~~~Today's chapter is dedicated to the very very lovely eclst who kindly pointed out my fail so that I could fix it quickly! ~~~
Word of the day: Nympholepsy - A frenzy of emotion, as for something unattainable
They rolled on the grass together, tongues twining, teeth clashing, and breaths mingling. They teased each other with their lips as if to show a hectic nympholepsy to each other. They both panted and gasped for air that never seemed to reach their lungs, their lips smacking together in rhythm with their gasps.
"Y-Yuuri…love you Yuuri…" Wolfram mumbled around his husband's lips, pressing another bruising kiss to them.
"Wolf…" Yuuri gasped.
Originally, they had planned to spend some time alone together in the gardens to make up for the argument that they had the previous day. Things didn't go quite as planned…it had seemed like almost simultaneously; they had launched themselves at the other.
Their hair was mussed and their clothes out of order, but that didn't seem to matter to them. They just continued the intricate dance that their mouths were forming. Pushing, grabbing, tugging, pulling. It seemed that their movements ceased to make sense as their breath started to run thin, their brains too soaked in passion to realize that they could pull in air from their noses.
Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity of kissing and yet only a few brief seconds, the pair broke apart, pecking each other's lips slowly and softly as they both silently drew back.
When it was all over, Wolfram laid his head on Yuuri's chest, stroking up and down and humming in contentment.
"Yuuri…?"
"Yes?"
"Let's argue more often."