Romance from Misfortune

Romance from Misfortune,
by Vanessa S. Quest

The day started off as normal days did, well, normal as far as Shibuya Yuri’s days could be. He woke up, took a shower, brushed his teeth, got dressed and else-wise groomed, went to the kitchen and was assaulted with shameless amounts of familial love.

“Yuu-chan!” His mother hugged him with a suffocating strength. “Mama’s finishing up your breakfast now, so you just wait there.”

“Ah ha… okay mom.” Yuri commented, now that the boa-constrictor strength grasp was no longer around his chest.

“Mou, it’s mama, Yuu-chan. Boys are no fun at all.” She said, continuing to cook a fluffy omelet.

Yuri saw his father sitting at the other end of the table, flipping through the newspaper. Shori, at the other end of the table constantly raking his eyes over Yuri, measuring him.

“Yuri, I saw your scores for the midterm placements.” Shori said with a flat tone.

Black eyes went wide, knowing this could only go badly for him. He looked around the room for any kind of escape-strategy.

“Oh really? How’d you do, Yuri?” His father folded the paper over, curious. It must have slipped past him that his son’s scores were due in soon.

Yuri wasn’t quite sure where this was going, he hadn’t even seen them yet, but for Shori to bring it up it couldn’t be good. He wasn’t sure how that could be, though! Murada had agreed to tutor him while they were in Shin Makoku…

“He went up ten places.” Shori nodded once, “See, you do have an aptitude for it! Now, if my little brother would only let me tutor him he could go up even further in class rank.”

Yuri chose that as the moment to bow out. “Oh, I just remembered, I have to meet up with Ken…” With that, he fled, neglecting his own breakfast.

Sprinting from the house to his bicycle, he took off with his mother calling out from behind him, “Yuu-chan! But what about your breakfast!”

Pedals made several rotations as he pedaled as fast as he could manage, he turned off to go through the path that cut through a bit greener of a scenery. Apparently he wasn’t looking where he was going quite well enough, however, as his wheel struck a rock, bucking him from the head of his bike and into the water.

A very familiar sinking feeling swept over him as he was pulled through to another world.
Yuri’s eyes opened with him staring upward at an ever-darkening sky. He sat up, out of the water. He glanced around to see where he had landed; he regretted that, just a bit.

His body was soaking in bog-water. He saw Conrad in the distance rushing toward him as he slowly moved to stand up.

“Yuri!” Conrad schlepped through the murk until coming upon Yuri, he pulled the young man from the water, his own sense of urgency seeming to deflate as he pulled Yuri further from that. “Are you alright?” He glanced up and down Yuri’s body, measuring him.

“…Eh? Yeah, I’m fine. Why? Is something wrong?” Yuri asked a bit confused.

Conrad merely shook his head. “No, nothing.” He returned an irradiating smile and handed Yuri a towel. His eye wandered back toward the bog, “Bogs are dangerous to play in.”

“I wasn’t exactly playing!” Yuri blushed at the accusation. As he saw a bird that had just landed on the murk suddenly get sucked under and screech his eyes widened, understanding just then why Conrad had looked so panicked. “Oh.”

He swallowed heavily continuing to move between wiping himself down and dry himself off. Conrad handed him a bag of discreet looking clothes.

“…So we’re in human territory?” Yuri asked, pulling out the dragon-scale contacts and wig.

Conrad nodded, guarding the area as Yuri stripped to change.

“And the others…?”

“Gunter and Gwendel are across the border, about two days worth of travel. Wolfram is back at Shin Makoku, he’s seemed to have caught dragon stripe fever.”

Yuri looked at Conrad with a concerned expression, “…Anou, what’s that? It isn’t dangerous is it?”

“Oh, it’s nothing too severe for a Mazoku. It’s similar to chicken pox and laryngitis; however, it is a bit contagious so I will escort you back to Anissina’s palace.”

The younger man gave Conrad a very concerned look, “…Anissina’s?”

“Ah, yes. Gwendel and Gunter are awaiting us there.”

“…Gwendel is there, willingly?” Yuri seemed to be in disbelief. Conrad chuckled a little.

He had forgotten that Yuri wasn’t as familiar with Gwendel’s inner workings, “They were childhood friends, as much as she torments him.” Conrad’s soft brown eyes relayed a spritely sense of humor as he recalled how his older brother had been toward the redhead or more specifically how she had been towards him. “They’ve always been that way.”

It seemed to hit Yuri, how that could be their relationship, “But then, why Gunter?”

He had forgotten that Yuri wasn’t as familiar with Gwendel’s inner workings, and was far too naïve for how old he appeared to be on this world. He didn’t really think he could explain to Yuri the way the two advisors interacted behind closed doors. “Gunter would have been …jealous… had he had to stay behind with Wolfram, instead of come with us to meet up with you.” Conrad reasoned.

He’d also have been jealous if Gwendel had spent some private time with Anissina where he would fail to have every exact instance relayed back to him.

“That aside, we’ll remain on Anissina’s grounds for a week or so. It tends to take ten days for dragon stripes to go away.”

“Oh, you said it’s like chicken pox and laryngitis, does that mean he’s got spots and can’t talk?”

Conrad cocked his head to the side, “Not quite, instead of spots it’s scaly patches of stripes, though he can’t talk.”

Yuri smiled with an amusing vision of the pretty-boy.

“Also, he has a fever and spits a bit of fire when he coughs.”

His eyes widened, “Really?” His face seemed more displeased as that vision morphed into a form of dinosaur with Wolfram’s face, spitting fire like a dragon and toppling buildings over.

“…Only Mazoku with prominent magical abilities can contract it, this would be Wolfram’s second time catching it.”

Yuri turned his head to the side, “Wait, you can only get chicken pox once, though!”

Conrad gave Yuri a strained look, “It isn’t chicken-pox, Heika.”

Black eyes narrowed at the overly-formal phrase.

“Usually by the third or fourth time, they’ve built up enough of an immunity to it that they won’t catch it again, Gunter and Gwendel have long-since outgrown the threat, you on the other hand would be a prime target for it. Gwendel reluctantly agreed to stay with us at Anissina’s.”

“…You mean as a shield of flesh?” Yuri questioned.

“A sacrifice is about right.” Conrad nodded. Yuri laughed with a hint of guilt to that, he had an idea about what Anissina was doing to torture him.

“So, shall we head into town for now?”

Yuri shook the dragon scales inside the container, not sure if he should try to put them in without a mirror.

Conrad took the scales from Yuri, “look up, please.”

Nodding once, he did so, keeping his eyes wide open as Conrad assisted him with putting in the lenses. Yuri flinched his eyes closed then opened trying to bring some moisture back to his eyes. Those scales sure were itchy.

Extending his hand, Conrad led Yuri towards his horse.

After an hour’s ride, Yuri’s stomach growled at him, reminding him of his mistake by missing out on breakfast.

“We’ll be in town shortly; we can grab something to eat once we reach there.” Conrad stated to the young man behind him. Yuri’s right hand snaked around Conrad’s waist as his left hand rested on his shoulder.

He leaned into that very same shoulder feeling taxed. Riding a horse did that to him; it really was more exerting than it looked, keeping up the posture, the constant motion up and down…

“Okay.” Yuri nodded once.

Conrad tapped his horse once, signaling him to pick up the speed slightly.

The town came into view within minutes of that, and soon, the two had entered the town. Conrad’s eyes were already scanning to spot somewhere to dock his horse and procure food; after all, Yuri did seem uncomfortably hungry.

However, beyond noticing Yuri’s hunger, Conrad also noticed the current hour. At such a late time in the day only a certain… quality… of establishments were still open. Sighing outwardly he supposed it was inescapable, he was going to wind up taking Yuri bar hopping, apparently. He glanced over his shoulder to view Yuri.

“Yuri, we can try over there.” He said, pointing toward a bustling store-front. Yuri nodded, untangling his arm from around Conrad’s waist.

The brunette dismounted then, after comforting his horse with a sturdy hand, helped Yuri off the saddle. Yuri didn’t seem completely used to dismounting and mounting horses; his leg seemed to always catch that last bit of height before completely clearing the seat more often then not led the teen tumbling toward the ground with a less-than-graceful thump.

Conrad pulled Yuri by the waist over until his right leg was clear and his left leg wasn’t underneath the equine.

He took hold of Yuri’s hand, hoping the young maoh didn’t presume him as too forward. Though they had established their own connections, Conrad was still a bit nervous being openly affectionate, after all after as much time as he had without showing it… it was a hard habit to break.

Yuri looked at the hand in slightly uncertain. Oh, he was certainly in love with Conrad, and there was an innate trust, but he was still a blushing virgin who was still very much aware of his own short-comings and inexperience in the romantic world.

“So what kind of place is this?” Yuri asked upon entering the rowdy establishment.

“This is a pub, please keep close by, Yuri.” The two unlaced their hands, both regrettably aware of their standings and what was expected of them publically as master-and-servant until their own issues of Yuri’s engagement and Conrad’s standings as vassal to the king could be resolved.

Yuri nodded, he glanced around the crowded space, following the taller man’s back as he made directly for the counter.

Somewhere between the swarms of bodies, as Conrad moved forward, bodies pinched inward, adding a bit of distance between he and Yuri. Yuri who was still busy scanning the room didn’t seem to take notice, following Conrad with his eyes as more and more bodies seemed to distance them.

He became acutely aware of how distanced he was when, in his shorter stature, he was no longer able to spot Conrad between the swimming bodies. He tried to jump up a little to attempt to find him. It didn’t help that the place was particularly noisy, so, he attempted to push through what had looked like Conrad’s trajectory.

That plan had seemed to be working until he bumped into the back of one tall man. He turned around to look down at Yuri. Yuri couldn’t help but notice the man seemed a bit drunk, his eyes scanned around for an alternative path just in time to feel someone bump into him.

Oh he had hoped it was as innocent as bumping into him, as it were, that hand was lingering a bit long on his ass for him to keep up that own innocent interpretation, he turned around to catch the would-be pickpocket only to realize he was now being pinned in by three sizable men, one drunk, one groper, and another with lustful eyes.

“Excuse me…” Yuri said, trying to push his way past them, suddenly feeling very unsafe.

“Where you going, sexy?” The lustful man grabbed Yuri’s wrist, pulling him back before he could make his exit.

“Hey, let me go, I’m not interested.” Yuri said assertively.

“Aw, boo, he doesn’t like you. Heh, maybe he should try to get to know us better before just running off.” The groped pushed inward, his hand cupping Yuri’s groin, his fingers massaging upward.

“Quit it! I told you I’m NOT interested!” Yuri tried to pull his wrist free, which only worked so much, as he pulled free only to slam his back into the drunk’s front.

Conrad reached the counter, turning around to ask Yuri what he would like. Upon not seeing any signs of a rust-colored wig, Conrad’s eyes sharpened, he began to scour the room with his eyes seeing if perhaps he was a few bodies behind…

That did not appear to be the case; he switched tactics into looking for unnatural movement. Something seemed to catch his eyes; it looked like some gentlemen were giving someone their undivided attention.

Three undivided on one usually meant very biased odds.

“I told you to stop!” Yuri’s voice was starting to get worked up as they each seemed to be getting their hands on him.

“And we don’t feel like it.” Said the groper as he began to strengthen his hand-hold.
Yuri yelped.

“Besides, you seem like you’re enjoying it.” He commented on Yuri’s growing erection. Yuri smacked at the man’s overly familiar hand. Another arm snaked around his waist, his skin crawled as he felt a trail of sloppy, wet kisses breech his neck’s dryness.

He felt his skin getting clammy; he wanted them to go away, needed them to go away. He closed his eyes tightly as the lustful man with perturbing pale-green eyes, grab his wrists and pull him closer into the group of three.

It finally dawned on Yuri that he hadn’t come here alone, “CONRAD!” Yuri screamed, somehow knowing Conrad would hear him, even if he could only scream in his mind.

Yuri felt another hand land on his forearm, somehow this one felt much better than the other’s. The other hands slunk away as he heard something clatter to the ground, he opened one of his scrunched eyes to see an extended fist, following the line of the punch he saw a particularly shocked man on the ground.

The drunk seemed to have swaggered away, indifferent now that events had turned out this way. He opened his other eye to see another body hit the ground, though, that sound had been muffled, or maybe didn’t make it at all, as he couldn’t hear it.

Conrad pulled him from the center of their attentions before spinning Yuri before him, guiding him to walk forward, toward the exit.

With Conrad’s left arm holding Yuri’s right, he had no problem swimming upstream from the wave of bodies, out of the center of the commotion. Roughly halfway through, Conrad seemed to assess Yuri’s back not to be in danger, and the teen’s pace too slow as he rearranged their order, putting himself in front as he pulled Yuri outside of the bar.

Once he had Yuri outside he could tell the teen was visibly shaking. Conrad pulled him close to his body, wrapping a secure arm across Yuri’s shoulders, his left hand taking hold of Yuri’s right one, squeezing it softly.

Yuri balled his fingers around a catch of fabric on Conrad’s chest.

“We should go.” Conrad mentioned, coaxing Yuri closer to the horse at the saddle saw. He glanced downward and noticed Yuri’s… condition.

Yuri looked down ashamed as if knowing Conrad had spotted his erection. “I can’t help that! I’m a healthy teenage boy! Of course if someone touches me like that it would react.” He bowed his head lower, he hated it. He didn’t WANT that, he didn’t enjoy that, it was his body’s natural response to contact.

Conrad pulled him closer, “Yuri…” He had so much he wanted to say, to tell him he was sorry, that he wasn’t disgusted by how the young man’s body was acting, he knew damn well what an adolescent boy’s body did. After all, he went through that stage once himself. However, as he approached the horse he also knew how it would be fairly hard on Yuri to ride behind him.

“This is a large town, we should be able to find an inn if we keep heading through. They might still have something to eat…”

“I’m not hungry.” Yuri’s downcast face informed him.

Conrad understood Yuri’s sentiment, but he also knew the teen was, in fact, hungry. He wasn’t about to battle the teen’s stubbornness on the matter. He instead elected to break their intimate physical contact to seat Yuri onto the horse then mount behind him.

Yuri craned his neck around to see Conrad, now seated behind him. He didn’t understand the change in positions fully, but when Conrad slipped his arm across Yuri’s stomach so that it rested on the top of his hip, he turned to face the proper direction before slumping back, still shaken.

Unfortunately, Conrad realized he had to put a bit of distance between them and the pub before anyone got any cute ideas. Yuri winced as each foot fell in the horse’s brisk trot. It wasn’t a full-out gallop, oh gods he didn’t think he’d be able to take that much jarring, as it was, this was a blatant reminder as to the presence and pressure of his erection.

Conrad slowed the horse to a paced walk, which made the teen underneath his grip relax his abdominal muscles significantly. He could tell by the way those black eyes were focusing that he was well past the point where he could trick his body into it being a false alarm and wondered just what to do with that. As it were, currently he was investing a vast amount of self-restraint to keep his own erection from sprouting up, though he knew full well his penis was gorged with extra blood.

Yuri’s hands found Conrad’s palm once they reached the inn. He guided Conrad’s protective hand to his face, kissing the tips of his warm fingers. He didn’t want to imagine what would happen to him if Conrad wasn’t in his life. The bad things Conrad chased away so easily, all of his own fears and insecurities, he was just so good at making all of those insecurities fizzle away into nothingness.

His mouth opened slightly as he pulled in the individual tips of Conrad’s fingers, sucking up to the first knuckle before starting on the next one. Conrad pulled his hand back sharply before blushing slightly.

“We should… take this inside, Heika.” Conrad steadied his voice but those sexy, deep vibrations were easily picked up on by Yuri’s ears.

Those low raspy tones the only thing that made Yuri confident that when Conrad had pulled away it wasn’t out of rejection.

Conrad dismounted, careful not to stir Yuri any before returning his attentions to the youth. The teen slid off with his own accord into Conrad’s arms knowing the man would catch him. Hardly the one to ever disappoint the maoh, Conrad captured the lithe figure, heaving him upward to spin him around to face Conrad and his horse before his feet ever hit ground.

Those fair, petite fingers laced around Conrad’s hands again, this time informing him they would not be letting go so easily. Conrad escorted him indoors after inspecting Yuri’s wig and contacts to assure his identity was still hidden.

Once the two entered the inn they were quickly given a room and Conrad deposited Yuri there before slipping out for a moment. “Yuri, I’ll be right back. I have to scout the area out.” He explained, Yuri didn’t seem thrilled, but frankly Conrad had to look the area over, and run two other errands he knew the worn youth would appreciate.

First, he’d procure food, then lube. It wasn’t as if he could just ravage a virgin without regard. Of course, just with that thought it mind also meant he had to know the fast ins and outs of the place.

Ever the skilled operative, he managed to accomplish the objectives just in time to find Yuri stripping himself in the bedroom. Conrad’s breath hitched in his throat, he wondered how he was supposed to really continue.

Yuri turned to face him, contacts out, wig off.

So that was how, eh?

Conrad entered and closed, then locked the door. He approached the window to assure it was also locked, drawing the shades closed he turned to address Yuri. Yuri’s eyes cast themselves to investigate a remarkably unremarkable spot of floor, blushing; he continued to undo his own pants, his hands becoming nervous as he fumbled.

“Stop, Yuri.”

Yuri’s hands hesitated but he wanted to continue! He didn’t want to think Conrad didn’t want to either, especially after everything, the passion in his voice just before, everything…

Conrad put his own, steady hands over Yuri’s trembling digits.

Did he not want to because Yuri was inexperienced? But he’d learn! He’d pay attention, study, whatever he had to in order to be good and pleasure Conrad… really he would!

Conrad moved Yuri’s hands to their sides before touching the zipper to Yuri’s pants.

He had doubted it to be possible, but somehow his cock found a way to get even tighter in his confining underwear. His mouth opened slightly and he gasped. His face cast upward; he let the soft ambience of the candles give depth to the room.

All of his other senses were giving out to allow tactility to become the dominant one. The room was shrinking in his eyes and blurring with his ecstasy as Conrad managed to disrobe him the rest of the way, the way those hands graced his sensitive, reddening skin made his mind go crazed.

He thumbed the tip to the head of Yuri’s penis, making the younger, inexperienced man blush and stumble. Every one of his nerves were firing and misfiring, every single tingle and wisp, everything was burning into him. He couldn’t keep on his feet, he fell back, landing softly on the bed. Conrad’s hand releasing him momentarily.

Yuri’s skin felt lonely and cooled without Conrad to warm him, as his nerves were beginning to behave, vision became a real possibility. He found Conrad with his eyes, Conrad removed his shirt exposing his sculpt arms and chiseled abs. He rested his sword on the nightstand to Yuri’s immediate right before kicking off his shoes and working on his own pants. Yuri pulled himself partially up from the bed, not truly sitting up. His back stiffened to lock him in that almost-upright pose.

Heart pounding in Yuri’s chest, he was shaking with excitement and anticipation, it felt like his adrenalin levels had quadrupled, he could feel his pulse ripple through him, as blood entered the capillaries in his member making him so hard he was starting to feel pain. His hand reflexively went toward himself, touching his stalk until Conrad’s reassuring hand pulled it back to his side.

“Allow me.” He mentioned. Conrad’s strong right hand guided Yuri’s back to the mattress again by pushing on Yuri’s chest. He finished shedding his clothes before joining Yuri on the bed.

Conrad’s frame hovered over Yuri as he moved his way from the bottom right of the bed upward. When his shadow completely engulfed Yuri, he leaned down to kiss him.

“If you need me to stop, or if I’ve overstepped my bounds at any moment… don’t hesitate to tell me. Regardless of what we’re doing.”

Yuri looked at Conrad sheepishly, he couldn’t think of a single thing about the process except that Conrad was naked and towering over him. He anticipated that meant he was about to have sex, but he wasn’t particularly aware of all the intricate workings of that.

Oh sure he knew what masturbation was, oh that was one thing he’d become quite skilled in. He knew what oral sex was, by definition, though even that, he had no idea what it could have felt like or how it was really metered out, a hand job, he was pretty sure that was exactly like masturbation but somehow others seemed to insist it was better.

When Conrad’s hand touched his cock he instantly understood how people could come to that conclusion. His hand never felt that warm on his skin, raise those same sensations… he let out a quiet moan of approval. Eyes flickered closed for a moment. Conrad kissed Yuri’s neck, nipping and sucking at different points of the prominent blood vessels. Those warm bites made him reach for Conrad’s hair to rake his fingers through those beautiful tawny locks.

His mouth opened to let out a bit of air before he realized that having his eyes closed meant he was missing that much more of seeing Conrad naked. He couldn’t accept that kind of loss! He opened his eyes to find Conrad pulling away from his neck.

Black eyes looked hurt and confused at first, wondering if he had done something wrong, until Conrad started lacing kisses down his midline, tonguing and kissing as the skilled mouth made it’s way down his stomach, bringing heat to his navel. He paid a bit of detail in kissing and dipping his tongue there, making Yuri shiver, before they abandoned that area, too. Yuri yelped when the cause for the abandonment was brought to the foreground of his thoughts.

Conrad’s lips touched the tip of his cock, then as they spread to encompass his head, he felt the room spinning. He brought his own hand to his mouth, biting on a knuckle. It felt so good, how could anything possibly feel this good? How had he missed out on this sort of thing until now?

The warmth receded as Conrad began to tease him, running kisses and nips up and down his length, Yuri’s back arched slightly, he kissed his own knuckle, keeping it near in case he had to pull himself back to the ground again from that bliss.

Conrad pulled upward to look down at Yuri. He took his hand from his face, bringing it instead to Conrad’s. He sucked the length of his index and middle fingers, deep throating him, Yuri moaned loudly.

“Oh gods! Conrad!” Yuri panted, if that mouth did that to his fingers… he thought he might explode if Conrad did that elsewhere, which he was willing to experiment with, he was pretty sure he’d really like that sort of experiment, actually.

Conrad smiled at him, slipping Yuri’s hand from his own mouth, he put Yuri’s hand back to his side, leaning near Yuri’s ear he mentioned in an erotic whisper, “I want to hear your sexy voice, don’t try to keep me from that, Yuri.”

Yuri nodded obediently.

He was rewarded by Conrad returning his lips to the tip of his cock, and then, much like what he had done with Yuri’s fingers, he did to the length of Yuri’s hard member.

“Ahgh…” Yuri wasn’t sure when he had lost the ability to form tangible sentences, words, thoughts… but then again, he wasn’t sure he cared enough about those skills when faced with this.

Conrad bobbed up and down a few successions, creating a small vacuum, then, returned his attention to the head, keeping a bit of a pattern between the length and the sensitive tip, keeping Yuri at wit’s edge. Did this man have to be perfect at everything?!

He was smiling, he knew he was, he was also transmitting velvety sound of pleasure.

The more that mouth pumped him, the more gruff those were becoming, Conrad noted internally as he realized he was pushing Yuri to his limits.

To him, giving oral sex only heightened the pleasure, seeing Yuri like this, in such a pose, his purity and innocent glow transcended every other one of his docile features. Ebbing out reasons and boundaries, the constructs of society, he was left with this vision before him.

Yuri was radiating, warmer than the sun, more splendid. He slowed a bit as he pushed down further and further, then brought it back to shallow steps, in a few more moments the teen would release.

He felt Yuri’s hands fall onto his shoulders, clawing and kneading his fingers, he could surmise his toes were curling and uncurling in a likewise manner.

He went deep twice more and as he went once more shallow, he was in time to hear Yuri gurgle out a sound of a small orgasm, “Gh…”

The amount of cum wasn’t excessive, there was no explosive pressure to the cork-gun, it was just as if it was done any other way, as it rushed down his urethra, it fell past the opening, pouring out the semen ejaculate, only instead of spilling onto Yuri’s hands, sheets, tissues, sock, his penis… it fell into Conrad’s mouth, instead. He swallowed then let the flaccid muscle slip from his lips.

Instead of being completely spent like most people on their first time, Yuri looked needy. He wasn’t ready to be done yet. Not with a naked Conrad on top of him, not without being able to do something back for this man, for his knight, his Sir Weller.

“Conrad…” Yuri pulled Conrad’s face closer to his to kiss him, he slid his own hand downwards trying to snatch Conrad’s member, he wasn’t sure if he could do anything nearly as amazing as what the older man had been able to, but it was something he planned to try.

Conrad winced with pleasure when Yuri’s hand had found its target, stiffening immensely, happy to have the excuse to grow to full length. He put his hand over Yuri’s and pumped both of their hands over his hardened feature four times before sliding Yuri’s hand off, underneath his own.

Yuri looked at Conrad, embarrassed, unsure suddenly at what he was doing. He reached towards a small container before looking at Yuri, smiling in such a way that explained to the unworldly youth that he was doing just fine. Really.

Yuri sighed out in relief, happy he wasn’t ruining things. Conrad took out some of the goop from the jar and slid it on his fingers, warming it.

“This may hurt a little bit.”

Black eyes looked at him owlishly not sure what he meant. Conrad navigated one of Yuri’s legs to bend at the knee, positioning him so he could still watch what Conrad was doing, and so that Conrad could still see Yuri’s face. Now in between Yuri’s one erected leg and other relaxed one, he slipped a finger around his anus, dabbing the warmed gel over the tight hole.

Yuri’s body flinched, it tickled a little what Conrad was doing, he didn’t see how that was supposed to hurt. He smiled at Conrad, though, he was a bit embarrassed at everything, he wondered how this was going to help Conrad out with his erection.

One fingertip slipped slowly in, the smile disappeared, eyes went wide taking in the sudden presence, a jagged breath escaped as the fingertip became a knuckle deep then another.

By time the entire finger was situated inside, Yuri’s back was arched, he articulated a bit of a pained grunt that sounded almost like his orgasmic moan, though this one had more of a croak to it. “Ahht.”

He was really trying to control his breathing, that became his mission, he wanted to make it so Conrad could enjoy himself, so he had to do whatever that took! Conrad was observing Yuri, continuously, but he also knew the only way for this to hurt less was once the process was done and another cycle done.

He slid the finger back which made Yuri look panicked until he felt that same finger slowly push back upward, he was gliding his finger in and out, Yuri discovered as if realizing just how this would be able to help Conrad, eventually. He eyed Conrad’s cock suddenly feeling more than slightly nervous.

This hurt. Oh gods did it, but ‘this’ was a finger and by no means did Conrad had garishly long or fat fingers. What Yuri’s eyes were on, however, was quite the bit larger than that finger that caused that much pain.

As Conrad continued for half a minute he asked, “Are you getting used to this?”

Yuri winced his eyes closed, he nodded once, he was adjusted to the pain, it didn’t feel better yet, but it wasn’t inspiring any new pain.

Conrad kissed Yuri’s lips before pulling back that index finger, as he slid it back inside, it was accompanied by his middle finger. Yuri’s eyes clenched while his mouth shot open as Conrad kissed him, tongue gently slipping around Yuri’s, though his eyes were constantly watching Yuri’s reactions, knowing the teen was trying to keep a brave face.

He knew this would hurt, there was no real way around it for the first time, but if Yuri was willing to do this now, now would be the time to do it. He wasn’t happy that it made Yuri sore, by his hand he was hurting Yuri, but he knew that after this pain was the pleasure. That’s how he kept his pace going.

Confidence that the tomorrow would make the today worth it, as it were. Though, he sure as hell wasn’t going to make it take that long.

After sliding in and out several more times, he started to add a new movement to the repertoire.

Yuri’s eyes opened in a wince while Conrad scissored. Yuri pushed Conrad’s shoulder back with his hand.

“S… Slow down!” He panted, nearly out of his control. Conrad, in turn slowed the scissoring, significantly. Yuri’s head turned on the pillow, trying to collect himself as Conrad continued.

His eyes were half-lidded, mouth open to pant and gasp.

The fingers began to curl and ‘walk’ inside Yuri’s other end, the gentler movement continued to stretch him but was much easier on Yuri by this point. Conrad began to slip in and out, angling his fingers in order to start stretching the sphincter a bit more.

He found a rhythm that Yuri was starting to be able to get into, he noticed as the staccato breathing started to fall into a more controlled, steady set.

“I’m going to go three fingers deep.”

Yuri’s eyes opened at that, “Three?” He wasn’t so sure about that, but Conrad seemed sure that he’d be okay. “…Okay… three.”

Conrad smiled at Yuri, kissing his eyelids and down his cheek close to Yuri’s nose, finding his lips he sucked at the bottom one, distracting Yuri momentarily as the fingers slid back two deep and entered as three.

Yuri’s lip quivered but he seemed to be taking that much better.

Good, that meant he was almost ready, though tomorrow surely would be hellacious. After all, riding a horse with a hard-on was nothing in comparison to riding one after going bare-back.

He wiggled his fingers a little more, now more concerned with stretching the actual opening then worry about the overall inner tightness. Conrad looked down at Yuri. “How are you feeling, do you think you’re ready?”

The teenager looked nervous to say the least, but he already knew Yuri wasn’t going to call it quits.

Yuri nodded, “I think so…” One eye winced closed when Conrad pulled his fingers out.

Taking more lubrication out, he coated his penis with a fine layer, making sure to apply a little more liberally at the tip then at the sides. He rolled Yuri onto his side then to his stomach.

Bending close to Yuri’s ear he whispered. “I love you Yuri.”

Yuri blushed at hearing Conrad, the distraction seemed to work as Yuri was quickly reminded of what the two had been doing when Conrad inserted his cock. The name of the game was restraint, as much as his anatomy wanted to just start pumping wildly, he knew that wouldn’t do at all.

Yuri was so tight, and when his muscles constricted around him in shock it was almost too much to handle. Almost. Conrad brushed his left hand up and down Yuri’s side calming him, the younger man was definitely in some serious discomfort, it looked like he was fighting off crying.

After a few minutes just laying on top of him, fully inserted, he began to speak softly to Yuri, “Does it still hurt?”

Yuri nodded frantically.

“Just breathe in deeply. Try to relax your body.”

Trying to relax was proving really difficult for Yuri, he felt the more he breathed the closer he was to being pulled apart; however, after another minute he was acclimated, the pain fading, instead replaced by the overall weirdness of having a penis up his ass, and that lube really wasn’t making it any easier to accept. It wasn’t that it was cold or slimy, but the texture really wasn’t the same as the traditional texture of his warm, moist tissue, no. It really was gooey, like hair-gel almost.

“How does it feel now?”

“WEIRD!” Yuri commented, unashamed, “…What is that stuff? Hair gel?!”

Conrad decided that answering that line of questioning was non-productive. “Okay, I’m going to start moving now, Yuri.”

Yuri turned his face to look at Conrad, still getting the mechanics of anal-sex in mind. Right, normally when his hand pumped himself it was to get friction… his eyes went small, Conrad was going to do that now, wasn’t he? He turned his face back to the pillow on the mattress and nodded, his shoulders were knitted with tension.

Delicately, Conrad rocked back then forward, pushing very carefully. It seemed Yuri was particularly sensitive, he looked gorgeous. The tension in his back only enhanced that feeling of Conrad’s that he were romancing a porcelain doll, fragile, fair, beautiful… ever-young, and pose-able. Conrad angled Yuri’s hips as he proceeded with his forward and back actions.

At first Yuri’s pursed lips let the cries of tension through, but once Conrad’s soft rocking finally found their sought-after groove, finding the niche those cries of agony when to moans of ecstasy.

When Conrad first hit the soft, spongy area, Yuri’s eyes could only see thousands of orbs of electrical crackles, he buried his face into the pillow. Conrad had misread it at first until Yuri set out to moan when his cock pulled away from the spot. Conrad smirked slightly, he found exactly what he was looking for then, hadn’t he.

Of his hands which had been positioning Yuri’s hips, Conrad let his right hand fish further under to find Yuri’s now-hardening member.

Conrad began to pump both himself through forward thrusts, and Yuri manually by hand. Yuri’s back arched, his neck extending upward, Yuri no longer burying his face as he panted.

“Oh gods, oh Conrad, oh gods!”

Conrad continued to pump Yuri, hastening his own pace as he neared the hurdle. He tightened his grasp on Yuri’s member. With another upward thrust he began his release, two more pumps emptying his ejaculate and came, properly, inside Yuri.

Now finished with his own urgency, he continued to nail the specific spot inside Yuri while thumbing the tip of Yuri’s cock, pre-come weeping from it as Conrad tightened his hand around the neck. He gave three hard pumps while hitting that spot once more, his own anatomy already becoming limp, blood no longer pooling inside.

He only had a few more moments to get Yuri off before he’d have to return to strictly hand-maneuvering. He choked the grip once more to pump and knew as he hit that spot the last time that was all he needed. Yuri’s seed stained the sheets, landing on Conrad’s hand.

“This is too much…!” Yuri’s body was shaking, tears brimming at the corner of his face, not in pain, but over-stimulation. Upon hearing Yuri’s voice, he instantly came around and pulled out, loosening his hand from Yuri’s falling erection.

Yuri’s body went limp, Conrad pulled him upward, not letting himself get soiled with his own bodily fluids. He turned Yuri in his grasp, twisting the teenager into a strange upright position, both of their stomachs pressed against each other, though Yuri’s legs lagging behind, hips only half-turned. Conrad’s hands continued to wrap around Yuri, kissing and groping the exhausted maoh.

He was breathing in heavily, doped with his own orgasm it conjured the image of Yuri after over-exerting himself at the end of exercising. Conrad kissed Yuri while whispering a constant string of “I love you, Yuri.”

“Oh Conrad…” Yuri leaned his head against Conrad’s shoulder, “I love you Conrad…” Yuri fell asleep in that strained position, leaving Conrad to deal with the mess, not as if he particularly minded.

He wrapped Yuri in a clean blanket before beginning to redress himself. After pulling his pants back on he returned to the bed, propping Yuri up into his arms, the youth curled against Conrad’s form like he was snuggling into the most comfortable chair in existence.

Conrad kissed his full hair, his fingers tracing lines up and down Yuri’s back, tangling themselves in those damp black locks.

The brunette soldier looked out of the curtains inspecting his surroundings as a meditative action. He looked back at the sleeping form on the bed, smiling quietly at the beauty in bed sheets.

Said beauty began to mewl as he stirred to awaken.

“Good morning, Conrad…” Yuri said, smiling slightly his eyes sleep-laden he smelled the blanket and traces of Conrad’s sweet, gentle scent.

“Good morning. There’s something to eat on the night stand.” Conrad mentioned Yuri smiled more enthusiastically.

He shot upright and instantly realized his mistake as he grabbed the small of his back releasing a string of “Itai… itai… itai…” Yuri slumped back onto the mattress, debating if he was hungry enough to try that a second time, he knew he was but that didn’t make his back hurt any less.

Conrad stifled his gentle laugh playing it off as a cough as he approached the bedside. He assisted Yuri in sitting up, propping him against the headboard before putting the sandwich into Yuri’s hand.

He closed Yuri’s hand around it before pulling back to just watch him.

Yuri was glowing, no doubt about it, but he still was sore.

Blushing, the double-black beauty eyed Conrad, “I’d say you’re in a suspiciously good mood but…”

“But you don’t suspect where that’s from, right, Heika?” Conrad said playfully.

Yuri growled at him, bemused to a small extent, Conrad’s teasing was part of their flirting routine but he still didn’t like it when Conrad didn’t call him his name. “Oh what’s that? I could have sworn the man I had loved so passionately last night was in here, but nope… I just see some loyal subject… after all, my sweet, considerate lover would NEVER forget my name… huh.”

“Alright, alright. I get it.” Conrad put his arm around Yuri, “Yuri, we’ll try to set out in a few hours, so why don’t you rest up until then.”

Yuri nodded then blushed, “We really did this and that last night, didn’t we?”

Conrad nodded. “Would you have preferred we had not?”

“Of… of course not! I just… I can’t believe I’m not a virgin anymore.” Yuri’s cheeks turned scarlet. He laughed, a bit out of nervousness, “Wolfram would murder me if he found out.”

“He’d probably try, but I’d never let anything harm you.” Conrad winked, “I’m not sure if you’re aware, but I am quite skilled with the sword.”

Yuri laughed, “You, really? It’s funny, you seem the type.” Conrad leaned over and kissed Yuri, which was good, because Yuri had wanted to kiss Conrad, but he didn’t really trust himself to lean forward to kiss him, at the given moment.

“I love you Yuri.”

“I love you too, Conrad.” Yuri locked onto Conrad’s brown eyes, “Will we get married someday Conrad?”

“We could elope.”

“Hey, don’t tempt me. I still have to deal with your hot-head kid brother. Mou, for someone as old as he is, you’d think he’d be more mature or mellow…”

Conrad shrugged, “He’s always been like that.”

Yuri smiled at Conrad, “I’m sorry.” After taking Conrad’s hand he kissed it again, “…of course, now if he accuses me of being a cheat I can’t exactly feign the same innocence.”

Conrad kissed him once more before pulling back, “Gunter will probably ask what took us so long.”

“Ah ha… ha… wow, I don’t think I could handle his interrogation.” Yuri scanned his eyes across the room. “Do you think we could leave now?”

“We could, but I wouldn’t advise it. You’re going to be sore for a while.”

“…Yeah, but Gunter wouldn’t really expect that as anything suspicious, they all know I’m not used to horses.”

“…So that would make me a horse?” Conrad’s eyebrow shot up.

“…More like you’re hung like a…” Yuri turned bright colors, not really ready to make sexual comments about Conrad, after all, he wasn’t quite that comfortable with his new-found sexuality.

“You’re cute, Yuri.” Conrad informed him proudly.

“I’m still the one who’s making out in this deal.” Yuri mentioned, he still couldn’t see how there was something that worth-while about himself.

“I’d care to disagree.”

Yuri managed to sit up, even coaxing himself out of the bed, his muscles were sore and fatigued but that overall good feeling that spread across his body did well to make up for it. “I can see why people are so into it.”

Conrad didn’t say anything, but he did smile.

“But I don’t think I was very good, it was my first time, so I’m sorry…” Yuri looked around the room as he added, “…so, you’ll just have to help me ‘practice’ to get better for you.”

Conrad covered his own blush, “Yuri…” He kissed the youth, encircling him again in his grasp before he finally mentioned, “You don’t need to get any better. Though, we can do that exercise as much as you want.” He winked.

“Adults are so…” Yuri wasn’t sure how to say it without it coming out as something mean, it was a cross of dirty, devious, sneaky, and perverted, but Conrad was perfect so he couldn’t do anything mean or wrong, so that just meant it had to be adult, “…mature.”

Conrad laughed wondering just how Yuri landed on that choice of words, but left it alone.