[One-shot] Unofficial Rites
Title: Unofficial Rites
Rating: NC-17 (contains lemon)
Pairing: Yuri/Wolfram
Genre: Romance (serious WAFF warning, people!)
Chapter: One-shot
Request: Romance, Smut, Seme!Yuri
Summary: On the night before their wedding, Yuri arranges to spend some time alone with Wolfram. Lemon and WAFF ensues. ~_^
Comments: Minimal spoilers; just know who Greta is
Unofficial Rites
Disclaimers: This story contains materials with a lemon rating (graphic depiction of sex) and is not appropriate for younger readers. Please use discretion.
Kyou Kara Maou is the property of creator Tomo Takabayashi and licensor Geneon Entertainment, Inc.
Author’s Notes:
1. I am using the DVD spelling for all of the names (Yuri instead of Yuuri).
2. No major spoilers; just know who Greta is.
3. Takes place about five years after the beginning of the series.
4. Warning: Extreme WAFF!
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“Greta, everything will be fine, I promise.” Wolfram used his calmest and most patient voice as he addressed the heavy mass of blankets that was completely covering his twelve-year-old daughter. He pulled on the quilt a bit, trying to get her to stop hiding her head beneath it.
He almost laughed as Greta peeked out from underneath her bed sheets, her fingers curled in a tight grip on the edge of her blankets as she lowered the covering just enough so that he could see her eyes. Thankfully, though, Wolfram managed to keep a straight face; any show of amusement on his part would undoubtedly send her back into her burrow.
“Are you sure they can fix it by tomorrow?” Greta asked him nervously, giving her father a timid and somewhat guilty look from just over the hem of her quilt.
“Positive. Your dress will be good as new by morning.” He reached down to stroke her auburn hair affectionately, trying to calm her down. “However, let’s be a bit more careful with the chocolate frosting next time, shall we?” he advised, giving her a comforting smile.
Greta blushed, but nodded hurriedly. The poor thing was almost as anxious as Wolfram was about tomorrow, a fact that he found too adorable for words. But adorableness notwithstanding, tonight her restless fidgeting had resulted in a baking mishap that left her white dress covered in chocolate fingerprint smudges, which had created quite the uproar. Greta had simply forgotten to wash her hands before deciding to show off the dress she was to wear, but if one were to judge by her reaction one might assume that her actions had razed the Castle to the ground. Wolfram had done his best to be understanding as Greta had gone on about how she had ruined everything, how the dress would never be ready in time, and how she was going to be the worst flower girl ever, her statement punctuated by yanking her covers over her head and professing that she was never leaving her bed ever again.
As much as he loved Greta, she tended to be a bit overdramatic sometimes…but as Wolfram understood it, such behavior was normal for a girl her age. He could only hope that it was a phase she would grow out of, and not an indication that she was beginning to take after some of the adult females who happened to spend a great deal of time with her.
He reached down to pull the blankets from her grip, and then tucked her in tightly, a feeling of nostalgia washing over him as he did so. She rarely let Wolfram or Yuri tuck her into bed anymore, protesting that she was too old to be put to bed by her parents.
But tonight was different. Tonight, Greta wasn’t a princess who would be coming of age in a mere four years - she was just his daughter.
After placing a kiss on her forehead and wishing her a whispered ‘goodnight’ as she settled into her soft pillow, Wolfram blew out the candle on the night table and started for the door. He paused in the doorway, turning and meeting her eyes across the darkened room. “It is a very lovely cake, Greta. Yuri and I are so proud of you.” Greta smiled then, and it seemed to him that the room brightened just a little.
Wolfram left his daughter’s room, closing the door behind him carefully, a gentle smile on his face. Of all the ways he had thought he might spend the night before his wedding, he would never have guessed that he would have been trying to coax Greta out from beneath her covers. But unexpected and unconventional though the evening may have been, he couldn’t have asked for anything more. Spending time with Greta had helped him to quiet his own anxiety, even if the time had been mostly spent consoling her.
Of course, there were still nerves. He felt as if he had been utterly consumed with thoughts of flower arrangements and place settings and other minute and seemingly vital details for months, trying to make everything perfect. And now, with the moment upon him, all he could think of was a list of everything that could possibly go wrong. And it was a frighteningly long list.
“Everything all right?” asked a playful voice from behind him, making Wolfram start just slightly. He turned, finding himself face to face with his husband-to-be.
Yuri was smiling at him, looking as if he hadn’t a care in the world, his expression one of pure joy. Wolfram felt a little resentful that Yuri could be so calm and collected while he was having waking nightmares involving unmatching table linens. But even so, he couldn’t help imagining what it would be like to see that elated look on Yuri’s face as they stood together tomorrow, saying the marital rites. The thought made Wolfram return the smile.
“Yes, just fine. Greta and Beatrice decided to make us a surprise wedding cake and she got a bit of chocolate on her dress, so of course the world came crashing down upon us,” Wolfram said with a purposefully dramatic sweep of his arm.
Yuri chucked at Wolfram’s reference to Greta’s characteristic melodrama. “Well, tomorrow is just as important for her as it is for us. I suppose it’s only normal for her to be on edge.”
Just then, Yuri pulled out something that he had been holding behind his back. It was a picnic basket with a rolled blanket protruding from the half-closed lid. “And speaking of being on edge,” Yuri said as his smile widened, “I was thinking that you could use a little relaxation. What do you say to a snack under the stars?”
Wolfram stared at the basket for a moment before letting out an exasperated huff. “Yuri, there are about fifty things left to be done tonight. Not that you’d know, seeing as you left me with all of the planning,” he grumbled, beginning to walk down the corridor to the ballroom. Surely, the decorating should be well underway by now, and he needed to make certain that the seating arrangements and centerpieces were completed to his specifications.
He was stopped short when Yuri grabbed his hand from behind. Wolfram turned to find that Yuri’s smile was softer than before, his eyes pleading for Wolfram to reconsider. “All that stuff is taken care of; I put Günter on decoration duty. No excuses - you need a break.”
Wolfram hesitated as Yuri squeezed the hand he held, running his thumb along the back of it. He didn’t know whether to scold his fiancé for keeping him from his duties or thank him for being so considerate. Between all of the hectic planning and being host to the foreign dignitaries that had been arriving in a steady stream over the last four days, Wolfram had been constantly running around. Wolfram had assumed that Yuri hadn’t paid very much attention to all of the work that he had been doing for the wedding, but it seemed that Yuri had been noticing. Given Yuri’s normally oblivious nature, Wolfram found it quite refreshing that he had managed to open his eyes and pay minimal attention for a change.
“I insist,” Yuri added with a flippant grin. “It won’t do for you to collapse from stress on our wedding day. What kind of horrible husband would I look like if I let that happen?”
Wolfram couldn’t help the small smile that came to his lips. He would never admit it aloud, but he loved it when Yuri did things like this for him. When they had become a true couple two years ago, Yuri had started to show his love in little ways like this: making time for the two of them to be alone or giving his fiancé unexpected gifts. It was Yuri’s way of making sure that Wolfram knew he was loved above all others - something that Wolfram always seemed to need reassurance about.
“Oh, all right. If it will make you cease this incessant fussing,” Wolfram conceded with an exaggerated sigh, feigning reluctance. Yuri beamed in triumph and began to walk toward the exit that led to the gardens, tugging Wolfram along by the hand.
Wolfram let Yuri hold his hand as they walked out into the gardens, but moved to walk beside him instead of behind. It was only mid-autumn, but the chill in the night air spoke of cold weather ahead. Wolfram was glad that they had chosen this time of year for the wedding; he always pictured that he would walk down an aisle decorated with richly jewel-toned flowers, imagining that the vibrant autumn colors would make the white of his suit stand out all the more.
The gardens looked lovely, the foliage having been carefully manicured in preparation for all of the wedding guests. The flowers had been planted only last week and were all in perfect bloom - Wolfram had chosen the blossoms himself, wanting the coloring to match the décor inside, where the actual events would take place. He had often lamented that tradition demanded that they be married in the Shrine, because Wolfram thought that an outdoor ceremony would have been beautiful. But least this way he didn’t have to worry about rain on top of everything else.
Yuri continued to walk, taking them beyond the gardens and into the woods. “Yuri, where are we going? We left the gardens already,” Wolfram questioned, wondering why Yuri seemed intent upon wandering through the forest at night.
“I know a place. It’s just a little farther,” he replied, not slowing their pace. Wolfram barely managed to swallow his irritation. Why did Yuri always think it necessary to make everything more complicated and time-consuming than it needed to be?
After another few moments of walking, they were out of the dense forest and standing in a small, grassy clearing. Yuri stopped and placed his basket down, letting go of Wolfram’s hand to retrieve something from the basket. He pulled out the blanket and stood, shaking it out and spreading it before them on the ground.
Wolfram wasn’t sure why Yuri had brought him all this way, but he couldn’t help but admire the wonderful view. The thick forest that surrounded the clearing gave Wolfram a sense of privacy, yet it was not so enclosed that it felt confining. Wildflowers grew in small patches around the edge of the clearing and thick grass covered the ground, looking far too short and well-managed to be untouched by the hands of a gardener. Wolfram found himself suspecting that Yuri had some part in making this little enclave look so perfect, and wondered just how long he had been planning their “spontaneous outing.”
After Yuri had laid out the blanket, he motioned for Wolfram to sit as he knelt down to reach into the basket again. Wolfram didn’t object, somewhat curious by this point as to what exactly Yuri had planned for this escapade. As he settled onto the soft blanket, Wolfram found himself gazing up at the night sky. Whisps of clouds blocked out some of the stars, but for the most part the night was clear. Just above the tops of the trees that were all around them, the moon was visible - an unbalanced crescent hanging in the sky. Wolfram let out a disappointed groan as he realized that the moon was in its final quarter.
“What’s wrong?” Yuri asked, sounding somewhat worried despite his best efforts not to.
“I just always thought there would be a full moon on our wedding night,” Wolfram complained.
Yuri paused in riffling through the contents of the picnic basket to look at Wolfram incredulously. “Please don’t tell me that you want to put it off for two weeks so the moon will be full. I think Gwendal might actually kill you, given all the work that went into this.”
“He has no right to complain,” Wolfram snapped, “and neither does anyone else. I’ve been doing all the work.” He crossed his arms indignantly and shot Yuri an annoyed look. “And anyway, wouldn’t you be the slightest bit disappointed if I wanted to put the wedding off?”
“Oh, Wolf,” Yuri said in a placating tone, turning back to the picnic basket, “you know I never cared about the date.”
Wolfram looked around briefly, dearly wishing for something to throw at his idiot fiancé. “What do you mean, you don’t care? Why am I bothering at all, then?” He shifted, turning around so that his back was facing Yuri and giving his head a little extra toss to show his displeasure. Leave it to that wimp to never appreciate anything Wolfram did for him, even their wedding!
He refused to turn, keeping his nose firmly in the air as he heard Yuri settle down behind him. Strong arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him backwards until his back was against Yuri’s chest. Wolfram felt warm puffs of breath on his ear, making him have to tense his body to keep from shivering against his fiancé.
“What I mean to say,” Yuri whispered huskily, his lips brushing against Wolfram’s ear as he spoke, “is that as long as you marry me, I don’t care about anything else. I’d happily marry you while standing in a mud puddle and wearing a burlap sack, if you asked me to. So wait two weeks, or two more years if you want, to make everything perfect. And I’ll wait as long as I have to so our wedding will be everything that you want it to be.”
Most of Wolfram’s righteous anger drained away at the sound of Yuri’s words - Yuri was still dense most of the time, but over the years he had gotten much better with his apologies. Maybe Yuri didn’t quite appreciate the lengths that Wolfram had gone to for their wedding, but at least he had the right idea about getting married.
Even so, Wolfram made sure to speak in a slightly disgruntled tone as he responded, just to ensure that his message was clear. “I suppose that we can still proceed as planned. If you apologize profusely and acknowledge my endless efforts to make this wedding beautiful for you, that is.”
Yuri leaned down and pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to Wolfram’s neck, just above his collar. “I beg your forgiveness,” he began, kissing his way up Wolfram’s neck as he spoke, “for my unthinkable thoughtlessness. And I solemnly swear to atone for my sins…” he paused, moving his lips again to Wolfram’s ear and speaking in a low, throaty voice, “to your satisfaction.”
Wolfram tilted his head just slightly, his eyes slipping shut as the sensuous feeling of Yuri’s supple lips and the incitingly suggestive tone of Yuri’s voice ignited feelings of heat inside him. He revised his earlier assessment…Yuri was exceptional at apologizing.
But he couldn’t let Yuri know that, of course.
Wolfram snapped his eyes open and shrugged his shoulders quickly, effectively removing Yuri’s lips from his ear. “Well,” he said in an aloof tone, “I wouldn’t call that a profuse apology, but I suppose that it will have to do. Now, what did you bring to eat?”
Yuri snickered at the statement, seemingly aware that Wolfram’s put-out attitude was being performed entirely for his benefit. He somehow managed to lean over and drag the picnic basket closer to them without moving away from Wolfram. After a moment, Wolfram looked up to find a bowl of bite-sized pastries being waved in front of his nose.
“Yuri!” he scolded, “Those are for tomorrow night! Did you just swipe those directly off the catering trays?”
Yuri paid Wolfram’s protest no mind as he plucked a pastry from the bowl and popped it into his mouth. “Oh, stop,” he said around his mouthful of stolen dessert. “There were at least three hundred of these in the kitchen, and I only took a dozen.” Yuri swallowed and placed the bowl down next to them. “Besides, we’re going to be so busy greeting everyone tomorrow that we’ll never have time to eat any of this food that you’ve been agonizing over for months. So what’s the harm?”
The next thing Wolfram knew, Yuri had a pastry pinched between his fingers and was holding it in front of Wolfram’s mouth. “Come on, Wolf. Open up,” he teased in an openly flirtatious tone.
Wolfram wanted to say something devastatingly contemptuous, he truly did. But he hadn’t eaten much all day, busy as he was with everything. And he knew from all of his taste testings that these were delicious. It would be a shame to let such wonderful food go to waste. However, he would be damned if he was going to let Yuri feed him. So he reached out and grabbed the pastry from his fiancé’s fingers, and delicately bit into it.
“So,” Wolfram asked Yuri after he had swallowed his dessert, “did you write that speech like I asked you to?” He made sure to ask with just a hint of threat in his voice, because Yuri had been avoiding this particular request for weeks. But it was tradition, and no amount of complaining or procrastinating was going to get Yuri out of it.
“Yes, and I even had Günter read it over for me. It’s about the day I proposed to you,” Yuri declared proudly.
Wolfram tensed, turning his head as much as possible to glare at his fiancé furiously. “If you dare to mention how we ‘accidentally’ got engaged because I unknowingly insulted your mother, I promise you that our wedding night will be most unpleasant.”
Yuri favored Wolfram with an amused look. “I mean, the second time I proposed.”
“Oh, I see.” Wolfram inwardly sighed with relief. He wouldn’t have put it past Yuri to mention his first proposal in jest, and Wolfram would prefer not to be made a laughingstock on his wedding day. “I expect that would be fine, so long as Günter approves of what you’ve written.”
Wolfram moved to turn back around, but Yuri’s fingers brushing against his chin stopped him, gently guiding him to turn and face Yuri. “That’s one of my favorite memories of you, you know,” Yuri said as he slowly leaned his face closer to Wolfram’s, his arms enveloping Wolfram in his warm embrace. “I was so nervous about it, but just seeing how happy you were calmed me down.”
Yuri softly nuzzled his nose along Wolfram’s cheek, each exhale sending a tickle of breath whispering across Wolfram’s skin. Feather-light kisses trailed a lazy path across his jaw and toward his mouth; chaste, yet lingering seductively - the barest hint of what was intended. With a coy smile, Wolfram made certain to turn his head just enough so that their lips didn’t meet.
“One of your favorites?” Wolfram asked teasingly, as he wrapped his arms around Yuri’s shoulders, allowing himself to be pulled closer. “What, then, is your most treasured memory of me?”
Undaunted at being denied his fiancé’s lips, Yuri moved his kisses to Wolfram’s neck. Each kiss was longer and more demanding than the last, Yuri’s lips parting further, his arms holding tighter. Yuri gave a low hum against Wolfram’s neck as if he was considering the question, but Wolfram knew that the sound and vibration were intended only to entice. Wolfram let his head fall backwards, allowing those insistent lips to roam at their will.
“My favorite memory,” Yuri said breathily, his lips moving along Wolfram’s neck, and then parting to let his tongue flick out, “is our first…time.”
Wolfram could understand perfectly why the first time they had made love was Yuri’s most cherished memory of him. That was the night that Wolfram truly began to think of them as lovers in every sense of the word - not necessarily because of the act itself, but what it had meant for their future.
It had been soon after Yuri’s second, intentional, proposal that Wolfram began to insist that their relationship become physical. Three years of unrequited lust was more than enough, he had decided, and now that their marriage was inevitable he had declared that it was time. Yuri had been very reluctant, protesting that there was no rush…but Yuri’s refusal had infuriated Wolfram, because he thought it was an indication that Yuri had still not accepted their engagement fully.
So he had pushed and Yuri had resisted until, one night, Wolfram had demanded an explanation. It had warmed his heart when Yuri confessed to being afraid both of disappointing Wolfram, given his inexperience, and hurting him, given the nature of the act. Wolfram didn’t remember all of the details, but the discussion led to a passionate kiss, and then into their bed.
Neither of them had any experience with sex, so it hadn’t been perfect. There had been the requisite blushing and awkwardness, the moments where neither of them was sure what to do or how to touch each other. And, honestly, it had been rather painful that first time - although Wolfram made great efforts to hide this fact from Yuri, he had seemed to know. But the more they were together the more comfortable they became with each other, and their sexual relationship slowly evolved into one that was fulfilling and pleasurable for both of them. Despite the embarrassment and discomfort of their first time together, though, the memories of that night were something that both of them treasured because of everything that had passed between them. That night had been a promise of what their love could become.
There was a slight tug at Wolfram’s neck as Yuri unhooked the chains on his collar and started to untie his cravat. “Is that so?” Wolfram mused as the white cloth was undone, and Yuri slipped it off of his neck while giving an affirmative hum. The question was unnecessary, but Wolfram hadn’t asked because he was interested in the answer: the longer he kept stalling, the longer he denied his fiancé what he was seeking, the more satisfying it would be for both of them.
With that thought, Wolfram pulled away from Yuri and cast a demure, coquettish glance at his lover. In the beginning, Wolfram’s impatient nature had urged him to rush through their foreplay and practically race toward completion. Over time, though, he had learned the value in withholding himself from Yuri, taking their time, delaying the inevitable.
Not to mention that it drove Yuri crazy when Wolfram toyed with him like this.
Yuri gazed at Wolfram with lidded eyes, his desire more than evident by the provocative look they displayed. Wolfram adopted his best winsome expression, shifting his weight as if he were about to pull further away. His movements had the intended effect, he noted, as a satisfied and somewhat predatory grin formed on Yuri’s face and he reached his arms around Wolfram, holding him in place. It was a common dance between them, but one that they never seemed to tire of.
The warm hands that had come to rest in the middle of Wolfram’s back lowered, gliding down his clothed body. Yuri’s touch lingered fleetingly on the small of his back, and then moved again, Yuri digging his fingers firmly into Wolfram’s hips. Yuri pulled Wolfram forward slowly, guiding him closer, not once breaking eye contact. Wolfram allowed himself to be led, sliding toward his fiancé willingly, responding to Yuri’s silent command by repositioning himself so that he sat astride his lover’s hips.
The next instant, all manner of subtlety was lost as Yuri wrapped his arms around Wolfram’s waist and yanked Wolfram into his embrace. He pulled them tightly against one another, their bodies joined from groin to chest and their lips separated by too little space to rightly call them separated. Wolfram let a breathy gasp escape him, knowing that was the reaction that Yuri was looking for. In response, Yuri’s hands moved again down Wolfram’s back, this time tugging the material of Wolfram’s shirt free before slipping his hands under the hem and caressing the skin beneath.
A roguish grin formed on Yuri’s face as he leaned forward, meaning for their lips to meet at last. Wolfram had been expecting as much, though, and quickly pulled back, reaching down and picking one of the pastries from the bowl that was beside them. He placed it into this mouth; but just halfway, knowing that the treat hanging from his lips would only tempt Yuri further. Yuri’s grin became a playful smirk as he took in the inviting look in Wolfram’s eyes, and he leaned forward again, his mouth closing around the sweet.
They each pulled on their end of the pastry lightly as their lips brushed together around the flaky shell of the dessert, neither eager to pull it apart quickly. Wolfram tugged a little harder, pulling away, pleased when Yuri leaned in further and pressed their mouths together more adamantly. But after only a few moments, the delicate treat split down the center, forcing them to break their kiss to swallow it. Yuri wasted no time, inclining forward again, but Wolfram placed a finger to his lips, making him pause.
“You have sugar on your lip,” Wolfram whispered as he removed his finger from his lover’s mouth. “Allow me.” At that, he weaved a hand into Yuri’s hair, tilting his head backwards a bit. Wolfram lowered his mouth near to his fiancé’s, but did not let them touch just yet. Yuri panted very slightly as he anticipated Wolfram’s kiss, his breath tinged with sweetness from the dessert. Wolfram parted his lips and exhaled, his own breath mingling with Yuri’s intimately and washing over Yuri’s skin, causing him to shiver in pleasure and impatience. Finally Wolfram moved, leaning down and licking across Yuri’s upper lip with the tip of his tongue and eliciting a gasp. Wolfram angled his head, allowing their lips to barely brush for a brief moment before he allowed Yuri to have his kiss.
The sound Yuri made, deep in his throat, as he crushed their mouths together was something akin to a growl. He kissed Wolfram with ravenous hunger and Wolfram responded in kind, his own desire rising as Yuri continued to make little noises of pleasure. He groaned a bit as Yuri pulled him closer and he felt his lover’s arousal pressed against his through the layers of clothing that separated them.
Wolfram broke the kiss suddenly, taking pride in the irritated groan that came from Yuri. Bringing a hand near to his face, Wolfram made sure to lock his eyes with Yuri’s as he began to lick the powdered sugar that was still clinging to his finger. He ran his tongue slowly up the entire length of it before closing his lips around the tip. Wolfram pulled his finger from his lips with a wet, sucking sound, trying not to grin at the lascivious way that Yuri was leering at him.
“Mmm,” Wolfram purred as his tongue swept across his swollen lips, “these are wonderful. What else do you have in that basket?”
Although still panting, Yuri managed a suggestive smile. “See for yourself,” he crooned, indicating the picnic basket with a motion of his head.
Wolfram reached into the basket, which was just behind Yuri, and began to dig through it. He barely managed to stifle a gasp when Yuri’s lips closed around his earlobe, sucking and then gently nibbling on it, teeth lightly scraping the skin. Wolfram tried to ignore the motions of Yuri’s mouth as he riffled through the basket, his hand encountering some soft linens before his fingers finally brushed against a glass bottle. He pulled the bottle out with a flourish, pulling away from Yuri to examine it.
“Well, well,” he murmured as a wry smile formed on his face, “I suppose you planned this?” He tilted the corked flask in front of Yuri’s face, the oil in it sloshing around as he did so.
“Maybe,” Yuri replied mischievously, his hands rubbing in slow circles along the skin of Wolfram’s back.
Wolfram sighed dramatically. “You think I’m that easy, I gather?” He shot Yuri a pout to demonstrate how truly injured he was by the assumption, but Yuri’s unflinching smile seemed to show that he wasn’t buying Wolfram’s act for a moment.
“Not at all. But I do find you irresistible,” Yuri confessed as he took the flask from Wolfram’s hand. He set the flask down, then placed the partially empty bowl of pasties back into the basket and pushed it away.
“So what, pray tell, made you believe that I was going to roll over and cater to your every whim on the eve of our wedding?” Wolfram wondered, his voice teasing yet haughty. “By all rights, I should make you wait until tomorrow. Goodness knows you’ve impugned my honor enough as it is.” He had absolutely no desire to stop, of course…in fact, he was still inwardly rejoicing over the fact that Yuri had thought to bring the oil. But as far as Wolfram was concerned, teasing Yuri was the most fun he could have while still clothed.
A rush of pleasure shot through Wolfram as Yuri brushed a hand against the bulge in his trousers. Another hand gripped his neck, pulling Wolfram forward so that Yuri could whisper in his ear.
“I swear, my intentions are nothing but pure,” he said in a low voice, stroking Wolfram’s clothed erection as he spoke.
Wolfram shuddered against Yuri, biting back a moan as Yuri touched him in exactly the right way; just the right rhythm, just the right pressure. Even through the clothing, the sensations were amazingly stimulating. As much as Wolfram enjoyed teasing Yuri, Yuri took just as much gratification in dissolving Wolfram’s coyness and making him squirm with overwhelming need.
And, eventually, Wolfram would give in, opening himself to his lover…but for now, he would be the one doing the seducing.
Wolfram gave a lustful but discontented groan in Yuri’s ear as he grabbed Yuri’s wrist, stilling his hand and then moving it away from the front of his trousers. “Your intentions will wait until I give permission,” he said in a low voice, moving to lavish rough, insistent kisses along Yuri’s neck, nipping at his skin adamantly. Bringing a hand to the collar of Yuri’s jacket, Wolfram popped open the top button, his fingers brushing along the newly exposed skin as he moved his mouth along Yuri’s neck, and then down to dip his tongue into the hollow of his throat. Yuri let out a groan, but Wolfram stifled it with a forceful kiss.
Yuri tried to quickly escalate the kiss, pressing their lips harder against each other with each movement, but Wolfram leaned backwards, breaking the kiss before letting their mouths meet again. Reluctantly, Yuri settled on a slower pace, allowing Wolfram to nibble at him playfully. Unexpectedly, Wolfram felt warm hands running along his bare chest, and he wondered when Yuri had unfastened his jacket and shirt. He could sense Yuri’s urgent, desperate desire in the fervent movements of his hands and lips, the tension in his body and the quickened, noticeably labored breathing. But there was also something more that lurked just beneath the surface - an almost frenzied impatience, an overwhelming primal need, a craving that Wolfram knew only he could satisfy.
Wolfram smiled into the kiss as he allowed it to slowly build in intensity. He permitted Yuri to push his shirt off of his shoulders, enjoying the feeling of Yuri’s hands trailing down his chest and stomach and stroking his skin vehemently. Wolfram ended the kiss, though, when he felt fingers pulling at the fastening on his pants. He put a hand to Yuri’s chest and pressed him backwards until he was lying flat against the blanket, and then Wolfram leaned down as well, moving to lap at the triangle of dusty skin where Yuri’s collar was undone.
“Not yet,” Wolfram whispered commandingly, delighting in the way Yuri gasped and his fingers dug into Wolfram’s shoulders. Wolfram unbuttoned Yuri’s jacket and shirt slowly; his fingers making a teasingly soft path down Yuri’s chest. His mouth followed, tasting every inch of Yuri’s naked skin and leaving a track of wetness along his chest and stomach. Yuri let out a low, whining moan as Wolfram’s mouth came to his waistband, sucking eagerly on the sensitive skin. He pushed his tongue below the hem of Yuri’s trousers, and in response Yuri thrust his hips upward in a silent demand for contact.
After a quick motion, the fastening to Yuri’s trousers was opened and Wolfram hooked his fingers around the waistband of Yuri’s trousers and underwear, tugging the material down Yuri’s hips. Yuri gasped as his erection was freed from his clothes, but Wolfram paid it no mind. Instead, he showered deliberately slow kisses along Yuri’s stomach and then his thighs, extremely aware of how his lover’s frustration was building.
Yuri let out a pleading whimper after a few moments of relentless torment, and Wolfram decided, with a satisfied grin, to indulge his fiancé. Wolfram ran his tongue along the underside of Yuri’s arousal, reveling in the sensual moaning that came from above him. He swept his tongue over and around the head slowly, lingering fleetingly on the spots he knew were most sensitive. Yuri moaned his name then, and Wolfram felt his own arousal peak with the knowledge that he was giving his lover such pleasure. There was no more beautiful or captivating sound than Yuri moaning his name in the throes of passion; the sultry way Yuri said his name suddenly made Wolfram every bit as eager to be taken as Yuri was to take him.
Wolfram moved, sliding up Yuri’s body and pressing his lips against Yuri’s ear. “I want you,” he moaned, his voice part seduction and part demand. “Now.”
The next instant, Wolfram was lying on his back as Yuri hurriedly divested them of their clothing. Once he had stripped them both, Yuri leaned in, climbing atop Wolfram and moving his mouth in frantic kisses along Wolfram’s neck and collarbone. Wolfram clawed at his back, all pretense of slow seduction lost as instinctive, animal lust took them over. As Yuri’s heated skin rubbed maddeningly against his own, all thoughts fled from Wolfram’s mind, save the mindless and all-encompassing need for the sinful indulgence of sex.
Yuri’s hands ran over the length of Wolfram’s body, making him gasp in impatience. Wolfram reached around them, groping blindly for the flask of oil, moaning blissfully as Yuri settled between his thighs, rubbing their erections together. Yuri kissed Wolfram with fierce ardor and thrust against him, groaning into Wolfram’s mouth as he did so.
Finally, Wolfram’s fingers closed around the cool glass bottle, and he broke their kiss as he uncorked it. Yuri lavished open-mouthed kisses along Wolfram’s chest as Wolfram poured some of the oil onto his hand, not caring that it dripped all over the blanket. With some difficulty, he managed to replace the cork and tossed the bottle aside, quickly rubbing his slick hands together to warm the oil.
Yuri pulled away a bit so that Wolfram could reach between them and wrap his fingers around Yuri’s arousal. He stroked Yuri with one hand and then the other to coat him fully, his fingers sliding over the slippery skin with ease. Wolfram squeezed just slightly as his grip reached the head, causing Yuri to moan against him.
Wolfram wrapped his arms and legs around Yuri, his oil-slick hands running along Yuri’s back; a signal that he was ready to proceed. He titled his hips, trying to relax his muscles as Yuri positioned himself to enter him. They shared a brief but passionate kiss before beginning, Wolfram holding tight to Yuri and bracing himself for the bit of pain that he knew was coming, Yuri lying his head on Wolfram’s shoulder for support.
Wolfram shut his eyes tightly as Yuri pushed into him slowly, gently, pausing after every motion to check for any pained reaction. They never rushed this part, no matter how strong the desire to hurry. Wolfram felt Yuri’s hands massaging his sides and hips, rubbing in soothing circles, trying to help ease the discomfort. With every movement, the pain lessened as he became accustomed to Yuri’s length, and soon he was mewling softly, angling his hips so that Yuri could fill him more deeply.
Yuri gave a quiet grunt as Wolfram began to push up against him, urging Yuri to move. Wolfram’s skin seemed to tingle as Yuri began to rock against him with shallow thrusts, adjusting his position slightly each time, looking for the right angle before setting a rhythm. With every motion, Wolfram’s skin got hotter and his mind became hazier; nothing mattered any longer except the exquisite way that his nerves pulsed as Yuri thrust into him.
Wolfram’s eyes flew open and he gasped, digging his nails into Yuri’s shoulders as a wave of searing heat engulfed him, forming the beginnings of a building pressure deep within him. A loud groan escaped him as Yuri found the same spot again and set a faster rhythm. Wolfram’s pulse throbbed in his ears as Yuri plunged into him over and over, each thrust increasing the intensity of the pleasure that coursed through him. Yuri let out a rasping moan as he increased his speed further; sweat dripping from his brow and onto Wolfram’s chest.
Wolfram threw his head back, panting uncontrollably as Yuri’s every motion sent a surge of exhilaration through him. He heard Yuri moan in ecstasy and his hands gripped Wolfram’s hips and pulled Wolfram’s body against his forcefully, letting him bury himself more deeply. Wolfram let out a sharp cry as Yuri struck that place inside him, the pleasure so intense that it sent him nearly to the edge.
A breathless groan and a shudder from Yuri told Wolfram that he was close, trying to hold back his orgasm. Wolfram reached down, stroking himself in time with Yuri’s rhythm, knowing that Yuri would want him to find his release first. It took only a few strokes to reach his climax, the feel of Yuri’s body and the sound of Yuri’s adamant moaning making the sensations more acute. And then the pressure inside him reached its peak and he was letting out a strangled gasp as the swell of pleasure overtook him, the surge of euphoria carrying him away.
Yuri’s arms around his shoulders brought him back to the moment, and Wolfram enveloped Yuri in his embrace as Yuri let himself go with one last powerful thrust. Yuri’s groan was muffled against Wolfram’s neck, his body tensing sharply. After a long moment they both began to relax, their tightly coiled muscles slackening as they basked in the joy of holding each other, of being joined in the most intimate of ways.
They lay there together for a short time, enjoying the heady feelings of satiation that pooled inside them as their pulses and breathing slowed. Soon, though, Wolfram stirred, his position uncomfortable now that there was no surging pleasure to distract him. Yuri withdrew with a slight moan and, after a quick kiss, Yuri moved off of him to reach over to the basket. He pulled out two washcloths, and handed one to Wolfram who cleaned himself off as best he could; he would take a bath a bit later.
Yuri lay down beside him and Wolfram snuggled up next to his fiancé, grateful when Yuri’s arms came around him to warm him. The drying sweat on his body made the night seem cooler than before, but lying next to Yuri gave him warmth, inside and out. His fingers began to stroke across the skin of Yuri’s chest, idly tracing in slow patterns…even this simple touch seemed so intimate and sensual when he was with Yuri.
“You know,” Yuri began quietly, “I was thinking today about when I first realized that I loved you.”
“Oh?” Wolfram inquired curiously, his fingers still moving teasingly along Yuri’s skin, “and when was that, exactly?”
He felt, rather than saw, Yuri’s’ smile as Yuri pressed a kiss to his temple. “It was love at first sight.”
The motions of Wolfram’s fingers stopped immediately and he pushed himself up on his elbows to look his fiancé in the eye, a scowl crossing his face. “Yuri, don’t think for once second that I’m going to believe that pseudo-romantic drivel. The reality is that we knew each other and were engaged for three whole years before anything real happened between us. That is hardly ‘love at first sight.’ So don’t treat me like I’m some sort of overly sentimental idiot who is going to start swooning over any sweet nothings you whisper to me, no matter how stupid they are.”
Yuri gave Wolfram a soothing smile. “But it was, in a way.” Wolfram rolled his eyes, completely unconvinced, and Yuri chuckled softly at Wolfram’s skeptical expression before beginning to speak again.
“No, really. I remember we were in the library; I was reading some moldy old thing Günter had demanded that I finish and you were keeping me company. And I don’t know why, but I looked up at you and our eyes met, and it was like everything changed in an instant. I remember you smiled at me, and then my mouth went dry and I couldn’t breathe, everything stopped moving and it was as if we were the only two people in the world. And I thought to myself that I had never truly seen you before, not like I did then. In that moment, I was seeing you without fear or prejudice or confusion clouding my vision. I saw the person who had always been with me, and always would. I saw something I had never thought to ask for, but was better than I had ever dared to hope for. And I knew then that I loved you, that I wanted to spend my life loving you, and that I never wanted to let you go.”
Wolfram stared in astonishment as Yuri gave him a warm smile and reached up to caress his cheek. “Even though I had known you for three years, I had never been able to see you until that moment. And once I did, there was no doubt in my mind. So it was love at first sight.”
Wolfram’s gaze softened, and he smiled down at Yuri. “You brought me out here to tell me that, didn’t you?”
Yuri’s hand moved to cup Wolfram’s cheek, and he looked up at his fiancé with the most loving eyes Wolfram had ever seen. “I did,” he whispered as he gently pulled Wolfram down into a kiss.
The kiss was rather chaste as their kisses went: slightly parted lips pressed together lightly, lingering for a long moment. There was no hunger or lust in the kiss; it wasn’t one of those kisses they so often shared that was overflowing with passion and need. But it didn’t need to be. That simple, innocent kiss sent Wolfram’s heart racing and made his body tingle with warmth. As he pulled back and rested his head on Yuri’s shoulder, Wolfram couldn’t remember a time when he was more contented.
After a few minutes of silence, Yuri heaved a reluctant sigh and stirred, giving Wolfram a gentle squeeze. “Well, I guess we should be getting back.” He moved to sit up, but Wolfram put a hand to Yuri’s chest and pushed him back down.
“Let’s wait a little longer,” Wolfram suggested as he leaned over to press a kiss to Yuri’s cheek. He settled himself down next to Yuri again, nestling his face into the crook of Yuri’s neck.
“But what about your decorations?”
Wolfram wrapped his arms around Yuri and pulled him close, pressing their bodies together as he gazed deeply into Yuri’s eyes. “It doesn’t matter,” he whispered against Yuri’s mouth. And it didn’t. Wolfram doubted that, ten days from now, he’d even be able to remember what the decorations looked like - but for the rest of his life, he would remember this moment as the beginning of his marriage. No vows had been spoken yet, nor any papers signed, but that didn’t change what was important: that the man Wolfram held in his arms was his husband, his beloved, and his best friend. No matter how vibrant the decorations or how dazzling the flowers, they paled in comparison to that.
The End
Beta’d by the wonderful, incomparable Triskell! *much love*
And thanks to sp_kathrine for telling me this was good enough to post. ^_^
Rating: NC-17 (contains lemon)
Pairing: Yuri/Wolfram
Genre: Romance (serious WAFF warning, people!)
Chapter: One-shot
Request: Romance, Smut, Seme!Yuri
Summary: On the night before their wedding, Yuri arranges to spend some time alone with Wolfram. Lemon and WAFF ensues. ~_^
Comments: Minimal spoilers; just know who Greta is
Unofficial Rites
Disclaimers: This story contains materials with a lemon rating (graphic depiction of sex) and is not appropriate for younger readers. Please use discretion.
Kyou Kara Maou is the property of creator Tomo Takabayashi and licensor Geneon Entertainment, Inc.
Author’s Notes:
1. I am using the DVD spelling for all of the names (Yuri instead of Yuuri).
2. No major spoilers; just know who Greta is.
3. Takes place about five years after the beginning of the series.
4. Warning: Extreme WAFF!
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“Greta, everything will be fine, I promise.” Wolfram used his calmest and most patient voice as he addressed the heavy mass of blankets that was completely covering his twelve-year-old daughter. He pulled on the quilt a bit, trying to get her to stop hiding her head beneath it.
He almost laughed as Greta peeked out from underneath her bed sheets, her fingers curled in a tight grip on the edge of her blankets as she lowered the covering just enough so that he could see her eyes. Thankfully, though, Wolfram managed to keep a straight face; any show of amusement on his part would undoubtedly send her back into her burrow.
“Are you sure they can fix it by tomorrow?” Greta asked him nervously, giving her father a timid and somewhat guilty look from just over the hem of her quilt.
“Positive. Your dress will be good as new by morning.” He reached down to stroke her auburn hair affectionately, trying to calm her down. “However, let’s be a bit more careful with the chocolate frosting next time, shall we?” he advised, giving her a comforting smile.
Greta blushed, but nodded hurriedly. The poor thing was almost as anxious as Wolfram was about tomorrow, a fact that he found too adorable for words. But adorableness notwithstanding, tonight her restless fidgeting had resulted in a baking mishap that left her white dress covered in chocolate fingerprint smudges, which had created quite the uproar. Greta had simply forgotten to wash her hands before deciding to show off the dress she was to wear, but if one were to judge by her reaction one might assume that her actions had razed the Castle to the ground. Wolfram had done his best to be understanding as Greta had gone on about how she had ruined everything, how the dress would never be ready in time, and how she was going to be the worst flower girl ever, her statement punctuated by yanking her covers over her head and professing that she was never leaving her bed ever again.
As much as he loved Greta, she tended to be a bit overdramatic sometimes…but as Wolfram understood it, such behavior was normal for a girl her age. He could only hope that it was a phase she would grow out of, and not an indication that she was beginning to take after some of the adult females who happened to spend a great deal of time with her.
He reached down to pull the blankets from her grip, and then tucked her in tightly, a feeling of nostalgia washing over him as he did so. She rarely let Wolfram or Yuri tuck her into bed anymore, protesting that she was too old to be put to bed by her parents.
But tonight was different. Tonight, Greta wasn’t a princess who would be coming of age in a mere four years - she was just his daughter.
After placing a kiss on her forehead and wishing her a whispered ‘goodnight’ as she settled into her soft pillow, Wolfram blew out the candle on the night table and started for the door. He paused in the doorway, turning and meeting her eyes across the darkened room. “It is a very lovely cake, Greta. Yuri and I are so proud of you.” Greta smiled then, and it seemed to him that the room brightened just a little.
Wolfram left his daughter’s room, closing the door behind him carefully, a gentle smile on his face. Of all the ways he had thought he might spend the night before his wedding, he would never have guessed that he would have been trying to coax Greta out from beneath her covers. But unexpected and unconventional though the evening may have been, he couldn’t have asked for anything more. Spending time with Greta had helped him to quiet his own anxiety, even if the time had been mostly spent consoling her.
Of course, there were still nerves. He felt as if he had been utterly consumed with thoughts of flower arrangements and place settings and other minute and seemingly vital details for months, trying to make everything perfect. And now, with the moment upon him, all he could think of was a list of everything that could possibly go wrong. And it was a frighteningly long list.
“Everything all right?” asked a playful voice from behind him, making Wolfram start just slightly. He turned, finding himself face to face with his husband-to-be.
Yuri was smiling at him, looking as if he hadn’t a care in the world, his expression one of pure joy. Wolfram felt a little resentful that Yuri could be so calm and collected while he was having waking nightmares involving unmatching table linens. But even so, he couldn’t help imagining what it would be like to see that elated look on Yuri’s face as they stood together tomorrow, saying the marital rites. The thought made Wolfram return the smile.
“Yes, just fine. Greta and Beatrice decided to make us a surprise wedding cake and she got a bit of chocolate on her dress, so of course the world came crashing down upon us,” Wolfram said with a purposefully dramatic sweep of his arm.
Yuri chucked at Wolfram’s reference to Greta’s characteristic melodrama. “Well, tomorrow is just as important for her as it is for us. I suppose it’s only normal for her to be on edge.”
Just then, Yuri pulled out something that he had been holding behind his back. It was a picnic basket with a rolled blanket protruding from the half-closed lid. “And speaking of being on edge,” Yuri said as his smile widened, “I was thinking that you could use a little relaxation. What do you say to a snack under the stars?”
Wolfram stared at the basket for a moment before letting out an exasperated huff. “Yuri, there are about fifty things left to be done tonight. Not that you’d know, seeing as you left me with all of the planning,” he grumbled, beginning to walk down the corridor to the ballroom. Surely, the decorating should be well underway by now, and he needed to make certain that the seating arrangements and centerpieces were completed to his specifications.
He was stopped short when Yuri grabbed his hand from behind. Wolfram turned to find that Yuri’s smile was softer than before, his eyes pleading for Wolfram to reconsider. “All that stuff is taken care of; I put Günter on decoration duty. No excuses - you need a break.”
Wolfram hesitated as Yuri squeezed the hand he held, running his thumb along the back of it. He didn’t know whether to scold his fiancé for keeping him from his duties or thank him for being so considerate. Between all of the hectic planning and being host to the foreign dignitaries that had been arriving in a steady stream over the last four days, Wolfram had been constantly running around. Wolfram had assumed that Yuri hadn’t paid very much attention to all of the work that he had been doing for the wedding, but it seemed that Yuri had been noticing. Given Yuri’s normally oblivious nature, Wolfram found it quite refreshing that he had managed to open his eyes and pay minimal attention for a change.
“I insist,” Yuri added with a flippant grin. “It won’t do for you to collapse from stress on our wedding day. What kind of horrible husband would I look like if I let that happen?”
Wolfram couldn’t help the small smile that came to his lips. He would never admit it aloud, but he loved it when Yuri did things like this for him. When they had become a true couple two years ago, Yuri had started to show his love in little ways like this: making time for the two of them to be alone or giving his fiancé unexpected gifts. It was Yuri’s way of making sure that Wolfram knew he was loved above all others - something that Wolfram always seemed to need reassurance about.
“Oh, all right. If it will make you cease this incessant fussing,” Wolfram conceded with an exaggerated sigh, feigning reluctance. Yuri beamed in triumph and began to walk toward the exit that led to the gardens, tugging Wolfram along by the hand.
Wolfram let Yuri hold his hand as they walked out into the gardens, but moved to walk beside him instead of behind. It was only mid-autumn, but the chill in the night air spoke of cold weather ahead. Wolfram was glad that they had chosen this time of year for the wedding; he always pictured that he would walk down an aisle decorated with richly jewel-toned flowers, imagining that the vibrant autumn colors would make the white of his suit stand out all the more.
The gardens looked lovely, the foliage having been carefully manicured in preparation for all of the wedding guests. The flowers had been planted only last week and were all in perfect bloom - Wolfram had chosen the blossoms himself, wanting the coloring to match the décor inside, where the actual events would take place. He had often lamented that tradition demanded that they be married in the Shrine, because Wolfram thought that an outdoor ceremony would have been beautiful. But least this way he didn’t have to worry about rain on top of everything else.
Yuri continued to walk, taking them beyond the gardens and into the woods. “Yuri, where are we going? We left the gardens already,” Wolfram questioned, wondering why Yuri seemed intent upon wandering through the forest at night.
“I know a place. It’s just a little farther,” he replied, not slowing their pace. Wolfram barely managed to swallow his irritation. Why did Yuri always think it necessary to make everything more complicated and time-consuming than it needed to be?
After another few moments of walking, they were out of the dense forest and standing in a small, grassy clearing. Yuri stopped and placed his basket down, letting go of Wolfram’s hand to retrieve something from the basket. He pulled out the blanket and stood, shaking it out and spreading it before them on the ground.
Wolfram wasn’t sure why Yuri had brought him all this way, but he couldn’t help but admire the wonderful view. The thick forest that surrounded the clearing gave Wolfram a sense of privacy, yet it was not so enclosed that it felt confining. Wildflowers grew in small patches around the edge of the clearing and thick grass covered the ground, looking far too short and well-managed to be untouched by the hands of a gardener. Wolfram found himself suspecting that Yuri had some part in making this little enclave look so perfect, and wondered just how long he had been planning their “spontaneous outing.”
After Yuri had laid out the blanket, he motioned for Wolfram to sit as he knelt down to reach into the basket again. Wolfram didn’t object, somewhat curious by this point as to what exactly Yuri had planned for this escapade. As he settled onto the soft blanket, Wolfram found himself gazing up at the night sky. Whisps of clouds blocked out some of the stars, but for the most part the night was clear. Just above the tops of the trees that were all around them, the moon was visible - an unbalanced crescent hanging in the sky. Wolfram let out a disappointed groan as he realized that the moon was in its final quarter.
“What’s wrong?” Yuri asked, sounding somewhat worried despite his best efforts not to.
“I just always thought there would be a full moon on our wedding night,” Wolfram complained.
Yuri paused in riffling through the contents of the picnic basket to look at Wolfram incredulously. “Please don’t tell me that you want to put it off for two weeks so the moon will be full. I think Gwendal might actually kill you, given all the work that went into this.”
“He has no right to complain,” Wolfram snapped, “and neither does anyone else. I’ve been doing all the work.” He crossed his arms indignantly and shot Yuri an annoyed look. “And anyway, wouldn’t you be the slightest bit disappointed if I wanted to put the wedding off?”
“Oh, Wolf,” Yuri said in a placating tone, turning back to the picnic basket, “you know I never cared about the date.”
Wolfram looked around briefly, dearly wishing for something to throw at his idiot fiancé. “What do you mean, you don’t care? Why am I bothering at all, then?” He shifted, turning around so that his back was facing Yuri and giving his head a little extra toss to show his displeasure. Leave it to that wimp to never appreciate anything Wolfram did for him, even their wedding!
He refused to turn, keeping his nose firmly in the air as he heard Yuri settle down behind him. Strong arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him backwards until his back was against Yuri’s chest. Wolfram felt warm puffs of breath on his ear, making him have to tense his body to keep from shivering against his fiancé.
“What I mean to say,” Yuri whispered huskily, his lips brushing against Wolfram’s ear as he spoke, “is that as long as you marry me, I don’t care about anything else. I’d happily marry you while standing in a mud puddle and wearing a burlap sack, if you asked me to. So wait two weeks, or two more years if you want, to make everything perfect. And I’ll wait as long as I have to so our wedding will be everything that you want it to be.”
Most of Wolfram’s righteous anger drained away at the sound of Yuri’s words - Yuri was still dense most of the time, but over the years he had gotten much better with his apologies. Maybe Yuri didn’t quite appreciate the lengths that Wolfram had gone to for their wedding, but at least he had the right idea about getting married.
Even so, Wolfram made sure to speak in a slightly disgruntled tone as he responded, just to ensure that his message was clear. “I suppose that we can still proceed as planned. If you apologize profusely and acknowledge my endless efforts to make this wedding beautiful for you, that is.”
Yuri leaned down and pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to Wolfram’s neck, just above his collar. “I beg your forgiveness,” he began, kissing his way up Wolfram’s neck as he spoke, “for my unthinkable thoughtlessness. And I solemnly swear to atone for my sins…” he paused, moving his lips again to Wolfram’s ear and speaking in a low, throaty voice, “to your satisfaction.”
Wolfram tilted his head just slightly, his eyes slipping shut as the sensuous feeling of Yuri’s supple lips and the incitingly suggestive tone of Yuri’s voice ignited feelings of heat inside him. He revised his earlier assessment…Yuri was exceptional at apologizing.
But he couldn’t let Yuri know that, of course.
Wolfram snapped his eyes open and shrugged his shoulders quickly, effectively removing Yuri’s lips from his ear. “Well,” he said in an aloof tone, “I wouldn’t call that a profuse apology, but I suppose that it will have to do. Now, what did you bring to eat?”
Yuri snickered at the statement, seemingly aware that Wolfram’s put-out attitude was being performed entirely for his benefit. He somehow managed to lean over and drag the picnic basket closer to them without moving away from Wolfram. After a moment, Wolfram looked up to find a bowl of bite-sized pastries being waved in front of his nose.
“Yuri!” he scolded, “Those are for tomorrow night! Did you just swipe those directly off the catering trays?”
Yuri paid Wolfram’s protest no mind as he plucked a pastry from the bowl and popped it into his mouth. “Oh, stop,” he said around his mouthful of stolen dessert. “There were at least three hundred of these in the kitchen, and I only took a dozen.” Yuri swallowed and placed the bowl down next to them. “Besides, we’re going to be so busy greeting everyone tomorrow that we’ll never have time to eat any of this food that you’ve been agonizing over for months. So what’s the harm?”
The next thing Wolfram knew, Yuri had a pastry pinched between his fingers and was holding it in front of Wolfram’s mouth. “Come on, Wolf. Open up,” he teased in an openly flirtatious tone.
Wolfram wanted to say something devastatingly contemptuous, he truly did. But he hadn’t eaten much all day, busy as he was with everything. And he knew from all of his taste testings that these were delicious. It would be a shame to let such wonderful food go to waste. However, he would be damned if he was going to let Yuri feed him. So he reached out and grabbed the pastry from his fiancé’s fingers, and delicately bit into it.
“So,” Wolfram asked Yuri after he had swallowed his dessert, “did you write that speech like I asked you to?” He made sure to ask with just a hint of threat in his voice, because Yuri had been avoiding this particular request for weeks. But it was tradition, and no amount of complaining or procrastinating was going to get Yuri out of it.
“Yes, and I even had Günter read it over for me. It’s about the day I proposed to you,” Yuri declared proudly.
Wolfram tensed, turning his head as much as possible to glare at his fiancé furiously. “If you dare to mention how we ‘accidentally’ got engaged because I unknowingly insulted your mother, I promise you that our wedding night will be most unpleasant.”
Yuri favored Wolfram with an amused look. “I mean, the second time I proposed.”
“Oh, I see.” Wolfram inwardly sighed with relief. He wouldn’t have put it past Yuri to mention his first proposal in jest, and Wolfram would prefer not to be made a laughingstock on his wedding day. “I expect that would be fine, so long as Günter approves of what you’ve written.”
Wolfram moved to turn back around, but Yuri’s fingers brushing against his chin stopped him, gently guiding him to turn and face Yuri. “That’s one of my favorite memories of you, you know,” Yuri said as he slowly leaned his face closer to Wolfram’s, his arms enveloping Wolfram in his warm embrace. “I was so nervous about it, but just seeing how happy you were calmed me down.”
Yuri softly nuzzled his nose along Wolfram’s cheek, each exhale sending a tickle of breath whispering across Wolfram’s skin. Feather-light kisses trailed a lazy path across his jaw and toward his mouth; chaste, yet lingering seductively - the barest hint of what was intended. With a coy smile, Wolfram made certain to turn his head just enough so that their lips didn’t meet.
“One of your favorites?” Wolfram asked teasingly, as he wrapped his arms around Yuri’s shoulders, allowing himself to be pulled closer. “What, then, is your most treasured memory of me?”
Undaunted at being denied his fiancé’s lips, Yuri moved his kisses to Wolfram’s neck. Each kiss was longer and more demanding than the last, Yuri’s lips parting further, his arms holding tighter. Yuri gave a low hum against Wolfram’s neck as if he was considering the question, but Wolfram knew that the sound and vibration were intended only to entice. Wolfram let his head fall backwards, allowing those insistent lips to roam at their will.
“My favorite memory,” Yuri said breathily, his lips moving along Wolfram’s neck, and then parting to let his tongue flick out, “is our first…time.”
Wolfram could understand perfectly why the first time they had made love was Yuri’s most cherished memory of him. That was the night that Wolfram truly began to think of them as lovers in every sense of the word - not necessarily because of the act itself, but what it had meant for their future.
It had been soon after Yuri’s second, intentional, proposal that Wolfram began to insist that their relationship become physical. Three years of unrequited lust was more than enough, he had decided, and now that their marriage was inevitable he had declared that it was time. Yuri had been very reluctant, protesting that there was no rush…but Yuri’s refusal had infuriated Wolfram, because he thought it was an indication that Yuri had still not accepted their engagement fully.
So he had pushed and Yuri had resisted until, one night, Wolfram had demanded an explanation. It had warmed his heart when Yuri confessed to being afraid both of disappointing Wolfram, given his inexperience, and hurting him, given the nature of the act. Wolfram didn’t remember all of the details, but the discussion led to a passionate kiss, and then into their bed.
Neither of them had any experience with sex, so it hadn’t been perfect. There had been the requisite blushing and awkwardness, the moments where neither of them was sure what to do or how to touch each other. And, honestly, it had been rather painful that first time - although Wolfram made great efforts to hide this fact from Yuri, he had seemed to know. But the more they were together the more comfortable they became with each other, and their sexual relationship slowly evolved into one that was fulfilling and pleasurable for both of them. Despite the embarrassment and discomfort of their first time together, though, the memories of that night were something that both of them treasured because of everything that had passed between them. That night had been a promise of what their love could become.
There was a slight tug at Wolfram’s neck as Yuri unhooked the chains on his collar and started to untie his cravat. “Is that so?” Wolfram mused as the white cloth was undone, and Yuri slipped it off of his neck while giving an affirmative hum. The question was unnecessary, but Wolfram hadn’t asked because he was interested in the answer: the longer he kept stalling, the longer he denied his fiancé what he was seeking, the more satisfying it would be for both of them.
With that thought, Wolfram pulled away from Yuri and cast a demure, coquettish glance at his lover. In the beginning, Wolfram’s impatient nature had urged him to rush through their foreplay and practically race toward completion. Over time, though, he had learned the value in withholding himself from Yuri, taking their time, delaying the inevitable.
Not to mention that it drove Yuri crazy when Wolfram toyed with him like this.
Yuri gazed at Wolfram with lidded eyes, his desire more than evident by the provocative look they displayed. Wolfram adopted his best winsome expression, shifting his weight as if he were about to pull further away. His movements had the intended effect, he noted, as a satisfied and somewhat predatory grin formed on Yuri’s face and he reached his arms around Wolfram, holding him in place. It was a common dance between them, but one that they never seemed to tire of.
The warm hands that had come to rest in the middle of Wolfram’s back lowered, gliding down his clothed body. Yuri’s touch lingered fleetingly on the small of his back, and then moved again, Yuri digging his fingers firmly into Wolfram’s hips. Yuri pulled Wolfram forward slowly, guiding him closer, not once breaking eye contact. Wolfram allowed himself to be led, sliding toward his fiancé willingly, responding to Yuri’s silent command by repositioning himself so that he sat astride his lover’s hips.
The next instant, all manner of subtlety was lost as Yuri wrapped his arms around Wolfram’s waist and yanked Wolfram into his embrace. He pulled them tightly against one another, their bodies joined from groin to chest and their lips separated by too little space to rightly call them separated. Wolfram let a breathy gasp escape him, knowing that was the reaction that Yuri was looking for. In response, Yuri’s hands moved again down Wolfram’s back, this time tugging the material of Wolfram’s shirt free before slipping his hands under the hem and caressing the skin beneath.
A roguish grin formed on Yuri’s face as he leaned forward, meaning for their lips to meet at last. Wolfram had been expecting as much, though, and quickly pulled back, reaching down and picking one of the pastries from the bowl that was beside them. He placed it into this mouth; but just halfway, knowing that the treat hanging from his lips would only tempt Yuri further. Yuri’s grin became a playful smirk as he took in the inviting look in Wolfram’s eyes, and he leaned forward again, his mouth closing around the sweet.
They each pulled on their end of the pastry lightly as their lips brushed together around the flaky shell of the dessert, neither eager to pull it apart quickly. Wolfram tugged a little harder, pulling away, pleased when Yuri leaned in further and pressed their mouths together more adamantly. But after only a few moments, the delicate treat split down the center, forcing them to break their kiss to swallow it. Yuri wasted no time, inclining forward again, but Wolfram placed a finger to his lips, making him pause.
“You have sugar on your lip,” Wolfram whispered as he removed his finger from his lover’s mouth. “Allow me.” At that, he weaved a hand into Yuri’s hair, tilting his head backwards a bit. Wolfram lowered his mouth near to his fiancé’s, but did not let them touch just yet. Yuri panted very slightly as he anticipated Wolfram’s kiss, his breath tinged with sweetness from the dessert. Wolfram parted his lips and exhaled, his own breath mingling with Yuri’s intimately and washing over Yuri’s skin, causing him to shiver in pleasure and impatience. Finally Wolfram moved, leaning down and licking across Yuri’s upper lip with the tip of his tongue and eliciting a gasp. Wolfram angled his head, allowing their lips to barely brush for a brief moment before he allowed Yuri to have his kiss.
The sound Yuri made, deep in his throat, as he crushed their mouths together was something akin to a growl. He kissed Wolfram with ravenous hunger and Wolfram responded in kind, his own desire rising as Yuri continued to make little noises of pleasure. He groaned a bit as Yuri pulled him closer and he felt his lover’s arousal pressed against his through the layers of clothing that separated them.
Wolfram broke the kiss suddenly, taking pride in the irritated groan that came from Yuri. Bringing a hand near to his face, Wolfram made sure to lock his eyes with Yuri’s as he began to lick the powdered sugar that was still clinging to his finger. He ran his tongue slowly up the entire length of it before closing his lips around the tip. Wolfram pulled his finger from his lips with a wet, sucking sound, trying not to grin at the lascivious way that Yuri was leering at him.
“Mmm,” Wolfram purred as his tongue swept across his swollen lips, “these are wonderful. What else do you have in that basket?”
Although still panting, Yuri managed a suggestive smile. “See for yourself,” he crooned, indicating the picnic basket with a motion of his head.
Wolfram reached into the basket, which was just behind Yuri, and began to dig through it. He barely managed to stifle a gasp when Yuri’s lips closed around his earlobe, sucking and then gently nibbling on it, teeth lightly scraping the skin. Wolfram tried to ignore the motions of Yuri’s mouth as he riffled through the basket, his hand encountering some soft linens before his fingers finally brushed against a glass bottle. He pulled the bottle out with a flourish, pulling away from Yuri to examine it.
“Well, well,” he murmured as a wry smile formed on his face, “I suppose you planned this?” He tilted the corked flask in front of Yuri’s face, the oil in it sloshing around as he did so.
“Maybe,” Yuri replied mischievously, his hands rubbing in slow circles along the skin of Wolfram’s back.
Wolfram sighed dramatically. “You think I’m that easy, I gather?” He shot Yuri a pout to demonstrate how truly injured he was by the assumption, but Yuri’s unflinching smile seemed to show that he wasn’t buying Wolfram’s act for a moment.
“Not at all. But I do find you irresistible,” Yuri confessed as he took the flask from Wolfram’s hand. He set the flask down, then placed the partially empty bowl of pasties back into the basket and pushed it away.
“So what, pray tell, made you believe that I was going to roll over and cater to your every whim on the eve of our wedding?” Wolfram wondered, his voice teasing yet haughty. “By all rights, I should make you wait until tomorrow. Goodness knows you’ve impugned my honor enough as it is.” He had absolutely no desire to stop, of course…in fact, he was still inwardly rejoicing over the fact that Yuri had thought to bring the oil. But as far as Wolfram was concerned, teasing Yuri was the most fun he could have while still clothed.
A rush of pleasure shot through Wolfram as Yuri brushed a hand against the bulge in his trousers. Another hand gripped his neck, pulling Wolfram forward so that Yuri could whisper in his ear.
“I swear, my intentions are nothing but pure,” he said in a low voice, stroking Wolfram’s clothed erection as he spoke.
Wolfram shuddered against Yuri, biting back a moan as Yuri touched him in exactly the right way; just the right rhythm, just the right pressure. Even through the clothing, the sensations were amazingly stimulating. As much as Wolfram enjoyed teasing Yuri, Yuri took just as much gratification in dissolving Wolfram’s coyness and making him squirm with overwhelming need.
And, eventually, Wolfram would give in, opening himself to his lover…but for now, he would be the one doing the seducing.
Wolfram gave a lustful but discontented groan in Yuri’s ear as he grabbed Yuri’s wrist, stilling his hand and then moving it away from the front of his trousers. “Your intentions will wait until I give permission,” he said in a low voice, moving to lavish rough, insistent kisses along Yuri’s neck, nipping at his skin adamantly. Bringing a hand to the collar of Yuri’s jacket, Wolfram popped open the top button, his fingers brushing along the newly exposed skin as he moved his mouth along Yuri’s neck, and then down to dip his tongue into the hollow of his throat. Yuri let out a groan, but Wolfram stifled it with a forceful kiss.
Yuri tried to quickly escalate the kiss, pressing their lips harder against each other with each movement, but Wolfram leaned backwards, breaking the kiss before letting their mouths meet again. Reluctantly, Yuri settled on a slower pace, allowing Wolfram to nibble at him playfully. Unexpectedly, Wolfram felt warm hands running along his bare chest, and he wondered when Yuri had unfastened his jacket and shirt. He could sense Yuri’s urgent, desperate desire in the fervent movements of his hands and lips, the tension in his body and the quickened, noticeably labored breathing. But there was also something more that lurked just beneath the surface - an almost frenzied impatience, an overwhelming primal need, a craving that Wolfram knew only he could satisfy.
Wolfram smiled into the kiss as he allowed it to slowly build in intensity. He permitted Yuri to push his shirt off of his shoulders, enjoying the feeling of Yuri’s hands trailing down his chest and stomach and stroking his skin vehemently. Wolfram ended the kiss, though, when he felt fingers pulling at the fastening on his pants. He put a hand to Yuri’s chest and pressed him backwards until he was lying flat against the blanket, and then Wolfram leaned down as well, moving to lap at the triangle of dusty skin where Yuri’s collar was undone.
“Not yet,” Wolfram whispered commandingly, delighting in the way Yuri gasped and his fingers dug into Wolfram’s shoulders. Wolfram unbuttoned Yuri’s jacket and shirt slowly; his fingers making a teasingly soft path down Yuri’s chest. His mouth followed, tasting every inch of Yuri’s naked skin and leaving a track of wetness along his chest and stomach. Yuri let out a low, whining moan as Wolfram’s mouth came to his waistband, sucking eagerly on the sensitive skin. He pushed his tongue below the hem of Yuri’s trousers, and in response Yuri thrust his hips upward in a silent demand for contact.
After a quick motion, the fastening to Yuri’s trousers was opened and Wolfram hooked his fingers around the waistband of Yuri’s trousers and underwear, tugging the material down Yuri’s hips. Yuri gasped as his erection was freed from his clothes, but Wolfram paid it no mind. Instead, he showered deliberately slow kisses along Yuri’s stomach and then his thighs, extremely aware of how his lover’s frustration was building.
Yuri let out a pleading whimper after a few moments of relentless torment, and Wolfram decided, with a satisfied grin, to indulge his fiancé. Wolfram ran his tongue along the underside of Yuri’s arousal, reveling in the sensual moaning that came from above him. He swept his tongue over and around the head slowly, lingering fleetingly on the spots he knew were most sensitive. Yuri moaned his name then, and Wolfram felt his own arousal peak with the knowledge that he was giving his lover such pleasure. There was no more beautiful or captivating sound than Yuri moaning his name in the throes of passion; the sultry way Yuri said his name suddenly made Wolfram every bit as eager to be taken as Yuri was to take him.
Wolfram moved, sliding up Yuri’s body and pressing his lips against Yuri’s ear. “I want you,” he moaned, his voice part seduction and part demand. “Now.”
The next instant, Wolfram was lying on his back as Yuri hurriedly divested them of their clothing. Once he had stripped them both, Yuri leaned in, climbing atop Wolfram and moving his mouth in frantic kisses along Wolfram’s neck and collarbone. Wolfram clawed at his back, all pretense of slow seduction lost as instinctive, animal lust took them over. As Yuri’s heated skin rubbed maddeningly against his own, all thoughts fled from Wolfram’s mind, save the mindless and all-encompassing need for the sinful indulgence of sex.
Yuri’s hands ran over the length of Wolfram’s body, making him gasp in impatience. Wolfram reached around them, groping blindly for the flask of oil, moaning blissfully as Yuri settled between his thighs, rubbing their erections together. Yuri kissed Wolfram with fierce ardor and thrust against him, groaning into Wolfram’s mouth as he did so.
Finally, Wolfram’s fingers closed around the cool glass bottle, and he broke their kiss as he uncorked it. Yuri lavished open-mouthed kisses along Wolfram’s chest as Wolfram poured some of the oil onto his hand, not caring that it dripped all over the blanket. With some difficulty, he managed to replace the cork and tossed the bottle aside, quickly rubbing his slick hands together to warm the oil.
Yuri pulled away a bit so that Wolfram could reach between them and wrap his fingers around Yuri’s arousal. He stroked Yuri with one hand and then the other to coat him fully, his fingers sliding over the slippery skin with ease. Wolfram squeezed just slightly as his grip reached the head, causing Yuri to moan against him.
Wolfram wrapped his arms and legs around Yuri, his oil-slick hands running along Yuri’s back; a signal that he was ready to proceed. He titled his hips, trying to relax his muscles as Yuri positioned himself to enter him. They shared a brief but passionate kiss before beginning, Wolfram holding tight to Yuri and bracing himself for the bit of pain that he knew was coming, Yuri lying his head on Wolfram’s shoulder for support.
Wolfram shut his eyes tightly as Yuri pushed into him slowly, gently, pausing after every motion to check for any pained reaction. They never rushed this part, no matter how strong the desire to hurry. Wolfram felt Yuri’s hands massaging his sides and hips, rubbing in soothing circles, trying to help ease the discomfort. With every movement, the pain lessened as he became accustomed to Yuri’s length, and soon he was mewling softly, angling his hips so that Yuri could fill him more deeply.
Yuri gave a quiet grunt as Wolfram began to push up against him, urging Yuri to move. Wolfram’s skin seemed to tingle as Yuri began to rock against him with shallow thrusts, adjusting his position slightly each time, looking for the right angle before setting a rhythm. With every motion, Wolfram’s skin got hotter and his mind became hazier; nothing mattered any longer except the exquisite way that his nerves pulsed as Yuri thrust into him.
Wolfram’s eyes flew open and he gasped, digging his nails into Yuri’s shoulders as a wave of searing heat engulfed him, forming the beginnings of a building pressure deep within him. A loud groan escaped him as Yuri found the same spot again and set a faster rhythm. Wolfram’s pulse throbbed in his ears as Yuri plunged into him over and over, each thrust increasing the intensity of the pleasure that coursed through him. Yuri let out a rasping moan as he increased his speed further; sweat dripping from his brow and onto Wolfram’s chest.
Wolfram threw his head back, panting uncontrollably as Yuri’s every motion sent a surge of exhilaration through him. He heard Yuri moan in ecstasy and his hands gripped Wolfram’s hips and pulled Wolfram’s body against his forcefully, letting him bury himself more deeply. Wolfram let out a sharp cry as Yuri struck that place inside him, the pleasure so intense that it sent him nearly to the edge.
A breathless groan and a shudder from Yuri told Wolfram that he was close, trying to hold back his orgasm. Wolfram reached down, stroking himself in time with Yuri’s rhythm, knowing that Yuri would want him to find his release first. It took only a few strokes to reach his climax, the feel of Yuri’s body and the sound of Yuri’s adamant moaning making the sensations more acute. And then the pressure inside him reached its peak and he was letting out a strangled gasp as the swell of pleasure overtook him, the surge of euphoria carrying him away.
Yuri’s arms around his shoulders brought him back to the moment, and Wolfram enveloped Yuri in his embrace as Yuri let himself go with one last powerful thrust. Yuri’s groan was muffled against Wolfram’s neck, his body tensing sharply. After a long moment they both began to relax, their tightly coiled muscles slackening as they basked in the joy of holding each other, of being joined in the most intimate of ways.
They lay there together for a short time, enjoying the heady feelings of satiation that pooled inside them as their pulses and breathing slowed. Soon, though, Wolfram stirred, his position uncomfortable now that there was no surging pleasure to distract him. Yuri withdrew with a slight moan and, after a quick kiss, Yuri moved off of him to reach over to the basket. He pulled out two washcloths, and handed one to Wolfram who cleaned himself off as best he could; he would take a bath a bit later.
Yuri lay down beside him and Wolfram snuggled up next to his fiancé, grateful when Yuri’s arms came around him to warm him. The drying sweat on his body made the night seem cooler than before, but lying next to Yuri gave him warmth, inside and out. His fingers began to stroke across the skin of Yuri’s chest, idly tracing in slow patterns…even this simple touch seemed so intimate and sensual when he was with Yuri.
“You know,” Yuri began quietly, “I was thinking today about when I first realized that I loved you.”
“Oh?” Wolfram inquired curiously, his fingers still moving teasingly along Yuri’s skin, “and when was that, exactly?”
He felt, rather than saw, Yuri’s’ smile as Yuri pressed a kiss to his temple. “It was love at first sight.”
The motions of Wolfram’s fingers stopped immediately and he pushed himself up on his elbows to look his fiancé in the eye, a scowl crossing his face. “Yuri, don’t think for once second that I’m going to believe that pseudo-romantic drivel. The reality is that we knew each other and were engaged for three whole years before anything real happened between us. That is hardly ‘love at first sight.’ So don’t treat me like I’m some sort of overly sentimental idiot who is going to start swooning over any sweet nothings you whisper to me, no matter how stupid they are.”
Yuri gave Wolfram a soothing smile. “But it was, in a way.” Wolfram rolled his eyes, completely unconvinced, and Yuri chuckled softly at Wolfram’s skeptical expression before beginning to speak again.
“No, really. I remember we were in the library; I was reading some moldy old thing Günter had demanded that I finish and you were keeping me company. And I don’t know why, but I looked up at you and our eyes met, and it was like everything changed in an instant. I remember you smiled at me, and then my mouth went dry and I couldn’t breathe, everything stopped moving and it was as if we were the only two people in the world. And I thought to myself that I had never truly seen you before, not like I did then. In that moment, I was seeing you without fear or prejudice or confusion clouding my vision. I saw the person who had always been with me, and always would. I saw something I had never thought to ask for, but was better than I had ever dared to hope for. And I knew then that I loved you, that I wanted to spend my life loving you, and that I never wanted to let you go.”
Wolfram stared in astonishment as Yuri gave him a warm smile and reached up to caress his cheek. “Even though I had known you for three years, I had never been able to see you until that moment. And once I did, there was no doubt in my mind. So it was love at first sight.”
Wolfram’s gaze softened, and he smiled down at Yuri. “You brought me out here to tell me that, didn’t you?”
Yuri’s hand moved to cup Wolfram’s cheek, and he looked up at his fiancé with the most loving eyes Wolfram had ever seen. “I did,” he whispered as he gently pulled Wolfram down into a kiss.
The kiss was rather chaste as their kisses went: slightly parted lips pressed together lightly, lingering for a long moment. There was no hunger or lust in the kiss; it wasn’t one of those kisses they so often shared that was overflowing with passion and need. But it didn’t need to be. That simple, innocent kiss sent Wolfram’s heart racing and made his body tingle with warmth. As he pulled back and rested his head on Yuri’s shoulder, Wolfram couldn’t remember a time when he was more contented.
After a few minutes of silence, Yuri heaved a reluctant sigh and stirred, giving Wolfram a gentle squeeze. “Well, I guess we should be getting back.” He moved to sit up, but Wolfram put a hand to Yuri’s chest and pushed him back down.
“Let’s wait a little longer,” Wolfram suggested as he leaned over to press a kiss to Yuri’s cheek. He settled himself down next to Yuri again, nestling his face into the crook of Yuri’s neck.
“But what about your decorations?”
Wolfram wrapped his arms around Yuri and pulled him close, pressing their bodies together as he gazed deeply into Yuri’s eyes. “It doesn’t matter,” he whispered against Yuri’s mouth. And it didn’t. Wolfram doubted that, ten days from now, he’d even be able to remember what the decorations looked like - but for the rest of his life, he would remember this moment as the beginning of his marriage. No vows had been spoken yet, nor any papers signed, but that didn’t change what was important: that the man Wolfram held in his arms was his husband, his beloved, and his best friend. No matter how vibrant the decorations or how dazzling the flowers, they paled in comparison to that.
The End
Beta’d by the wonderful, incomparable Triskell! *much love*
And thanks to sp_kathrine for telling me this was good enough to post. ^_^