Author's Note: I apologise if my A/N on the previous chapter was less than coherent, I was slightly more sleep-deprived than I am this time. However, I received a very inspiring review which resulted in the idea of a short; roughly 7-chapter, porn with (very-slight-near-nothing) plot ficlet for each night of Wolfram's heat week which I am now going to attempt. I hope it will help me get in the rhythm of regular updates again, since I'm still struggling to keep writing right now. Thank you so much to sherbear (Ao3), I really appreciate your encouragement and this chapter is for you!
UNbeta-ed: raw
ALL WARNINGS IN FIRST CHAPTER STILL APPLY!
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The Second Night: Yuu in Trouble
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The next day was awkward. Yuuri had noticeably been avoiding Wolfram and Conrad had been fishing for information as to why all day. Yuuri was relieved, and lucky, when he headed to bed that night without answering any of his godfather's pressing questions.
Then, Yuuri was confronted with a cross-armed and glowering fiancé already in his night clothes.
Not to mention, in heat.
"Eh…" Yuuri greeted eloquently.
Wolfram scoffed. "I guess you're surprised to see me. But your being a wimp doesn't change the fact I'm still in heat."
"Still?" Yuuri repeated stupidly, as if he hadn't known, hadn't thought about it all day, hadn't hoped...
"Yes, still. The definition of a heat week is that it lasts for more or less than seven days."
"More or less?"
Wolfram gave him a frustrated look. "Every carrier is different, but yes, it can last any time between five to nine days every twenty one months."
"So long?" Yuuri questioned weakly, feeling vaguely light headed. "Oh!" he gasped as Wolfram was suddenly in front of him, his long fingers cupping the outline of his half-hard dick. "Wolfram!" he protested, his own hands wrapping around his lover's wrists to halt the up and down motion already setting his blood on fire.
"I've been wet all day, Yuuri." Wolfram whispered to him, his warm breath ghosting over Yuuri's parted lips making them tingle. Yuuri's resistance evaporated with a groan he felt down to his toes which curled in his trainers when the hands on him squeezed insistently. "I can't stop thinking about last night, how you felt moving inside me, soothing all my aches. I tried to do it myself during my morning bath, but my fingers couldn't reach as deep as you did. I ache so badly and it's only going to get worse in the days to come. I need you, Yuuri."
Yuuri gasped and shuddered as his dick was pulled from his black uniform pants, nimble fingertips lavishing extra attention on his extra sensitive glans. He hadn't been able to get last night out of his head either. The memory of the feel of Wolfram wrapped around him, hot, wet and so, so tight had haunted him throughout the day, keeping his mind too fogged to get any work done at all.
If he gave in he was risking losing more of his mind without any hope of regaining lucidity. However, when Wolfram pulled him backwards towards the already rumpled bed by his stiff dick with a sultry smirk, his green eyes glittering, he recognized that he had already given in.
Wolfram sat on the cool cotton sheets, his glowing face then level with Yuuri's erection which throbbed so hard at the hungry glaze to those hooded green eyes, it bounced against Yuuri's trembling abs and he moaned feeling the sharp tug in the bottom of his spine.
His fiancé's smirk was open mouthed and panting, Wolfram licked his pink lips before dabbing the pre-come off the tip of the double black's sword with his scorching tongue.
"Oh! Wolf, please." Yuuri gasped, his muscles twitching all over his too tense body, his hands fisted at his side when he wanted so desperately to weave his fingers in golden curls and pull Wolfram where he wanted him most.
Wolfram hummed his approval, before his hot mouth engulfed the weeping tip, suckling sweetly. Yuuri felt lightning jolt from his head to his toes leaving him quaking in the aftermath as Wolfram lavished him with licks and sucking kisses. He was floating in an overflow of pleasure his body could hardly keep up with, knowing where tonight was leading him.
Tonight, however, he wanted Wolfram to feel as good as he made Yuuri feel.
The double black unclenched his fists reaching forward and pushing firmly at his lover's shoulders. Wolfram gasped in shock before catching himself on his hands outstretched behind him, his green eyes blazing with hurt and fury. Yuuri couldn't give the fire mage time to react and for his own insecurities to overwhelm his sudden drive. He dropped to his knees beside the bed, between Wolfram's spread knees, stealing a chaste kiss on his way down.
Wolfram blinked at him, his angry protest silenced by his wimp's lips. Yuuri was blushing darkly but his black gaze was determined and Wolfram could only watch in awe as his wimp pushed slightly damp palms up from below his knee, over and above to his now trembling thighs, pushing up the long hem of the pink nightshirt as the fire mage's belly swooped with the slow touch.
Yuuri held his breath as long and smooth legs were bared to him, his mouth desert-dry when his fingertips reached rounded hips and his thumbs caressed the creases where thighs met pelvis. He sucked in a great stuttering breath when he felt no leather there only smooth skin under his fingertips.
His dick nodded between his spread knees eagerly.
Black eyes drifted upward, taking in the negligee barely concealing the radiant angel's modesty while his hands were halfway underneath, the long line of Wolfram's torso, washboard-flat until the hard points of his sexy nipples Yuuri had fallen just a little in love with last night. Wolfram's board shoulders as wide as his tantalizingly round hips giving the boy a classic streamline, hourglass figure. His long neck was so sensual it beckoned Yuuri's mouth to it and the double black was thrilled to see the hickeys he'd made under Wolfram's narrow jaw still dark from the night before, hidden under a thick layer of white powder.
Dark green eyes caught his and held him captive. The promise there was sinful. It was the first time Yuuri had seen Wolfram look more demon than like an angel before.
Licking his dry lips, Yuuri didn't break eye contact as his right hand inched inward on his lover's thigh until his forefinger brushed up against soft and snug balls. Wolfram gasped, shuddering, his mouth falling open, moist and pink. Yuuri was leaning forward before he recognized the pull, his breath colliding with Wolfram's before their lips met in a clash of urgent teeth and tongues.
Wolfram balanced on his right arm behind him while his left arm came up to cling around Yuuri's shoulders and neck, his hand pinching at blushing ears and tugging harshly at black bangs.
Yuuri groaned and moved his idle hand again, tucking his fingers under the cute, pouch-like balls warm under his palm when he finally found the promised hole, wet and yielding to his finger as he pressed inside at the same time he sucked Wolfram's tongue into his own mouth.
He greatly enjoyed how his fire mage lover quaked beneath him, moaning in his husky voice. His finger wiggled and thrashed while the tight walls of muscles surrounding him danced and rippled to the music of Wolfram's gasps and moans, Yuuri's new favorite song.
He straightened his right forearm and wrist, tensing his biceps before moving harder, his finger plunging in and out faster to the sloppy sounds of Wolfram's pleasure climbing higher. Yuuri suckled the muscle flicking inside his mouth, gently scraping his teeth against it as his own dick throbbed painfully so a thin string of come dribbled onto the stone floor digging into his uniform-clad knees.
"More, Yuuri." Wolfram mumbled around his tongue taken hostage, rolling his hips then chest up against the double black's body suspended over him, bringing them roughly together through the layers of their clothes.
Yuuri hummed deep in his throat, catching his weight on his left arm which shot out a second before they collapsed to the mattress, Wolfram's legs over the side of the bed and Yuuri still knelt between them. The double black gasped as his neglected dick rubbed against the side of the mattress, deliberately rubbing harder into the cotton covers as he pressed his middle finger alongside his forefinger as they were greedily pulled inside his lover's soft pussy.
"Ah! Yuuri!" Wolfram threw his head back, his golden hair curling like a halo around his angelic face glowing red in the bright candlelit room. His feet lifted off the cool stone of the floor, to hook his ankles together at the small of the kneeling double black's back, his knees spreading wider urging Yuuri to thrust deeper. Wolfram was moaning in a continuous stream of encouraging noises, pitch gaining height and volume the longer his king and lover stabbed at and soothed his aches.
Yuuri sucked the skin below the fire mage's collarbones the negligee couldn't contain, wanting to leave his mark on a place Wolfram wouldn't have to cover with powder like he was ashamed. His wrist was beginning to ache from the strength he was putting into fingering his lover but he wanted to see Wolfram come apart again, he wanted to do that for Wolfram.
He wanted to know he could make his beautiful, brave and kind lover feel good.
"Oh, fuck! I'm gonna – Yuuri! – I'm gonna come!" Wolfram dug his neatly cut nails into Yuuri's tan forearm as if to fight against the double black's quick shaking jabs in and out which only spurred Yuuri on, made him more persistent to prove himself to his doubtful fiancé. However, Wolfram didn't fight, just hung on tight to his lover's capable arms as he shook apart, his cute and painfully pink dick streaking his belly, chest and neck white in thick ropes that arched high while a rush of slick pooled in Yuuri's idle hand. A full minute later he was still wiggling his fingers inside as the hot pussy clenched hard before tapering out into weaker and weaker flutters still clinging to him.
Wolfram was so compliant after an orgasm it was a secret side to him Yuuri felt honored to behold. His skin was a beautiful rose hue and his long limbs were sprawled in a sexily relaxed way, completely trusting. Yuuri had never felt as lucky as he did just to be here in this moment.
Then his dick gave an almighty pulse, pre-come spurting out from the harsh tug in his balls. Fuck, he was so close.
He must have groaned or squeaked or something because Wolfram was blinking down the lean line of his glowing body dazedly, his mouth still slack from coming and his breathing was still fast. Just the look in those dark green eyes has Yuuri gasping for breath and gripping the root of his dick, shaking with the restrain to not come.
A warm hand encircling him, tugging him to his feet by his hard-on and it was the most heavenly invitation Yuuri could ever receive right now and he was eagerly standing and shuffling forward between Wolfram spread legs, his creamy skin painted with his own cream and flushed so prettily. Yuuri wanted to dive right in but Wolfram gave him pause as the fire mage smirked, biting at the swell of his ruby bottom lip before lifting his right leg teasingly high over the double black's head, and rolling onto his belly to peer cheekily over his shoulder, a drop of white smearing sticky on the cotton now beneath his glowing left cheek.
Yuuri was thoroughly distracted, his head swimming with heat when the beauty finally got his knees under him and his pert round bottom was tantalizingly swayed in front of the double black's vision.
From this angle, Yuuri could see the clear slick had soaked between those plump and bouncy cheeks to the winking hole nestled in-between, that forbidden place looked as supple and perfect as the rest of his lover and for one wild, primal moment…Yuuri wanted to know that place like he wanted to know every part of Wolfram.
"Put it in." Wolfram urged him, pushing his ass onto Yuuri's steel-hard length so the purpling tip slipped along the glistening trail from the swollen flesh of his pussy hole across his blood-hot taint, catching on the tight rim of his tightly gaping asshole, gasping with Wolfram as he watched it clench at the unexpected contact.
Yuuri gulped, his mouth suddenly flooded with saliva and shook his head clear of the red haze, attempting to regain his mobility functions.
Dragging his dickhead downward again felt so good but nothing could compare to sliding himself back inside Wolfram's body, hissing and trembling at the sear heat and raw embrace while Wolfram made the most sexiest noise ever, a cross between a moan and a bitten off squeal: a sweet mewl.
"Fuck!" He was out of breath and out of patience, unable to restrain himself from rocking his hips immediately even though he felt it was polite to wait. But Wolfram was rocking with him, his asscheeks bouncing off Yuuri's tan hipbones in no time. Yuuri could hardly keep his eyes from rolling to the back of his head as his balls swung heavy, slapping the tight pouch of Wolfram's balls causing them both to whine from the pit of their bellies where the liquid fire of their lust burned them both with its building intensity.
The double black reached around undulating hips to grasp clenching thighs, using the leverage to shove his dick harder, the slurp and slap of their fucking louder than their enthusiastic voices combined. Yuuri's battering hips were steadily pushing Wolfram further up the bed until the double black had to climb onboard or pause to reposition them to where they started.
He clambered onto the mattress on his cold and bruised knees, his black uniform pants and black leather underwear tangled around his ankles trapped by his white sneakers. His white shirt was sweat-stuck to his back, shirttails tickling his ass and his hair was limp and dripping sweat too, and still he fell across Wolfram's negligee covered back, licking and nipping at the damp nape in his face even as he dropped onto his left side hugging the fire mage's body against him, grabbing one creamy thigh, Wolfram's toes pointed up toward the high ceiling and fucking into the wide gap in-between.
"Nuh! Yuuri!" Wolfram whimpered at the new angle and Yuuri whined a little, liking it too. The fire mage's grip on the sheets slackened while he writhed on the dick inside him, circling his hips in a magical way which caused his double black lover to dig his blunt fingertips into his bruiseable flesh harsher and quake dangerously inside him.
In an act of revenge, Yuuri wiggled his trapped arm beneath Wolfram so he could reach one stiff and sensitive nipple with his left hand. It was Wolfram's turn to quake so deliciously when the devious double black pinched and tugged his left nipple ruthlessly, it being just as tantalizingly torturous for him while the fire mage thrashed in his arms, his pussy swallowing his dick and gulping around him with each punishment he dealt upon his lover's chest.
Unable to hold on any longer, Yuuri returned Wolfram's legs beneath him so he was on his forearms and knees once again and Yuuri spread his legs wide, managing to kick his right foot free of his sneaker and pants in one volatile air-kick, on the outside of Wolfram's as he pushed back inside. The young king bowed over his lover's back, his hands on either side of Wolfram's board shoulders as he snapped his hips against the soft pillow of his lover's ass, gasping deeply at the hot swing of his balls and the electric tingling in his spine.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" Wolfram murmured, too lost in the heat of the moment to be aware he was saying anything at all.
"Oh, fuck, Wolf! I'm so close, I'm gonna – I have to -" Yuuri stammered, his rhythmic thrusts suddenly sloppy. He pushed himself onto his knees, hands sweeping up and down the sensual arch of Wolfram's spine, watching through a too bright haze as the muscles under the glowing pale skin shifted and gyrated with the meeting of their pelvises.
"Come, Yuuri. I'm close too, so close. Come with me?" Green eyes gazed at him from where his golden head was tilted back over his left shoulder.
The double black nodded eager, falling forward again to band his right arm around those sexy shoulders, his left arm supporting them alongside Wolfram's straightened out before him.
"Yeah, yes, Wolf. Let's come together." Yuuri gasped and kissed him, open mouthed and with too much tongue but it was enough. He felt it everywhere they touched when Wolfram's entire body tightened and he fell over the edge, light burst behind Yuuri's eyes and his whole world exploded in blissed-out-white.
He touched heaven this night, and it wouldn't be the last time.
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NEXT CHAPTER
The Third Night: We Fall Together
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Chase3136: *shrugs* I'm now pretty sure I'm not going to go down this road for YF even though I like how its working out in this story. I have another idea, something similar heat-wise but differing demon-biology-wise, I've been thinking will be more suitable for YF's tone of plot.
Things are beginning to look up, thanks to the gentle encouragement and reassurances of reviewers, so thank you so much to everyone who has been talking to me.