Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Inexorable Flow ❯ Part 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Sheinah: I'm happy to see there are people waiting for the continuation ^_^

Yes, after spending that much together, Yuuri and Wolfram are bound to know each other pretty well. Asami got used to Wolfram. After going through hell in WoftGE it's no surprise ^_~

Oh, you will see Kyota. And Amae. And Faraya. And some others, so wait patiently and you'll be rewarded.

I'm glad you liked the scene in the restaurant.

 

 

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Kyou Kara Maou! - It belongs to its respective owners. This fan fiction is not a commercial project, and I'm not making any money from writing it.

Warnings: Yaoi (male x male), Yuuri x Wolfram. Some other pairings. Angst. Adult topics.

A/N 1: Age: Yuuri - 32. Wolfram…let's say he is about the same age as Yuuri just a little older.

 

 

Inexorable Flow

 

by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com), beta-read by Melisenda

 

Part 2

 

It was about seven o'clock in the evening. The sun was still quite bright and its rays slid smoothly over the sleek hood of the taxi that had just turned into Oak Street. Passing dozens of duplicate houses that lined both sides of the street, it finally stopped in front of one of them. The doors of the taxi opened and four people stumbled out of it.

 

“Didn't you say that it was a modest flat…?” Surya drawled after observing the house behind the gate. “What was that about not having enough space…?” She gave her friend a meaningful look with a raised brow.

 

Wolfram let it slide without a comment. He was sure that about that time in Hether's head a dozen alerted cogs started spinning, turning and jumping - Yuuri was a man who could provide for her.

 

“And where're Renata with Asami?” Surya asked.

 

“Ah-hah,” Yuuri laughed sheepishly while giving the taxi driver a few notes. “Sorry about that, but it seemed to me that Asami and Renata hit it off quite nicely,” he said. “Asami begged us to arrange some quality time for him with his new friend,” he gave a guilty smile. “No need to worry - Asami is a real gentleman,” Yuuri added. He patted the hood of the car and, slowly, it set in motion. “I'm sure she'll call soon to tell you they are going the opposite way.”

 

The two women exchanged a short look then, smiling, Surya shrugged her shoulders and went towards Wolfram who meanwhile had pushed the gate open. Hether followed her, and Yuuri was left to think about how he was going to have Asami repay him for all this trouble.

 

After fumbling with his keys for much longer than usual, Wolfram realized that the alcohol he had consumed earlier hadn't dissipated yet. Finally, he opened the door and let the guests in. Heading down the corridor he led the women into the living-room.

 

“It's so neat inside! One would never think it's two guys living here alone,” Surya commented after they had sat down on the couch.

 

“My cousin is quite good at that,” Yuuri said, while giving a wink at Wolfram, who gave him the finger. “But we have a housecleaner who comes once a week,” Yuuri added, already on his way to the kitchen to get some drinks. He motioned for Wolfram to get the glasses from the sideboard which was standing against the wall.

 

“So... you are Yuuri's cousin from his mother side, right?” Surya asked Wolfram after Yuuri had gone.

 

“Yeah, my mother's sister's, who married that Swiss guy, son,” Yuuri's voice came from the kitchen.

 

“Still… I'd have never thought it possible to have such different looks…” Surya drawled, wondering.

 

“It's so nice that you let Wolfram stay here while he is studying…” Hether said, watching Wolfram retrieving glasses out of the sideboard.

 

Her words were followed by the sound of something crashing in the kitchen. A few minutes later, Yuuri, now composed, appeared in the doorway to meet the blond's amused stare. He could see that his husband was happy to get at least this small revenge on him.

 

The blond finished arranging the glasses and motioned for him to start pouring while seating himself on the sofa arm. “Hey, old man, don't just stand in the doorway - pour some in,” Wolfram flashed his wide grin at Yuuri.

 

Yuuri frowned. Wolfram could be so spiteful sometimes. He walked over to the table and leaned down to start filling glasses. “There are some sweets and sandwiches in the kitchen; bring some.”

 

Wolfram rose from the sofa and in a few moments was back with the aforementioned goods in his hands. Yuuri went to meddle with his sound system and soon soft music filled the room. The four of them sat down around the table and raised their glasses.

 

“To this evening, then,” Yuuri saluted.

 

“Yes, to new friends.”

 

The wine tasted good. Wolfram rarely found alcohol that would suit his taste and those mostly were not strong drinks. He didn't like getting drunk either. When he did, his body would feel heavy and feverish, and he considered himself being poisoned. Why do that, then? There were extreme cases when he would get drunk, however. This evening, for instance.

 

Yuuri had planed this holiday for both of them, and Wolfram was grateful to his husband for it, but his mind was far from relaxing. He had thought that it would be good to spend some time socializing with new people and relaxing. The problem was however, that it was not that relaxing at all. There were far too many problems pressing down on him. The constant buzz of fear kept him on edge. He was good at pretending, though. Even if it was his own husband to whom he was lying.

 

This evening was just a game for Yuuri, just for teasing each other to stoke their passions. The real mess was going to start after they got back to Shin Makoku. Yuuri was going to kill him after he realized what had been happening while the two of them had been absent. There was no way their relationship would survive that unscathed.

 

Yuuri was drunk and took the liberty to flirt with Hether who was responding way too well. Wolfram turned to the bored woman at his side. Surya was an interesting person after all. Besides, he was drunk enough to be able to get away with anything he did now. Even his guilt could not stop him from turning the tables.

 

Despite being deeply immersed in his conversation, Yuuri found himself falling silent when his eyes touched other two people in the room. Surya and Wolfram had moved from the table to the far end of the couch. His husband had nestled into the corner while Surya was almost overlying him. Yuuri's sudden bout of jealousy was squashed down when he considered the logical explanation of why Wolfram was behaving this way - the blond was a vengeful creature.

 

But ten minutes later it was clear that just knowing what Wolfram was doing didn't help much. Forget that, even knowing that his husband would never touch a woman, did nothing to alleviate his increasing jealousy. Despite Surya considering Wolfram a university- or even a high-school student, it was obvious that it was not going to keep her from hanging all over the blond. Wolfram's wit and exceptional attractiveness were working like a magnet. If he wished, Wolfram could probably have anyone he wanted.

 

That thought was particularly irritating.

 

Annoyed, Yuuri shot his husband a dirty look and took a big gulp out of his glass. It seemed to only work in making the blond become more seductive. It was just amazing how Wolfram could mess up an enjoyable evening!

 

Half an hour later, Surya finally looked at her watch and hinted that she and Hether would have to get up quite early tomorrow to meet Renata and to get back to Chansa. It was fine with Yuuri and he got immediately involved in distributing the rooms and running around looking for linen. Wolfram, meanwhile, took charge of the bathroom, toothbrushes and towels. It was decided that the women would take the wide sofa in the living-room. So as not to look suspicious, Wolfram took the bedroom upstairs and Yuuri got the couch in the study. As Asami sometimes spent a night or two with them (it was not that easy to get home after drinking that much), they always had some spare toiletries ready.

 

It was about twelve o'clock when they finally went to sleep. Exactly half an hour later, the door to the bedroom creaked open. Wolfram was wearing his pajamas but still sitting on the floor next to the bed while listening to the soft music from the bedroom sound system. That had become a habit of his. Amused, the blond turned to look at his husband.

 

Wolfram had been waiting for him, of course. The blond knew perfectly well that after the display in the living-room he would come. He was going to scold Wolfram or at least glare at him, but instead of that, somehow he found himself moving forward, grabbing the blond, lifting him up and toppling them both into the bed. Their mouths meshed hungrily, and Yuuri could swear that his husband was grinning against his lips. Anger and lust at the though sparked him up even more. His pent up frustration during the entire evening spilling over, Yuuri could only think about marking Wolfram as his again. The thought was ridiculously annoying, but he couldn't help feeling that way.

 

Wolfram gasped when Yuuri's hand dove into the hair above his nape and grabbed it firmly. Pulling, Yuuri made more room for himself to access his husband's neck. Closing his eyes, the blond let him nip and graze on the skin there. It was worth it, then, Wolfram thought fleetingly, to tease Yuuri like that. With a grin, he reached out to pull at Yuuri's head until their mouths met. The kiss was messy and greedy, their mouths hungry and trying to prove something, only neither knew exactly what. With a barely muffled moan, Wolfram tried to lift his hips to press himself closer to Yuuri. Both of them were clothed and there was no place to do that, but rubbing against Yuuri's hardness made him want to feel much more of it.

 

“Off, get them off,” Yuuri groaned, while trying to pull Wolfram's pajama pants off. He got them down as the blond lifted his hips obediently. In no time Yuuri had his own pants off.

 

“Ohmm…” Wolfram stifled a groan when Yuuri palmed him.

 

“You love it, don't you?” Yuuri demanded, starting to stroke him at a leisure pace.

 

“Goddamn, yeah,” Wolfram agreed with a breathy sigh.

 

Letting go of the blond's shaft, Yuuri slid up Wolfram's body again. Rubbing against Wolfram, Yuuri swallowed his husband's groan. The forceful kiss was bruising the blond's lips. There was something in Yuuri that Wolfram had noticed only recently. Something dark, escaping only in rare moments. It wasn't that it scared him, but he had worried about Yuuri's stability. Not now, though.

 

Yuuri wanted to dominate Wolfram's mouth but Wolfram wasn't surrendering and he suddenly realized that it irked him. He would have liked the challenge, but not tonight when he…he wanted to…to… Unlike him, Wolfram didn't really have preferences in topping or bottoming. But Wolfram bottomed more frequently partially because of his lesser sex drive. Mostly it was not the blond who initiated sex and once Yuuri took the lead, he did not protest. But there were times when Wolfram would instigate sex and at those times he wouldn't budge either. Usually, those were times when Wolfram would have too much to drink.

 

Feeling Wolfram's fingers digging into his shoulders, Yuuri was sure that this was one of those times. Wolfram was feverish, burning with lust and it was obvious that what he wanted was to fuck him.

 

Yuuri wasn't sure how it was with Wolfram, but there were times when he felt an instinctive need to protect and safeguard Wolfram. He hated it when his territory was trespassed, was jealous as hell. All he could think then was to make and mark Wolfram as his again. Those were feelings that he thought would be more fitting if his partner were a woman. And there were times when he could feel the same coming from Wolfram. It irritated him to feel that kind of care and he knew it was the same for Wolfram. It was natural when a couple was of opposite sexes and a man felt and acted that way towards his woman, but now it felt a little wrong and weird and irritating.

 

Although he knew about it perfectly, he doubted that Wolfram knew where some of the friction between them was coming from. The two of them were males and dominating by nature. It was only natural for their egos and libidos to clash. On the other hand, it was one of the reasons why he was so insanely in love with Wolfram. Yes, he was obsessed with Wolfram and he had realized that not that long ago.

 

Yuuri raised his head as Wolfram broke the kiss suddenly, turning his head to the side.

 

“What?” Yuuri panted out.

 

“I'm…not…” Wolfram's hand shot to his mouth, and Yuuri didn't need to be told anything else. With a disappointed sigh he watched the blond run out of the room.

 

Yuuri tensed then. He suddenly remembered that they weren't alone in the house. Grabbing and putting his pajama bottoms back on, he snatched Wolfram's and ran downstairs after the blond.

 

Yuuri knocked on the bathroom door. “Are you alright?”

 

“Not really.”

 

There was a sound of vomiting, then it calmed down again.

 

“Can I come in?”

 

“Why would you want to do that?”

 

“Clothes.”

 

He heard Wolfram having another seizure then the blond's weak voice wafted from the other side of the door, “What clothes? Oh. Crap. I'm naked.”

 

Yuuri opened the door to enter the bathroom. The sight that greeted him made him frown. The blond was sitting on the floor and leaning against the wall right next to the toilet. He was still half erect. Yuuri closed the door behind him tightly and shut the lock.

 

“Why the hell do you drink that much if you can't handle it?”

 

Wolfram groaned. “Don't start preaching to me here.”

 

“It was really stupid of you,” Yuuri said. He tossed the pajamas to the floor next to Wolfram.

 

Wolfram's red rimmed eyes snapped up to him. “And what fucking else was I supposed to do when you were all over those women?!”

 

“We agreed about that!”

 

“Who the fuck agreed to that?!” Wolfram spat at him.

 

“You know I hate it when you curse!”

 

“I hate many things you do, but I'm not fucking bringing them into this! I…” Wolfram groaned, then moved over the toilet again.

 

Yuuri leaned against the door with a thud. He watched Wolfram's heaving back. “Don't…don't ever go flirting with someone else… I don't know what I'll do…”

 

Still quivering at the seizure, Wolfram wiped at his mouth. “What the hell does that mean?” He snorted derisively. “Aren't you the one who started it in first place?” He leaned back against the wall. It was cold and he shivered.

 

“It was just for Asami.”

 

“Cut it, Yuuri. You were all over her even here.”

 

“It wasn't anything like that! Unlike you, I enjoy socializing with people!”

 

“Ooh? So that's what you call it on Earth? Socializing? I'm so sorry for being so asocial, you dick!”

 

“Wolfram, cut it out!”

 

Wolfram glared at him. “Sometimes I so fucking hate you… I suppose fourteen years of marriage does its trick, doesn't it? One day we'll just wake up and start wondering who that stranger sleeping in the same bed is.”

 

Wolfram startled at a shadow. But Yuuri didn't hit him. He jerked as Yuuri grabbed his hair, pulling him to his knees and forcing his head up.

 

“Wolfram, if you…” Yuuri gritted his teeth. “If you ever think about leaving me because of some fuckhead… Wolfram, I'll kill you both. I'll… I'll…” Yuuri jerked Wolfram's head back, slamming the blond against the wall, his head hitting hard, before letting go and shooting to the door. It resisted and Yuuri pushed at it furiously, tearing the hook off.

 

Stunned and wide-eyed, Wolfram stared at the tub in front of him. He raised his hand to rub at the back of his head where a bump was already forming. Then another spasm seized his body and he leaned over the toilet.

 

XXXXX

 

A short time later, when Wolfram entered his room, he found Yuuri lying in his bed. At the sound of the door opening, Yuuri shifted, turning to face him.

 

“Wolfram, I…”

 

“It's alright.”

 

Yuuri raised his head to watch the blond's dark contours move about in the room. Wolfram gasped as his foot hit something in the darkness then he finally reached the bed. Climbing in, he let Yuuri pull him back to his chest. Yuuri leaned his forehead onto his shoulder. It felt feverish, and even through the pajamas, it was burning him.

 

“I'm sorry,” Yuuri whispered softly. “It's… When I think that it might end one day… I… I'm afraid, Wolfram.”

 

Wolfram gazed at the dark room in front of him. He was not sure what it was. From time to time he would catch Yuuri staring at him with a shadowed look in his eyes. There was something deep within Yuuri and he was not sure if it had just recently been born or it had just finally freed itself.

 

“Tell me, Yuuri, why you think that.” He felt Yuuri tense behind him. “What changed?”

 

“I…” Yuuri rubbed his burning forehead against Wolfram's shoulder while ruffling the fabric. “I think I've become more vulnerable. You… You can crush me with one word, it takes only one look from you… I can't stand you saying things like you did in the bathroom. They scare me silly.”

 

Wolfram stayed silent for a few moments then turned around in Yuuri's embrace to face him. “It's the same power you have over me. I… I'm just good at pretending, Yuuri. I'm really good at that. I have the same fears and… I'm sorry for saying all that in the bathroom. You are my… Oh god,” Wolfram groaned.

 

“What? Again?”

 

Wolfram chuckled softly while rubbing his forehead. “No. I… I've just stopped myself from saying the most embarrassing thing ever.”

 

Yuuri smiled at him. “I think I'd have liked to hear it.”

 

Wolfram felt Yuuri's hand slide over his side to caress him. He pressed himself to Yuuri, embracing him. “You are my world and reason for living, Yuuri. But no sex tonight. I feel really shitty.”

 

Yuuri laughed quietly. His fingers dove into the blond's hair to stroke affectionately. “Well, the beginning of that was really nice to hear. The rest of it was not that passionate.” He felt his husband sigh against his chest. “I love you, Wolfram,” he muttered, “you know that.” Wolfram nodded against his chest, then winced as Yuuri's fingers brushed over the back of his head.

 

“I gave you a bump?” Yuuri asked. “Crap. Does it hurt? Is it serious? Maybe…?”

 

“Leave it alone,” Wolfram yawned. “It's nothing. Cast a healing spell and it will heal in ten minutes.”

 

The room was lit by a green light. The snowflakes of soft green were leaving Yuuri's fingertips and setting on Wolfram's hair and around his shoulders. Soon Yuuri felt Wolfram nodding off. The blond's body always reacted to healing spells like that - it relaxed and took the time it needed to heal.

 

Listening to Wolfram's slowing breathing, he finished the spell and also settled down to sleep. It took some time, though before sleep claimed him.

 

XXXXX

 

It was about ten o'clock in the morning when Yuuri heard Wolfram coming downstairs. The blond's first stop was the bathroom, then he tapped into the kitchen. Yuuri turned to look at him. Wolfram was wearing a T-shirt that was too big for him and jeans which made him look like he really were just a student, a student going in for sports, but a student nonetheless.

 

Wolfram cast a look at the steaming pot on the stove.

 

“What are you cooking?” he asked, yawning.

 

“I bought some spaghetti. Will you eat?”

 

Wolfram nodded. “Let me help you. What do I need to do?”

 

“Nothing much. Just get the plates ready. Oh, wait, you'll help me make sauce.”

 

“Where are the women?” Wolfram asked. He leaned on the kitchen table with his hands and looked through the window at the neighboring house.

 

“Yesterday they saw a shop near here, so they went there. Should be back in a few minutes. Asami is going to bring Renata over, and then we'll drive them to the station.” Yuuri moved to Wolfram. He wrapped his arms around the blond's waist from behind and tugged Wolfram towards him to make his husband recline back against his body. He leaned in to kiss Wolfram on his lips when he turned around.

 

“How do you feel?” Yuuri asked after their lips parted a few seconds later.

 

Wolfram nodded. “I'm fine. My head hurts a little but it's nothing. Your healing spells are really effective.”

 

“What about the lump?” Yuuri asked with a note of shame clear in his voice.

 

“It's nothing. Don't worry about it.”

 

“I'm sorry, I…”

 

Wolfram shifted in his husband's embrace and turned his head to the side to look at him. “Yuuri, it's alright. The two of us were drunk and jealous.”

 

Watching the big green eyes, Yuuri nodded slowly. “Yeah.” He was not sure what Wolfram thought of this - he had never ever been violent because of jealousy. There were a few incidents between them, true, but those never were because he was jealous of Wolfram.

 

Wolfram smiled at him, and Yuuri leaned in to nip at the shorter male's lips. As Wolfram eagerly participated, the nip turned into a short kiss, then into more of them. Wolfram turned around, and Yuuri's hand slid around Wolfram's waist and up his back to dive into the hair at Wolfram's nape to support him. The kisses turned deeper and longer, their mouths joining, tongues meeting. Soon their breathing quickened, and Wolfram pushed at his husband's chest indicating they needed to stop.

 

“Water's boiling,” he grinned up at Yuuri mischievously.

 

“We'll continue that as soon as they go away,” Yuuri muttered, reluctantly letting go of Wolfram.

 

Wolfram laughed at that. He wiped at his lips to clean their saliva off. “Make that a promise.”

 

Yuuri went to the counter where the pot was spitting water from under the lid. Yuuri turned to Wolfram waving two packets in his hands. Wolfram walked over to him and took one.

 

“These are noodles, Yuuri.” He said after turning over the packet in his hand several times. “But why are they that long? It will be difficult to eat them.”

 

Chuckling, Yuuri opened the packet he had in his hands and started filling the boiling pot with spaghetti. “I suppose you're right. It's that people on Earth like various things and, usually, the more difficult they are to prepare and eat the better value they seem to have…”

 

“It only proves that Humans are stupid,” Wolfram mumbled, tossing the second packet back to Yuuri who caught it nimbly.

 

Yuuri shrugged. “Well, some of their customs are really weird, but so are many of Mazoku's,” he said, smiling. “For example, I never imagined I could get married by slapping some random blond.” He finished pouring the second packet and threw them both away into the bin under the counter.

 

“Very funny,” Wolfram muttered. He walked over to the table and sat down at it. He watched his husband stirring the spaghetti so that it would not stick to the bottom of the pot, then going to the fridge. For a minute Yuuri was ransacking the fridge, his upper half deep inside it. Then Yuuri put a cutting-board with a piece of raw meat on it onto the table in front of Wolfram.

 

“Here,” he held out a knife for Wolfram to take. “Cut it into small pieces. I'll fry them for the sauce.”

 

The meal was done right before the women came back. The table had been already set and it was only left to fill the plates. After leaving their shopping bags at the door, Surya and Hether went into the kitchen. Surya blinked at the bright light coming from the window. She turned to look at the blond who was smiling brightly and chatting with Yuuri while showing no signs of hangover. That was not fair.

 

They sat down to eat and Wolfram poured some juice for everyone while Yuuri was distributing the meal.

 

“Hey, you are not bad,” Surya said after tasting the spaghetti. Her brown eyes grinned at Yuuri.

 

“Unlike me, Yuuri is a good cook,” Wolfram agreed.

 

Smiling, Yuuri turned to Wolfram. It seemed that yesterday's bad mood had dissipated completely. Yuuri was blissfully content that everything was alright between them. He hated it when he and Wolfram had spats.

 

“You've something on your face here,” Yuuri said, reaching out with his fingers to wipe at the corner of Wolfram's lips. He froze suddenly. Slowly, he removed his hand. He could feel gazes scorching his back. He turned to look at the women.

 

“Oh, don't worry,” Surya waved it off, giggling at Yuuri's quite disturbed facial expression. “We know it all. We heard some of that little drama in the bathroom last night. Poor Hether,” she patted her friend on her arm. Hether rolled her eyes.

 

Wolfram and Yuuri both blushed brightly.

 

“Even though I could not understand the words, the emotions were pretty clear,” Surya shrugged. “Was that in Swiss?”

 

Wolfram blinked at first then nodded quickly. When he was pissed or frayed he always switched over to his native tongue no mater which language he had been speaking in before. It was just something he did instinctively. After he had switched languages, Yuuri had probably followed him automatically.

 

Surya's attention went to Yuuri. “Yuuri, I hope he's legal?”

 

Yuuri frowned. For some reason this was really getting on his nerves. That was not Surya's fault, but he couldn't help a sudden wave of anger that arose within him.

 

Wolfram burst out laughing at Surya's question. “Sure, Yuuri is my sugar daddy.”

 

Yuuri tensed at that.

 

The blond couldn't stop laughing even after Yuuri jabbed him with his elbow. It was no use telling Surya that he was older than Yuuri anyway.

 

“Wolfram, can I finally eat calmly?!” Yuuri snapped.

 

Wolfram's mouth closed. He gave Yuuri a little surprised look then dug into his spaghetti.

 

Surya's brown eyes left the now quiet Wolfram to concentrate on Yuuri who seemed to be irritated to no end. “I was just kidding,” she said.

 

Yuuri said nothing, but from the look he gave Surya, the woman understood that he found nothing funny in her words.

 

“Well, it's laudable, your self-sacrifice, for Asami,” Hether said, smiling tentatively.

 

Wolfram grinned at her. “The two of them had better have done something more than holding hands in the moonlight.”

 

Hether and Surya laughed at that. Yuuri couldn't help smiling, too.

 

Further into the meal, Yuuri realized that he had been too huffy. He got from the table and, after digging up in the fridge for some time, offered a bottle of good wine for an apology and soon everyone's mood improved.

 

Asami arrived about fifteen minutes later, after they were done eating. He and Renata were smiling non-stop and seemed to be very content with their new acquaintanceship. They greeted everyone cheerfully, and joined the others at the table, now cleared of the dirty dishes. Short presentations on experienced events were exchanged, but the bus was leaving half an hour later, and the women had to get ready quickly. Yuuri and Wolfram saw them to the gate, goodbyes were exchanged, and Asami took the women to the station.

 

Once Asami's car was out of view, Wolfram exhaled loudly. “Finally we have our vacation to ourselves.”

 

“Hey, it hasn't been that bad, has it?” Yuuri chuckled, while following the blond back into the house.

 

Wolfram entered the kitchen then cast a look at the pile of dishes in the sink. “Well, whose turn is it today?” His blond brows rose as Yuuri's arms wrapped around his waist from behind.

 

“To hell with the dishes, Wolfram,” Yuuri purred while nuzzling his nape. “Let's do something more interesting.”

 

“Hmm?” Wolfram lowered his head to give more access to Yuuri's ministrations. “What exactly do you have in mind?”

 

“We haven't done it on the kitchen table yet,” Yuuri said while pushing Wolfram forward to the aforementioned table. The blond's legs pressed against the edge of the table. Yuuri rubbed himself against the blond's jeans. When Wolfram's backside pushed back against him, he knew Wolfram was ready to consider the suggestion. “What do you say to that?”

 

“Won't it be strange to eat at the same table with other people, then?”

 

“Well, we still use the same sofa, bathtub and the car…” Yuuri grinned into Wolfram's neck. He blew at the tiny tendrils, which made Wolfram squirm in his arms. Yuuri's hands slid under the blond's loose T-shirt to caress his stomach. His fingers brushed over the warm and smooth skin, and Wolfram leaned forward to rest his palms on the table. Unseen by the blond, Yuuri gave a mischievous grin. Sometimes, Wolfram was a pushover.

 

Yuuri's hands rose further up the blond's stomach until they reached his chest and nipples. Wolfram gasped and bucked against Yuuri's front when his husband pinched them lightly. Yuuri slid his palms over the now fully erect buds to soothe them. Wolfram's eyelids fluttered and closed shut.

 

“I haven't taken a shower yet,” Wolfram muttered. He turned his head to the side, but was met by Yuuri's mouth descending on his. Yuuri's left hand left his nipple to dive into the blond's hair to keep Wolfram's head turned in that awkward position while the two of them were kissing. Yuuri adored his husband's hair. Blond was not that rare a color in Shin Makoku, but Wolfram took such good care of his hair. It was always soft and smooth and fell into rich bangs that just called out to be touched. And touch he did.

 

Still kissing, Wolfram pushed himself off the table to turn around and face Yuuri. That didn't give the blond much freedom as his husband pressed himself to the front of his body, wedged himself between his thighs and pushed him back to the edge of the table. Yuuri's kisses became more demanding and deeper, Wolfram squirmed against the table but his husband didn't even budge. Yuuri clearly wanted to have the upper hand with him.

 

Wolfram protested, “Yuuri, it cuts into my legs.” He pushed against Yuuri's chest with his palms.

 

“No problem,” Yuuri grinned against his mouth. His hands slipped under the blond's backside, grabbing a handful of the supple flesh and pressing them together so there was no empty space between left. Ah, there, in the pocket. One could always trust Wolfram to carry lube around, especially if he was promised sex.

 

Getting the small container out of the pocket, Yuuri put it onto the table next to Wolfram. The table was not that clean but Yuuri was sure that Wolfram's annoying T-shirt wouldn't mind it much.

 

“Yuu…!” Wolfram yelped and grabbed at Yuuri's shoulders for balance as he suddenly lost his footage. The prince found himself lifted. His bottom hit the surface of the table firmly, the table groaning at the sudden weight.

 

“Better?” Yuuri purred against Wolfram's lips before reclaiming them. Leaning over the blond, he slipped his hand in between his legs to caress the inner thighs. He brushed his hand back and forward a few times then squeezed lightly. Drawing away, he rubbed his thigh between Wolfram's legs to entice the already visible bulge.

 

Wolfram's answer was to reach out to Yuuri's shirt where he started fumbling with the buttons which, as usual in such cases, appeared to be way too small to be dealt with easily. Yuuri could feel Wolfram's erection straining against his thigh, his husband starting to rub against him shamelessly. His shirt finally open, Wolfram's palms slid over his chest and around to the back of his shoulders. Yuuri drew back a little to shrug the shirt off. He then found and undid the button on Wolfram's jeans, unzipping them slowly. The covered bulge swelled even further until it stretched the underwear's fabric. The blond leaned closer to Yuuri when the warm palm cupped him.

 

After giving a few languid back and forth strokes, Yuuri let go of the shaft. His hands slid from Wolfram's sides to his waist where he tugged at the blond's jeans.

 

Wolfram lay back onto the table and lifted his hips for Yuuri who pulled the jeans and underwear off him. Yuuri tossed them somewhere behind his back where they fell with a soft thud.

 

The erection that sprang out after being freed looked enticing and Yuuri licked his lips involuntary. He moved in closer and bent over Wolfram. The prince's lust-filled eyes were locked on Yuuri's face, and Wolfram shivered lightly as Yuuri's lips touched the head of his penis. Yuuri's tongue snuck out to tease the slit. Wolfram exhaled loudly, the tension in his spinal muscles turning liquid and his body stretching out against the table while his lower part tensed in anticipation.

 

Yuuri teased him for quite some time, licking at the head then blowing lightly at the damp skin. Wolfram grunted when the head of his cock finally disappeared between Yuuri's lips. Yuuri drew a little back and held Wolfram's hips down as they instinctively pushed upward.

 

His head bobbing up and down, and his hand stroking what his mouth did not reach, Yuuri fondled the sack then stroked the sensitive skin between them and anus. He could hear Wolfram starting to pant, moans forming in his throat and involuntary slipping past his lips. He felt the prince's hand slip into his hair to offer a slight pressure and try to get more of his mouth onto him. Yuuri hummed around the cock in his mouth to entice the blond even more, then pulled away, letting the glistening shaft slide out of his mouth.

 

Wolfram did not want to let go of him, though. Chasing the addictive warmth, his back rose off the table. His hand caught Yuuri by his belt and pulled. Yuuri leaned in to give him a sloppy kiss then started unclasping his belt. Once done with the trousers, he kicked them aside. He grabbed at Wolfram's obscenely large and irritating T-shirt and pulled at it. Wolfram raised his upper half and hands to help Yuuri get rid of the shirt.

 

Yuuri flung the T-shirt onto the table, as Wolfram's arms wrapped around Yuuri's shoulders, not letting him straighten. His right hand slid over Yuuri's wide back to press their now completely naked bodies together. Their mouths clashed again, Yuuri temporally forgetting about the lube that he was holding in his hand. Wolfram had always been good at kissing. The blond's kisses alone could almost make him come.

 

Yuuri broke the kiss first. He fumbled with the container while uncapping it, then squeezed out a generous amount of lubricant. First, he coated himself, then pushed his hand in between Wolfram's thighs. His thighs now smeared with cool lubricant, Wolfram shifted. He spread his legs wider to let Yuuri lubricate him. He moaned softly at the feel of Yuuri's fingers breaching him.

 

A few seconds of stretching and lubricating, Yuuri pulled his fingers out. He did not have enough patience for this. He grabbed at the discarded T-shirt to wipe his soggy fingers, then took hold of Wolfram's hips and pulled him closer, so that his backside was right over the edge of the table. He lifted Wolfram's left leg to hook it over his shoulder. He did the same with the blond's other leg, now supporting the blond's waist and backside with his hands while Wolfram was bracing himself with his hands and upper back.

 

Wolfram's head fell back with a soft thud when Yuuri started pushing in. He blinked at the bright sun falling from the window and turned his head to the side. A low groan left his throat while Yuuri was thrusting in inch by inch.

 

“Yuuri,” Wolfram flushed red, “we are flashing the neighbors.” He gasped as Yuuri pushed deeper. “Close the blinds.”

 

“Can't reach. They can close their own.”

 

Quivering at the tight fit, Yuuri exhaled shakily. Staying still except for rocking against Wolfram's backside, he waited for the blond to adjust. Feeling Wolfram's hips picking up the rocking, he drew a little back, then pushed forward again. Encouraged by the prince's loud moans, he deepened his thrusts and soon had a rhythm going.

 

Wolfram's fingers curled on the table surface, searching for something to claw into. His body felt feverish and he couldn't stop moaning at the feel of Yuuri's hard member sliding in and out of him. Gods, how he loved that incredible feeling of pleasure in his ass which then would spread throughout his entire body.

 

“Do you like it, Wolfram?” Yuuri grunted, watching Wolfram toss his head from side to side. His cock was leaking profusely, leaving a smear on the blond's stomach. A fine layer of sweat was gathering on Wolfram's skin making it glisten in the sunlight. “Do you like my cock up your ass?”

 

Wolfram moaned lightly. “Fuck, Yuuri,” he panted after opening his eyes and meeting Yuuri's dark ones.

 

Yuuri thrust hard, making Wolfram's body rock and the table squeak. “C'mon, tell me how much you like it!”

 

Wolfram bit his lower lip at the way forceful thrusts made his body even more restless. “You know I love it,” he grunted out. “Love it, want it!”

 

Yuuri rocked against Wolfram feverishly, his body now at its limit. He tried to hold it in, but then felt Wolfram starting to tighten around him as seconds later the blond's back arched off the table, his open mouth releasing a loud guttural groan to mark his orgasm. Yuuri's sense and reason were gone then, too. His body tight as a bowstring, he also came, shooting load after load into Wolfram, jerking against the blond's backside. He tried to thrust a few times to draw out the pleasure, but Wolfram was too tight around him to move, so he just rocked.

 

Panting, Yuuri sank down on top of Wolfram who exhaled loudly at the heavy weight. “That was good, wasn't it?” Yuuri puffed out.

 

Wolfram agreed with a breathless nod.

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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