Challenge Fic
Title: Porcelain
Challenge: Here
For: Soulmate, (swgmigraines)
Fandom: KKM (this all people challenge me with any more)
Pairing: Yozak/Wolfram
Rating: NC-17
Yozak watches the state banquet from the roof-tops. Ostensibly, he's there as added security - by Conrad's request no less. He doesn't want his little brother stolen away again. Yozak thought it was better not to mention why he would have no problems staring at Wolfram all night.
It disturbs him to watch the blond in such formal surroundings. Wolfram looks like a doll, all dressed up and paraded around. The international equivalent of nursery group - "look what I have! I don't take care of it or love it or let it grow but still it's pretty and it's MINE!".
Dangerous to think like that. Thoughts like lead to treason.
He watches and watches until at last (PRAISE SHINOU) it's over. He slips quickly through the corridors to their room and lies in wait. Wolfram's taken off his gloves and unbuttoned. He is tired and grumpy and not expecting Yozak to knock him onto the bed and pin him there.
He yells and snarls and fights to get up, but Yozak's used to this. Wolfram likes it rough and fast and aggressive the first time and tonight...tonight, Yozak is more than happy to oblige.
He tears away the shirt and uses the strips to tie Wolfram's wrists to the headboard (and bless Cheri-sama for giving him the wrought-iron head-board). Wolfram spits and snarls and Yozak's not really interested in listening to him any more. He can think of lots of things he'd rather that mouth were doing.
He crushes Wolfram to the bed underneath him and kisses him, forcing his tongue into the blond's mouth, then pulling at his lower lip with sharp teeth. Wolfram fights but Yozak's fingers are already unbuttoning his trousers and pulling off the boots.
"Shame the boots can't stay." He purrs deeply against Wolfram's ear, tonguing the rapid pulse at his throat. "You sway your hips better than a barmaid when you wear them. I think, later, I'll put them back on and walk you around, just wearing them. My little wanton."
Wolfram swears at him, but his cheeks are flushed and his erection rises proudly from the triangle of golden curls. He's panting now and naked, legs pressed together defiantly. Yozak smiles and catches a nipple between finger and thumb, flicking the small nub as he talks in low, seductive purr.
"I'd like to show you like that. Dressed in your boots and needy and alllll mine. I'd like to walk you through all those stuffed-shirt-shitheads and watch them drool. Or maybe I'd put you in a skirt, something short and lacy that rubs and chafes the more you move."
He squeezes the nipple and Wolfram groans, hips thrusting involuntarily. His smile sharpens. "Lots of things I'd like you to do and lots more I'd like to do to you but not tonight. Spend all day watching you flit around. Watching other people touch you." His voice is a growl as he swoops down to bite the abused nipple.
Wolfram shrieks and twists underneath him. "Shinouplease! Yozaaaaaaaaaaaak!"
He half-rolls, humping the sheets in a desperate need for friction. Yozak sits up and pins his hip to the bed with one big hand. "No. No touching. I'm going to fuck you through the mattress, then you can come."
Wolfram begs for touch, eyes rolling back as he tries to move, to press against Yozak. The half-breed smirks and fishes out the oil bottle.
Wolfram looks slender and delicate and breakable but Yozak knows better and his own straining erection demands relief as he drives two fingers into Wolfram. The boy hisses and muscles clench around the slick digits.
"Sooo tight," Yozak hisses into his ear, nipping at sensitive skin to make Wolfram moan like that again. "Just like a little virgin but you're not. You're miiiine. My little slut. My little wanton."
Wolfram is beyond speech, head lolling and lips framing an endless string of pleas and moans. Yozak twists his fingers, forcing the muscles to relax and stretch.
Finally, he's satisfied that Wolfram is ready and he slides his fingers out. He takes an ankle in each hand - noting in passing that he can close his hand around the slender joints - and kneels up on the bed.
"Wol~fram...look at me!" He orders and glazed green eyes flutter open obediently. He smiles and pulls Wolfram down onto his erection. Emerald eyes widen and Wolfram's mouth parts in a wordless howl. Yozak's own eyes roll back as he pushes into the tight silken heat of the smaller blond. Muscles clench then relax as Wolfram's hips sink, easing Yozak slowly deeper until he was buried to the hilt in the young noble.
Wolfram was gasping, head hanging back and hips shifting as he adjusted to the feel of Yozak inside him. The redhead shifted his grip to the narrow hips and rocked his hips. Wolfram yelped and spasmed around him.
Yozak's already fragile control shattered and he began to thrust, setting a demanding rhythm. Wolfram panted and gasped and pleaded with the Shinou and urged Yozak deeper and harder until the redhead was slamming into him.
Yozak's focus narrowed to the blond in his hands and clenched around him and he thrust as his release surged up and exploded. Wolfram felt his climax and keened as it triggered his own release, muscles clenching and quivering around Yozak as he collapsed into a satiated heap. Yozak collapsed on him, pressing the small, hot body into the soft mattress and they woke like that in the morning..
Challenge: Here
For: Soulmate, (swgmigraines)
Fandom: KKM (this all people challenge me with any more)
Pairing: Yozak/Wolfram
Rating: NC-17
Yozak watches the state banquet from the roof-tops. Ostensibly, he's there as added security - by Conrad's request no less. He doesn't want his little brother stolen away again. Yozak thought it was better not to mention why he would have no problems staring at Wolfram all night.
It disturbs him to watch the blond in such formal surroundings. Wolfram looks like a doll, all dressed up and paraded around. The international equivalent of nursery group - "look what I have! I don't take care of it or love it or let it grow but still it's pretty and it's MINE!".
Dangerous to think like that. Thoughts like lead to treason.
He watches and watches until at last (PRAISE SHINOU) it's over. He slips quickly through the corridors to their room and lies in wait. Wolfram's taken off his gloves and unbuttoned. He is tired and grumpy and not expecting Yozak to knock him onto the bed and pin him there.
He yells and snarls and fights to get up, but Yozak's used to this. Wolfram likes it rough and fast and aggressive the first time and tonight...tonight, Yozak is more than happy to oblige.
He tears away the shirt and uses the strips to tie Wolfram's wrists to the headboard (and bless Cheri-sama for giving him the wrought-iron head-board). Wolfram spits and snarls and Yozak's not really interested in listening to him any more. He can think of lots of things he'd rather that mouth were doing.
He crushes Wolfram to the bed underneath him and kisses him, forcing his tongue into the blond's mouth, then pulling at his lower lip with sharp teeth. Wolfram fights but Yozak's fingers are already unbuttoning his trousers and pulling off the boots.
"Shame the boots can't stay." He purrs deeply against Wolfram's ear, tonguing the rapid pulse at his throat. "You sway your hips better than a barmaid when you wear them. I think, later, I'll put them back on and walk you around, just wearing them. My little wanton."
Wolfram swears at him, but his cheeks are flushed and his erection rises proudly from the triangle of golden curls. He's panting now and naked, legs pressed together defiantly. Yozak smiles and catches a nipple between finger and thumb, flicking the small nub as he talks in low, seductive purr.
"I'd like to show you like that. Dressed in your boots and needy and alllll mine. I'd like to walk you through all those stuffed-shirt-shitheads and watch them drool. Or maybe I'd put you in a skirt, something short and lacy that rubs and chafes the more you move."
He squeezes the nipple and Wolfram groans, hips thrusting involuntarily. His smile sharpens. "Lots of things I'd like you to do and lots more I'd like to do to you but not tonight. Spend all day watching you flit around. Watching other people touch you." His voice is a growl as he swoops down to bite the abused nipple.
Wolfram shrieks and twists underneath him. "Shinouplease! Yozaaaaaaaaaaaak!"
He half-rolls, humping the sheets in a desperate need for friction. Yozak sits up and pins his hip to the bed with one big hand. "No. No touching. I'm going to fuck you through the mattress, then you can come."
Wolfram begs for touch, eyes rolling back as he tries to move, to press against Yozak. The half-breed smirks and fishes out the oil bottle.
Wolfram looks slender and delicate and breakable but Yozak knows better and his own straining erection demands relief as he drives two fingers into Wolfram. The boy hisses and muscles clench around the slick digits.
"Sooo tight," Yozak hisses into his ear, nipping at sensitive skin to make Wolfram moan like that again. "Just like a little virgin but you're not. You're miiiine. My little slut. My little wanton."
Wolfram is beyond speech, head lolling and lips framing an endless string of pleas and moans. Yozak twists his fingers, forcing the muscles to relax and stretch.
Finally, he's satisfied that Wolfram is ready and he slides his fingers out. He takes an ankle in each hand - noting in passing that he can close his hand around the slender joints - and kneels up on the bed.
"Wol~fram...look at me!" He orders and glazed green eyes flutter open obediently. He smiles and pulls Wolfram down onto his erection. Emerald eyes widen and Wolfram's mouth parts in a wordless howl. Yozak's own eyes roll back as he pushes into the tight silken heat of the smaller blond. Muscles clench then relax as Wolfram's hips sink, easing Yozak slowly deeper until he was buried to the hilt in the young noble.
Wolfram was gasping, head hanging back and hips shifting as he adjusted to the feel of Yozak inside him. The redhead shifted his grip to the narrow hips and rocked his hips. Wolfram yelped and spasmed around him.
Yozak's already fragile control shattered and he began to thrust, setting a demanding rhythm. Wolfram panted and gasped and pleaded with the Shinou and urged Yozak deeper and harder until the redhead was slamming into him.
Yozak's focus narrowed to the blond in his hands and clenched around him and he thrust as his release surged up and exploded. Wolfram felt his climax and keened as it triggered his own release, muscles clenching and quivering around Yozak as he collapsed into a satiated heap. Yozak collapsed on him, pressing the small, hot body into the soft mattress and they woke like that in the morning..