently.”
“Ooh.” Wolfram felt his face heat up. He threw the reins to the nearest stable boy and slid off his mare. “That’s just because he looks so similar to Gwendal.”
“It’s not my business why you’re staring at him,” Athara told him softly. “You should, however, tactfully leak this information in next time you converse with them. Before any more misunderstandings occur.”
Wolfram nodded.
ooOoOoOoo
The younger von Luanas had left in the morning, after having stayed for three days. In the evening, after taking care of his daily work, Eldara invited Wolfram for a spar. They hadn’t spent much time together with von Luanas around and now wanted to catch up. After the good workout they went to the baths. On the way from the baths, the duke was deterred by his captain. Wolfram proceeded to Eldara’s chambers on his own.
It was the third time now that Wolfram was visiting the duke’s chambers. The first two times were brief and not very conscious and only now Wolfram could take a better look at the spacious rooms. There were two rooms altogether, both of them connected to each other by wide double doors.
Upon entering the first room, people found themselves in a tastefully decorated living room. The clutter was kept to the minimum. It was a relaxing room with cream-colored, flowery tapestry. The room seemed to be light and sunny even on such a gloomy day as this. The light brown carpet only added to the feeling of comfort.
In the middle of the room there was a large table with three chairs. Farther in the room, at the window, stood a desk with two chairs at opposite ends. This desk seemed to be preferred to the big table in the middle since it wasn’t decorated with dried flowers, instead was covered with various papers and books.
Interested, Wolfram came closer to read the titles. Most books were in Karderian languages, but there were also a few of the books which he could read: politics, strategy, a few maps, and history. Wolfram raised his head. There was a big library on the first floor but it seemed that the duke preferred keeping the books that he liked rereading in a bookcase at the wall near the heater. The von Ashira family photograph Wolfram had seen before was still on one of the shelves of the bookcase.
There were also two chaise lounges in the room. One was close to the table in the middle, the second was near the window, next to the desk. There were three soft-looking pillows on each it. This was probably where Eldara read his books.
A mirror and a wardrobe close to the door finished the ensemble. Curious, Wolfram opened it. It boasted of expensive coats, extravagant hats, sturdy boots, and a handful of brown military jackets. He had never seen Eldara wear a hat, though.
The next room was a sizeable bedroom with the four-poster bed as the main furniture. There was also a chaise longue that Wolfram had slept on after the uncanny visit to the brothel. Feeling a little uncomfortable, the blond moved closer to it to inspect the exclusive carpet underneath. The vomit stains he had left at the time had completely vanished.
The huge wardrobe, that was taking half of the left wall, contained all the wear Wolfram had expected to see: from the underwear and socks in the drawers to the jackets and shirts on the coat hangers. Curiosity got the best of him and he started browsing through the shirts. Most of them were well-made, some with delicate embroidery on their collars or sleeves, others yet free of any adornments.
“Care to try it on?”
Startled, Wolfram turned around. The duke, who had been watching him silently from the doorway, eyed the white shirt in the blond’s hands. Wolfram had chosen to closely inspect one of the shirts that Eldara had put on only once or twice since he found the brown and silvery beads on the collar somewhat too crammed for his taste. Obviously, Wolfram liked them.
“Erm…” Wolfram muttered uncomfortably. He took the coat hanger and started putting the shirt back on.
“If you like it, you can have it,” Eldara told him. “I don’t wear it anyway.”
Uncertain whether he was being teased or it was a serious preposition, Wolfram looked at the duke. It was both, he decided. A little pouting, Wolfram took the shirt off the hanger again. He went to the other side of the wardrobe with a large mirror hanged on the door.
Eldara watched him take off his jacket and shirt and put the new one on. Wolfram was more particular about clothes and his looks than most men he knew. The blond, though, had a good taste and knew how to dress himself.
“It suits you much better than it does me,” Eldara complimented him. Again, Wolfram gave him a dubious look and the duke chuckled. He walked over to the blond and slid his arms around his waist. Looking at their reflections in the mirror, he pulled the younger man’s back closer to himself, the shirt between them rumpling. “Keep it,” he repeated into the bond’s ear. Then Eldara raised his head to look at their reflection again – doubtlessly, he and Wolfram looked good together.
Wolfram nodded. “Thank you.” The gift felt both embarrassing and pleasant since he understood that Eldara simply wanted to indulge him. The blond turned around to face the older man. Eldara laughed softly and Wolfram realized that the duke understood his uncertainty.
Eldara’s hands slid in between them, to the blond’s shirt and started unbuttoning it. Once done, he smoothed his palm over the blond’s chest. Wolfram leaned in and their mouths met in a heated kiss. Wolfram’s fingers ruffled through Eldara’s hair then took a firmer grip on it when the kiss intensified.
The blond’s back bounced on the mattress when he was pushed down into the bed. Eldara’s hand cupped him between the legs, squeezing lightly, and Wolfram let out a short gasp. Eldara massaged him a few times, then set on undoing the blond’s belt. Wolfram, meanwhile, reached out for the older man’s jacket. Eldara tugged and the belt came loose, the duke now taking up the task of removing the blond’s trousers. Wolfram was hard already, the anticipation was most enticing. Once his boots and trousers were gone, the blond sat up to take his newly-acquired shirt off.
In a few moments, they were completely naked. The clothes piled on the floor. Wolfram was staring at Eldara with a hungry look and the duke could not resist the urge to ravish his mouth again. He thought that Wolfram might protest when he pressed him down into the bedding with his hands pinned at his sides. Wolfram didn’t. On the contrary, this seemed like a huge turn-on for him. Eldara had had a fair share of lovers and deemed Wolfram the type that loved to be coddled and indulged. The problem was that Wolfram didn’t quite realize that yet. He was prideful and wanted to be in control all the time, so for now he needed a man who would know how to take care of his needs inconspicuously or simply would be daring enough.
Doubtless, there would be many wishing and Wolfram would have indeed found someone to suit his needs had he not been growing up in such a closed environment. Nonetheless, it was beyond Eldara how Wolfram had fallen in love with a greenhorn who had not even the faintest idea what to do with the blond or how much fun it could be to have him. And it didn’t only pertain to sex – Wolfram was loyal to Shibuya, the loyalty stretching far beyond of him being Shibuya’s subject. Wolfram wasn’t much interested in politics, but, with time, he was going to be, and men like Wolfram were fearsome when they put their mind to something. Shibuya was a fool for letting him go. If he had played it right, the von Bielefeld House would have become his most important asset. Unless Shibuya had plans to marry Gwendal von Voltaire. In that case, he was highly underestimating Shibuya.
“Mm…” Wolfram purred when Eldara’s tongue flicked over the head of his penis. He instinctively reached out for the dark violet hair to prevent the duke from stopping the delightful activity. He was going to learn to pleasure another man like this as well but, for now, Wolfram wanted to enjoy the attention. He watched Eldara’s mouth working on him for some time. Eldara was slow, his teasing tongue licking here and there, sometimes sucking, sometimes stroking. The sight, undoubtedly, added to the blond’s pleasure, but it wasn’t comfortable to keep his head raised like this. Finally, Wolfram laid his head back onto the bedding and closed his eyes, letting the blissful sparks wash over him.
Several moments later, Eldara leaned away and moved closer to the bedside cabinet to get the lubricating ointment from one of the drawers. Meanwhile, Wolfram rolled sideways to fish for his trousers on the floor, the pocket of which contained a few condoms. His body high-strung with anticipation, the blond tossed the shiny packet between the duke’s parted knees.
Eldara uncapped the jar to scoop some lubricant. Warming it between his fingers, he looked at the blond. Currently, there was no display of previous time’s uncertainty. The only thing Wolfram appeared to be uncertain about now was why he wanted this so much. Wolfram gave him a questioning look and Eldara realized that he had been grinning.
Without answering that questioning gaze, Eldara slipped his hand in between the blond’s slightly spread thighs. He probed at the entrance then gently eased a finger in. He massaged a little, smearing the inner walls with the lubricant then pulled out, scooped out more of the mass and pushed two fingers in. He pumped in a few times, scissored and just rolled his fingers about playfully, trying to make the blond looser. Wolfram was rock-hard. In fact, Eldara had not expected the blond to be so eager about anal sex. It had seemed that Wolfram hadn’t been too enthusiastic or left with very good impressions of it during his first time.
The duke pulled his fingers out and wiped them on one of the napkins that he had readied beforehand. He took the shiny packet and retrieved the condom. Under the blond’s watchful eyes, he put it on.
“Should I turn around?” Wolfram asked.
“I think we can try it like this,” Eldara said, reaching out for one of the pillows. He instructed the blond to lift his hips and pushed it underneath him. With his legs drooping at his sides and his pelvis up, Wolfram was giving Eldara a look telling him that he found this position no less awkward.
Eldara moved in between his legs, lowered himself over the blond while supporting his weight with his left hand. With his other, he positioned himself at Wolfram’s entrance. He started pushing and the head popped in easily. Momentarily, the muscles around him tensed and then relaxed again, and he slid in all the way in without meeting any resistance.
Wolfram tried to keep the disbelief off his face. This time, the other man breaching him had nearly made him come. The movement inside him still felt somewhat awkward, but the light stretch that he could feel was now arousing instead of discomforting. Eldara started pulling out, and Wolfram’s back arched lightly.
“I wonder if I can make you come without even touching you,” Eldara muttered, watching his reactions. The blond gave him a blank look, not understanding what he was talking about.
The duke drove in slowly then pulled out again, causing a low, soft hum rise from Wolfram’s throat. He pushed back in, even slower this time. He did this a few times while Wolfram was watching him with half-lidded eyes. The slow pace was, obviously, not to his liking. The blond would have tried to stroke himself but knew it would lead to him coming at once.
“Are you planning on going like this till tomorrow morning?” Wolfram grunted out finally.
“And is it bad if I do?”
Wolfram chuckled. “I don’t think you have that kind of stamina.”
Eldara’s eyebrows rose. “Care to try?”
“Gods, no. I don’t want either of us ending up crippled.”
The duke chuckled. He shifted his weight and lowered his head to kiss the blond’s unruly mouth. He snapped his hips forward, making the blond grunt into his mouth. He broke the kiss and upped the pace. In a moment, he felt Wolfram’s legs wrap around his lower back, to give him better access. No doubt, the man was a quick learner.
Wolfram was nearly there, his heartbeat loud in his ears, air leaving his lungs in short, quick gasps. The pleasure and heat in his lower body skyrocketed with every thrust. Finally, he felt it coming, his fingers digging into Eldara’s shoulders, his body seizing.
Panting, Eldara watched the younger male riding out his orgasm. He would have relished over the fact that he had seemingly made Wolfram reach the heights of ecstasy, but he badly wanted to come as well. The blond was impossibly tight now, every muscle in his body strung. Fruitlessly, his hips undulated against Wolfram’s backside until he felt the blond starting to relax. Bit by bit, he pulled out then pushed back in again until he was able to move freely. He came fast, squeezing the blond’s right thigh painfully with his palm.
TBC
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