Happy May 2nd guys! Here's another drabble~
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Feet.
A weird phobia, Yuuri knew.
But still…
Feet.
Yuuri was terrified of feet. Any form of them. He didn't like seeing them, he didn't like touching them, and he very much did not appreciate them being shoved in his face.
After being married for Shinou knows how long, Yuuri had thought that Wolfram would have been aware of the number one thing that Yuuri was not okay with. Apparently not.
"Oh c'mon, Yuuri! I didn't mean it!" Wolfram whined, hiding his snickering behind false concern.
"You know I don't like feet! You know!" Yuuri complained, refusing to come out of the cocoon of blankets and bedding that he had formed around himself. He was sulking, he knew, but what Wolfram had done was mean.
Wolfram sighed and slumped against the blanketed form on the bed, casually laying his body on top of the cushioned mound. On top of it all, he started humming like Yuuri wasn't even there to begin with!
"W-Wolfram!" Yuuri gasped. "Can't. Breathe!" Okay, so maybe he could, but Wolfram could handle a little revenge. "You're hurting me!"
Wolfram immediately jumped away from Yuuri, clawing away the blankets in an attempt to reach his husband, an apology quickly forming on the tip of his tongue. As soon as the last sheet had been ripped away, however, Yuuri was shoving his hands in Wolfram's face, rubbing his hair, touching his cheeks. Hands, everywhere.
Wolfram shrieked a very…erhm manly shriek and frantically pushed himself away, falling over the edge of the bed when Yuuri's hands refused to relent. The sound of Wolfram trying to catch his breath and Yuuri's evil chuckling filled the air. Yuuri had used his only weapon to extract revenge on his blond husband. And oh how it had been sweet.
Yuuri regretted it, however, after half an hour of begging Wolfram to come out of the blanket shell he had formed around himself.
"You know I don't like hands in my face, Yuuri. You know!" The blond's muffled voice pouted.