Ofuro Toki
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akainagiOfuro Toki
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Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou, Yuuri/Wolfram
Rating: PG for Yuuri molestation
Word/Prompt: Wait/Touch
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Yuuri never expected this to feel quite so erotic.
It had started out brisk and business like. So much so that he wondered what had made him so leery of the whole affair. But as the touches grew softer, more lingering, he began to remember exactly what had made him so leery of the whole affair.
The fingers traced intricate patterns up the ridge of Yuuri’s spine, then traveled down his sides, making the boy shudder just a little. And when the roving hands reached his waist, Yuuri was left holding his breath, waiting. For a moment he was sure that those arms were going to wrap around the front of him. He didn’t know if he was relieved or disappointed when the hands simply beat a slow trail upwards, pausing at the back of his neck.
And was the back of your neck supposed to feel that good? The soft, massaging motion that Wolfram was applying to it felt strangely soothing and stimulating at the same time. A warm shock radiated down and centered in the part of his body that was blessedly underwater. Yuuri let out an involuntary noise that was the marriage of a squeal and a frog’s croak.
The tormenting hands stopped abruptly. “What?” the blonde asked a little sourly. Was it just Yuuri, or did Wolfram sound a little breathless himself beneath his customary ‘I’m-irritated-at-you-again-Yuuri’ voice?
“I thought you were going to wash my back, not molest it.” Under the circumstances, Yuuri thought his own voice came out rather calm and collected.
“Hmph. I can’t help it if your back is as adulterous as the rest of you. Sitting there all naked and wanton. As usual you put out an invitation. Uwakimono.”
Yuuri laughed in spite of himself. “Uwakimono? How can I cheat on my fiancée with my fiancée? Trust me, my back doesn’t give invitations to anyone but you.”
Yuuri had meant it more as a criticism of Wolfram’s paranoid nature than a vow of exclusivity. But the blonde looked so pleased, that he let it go. Besides, if he stayed in his fiancée’s good graces, maybe he could get his back washed again tomorrow.
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akainagiFandom: Kyou Kara Maou, Yuuri/Wolfram
Rating: PG for Yuuri molestation
Word/Prompt: Wait/Touch
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wordclaim50Yuuri never expected this to feel quite so erotic.
It had started out brisk and business like. So much so that he wondered what had made him so leery of the whole affair. But as the touches grew softer, more lingering, he began to remember exactly what had made him so leery of the whole affair.
The fingers traced intricate patterns up the ridge of Yuuri’s spine, then traveled down his sides, making the boy shudder just a little. And when the roving hands reached his waist, Yuuri was left holding his breath, waiting. For a moment he was sure that those arms were going to wrap around the front of him. He didn’t know if he was relieved or disappointed when the hands simply beat a slow trail upwards, pausing at the back of his neck.
And was the back of your neck supposed to feel that good? The soft, massaging motion that Wolfram was applying to it felt strangely soothing and stimulating at the same time. A warm shock radiated down and centered in the part of his body that was blessedly underwater. Yuuri let out an involuntary noise that was the marriage of a squeal and a frog’s croak.
The tormenting hands stopped abruptly. “What?” the blonde asked a little sourly. Was it just Yuuri, or did Wolfram sound a little breathless himself beneath his customary ‘I’m-irritated-at-you-again-Yuuri’ voice?
“I thought you were going to wash my back, not molest it.” Under the circumstances, Yuuri thought his own voice came out rather calm and collected.
“Hmph. I can’t help it if your back is as adulterous as the rest of you. Sitting there all naked and wanton. As usual you put out an invitation. Uwakimono.”
Yuuri laughed in spite of himself. “Uwakimono? How can I cheat on my fiancée with my fiancée? Trust me, my back doesn’t give invitations to anyone but you.”
Yuuri had meant it more as a criticism of Wolfram’s paranoid nature than a vow of exclusivity. But the blonde looked so pleased, that he let it go. Besides, if he stayed in his fiancée’s good graces, maybe he could get his back washed again tomorrow.
