the Sequel of Wolfram's Tears!
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[Spoilers!WARNINGS!]: Sequel to Wolfram's Tears, Yaoi, BoyLove, WARNING!: DUBIOUS CONSENT ISSUES, Smut and more Smut, Demon Biology - Freedom, Demon Heat, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Toys, Gender - Freedom, Crossdressing, Mpreg, Hetare Wanko Seme Yuuri, Sou Ojou Uke Wolfram, Wimpy Puppy Top Yuuri, Total Queen Bottom Wolfram, Protective Conrad, Young Lady Greta, Jealousy, MORE references to Sukisho (anime), Dissociative Identity Disorder, A Lusty Alter Ego, Drama, Overprotectiveness, Established Relationship, Secret Sexual Relationship, and Plenty of SMUT!
I'm looking forward to it! And I hope you are too!
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Here We Go Again!
Yūri's Fears
The Day
Wolfram was glaring at him.
Yūri knew it from the prickling sensation on the back of his neck, while his bright red face stared back at him in the mirror.
"You're being ridiculous." Wolfram told him with a roll of his green eyes.
Yūri knew that but he continued to fumble with his gold jacket buttons anyway, the simple task seeming beyond his comprehension this morning.
The morning after he'd had sex for the first time.
Yūri bit his lip, his heart pounding in his chest.
God, he'd had sex.
He may faint.
His fiancé, his lover stepped up behind him, perfectly composed in his blue uniform, to stare Yūri's dazed reflection down.
"Stop being a wimp. No one is going to know just by looking at you. But they will if you look guilty." Wolfram snapped.
Yūri spun on his heel, his right hand pointing accusingly.
"EXACTLY! I am guilty! And everyone will know it!" Yūri fretted, breaking out in a cold sweat.
Wolfram opened his mouth to verbally berate him like he had been doing for the past two hours but Yūri still wasn't listening.
He groaned dramatically. "Oh no, Conrad's going to be so angry at me for violating his cute baby brother. I'm a bad, bad man. Oh god! What will Gwendal do to me?"
He ran pass where Wolfram was standing gaping at him and threw himself on the bed, burying himself deep within the safety of the comforter.
"Lock the doors!" he demanded wildly. "I'm never leaving this room! I proclaim sanctuary! There will be no heroic slaying of the Demon King in here!"
He heard a deep sigh outside the vicinity of his hiding place.
He refused to come out.
He felt the mattress shift beneath him as another body climbed onboard.
Nope. He wasn't moving.
The quilt was grasped in a tight hold and coaxed from his white-knuckled fists.
Yūri pouted and blinked in the morning sunlight, allowing only his eyes and nose to peer out, digging his chin and pout stubbornly into his cotton cocoon.
Wolfram kissed his nose sweetly, smirking when Yūri grunted, sulking.
"All we have to do is get through today. Act like it's just a normal day, and no one will know the wimpy King wasn't such a wimp last night."
"Wolfram!" Yūri gasped, his ears burning.
Now he was too hot wrapped up in the covers!
He shoved the comforter away in a huff, his skin prickling beneath his clothes.
"You're no help." Yūri told his fiancé as the Fire Demon shuffled closer to him, hooking his arms around Yūri's shoulders and nuzzling under his chin.
Yūri grunted again but pulled the devious soldier closer anyway, his hands immediately settling on the other man's hips much to Yūri's chagrin.
He'd lost all control.
Wolfram kissed his cheek, smiling and then kissed the crease of Yūri's mouth until the King was hopelessly smiling and kissing him back.
Yūri was all ready addicted.
They exchanged several playful pecks, giggling with their foreheads pressed together.
"Everything is going to be fine." Wolfram assured him, his eyes shining with love and confidence.
Yūri believed him.
His heart refused to do anything else.
He sighed. "I guess I have no choice. But if today ends with your brothers' sword through my chest, it's on you." he warned, completely serious.
Wolfram tilted his head thoughtfully.
"Which brother?" he retorted.
Yūri poked him hard.
"I'm serious."he insisted.
Wolfram was snickering. "So am I! Gwendal you might be able to detract with your cuteness, but I'm not sure anything could stop Conrad if he really meant to kill you."
"You're awful to me." Yūri whined. "And there are appendages that I don't need to be King that I'd rather keep, thank you."
Wolfram looked alarmed at that.
"I hope my brothers know better than to take what you'll need to create future children."
Yūri gaped at Wolfram as the soldier contemplated how best to negotiate which body parts his lover got to keep when his elder siblings inevitably found out.
The Demon King pouted to himself. "I feel so used."
Suddenly, there was a rapid-fire knock on the bedroom door, Yūri and Wolfram's eyes widened in panic when one of the double doors swung inwards.
Conrad appeared around the door's edge with his unassuming smile as Wolfram pushed Yūri off the bed.
"OW!" the King complained when his tailbone hit the blue rug surrounding the large bed, and the unforgiving marble floor beneath.
Conrad looked amusedly between the Royal couple before raising his eyebrows at Wolfram, who was brushing down his uniform as he got to his brown booted feet.
"You're up early, Wolfram. Didn't you sleep well last night?" Conrad questioned, concerned.
Wolfram shook his ruffled blond head with a secret smile while Yūri glared at him from the vicinity of the floor.
"I slept very well, thank you, Conrart. It's the wimp's fault I'm awake so early. Yūri made a big noise getting dressed this morning. I hope you put him through his paces during your work out as punishment." Wolfram said sweetly.
Yūri spluttered indignantly as he stumbled back onto his socked feet, slipping slightly on the marble flooring on the way up.
Conrad bowed indulgently. "Of course, Wolfram."
Wolfram nodded at his half-human brother when he passed him on his way out of the Maō's bedroom, slamming the door loudly behind him without looking back at the disgruntled Maō.
Yūri had his mouth open and downturned when Conrad turned to him again.
Act normal, he'd said.
How had that performance been normal?
Yūri finally caught Conrad's brown eyes and flushed with embarrassment. "It wasn't my fault!" he insisted.
Conrad merely bowed again still playing along with the royal couple's odd behavior. "Of course not, your majesty. If you're ready, we can go for our run now?"
"Yes!" Yūri agreed at once. He needed the fresh air to clear his guilty and lust-fogged mind as soon as possible. "Running. Yes. Running I can do." the young Maō muttered to himself and proceeded to stalk determinedly out of the bedroom.
Without his shoes.
"Erm… Yūri?" Conrad called after him, holding the white sneakers out for the flustered King to take.
Act like it's just a normal day, Wolfram had said.
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The fresh air did do wonders to keep Yūri's head out of the bedroom and onto the day ahead of him. He breathed a deep, cleansing sigh of relief that he was not completely sex-obsessed.
Not after just one night, anyway.
"You and Wolfram seem to be getting along better since we got back from Earth." Conrad commented suddenly, causing Yūri to trip over his own feet and his good mood to plummet to the usual beaten track.
"W-what do you mean?" Yūri tried for casual but failed dismally.
Conrad slowed their pace down enough that he could peer over at Yūri comfortably, surprising the King when he nodded at Yūri's swinging left hand. Yūri held it before him, the sunlight sparkling off the tiny blue gems and gold as he grudgingly slowed to a power-walk alongside his protector.
"Accepting the ring doesn't mean the same to Wolfram as it does on Earth, but it's still a huge commitment to take on. I tried to explain to Wolfram that it was a lot to ask of you so soon but Wolfram remained stubborn…"
"Oh!" Yūri exclaimed with relief as he realized that Conrad had no clue just how close the King and his fiancé had gotten over the past month. "Oh, yeah: the engagement ring, but not really? Yeah, that was big but, you know, I think I'm okay with it. Actually, I know I am." Yūri said with a burst of determination.
Conrad came to a stop beside him and Yūri grinned at him, excited and a little shy while Conrad looked on with concern and confusion.
"I've had a long time now to get used to the idea. I mean, I was too young before. Fifteen is too young for anything let alone an engagement or marriage. But I'm eighteen now. It's been four years, Conrad. Even longer than that for Wolfram what with all the times I went to Earth and back again, and I really think I'm ready now, to make that commitment to someone: to Wolfram."
"Really?" Conrad asked skeptically. "You don't think you're still a little young? I know Wolfram's set on this but I thought you wanted time to be a kid? What about you having never had a girlfriend?"
Yūri blushed. "Well… I don't need one, do I? I mean, what's the point in being with someone else when I know I want to be with Wolfram? That just doesn't make sense."
"So, you really want to be with Wolfram?" Conrad asked him seriously.
Yūri stared at his godfather and saw the wariness buried deep inside and kept behind dark brown eyes. He saw, for the first time, how important the answer to that question was for Conrad. Yūri had known how closely Conrad watched him and his interaction with the soldier's littlest brother but it was only just dawning on the young King, how much damage he had done with his obnoxious denial of Wolfram's feelings, how many people were invested in his and Wolfram's combined happiness… and how it was tearing people apart in preparation for the possible fallout…
"Yes. I really want to be with Wolfram." Yūri said honestly. "I love him, Conrad. I really do."
Conrad's shoulders relaxed minutely, and he smiled. "And it doesn't bother you that he's a boy, anymore?"
Yūri broke out in a cold sweat. "N-no! I mean, not that I… I think I can… but it's not like I know… w-when we're married! Not before! Definitely not before, though!" Yūri started hyperventilating.
Conrad was immediately at his side, gripping Yūri's heaving shoulders firmly.
"Yūri! It's okay! I know it's a long time off from all that." Conrad attempted to reassure him.
Yūri caught his breath in a startled gasp and laughed too loud and forcedly. "Ha, ha, ha! Right? I know, totally a long, long, long time off. So long, long, long away. Far, far away. And in the future. The distant future. Ha, ha, ha!"
He felt faint.
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Yūri found it hard to concentrate on his paperwork, alternating between drooling fantasies about last night and worrying that Wolfram had genuinely been upset when he'd stormed out that morning.
Yūri didn't think so. It had just been part of the act, hadn't it?
But he worried.
And he wondered if Wolfram would let Yūri touch him again tonight.
When Wolfram walked into his office before lunch, Yūri felt elated and relieved at once to see him smiling.
"Wolfram." he breathed as Wolfram met his eyes with a secret sparkle. "And Greta." he focused on his daughter who came running towards him with a large sheet of parchment in her hand.
"Look Yūri! Greta learnt how to paint flowers! Wolfram showed Greta!" she announced excitedly as she fluttered the sheet in front of the smiling King's face for him to see.
"Wow, that's really good, Greta!" Yūri enthused once he got a clearer look at the painting of vibrant pink roses.
"Are you working hard, wimp?" Wolfram asked him while Greta ran to show Gwendal.
Yūri glared up at him from across his desk. "Don't call me a wimp."
"He's making even slower progress than usual." Gwendal said pointedly, smiling gently down at his cute Niece's artwork like the masterpiece it was.
Yūri gawped at him in betrayal.
Wolfram huffed irritably and stalked around to the King's side of the huge desk and grabbed onto Yūri's right ear. "Ow! Ow! Ow!"
"You're supposed to be working better, wimp." Wolfram chided him grimly.
"Yeah, well, I'm feeling distracted." Yūri gave him a half embarrassed, half righteous look.
Wolfram flushed bright red and loosened his grip, rubbing the soreness away with sudden tender fingers.
Yūri 's eyes fluttered closed.
Conrad cleared his throat.
Wolfram let go and Yūri hastily straightened in his seat.
Conrad smiled. "Maybe a break for lunch will refocus his Majesty, and he can continue his paperwork in an hour?" he directed his query to his stern elder brother.
Gwendal sighed tediously and grudgingly waved the young people away from him. "Just be sure to be back within an hour, your Majesty."
Yūri jumped eagerly to his feet.
He rounded the desk fast, grabbing Wolfram's hand and dragging him towards freedom after Greta running from the room, her giggles echoing down the hallway.
"See you in an hour!" he called back before disappearing from sight.
Conrad shook his head amusedly while Gwendal pinched the bridge of his nose with a deep sigh.
It's just a normal day.
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It had been a very, very long day.
The door clicked quietly shut behind them.
Yūri and Wolfram stood staring at each other, finally alone together again, inside their shared bedchamber without further disturbances until morning…
They both smiled shyly, blushing and panting in anticipation while they gradually gravitated together.
Yūri breathed easier when they finally wrapped their arms around each other, their foreheads pressing together aligned from their chests and hips right down to the toes of their shoes.
They'd made it.
"Just about." Yūri said with a breathy laugh, tightening his arms banded around Wolfram's slim waist, creasing the blue military uniform jacket.
Not that Wolfram seemed to mind.
Their breaths puffed moisture between them, the temperature rising as they both shivered in anticipation. The soft meeting of lips was like a balm to their frazzled nerves.
Yūri let his hands smooth downwards over the sensual curve of Wolfram's bottom.
And Wolfram pulled away with his face stained crimson.
"What's wrong?" Yūri asked, shifting his hands up Wolfram's back, embarrassed and afraid he'd assumed too much.
"Nothing." Wolfram reassured him but ducked his head, keeping Yūri at arm's length. "I just - I need to - before we… I need to go to the bathroom." he bit his lip, awkwardly.
"Oh." Yūri let him go immediately, his face as red as Wolfram's. "Right. I'll just… I'll be here…"
Yūri gestured in the direction of the bed and Wolfram nodded, withdrawing and walking across the room to the bathroom. Not the Maō's private bath room but the smaller bath and toilet room adjoined to the Maō's bedchamber.
The Maō watched him go from under his lashes, his cheeks burning with the heat now prickling his skin underneath his clothes when Wolfram paused at the open doorway to send him a blazing emerald look over his shoulder before disappearing inside.
Yūri sucked in a calming breath once the bathroom door was firmly shut between them, his heart pounding wildly against his ribcage. He took off his jacket and sat down on the bed as the room began to spin a little, needing to get a grip on himself.
They'd done this before.
This wasn't anything new. And yet, it felt like it was the first time.
…Again.
Yūri looked to his bedside table where he had hidden the silk blindfold that morning hours before Conrad was scheduled to pick him up to start the day. He'd found it wedged between the bed sheets and panicked, needing to hide all evidence of the night before. It had been enough to send him into a panic, sure that somehow everyone would know no matter how well they covered their tracks.
But nobody was any the wiser after a full day in his presence.
He wondered if he should get it out again.
Yūri took it out and left it on the side, just in case.
He unbuttoned the high collar of his shirt.
Wolfram was taking a long time to go to the bathroom. Yūri tried not to worry. He thought it was safe to assume that Wolfram was as nervous as he was, even though they had done this before.
Eventually Wolfram does come out of the bathroom, in his pink bathrobe and Yūri makes a bet with himself that there is little else under Wolfram's robe right now.
Wolfram shuffles his way over to where Yūri is sitting against the headboard, again, and crawls onto the bed with a bright blush and a shy smile.
Yūri smiled back equally as shy and leaned forward to greet Wolfram with a chaste kiss.
"I missed you." Yūri confessed suddenly, stupidly since Wolfram hadn't been gone more than ten minutes, and had only been a room away the entire time.
Wolfram didn't laugh at him though. He beamed at him and bit his lip, his green eyes sparkling. "I missed you too."
Yūri blew out a long breath and kissed him again. Pressing Wolfram's soft lips open with his tongue and plunging deep inside, dragging his teeth over the wet muscle sliding alongside his own.
Wolfram straddled the young Demon King, his pink bathrobe stretched between his spread knees, soft under Yūri's impatient hands.
Yūri could get lost inside Wolfram's mouth, his heartbeat spiking erratically, the hot cavern sucking him in and enthralling him with smooth flesh and pulling darkness…
…"Yūri? Yūri!" Wolfram's voice came from far away, calling to him…
Yūri blinked his eyes clear and peered around him, his heart hammering steadily inside his chest. Wolfram sat astride him, wide-eyed and his lips stained red. It took an instant for reality to dawn on the double-black.
It had happened again.
"Oh, Wolf. I'm so sorry." he whispered, closing his eyes with regret.
Yūri hated the sight of disappointment in those luminous green eyes.
"It's okay, Yūri."
But it wasn't.
Wolfram reached over and picked up the fold of cloth with delicate fingertips.
But Yūri didn't want it.
…hated that he needed it.
"I saw you." Yūri told him. Green eyes flickered in the moonlight. "I saw you last night. I was there. I can be there again. I know I can."
Wolfram smiled at him sadly, raising the blindfold before Yūri's nose and pausing. "I know you can." he whispered as he leaned to the right slightly to see his hands as he tired the scarf around his King's head.
Yūri sighed in defeat. "Soon, I promise."
The warmth of Wolfram's breath melted the last of Yūri's fight when he met his fiancé with a kiss, sweet and slow, quickly becoming sensual and seductive. The Fire Demon's tongue steadily soothing the broken Maō's soul.
Unlike the night before, Yūri didn't hesitate to touch Wolfram and feel his warmth against his palms, and Wolfram's hard muscles wrapped in the softness of his skin.
Even without his sight, they can still enjoy their time together.
With parted lips and tongues entwined, Wolfram loosened the bracket of his legs and settled heavily in the curve of Yūri's lap, pressing down with a long moan as his strong thighs squeezed Yūri's hips in a comforting vice.
Wolfram tangled his fingers in Yūri's dark hair and pressed his chest against the young King's, kissing him fiercely until Yūri's whole body was washed in the fire Mazoku's body heat.
Yūri moaned into Wolfram's mouth when Wolfram began to rock on top of him. Suddenly, the room was too intense for clothes.
Yūri launched forward still attached to Wolfram's mouth, puffing against tingling lips with their foreheads supported by one another while Yūri's arms held Wolfram's waist against his stomach unwilling to let go.
Without being able to see him, Yūri knew in his heart Wolfram was gazing at him with half-lidded green eyes, could see it clearly in his memories of the night before, how he would look now.
Wolfram's hands swept down his shirt to untie the Maō's black pants with nimble fingers, brushing a tease of sizzling breath across Yūri's left cheek.
Yūri gasped as he was freed from his clothing, his erection pulsing and dripping with his yearning for what was to come. He shivered as Wolfram took him in hand and stoked him.
"I want you always." Wolfram confessed in a heated whisper. Yūri shivered, arching his head back and panting when he felt the words burn along his jawline.
"I want you too. Always." Yūri asserted, his heart clenched painfully he wanted him so bad. His whole body was aching for him. He felt hollow without him impossibly closer, he needed him desperately.
Wolfram crushed their mouths together and sucked Yūri's tongue inside as he levered up on his knees, forcing Yūri's head back with grasping fingers, he positioned the double-black's hardness where he needed him most, and immediately sunk down to the root in one stuttering gulp of air.
Yūri's mind collapsed in on itself when he was sheathed completely, and for a long moment he could not think nor breathe. Wolfram shuddered around him, his body trembling in the circle of Yūri's arms all the while his hands scrambled for purchase along his King's shoulders, neck and hair. Finally, Wolfram melted into his embrace with his left arm banded around Yūri's sturdy shoulders and his right hand lost within the thickness of the double-black's hair.
They breathed together in the stillness for long minutes.
Yūri wished he could see Wolfram's eyes in that moment.
"Are you okay?" Yūri asked as he gently lifted his right hand to smooth the back of his fingers down his lover's fevered left cheek.
Wolfram lifted his dizzy head just enough to press his open mouth against the King's knuckles, letting Yūri feel the blaze of his silent gasps.
"…Better than okay." came the hushed answer.
Yūri pushed blindly forward and sucked at Wolfram scorching breaths, Wolfram meeting his passion furiously, biting and licking in return. Yūri grabbed Wolfram's hips as he started to rock again, the wet clasp of heat beginning to slick up and down on him, increasing rapidly in length and speed.
Yūri was lost in lust, between Wolfram's mouth and his body the young Maō didn't stand a chance. Wolfram surged against him and Yūri held on tight for the ride. The royal bedchamber filled to echoing the sounds of slippery flesh against flesh and hoarse cries of uninhibited happiness.
Before long, the double-black man felt himself fall into the sweet abyss of bursting joy and liberation, he felt the convulsions of his lover's complexion wrap around him, squeeze him tight and he felt the pull of the darkness and exhaustion as time slid away from him…
…what he didn't feel was the foreboding fall into the beckoning night…
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Yūri awoke ankle deep in translucent water… with the golden emblem of the lion-dolphin under his bare feet.
He was in the demon mirror.
…Again.
"You've been neglecting me, Yūri" his reflection said before he climbed from the water to stand level with the second double-black.
Yūri glared back at him. "Yeah, well you're no longer needed, other-me."
His mirror-image smirked in a smug and wicked way that Yūri never would.
"Who said you have a choice anymore?" he said.
Yūri gritted his teeth and determinedly stepped forward. "Look, I'm doing well with Wolfram. And my desires are doing well, so you can go back to being just-me now."
The blind man's arrogance didn't waver. "Actually, our desire is more out of your control than ever, which is why I will be taking Wolfram for myself."
Yūri narrowed his eyes as he felt the monster inside him roil in outrage.
"Wolfram doesn't want you, he's mine." Yūri growled in a voice he'd only ever uttered from the Maō's form.
The blind double-black laughed at him. "See, that's your problem. You still don't get it. And the more you push me away, the more independent from you I'm becoming. And you have no idea when I see Wolfram."
"You don't. I'm the one that close to Wolfram." Yūri said assuredly.
"Are you sure?" the blind man taunted him, tilting his chin down pointedly.
Yūri instinctively peered downward into the rippling water which glowed blue before stilling ominously. A clear vision of the Maō's bed came into focus below his feet as if he watched from above as his image was ridden by Wolfram in their private and intimate moment he'd participated in not moments before. Only, the Yūri in this moment wasn't wearing the blindfold Yūri had just now. His likeness his Wolfram was making love to had his head tilted upward with his blank eyes staring straight at Yūri.
His mind and his body were cold when Wolfram's husky voice cried out, "Yoru!" instead of Yūri's name. And then, the water rippled and the vision vanished.
"What?" Yūri said numbly, still staring at his own reflection, his eyes as unseeing as his blind counterpart.
"Oh, that's the name I've chosen for myself." was the satisfied response. "Fitting, don't you think? It is from Wolfram's favorite anime, after all. One we watched before without Shōri knowing. Do you remember?"
Yūri shot his hate-filled gaze onto the double-black clone and at once felt the moment when his heart ripped in two.
"You can't give yourself a separate name! You're supposed to be part of me!" he denied.
The other double-black shrugged. "Yes, but I'm not a part of you, am I? Not while you keep rejecting me."
Yūri fisted his hands at his sides and stomped his foot, the water merely rippling again. "I'm not rejecting you! I accept you! Right now! Let's do this and be done all ready!"
"It's not that simple." the other said infuriatingly. "You may want to believe that's all it takes but the acceptance of your darker desires has to be deeper. And wanting Wolfram like we do is as dark and as deep as we become."
Yūri flushed crimson as the recent memory of Wolfram's warm and welcoming body invaded his confused and frustrated mind.
"Why does everything you say sound suggestive?" Yūri choked out.
"Ask yourself that question, why don't you." he laughed.
"I thought I just did." Yūri growled between gritted teeth.
Yoru's smirk was wicked.
"Not anymore."
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…To Be Continued…
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NEXT CHAPTER: The Trick (working title) … Yuuri's alter ego appears again and he's not happy to have been kept from the main event … with the reemergence of Yuuri's more lust driven self drama will arise once again! …
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[WARNING!]: The DUBIOUS CONSENT ISSUES stem from Yoru being a separate consciousness and using Yuuri's body while our Maoh is unaware and completely unwilling. If anyone is at all uncomfortable with this issue, please DO NOT read and put yourself at risk! I will try and remember to give Warning at the beginning of chapters when Yoru takes over.
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I have a lot of plot developments I want to make within about 18 chapters again, so this story will have a longer time stretch than Wolfram's Tears with a few time skips.
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I'm still procrastinating with the smut scenes which is what kept me from posting this story for so long. ^^' I'm working on it but I still hesitate with my fingers tripping over the words, I want to make it good. YuuRam deserve so many good smut scenes, and I have a few planned out within the second half of this plot, and I'll do my best to deliver and get over my fear of failure. ¬¬ I will persevere!
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