First KKM fic. Incidentally, I don't own Kyou Kara Maou.
Time runs faster with the beating of his heart. He had made his move, and Yuuri had responded, leaned in and kissed back, and love had been set in motion. He presses against Yuuri's body, feeling the softness of his lips, the passion that exists between them.
Restraint becomes unbound and he pauses to breathe Yuuri in, stop time in an instant and remember the moment forevermore with perfect clarity. Time rushes back to them and at that very moment they both know what they need from one another. Hands move cautiously, touching and remembering, a stark contrast to lips that never seem to stop kissing and whispering and breathing wordless questions. Sheer desperation somehow works its way into their actions, and their emotions gradually shift from want you to need you without any real acknowledgement from neither Yuuri nor Wolfram; all they know now is one another. Time has stopped for them, and all that is needed is the touch and kiss and taste of the other, uninterrupted and at their own unique pace.
It is Yuuri who first shifts their minds from a need for physical closeness to a need for physical completion; his fingers curl carefully around the collar of Wolfram's jacket and carefully undo the first few buttons, the delicate golden fastenings on the blonde's shirt soon following suit as the dark-haired boy begins to kiss the exposed skin of Wolfram's neck. It is only then that Wolfram flinches, unsure, and Yuuri pulls away. They stare at one another, as if seeing each other for the first time, drinking in flushed cheeks, swollen lips and the sudden realisation of I can't believe this is happening.
And in a way, it was all akin to the make-believe of the years of being so close and yet so far apart, of courage wasted and warped into stubborn resolve.
Wolfram reaches upwards to touch Yuuri's lips with trembling fingers, and guides him until they are heart-to-heart, the sound of their heartbeats thumping in his ears as he places a chaste kiss against Yuuri's cheek and holds him close. Fingers interlink carefully, and everything slows. Wolfram feels disappointed and relieved all at once, but doesn't protest as Yuuri unfastens the rest of the buttons on his jacket and shirt and divests him of both.
Yuuri seemingly loses some of his confidence with the baring of Wolfram's skin. Wolfram carefully kisses the skin just below the Maou's ear and arches against him, emotions surfacing in the form of a sharp gasp as Yuuri's hips jerk forward and their bodies respond.
And from that moment on, they know they cannot look back from where they are now. Time will not let them forget.
From there, it all seemed blurred in their memories. Perhaps they should have regretted that they didn't remember every touch, taste and movement, but in the end, it had felt far more natural than they had assumed it would; as if every day they spent together ended with such need. It all seemed so normal when Wolfram tossed away the towel he had used to clean them both, crawled back to Yuuri and pressed against him, skin against skin, and mumbled something about Yuuri being a wimp. The only thing that made it different was that Yuuri caught the teasing tone of his voice and instead of reacting violently, simply smiled and said nothing.
From that moment on, it wasn't the same as before, but it was still good.
And despite all the time they spent together prior to this moment, Wolfram and Yuuri found themselves to be most grateful for this time, where time did not flee from them, and instead waited for them to finish.
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