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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
- 61
- 62
- 63
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. Gwendal – 54.
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 Anonymously Awesome
Part 62
It took a collective effort to separate Wolfram and Lyam. It wasn’t even a fight – it was more Wolfram acting like a rabid dog while the other man tried to shake him off. Once they had managed to calm Wolfram down and convince him to leave, Yuuri maneuvered him out of the tavern door and headed for his royal shack.
“Aren’t you embarrassed?” he muttered angrily to the stumbling blond. “You’ve made a spectacle out of yourself! And to think I believed that this habit of yours was in the past!”
“What habit?” Wolfram asked, his voice pure acid.
Yuuri groaned mentally. Apparently, the cool outside air had sobered the blond up. He hadn’t meant for Wolfram to catch on. He wasn’t exactly proud to have read Gurrier’s reports addressed to von Voltaire.
“Your drinking habit.”
“Oh great! And is there anyone left who doesn’t know about it?” Wolfram hissed.
“Even if there had been before, there certainly isn’t now! You made sure of that!”
Wolfram quieted. It wasn’t often that Yuuri got so angry. He thought that his anger might not be without
reason either.
They entered the shack; Wolfram was mostly walking on his own again. He lit the candles, sat down on his make-shift bed and started undressing.
“They are good friends,” Yuuri said suddenly. He was rummaging about in the bedside cabinet, looking for his toothbrush and toothpaste.
“Yes, they are,” Wolfram agreed. He tossed his recruit jacket on the bed next to him. “Even though I’m mostly a rich ass.”
“Well, they probably expect a few favors as well, for being your friends.”
Wolfram turned to him. “What the hell, Yuuri? You’re one to talk! You keep chasing me just because you expect something in return! Because you’re selfish! If you wanted what’s good for me, you’d have left me alone!”
The king had been out of line with his rude comment about Wolfram’s friends, but the blond’s words cut much deeper than his guilt. He tossed the toothbrush and toothpaste back into the drawer and slammed it shut.
“Do you actually even love me? At least a tiny bit?”
Wolfram glared at him. “I just might. I think I do. No, I believe I do.”
This really did sound awfully fishy when someone else said it. Yuuri blushed in shame. “Oh, Wolfram… I’m so sorry,” he murmured. “Is there someone else you’d rather be with?”
“No, there isn’t. Not at the moment.”
“You know, I’m rather worried that you’ll fall for Lyam. You two are awfully close.”
“He doesn’t like men.”
Yuuri’s eyebrows rose meaningfully. “Not yet.”
Wolfram couldn’t help laughing. “Not everyone’s like you. You don’t need to be jealous of him. His secret dream is to be rich enough to be able to afford two wives and no less than ten children. Whoops, I wasn’t supposed to tell this to anyone.”
“Polygamy is not allowed in Shin Makoku.”
Wolfram chuckled. “Yuuri, there’s no law against it. It’s not a cultural thing and is very uncommon, but it’s not outlawed. It’s even convenient in some cases. I know one family where a man, after his brother’s death, took in the widow and his brother’s kids alongside his own wife. Their life seems to be perfectly normal, but it takes a special kind of a woman to agree to this kind of an arrangement. I don’t think they’ve ever had children of their own. That’s probably the main reason. Yet, I can imagine that the family is a constant source of the neighbors’ gossip.”
“Oh. I didn’t know.”
Wolfram shrugged.
“Would you really prefer me to end this? To just go back to Shin Makoku? This is rather…”
“The fuck are you talking about?!” Wolfram hissed at him, jumping from his bed. In a few long strides he was in front of Yuuri. “Now you want to end this? I’ll fucking gut you, sonofabitch!” he yelled, shoving at the king. Yuuri stumbled and fell, landing half on the bed, half on the floor.
“Ugh. No, no,” Yuuri tried to calm him down while trying to get up. “I didn’t say I want to break up. It’s just the way you said it earlier. It seems you really regret this.”
“I don’t, you idiot! I will probably regret it later, so I regret that I will regret, but don’t you ever dare speak about breaking up! If I hear it again, I’ll fucking gut you! Gut you! If you think of playing with me again, I’ll set all of damn Shin Makoku on fire! On fire! You hear me?! On fucking fire!”
“Uhh… Yes, yes, I hear you. You’re actually still quite drunk, aren’t you?”
“I’m not drunk!”
“Yes, yes, you’re not,” Yuuri conceded. He was immensely relieved that all of Wolfram’s earlier blabbing was just drunken talk. The best thing about it was how protective Wolfram had become of their relationship. Perhaps not exactly for the reasons he would like, but nonetheless.
“C’mon, let me get up already,” Yuuri said, holding his hands out for Wolfram to pull him up. He sat down on his bed without letting go of the blond’s hands. He tugged at them, lowering their clasped hands to his sides onto the bed, which brought the blond’s face close to his. He kissed Wolfram, teasing his mouth open. Wolfram tasted of wine and bread. The blond was still simmering with drunken anger and mistrust; his body was tense and radiated heat through the open collar of his shirt.
Yuuri couldn’t stop himself. Once Wolfram started answering his kiss, he pulled the blond even further, on top of himself and lay them down on the bed. They kept kissing and touching each other. Yuuri attacked the blond’s clothes – his shirt and trousers then finally his underwear. He was curious and excited about the other man’s penis. He had certainly seen and touched it, but it still intrigued him. It certainly didn’t repulse him as he had been worried it would, at the very beginning of their relationship. Far from that. He hadn’t exactly examined other men’s junk. He had seen his share in baths, but the common courtesy was to avert your eyes and just ignore the male attachment.
Wolfram wasn’t circumcised as it wasn’t generally done in Shin Makoku. Yuuri guessed that Wolfram was of average size, or maybe somewhat above it, when erect. It excited him to no end to see it harden and redden at his touch. He touched it more, lightly at first, watching the blond close his eyes in pleasure then stroked harder. Yuuri, however, wanted something else tonight; something that he kept thinking about throughout the day. He let go of the penis and slipped his hand in between the blond’s thighs. He pressed his fingers against his ass, where he wanted to get in.
“Can we do it?” he asked, rubbing back and forth. Even though he couldn’t read Wolfram’s face, his cock visibly twitched.
“Are you sure?” Wolfram asked him carefully. At the same time, though, his thighs fell open a little wider.
Yuuri nearly growled in frustration. “Of course I’m sure! I’ve been wanting to do this for the past month! It’s been driving me crazy!” The thing that was actually driving him crazy was that von Ashira had been there while he still hadn’t. The memory of the man buried in Wolfram’s ass up to the hilt was so intense that he didn’t know whether it was more arousing or annoying. “I want to do it with you,” Yuuri repeated. “To put it in.”
Wolfram was certainly willing but still wasn’t certain whether it was such a good idea to let Yuuri do it to him. First, the king had no experience. Second, he hadn’t done it himself in a while. To sum it up, there was quite a tangible risk of pain and injury.
“Umm… Alright,” Wolfram said disarmed by both the lewd look on Yuuri’s face and his own lust. “But only if you have condoms and can find some lubricant.”
Yuuri’s face was alight with excitement. “I’ve got those!”
“You sure come prepared.”
“You bet!”
Wolfram didn’t tell him that, back at the barracks, under his bedside cabinet there were three boxes of condoms and two different kinds of lubricant. Just in case.
Yuuri tried to keep his cool while arranging his secret stash on the bed next to the naked Wolfram. Again, he had insisted but had neither experience nor much knowledge of how to execute his own request. He had done his research on anal sex and the Internet had been most helpful. There were tons upon tons of information, yet he hadn’t had much time to sift through it and see what was most relevant in his situation. To be honest, he had freaked out after browsing through a few websites. Apparently, he needed a lot of lubricant, to prepare and stretch Wolfram before doing what he wanted. But even reading about the preparations overwhelmed him. He didn’t know how many times his face had changed colors. Perhaps he should have asked Yozak for advice after all; Gurrier had been most willing to teach.
A fleeting thought crossed Yuuri’s mind that perhaps he shouldn’t do this with Wolfram while the blond wasn’t exactly sober. Yet, the idea to retreat now seemed unbearable and ridiculous. Wolfram clearly wanted him no less than he wanted Wolfram, and he wanted to believe it was due to more than the alcohol clouding the blond’s mind.
With a bottle of lubricant in his hand, Yuuri kneeled at Wolfram’s side. He felt embarrassed while the other man just watched him quietly. Wolfram was still hard while he was going soft from how awkward this all was.
Wolfram didn’t know whether it would be better to help Yuuri or let him work it out through trial and error. It was obvious, though, that Yuuri was starting to lose his confidence. Without a word, Wolfram sat up and took the box of condoms. It was black and shiny with a few colorful, neutral symbols: a few triangles and circles. He wasn’t able to read the hieroglyphs on the box since he didn’t understand Yuuri’s native language. It baffled him that Yuuri was able to speak his so well, though. He opened the box and pulled out two condoms. He tore one of the wrappers open, pulled the rubber out. Then he took Yuuri’s right hand and unhooked his index and middle fingers. While Yuuri kept staring at him motionlessly, he rolled the condom down over those two fingers.
“Umm…”
Wolfram took the lubricant from Yuuri’s left hand, unscrewed the cap and pushed it back into his grasp. ‘The wetter, the better,” he added while lying down again and spreading his legs. This kind of exposure did feel embarrassing no matter how many times he had done this. It was actually the first time for Yuuri. If he runs, it’s now, thought Wolfram. His stomach clenched at the disquieting thought.
Yuuri leaned in between his legs, and Wolfram palmed his genitals, holding them up so that the other male had a better access to his backside. Yuuri’s gaze unnerved him and he turned his head to stare at the door. He hoped that it was locked. Yuuri squeezed out some lubricant on the two condom-clad fingers and lowered them in between the blond’s thighs. Following the hazy Internet instructions in his head, he rubbed his fingertips against the blond’s anus smearing it with the lubricant. Wolfram’s eyes went wide and his body rigid. Yuuri’s hand jerked back in shock.
“What?”
“It’s cold!”
Yuuri stared at his fingers. “Oh. I’m sorry.”
“Will you stop freaking out?” Wolfram admonished. “Just keep it on your fingers to warm it up. Push them in, but don’t force it. Let me get used to the…uhh…feeling. Then you can…can…” The words in Wolfram’s head were “play a little” but it felt too awkward to say them. “…stretch me,” he finished while staring at the door again. If anyone walked in right now while he was sprawled on the bed like this…
“I did bolt the door. You can’t run away.”
Looking at Yuuri’s nervously grinning face, Wolfram wondered if he was really worried about that.
“How about using a pillow?” Yuuri suggested suddenly. “I’d reach better.”
Wolfram groped about his head, grasped a pillow and passed it to Yuuri.
“I hear this must feel good,” he said while his fingers probed at the blond’s anus again. “If one knows what they’re doing.”
“Doesn’t seem the case with you,” Wolfram remarked drily and instantly regretted his words.
Yuuri gave him a sheepish look. “Well, I hope I’ll have time for practice.” Amazed, he watched his fingers slide into Wolfram’s ass. There was some resistance at first, Wolfram clamping down on his fingers but then the muscles relaxed and his fingers slid all the way into his ass right up to his knuckles. He raised his head to look at Wolfram’s face, to see whether anything was amiss. It seemed like it wasn’t. He wriggled his fingers around, moved them a little. It still wasn’t and he started to imitate thrusting. He did it slowly and very carefully at first then noticed that Wolfram was getting harder. To Yuuri’s relief and immense surprise, he obviously liked it. Yuuri didn’t believe that he had found his prostate – he hadn’t even tried looking for it yet. Yuuri crooked his fingers to rub the upper wall of his insides. Wolfram’s soft gasp immediately proved his success. Yuuri patted himself on his imaginary shoulder – good job! And it hadn’t been as difficult as he had expected it to be. He continued to stimulate that particular spot. He kept staring at Wolfram’s face until the blond closed his eyes.
“Can I put it in yet?”
Wolfram gave him a look. “Yeah, be my guest.”
Yuuri chuckled at the phrasing. He pulled his fingers out and removed the condom. He took the second one that Wolfram had taken out of the box. He had practiced putting on a condom on before to make sure not to embarrass himself in front of Wolfram, but it was still awkward to put it on while he watched. He rolled it down his shaft and gave himself a few strokes to see whether it would slide off or not. It didn’t.
“Apply some more lubricant,” Wolfram warned the other man when he was about to position himself in between his thighs.
Yuuri did as told. In order to do what he intended, he had to crawl over Wolfram until he nearly lay on top of him. They stared at each other.
“Never in my wildest dreams have I thought that I’d ever be so embarrassed,” Yuuri muttered into the blond’s ear, making him laugh.
“Don’t worry,” Wolfram chuckled, kissing him. “You’ve haven’t got much to worry about – there’s just one hole. You can’t miss it.”
Yuuri kissed him back, grateful to him for lightening the mood. In a moment, mostly blindly, he positioned himself and pushed in. It was tight but, to his surprise, he just kept sinking deeper without stopping, right to the hilt. With his inexperience he didn’t know whether he should be surprised or not. At that moment, he didn’t have the ability to think of either.
“Oh,” was all that he was able to say. His dick felt wonderful inside that hot tightness. He felt the irresistible urge to move, which he did.
“Slow down a bit,” Wolfram cautioned when Yuuri started thrusting at once. “Let me get used to it first.”
“How?”
“Just stay still for a bit.”
“I don’t think I can,” Yuuri said, panting. His heart was beating wildly, sweat oozing from every pore. He moaned when Wolfram shifted, trying to maneuver himself into a better position. “Don’t do that,” he grunted out, lowering his forehead on Wolfram’s chest. “Feels too good.”
When Yuuri had planned this, he had thought about going slowly, pleasuring and teasing Wolfram until he started begging to let him come. Reality appeared to be different once again. The other man’s proximity, his body, the sounds he was making, the way his cock felt in Wolfram’s ass…all of it had made him come in less than a minute.
The look on Yuuri’s face was priceless. It was a mix of embarrassment, guilt and surprise. Wolfram could feel the other man’s penis starting to soften inside him. With a chuckle, he pulled Yuuri’s head down and kissed him. Yuuri answered him greedily, grateful for the chance to hide his embarrassment.
Wolfram could still remember how he had wished to give all his firsts to Yuuri. It hadn’t exactly turned out that way. He, however, had also wished to have all Yuuri’s firsts.
While they were kissing, Wolfram felt him slip out of his body completely. He wrapped his leg around the king’s waist, shifted, lifted him up and suddenly the younger man found himself under the blond. This particular predatory look on Wolfram’s face suddenly made the king realize that the blond wasn’t very particular concerning topping and bottoming. This was news to him.
Wolfram watched the kaleidoscope of feelings play out on Yuuri’s face: shock, fear, reluctance, curiosity, panic. He hid his face in the crook of Yuuri’s shoulder to stifle his laughter.
“Don’t worry, I won’t do anything you don’t like,” he chuckled into Yuuri’s ear. “Just say ‘stop’.”
“Stop,” Yuuri muttered in a humorless voice.
Wolfram burst out laughing. “But I haven’t even done anything yet.”
“I’m not going to wait until you do.”
“Mmm?” Wolfram raised his head to look at Yuuri’s face. “What exactly are you worried about?”
“About many things,” Yuuri muttered.
“For example?”
Red-faced, Yuuri kept quiet, and Wolfram chose to ignore his protests. He sat up between Yuuri’s legs and started taking the condom off Yuuri.
“Um, Wolfram,” Yuuri grunted, embarrassed. He tried to sit up as well, but Wolfram’s hand pressed against his chest pushing him back down.
The blond pulled the soiled condom off and tossed it onto the floor where it stuck wetly. Yuuri had obviously not prepared himself for such a turn of events either mentally or physically.
“What are you doing?” Yuuri asked him cautiously while watching Wolfram open the box of condoms again and pull one shiny packet out.
“What does it look like?”
The blond tore it open, pulled the condom out, put it over two of his fingers and rolled it down. Then he applied some more lubricant and lowered them between Yuuri’s legs.
“Wolfram, no,” Yuuri protested trying to close his legs. It didn’t work as Wolfram was right between them.
“Yes, yes,” Wolfram said, noting that despite Yuuri’s reluctance, his lower half wasn’t all that disinterested – the younger man’s penis was starting to thicken again. He wrapped his palm around it and stroked it slowly. Yuuri squirmed at his touch. It felt both bad and good as he was still too sensitive after having come just minutes ago. Yet Yuuri was going to take this option over his ass being plundered any time. To his disappointment, Wolfram lost interest in his half-hard cock all too soon. The blond’s fingers prodded his backside again.
Wolfram watched him for a few moments then removed his hand.
“Are you really so against it?”
Yuuri stared up at him. Feeling vulnerable he tried to close his legs again.
“I…I think…” he muttered uncertainly. When the further course of action depended solely on him, he felt lost. Wolfram was kneeling right in front of him with his cock jutting high in the air. He had taken his pleasure in Wolfram, now it wouldn’t be fair to deny him this. It was his turn now. A favor for a favor, so to speak. Really, what was the big deal?
“Mmm… We could try,” Yuuri muttered finally. He was obviously still uncertain and Wolfram felt a wave of tenderness wash over him.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt. And if you really don’t like it, we’ll stop.”
Actually, the thought of pain hadn’t even crossed Yuuri’s mind. Now he gave Wolfram another mistrustful look.
“It’s going to be fine,” Wolfram reassured him again.
Yuuri let out an uncertain hum but relaxed his back and legs to show that he was willing to try.
Wolfram’s condom-clad fingers pressed against his anus again. They rubbed around and over the entrance while slicking it up and letting him get used to being touched there. Then Wolfram applied more force trying to push his fingers in, and Yuuri went rigid.
“You’ll have to relax,” Wolfram said, his fingers retreating and resuming to massage around the clenched entrance.
Yuuri gave him a look, and Wolfram thought back about his own “deflowering” and remembered that he hadn’t been in awe of the preparations either. Unlike Yuuri, though, he had been much more interested and enthusiastic about the whole thing since he had dreamed of a cock up his ass for a long time.
Yuuri exhaled trying to relax. The fingers kept rubbing over his anus then, suddenly, slipped in without any warning. He grunted, wide-eyed, protesting the intrusion, but Wolfram paid no heed to him.
“Relax.”
Yuuri shifted his back on the mattress while his eyes concentrated on the ceiling. It just felt plain weird, Wolfram’s fingers in his ass. The fingers started moving backwards and he felt himself clamping down on them. He tried to relax his muscles again, and the fingers slid back into him.
“This doesn’t feel good,” Yuuri said, still staring at the ceiling. “Nor bad,” he added. “It’s just…strange.”
“It’s alright, it’s not really supposed to feel good just yet,” Wolfram said. He pulled his fingers out to add more lubricant then pushed them back in again. Personally, he enjoyed penetration even if there was no additional stimulation. It was obviously too early for Yuuri.
Wolfram pressed his fingers upwards, crooking them a little. The reaction was instant, Yuuri’s eyes widening.
“Oh.”
Wolfram continued to stimulate his prostate while alternating between firmer and gentler pressure. Yuuri was still staring at the ceiling, making sure their eyes didn’t meet. His body, though, was much more honest: his cock was hard again and his legs had finally fallen open to let the blond’s fingers reach deeper.
“Feels quite good, doesn’t it?” Wolfram teased him.
“Yes,” Yuuri agreed. He wondered if Wolfram intended to make him come like this. He probably didn’t, but he was about to. The warmth from where Wolfram was touching him was spreading all over his cock and ass. It was quite amazing.
Wolfram’s fingers slipped out of him completely, and Yuuri looked at him with an obvious question on his face.
“Turn around,” Wolfram instructed, pulling the condom off his fingers.
“What? Why?” Yuuri protested, staring at the blond’s aggressively jutting erection. It seemed to be painful, just as his was now.
“You know perfectly well why,” Wolfram said, grabbing another condom from the packet. He tore it open and pulled the condom out right in front of Yuuri’s eyes.
“No, I don’t,” Yuuri said, watching him roll it down his shaft.
“It goes in easier,” Wolfram explained while smoothing out the condom.
“Umm…”
“It’s true.”
“No. I mean, yes, I believe you. It’s just that…”
“It’s embarrassing only for the first ten seconds.”
“Mmm…right,” Yuuri mumbled. Reluctantly, he turned around and got down on all fours. His face turned bright red when he felt Wolfram’s hands taking hold of his thighs and lowering his back. His ass was now high in the air and he felt the blond spread it wider. He knew that he had quite a few hairs down there and could tell that Wolfram was staring.
“I thought about shaving it off,” Yuuri admitted, feeling awkward and shy.
“Oh. Don’t. I don’t mind it at all, and it will probably itch like hell while growing back.”
Wolfram chuckled to himself, wondering about Yuuri’s insecurities. This was how a grown man’s ass looked like, not like his own - embarrassingly smooth and shiny. Eldara had teased him about it a couple of times.
Then Yuuri felt Wolfram press against his anus and buried his face into the pillow. “Ow,” he grunted at Wolfram’s unsuccessful attempt to enter him.
“Relax and breathe.”
“Fuck you!” Yuuri grunted out into the pillow. “Ow!” he gasped when Wolfram pushed again. And then, to his astonishment, he kept pushing and pushing.
Wolfram watched himself disappearing into Yuuri’s hole. Once he had breached the ring of muscle, the rest was easy. Yuuri, though, was breathing loudly and was trying to flatten himself into the mattress.
“It’s all in,” Wolfram informed him once him balls came flush with the younger male’s ass. He bit his lip in pleasure. He had forgotten how good it felt to be in another man.
“Congrats,” Yuuri muttered. His ass felt stretched beyond its capabilities.
“Does it hurt?”
Yuuri considered the question. “No. Not really. It’s just very uncomfortable. Things are clearly not supposed to go up there.”
Wolfram chuckled. He reached out to stroke Yuuri’s cock, which, despite all the said discomfort, hadn’t softened at all. He squeezed a little and felt Yuuri shiver. A few more squeezes and strokes opened Yuuri much more. He started thrusting, very slowly and carefully at first, then upped the pace.
Dazed, Yuuri breathed into the pillow. All the action his ass was getting still felt pretty much alien to him. The slick friction and an occasional brush against his prostate were nice but he mostly reacted to Wolfram’s hand on his cock.
“I’m going to come,” he muttered.
“Let me come first,” Wolfram said.
“Only if you hurry up,” Yuuri gasped out.
The hand from his cock disappeared and settled on his hip instead. Wolfram started fucking him in earnest. Yuuri hid his face in the pillow again. There was something carnal about getting fucked in the ass by another man. There wasn’t much pleasure in it, it was, in fact, quite uncomfortable and even painful and yet he found himself pushing his ass higher, so that Wolfram’s cock could go in even deeper.
He soon felt Wolfram’s body seize up behind him and he started coming while still mindlessly thrusting into him. A few moments later, he exhaled loudly.
“Want me to pull out?” he asked Yuuri. He was going to go soft in seconds and, after that, there was no way he would be able to stick it back into Yuuri.
“No, just make me come quickly,” Yuuri grunted out. He was already touching himself unconsciously, his left hand tugging at his leaking cock and bursting balls. It just felt like a waste to make himself come while Wolfram was right there.
“Oh… Oh…Mnn…Gh!”
Yuuri’s whole body seized up, his mind going blank with pleasure. Wolfram kept stroking him while he mindlessly rocked into his fist. He didn’t even feel his body expel the blond’s limp cock. His own cock kept spurting seed for several moments until there was none left.
“Mmmn…” he exhaled, his head still empty while the rest of his body felt pleasantly heavy. Wolfram was still rubbing the tip of his cock. He could hardly keep himself upright. His ass was still up in the air but only because the position didn’t let his body fold.
Wolfram stopped stroking him and patted him on his rump. “Well, this hasn’t been too bad, has it?”
TBC
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