Never Enough

Title: Never Enough
Pairing: WolframXYuuri
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content (oral, rim), Established Relationship, Hints of sort-of Maou!Yuuri (but only sort-of)
Beta: melusine474 (Seriously, this girl just makes everything I write awesome)
Summary: Porn...


Wolfram keened and pushed back against the hot tongue that continued to press its way inside him, fucking him with shallow thrusts while his cock hung heavily between his legs, leaking and unattended.

It always surprised him when 'Yuuri' got like this. Eyes dark and power that seeped out of his pores and into Wolfram, making him lose himself in feeling. When Yuuri was himself the tables were usually turned, and Wolfram was the one making his pretty new husband buck and beg him for release.

Today was one of the special times where the darker part, the part Yuuri normally kept hidden, broke free and insisted on taking him completely. Wolfram didn't mind. It gave him a chance to let his guard down, if only a little.

The tongue disappeared and Wolfram cried out, arching his back, mumbling in desperation as the hands digging into his thighs tightened their grip. His breath was still there, though, hovering over him in quick bursts that made his cock jump with need before moving up, sliding along his spine and making Wolfram hope that something besides that sweet tongue would soon be forcing its way into him. He tried to move back and was rewarded by the hot press of Yuuri's cock against him, solid and wanting, tip only grazing where it was needed most.

Wolfram arched his back in search of that searing touch, but sharp teeth dug into his neck and forced him to stay still. His knees were starting to shake, feeling the strain of holding him up and sinking awkwardly into the soft down of their mattress.

"Turn over." The voice was soft but deliciously harsh.

He shivered and apparently took too long to comply because before he could move Yuuri flipped him over, making his back bounce against the mattress on impact. The motion had twisted his open shirt around his side, material now tight against his back and bunched uncomfortably high. A hand trailed over his exposed chest and lower, grazing the tip of his cock just enough to make him hiss before moving up again to touch his face.

"Why don't you ever let me see you like this?" Yuuri whispered, fingertips burning against his cheek.

Wolfram's eyes widened and he could feel his cheeks darken with mortification. Black hair was shorter... eyes less piercing..."Yu--Yuuri?"

His husband gave a sheepish smile. "Don't act so surprised."

"Why should I be surprised?" Wolfram huffed in an attempt to salvage his dignity. "Wimp..." He trailed off, eye contact becoming too difficult.

Yuuri pouted. "Don't be like that... It's just..." He stopped for a moment, collecting himself. "I want to make you feel good and I... You never... relax when I don't use his confidence."

"Only because you're too cute on your own." He reached up and grabbed the back of Yuuri's head to pull him down for a rough kiss. Yuuri relaxed at first, letting Wolfram have control and making that familiar sound when Wolfram ran his tongue along his bottom lip. But eventually a hand started to roam down Wolfram's side, over his cock and lower, between his legs, to a place already far too accustomed to pleasure for the evening.

He gasped and broke the kiss when Yuuri's fingers slid into him. Yuuri had moved the kiss to his neck, biting him and continuing his attempt at dominance.

Wolfram chewed his lip and fought to remain silent, all the while cursing the way his muscles clenched involuntarily when Yuuri's fingers pressed up against that spot. He let his fingers tighten into black hair and pulled up with enough of his own weight behind it to flip them over. Wolfram smirked down at his confused lover before shoving a leg between his thighs. "That's better..." He soothed before leaning down to lavish the sweat soaked crook of Yuuri's neck, biting almost hard enough to leave marks and relishing in the scandalized groan that slid into a purr as Wolfram's hand moved down to pull at Yuuri's cock.

That was something Wolfram could always count on. The way his touch could make Yuuri lose himself and just enjoy. The way Yuuri needing him, writhing into his hands made him feel so desperately alive. He let the kisses move lower, tongue grazing against flesh, circling over a hardened nub before moving lower still, over tight muscle barely contained by soft skin, and sliding briefly into that tempting hollow in his stomach. Wolfram moved his tongue into that shallow scar, enjoying how Yuuri was already bucking against him, erection tapping impatiently at his neck, leaving a slick trail from his adams apple to the underside of his chin.

And now it was time for one of Wolfram's very favorite activities.

The way Yuuri felt against his lips, tight and hard and sinfully smooth. The way the skin moved as he wrapped his hand around the shaft, pulling down to give his tongue better access to the slit. The salty taste that never seemed to absorb onto onto his tongue but instead only spread along the curves of the tip, making every light movement that much faster, friction reduced to a supple glide.

But the sounds.

The way Yuuri's voice caught! The hands that dug into his hair, pulling just painfully enough to remind him he was breathing. Air hissing past Wolfram's nostrils as he refused to lessen the slow, building suction.

Yuuri was keening now. Mumbling something about stopping... about how this wasn't how tonight was supposed to go at all.

Wolfram ignored his pleas and concentrated on making them disappear. Lost in a feeling only he could create. When Yuuri's hips jerked forward, a familiar taste flooded his mouth and Wolfram moaned in bliss, swallowing eagerly and only pulling away when he was sure every drop had been properly savored. The thick spurts slid down his throat, the flavor seeming to linger everywhere, and he was full, full of his Yuuri.

This was bliss. Touching Yuuri, possessing his flesh and stealing the attention of his heart if only for a few addictive seconds. If only his husband wasn't so generous with his affections, so eager to love everyone the same, perhaps Wolfram wouldn't feel such a burning desire to lock him in their bedchamber for all eternity. To bury himself in the tight caress of his lover's body and stare into Yuuri's eyes until he was convinced they were only for him.

Wolfram looked down at Yuuri's face until his dark eyes opened, unfocused and distant.

"Why won't you let me love you?" Yuuri's voice was soft, slightly hoarse from his earlier cries.

Wolfram's heart seemed to stop. His mind fuzzed out and the only thing that made sense was to lean forward and push both his arms against the mattress until they slipped under Yuuri from both sides and he held the other boy impossibly close. The position put Wolfram's nose against Yuuri's collarbone and he pushed out his tongue, wetting the flesh against his mouth before sinking his teeth in.

Mine.

It was too much. Wolfram wanted to tear him open and crawl inside, if only for a moment.

Yuuri's breath hitched and his fingernails dug into Wolfram's back below his shoulder blades. Wolfram released the flesh from between his teeth and whimpered, worrying the reddening flesh with tiny kisses from his swollen lips. "Yuuri..." He choked, ashamed by how much the word sounded like a sob, how much he needed Yuuri's arms around him too keep his world from falling apart. "Love you..."

"I know," Yuuri murmured into his hair, kissing him gently. He brought a leg up between Wolfram's thighs and Wolfram hissed and rubbed his face against Yuuri's chest, all too aware of the way his still hard cock slid against his husband's leg.

Wolfram tilted his head up and wiggled his way up Yuuri's body, desperate to own his lips and drown in his mouth. Yuuri was happy to oblige, drawing Wolfram's bottom lip between his teeth while moving one of his hands down Wolfram's back to slide a finger inside him. Wolfram groaned, bucking forward to rub his erection into Yuuri's hip . The hard flesh was trapped between their bodies and the space it rubbed was already slick.

He could feel Yuuri smile against his lips as another finger made its way inside him. Wolfram was still loose, still slick and over stimulated from Yuuri's earlier attentions and Wolfram keened as Yuuri's fingers slid against him, already so familiar with the places that made his insides quiver. Wolfram could already feel Yuuri's cock harden between them and he shifted so that their erections pressed eagerly against each other. Yuuri moaned into his mouth and pulled Wolfram up farther, forcing Wolfram to let go of Yuuri in favor of supporting himself over him. They shifted until Yuuri was able to line himself up and push his way slowly inside.

Wolfram shuddered and bit his lip as he sank down onto him. Even though it stung, the way Yuuri's eyes darkened and his fingernails cut into Wolfram's hip bones, looking every bit like he needed him, made his cock twitch eagerly in the air between them. Precome slipped down painfully tight skin and dripped into the hollow of Yuuri's stomach.

"Does it hurt?" Yuuri whispered when Wolfram's weight finally settled against his hips.

Wolfram was about to snap at him and call him a silly wimp when Yuuri's hand slid from his side and took hold of Wolfram's darkened cock. Wolfram gasped and leaned forward until he could bury his head in Yuuri's shoulder, insides clenching desperately in time with Yuuri's insistent tugging at his shaft. "You... Wim--Ah!" Wolfram's words cut short as Yuuri pushed his hips up hard, burying himself further inside. Wolfram squeezed his eyes shut, holding back his orgasm and shoving himself down just as forcefully. The sting of it pulled him back from the edge and Wolfram did his best to concentrate on rocking himself up and down, losing himself in the high of giving Yuuri something only he could.

Yuuri was getting close too now, his thrusts more demanding and his grip on Wolfram's cock almost painful. They didn't do it this way often. The wimp lacked the stamina to hold out long against the tight caress of Wolfram's body. A fact Wolfram was strangely pleased with, as it was evidence of his husbands previous inexperience. Yuuri was his.

Wolfram pushed himself up so he could ride Yuuri harder. Both of them were gleaming with exertion, and Wolfram took the time to register just how gorgeous his Yuuri was. His mouth was parted slightly to let out puffs of air, each hint of breath accented with a delectable sound of want. Yuuri's eyes were full, black, and heavy with desire. His skin was turning pink in places, but it seemed dim in comparison to the bright flush Wolfram could see on his own arms and thighs, his pale skin plebeian next to Yuuri's regal coloring.

Yuuri cried out, his back arching dramatically in one final thrust, and Wolfram could feel his hot come fill him. Yuuri's cock twitched inside him, the only part of his now boneless fiance that had any energy left. Yuuri's fist around Wolfram's erection had loosened, and now his fingers slid easily and dreamily along the tip.

"Why don't you come for me Wolfram?" Yuuri's eyes were still glazed, the wimp completely oblivious to the power of his words.

Wolfram's cock bobbed in response and Wolfram had to bite his lip to stifle a truly undignified sound.

Yuuri gripped Wolfram harder, pressing his thumb into the slit until Wolfram really did let out a soft cry. "Am I that bad?"

Wolfram could only whimper and try to lean into the touch, too far gone now to worry about the shame in his wanton display. Yuuri used his other hand to keep Wolfram seated, to force the two of them to stay connected as he ran his fist along Wolfram's too hard cock.

"Does it hurt?" Yuuri said again, voice quivering.

Wolfram looked down into the concern in his wimp's eyes for half a second before his orgasm tore through him, burning spurts of his come defacing Yuuri's chest and stomach. His head fell back, now seeming an impossible weight upon his neck.

Yuuri's hands continued to trail soft patterns against his flesh, curling over his hip bones and down his thighs, digging into the muscle there before making circles over his knees. One hand left him, and when Wolfram finally had the courage to move his head and look down at him he saw Yuuri running his fingers through the drying come on his chest.

Wolfram went tense, waiting for Yuuri to look disgusted, but he could only hear his own moan echoing in his ears as Yuuri brought his coated fingers to his lips. Looking more curious than anything else. Innocent. Ravishing. His. Wolfram cocked his head to the side, studying the already bruising marks he had made on Yuuri's smooth skin, marks Yuuri would see and think of him. They only made him look more beautiful, though he worried he had gone too far.

"I'm sorry..." Wolfram murmured, fingers brushing the abused skin on Yuuri's chest, hardly aware of speaking and surprised at the hoarseness of his voice.

Yuuri shook his head at him, a small smile toying at the edges of his lips, and pulled Wolfram down into a kiss.

END.

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