Oneshot for the Holidays
By Loveless1617
Author's Note: I know there was Easter this month, but I couldn't really think of anything to write for that. Plus, I remembered that I should include Wolfram's birthday in this series, (he seems like a spring baby) so I put it as April's chapter.
….Actually, it's my pet bunny's birthday today too… :P
Happy Birthday wishes to Wolfram!~
(And my bunny, Fluffy!)
Chapter 5: Wolfram's Birthday
'The Perfect Gift'
[Yuuri's train of thought…]
Today is Wolfram's birthday. Although I've tried to think of something to give him, I still haven't thought of a proper gift for his birthday. Maybe something expensive? It's not like I have a lot of money, but I'm sure he wouldn't want me to make something. But then again, he never really said what he wanted.
It's hard trying to buy something to show someone just how much they mean to you. And even harder when you're trying to prove that you know exactly what that person wants.
Because I'd really like for him to like it...
(Plus, I'm competing with a lot of other people's gift too.)
I want to give him something special, maybe even something to remember me by. Something that he loves and something that I know he'd love. I tried to think of things he'd want and at the same time, something useful and memorable of moments we shared, yet nothing came to mind (Aside from sex). So, for the first time I realized: I don't really know that much about him…
He didn't want it to be a big thing.
Instead of inviting hundreds of nobles from other nations around, Wolfram decided it would be best to keep it simple, with just the two of them—and Yuuri agreed to the idea.
Wolfram left it to him to plan out a trip to the countryside for his birthday.
Yuuri arranged a carriage that early morning to take them outside of Shin Makoku, to the outskirts of the valley near the ocean. The beach would really lighten the mood and they could spend the whole rest of the day together, lazing around on the shore as they sipped on lemonade or sweet tea, and ate whatever the maids had sent them with in a large picnic basket.
The weather turned warm, with just a little bit of a breeze as Yuuri stepped out of the carriage, followed by Wolfram. They arrived a little later than planned, around early afternoon, but it wasn't so bad.
Behind him, Wolfram was blindfolded, since Yuuri wanted to stun him with his surprise vacation.
"Where are we going, Yuuri?" Wolfram whined, as Yuuri closed the carriage door shut behind him.
"Hold on," Yuuri answered, as he turned around again to enjoy the scenery in front of him.
It was just as he expected:
Clear blue skies, a vast, clear-blue ocean with its warm, beaming sun. It was a resort beyond imagination. The sandy shores were washed up by the morning tides. And on top of a small cliff, where a staircase was edged out of smooth rocks, was a beautiful wooden cabin.
Yuuri, as he gently slid his hands around Wolfram's shoulders, walked him forward step by step until they reached the front of the stairs.
"Wolfram, we're going up the stairs, now." He murmured, as he guided him there. And as much as he trusted him, Wolfram only silently followed.
As they safely reached the top, Yuuri walked him forward in through the entrance of the small house. It was beautifully decorated inside, as well as out. There were wild plants that grew in the front lawn and around the cabin like vines. Buds were starting to bloom early, even though it hadn't rained in days. Inside, there were nicely decorated furniture, and a small kitchen off to the side. On the other side of the room was a large bed, completed with layers of bed covers and furnished wood.
And as soon as Yuuri called out, "1, 2, 3—"Yuuri undid the blindfold, revealing the scene before them.
Wolfram was shocked.
He hadn't expected Yuuri to plan something that seemed so romantic. It was, after all, the first time they would spend the night away from both of their families. Away from the castle and far away from the duties they had to withhold as their jobs.
So, for now, it seemed that the two were in complete isolation from the rest of the world.
Yuuri gently kissed Wolfram on the lips.
As he did so, Wolfram couldn't help but unconsciously pull him closer.
"Nnn…" Wolfram took a step forward, rubbing their chest against each other and touching stomachs. He slid his leg in between Yuuri's and wrapped his arms around him, but Yuuri pulled away.
"Come on, I want to go swim!" Yuuri said with such excitement, as he pushed him away.
Wolfram was taken aback.
Yuuri pulled away from my kiss.
He licked his lips.
Was it because he tasted something funny?
…No, that's not it…
Wolfram watched Yuuri take out the luggage he prepared for them from the cabinet. He took out one set of swim trunks and another set of a girl's two-piece. Wolfram only stared at the swimsuit when Yuuri handed it to him.
"What's this?" Wolfram asked, taking it from him.
"It's your swimsuit." Yuuri said. Wolfram turned red.
"Are you kidding me with this?! This is a girl's." he emphasized, as he held up the top piece.
Yuuri only grinned.
"So? It's not like anyone's here. This is a private ocean, so it's not like anyone will see you." Yuuri pleaded with an innocent voice: "So please?"
"B-But—"
"It's fine, so at least let me see you in it," Yuuri pushed him into the bathroom to change.
"W-Wait, I—"And Yuuri quickly shut the door. Turning around, he also changed into his swimsuit.
"Geez, why do I have to wear this?" Wolfram muttered. He held the two-piece up in front of him. It was a shade of light pink, with a lot of fringe and lace. It ruffled down over his chest and the bottom piece covered the lower half of his body like a mini-skirt.
Wolfram blushed. He looked at himself through the large mirror on top of the bathroom sink. He couldn't believe how much he looked like a girl.
Does he really want me to dress up like a girl so bad?
He frowned.
Even on my birthday, he forces me to follow his own pace…
But he wasn't really against it.
He just sighed, and opened the door.
He walked out, and Yuuri turned as he heard him stepping back into the main room.
Yuuri only gawked at him, eyes wide opened and his mouth dropping without precaution.
Wolfram blushed.
"W-What?" He asked.
"…." Yuuri blushed too, slightly shifting his gaze to turn away. "…You just look really pretty…"
"W-What are you--?!"
Yuuri hugged him.
"Geez, why are you always so cute~"
Wolfram shut his eyes, trying to escape his grasp. "Yuuri, let's go, now~" He said, as he turned his face away again in embarrassment.
But surprisingly again, Yuuri did let go of him.
"Alright, then. Let's go!" Yuuri looked away, taking two towels and walking out the door. "Hurry up and come out!" He called.
Wolfram only nodded.
"…What is this? Do I want him to touch me?!" He shrieked, when he saw that Yuuri was far enough away from listening-range,
Wolfram blushed, while covering his face.
"How can I be acting like this? It's like I'm—"
Waiting to be touched…
He furiously shook his head.
He walked out the door, following Yuuri's trail down the shore.
He didn't want to think that he wanted to be the object of Yuuri's pervertedness, but he had to admit it was weird that Yuuri wasn't as clingy as he usually was. It made Wolfram feel anxious, especially on a special occasion he would assume, would be another one of "those days".
[Translation: "those days"- days where they spend the whole day doing h things]
The sun was soaring high in the air. The heat wasn't too unbearable, but it was still just as hot.
Wolfram took the steps down to the beach, starting to quicken his pace to catch up to Yuuri, who had already dived into the water.
He was laughing as he ran in, drenching himself completely.
Wolfram couldn't help but smile, then laugh along with him.
They were just free to do whatever they wanted—why wouldn't they be happy?
And after they tossed around in the water, with the occasional childish water fights and splashes, racing from one point to another, and seeing who could hold their breathe under water the longest, they returned back to shore, lying in the sand to dry off.
Time flew past pretty quickly, since it already started to get dark.
Meanwhile, Wolfram was debating whether or not he should confront Yuuri on his unusual behavior— however, it would raise questions on why it was any of his concern since he never wanted him to doing those things from the start. And Wolfram really didn't want to deal with it now.
Wolfram sighed.
"Eh?" Yuuri opened his eyes from relaxing. "You're sighing?"
"Huh?"
"Are you bored?" Yuuri asked.
"N-No. I was just thinking about something…" Wolfram answered. He kept staring up at the sky, which now was streaked in purple/pink colors.
"Hmm?" Yuuri flopped onto his stomach, leaning against his side to look him in the eyes. His fingers gently caressed his face, brushing off the wet sand from his face. "What were you thinking about?"
U-Umm…
Wolfram put a hand to his stomach. Luckily, he was quickly able to think up a lie. "Food." He answered, and it wasn't totally untrue. They drove for a long time in the carriage without food. Even this morning, Wolfram had been so drowsy from lack of sleep (because he was so anxious about his birthday plans) that he hadn't really eaten much except for a few bites of a salad and a cup of iced tea.
Yuuri grinned. "I prepared something else for that," he chided to his amusement. He stood up, grabbing Wolfram's hand and running their way back to the cabin up the hill.
"Wait here," Yuuri said, leaving him outside in the terrace. "I'm going to shower really quick and get dinner ready." He dashed inside and headed for the bathroom where he took a quick shower.
Wolfram sat down on a rocking bench beside the door, gently swinging back and forth. His fingers ran through his wet hair, which was beginning to dry off with the bit of heat he had left, since the sun was already starting to set.
He looked down at his body while he was trying to dry himself down—the top piece was slightly loosened, which could've easily exposed his nipples in the water. And since it was soaked, the wet suit clung to his bare skin, revealing the little nubs underneath it. Even the bottom piece, he now realized, completely exposed the shape of his privates as it soaked in water.
Wolfram blushed.
And I was swimming around like this?
It was a wonder Yuuri hadn't noticed.
…
Or maybe he had?
Is he trying to tease me? He scowled.
But at least he didn't touch him…
Only then, did he realize that Yuuri didn't even do anything to him while they were swimming. While Wolfram was dressed in this girly, feminine swimsuit that he would've loved, Yuuri still hadn't touched him a single bit.
"…I guess I'll just take it as a sign that he's changing from a beast*** to a normal person."
[***: Beast in bed :P]
Wolfram put a hand to his stomach again—after swimming for so long and the mere mention of food earlier, his stomach started to growl.
"Nnnn… I'm so hungry~" He whined, rocking back on the bench, until Yuuri came back out.
"Alright, take a long bath or something, okay? It's going to take awhile before I get the food ready." Yuuri pushed him inside the bathroom with a towel and a robe. Wolfram took them both in hand before he was shut inside the steaming bathroom.
He loosened the strings to his bathing suit, pulling them both carefully off of his skin before entering the bath that Yuuri had prepared for him when he finished.
Inside the tub were flower petals, floating back and forth in the water.
Wolfram went inside, relaxing while he could and quickly washing up so that he could hurry up and eat.
Although Yuuri said that he didn't want him to come out too soon, he decided that he could at least help him get ready—birthday surprise or not, he was starving.
He put on the robe after toweling himself off, them reached for the door knob. It opened, and he stepped out, turning the corner into the main room where the kitchen also was.
The lights were off and the room was dark except for a few candle-lights from the table to the right. As he walked forward, he could visibly see a large cake, centered on a table full of food, wine, and neatly-placed eating utensils.
From Yuuri's prospective, he could see Wolfram smile as he entered the room in his bathrobe, his mouth wide-opened as he laughed a bit.
Happy Birthday to you~
Happy Birthday to you~
Happy Birthday, dear Wolfram~
Happy Birthday to you~
Wolfram came around the table to him.
Yuuri held the cake up to him, motioning him to blow the candles.
"Yuuri, what are you—"
"Blow the candles~"
Wolfram looked down. The cake held three lit candles. The cake was rimmed with chocolate frosting, covered in light chocolate mousse, and sprinkled with berries and crushed nuts.
He blew into the cake, as the candle light went out in a single blow.
And as soon as he did so, the lights from the two large candlesticks on the table were lit.
Yuuri set the cake down in the center of the table, and then sat Wolfram down in his seat before he sat in his own.
He quickly kissed him on the cheek—
"Happy birthday, Wolfram…" He murmured sweetly into his ear.
He walked back around to his seat, watching as Wolfram blushed, and looked down.
As soon as they were seated, they started eating.
They both took their first bites from the broiled lamb, next into the mashed potatoes and mixed salad. They drank wine, made from the orchid grapes and plant juice. There were loafs of buttered bread, apple tarts, crab cakes, and biscuits with avocado, cream cheese, and some type of roast—or at least it looked like it.
And it tasted even better.
Indeed, this type of food could only be made from Shin Makoku's finest chefs in their kitchen.
They mostly talked while eating, until they were done.
Yuuri cleared the plates into the sink pretty quickly, then turned off the candle-lights. They relit the room with normal light from the main room. Wolfram sat down in front of the fireplace while Yuuri cut a piece of cake for them.
When he brought it to him, Wolfram could see that it was a half vanilla, half chocolate cake with strawberries and cream in the center to separate the two. The sweetness of it all lingered in his mouth, until he washed it away with a couple more sips of wine.
That was, until, a crash of lightning hit the sky.
With a worried glance, they both looked out the window.
Contrast to the bright morning that they came here in, they were greeted by a bad storm. The wind howled and rain poured from the dark clouds that shrouded the sky. Bolts of lightning flashed here and there, followed by a loud roar of thunder.
"How are we supposed to make it back?" Wolfram asked. Even though it was Wolfram's birthday, they were given direct orders from his brothers, Gwendal and Conrad, to return back before the night because of important guests that would arrive early the day after. Unfortunately, they hadn't even thought of the possibility of a storm, so they brought no other necessities except for one meal's worth of food and a change of clothes. If the night grew worse, they were headed for a long, cold night. "What should we do?"
Yuuri contemplated—
But it didn't seem to be much of a problem.
They had enough leftovers to last (not that they would really get hungry during the night after such a large meal) and at least there was a bed. Although it might be freezing due to the thin walls, there were blankets.
Worst comes to worst, they could huddle together for warmth until they fell asleep.
(Though, that didn't seem like a bad idea at all.)
Yuuri told him his plans.
"We're just going to have to stay here for the night." Yuuri said. Wolfram nodded, not that there was any other choice.
"I'll go check for blankets—" Wolfram said, walking to the closet.
"I'll go wrap the food," they both headed their own ways.
Wolfram came back with blankets.
"Should I just leave them here—"
The lights shut off.
Alarmed, he couldn't help but scream his name.
"I'm okay, I'm okay. Where are you, though--?" In the dark, Wolfram could almost feel his presence moving around to find him.
Wolfram snapped his fingers, engulfing his hands in a harmless ball of fire. With that, they were able to at least see a little bit. If he tried to brighten the room anymore, he might accidentally burn something down. Because of that, he kept the fire at minimum.
"The power just went off." Yuuri looked around. He was surprised—he didn't even know that the house was powered by an electricity source.
He put on a light jacket—the only one he brought.
"Where are you going--?" Wolfram asked when he suddenly headed for the door.
"I'm going to see if it was because the lightning struck something—otherwise I might be able to fix it." Yuuri lifted the hood to cover his head.
"Yuuri, don't go out there. It's too cold—you're going to freeze, even with that jacket!"
Yuuri smiled.
It was probably one of the first times that he saw Wolfram being overly and openly worried over him. He probably should've cherished the moment a bit more, but then they'd freeze if he didn't do something about it. Or at least check out the situation on the roof.
"I'll be right back," Yuuri opened the door as a huge gust of wind came through. He hid his face under the hood of his jacket, and then walked out the door. "So just stay here, alright?!" He had to yell over the wind to get him to hear him. The door, unintentionally, slammed shut. Wolfram watched from the clear glass window as Yuuri pulled out a ladder from the side of a shed he hadn't noticed before, and attempted to keep it standing still.
Wolfram looked around, looking for something he could use to wrap himself from the wet rain. Without much other idea, he wrapped himself in a blanket and trudged outside through the wind and muddy field.
"Wolfram! What are you doing here?!" Yuuri grasped onto his jacket to keep the wind and water out of his face. "I thought I told you to stay put!" He yelled through the loud howls.
"I'll help you, so climb up!" Wolfram screamed. He clung to the blanket that cloaked over his body. He hadn't noticed how cold the weather had gotten, but he was already shivering.
And of course, Yuuri knew.
"Wolfram, just go back inside!"
"What?!" He hadn't heard what he said.
"Go! Back! Inside!" He slowly repeated, but Wolfram didn't budge.
"Just go up! It'll be faster if we both do it!" Wolfram screamed.
The rain pierced through his skin, cutting his frail cheeks, but he didn't notice.
He clung to the ladder also, as Yuuri slowly climbed up.
After a moment or so, he disappeared onto the roof top. Without a word, Wolfram just waited, trembling against the rapid wind/rain currents.
He sneezed.
He sniffled as he fought against the strong force that seemed to fight him back.
"Ugh, I'm probably going to get a cold again because of this…" Wolfram muttered, but he could barely hear himself.
Finally, Yuuri climbed back down from the top, and then hopped down when he was low enough.
He scurried Wolfram back into the cabin. He opened the door, pushing him in and running back inside as well.
"Phew~" Yuuri sighed in relief. He took off his wet jacket, tossing it to the chair next to the wall. Wolfram took down his blanket also, and tossed it there as well. Yuuri walked towards him and hugged him.
"Geez, I told you not to go outside," Yuuri said in a gentle tone.
"Yuuri," Wolfram buried himself in the nape of neck. "You're so warm…" He wrapped his arms around him.
They stood there for awhile, just relaxing in each other's arms and using their body heat to warm themselves up.
But before Wolfram could wrap his arms around him, Yuuri instantly pulled away. And Wolfram felt the sudden jolt that seemed to remind Yuuri to walk away.
Why…? For sure, just now, he twitched when I tried to touch him--!
Is it my fault? Did I do something wrong?
"I-I couldn't find anything wrong with the roof, so I just came back down. The problem's probably up there, though. So I'll look at it when the weather gets better." Yuuri walked into the kitchen.
Feeling dejected, Wolfram walked to the bed on the opposite side of the room. With a sudden idea, he removed his clothes in the room, stripping off each piece of clothing as if to try and seduce him into touching him.
He wanted to confirm that he wasn't just overthinking things.
When he turned around, Yuuri wasn't looking in his direction at all. Instead, he was fixing himself something to drink.
To draw his attention, he called out his name.
"Yuuri—" He walked over to him, with his shirt soaking through his skin and fully unbuttoned to reveal the body Yuuri seemed to adore so much. His pants were unfastened, hanging low over the lower half of his body. And it also clung to his skin because of how wet it was.
Yuuri turned around, about to say something when his eyes fell on the prey in front of him.
He blinked several times before believing that Wolfram would put himself in such a vulnerable situation, where Yuuri could attack at any time.
But, perhaps to not too much surprise again, Yuuri only looked away.
"Yeah?" he answered, as he sipped on the drink he prepared for himself.
Wolfram pouted.
"Why…" He stood still, without finishing his sentence.
"Hmm?" Yuuri set down the cup. He walked up to him. "Do you want me to help you dress?" He asked.
Wolfram slowly nodded.
Yuuri pulled him along to the closet, where he dried the clothes they came in. They both wore casual clothes that morning, so it wouldn't be too uncomfortable sleeping in them. Or at least, until the sky cleared up.
Which, at the moment, didn't seem to be anytime soon.
"Wolfram, lift your hands." And he did so.
Sometimes, in times like these, Yuuri and wolfram seemed to be a bit more like the childish couple they would have been—would have been without the constant need for polite courtesy and behavior in the castle.
It was definitely better with the two of them together alone.
However, things seemed different for Wolfram.
And he knew exactly what it was:
Yuuri was avoiding him.
Or more specifically, trying to avoid touching him.
As he spaced out, Yuuri finished changing him into a new change of clothes. Yuuri did the same. He quickly removed his clothes, trying not to catch too much of Wolfram's attention, and dressed.
In dry clothes, they finally felt refreshed.
Their hair dried quickly, especially since there was a fire going inside the fireplace.
Until, at last, the fire went out.
"Aw man," Yuuri groaned. He walked over to it.
The wood was all burned out.
"The wood's outside too…" He mumbled. He didn't want to go back out when he was done dressing up again.
"Yuuri…" wolfram moaned. Sweat was dripping from his forehead. His eyes grew teary and his nose was runny—all clear signs of a cold that was building up. He sniffled.
Yuuri walked/ran to him. "Are you okay?" He asked, hugging him close in his arms. Wolfram tried nodding, but was unable to. He felt so sleepy, he was barely able to walk, let alone cast another fire spell to heat the room again.
Yuuri knew that the heat in the room wouldn't last—and soon, it would turn cold in such weather like this. And in the dark, he couldn't find something to keep him warm or cook something without fire or light.
They were stuck on a deserted beach without proper luggage for a stay like this one.
Yuuri wrapped his arms around. Hesitant at first, but he didn't bother trying to resist temptation.
"I'm sorry," Yuuri unbuttoned his shirt.
"Yuuri?" Wolfram mumbled.
"I'm sorry," he repeated. "I didn't want to make you spend the whole day in bed with me on your birthday…"
"W-Why?" He wasn't surprised he asked—he honestly wanted to know.
"…because you said—"
[Recap: Chapter 4]
"Does it bother you that much when we do it?" Yuuri asked.
Wolfram opened his eyes.
"I-It's not that..." Wolfram stuttered. Yuuri loomed over him.
"Then is it?" Yuuri asked.
"I-t's... I-It's embarrassing! Wolfram shouted.
"...really?" Yuuri asked.
"It's cause you don't know! I feel weird having this done to me! And you do it all the time, so I was really happy when you said that you wanted to go out on a date." Wolfram blushed.
[End Recap]
"I—"
I didn't mean that--…
He wanted to apologize—he didn't mean that at all. Or at least, not really.
I mean, I don't like him doing it the way he does, but I don't hate it…
He realized he was being unfair to Yuuri—Wolfram was misleading him into thinking that there was a possibility that he didn't like the way Yuuri was doing it. Or how many times he did it. Or where, or when, or why he felt like doing it then and there. But in reality, he didn't hate it at all.
He believed, that Yuuri, of all people, should know that he enjoyed it too.
Wolfram blushed at his own thoughts.
He didn't like admitting it, but it was true.
And he'd tell it to him if he had to (through the embarrassment).
"Yuuri, I—"
But Yuuri was already kissing his lips. "Sorry, I'm going to do it this time because it'll at least keep you warm, okay?" Yuuri gently whispered. He kissed him again and again.
Several times, he marked his body with a thousand kisses, planting each one in places that would instantly either grow hot or hard (or both). He blew into the nape of his neck, tickling him into a relaxing sensation and allowing Wolfram to breathe more comfortably. [A technique Yuuri learned throughout the frequent number of times he did it to him before.]
As they grew hotter and hotter, Wolfram's body set ablaze. It grew hotter than before, into an uncontrollable heat that only occurred when he was slipping away from consciousness.
"Shh… Wolfram, calm down…" Yuuri whispered, when he tried to cool his body down with his own body temperature. Because at least compared to him, Yuuri was much colder than he was.
Their need for each other's body warmth initiated into their need for relief.
They both couldn't help become more passionate throughout sex, until they both lost control.
"No, please! No more, Yuuri! No!" He screamed, but it was all lies.
He wanted him deeper.
Wolfram could feel it enter him quickly, the heat rising, as he sucked him inside.
He was wildly panting.
"Don't lie to me, Wolfram." Yuuri moaned. He shoved it in harder. He could feel Wolfram's body jolt forward. Wolfram cried out, in pain or ecstasy he didn't know, but he heard him scream.
Yuuri smiled.
"It's digging in too deep!" Wolfram screamed, moving to Yuuri's rhythm as he propelled him forward. They were both more aroused than usual. Wolfram's cock was about to burst, pre-cum dripping down his thighs.
Yuuri pinched his nipples, hardening as soon as Yuuri placed his fingers on them.
"Ah~! Yuuri, please! Not too fast!" The excitement was building up. "Go slower! Please, go slower!" Wolfram screamed, losing all control. He hid his face in between his hands.
Yuuri refused to let him go, however. He repeatedly pushed inside him, breaking him in every way until they both climaxed.
And Wolfram gave the most adorable expression as he moaned, grasping onto Yuuri's body.
"Please, it's too much! It's all too much! I can't take it! I can't, Yuuri! You're too big!" Wolfram screamed, but he never tried to pull away. So, Yuuri kept going, shoving it inside him several times until Wolfram came all over himself.
When Yuuri tried to slowly pull out of him, Wolfram stopped him.
"I'm—I'm sorry. I lied~" He pushed, pushing Yuuri back inside him, crying as he did so. "But—but I want it, so--!"
He whimpered, unable to finish his sentence.
Yuuri smiled.
"I'll do whatever you want me to do—"Yuuri pushed even further.
"AH~!"
"You can cry out even louder," Yuuri whispered, touching his front as he thrust inside of him again. "No one will hear you, but me—nnnn!"
The heat, this time, was unbearable.
Wolfram tightened more and more as he started to climax again.
With each panting breathe, each thrust, and every moan on the bed, they slowly came to a stop.
As they both collapsed onto the bed, catching the breathes they lost control of, they quickly regained their consciousness and snuggled in each other's arms.
"I promise—" Wolfram turned away, slightly blushing at his next few words. "I'll try not to act like I don't want it." Wolfram snuggled in his arms, mumbling something else to him. Yuuri could only make out a few of the words, but he was stunned.
He could only hope that what he heard was true.
"…because I love it too…"
And as sleep came over them, the sky began to clear up. First with the wind and rain, then with the dark, gloomy clouds overhead. The sun shined bright again, and from Blood Pledge Castle, the carriage was headed their way to take them back home.
[Yuuri's POV…]
Indeed, there's still a lot I don't know about him—but I do know that every time I whisper goodnight, he gets chills down his back and blushes as he quickly turns away—That when I rub him in all the right places and feel him to his heart's content, my every touch moves him. (And I know all the measurement of his body). But even more so, that he loves me.
And for now, I think that's enough...
Happy Birthday, Wolfram~
End Chapter*
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