Title: Pretending for Just Awhile
Author: M snowym
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Pairing: Yuuri x Wolfram
Warnings: another gender issue fic, lacy panties, oral
Word Count: 373
Note: I'm having too much fun writing about Yuuri's insecurities ^^;. I'll have to write about a different topic, as this is surely getting old for people to read about, but I'm having fun with it anyway, mwhahaha ^^;;;;;. *continues with her femme!Wolfram x hetero(?)!Yuuri rampage*
At times, Yuuri felt okay with his engagement to Wolfram.
This wasn’t because he could finally accept himself being a part of a homosexual relationship, but because sometimes it was really easy to pretend the other boy was a girl.
He could especially do this right now.
Wolfram was beautiful, Yuuri could not deny this. But right now, Yuuri couldn’t think of a moment when his fiancé had been more gorgeous, the lovely bishounen on his knees before his king, the only padding between his skin and the stone floor being a thin, pink nightgown. The blonde head worked him dutifully, as Yuuri’s trembling fingers threaded themselves through golden locks.
Yes, it was definitely easy to pretend that his fiancé was a girl sometimes. He didn’t really think it was fair to Wolfram, but he really needed to at this moment, if only to keep his sanity.
Yuuri’s head tilted back, one hand grasping the bobbing head on his erection, the other clenching the sheets of the bed he was sitting on the edge of. His eyes slid shut of their own accord, and he couldn’t take anymore as he gave out a warning cry.
After a few moments of silence except for his own heavy breathing, he felt a light touch to his cheek. His eyes which had fallen shut fluttered open, seeing his partner standing before him.
Coal black locked onto emerald green, and Wolfram’s hand drew his face nearer for a kiss, until his eyes were so close that Yuuri could’ve drowned in the intense color. So when he pulled the blonde being to sit on his lap, he felt a telltale hardness pressing into the stomach of his uniform from under filmy, pink cloth.
A deep, definitely masculine moan resounded in the room as Yuuri slipped his hand up the frilly skirt and down the waistband of matching lace panties.
Wolfram wasn’t a girl. But as he leaned his head forward, touching his lips to the arousal of his undeniably male partner, he couldn’t quite bring himself to care at the moment.
He could pick up the pieces of his sanity tomorrow, along with his pajama pants and the lace undergarments that also scattered the floor of his bedroom.