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Reasons
By
LilyChan
“Human
beings are the only creatures who are able to behave irrationally, in
the name of reason.” – Ashley Montagau, quoted in New York
Times
Yuuri
sighed tiredly as he forced himself awake to make it back to his
chambers. Günter really tired him out with all
the History lessons! Though he did understand why he had to learn
about the past 26 Demon Kings, but what he didn’t quite understand
was why did the lavender-haired servant tried to make him learn it
all in mass quantities? Yuuri did ask him at one point, but Günter
seemed generally offended at the question, thus the boy dropped the
subject.
Now
all that this Demon King wanted was to rest his fried brain. He
absentmindedly opened the door that led to his chambers and sat on
the fluffy bed that begged to be laid down on. He tossed himself
back, still with his uniform on his body in which they were sore from
the events that day. For once, things in the Demon Kingdom were
quiet, though Conrad was more then happy to help him with his
swordsmanship.
Yuuri
narrowed his black eyes. I swear, Conrad’s a sadist, he
thought as he moved his body onto the bed more. However, he felt a
lump. He tried to move it as though it were a pillow, but the object
felt heavier then what it really was.
Not
again! The poor boy thought as he pulled back his covers, only to
find Wolfram in his pink, frilly thing. Yuuri rubbed Wolfram’s
shoulder in a futile attempt to wake him up.
“Wolfram,
how many times do I have to say get out of my room and get your own?”
he whined, “I know this bed is comfortable, but come on! Do we
really have to go through this every night?”
Yuuri
gave up after a while and sighed in defeat as he decided to change
clothes.
“Well,
it’s not like he’s going to wake up anytime soon.” Yuuri
decided aloud as he started to unbutton his clothes, which remarkably
looked like his school uniform. After he let the top garment fall on
the ground, he started to take off his pants and hunt for his
pajamas, unaware that the blond had just opened his beautiful green
eyes.
However,
Wolfram was just as tired as Yuuri, if not more. Lord Weller really
went all out on the boys. Though, he didn’t understand why Wolfram
himself needed the training, he was already one of the best! But as
long as he had his eye on his flirtatious fiancée, it was
worth the extra training. His eyes drooped, unable to keep anymore
awake.
“Hey!”
Yuuri exclaimed as he finished buttoning his pajama shirt. He placed
his hand back on his shoulder and rubbed him awake, only harder.
“Wake up, Wolfram! Get your own bed!”
The
sleeping blond grew tired of the infuriating hand; he reached up and
tried to move his betrothed’s hand away. Yuuri was persistent
though.
“Come
on, Wolfram!” he whined. He wanted not only his bed to himself, but
he actually had a question for him. He felt the silk from his pink
nightshirt (nightdress?) and how it truly goes with his skin. Yuuri
shook his head.
Don’t
think such weird thoughts, Shibuya, he thought as he continued in
his efforts to wake up the blond. This is a guy, for Pete’s
sake! You’re just tired and irritable… Yeah that’s it! Got to
wake up Wolfram…
Though,
his nostrils chose that particular moment to pick up Wolfram’s
scent. It smelt a little like Cecily, as he recalled the numerous
times she would place his face in her rather large bust. But he had a
special scent to him that Yuuri couldn’t recognize, but knowing the
strange customs and eccentric ideals of a good smell of this world,
well, he didn’t want to offend the blond any more then he had to.
He shrugged it off as him being lethargic. Aforementioned, he did
have a long day.
However
the boy still didn’t wake up. He then tossed himself on the empty
space next to him, groaning.
“I
don’t understand why you always want to sleep with me, Wolfram! And
in that pink frilly thing you wear! Have you no shame?” he asked as
he tossed himself on his side, facing the sleeping blond. “I wonder
why you always wear it,” he asked sleepily as he drifted off to
dreamland.
Unbeknownst
to him, however, Wolfram had waked, sat up, and stared at the
dark-haired king. Honestly, he didn’t know why he wore the outfit.
Perhaps it had sentimental value to it? His mother did give it
to him, despite him stating on numerous occasions him stating over
and over that he was not a girl. Then he smiled, realizing what his
reasons were.
It’s
because Yuuri was his fiancée. And as such it was okay to see
his significant other in such attire. Besides, he should be grateful
he was wearing the garment in his presence. Normally he wouldn’t
let anyone near his bedroom during the evenings and when he would
wake up. Of course with Lord Weller and the annoying and clingy
servant barging in His Wimpyness’s room, he had to sacrifice his
need to keep things like that under wraps.
However,
Wolfram decided that he’d gladly show his wimpy king what his
reasons were. Although, it was going to be tricky; it was very
obvious that the black haired-black eyed king was not keen on having
a male (even if he did look very feminine) for a fiancée or in
that way. But of course, Wolfram had a plan of action. Then
again, he almost always did.
oooo
When
Yuuri woke up to still be in the Demon Kingdom, he let out an annoyed
groan. He was still in the Demon World. He tried to get up from the
comfortable bed, but found that he couldn’t. He tried to get up
again, but he still couldn’t get up. Instead, whatever it was that
kept him down before just pinned him down harder.
“H-hey!”
he exclaimed, now fully awake. He struggled in the grasp of whoever
captured him and found that the still couldn’t escape their grasp.
“Let
me go! I’ll do anything!” he exclaimed even more. He closed his
eyes, fearing that he was being kidnapped yet again. But what he
didn’t expect was to feel another pair of warm lips against his. He
froze, unsure of what to do since it’s not only extremely
awkward but somehow he had come to like it.
When
the person pulled away, he froze to see who it was he had just
kissed.
Wolfram.
He
had kissed Wolfram.
Wolfram
is a guy.
Yuuri
is a guy.
The
two had just kissed.
Yuuri
kind of liked it.
Yuuri
enjoyed kissing a guy.
Most
importantly, Yuuri enjoyed kissing Wolfram.
The
one who disrespected Conrad and pretty much everyone he came into
contact with.
“What
the hell, Wolfram? Get off of me!” he shouted his arms and legs
flailing up and down, to and fro. Wolfram simply held him in place,
just staring at him with those large green and beautiful eyes.
He
narrowed his own black eyes. “Please stop staring at me like that…”
he whined.
The
blond continued to stare at him, him edging closer back to the shaken
up boy. Yuuri backed up, but he hit the wall. Even then, he tried to
climb so he could get away. But he grabbed him and kissed him again.
This
time he managed to put his tongue inside of his mouth and tried to
get it to play with his own. Yuuri tried to pull away, but his nerves
were tingling.
In
a good way.
He
started feeling strange, especially at the pit of his stomach –
like butterflies flying around his stomach as he closed his eyes in
enjoyment. Wolfram wrapped his arms around his ribs as he brought
himself hovering over the boy, his excitement poked his stomach.
Yuuri’s
eyes popped wide open as he found the strength to push the blond off
of him. “What are you doing, you sicko?” he asked excitedly as he
got himself up, not realizing his own arousal had erected, even for
just a little bit. Wolfram glared at him and crossed his arms.
“You
wimp, you can’t even do anything more then a kiss,” he stated,
clearly annoyed. Yuuri just gave him a baffled look.
“But
you’re a guy! I’m a guy! That’s just not right!” he heatedly
stated.
Wolfram
continued to glare at him but Yuuri could tell that the blond was
hurt. He bit his lip as he thought about what he just said. Maybe
what I said was a little too harsh? He thought as he felt that
feeling returned.
He
took a few steps closer to Wolfram but the blond merely turned away.
Yuuri
instantly felt guilty for saying that in front of him. “H-hey, I’m
sorry…” he said as he tried to put his hand on his shoulder
again. The blond jerked it away as best he could.
The
other tried again, but this time he managed to place his hand on the
shoulder. He held him firm so he had more a chance to keep him
around. When he didn’t struggle this time, Yuuri turned him around,
and noticed that tears started to flood his eyes.
He
bit his lip as another knife of guilt stabbed him in his heart again.
He looked square at Wolfram in the eye, and tried to control his
rapidly beating heart. Why am I so nervous? I’m just going to
apologize to him. Yuuri reminded himself as he cleared his
throat, a futile attempt at calming his heart down.
“I’m
sorry, Wolfram,” he said as he gave him a sincere smile. However it
only made Wolfram angrier and the blond pushed him on the bed. Before
Yuuri could gather what just happened to him, the blond jumped on top
of him as tears fell from his face and onto Yuuri’s.
“You’re
always sorry! You always apologize even for the most ridiculous and
ludicrous things! You make me feel guilty for having these feelings
for you whenever you apologize for me whenever I say those harsh
words, you wimp!” Wolfram ranted, his emotions, for once, on his
sleeve. He raised his now clenched fists and slammed them against
either side of Yuuri’s head – which really made him nervous. “Why
do you always have to apologize? Do you know how much everyone really
wants you? They want you because you have black hair and black eyes!”
he cried through clenched teeth, anger and jealousy evident. Yuuri
blinked.
“But
I wear contacts and a wig! How could they know?” he
countered, trying to calm the upset blond down.
Wolfram
honestly had no comeback for that. However, he felt his now fragile
heart breaking even more. He couldn’t believe that this boy was so
dense, that he couldn’t tell his own fiancée’s love
for him.
Wait.
Love?
He
didn’t know why he was crying about others flirting with his dense
fiancée. But then he knew he had a duty – to marry whoever
slapped him on the left cheek. However he didn’t realize how long
it’d been since the proclamation of the engagement. Perhaps he had
grown to love the wimp, much to his dismay.
However,
he decided he rather take it out on some of the amateur and
practicing swordsmen. It wasn’t like he was going to kill them –
just to rough them up a little bit. He gained control of his tears
and rolled off of the now very bewildered dark haired teen. He wiped
his wet face with his sleeve.
Yuuri
was beyond confused, if that was possible. One minute the blond was
yelling at him for flirting too much (Where did he get that
notion?), and the next he’s giving him the silent treatment.
The boy shrugged. Perhaps it was something that he had thought of
something else. However, he couldn’t help but feel responsible for
his grief. He decided that after he had gotten changed perhaps he’d
talk to the blond about it.
oooo
Through
the entirety of the day, save for the morning, he had not gotten a
chance to talk to Wolfram, much less get a response out of him. The
blond surprisingly ignored him throughout the day, even when some of
the servants would really flirt with Yuuri, Wolfram didn’t jump in
between them. Of course, Wolfram’s strange attitude didn’t go
unnoticed. Conrad had pulled Yuuri aside and, for once he wasn’t
smiling, asked him what was the matter with the blond.
”Err,
he probably just got off the wrong side of the bed, that’s all!”
he nervously laughed as he rubbed the back of his head. The man
narrowed his hazel eyes. Yuuri merely laughed a bit more. He gathered
that he wasn’t satisfied with the answer that the younger boy gave
him. However before he could inquiry further, a servant had called
him about something. This gave Yuuri the chance to sneak off though
he was sure that Conrad would lecture him or something similar.
He
was confident that he'd gotten away; he jumped when he saw Wolfram
walking down the hallway, a blank (or was it sad) expression on his
face. Yuuri laughed at himself for being so jumpy, even though he did
hear the echoing footsteps in the corridor.
“Ahh,
you scared me Wolfram!” Yuuri stated as he tried to calm down his
heartbeat. It was going; it felt like, a million miles per hour. It
could be from the fact that Wolfram just surprised him.
Yeah,
he’ll go with that.
However,
as expected, Wolfram didn’t respond; much less give him eye
contact. He merely went on towards to where he was going. Yuuri
blinked.
That
was it.
He
was going to find out what was wrong with Wolfram and he was going to
patch things up with him. even if it killed him.
“I
just hope it doesn’t have to resort to that!” he mumbled to
himself as he ran off to chase Wolfram. “Hey, Wolfram, wait up!”
the Demon King called out. The blond’s steps didn’t falter one
bit. However, it did seem that he sped up. Just a tad.
Yuuri
walked faster so he could keep up, but Wolfram merely ran faster. By
now, it seemed that two were involved in a children’s game that
involved chasing each other. Of course they ran over some poor
servants.
It
felt like forever, but it was really about 45 minutes before Yuuri
fell on the ground, panting. “That’s it. I’m defiantly running
more when I get home.” He told himself. However, Wolfram turned
into a room.
Yuuri’s
room. He took a deep breath and walked quickly to his room, although
unbeknownst to him that the three female servants followed him
closely behind. They were trying to hold their laughter and
squealing, but some let loose.
“Huh?”
he asked himself as he turned around. The three hid behind some
exaggerate plants and the two were slightly at the one who let loose.
She gave them an apologetic look. Yuuri figured it was just his
imagination, so he shrugged to himself.
Don’t
get distracted, now, Shibuya, he thought to himself, you have
to make up with Wolfram.
He
stood outside his door, and took a deep breath. He opened the door,
finding it unlocked. He stepped in and blushed like he never thought
he could blush.
Wolfram
was on his bed, with his trousers down to his ankles, and his
uniform top open with a couple of fingers pinching a pert nipple.
The
blond froze, dick in hand, the mere fact that Yuuri caught him
turning him on even more. Yuuri wasn’t quite sure on how to take it
himself. He froze, his heart rate going faster by the minute.
W-what
should I do? I can’t believe he’s touching himself there on
my bed! Yuuri thought. However the awkward silence
continued between them until Wolfram grunted as he reached down to
pick up his pants. He then realized that his fiancée was going
to call off the engagement for sure and he’d be called a dirty
whore for doing something so indecent and improper.
He
was about to leave the room, when the shocked Maou broke out of his
stupor, he grabbed the blond’s shoulder.
“Let
go,” the blond demanded. He brushed off the hand and tried again,
but this time Yuuri grabbed his shoulders and kissed him, not exactly
knowing why and what cause him to do such an act.
But
he couldn’t let Wolfram leave.
The
two separated and Wolfram still refused to give him eye contact.
Yuuri
placed his hand on his chin and turned it to so he did give him eye
contact.
“Why
did you act like that this morning, Wolfram?” he asked, obviously
his voice very husky from the surprise kiss.
He
still didn’t answer him.
“Please,
answer me. I need to know so things can go back to normal,” he
paused. “Well, as normal as it usually is.” He added.
Wolfram
smacked Yuuri’s hand away as he placed his lips against the once
again shocked boy.
“You
really are dense, aren’t you, Yuuri?” he whispered as he placed
his lips near his earlobe. He chuckled slightly as he shook his head.
He rubbed his head against his neck as he brought his own body closer
to him. Yuuri bit his lip. He didn’t understand why, but it felt
good to have Wolfram’s body against his own.
“You
know why it feels good?”
He
shook his head as the tingles went to his groin and spine.
“Because
you share the same feelings I do.”
Yuuri’s
eyes widened. “But you’re a guy, and I’m a guy. It’s not
natural.”
Wolfram
pressed his lips together before letting out a harsh breath through
his nose.
“But
you’re my fiancée. And as such, people think we’re
intimate. Please, Yuuri? I promise I won’t call you a wimp … as
much.”
Yuuri
narrowed his eyes. Apparently love can change a person, but this new
Wolfram kind of scared him.
Although,
before he could answer, Wolfram captured his lips again, but this
time he pried his mouth with his tongue. Yuuri gasped slightly and
tried to get away but Wolfram grabbed his mouth with his hands and
brought him closer.
His
tongue then discovered Yuuri’s retreating one and decided to play
with it. At first it was reluctant to play with the new guest, but
once his tongue touched the other, Yuuri was surprised on how good it
felt. He moaned into the kiss as he felt the new sensations going up
and down his body. He reached over and tried to bring Wolfram closer,
but they tripped and fell. Yuuri knocked the back of his head against
the wall and it stung. Wolfram landed on his chest. He had obviously
closed his eyes, but when he opened it, he found that he had landed
on his chest.
He
blushed as he got up, although Yuuri grumbled about being
light-headed.
Wolfram
sighed; it was obvious that he really wasn’t into it.
“When
are you going to call of the engagement?” he asked, in a remorse
tone.
Yuuri
gave him another confused glance. “Huh?” The blond had obviously
got offended over the remark and yelled in his face.
“Admit
it! You’re ashamed to have me as your fiancée, is that it?”
“It’s
not that, Wolfram. I’m just not comfortable.”
“So
just end it! End it if you’re not comfortable!”
Yuuri
narrowed his eyes and pushed Wolfram on the ground. He gasped in
shock, but it didn’t last long. He got back up and seethed.
“I
refuse to fulfill my duty if you’re not going to.”
“What
duty? What are you talking about?”
That
remark caused the blond to push the Maou this time. However, he
didn’t realize that the other had grabbed his sleeve and pulled the
blond down with him. They fell on top of each other and they started
to fight.
Although,
they weren’t quite sure themselves on where that fight was going;
Yuuri placed his lips onto Wolfram and he responded. They were
fighting for dominance -- which ruled over whom. Then, their hands
had gotten curious on what it was they were clinging to. Wolfram had
carelessly buttoned his top, especially after he was discovered, but
he unfastened them quickly, inevitably popping some of the buttons
off of his shirt.
Yuuri
would pay for every thing that is ruined, Wolfram mentally
promised. He placed his hands on the King’s chest, as he let out a
soft moan. He also tore apart the shirt, which caused the buttons to
flee off the garment and scatter across the room as well. Wolfram
pinched Yuuri’s nipples in which had resulted in a small and
throaty moan in return. Liking what he heard, he pinched it slightly
again. One again, the dear King let out a moan. He smiled as he bent
his head towards it and stuck out his tongue to touch the pert pink
nub.
He
arched his back in response and Wolfram merely licked the small nub
until it was nice and rosy. He then went to the second nipple and
licked and sucked until it too because a rosy color. Yuuri reached
over to touch Wolfram’s hair, but he missed and touched his cheek
instead. He rubbed the blond’s cheek as the blond put his hand
closer (if such a thing were possible) to feel the warmth generating
from it. He took a digit and took it in his mouth and sucked it as
though it were a treat.
Yuuri’s
face was hot with either anticipation, anxiety that they had made it
that far, or the fact that he felt embarrassed. He wasn’t quite
sure, but he trusted the blond. He knew that even though that despite
Wolfram’s obvious annoyance with him based on past experiences. He
knew Wolfram meant well.
Wolfram
took the fingers out of his mouth and dove back onto Yuuri’s lips.
Just as hungrily, the dark haired boy returned the kiss as they
explored each other’s bodies. Yuuri felt Wolfram’s erection
slightly poking him thus his hands directed them to it. He didn’t
hesitate as he started to stroke the blond’s member. Wolfram let
out a surprised gasp, however he took them out. Yuuri gave him a
confused look and the other decided it was time that the two
definitely got intimate.
The
blond demon took off what clothes he had on and laid himself on the
bed as he stuck out his ass, blushing as though he were a bride on
their wedding night. Of course, so he himself could be comfortable,
he grabbed his favorite pillow and laid his head on it.
“Come
on, Yuuri,” he said, in a husky voice, “I’ve already prepped
myself.”
Yuuri
blushed at the memory and when his dick made itself known in the room
by giving itself a twitch. He covered his dick (or tried to) as he
tried to look away, but found that he couldn’t. To him, Wolfram was
as gorgeous and cute as he could get. His dick twitched again,
wanting to feel how soft his skin was against it.
“A-are
you sure, Wolfram? I could probably hurt you…” he asked, still
very unsure of what these new feelings and emotions had led the two
to. He got up as he started to take of his garments, his dick
springing and him slightly shivering to the sudden temperature
change.
Wolfram
shifted slightly at the sight of his dear fiancée, naked and
right in front of him. He had to grab the sheets to control his now
raging hormones. He nodded.
“You
are my fiancée, right?” Wolfram smiled as he waited in
anticipation of what was to come. Yuuri gave him a heart-warming
smile and walked towards him. He grabbed his butt-cheeks and looked
around it.
Perhaps
for a bit too long.
“What
are you doing now?” Wolfram cried out, now getting annoyed with
waiting of the inevitable.
“I
was wondering where I should, well, you know! Don’t make me say
it!” Yuuri admitted as he blushed even more profusely. Wolfram
groaned as he forced himself up. He got off the bed and headed
towards the now really confused and embarrassed Yuuri. He pushed him
to where the King was sitting. The blond was quite surprised to see
the boy’s arousal. He blushed as he looked away, acting as though
he was being nonchalant. “Just sit there, you wimp.” Yuuri
frowned at the nickname but nodded anyway.
The
blond tossed his leg over and brought his body close to the tip of
the dick and took a few breathers before he felt the perhaps average
dick penetrate him. He took a few gasps as he felt his body trying to
adjust to it. Yuuri also didn’t realize that he had held his breath
as well. He felt the tight body surrounding his dick.
It
also felt extremely good.
Before
any words came out of his mouth, Wolfram leaned over as he tossed his
arms around the Maou’s neck for a passionate kiss. Yuuri wrapped
his arms around the blond as well, letting himself to drown into the
passion. Soon the blond started to move his body up and down, Yuuri’s
own body thrusting upwards to meet with Wolfram’s body. He felt the
other boy’s balls against the base of his shaft, and it felt good.
Soon the blond pulled away, as he tossed his head back and yell out
in pleasure. Yuuri grunted as he tried to keep the two close to each
other so Wolfram wouldn’t fall on his back. His hand reached over
to Wolfram’s pre-cum covered dick and stroked it vigorously as it
only brought more pleasure to the other.
The
friction as their body moved against each other caused each other to
perspire, but it only made them even slicker; thus made it easier for
Wolfram to move up and down in rhythm. Yuuri realized that Wolfram
had been doing all the work and all the dark haired had been doing
was just sitting there and stroking the other.
He
grabbed him and rolled each other towards the bed so now Wolfram was
officially on the bottom. He was surprised at the sudden change in
position but also at the sudden change on Yuuri’s part.
Yuuri
lifted himself up and looked deep into Wolfram’s curious green
eyes. He gave him a kiss on the forehead, as though he was reassuring
him, and started to thrust in a little bit. The blond’s body merely
moved with him. It clearly wasn’t enough to make the blond moan
like he was before so Yuuri thrusted in a little bit more. Apparently
he had stroked against something in him that caused Wolfram to throw
his head back and moan like he had once did earlier. The King wanted
to hear that moan over and over. He thrusted into the boy below him
harder and faster. The blond was now in another world because the
only thing he could feel is his fiancée’s dick hitting what
he had longed to be touched for quite a while. Yuuri started to moan
as well because he started to get addicted to the feeling of
Wolfram’s body accepting him inside. Although he did think he could
easily go without doing it to him again raw like that. Even though it
was very pleasurable, it still hurt him. He knew it had to hurt
Wolfram – even though he had promised preparation.
Wait,
next time?
The
mere thought had sent his hormones into overdrive as he came. Wolfram
nearly screamed as he came after him. Yuuri fell on top of him
panting. The blond grabbed Yuuri’s face and kissed him a rare
gentle kiss. He cuddled against the boy and then fell asleep. Yuuri
was in shock.
Not
only had he done it with a guy, and not just any guy. He had sex with
Wolfram. And to make matters even worse, he had liked it.
However,
his body desired sleep. He let the blond cuddle close to him. He
merely wrapped his arms around him as well. Unaware that two of the
girls that had been following him earlier had fainted due to blood
loss and the other was on the verge of the same fate.
oooo
The
blond woke up to the sound of the servants’ yells outside the door.
He cuddled to whatever he was cuddling with and told it, “Make them
shut-up, Yuuri. My head hurts.”
It
was then he realized out he had been sleeping next to a naked Yuuri.
Although he knew what happened a few hours ago, he was quite
surprised to still his fiancée next to him. However, he felt
slightly guilty. They were caught up in the moment and he felt like
he took advantage of the king’s state of mind.
He
shifted to get out of his grasp, but that only resulted in waking him
up. Yuuri stretched out his arms thus letting him go slightly.
Wolfram took that chance as he grabbed a nearby sheet and wrapped it
around his waist. Yuuri rubbed his one of his dark eyes and glanced
at him in bewilderment.
“Where
are you going, Wolfram?” he asked. Wolfram had just scooted to the
bed, facing away from him.
“I…
am going to my room, your Highness,” he paused. Yuuri blinked
stupidly. “You’re probably disgusted by me, huh? I took advantage
of the moment.”
Yuuri
merely smiled, but before he had a chance to say anything the blond
had gotten up. “You can call off the engagement. I know you
probably don’t want a slut as a bride.” He sat up as he saw the
blond leaving, obviously refusing to give him eye contact.
“Don’t
go.” He said.
Wolfram
slightly hesitated, but continued to head towards the door. Yuuri got
up and put on some slacks he had found and conveniently fitted him.
He rushed towards the blond and wrapped his arms around him. The
blond was shocked.
“As
your King, I order you not to leave,” Yuuri whispered in his ear.
Wolfram tried to suppress the blush that eventually came through.
“What we did was something special,” Yuuri admitted, “And it’s
not to be taken lightly.”
Wolfram
nodded, guessing where it would lead to.
However
he was in for another surprise.
“And
that’s why I won’t call it off.”
Wolfram
turned his head in confusion.
“Why?
I took advantage.”
Yuuri
smiled as he kissed his forehead. “You didn’t. If anything I
should feel guilty for taking advantage of you.”
Wolfram’s
blush only deepened.
“T-that’s
absurd! I don’t have any weaknesses,” he pouted. Yuuri merely
rolled his eyes. “And stop with the dramatics, this is turning out
like some sort of weird romance story.” Wolfram stated as he pushed
Yuuri’s face away.
He
took a few steps backwards and landed on his bottom. He blinked.
“Yeah I suppose you’re right. So what do you say?”
Wolfram
shrugged. “I say, whatever makes you less of a wimp…Wimp.”
Yuuri
merely glared.
“Oh,”
Wolfram said, as he just remembered something, “the reason why I
wear that nightgown. It’s because since you’re my fiancée,
I thought it’d be okay to show you what I normally wear to bed.”
Yuuri’s
jaw merely dropped. So he was awake…
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