Author: M snowym
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Pairing: Yuuri x Wolfram
Warnings: molestation of a happy kind
Word Count: 376
Note: YuuWolf is eating my brain, I love this pairing way too much, so here's another attempt at ficcage ^^;. Oh, and thank you for looking this over, kishmet ^^. *snuggles Kishu*
Yuuri made Wolfram’s thighs quiver.
It wasn’t just because one glance from the dark haired/eyed boy maddened his senses, which incidentally did happen. It was because Yuuri was currently parting his thighs with those gentle, seeking hands that took care of everything so carefully, and god dammit, his legs wouldn’t stop trembling.
Wolfram looked downward, wanting to look into his lover’s eyes, but immediately regretted the action. He slammed his eyes shut, but the king of their kingdom slowly smoothing the hem of his gown up his legs was emblazoned on the back of his eyelids. Blinding himself definitely was not helping though, as the rustling of the frilly, pink nightgown being hitched up was nearly deafening.
God, had that moan just come from his own mouth?
He had been pushing, yelling, desperately crying out for Yuuri to be his and his only, but he hadn’t thought about all that would entail. He just wanted his fiancé to stop looking at everyone but him. It was almost too much though, as the Maou’s attentions became focused solely on him.
Apparently Yuuri had thought about this, or... was there really anything to think about? He was just laying claim to what had been offered up, what was rightfully his.
So Wolfram laid back and took it like a man. He tried not to think about how he was more likely taking it like a woman, flat on his back with a dress pushed up around his ribs.
But... no. He wasn’t a woman, and if Yuuri could finally come to terms with that after all this time, then he had better do it pretty quickly. Wolfram hadn’t known he’d had this seed of doubt within himself all along, so he did his best to quash it. This was easiest done by threading his fingers which had been clenching in the sheets through Yuuri’s hair, and pulling him in for a deep, messy, hormonal kiss.
He didn’t have to take anything like a woman, and he would be an equal, active participant. Just to show that wimp that he had better keep wanting him like this, because he certainly wanted Yuuri like this.
His thighs were still quivering, but he would make Yuuri tremble soon enough too.