Summary: Yuuri gets caught with his pants down in Conrad's bed.
Conrad x Yuuri
Disclaimer: I don't claim to own Kyou Kara Maou!. I write for fun, not profit.
Yuuri lay spent, catching his breath. The sheets were coiled around him, smothering, and he mustered the energy to push them away.
When Conrad had offered his bed to him, he had accepted, thinking he would have more self-control in someone else's bed. Apparently not. He felt ashamed enough; he really hoped Conrad was still patrolling the castle. Normally he'd want Conrad to be getting some rest, but well, in this situation…
"Yuuri…?" Yuuri froze as he recognized the voice. His eyes rose to meet those of Conrad, who was leaning in the doorway, looking at Yuuri with slightly wide eyes. Yuuri hadn't even heard him open the door, so entranced was he in his activity. His mouth moved as though to speak, but he couldn't get anything out. Conrad wasn't as frozen, though.
He slowly walked up to stand beside the bed, and Yuuri though Conrad might hit him or something despite Yuuri knowing the other man would never hurt him, but the other man did quite the opposite. Yuuri blinked in shock as Conrad leaned down, placed his hands on either side of Yuuri's shoulders and pressed his lips against his. He froze for a moment before his mouth went slack in shock, and Conrad slipped his tongue in. Yuuri turned into mush for a moment before responding and leaning up into Conrad, as if they could become even closer. When the two got short of breath, they pulled back and stared at each other for a few minutes until Yuuri couldn't help but grin at the situation, Conrad staring intently into his face. Hit him indeed… He should really get caught out of his room more often.