I do not own Kyou Kara Maou
Wish I did
I think this is the second KKM fic I've published. Probably like the fourth I've actually written.
And seriously people. Yuri's and uke and you know it.
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Wolfram stared at the thing that he had pulled from under Yuri's pillow. He weighed the object in his palm and then gave it an experimental squeeze. In all honestly it looked like a penis to the eighty year old man boy. He squeezed it again while looking at the only other object that he had found under his fiancé's pillow, a small plastic bottle.
Although Wolfram wasn't sure what the objects were supposed to be used for, he was wary of their purpose, and he had reason to be. His fiancé stood across the room from him with his mouth opening and closing, closely mimiking the actions of a fish. It would have been amusing if anger and confusion weren't rising up within him.
"Yuri, what is this?" Wolfram held up the soft neon pink object in his hand.
"Well- that is- I just- I- uhmn-"Yuri tried desperately to form sentences, but to no avail. He could not fight the blush forming in his checks, the color easily surpassing that of the dildo his fiancé held accusingly in his hand. The poor teen wanted nothing more than for the rug beneath him to rise up, attack and swallow him whole. Unfortunately, fate was not that kind.
"Well Yuri, what is it?" Wolfram raised his eyebrow sparing a glance at the thing in his hand before returning his attention to his overly embarrassed fiancé. "And while you're at it, why don't you tell me what it's for as well." Wolfram did not miss Yuri's uncomfortable shift in position.
The black haired teen closed his eyes tightly for a moment, and Wolfram opened his mouth to speak. However he wasn't given the chance to. The accusatory words he wanted to say died when Yuri reopened his eyes with a determination and resolve that was not there before.
The teen descended on the bed quickly and reached for the dildo in Wolfram's hand, but Wolfram was quick. He recoiled immediately and Yuri, being as clumsy as he was, fell forward onto the boy.
They stayed like that that for a moment before Wolfram flipped the pair over so that he was straddling Yuri's hips. He pinned the other boy's hands over his head and bent down low, so that his lips pressed against the shell of Yuri's ear and asked, "So what is that thing Yuri? What's it for, and why do you need it?"
Yuri could not suppress the shudder that ran through his body, nor the blush that crept across his face. He couldn't stop the arousal that pooled in his lower stomach and definitely could not stop his length from hardening. So one could only imagine the shock that Wolfram felt when he watched this play out before him.
So shaken was Wolfram that he loosened his grip on Yuri's wrists enough for the boy to crawl out from under him and bury his face in a mass of pillows. Wolfram could see that the tips of Yuri's ears were bright red, an occurrence that was far from rare, and he found quite cute.
He crawled over the Maou, unsure of what his next move would be. The young soldier was faced with quite a dilemma. His fiancé had never expressed interest in him before, much less sexual interest, so it seemed odd to the blond that the young king would suddenly grow hard under him. What could it have been that made the boy act so strangely?
He leaned over Yuri, not missing as the boy tensed, and closed his lips around his earlobe. Yuri cried out in surprise, arching into the touch. Wolfram pulled away and Yuri whined.
"Turn around," the blond commanded.
Instead of complying, Yuri only whimpered and buried his face even further into the pillow beneath him. He would die before willingly exposing his hard-on to his oh so sexy fiancé.
Seeing that Yuri wasn't going to obey, he flipped the boy around to face him. His eyes were drawn to the front of the Maou's pajama pants, where a large damp spot was making itself know.
Slowly he ran his hand down Yuri's body, loving how he softly moaned at his touch. His hand made its way into Yuri's pants, lightly grazing the tip of his rigid cock. He closed his hand around the member stroking from base to tip two times before pulling away completely.
Yuri opened his eyes, which he had clenched shut somewhere along the way. Obsidian filled with question met with stern emerald.
"So Yuri, are you going to tell me what that thing over there is or aren't you?"
"I- I'm not," Yuri stuttered out.
"I see," said Wolfram darkly, "Well if that's the case then-"Wolfram rose from the bed and padded across the room. He opened the heavy oak door and then turned to Yuri. "Good night Yuri."
Needless to say, Yuri made good use of that dildo and lubricant that night.
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I'm debating or not whether or not I should make a chapter two of this. I want to but I don't have a good idea for a sex scene. Suggestions would be much appreciated. ^-^ Anyway, yeah. Haven't been updating my other fics. This damn computer doesn't read the files they're saved as. Someone broke the laptop that does. Sucks for me. In any case please review oh shameless yaoi lovers.