Lemonade for Hangovers

Lemonade for Hangovers: by Vanessa S. Quest

“…So, this really doesn’t hurt…?”

“Yuri, if you’re uncomfortable with the idea, I can wait, really, I understand.” Conrad consoled, whilst hovering over Yuri’s now unzipped pant seam.

Yuri’s response was a muddled squeeze of air from his chest and a brightening of already blushed cheeks. He huffed out, “It isn’t like I’m not interested…”

“…” Conrad looked at Yuri, still hovering above his anatomy, hand already having fished out the essentials, he didn’t want to break the veil of silence and actually voice the ridiculous concern. Oh he’d make sure the Great Sage paid for this… it was supposed to be smooth sailing after wining, dining and seducing Yuri off his feet, though he had doubted it to actually progress this far… if it counted as progressing this far. First he apparently had to truly convince his fiancé that he was indeed going to eat him without actually eating him. It was cute how gullible Yuri was, how naïve, but simultaneously, should a king really be gulled so easily?

“Conrad…”

“…” Conrad let out a slight sigh, maybe he should just start and thus demonstrate how only certain aspects would enter the digestive system, well of course he planned to swallow!

Yuri looked at Conrad, blushing again, “…this is getting too weird for you, isn’t it?” He let out a sigh, “It isn’t because of my age is it? Or is it because…”

Conrad’s mouth engulfed Yuri’s member, quickly bringing it to a hardened state. The set of obsidian eyes that had been half-lidded in a drunken tire suddenly went wide as his nerves began to tingle in ways he had never felt. Ever. What the-- his hand never felt like this! Yuri bit out a small moan, gasping as he felt a very crafty tongue move with guile, seducing the most sensitive of areas.

Yuri noticed breathing was not an easy task anymore. In fact, he was rasping as he choked on his ecstasy. A stray hand maneuvered to Conrad’s back as his head bobbed up and down to produce a powerful vacuum effect. His fingers curled gently back and forth, rubbing at Conrad’s shoulder blades which the brunette could describe as one of the most easing sensations he had ever felt in his more than one-hundred years of life.

Black eyelashes beat heavily up and down in rapid flutters as the keen focus he had managed to bring to the surface disappeared beneath the tide of his orgasm. Sight was drowned out, sound was murky, all he could hear were his breathing sounds… those ragged, hoarse, barely-getting-air breaths that those were, and the faintest sound of continued sucking and slurping.

The wet noises were catalyst for the remainders of his senses to return, along with a blush as to realizing he had just came in Conrad’s mouth. Wasn’t he supposed to warn him or something? He thought that was something he was supposed to do… did people do that?

Conrad pulled back, thumbing the corners of his lips to assure the ingestion of each bit of fluid Yuri had voluntarily spilt to him, lapping it eagerly. It was fitting, Yuri’s taste was sweet, well as far as that sort of thing tasted.

Yuri’s tired, gasping body under him, Conrad smirked down in a feral, pheromone-pouring, drop-dead gorgeous manner that made Yuri shiver with yet another crest of his orgasm. Damn the hand was never like that. Ever.

He smiled back at his fiancé.

“Shall I move to desert?” Conrad teased. Yuri’s smile faltered.

“…”

Conrad let out a soft laugh, “I’m kidding, Yuri, well, not completely.” He leaned down and kissed Yuri, earning his own entrance to Yuri’s mouth taunting the soft lips with his probing tongue, he stole the feel of that familiar warm cavern, tasting the traces of wine as if suddenly recalling something critical. He pulled back from his kiss.

Yuri wrapped his arms around his back, Conrad’s weight welcomingly crushing down upon his body underneath as he took in the scent of the man he loved.

“You really should drink water, now more than ever.” Conrad let out a small groan at the simple mistake that most likely meant Yuri would be in for one hell of a hang-over.

“I’d rather just drink in your sight.”

“…You say that now, but tonight was your first time drinking and then your first time with that, too.”

Yuri gave him a strange look, not quite grasping it. Conrad didn’t really care if he didn’t get it. The important part would be in prevention of him getting the hang over. “I’ll head to the kitchen, I’ll sneak back some of the cake, it is supposed to be delicious.”

“…Ah, right, you said something about there being cake… and then speeches…” Yuri’s head was spinning as he tried to sit up, “Oh! Right! The party… it wasn’t even finished before I fainted! I’m so embarrassed I could die…” He put his hand over his face, “They know I fainted, don’t they?”

“Of course not, well, Gwendel does, but you’d probably prefer him knowing I snuck you back to my bedroom for that instead of for what we just did.”

“…Eh, why would he think I’d sneak off to your room for a blow-job?” Yuri blushed, well that wasn’t the most romantic way of putting it.

“…It is an engagement party, announcement parties are rather famous for losing sight of the couple of interest, and usually for a bit more than just that.”

“…More…?” Yuri’s eyebrow shot up, “Please, do explain…”

Conrad pet Yuri’s hair down, kissing his ear, “Not tonight. I can’t believe I already pushed you to do that much. You have no idea how much of a hangover you’re going to have tomorrow.” He shook his head, just thinking about it frustrating him, he really should have been hounding Yuri about the water from the time he woke up, not do something to further the dehydration… and his kiss still tasted like liquors, he really should bring some food to take the potential edge off that portion of the beast. He really didn’t want Yuri to look miserable the day after the announcement party.

Well, for one, Yuri would probably be self-conscious and think it made him upset as if he’d think Yuri didn’t feel confident or happy about being engaged… which would be completely wrong. For another, other people would attribute that to being ‘broken in’ and he wasn’t too keen in others even fathoming his sex-life especially with Yuri, so he was protective! So what… And finally, Yuri being sick would just be a guilty chore to deal with, he’d feel horrible that Yuri felt horrible… it was really a nasty little mess, but Yuri eventually had to have alcohol, at least it would help commemorate the event, that… and the fact that alcohol had a bit of an aphrodisiac-effect with increasing sex drive...

Conrad smiled down at Yuri, okay, he and alcohol were at peace again. Getting Yuri drunk definitely did yield some fond results.

Yuri yawned sleepily. “…So, we’re sleeping in your room tonight?” Yuri asked, still looking around, he really should have been able to identify it before, but the room had been spinning a bit.

“If you’d like I can bring you back to your chambers, the bed would be more spacious.”

“…That’s a horrible reason for switching.” Yuri smiled, “I’d rather cuddle with you in a bit tighter of a confinement if that’s the case.” His eyes were growing heavy. “I’m really tired… wow I never really expected something like that would take so much out of a person.”

“Ah, I should ask, did you wish to complain for being eaten?” Conrad’s scarred eyebrow arched.

“Should I do something for you…?” Yuri asked, yawning again, not realizing he was more than half asleep at that point.

“You already are.” Conrad smiled down as he watched his cute fiancé falling asleep. “You really are beautiful.”

“…Well, I guess that’s okay… that way I won’t feel guilty standing next to someone as handsome as you, so long as that someone is you.”

“Right. You need water, and cake. I’ll be back soon.” He kissed Yuri’s forehead. “Please try to stay up a little longer, I doubt you’ll wake up in time if you fell asleep now.”

“In time for what?” Yuri mused, eyelids almost touching.

“…To stave off the looming hang-over.”

“I’m telling you I feel great, though. Tired… but tingly… and great.”

“I can tell, you’re down-right glowing, and I’m glad, but that’s not going to be the case in the morning if you fall asleep now. Trust me, that wine is known for being very good, and that is what will do you in… Yuri?” He poked Yuri’s shoulder, rocking it slightly, “Yuri? …Damn.” Conrad scratched the back of his neck, deciding to leave the sleeping teen to acquire the water and cake in case his assessment was wrong, knowing full well it wouldn’t be.

Sneaking through the halls, well, maybe not sneaking, but definitely stealing his way to and from quickly, Gwendel and Gunter spotted him, in between their own pets and kisses… and other things Conrad’s mind refused to dwell on… was Gunter’s hand inside Gwendel’s fly—NOT dwelling, right…

“Ah, so there’s the groom to be, where’s Yuri-heika?”

“…He’s sleeping it off. I really should have grabbed water before hand.” He gestured to the cake, “And something to take the edge off. I don’t think he’ll be so willing to sign paperwork tomorrow.”

Gwendel let out a soft laugh, well, a Gwendel version of one, which tended to sound more like a snide guffaw. “Typically people don’t emerge so quickly as a day afterwards, be it from hang-overs or… other reasons.”

Conrad felt the slightest of a guilty blush creep into his cheeks as he eyed an interesting corner.

“Yuri-heika is so noble and virtuous! Waiting until marriage. Gwendel, should we ‘wait’ until marriage… and then you could ravish me… oh my…!” Gunter held his cheeks as he fantasized, squealing like a young girl until the blood started to pour from his nose.

Gwendel twitched nervously, not liking the idea of giving up on sex for the time being, “…It would be a bit late for us to start.” He coughed into his fist, “And besides, with his age… it isn’t necessarily appropria--” he looked at Conrad, deciding not to interject his opinions of the age-difference and practical applications. He sighed, “Gunter, are you saying you don’t want me to simply ravage you tonight?”

That was a much safer tactic.

Gunter put his hand on Gwendel’s forearm flirtatiously, “Oh, well if you’re going to seduce me… so openly no less…” He blushed, the trace of blood still visible.

Conrad backed out at that moment, not wanting to hear or think more on the subject. Gwendel called back to Conrad, “When should we expect the wedding to be?”

“Ah, I have to ask Yuri how long of a courtship he’d like, and how large of a reception he’s willing to deal with, after all, the longer he waits the more time to make it more grandiose, right.”

Gwendel smiled, “I thought you planned on doing a large wedding anyway, if only to dote. That is in your character after all.”

“…Brother…” Conrad mentioned, blushing just slightly, “…I really should get back to him, has the party calmed down already?”

“After the speeches it only lasted another two hours, the soldiers took their leave for the taverns to continue the celebration; the private guard will be relieved by the next shift to continue on with the partying in the early morning.”

“I see. Thank you.” Conrad bowed out, managing to bring back the two large pieces of cake and the water to the bedroom in time to see Yuri curled to the side leaving the appropriate shape for Conrad to snuggle in close to, against his back. It really was amazing how beautiful his fiancé was.

“Yuri, tomorrow let’s start planning on the wedding.” Conrad whispered, Yuri cooing an agreeable sound to Conrad’s gentle, soft-spoken voice. “Good night, my love.”

“Good night… Conrad…” Yuri mumbled, not fully aware, so much as moving upon conditioning.

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As the sunlight poured in, he found his head twitching angrily, throat dry beyond repair, the room spinning and bubbling a glow… every part of him achy minus one very happy nether-region.

“…Ah, Yuri, have some water…” Conrad smiled, petting Yuri’s hair gently.
Yuri grumbled, “…I hate drinking…”

“When you feel better, we could just… eat again.”

Yuri blushed, head still stinging. “…I… okay I don’t completely hate drinking.” He looked down, “Why is it so bright?”

Conrad approached the windows and drew the shutters closed, leaving the room rather dark.

“Ah, so much better…” He grumbled, leaning back into the pillow, his back sprawling the mattress before curling to the side, “…Aren’t you still tired? Why don’t you come back to bed?” Yuri pouted, his ulterior motives for wanting to spoon and use him as a body warmer were not amiss to Conrad’s well-trained mind.

“Alright.” Conrad smiled, happy to sacrifice himself for such a noble cause. He slipped back into the covers, arms engulfing Yuri along with the sheets to pull him closer and smell his hair at the base of his neck, tickling Yuri as he did so. “…When you feel up to it, mother had a few questions for what the color scheme should be for the wedding, other than black that is.”

“…Why not blues? Oh, Conrad stands on the Earth, those would be perfect for the decorations, don’t you think?” Yuri mewed, dosing back to sleep, groggily, though with a much sweeter tone.

“I’ll let her know, I’m sure she’ll be thrilled that you chose some of her horticulture.”

“Conrad… less talk, more snuggles.” Yuri ordered, eyes closed as he tried to return to sleep.

“Of course, heika.”

Yuri grumbled slightly. “…That’s a cheap shot from the man who got me drunk to seduce me.”

“Ah, but I can gloat with my plan being such a success, as I have in fact seduced you.”
Yuri smirked playfully, “I’ll just have to get you back then, and seduce you more.”

“…If you could do it any more I don’t think my mind could stay rational.”

The End.