WARNING!: some sexual content as promised


Wolfram's Tears

The Dark

Wolfram was nervous.

He was determined not to show it, but his heart was beating in his throat, even as he sucked Yuri down to the root, pleased he remembered how to relax his throat.

It was so hard not to touch himself since he had been fully and unashamedly erect even before he had dropped to his knees, he was so close to everything he'd ever wanted, he didn't trust his stamina. Instead he grasped onto Yuri like an anchor.

He felt relieved and embarrassed he hadn't been forced to reveal how he'd leant it in the first place. Just thinking about what was hidden at the bottom of his closet in his bedroom, within an old saddlebag, made his skin glow with the heat of a furnace.

Yuri didn't need to know.

No one needed to know.

He desperately wanted to make Yuri feel good, wanted to prove he was fully capable of pleasuring his fiancé like no one else could.

He feared Yuri would replace him every day of their lives together, and he knew he was fully capable of doing anything to ensure that doesn't happen.

Anything.

If only Yuri thought to challenge him on it, but no. The Wimp needed telling, again.

When Yuri had told him he was scared of going into Maoh-Mode during sex, Wolfram had admittedly felt a thrill at the thought.

Could anyone really blame him, wanting Yuri to be the aggressor for just once?

Wolfram thought Yuri being aggressive was very attractive. Although, it seemed to be a touchy subject with his kind hearted and gentle spirited fiancé.

Wolfram had seen Yuri look aggressive, and without the Maoh, every so often but then the Wimp never did anything about it.

However, Wolfram had hopes to change that before their wedding night.

Yuri's skin tasted hot on his tongue as he ran it along the pleasantly thick shaft, flushed bright red with pulsating blood.

Wolfram liked the feel of the throbbing vein on the underside of Yuri's manhood, thankfully not mistaken for boyhood like Wolfram had only queried once or twice and only when he put more thought into his fantasies than was really necessary to get off, loving how fast he made Yuri's heart beat.

It was empowering.

Yuri's thigh muscles were twitching like crazy while Wolfram was thoroughly enjoying himself.

Wolfram could faintly hear him gasping for breath like a fish out of water, but Wolfram was too focused on his mission to really appreciate them.

He licked the mushroom-shaped head, tasting the sticky bitterness curiously since this part was new to him.

The phallic model Wolfram had secretly acquired, (stolen from his mother's room over thirty years ago, because it was the least intimidating out of many. So many, in fact, she had never missed it, which he didn't EVER allow himself to think on), was perfectly smooth and un-detailed, slickly wooden and un-alive.

And it's not like he had ever been able to get this close to his own genitals, although, self-consciously, he might have tried once.

So, he was very curious to learn more about his fiancé and the differences in their bodies, right now and always, rolling the heavy sacks underneath in his palm, larger than his own, while holding the jumping length at the root, ready to take it all down again.

However, before he could take the delicious dick back into his throat, which he had apparently figured out correctly, much to his relief, Yuri was suddenly sitting up and Wolfram felt his heart sink, expecting the fun to be over already.

Yuri's gentle hands gripped him under his pink silk covered arms and pulled him up the length of his body with startling strength, Wolfram scrabbling to hang on to impressive (in his opinion) toned arms and broad shoulders, to sit half across Yuri's lap.

Which was very nice.

Wolfram stared, wide-eyed at Yuri's panting mouth, all at once so close, holding his breath as a thick tongue swept across peach lips, quick, leaving them shinning.

Those lips smiled at him, impossibly attractive and slightly lopsided.

Wolfram absently wondered what he must look like. Most likely his pale skin was severely flushed, his lips must be wasp-stung red and his eyes were surely too wide and too bright, his obvious adoration for his fiancé and King like a beacon from his very soul, blinding in its dilution.

And Wolfram was terrified.

Please, Yuri, don't be a Wimp now.

His heart leaped into his throat when the room tilted all of a sudden and his back met the soft cotton sheets fit for the Maoh, his gold curls a halo in the darkness. And still, Wolfram couldn't tear his fiery stare away from those tantalizing lips above him.

"My turn." Yuri spoke in a rougher voice than Wolfram was used to hearing.

It was very confusing.

And very sexy.

Wolfram was surprised by Yuri's initiative, and when he leaned down, his eyes all ready shuttered by his deep black lashes to kiss him, Wolfram puckered up, his eyes fluttering closed in eager anticipation of what would certainly be the most glorious kiss...

...on his nose.

Wolfram spluttered.

"Gah, Yuri! You missed, you Wimp! How could you miss? My lips are right here! What are you, blind?"

Infuriatingly, Yuri only chuckled in the same strangely rough voice and this time… hit his mark, kissing Wolfram rightly, wetly, gloriously.

Wolfram was powerless to resist despite his aggravation.

It was everything he had wanted.

Yuri kissing him.

Yuri being with him.

Yuri thinking only of him.

He didn't care if everyone thought him selfish.

This was his and his alone.

Wolfram's legs fell open naturally and Yuri was over him, on him, moving against him, being more than a Wimp for once in their lives.

Finally.

Wolfram was in heaven and fast approaching cloud nine, the hem of his nightwear bunching around his gyrating hips, gasping and shuddering against Yuri's panting mouth.

"Wolf, you're so hot."

Wolfram burned hotter with the compliment. Although, whether from discomfort or pleasure depended on if Yuri was speaking of body temperature or body... something else. So he wasn't quite sure why.

And he didn't care.

He was lost in his best fantasy come true, surrounded by Yuri's love, Yuri's happiness, by just Yuri.

Wolfram erection was painfully enjoying the catch of his and Yuri's combined underwear which could no longer contain them, and the naked hot slide of smooth skin on skin.

Wolfram arched his back, his eyes fluttering uncontrollably as he gasped and bit back helpless mewls, which he was very aware and ashamed of, rubbing his tightly flexing belly against the tanned equivalent pressing down on him over and over, and while Yuri continued to suck air between their skating lips, his pretty eyes screwed tightly shut.

Wolfram could feel the end coming as he gasped and tangled himself even tighter around Yuri, his fingers clutching his beautiful black hair.

Wolfram determinedly stared into Yuri's eyes for the first time, shoving at a tanned shoulder to get his way while rocked by their combined thrusts.

Those black eyes were finally his to see and he felt his stomach lurch for more reasons than the obvious, when there was no recognition staring back.

Wolfram's eyes slammed shut as his orgasm hit him out of the blue.

At the same time, Yuri shuddered above him and their damp skin became wet between them.

Gloriously so.

Wolfram waited to catch his breath as Yuri slouched to the side, on to his back, to do the same.

Wolfram felt his doubts begin to invade his waning afterglow with a vengeance as he lay there for stretched minutes until he slowly turned to lean over his lover.

"Yuri?"

But he was out cold.

Wolfram stared at the relaxed, peaceful face of the handsome double black who shared his bed and had unexpectedly stolen his heart… and was frightened for the first time.

Had Yuri been right?

Had Yuri gone Maoh-Mode during...?

But... he hadn't looked like he was in Maoh-Mode...

Was it possible he still had?

Wolfram was pouting, he knew, just like he knew his eyes gave away his pathetic thoughts and weak feelings.

They gave away that he wanted to cry.

But he didn't.

He was a soldier and heir to the Von Bielefeld Lands, he would force himself to become stronger than his emotions.

So, instead, he got out of bed, retrieved a washcloth and basin from the adjoined bathroom, and set about cleaning up the evidence of their coupling.

He was tired, but his thoughts were racing so fast he just knew he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

He spent his time wiping the cloth down Yuri's body, wondering if he will ever have the opportunity again, only hesitating for a second when reaching Yuri's slumbering manhood.

It was so cute.

He cleaned himself up quickly and climbed into bed, arranging the covers around them both, and curling up alongside Yuri with tired determination.

Right now, he didn't care if the Wimp woke up and freaked out in the morning.

Right now, he just wanted to be as close to his heart as possible, Yuri's body heat chasing away his doubts like light through mist.

He'd been wrong.

Wolfram gave into exhaustion as soon as his eyes fluttered close.


Next Chapter: morning after... Yuri confesses… Wolfram has doubts... and what has Sara got to do with any of it?

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Shorter Chapter, I know, but I didn't want to prolong the pre-show too much.