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Who: Murata and Wolfram
What: NC-17
Summary: Yay anal beads! :D
Wolfram released a long, dramatic sigh as he threw himself onto his and Murata’s bed, not hesitating to drop his sword from his side along with his boots, cravat, belt, and chain. He undid his coat then lay back on the bed, stretching out and sighing once again. “Do you have any idea what my brother put me through all this morning? I swear, we must’ve really pissed him off going to Earth like that…but really, we’re married! It’s none of his business.” Wolfram hmphed purposefully and crossed his arms over his chest.
Murata was in a bathrobe and polishing his glasses. He was nice and clean and wonderful after taking a bath. After all, it wasn't like Murata did anything all day, that was why he liked the castle so much... Shinou had to do all the priestesses' work back at the Temple and Murata got to stay here and have sex with Wolfram. It was nice.
In either case, he finished cleaning his glasses and put them on, blinking until his eyes adjusted. "I might have an idea... it IS Gwendal, after all." He frowned, not liking to see a pooped out Wolfram. "Listen..." He leaned over to stroke at Wolfram's hair. "He'll cool off. It's like you said. We're married and... I'm sorry. It's all my fault for taking you there in the first place, right?"
Wolfram shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Don't apologize. I wanted to go, too…and if I have to endure this stupid training of his, then I will and it'll just make me a better man in the end." With all the working out that Wolfram seemed to do, it would seem that he would have bulked up or at least tanned a little, but no. He was still as pale and lean as ever.
"But I'm tired of talking about it. Now that it's over I just want to lay here and relax with you." He smiled and rolled over onto his stomach, looking up at Murata cutely. "Can I do that?"
"Well..." Murata fidgeted. Wolfram's eyes were so huge and adorable and he seemed like he really DID have a long day and... maybe relaxing would do him some good but... Murata was in a bathrobe, damnit. "I don't know about relaxing..." His grin spread all the way across his face.
Wolfram blinked a few times and lifted an eyebrow, scooting a bit across the bed to get closer to Murata. "..well you know…I am pretty stressed out. I could some sort of…de-stressing." So Wolfram wasn't very good with words, but he figured Murata would get the picture.
Murata's eyes brightened, which kind of caused his glasses to glow. "Wolfram..." He trailed off for a moment before making a quite obvious side glance toward the edge of the bed, indicating the box underneath. "What kind of husband would I be if I couldn't de-stress you?"
"A bad one, that's what." Wolfram giggled softly, following Murata's eyes downward. They…well, it had been quite a while since anything had gone in him and he was seriously hoping that he was healed enough because his butt missed having something in it ;_; His previous injury hadn't hurt for a while so it was certainly worth a shot, at least.
"Wolfram." Murata said suddenly, turning to his husband and placing a hand under his chin, looking him directly in the eyes. "It's been a really long time. You've healed... right?" Wolfram hadn't been complaining and as much as Murata liked having his peenhole filled, he was sure Wolfram missed that too and... well... Murata had some interesting ideas.
"Um.." Wolfram cast a glance back and gave a little nod. "I'm assuming so. It hasn't hurt at all in a while so…we can give it a shot?" Really, if Murata wanted he could look and see if it looked uh, normal, but…well…Wolfram wasn't sure that his husband would want to do that.
Murata's expression did a 180 and he smiled brightly. "Good!" He then leaned in for a quick kiss and slid off the bed to grab the box of toys. "You know..." He began talking as he rummaged through the container. "Your brother really isn't all that bad, remember? After all he gave us... these." And he found what he was looking for, a strand of pink, rubber anal beads. Wolfram had thrown them across the room way back when, but Murata had retrieved them. His expression hadn't changed at all. "You wouldn't mind, would you? I'll even let you top me with them in." Fuck that's hot.
Wolfram stared quite blankly at the strand of beads in Murata's hand, slowly looking back and forth between them and his husband. Had he gone insane? "..but…but you said that those weren't even good for men. And..and that they were creepy and we agreed that we didn't like them." Not to mention, topping with the beads already in? What if Murata's butt ate them?
Oh, no. Murata's butt wouldn't be the one to be eating them. That would be Wolfram's. Murata's butt was busy going to be plugged by a Wolfram!peen. "Well, I changed my mind. They're pink and besides, they have a nifty little handle that prevents accidents and will let me pull them out easily." He could hardly believe he was saying most of this, but wolfram was his husband and if he couldn't talk about this stuff with Wolfram, then he couldn't talk about it with anyone. "Aren't you... curious?"
"Well…I mean…yeah, I guess, a little. Because they don't seem appealing at all yet obviously some people enjoy them. But…but what if they hurt or something??" Wolfram really didn't know how some little pink balls were going to hurt him when Murata's massive peen didn't, but hey, it could happen!
"If they hurt you..." Murata was spinning the beads on his finger now, slightly amused. "We can just use them on me. You're not backing out of this, are you? I mean.. we could use something else in here..." He dug around until he pulled out a buttplug, a cockring and a rotary dildo. "Would you rather use one of these?"
Wolfram's eye twitched noticeably and he shook his head quickly. Those looked way scarier than the happy little beads e_e "Not unless they're used on you first. I was injured!"
Murata laughed and put the other toys back in the box. "Then anal beads it is." He handed the pink string and some of the lube that was in the box to Wolfram. "We don't have to use them right now. Only when you're ready and..." He made his way back onto the bed, beaming at his husband. "If you're really that scared, I'll let you use them on me first. But... I really wanted to do something for you now that you're healed..."
"I'm not scared!" Wolfram immediately interjected, frowning a bit. He wasn't afraid of some little rubber beads, especially not pink ones! He raised himself up onto his hands and knees and turned, pushing his ass in Murata's face and waving it around. "Go ahead, put them in! I'm not afraid at all!"
Murata reeled back a moment, but only out of shock. It was only for a split second, however, because the next thing he knew, he had grabbed Wolfram's ass by the thighs and pulled his husband down onto his lap. "Alright." His voice was law and barely audible and he pressed a kiss to the back of Wolfram's neck. "I'll stop if it hurts, you know I will."
Wolfram shivered slightly and closed his eyes, chewing on his bottom lip nervously. Okay, so yeah, maybe he was a little scared. There really wasn't any reason to be, but it had been so long since anything had been inside him and what if it hurt or what if it tore his wounds back open? "It's..it's okay. I know."
"It's smaller than I am." Murata said with a reassuring grin. "If we're going to make sure you're healed, you might as well start slow, right?" He gave Wolfram a playful squeeze and kissed the back of his ear before letting his husband go from his grasp. He was smiling and being optimistic about it, but really... if Wolfram wasn't healed enough to take Murata, Murata didn't want to risk that chance. He'd just have to break Wolfram in again, that's all! <3
Well, Wolfram had to admit that it made sense. Start small and slowly work up to Murata's peen. Eeh, he missed it, too ;_; He wiggled a little on Murata's lap and began tugging at the belt of the Sage's robe, already anxious to begin. He was going to get to have Murata again :D
Murata let out a soft chuckle leaned up to kiss Wolfram with a renewed sort of freshness. He was going to have Wolfram and this time, they wouldn't have to be constantly worrying about Wolfram exploding with blood or pain! ... or at least... not so much.
Eh, but still his hands fumbled with the buttons on Wolfram's shirt. It seemed his front wasn't working as well as he had wanted.
Wolfram smiled a little at Murata's cute, fumbling hands, slowly sliding the belt of the robe through his fingers like an expert. "Are you scared, Mura?" It was a taunt, yes, but it wasn't as cruel sounding as it was just lovingly teasing.
"Scared?" Murata had blundered his way through to the last button and unleashed a just-as-pale-as-ever Wolfram chest. "Wh-wh-wh-what would I have to be scared about?" He frowned at his stutter and cleared his throat, fisting the loose fabric of Wolfram's undershirt in his hands. "I'm not scared. I'm... excited."
"Excited?" Wolfram's smiled widens and tugs the belt, starting to slowly push the edges of the robe aside to get at the yummy Mura flesh underneath, his fingertips slowly dragging across the smooth surface. "…me too. It's..well, how long has it been exactly? A few weeks at least."
Murata's eyes closed slowly, absorbing Wolfram's touch. His hands drifted alone Wolfram's pale, but built abs, and then up his chest slowly, as if he had never ventured there before. "More like... more like years." His voice was shallow, as if he wasn't sure what he was saying, except that his mind wanted him to say it.
Wolfram snorted softly in amusement and leaned forward to press a short, chaste kiss to Murata's lips. "I know for a fact it hasn't been YEARS exactly, but…it feels like it, I know." He pressed his lips to Murata's once more in another light, sweet kiss as his hands pushed the robe off of the Sage's shoulders and took the opportunity to re-explore the pale, lanky body that he loved so much, starting with Murata's arms.
Murata knew he was supposed to be the one all over Wolfram, but he couldn't help himself right now. Wolfram taking the initiative like that made Murata melt into the bed, and with each kiss Wolfram gave him, another muscle that would have held Murata upright stopped working and he sank onto the pillows.
But it wasn't fair that Murata got to be naked in one step and he still had yet to rip off Wolfram's clothes. A weak hand went up to pull off Wolfram's shirt entirely, but it only succeeded in grabbing the collar and pulling Wolfram down on top of him.
Wolfram couldn't help but laugh as he was tugged down onto Murata, his lower half conveniently wiggling its way in-between the Sage's thighs. Murata had always been cute, but when had he gotten to be so adorable? He pressed another kiss to those cute, pink lips, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Someone seems nervous."
"I'm not nervous." Murata whispered in determination, brushing Wolfram's blond hair behind his ears. "I'm in love and there's a difference." He leaned up and pressed his lips to Wolfram's in a sure and confident kiss, lips moving to nip at Wolfram's bottom lip to show that he wasn't a total loss.
Wolfram melted a little and it was noticeable, especially since it took him a moment to begin kissing back, he was so lost in his thoughts. Of course he had known that Murata loved him but…it was always a nice reminder. He pulled out of the kiss for a moment to whisper a rushed "Iloveyoutoo" then dove back down to claim those luscious lips again, sucking and nibbling on Murata's bottom lip with newly-found fervor.
Aw, see, once Murata got himself heated up, then things were alright again. His nervousness seemed to dissipate the more he kissed Wolfram and soon his arms were tightly wrapped around him and he was spinning over on the bed, pinning Wolfram against the pillows with more kisses, Wolfram still between his legs. He had to come up for air eventually, but he didn't want to. To compensate for this, Murata decided he'd finally remove Wolfram's shirt the rest of the way.
And then all of Wolfram's seme-ly thoughts that he had been having earlier were washed away, and he was more than happy to go along with it. He had missed being uke, after all. So he laid back on the bed and squirmed and writhed like a good little uke, cheeks flushed and lips rosy from kissing, and he had to wonder why they didn't do that more often. But then Murata pulled away and he frowned a bit, weaving his hands in the back of the Sage's hair and trying to pull him back down for more.
When Murata was successful in making the top half of Wolfram naked, he was more than happy to comply with his husband's request and captured his lips once more. In his shuffling, Murata was no longer directly on top of Wolfram, but this was fine as he used the top of his knee to grind against Wolfram and his hand trailed up and down his side and stomach and chest. Wolfram's skin was smooth and even and Murata's hands slid across it easily which was good, because it made for more concentration on kissing.
Wolfram moaned softly and started to squirm more, trying to grind himself against the knee that had made itself available while at the same time trying to push himself upward towards Murata's hands to urge them to molest more. Not to mention, he still had kissing to concentrate on, which was slowly getting sloppier as he tried to multitask, tongues clashing and teeth clicking against each other. Oh well, he was trying!
Oh, Murata really didn't care if the kissing was sloppy. He was kissing Wolfram and that was enough to make his head spin. The moan wolfram had let out, however, encouraged Murata to continue his molestation, his thumb grazing over an exposed nipple in the process. He stopped and let his thumb and forefinger roll themselves across the nub until it hardened. And, satisfied, he went back to kissing a little less sloppily.
The arm he was using to hold himself up brushed slightly against the anal beads and he was suddenly reminded of his goal. But... they could wait a few more minutes. Murata was happy devouring his husband right now. Wolfram's butt could devour those in a bit.
Wolfram had completely forgotten about the anal beads. No, he was far too caught up in being physically worshipped by his loving husband…and the fact that there was a hand playing with his nipple, which made his chest raise up, wanting more attention as he exhaled dramatically. "M-Mura.." He panted out against Murata's lips, his hips trying to grind against anything available. Oh he was already ready…
Murata held his breath and enclosed his hand around the lube that was sitting next to the anal beads for a moment before letting it go and sitting up just enough to start undoing Wolfram's pants. It wasn't hard to get the pants off considering they were probably a burden for Wolfram at this point. He could no longer reach Wolfram's lips as he worked, so he settled for kissing his neck and shoulders as he tugged at the strings of Wolfram's lovely little panties.
Hee panties :D Wolfram wiggled around and lifted his hips to help Murata remove his lower clothing. In his mind, the anal beads were out of the equation and he and Murata were just going to do it like they always did before his injury. He let out a soft sigh of relief when his peen was finally released from its bindings into the cold air.
Aw, Wolfram's peen was so pretty that Murata had to touch it. So he did. He touched it nine times; some long strokes and some short. He sat up fully, now, and took the lube in his hands, putting a generous amount on his fingers and crawling between Wolfram's legs and spreading them. His finger circled Wolfram's entrance and it seemed relatively normal, and when he pushed it inside, it felt tighter than it normally did, but other than that, it was fine. Murata breathed out a sigh of relief.
Wolfram normally would've tensed and started fretting about Murata nearing his entrance and perhaps reopening old wounds but he was too distracted by the peen touching that went on beforehand to really even notice anything until Murata's finger was already inside. He raised himself on his arms a bit to look downwards, his head tilted slightly. "..does it feel normal?" Because it did on his end.
Murata smiled and crawled over to deliver a kiss to Wolfram's lips. "It's perfect. You're back, Wolfram." He continued to give Wolfram kisses like that and pressing just the one finger in, massaging his inner walls until it felt loose enough for him to squeeze in another finger. Murata pulled back both to breathe and to study Wolfram's face for signs of pain.
Since it hadn't been used like this in a while, Wolfram winced a little, feeling slight pain and discomfort as he was stretched, but it wasn't anything that he couldn't handle. He just needed Murata to find that spot of his and he'd be good as gold. "M-Mura…" He panted softly, shifting a bit and spreading his legs wider. "Still good down t-there?"
Murata frowned, not liking the wince he saw on Wolfram's face and he kissed at his cheeks as if that would make it go away. "It's good on my end but... maybe you're not fully healed..." He didn't like the pain on Wolfram's face. Sure, he had seen that look once before and didn't stop but this situation was different. Wolfram really could be hurt. He pulled out his second finger and pressed his first finger in all the way now that Wolfram was at least stretched and crooked it, locating that spongy spot which would make the pained expression on Wolfram's face disappear.
"No! It's not that sort of pain, it's just a-Aaaah!" Well…Wolfram had been trying to tell Murata that it was okay, but then Murata pressed against his prostate and, well…he figured that his sudden cry and the upward jerk of his hips would be as good a sign as any that he was a-ok. He wrapped his arms tightly around Murata's back, squirming around under him. "Do that again.." Because he had missed this kind of stimulation <3
Suddenly Murata's face started to glow and he really couldn't say anything worthwhile, so he settled for doing as Wolfram requested and pressed his finger against that spot once more. He had missed Wolfram being like this, too... yeah, Murata had blown him a few times, but he had to do it in awkward positions and he had to be careful of Wolfram's peenhole...
Murata's own peen twitched and he mentally glared at it. It wanted to change places with his finger, but Murata wasn't going to allow that. He was going to shove these anal beads in there and Wolfram was going to like it.
Wolfram tilted his head back and moaned loudly, his eyelids heavy over lust-filled eyes and his nails pressed against Murata's back. Oh…oh how he had missed this. Being caressed from the inside. "D-don't stop, Mura…" Of course, he wasn't really thinking about it in the long run. No, at that point, Wolfram just knew that it felt really good and he didn't want it to go away.
Murata, on the other hand, knew what it was like to have Wolfram explode prematurely and he wasn't going to let that happen. He grinned, whispered Wolfram's name softly and planted a kiss to the side of Wolfram's neck, instead, and re-inserted a second finger. It went in a lot easier this time as Wolfram's muscles were incredibly relaxed.
Wolfram whined a bit but shut up when he felt a second finger being pressed in, squirming around and trying to get both fingers to press up against that spot again. The only problem now was… "Mura…" He whispered, looking up at his husband, face flushed and hair ruffled. "Forget the beads. I want you." Oh he was trying hard, too, to convince his husband to abandon their original plan.
Murata was unaffected. He merely softened his eyes down at Wolfram and shook his head. He scissored his fingers a few times to make sure Wolfram was stretched enough and pulled his fingers back to begin lubing up the anal beads. "I said I was going to use these and I'm going to." His voice was calm as he worked. It was just... oh, wolfram's suggestion sounded like such a wonderful idea and Murata's erection was begging him to comply... but no! He'd promised!
After the beads seemed to be slick enough with the lube, he spread Wolfram's legs and pressed them back toward his shoulders so that he had a better view of Wolfram's entrance. "Ready?" He glanced at Wolfram's face, eyebrows raised and beads in hand.
Wolfram pouted, his bottom lip jutted outward and his eyes large and glassy. Stupid Murata and his stupid beads ;_; He just wanted peen, but noooo. But he had agreed to go with it from the start, so he wasn't going to back down now. He sighed softly, spreading his legs a bit wider and bracing himself for..well, he wasn't quite sure what it was going to feel like, but he was ready. He'd just let Murata get this out of his system and THEN he'd get to have him.
"You won't regret it, I promise." Murata assured him. But really, he had no idea because he'd never used them before. But... hey, they wouldn't be a sex toy if they didn't feel good, right? Right! So with that in mind, Murata pressed the smallest bead to Wolfram's entrance and it slid in easily, as well as the second and third. They were incredibly tiny, so that was to be expected. He progressed slowly, each time the beads were getting harder to press in, when he reached the halfway point he stopped and looked at the view from a broader prospective.
... and had to sustain laughter. Hee. Wolfram had beads coming out of his butt.
Wolfram…wasn't quite sure how to react. Sure he was used to having something up his butt, but it was never little, round beads, each of which he could feel slipping in and sliding along his inner walls one by one. It didn't hurt at all, at least, but…it just felt weird… o_o
Murata also almost laughed at the confused and befuddled look on Wolfram's face, but he didn't see it as something Wolfram HATED so... Murata shoved in a few more beads until he reached the large circle at the end to be used as a drawstring of sorts. Murata blinked and looked down at his work. Okay... now that that was over... oh well. He reached over and stroked Wolfram's peen. :D
Wolfram continued to just looked confused and a little bored until the beads started getting bigger. He squirmed around slightly, putting his hands under his knees to pull his legs up higher, a very soft moan escaping his lips as the larger beads slid one by one, just barely brushing against his prostate. Okay, yeah, it wasn't that bad. He could handle this. But now that they were all in…
He looked down at Murata, his head tilted. "..now what?" He sighed when he felt a hand on his peen. Yes, he could handle that being next.
"Well... now...." Stroke stroke. "Now you get to do me. With those in." He pointed down at the beads and smiled. "But don't bother getting up. I'll come to you." He smiled and took a hold of Wolfram's legs, dragging them downward so that he could straddle him instead. Aw... but now Murata had to stick his own fingers up his butt. D:
Wolfram's eyes widened and sparkled at the suggestion. He got to do Murata?? And…and Murata was going to be uke on top???? Oh happy day! Not to mention he didn't even have to move or anything! These beads were starting to seem like they had been a really good idea.
He moved his hands to Murata's hips, however, when the Sage crawled on top of him, bending his legs at the knee so he could have some kind of leverage once they started, the beads practically forgotten.
Well... really. XD Wolfram had to have the beads in his butt, so it was the least Murata could do. He re-lubed up his fingers and stretched around, finding his entrance and pressing his finger inside. It was a weird position, but he could do it, still. He just wanted to hurry and make himself loose enough for Wolfram to be inside, because a peen was so better than a finger. <3
Wolfram, in the meantime, just stared, his jaw slack. In all the sex they had had over the..well..months they had been together, he had never seen Murata actually prepare himself. Though he couldn't see the actual process going on because of his position, it was interesting enough to watch Murata's face..and he couldn't help but snicker softly at the look of slight discomfort. He had prepared himself before and was aware of how awkward and embarrassing it was and, well..it was Murata's turn anyway.
But Murata was awesome and got over it quickly. He squeezed his muscles around his finger and wiggled it around until he could shove in another one. He was in some kind of hurry it seemed like and he pressed them in and out quickly, wincing every so often, but it didn't seem to hurt as much if he did it himself. Besides, Wolfram was probably getting bored waiting for his peen to be touched. "W... Wolfram." Murata choked out after a while, pulling his fingers from himself and grinning. "Close your mouth or I might stick my peen inside."
Wolfram immediately reddened and promptly closed his mouth, having not been aware before that it was open. "..d-don't do that. You already put the idea that I can do you into my head and now I won't accept any less." He paused for a moment then added. "…not to mention I'm the ones with beads in him." Hmph.
Murata laughed and lowered himself as Wolfram was talking and by the time Wolfram had mentioned the beads, Murata's entrance had been breached and he gasped loudly. He reached behind him and used Wolfram's raised knees for leverage and continued to lower himself slowly with a hiss. He really should have loosened himself up a bit more but... oh... oh well.
Well, Wolfram would have normally concentrated on the tingles running up and down his spine from the delicious pressure that was slowly being pressed down along his peen, but the look on Murata's face and the hiss of discomfort took all of his attention away. "Mura…" He spoke up softly, rubbing Murata's hips lightly with his fingertips. "Are you okay?"
Murata slowed his descent and shook his head. "I'm fine, I'm fine." He smiled as he said it, too. This was all for Wolfram because it was Wolfram's celebration for healing and Murata wanted him to feel amazing. "Besides, I'm getting used to it, fast so..." He sank lower and bit his bottom lip.
Wolfram sighed and tightened his hold on Murata's hips, just letting the Sage go at his own pace. He had been in that position before. It was different, he knew. So he just laid back and waited, watching Murata carefully for any signs of serious pain.
Murata was already starting to feel better, but then a little detail popped into his head. He couldn't pull the beads out of wolfram very well this way...so... he sighed and lifted himself from Wolfram. "I just thought of a predicament.." and he turned himself around. ;_; He didn't want to be this way because he wanted to look at Wolfram but... but... maybe he could turn his head around and still be awesome. There. Back to lowering himself... but then he lost his balance and fell all the way down to Wolfram's hilt and couldn't help but cry out. Loudly.
Wolfram frowned and ran his hands along Murata’s lower back while angsting to himself about that being all that he could really reach in this position. But if anything, he had to admit that this position was oddly erotic. Being able to see all the muscles shift in Murata’s back with each move, following the curve of his spine down to where they were connected and-ohcrap that cry had not sounded good.
Wolfram gasped when Murata suddenly fell on him but rather than concentrate on his own pleasure, he was far too concerned with the not-so-good sound that had come from Murata. “Mura…” He ran his hands soothingly along the small of Murata’s back, his voice soft. “…are you okay?”
Murata's hand had immediately gone to cover his mouth as if he were ashamed of crying out like that. He shook his head, glad that Wolfram couldn't see the look on his face and spoke with a shaking voice. "I'm fine. I was only surprised." It was embarrassing.... to make a noise like that. ;_; He flexed his inner muscles around Wolfram to relax himself more and soon he was fine and that urge to /move/ overtook him. He held onto Wolfram's knees once more and lifted himself slowly and then back down again. Instead of a hiss this time, Murata let out a long and low moan. This was how it was /supposed/ to feel. <3
"Oh okay…just making sure…" Wolfram smiled slightly. So that noise hadn't been from pain. Hee. Murata was uke <3
He continued to run his hands along Murata's lower back smoothly, tilting his head back and moaning loudly himself as Murata sank down once again. He was almost afraid to move his hips too much, as if the repetitive motion of hitting back against the bed would push the beads in too far or something x_X That would be embarrassing.
Murata was sure that the large ring at the end would prevent Wolfram's butt from eating the beads, but anything could happen, right? Besides, he had a good view of them and could easily see if they were being sucked in. XD
Instead of worrying about that, however, Murata was too busy rising and falling and arching his back, trying to get Wolfram's erection to press up against his prostate. His short moans and gasps coincided each time he lowered himself on Wolfram and he took extra care to contract his muscles as he did so, to give Wolfram an extra ounce of pleasure.
It took all of about two seconds for Wolfram to completely forget about the beads' existence and to start thrusting upward to meet Murata's hips, his hands sliding around to hold onto the sides of the Sage's thighs. And wow, he couldn't seem to take his eyes off of Murata…or, well…Murata's back. The outline rising and falling and the noises that were accompanying him were just… "…you're s-so sexy.." He stuttered out, seeming completely out of character.
Murata took this opportunity to spin the upper part of his torso around as he moved so he could look Wolfram directly in the eyes, his own were barely open and filled with lust. His face was flushed and he was panting softly, but he still managed a smile from Wolfram's compliment. However, when he pressed himself downward again from this angle, he hit his prostrate and suddenly felt himself shuddering against one of Wolfram's legs for support, suddenly overtaken by moans, his husband's name invading every so often.
Oh..oh that look on Murata's face…really, with what a nerd he usually was, it was amazing that the Sage could morph so easily into such a..a…siren. Wolfram pressed his nails a bit into Murata's thighs, holding on as the pace picked up and letting his moans and gasps mingle in the air with his husband's…and for some reason, he couldn't seem to keep himself quiet. "S-so…you're so…ohgodMurata…"
Murata couldn't help to smile against Wolfram's knee, clinging to it for dear life as pleasure swept through his entire body with each and every thrust he and his husband rocked together. His teeth were clenched and his eyes were shut tight by now, no longer able to open them for the sake of looking at Wolfram. His entire body was taken over by the heat of the moment and he continued to buck on top of Wolfram, riding him for as long as the moment would let him.
Wolfram wasn't in much better shape, his nails now dug into Murata's tender flesh as he clung for dear life, his hips thrusting completely of their own accord, his body just desperate for the release that he felt so near. And yet he still couldn't keep his mouth shut either. "M-Mura..you're so..s-so…fuck…Iloveyou…"
Murata could hardly even feel Wolfram's nails. After everything was over, that spot might pose a problem, but for right now, he was immune. "Wo...Wolfram." It took a lot of effort, but Murata's voice was able to form semi-coherent words. In the midst of his passion, he turned around once more, panting heavily. "Tell me... tell me when you're ready..." He was going to give Wolfram the best orgasm of his life, yes he was. He squeezed his muscles once more around Wolfram, crying out when his prostate was hit again in the process.
Wolfram cried out himself, his eyes still locked on Murata and his voice strangled sounding. "A-anytime…w-when you're ready…" Because he would be damned if he came first and left Murata to finish things himself. Really, anytime would do. He had been ready for at least the past few thrusts and was just holding it in.
Murata took a hold of his own erection. He was damn near close, what with all the attention to his prostate, but he needed that one final push to send him over the edge. He gripped himself tightly and pumped hard, his own erection glad for the attention. When he could feel his orgasm trying to shake itself loose, he leaned forward and took a hold of the ring that was the only part of the anal beads showing. "W...wo---wolf---!" That was basically all Murata could get out before he shuddered violently, his orgasm ripping through him before he could stop it.
Wolfram was ready. Ready for the beads to come out and to have the mind-blowing orgasm that he was promised for letting the stupid things be put into him in the first place…but that time never came. Murata took a hold of them and Wolfram braced himself, but then nothing…
A moment later he noticed that Murata had come and he wondered if he had just missed everything…but no, he still felt the beads in him and he still felt himself on edge, everything had just suddenly come to a grinding halt.
Murata cursed himself loudly and had to wait an extra moment for his orgasm to calm down. Everything was incredibly silent for a short moment. No gasps or pleas or compliments or moans. Just... silence. Murata turned around slowly, a pained expression of guilt painted across his face. He could feel Wolfram's heat in him still. It felt... angry. o-o
To make up for this, Murata squeezed his muscles around Wolfram's base once more, mouthed a quick "ILOVEYOU." He held onto the ring of the beads with a firm grip, gave Wolfram's G-spot a quick stroke with his free hand and pulled when he felt Wolfram tense.
Wolfram wasn't angry, he was just confused and wondering just what had happened…and what happened a moment later didn't help him really clear it up. Suddenly a powerful rush of pleasure tore through his lower half and wow, was he screaming? He wasn't even really aware, just mentally stuck in wave after wave of ecstasy, his body tensed up and hmm, he definitely would need a fair amount of recovery time, if only to make some more sperm.
Murata's body tenses and straightened out on top of Wolfram and he jumped, startled at the strange scream that seemed to have been coming from his husband. Wave after wave of hot sperm seemed to literally be filling Murata and he gasped loudly at the rushing sensation. He dropped the glistening beads onto the bed and reached around him, stroking Wolfram's stomach and chest, breathing heavily and simply listening to that loud cry that was so much like music to his ears.
It wasn't until a few moments later after his muscles finally untensed and his body exhausted itself of sperm that Wolfram came back to the real world, just laying flat on the bed and staring up at the ceiling blankly as he panted for air, still trying to figure out just what had happened.
Murata could feel Wolfram soften and he began the process of lifting himself from Wolfram.
Oh... e_e;;; he could feel it. He could feel the hot liquid draining and oh god there was a LOT of it wasn't there? Wolfram's flaccid peen was covered in it and... yeah, they would so have to change the sheets. Once Murata was off, he sank down next to Wolfram on the bed, gathering his breath all into one place. He turned his head to look at Wolfram, a bit concerned. His eyes had a bit of a faraway look to them and Murata leaned up and planted a small kiss to his temple. "Wolfram?" The hand that had been free of lube reached over to brush sweat-soaked strands of hair from Wolfram's forehead. "Come back to me?"
Wolfram remained silent for a few more moments then slowly turned his head to look at Murata, the same faraway look still in his eyes. "Huh?" He shook his head a bit, trying to clear it, and succeeding slightly. "Oh..Mura…" He blinked a few times then looked back up at the ceiling. "…what just happened?"
"Oh, Wolfram..." Murata chuckled and wrapped an arm around his sticky husband and tugged him close, showering his jawline with kisses all the way to just under his ear. "You just experienced anal beads, that's what happened." He still continued to giggle at random intervals, hugging Wolfram tight and latching his mouth to his neck.
"...oh." Was all Wolfram could seem to manage to say. Oh yeah. The beads...and the pulling of the beads..and yeah..Okay, it was all starting to make more sense. He smiled slightly at Murata's giggling and tilted his head back to allow more access to his neck as he lifted a hand to tangle in the Sage's hair. "So..so it was good?"
"You tell me." Murata laughed against Wolfram's neck and flicked his tongue out briefly at the skin. "But from what I can tell, good was an understatement." He thought momentarily about mentioning the state of their bed, but thought better of it. He was going to lie here and bask in the afterglow with Wolfram for a bit longer.
"Yeah I...I think I blacked out for a moment or something." Wolfram shook his head slightly, his mind still not completely clear yet. He looked down at Murata and started to flick the flippy ends of his hair as he tried to remember everything. "...remind me to let you put whatever you want in me from now on."
Murata frowned slightly. "I wish you would have remembered everything instead of blacking out." If Wolfram experienced such a high amount of pleasure and ecstasy and then couldn't even remember it... where was the point in that? But... when wolfram started to play with his hair, Murata eased up and pulled his head back to look at Wolfram directly in the eyes. "Do you really mean that?" Anything? Buttplug? Rotary Dildo? ...one of those Nextus things that stimulated the exact spot where Wolfram was the most vulnerable? :D?
"Yeah I mean that…" Wolfram sighed deeply and closed his eyes, slowly starting to get his memory back. "Because that was…well, amazing is an understatement." He continued to flick the flippy strands of hair even though he wasn't looking, his other arm sliding around Murata's waist. "I'm..well, I actually still feel boneless."
Murata continued to smile down at Wolfram like this, watching Wolfram closely as if he'd do a trick or something. He was consistently fighting back the urge to kiss him madly, actually, but if Wolfram felt boneless, then it would probably be quite hard to do much in the department of kissing back. "That's alright." He said softly, eyes scanning over Wolfram's face. He was beautiful like this, his eyes closed and with that peaceful look on his face...
"Mm…" Wolfram nodded a little, taking a deep breath then exhaling slowly. After a few moments of silence he cracked an eye open, his lips turned up slightly into a smile. "Hey Mura?" He paused, his smile widening, and it was as if he had read Murata's mind. "Kiss me?"
Murata's jaw when slack, but he quickly corrected that with a smile and pressed downward slowly, delivering a soft kiss that wasn't too rough or too hard or too much of anything. It was pleasant and sweet and delicate and full of fluffy, romantic love.
Wolfram kissed back just as sweetly, not really up for anything more. But he could give these kinds of kisses for hours, no matter how exhausted he was. "Mura…" He sighed softly, pressing a few more of the same kisses to Murata's lips, a far-off, dreamy look in his eyes. "I love you so much."
"I know..." Murata whispered against his lips, a hand reaching up to cup Wolfram's cheek. "I know." He pressed what seemed like a million more kisses to Wolfram's lips and then one more for good measure. He never could get enough of Wolfram's kisses, and he probably never would. "I love you, too."
"Mmmm.." Wolfram sighed again, his smile even wider and a twinkle in his eyes. "Does that mean that I can use the beads on you next time? Or if not the beads, then something else fun from the box?" Because wow, there were lots of things in there to play with.
Murata didn't even think twice. "Yes." He was serious. If Wolfram could have such a mind-blowing orgasm, then Murata wanted one too, damnit. D: "But I want to get a chance to do you, too. I miss that and.. now that you're healed..." Sparkle.
Wolfram nodded along happily, his arm tightening around Murata's waist. "Yeah…I miss having you inside me." Sigh sigh. Sure the beads had been amazing, and yeah Murata was absolutely ravishing as an uke but…he missed being topped and the emotional connection that went along with it.
"I miss being able to take you entirely like that." Murata rested his head by Wolfram's neck, planting kisses at his neck and shoulder and collarbone. He was getting tired, but his body also didn't want to stop kissing Wolfram. It was quite the predicament.
"Mmhhhmmm." Wolfram sighed deeply, groaning a bit as he shifted just slightly. Wow, his body felt really heavy for some reason. "...I was hoping I wouldn't be completely wasted after just one time so we could continue, but...well, it can't be helped." Wolfram had no more semen ;_;
"Then don't move." Murata placed another kiss to Wolfram's skin and then looked up calmly. "I'll keep kissing you until I can't kiss you anymore, I've already decided this." He let his hands wander Wolfram's upper chest... not daring to venture too far down. It was a little too messy down there. Wolfram sure had a lot of sperm. e-e;
Wolfram smiled and nodded a little, just lying back and letting Murata go on his merry way. "Do your worst." He teased, his hand moving to massage Murata's scalp, using his nails gently. And..yeah...Wolfram had exploded and really they would probably need to clean up at least a little before they decided to nap or whatever e_e
Murata's worse was going and lapping at a nipple.. but that required him to slide down Wolfram's torso and Murata... literally... slid.
And that was the end of his battle with the afterglow. He laughed and sat up, stretching. He wasn't as boneless as Wolfram and could therefore go hunting for a towel. "You really outdid yourself, Wolfram. Really."
Wolfram actually blushed slightly, feeling a little embarrassed and self-conscious. "Yeah..well...it's not completely my fault! And now I probably won't be able to do anything else for the next few days because my body will need time to remake all of that!" And then Wolfram actually looked down at himself..and ew.
Murata's eyes widened. "I don't think you'll need a few days. Maybe overnight at the most." It /was/ a lot of sperm, but the male body was quite versatile when stimulated. He merely grinned and shuffled off the bed. He was a bit wobbly at first, but after using the edge of the bed as a guide, he could stand up well enough. "I'll go grab a towel. You stay there and look sexy."
He began to walk to get the item in question but he made an odd sort of face and looked down. Oh... he could feel it running down his legs now that he was completely vertical.
Wolfram stayed in his spot and looked as sexy as he could while covered in sperm and boneless and really not trying at all. He could see it on Murata's legs from here, though, and he couldn't help but wrinkle his nose a bit. Yeah…he had gone overboard. "Sorry…about that…" He motioned vaguely, his cheeks redder now.
Murata had gotten the towel by now and waved off Wolfram's apology. "No, no it's fine!" Wipe wipe. He brought the cleaner end of the towel over to Wolfram and gently cleaned off Wolfram's chest and thighs as well as peen. He hummed a little as he did so, clearly not looking gross out at all. "I feel like I'm your mother." He snickered. Wolfram's entire BODY was red it seemed like. It was so cute. <3
"Ewww, don't say that. It's really creepy to imagine my mother doing this!" Wolfram squirmed a little, even though it took much more effort than it should have. Not to mention it was a little embarrassing to just have to lay there and let his husband clean him because he had gone too far and exhausted himself. "Hurry up and get back in bed..."
"I'm making you look nice and pretty again." Murata teased, and finished his work, tossing the towel to the corner for the maids to deal with later. He crawled back into bed a short time later, finding his usual spot in Wolfram's arms, nestled against his side. "So anal beads are on our list of 'Good Things,' now?" Amazing how they were once considered as something they would never use.
Wolfram nodded immediately, taking quite a bit of effort to roll onto his side so he could wrap his arms around Murata’s waist and snuggle close. He still felt so heavy. “Of course they are..” He yawned widely and nuzzled against Murata’s shoulder. “If they can make me this tired, then they’re obviously amazing…and I can’t wait to use them on you <3”
"Now I know how to deal with you when you're being an insomniac." Murata joked, but welcomed his husband into his arms, holding him in a tight, but warm embrace. "But really..." Murata caught Wolfram's contagious yawn and smacked his chops a few times to accentuate it. "I'm looking forward to it, too."
"Hee." Wolfram smiled widely and leaned forward to press one big, sloppy, goodnight kiss to Murata's lips. "Alright, sleep now? Because Shinou knows I need it." And for some reason, it didn't bother him that much to say Shinou's name..
Murata tried not to laugh against Wolfram's lips. Sometimes his husband was far too cute to handle. T^T "Sleep sounds nice." He managed after a while and pressed a kiss to the middle of Wolfram's forehead. "Goodnight, love."
"Goodnight." Wolfram murmured before he easily slipped into a dream that involved Murata and the other various contents of the box <3
Murata, however, had a nightmare in which he was hungry.
But it wasn't his stomach.
What: NC-17
Summary: Yay anal beads! :D
Wolfram released a long, dramatic sigh as he threw himself onto his and Murata’s bed, not hesitating to drop his sword from his side along with his boots, cravat, belt, and chain. He undid his coat then lay back on the bed, stretching out and sighing once again. “Do you have any idea what my brother put me through all this morning? I swear, we must’ve really pissed him off going to Earth like that…but really, we’re married! It’s none of his business.” Wolfram hmphed purposefully and crossed his arms over his chest.
Murata was in a bathrobe and polishing his glasses. He was nice and clean and wonderful after taking a bath. After all, it wasn't like Murata did anything all day, that was why he liked the castle so much... Shinou had to do all the priestesses' work back at the Temple and Murata got to stay here and have sex with Wolfram. It was nice.
In either case, he finished cleaning his glasses and put them on, blinking until his eyes adjusted. "I might have an idea... it IS Gwendal, after all." He frowned, not liking to see a pooped out Wolfram. "Listen..." He leaned over to stroke at Wolfram's hair. "He'll cool off. It's like you said. We're married and... I'm sorry. It's all my fault for taking you there in the first place, right?"
Wolfram shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Don't apologize. I wanted to go, too…and if I have to endure this stupid training of his, then I will and it'll just make me a better man in the end." With all the working out that Wolfram seemed to do, it would seem that he would have bulked up or at least tanned a little, but no. He was still as pale and lean as ever.
"But I'm tired of talking about it. Now that it's over I just want to lay here and relax with you." He smiled and rolled over onto his stomach, looking up at Murata cutely. "Can I do that?"
"Well..." Murata fidgeted. Wolfram's eyes were so huge and adorable and he seemed like he really DID have a long day and... maybe relaxing would do him some good but... Murata was in a bathrobe, damnit. "I don't know about relaxing..." His grin spread all the way across his face.
Wolfram blinked a few times and lifted an eyebrow, scooting a bit across the bed to get closer to Murata. "..well you know…I am pretty stressed out. I could some sort of…de-stressing." So Wolfram wasn't very good with words, but he figured Murata would get the picture.
Murata's eyes brightened, which kind of caused his glasses to glow. "Wolfram..." He trailed off for a moment before making a quite obvious side glance toward the edge of the bed, indicating the box underneath. "What kind of husband would I be if I couldn't de-stress you?"
"A bad one, that's what." Wolfram giggled softly, following Murata's eyes downward. They…well, it had been quite a while since anything had gone in him and he was seriously hoping that he was healed enough because his butt missed having something in it ;_; His previous injury hadn't hurt for a while so it was certainly worth a shot, at least.
"Wolfram." Murata said suddenly, turning to his husband and placing a hand under his chin, looking him directly in the eyes. "It's been a really long time. You've healed... right?" Wolfram hadn't been complaining and as much as Murata liked having his peenhole filled, he was sure Wolfram missed that too and... well... Murata had some interesting ideas.
"Um.." Wolfram cast a glance back and gave a little nod. "I'm assuming so. It hasn't hurt at all in a while so…we can give it a shot?" Really, if Murata wanted he could look and see if it looked uh, normal, but…well…Wolfram wasn't sure that his husband would want to do that.
Murata's expression did a 180 and he smiled brightly. "Good!" He then leaned in for a quick kiss and slid off the bed to grab the box of toys. "You know..." He began talking as he rummaged through the container. "Your brother really isn't all that bad, remember? After all he gave us... these." And he found what he was looking for, a strand of pink, rubber anal beads. Wolfram had thrown them across the room way back when, but Murata had retrieved them. His expression hadn't changed at all. "You wouldn't mind, would you? I'll even let you top me with them in." Fuck that's hot.
Wolfram stared quite blankly at the strand of beads in Murata's hand, slowly looking back and forth between them and his husband. Had he gone insane? "..but…but you said that those weren't even good for men. And..and that they were creepy and we agreed that we didn't like them." Not to mention, topping with the beads already in? What if Murata's butt ate them?
Oh, no. Murata's butt wouldn't be the one to be eating them. That would be Wolfram's. Murata's butt was busy going to be plugged by a Wolfram!peen. "Well, I changed my mind. They're pink and besides, they have a nifty little handle that prevents accidents and will let me pull them out easily." He could hardly believe he was saying most of this, but wolfram was his husband and if he couldn't talk about this stuff with Wolfram, then he couldn't talk about it with anyone. "Aren't you... curious?"
"Well…I mean…yeah, I guess, a little. Because they don't seem appealing at all yet obviously some people enjoy them. But…but what if they hurt or something??" Wolfram really didn't know how some little pink balls were going to hurt him when Murata's massive peen didn't, but hey, it could happen!
"If they hurt you..." Murata was spinning the beads on his finger now, slightly amused. "We can just use them on me. You're not backing out of this, are you? I mean.. we could use something else in here..." He dug around until he pulled out a buttplug, a cockring and a rotary dildo. "Would you rather use one of these?"
Wolfram's eye twitched noticeably and he shook his head quickly. Those looked way scarier than the happy little beads e_e "Not unless they're used on you first. I was injured!"
Murata laughed and put the other toys back in the box. "Then anal beads it is." He handed the pink string and some of the lube that was in the box to Wolfram. "We don't have to use them right now. Only when you're ready and..." He made his way back onto the bed, beaming at his husband. "If you're really that scared, I'll let you use them on me first. But... I really wanted to do something for you now that you're healed..."
"I'm not scared!" Wolfram immediately interjected, frowning a bit. He wasn't afraid of some little rubber beads, especially not pink ones! He raised himself up onto his hands and knees and turned, pushing his ass in Murata's face and waving it around. "Go ahead, put them in! I'm not afraid at all!"
Murata reeled back a moment, but only out of shock. It was only for a split second, however, because the next thing he knew, he had grabbed Wolfram's ass by the thighs and pulled his husband down onto his lap. "Alright." His voice was law and barely audible and he pressed a kiss to the back of Wolfram's neck. "I'll stop if it hurts, you know I will."
Wolfram shivered slightly and closed his eyes, chewing on his bottom lip nervously. Okay, so yeah, maybe he was a little scared. There really wasn't any reason to be, but it had been so long since anything had been inside him and what if it hurt or what if it tore his wounds back open? "It's..it's okay. I know."
"It's smaller than I am." Murata said with a reassuring grin. "If we're going to make sure you're healed, you might as well start slow, right?" He gave Wolfram a playful squeeze and kissed the back of his ear before letting his husband go from his grasp. He was smiling and being optimistic about it, but really... if Wolfram wasn't healed enough to take Murata, Murata didn't want to risk that chance. He'd just have to break Wolfram in again, that's all! <3
Well, Wolfram had to admit that it made sense. Start small and slowly work up to Murata's peen. Eeh, he missed it, too ;_; He wiggled a little on Murata's lap and began tugging at the belt of the Sage's robe, already anxious to begin. He was going to get to have Murata again :D
Murata let out a soft chuckle leaned up to kiss Wolfram with a renewed sort of freshness. He was going to have Wolfram and this time, they wouldn't have to be constantly worrying about Wolfram exploding with blood or pain! ... or at least... not so much.
Eh, but still his hands fumbled with the buttons on Wolfram's shirt. It seemed his front wasn't working as well as he had wanted.
Wolfram smiled a little at Murata's cute, fumbling hands, slowly sliding the belt of the robe through his fingers like an expert. "Are you scared, Mura?" It was a taunt, yes, but it wasn't as cruel sounding as it was just lovingly teasing.
"Scared?" Murata had blundered his way through to the last button and unleashed a just-as-pale-as-ever Wolfram chest. "Wh-wh-wh-what would I have to be scared about?" He frowned at his stutter and cleared his throat, fisting the loose fabric of Wolfram's undershirt in his hands. "I'm not scared. I'm... excited."
"Excited?" Wolfram's smiled widens and tugs the belt, starting to slowly push the edges of the robe aside to get at the yummy Mura flesh underneath, his fingertips slowly dragging across the smooth surface. "…me too. It's..well, how long has it been exactly? A few weeks at least."
Murata's eyes closed slowly, absorbing Wolfram's touch. His hands drifted alone Wolfram's pale, but built abs, and then up his chest slowly, as if he had never ventured there before. "More like... more like years." His voice was shallow, as if he wasn't sure what he was saying, except that his mind wanted him to say it.
Wolfram snorted softly in amusement and leaned forward to press a short, chaste kiss to Murata's lips. "I know for a fact it hasn't been YEARS exactly, but…it feels like it, I know." He pressed his lips to Murata's once more in another light, sweet kiss as his hands pushed the robe off of the Sage's shoulders and took the opportunity to re-explore the pale, lanky body that he loved so much, starting with Murata's arms.
Murata knew he was supposed to be the one all over Wolfram, but he couldn't help himself right now. Wolfram taking the initiative like that made Murata melt into the bed, and with each kiss Wolfram gave him, another muscle that would have held Murata upright stopped working and he sank onto the pillows.
But it wasn't fair that Murata got to be naked in one step and he still had yet to rip off Wolfram's clothes. A weak hand went up to pull off Wolfram's shirt entirely, but it only succeeded in grabbing the collar and pulling Wolfram down on top of him.
Wolfram couldn't help but laugh as he was tugged down onto Murata, his lower half conveniently wiggling its way in-between the Sage's thighs. Murata had always been cute, but when had he gotten to be so adorable? He pressed another kiss to those cute, pink lips, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Someone seems nervous."
"I'm not nervous." Murata whispered in determination, brushing Wolfram's blond hair behind his ears. "I'm in love and there's a difference." He leaned up and pressed his lips to Wolfram's in a sure and confident kiss, lips moving to nip at Wolfram's bottom lip to show that he wasn't a total loss.
Wolfram melted a little and it was noticeable, especially since it took him a moment to begin kissing back, he was so lost in his thoughts. Of course he had known that Murata loved him but…it was always a nice reminder. He pulled out of the kiss for a moment to whisper a rushed "Iloveyoutoo" then dove back down to claim those luscious lips again, sucking and nibbling on Murata's bottom lip with newly-found fervor.
Aw, see, once Murata got himself heated up, then things were alright again. His nervousness seemed to dissipate the more he kissed Wolfram and soon his arms were tightly wrapped around him and he was spinning over on the bed, pinning Wolfram against the pillows with more kisses, Wolfram still between his legs. He had to come up for air eventually, but he didn't want to. To compensate for this, Murata decided he'd finally remove Wolfram's shirt the rest of the way.
And then all of Wolfram's seme-ly thoughts that he had been having earlier were washed away, and he was more than happy to go along with it. He had missed being uke, after all. So he laid back on the bed and squirmed and writhed like a good little uke, cheeks flushed and lips rosy from kissing, and he had to wonder why they didn't do that more often. But then Murata pulled away and he frowned a bit, weaving his hands in the back of the Sage's hair and trying to pull him back down for more.
When Murata was successful in making the top half of Wolfram naked, he was more than happy to comply with his husband's request and captured his lips once more. In his shuffling, Murata was no longer directly on top of Wolfram, but this was fine as he used the top of his knee to grind against Wolfram and his hand trailed up and down his side and stomach and chest. Wolfram's skin was smooth and even and Murata's hands slid across it easily which was good, because it made for more concentration on kissing.
Wolfram moaned softly and started to squirm more, trying to grind himself against the knee that had made itself available while at the same time trying to push himself upward towards Murata's hands to urge them to molest more. Not to mention, he still had kissing to concentrate on, which was slowly getting sloppier as he tried to multitask, tongues clashing and teeth clicking against each other. Oh well, he was trying!
Oh, Murata really didn't care if the kissing was sloppy. He was kissing Wolfram and that was enough to make his head spin. The moan wolfram had let out, however, encouraged Murata to continue his molestation, his thumb grazing over an exposed nipple in the process. He stopped and let his thumb and forefinger roll themselves across the nub until it hardened. And, satisfied, he went back to kissing a little less sloppily.
The arm he was using to hold himself up brushed slightly against the anal beads and he was suddenly reminded of his goal. But... they could wait a few more minutes. Murata was happy devouring his husband right now. Wolfram's butt could devour those in a bit.
Wolfram had completely forgotten about the anal beads. No, he was far too caught up in being physically worshipped by his loving husband…and the fact that there was a hand playing with his nipple, which made his chest raise up, wanting more attention as he exhaled dramatically. "M-Mura.." He panted out against Murata's lips, his hips trying to grind against anything available. Oh he was already ready…
Murata held his breath and enclosed his hand around the lube that was sitting next to the anal beads for a moment before letting it go and sitting up just enough to start undoing Wolfram's pants. It wasn't hard to get the pants off considering they were probably a burden for Wolfram at this point. He could no longer reach Wolfram's lips as he worked, so he settled for kissing his neck and shoulders as he tugged at the strings of Wolfram's lovely little panties.
Hee panties :D Wolfram wiggled around and lifted his hips to help Murata remove his lower clothing. In his mind, the anal beads were out of the equation and he and Murata were just going to do it like they always did before his injury. He let out a soft sigh of relief when his peen was finally released from its bindings into the cold air.
Aw, Wolfram's peen was so pretty that Murata had to touch it. So he did. He touched it nine times; some long strokes and some short. He sat up fully, now, and took the lube in his hands, putting a generous amount on his fingers and crawling between Wolfram's legs and spreading them. His finger circled Wolfram's entrance and it seemed relatively normal, and when he pushed it inside, it felt tighter than it normally did, but other than that, it was fine. Murata breathed out a sigh of relief.
Wolfram normally would've tensed and started fretting about Murata nearing his entrance and perhaps reopening old wounds but he was too distracted by the peen touching that went on beforehand to really even notice anything until Murata's finger was already inside. He raised himself on his arms a bit to look downwards, his head tilted slightly. "..does it feel normal?" Because it did on his end.
Murata smiled and crawled over to deliver a kiss to Wolfram's lips. "It's perfect. You're back, Wolfram." He continued to give Wolfram kisses like that and pressing just the one finger in, massaging his inner walls until it felt loose enough for him to squeeze in another finger. Murata pulled back both to breathe and to study Wolfram's face for signs of pain.
Since it hadn't been used like this in a while, Wolfram winced a little, feeling slight pain and discomfort as he was stretched, but it wasn't anything that he couldn't handle. He just needed Murata to find that spot of his and he'd be good as gold. "M-Mura…" He panted softly, shifting a bit and spreading his legs wider. "Still good down t-there?"
Murata frowned, not liking the wince he saw on Wolfram's face and he kissed at his cheeks as if that would make it go away. "It's good on my end but... maybe you're not fully healed..." He didn't like the pain on Wolfram's face. Sure, he had seen that look once before and didn't stop but this situation was different. Wolfram really could be hurt. He pulled out his second finger and pressed his first finger in all the way now that Wolfram was at least stretched and crooked it, locating that spongy spot which would make the pained expression on Wolfram's face disappear.
"No! It's not that sort of pain, it's just a-Aaaah!" Well…Wolfram had been trying to tell Murata that it was okay, but then Murata pressed against his prostate and, well…he figured that his sudden cry and the upward jerk of his hips would be as good a sign as any that he was a-ok. He wrapped his arms tightly around Murata's back, squirming around under him. "Do that again.." Because he had missed this kind of stimulation <3
Suddenly Murata's face started to glow and he really couldn't say anything worthwhile, so he settled for doing as Wolfram requested and pressed his finger against that spot once more. He had missed Wolfram being like this, too... yeah, Murata had blown him a few times, but he had to do it in awkward positions and he had to be careful of Wolfram's peenhole...
Murata's own peen twitched and he mentally glared at it. It wanted to change places with his finger, but Murata wasn't going to allow that. He was going to shove these anal beads in there and Wolfram was going to like it.
Wolfram tilted his head back and moaned loudly, his eyelids heavy over lust-filled eyes and his nails pressed against Murata's back. Oh…oh how he had missed this. Being caressed from the inside. "D-don't stop, Mura…" Of course, he wasn't really thinking about it in the long run. No, at that point, Wolfram just knew that it felt really good and he didn't want it to go away.
Murata, on the other hand, knew what it was like to have Wolfram explode prematurely and he wasn't going to let that happen. He grinned, whispered Wolfram's name softly and planted a kiss to the side of Wolfram's neck, instead, and re-inserted a second finger. It went in a lot easier this time as Wolfram's muscles were incredibly relaxed.
Wolfram whined a bit but shut up when he felt a second finger being pressed in, squirming around and trying to get both fingers to press up against that spot again. The only problem now was… "Mura…" He whispered, looking up at his husband, face flushed and hair ruffled. "Forget the beads. I want you." Oh he was trying hard, too, to convince his husband to abandon their original plan.
Murata was unaffected. He merely softened his eyes down at Wolfram and shook his head. He scissored his fingers a few times to make sure Wolfram was stretched enough and pulled his fingers back to begin lubing up the anal beads. "I said I was going to use these and I'm going to." His voice was calm as he worked. It was just... oh, wolfram's suggestion sounded like such a wonderful idea and Murata's erection was begging him to comply... but no! He'd promised!
After the beads seemed to be slick enough with the lube, he spread Wolfram's legs and pressed them back toward his shoulders so that he had a better view of Wolfram's entrance. "Ready?" He glanced at Wolfram's face, eyebrows raised and beads in hand.
Wolfram pouted, his bottom lip jutted outward and his eyes large and glassy. Stupid Murata and his stupid beads ;_; He just wanted peen, but noooo. But he had agreed to go with it from the start, so he wasn't going to back down now. He sighed softly, spreading his legs a bit wider and bracing himself for..well, he wasn't quite sure what it was going to feel like, but he was ready. He'd just let Murata get this out of his system and THEN he'd get to have him.
"You won't regret it, I promise." Murata assured him. But really, he had no idea because he'd never used them before. But... hey, they wouldn't be a sex toy if they didn't feel good, right? Right! So with that in mind, Murata pressed the smallest bead to Wolfram's entrance and it slid in easily, as well as the second and third. They were incredibly tiny, so that was to be expected. He progressed slowly, each time the beads were getting harder to press in, when he reached the halfway point he stopped and looked at the view from a broader prospective.
... and had to sustain laughter. Hee. Wolfram had beads coming out of his butt.
Wolfram…wasn't quite sure how to react. Sure he was used to having something up his butt, but it was never little, round beads, each of which he could feel slipping in and sliding along his inner walls one by one. It didn't hurt at all, at least, but…it just felt weird… o_o
Murata also almost laughed at the confused and befuddled look on Wolfram's face, but he didn't see it as something Wolfram HATED so... Murata shoved in a few more beads until he reached the large circle at the end to be used as a drawstring of sorts. Murata blinked and looked down at his work. Okay... now that that was over... oh well. He reached over and stroked Wolfram's peen. :D
Wolfram continued to just looked confused and a little bored until the beads started getting bigger. He squirmed around slightly, putting his hands under his knees to pull his legs up higher, a very soft moan escaping his lips as the larger beads slid one by one, just barely brushing against his prostate. Okay, yeah, it wasn't that bad. He could handle this. But now that they were all in…
He looked down at Murata, his head tilted. "..now what?" He sighed when he felt a hand on his peen. Yes, he could handle that being next.
"Well... now...." Stroke stroke. "Now you get to do me. With those in." He pointed down at the beads and smiled. "But don't bother getting up. I'll come to you." He smiled and took a hold of Wolfram's legs, dragging them downward so that he could straddle him instead. Aw... but now Murata had to stick his own fingers up his butt. D:
Wolfram's eyes widened and sparkled at the suggestion. He got to do Murata?? And…and Murata was going to be uke on top???? Oh happy day! Not to mention he didn't even have to move or anything! These beads were starting to seem like they had been a really good idea.
He moved his hands to Murata's hips, however, when the Sage crawled on top of him, bending his legs at the knee so he could have some kind of leverage once they started, the beads practically forgotten.
Well... really. XD Wolfram had to have the beads in his butt, so it was the least Murata could do. He re-lubed up his fingers and stretched around, finding his entrance and pressing his finger inside. It was a weird position, but he could do it, still. He just wanted to hurry and make himself loose enough for Wolfram to be inside, because a peen was so better than a finger. <3
Wolfram, in the meantime, just stared, his jaw slack. In all the sex they had had over the..well..months they had been together, he had never seen Murata actually prepare himself. Though he couldn't see the actual process going on because of his position, it was interesting enough to watch Murata's face..and he couldn't help but snicker softly at the look of slight discomfort. He had prepared himself before and was aware of how awkward and embarrassing it was and, well..it was Murata's turn anyway.
But Murata was awesome and got over it quickly. He squeezed his muscles around his finger and wiggled it around until he could shove in another one. He was in some kind of hurry it seemed like and he pressed them in and out quickly, wincing every so often, but it didn't seem to hurt as much if he did it himself. Besides, Wolfram was probably getting bored waiting for his peen to be touched. "W... Wolfram." Murata choked out after a while, pulling his fingers from himself and grinning. "Close your mouth or I might stick my peen inside."
Wolfram immediately reddened and promptly closed his mouth, having not been aware before that it was open. "..d-don't do that. You already put the idea that I can do you into my head and now I won't accept any less." He paused for a moment then added. "…not to mention I'm the ones with beads in him." Hmph.
Murata laughed and lowered himself as Wolfram was talking and by the time Wolfram had mentioned the beads, Murata's entrance had been breached and he gasped loudly. He reached behind him and used Wolfram's raised knees for leverage and continued to lower himself slowly with a hiss. He really should have loosened himself up a bit more but... oh... oh well.
Well, Wolfram would have normally concentrated on the tingles running up and down his spine from the delicious pressure that was slowly being pressed down along his peen, but the look on Murata's face and the hiss of discomfort took all of his attention away. "Mura…" He spoke up softly, rubbing Murata's hips lightly with his fingertips. "Are you okay?"
Murata slowed his descent and shook his head. "I'm fine, I'm fine." He smiled as he said it, too. This was all for Wolfram because it was Wolfram's celebration for healing and Murata wanted him to feel amazing. "Besides, I'm getting used to it, fast so..." He sank lower and bit his bottom lip.
Wolfram sighed and tightened his hold on Murata's hips, just letting the Sage go at his own pace. He had been in that position before. It was different, he knew. So he just laid back and waited, watching Murata carefully for any signs of serious pain.
Murata was already starting to feel better, but then a little detail popped into his head. He couldn't pull the beads out of wolfram very well this way...so... he sighed and lifted himself from Wolfram. "I just thought of a predicament.." and he turned himself around. ;_; He didn't want to be this way because he wanted to look at Wolfram but... but... maybe he could turn his head around and still be awesome. There. Back to lowering himself... but then he lost his balance and fell all the way down to Wolfram's hilt and couldn't help but cry out. Loudly.
Wolfram frowned and ran his hands along Murata’s lower back while angsting to himself about that being all that he could really reach in this position. But if anything, he had to admit that this position was oddly erotic. Being able to see all the muscles shift in Murata’s back with each move, following the curve of his spine down to where they were connected and-ohcrap that cry had not sounded good.
Wolfram gasped when Murata suddenly fell on him but rather than concentrate on his own pleasure, he was far too concerned with the not-so-good sound that had come from Murata. “Mura…” He ran his hands soothingly along the small of Murata’s back, his voice soft. “…are you okay?”
Murata's hand had immediately gone to cover his mouth as if he were ashamed of crying out like that. He shook his head, glad that Wolfram couldn't see the look on his face and spoke with a shaking voice. "I'm fine. I was only surprised." It was embarrassing.... to make a noise like that. ;_; He flexed his inner muscles around Wolfram to relax himself more and soon he was fine and that urge to /move/ overtook him. He held onto Wolfram's knees once more and lifted himself slowly and then back down again. Instead of a hiss this time, Murata let out a long and low moan. This was how it was /supposed/ to feel. <3
"Oh okay…just making sure…" Wolfram smiled slightly. So that noise hadn't been from pain. Hee. Murata was uke <3
He continued to run his hands along Murata's lower back smoothly, tilting his head back and moaning loudly himself as Murata sank down once again. He was almost afraid to move his hips too much, as if the repetitive motion of hitting back against the bed would push the beads in too far or something x_X That would be embarrassing.
Murata was sure that the large ring at the end would prevent Wolfram's butt from eating the beads, but anything could happen, right? Besides, he had a good view of them and could easily see if they were being sucked in. XD
Instead of worrying about that, however, Murata was too busy rising and falling and arching his back, trying to get Wolfram's erection to press up against his prostate. His short moans and gasps coincided each time he lowered himself on Wolfram and he took extra care to contract his muscles as he did so, to give Wolfram an extra ounce of pleasure.
It took all of about two seconds for Wolfram to completely forget about the beads' existence and to start thrusting upward to meet Murata's hips, his hands sliding around to hold onto the sides of the Sage's thighs. And wow, he couldn't seem to take his eyes off of Murata…or, well…Murata's back. The outline rising and falling and the noises that were accompanying him were just… "…you're s-so sexy.." He stuttered out, seeming completely out of character.
Murata took this opportunity to spin the upper part of his torso around as he moved so he could look Wolfram directly in the eyes, his own were barely open and filled with lust. His face was flushed and he was panting softly, but he still managed a smile from Wolfram's compliment. However, when he pressed himself downward again from this angle, he hit his prostrate and suddenly felt himself shuddering against one of Wolfram's legs for support, suddenly overtaken by moans, his husband's name invading every so often.
Oh..oh that look on Murata's face…really, with what a nerd he usually was, it was amazing that the Sage could morph so easily into such a..a…siren. Wolfram pressed his nails a bit into Murata's thighs, holding on as the pace picked up and letting his moans and gasps mingle in the air with his husband's…and for some reason, he couldn't seem to keep himself quiet. "S-so…you're so…ohgodMurata…"
Murata couldn't help to smile against Wolfram's knee, clinging to it for dear life as pleasure swept through his entire body with each and every thrust he and his husband rocked together. His teeth were clenched and his eyes were shut tight by now, no longer able to open them for the sake of looking at Wolfram. His entire body was taken over by the heat of the moment and he continued to buck on top of Wolfram, riding him for as long as the moment would let him.
Wolfram wasn't in much better shape, his nails now dug into Murata's tender flesh as he clung for dear life, his hips thrusting completely of their own accord, his body just desperate for the release that he felt so near. And yet he still couldn't keep his mouth shut either. "M-Mura..you're so..s-so…fuck…Iloveyou…"
Murata could hardly even feel Wolfram's nails. After everything was over, that spot might pose a problem, but for right now, he was immune. "Wo...Wolfram." It took a lot of effort, but Murata's voice was able to form semi-coherent words. In the midst of his passion, he turned around once more, panting heavily. "Tell me... tell me when you're ready..." He was going to give Wolfram the best orgasm of his life, yes he was. He squeezed his muscles once more around Wolfram, crying out when his prostate was hit again in the process.
Wolfram cried out himself, his eyes still locked on Murata and his voice strangled sounding. "A-anytime…w-when you're ready…" Because he would be damned if he came first and left Murata to finish things himself. Really, anytime would do. He had been ready for at least the past few thrusts and was just holding it in.
Murata took a hold of his own erection. He was damn near close, what with all the attention to his prostate, but he needed that one final push to send him over the edge. He gripped himself tightly and pumped hard, his own erection glad for the attention. When he could feel his orgasm trying to shake itself loose, he leaned forward and took a hold of the ring that was the only part of the anal beads showing. "W...wo---wolf---!" That was basically all Murata could get out before he shuddered violently, his orgasm ripping through him before he could stop it.
Wolfram was ready. Ready for the beads to come out and to have the mind-blowing orgasm that he was promised for letting the stupid things be put into him in the first place…but that time never came. Murata took a hold of them and Wolfram braced himself, but then nothing…
A moment later he noticed that Murata had come and he wondered if he had just missed everything…but no, he still felt the beads in him and he still felt himself on edge, everything had just suddenly come to a grinding halt.
Murata cursed himself loudly and had to wait an extra moment for his orgasm to calm down. Everything was incredibly silent for a short moment. No gasps or pleas or compliments or moans. Just... silence. Murata turned around slowly, a pained expression of guilt painted across his face. He could feel Wolfram's heat in him still. It felt... angry. o-o
To make up for this, Murata squeezed his muscles around Wolfram's base once more, mouthed a quick "ILOVEYOU." He held onto the ring of the beads with a firm grip, gave Wolfram's G-spot a quick stroke with his free hand and pulled when he felt Wolfram tense.
Wolfram wasn't angry, he was just confused and wondering just what had happened…and what happened a moment later didn't help him really clear it up. Suddenly a powerful rush of pleasure tore through his lower half and wow, was he screaming? He wasn't even really aware, just mentally stuck in wave after wave of ecstasy, his body tensed up and hmm, he definitely would need a fair amount of recovery time, if only to make some more sperm.
Murata's body tenses and straightened out on top of Wolfram and he jumped, startled at the strange scream that seemed to have been coming from his husband. Wave after wave of hot sperm seemed to literally be filling Murata and he gasped loudly at the rushing sensation. He dropped the glistening beads onto the bed and reached around him, stroking Wolfram's stomach and chest, breathing heavily and simply listening to that loud cry that was so much like music to his ears.
It wasn't until a few moments later after his muscles finally untensed and his body exhausted itself of sperm that Wolfram came back to the real world, just laying flat on the bed and staring up at the ceiling blankly as he panted for air, still trying to figure out just what had happened.
Murata could feel Wolfram soften and he began the process of lifting himself from Wolfram.
Oh... e_e;;; he could feel it. He could feel the hot liquid draining and oh god there was a LOT of it wasn't there? Wolfram's flaccid peen was covered in it and... yeah, they would so have to change the sheets. Once Murata was off, he sank down next to Wolfram on the bed, gathering his breath all into one place. He turned his head to look at Wolfram, a bit concerned. His eyes had a bit of a faraway look to them and Murata leaned up and planted a small kiss to his temple. "Wolfram?" The hand that had been free of lube reached over to brush sweat-soaked strands of hair from Wolfram's forehead. "Come back to me?"
Wolfram remained silent for a few more moments then slowly turned his head to look at Murata, the same faraway look still in his eyes. "Huh?" He shook his head a bit, trying to clear it, and succeeding slightly. "Oh..Mura…" He blinked a few times then looked back up at the ceiling. "…what just happened?"
"Oh, Wolfram..." Murata chuckled and wrapped an arm around his sticky husband and tugged him close, showering his jawline with kisses all the way to just under his ear. "You just experienced anal beads, that's what happened." He still continued to giggle at random intervals, hugging Wolfram tight and latching his mouth to his neck.
"...oh." Was all Wolfram could seem to manage to say. Oh yeah. The beads...and the pulling of the beads..and yeah..Okay, it was all starting to make more sense. He smiled slightly at Murata's giggling and tilted his head back to allow more access to his neck as he lifted a hand to tangle in the Sage's hair. "So..so it was good?"
"You tell me." Murata laughed against Wolfram's neck and flicked his tongue out briefly at the skin. "But from what I can tell, good was an understatement." He thought momentarily about mentioning the state of their bed, but thought better of it. He was going to lie here and bask in the afterglow with Wolfram for a bit longer.
"Yeah I...I think I blacked out for a moment or something." Wolfram shook his head slightly, his mind still not completely clear yet. He looked down at Murata and started to flick the flippy ends of his hair as he tried to remember everything. "...remind me to let you put whatever you want in me from now on."
Murata frowned slightly. "I wish you would have remembered everything instead of blacking out." If Wolfram experienced such a high amount of pleasure and ecstasy and then couldn't even remember it... where was the point in that? But... when wolfram started to play with his hair, Murata eased up and pulled his head back to look at Wolfram directly in the eyes. "Do you really mean that?" Anything? Buttplug? Rotary Dildo? ...one of those Nextus things that stimulated the exact spot where Wolfram was the most vulnerable? :D?
"Yeah I mean that…" Wolfram sighed deeply and closed his eyes, slowly starting to get his memory back. "Because that was…well, amazing is an understatement." He continued to flick the flippy strands of hair even though he wasn't looking, his other arm sliding around Murata's waist. "I'm..well, I actually still feel boneless."
Murata continued to smile down at Wolfram like this, watching Wolfram closely as if he'd do a trick or something. He was consistently fighting back the urge to kiss him madly, actually, but if Wolfram felt boneless, then it would probably be quite hard to do much in the department of kissing back. "That's alright." He said softly, eyes scanning over Wolfram's face. He was beautiful like this, his eyes closed and with that peaceful look on his face...
"Mm…" Wolfram nodded a little, taking a deep breath then exhaling slowly. After a few moments of silence he cracked an eye open, his lips turned up slightly into a smile. "Hey Mura?" He paused, his smile widening, and it was as if he had read Murata's mind. "Kiss me?"
Murata's jaw when slack, but he quickly corrected that with a smile and pressed downward slowly, delivering a soft kiss that wasn't too rough or too hard or too much of anything. It was pleasant and sweet and delicate and full of fluffy, romantic love.
Wolfram kissed back just as sweetly, not really up for anything more. But he could give these kinds of kisses for hours, no matter how exhausted he was. "Mura…" He sighed softly, pressing a few more of the same kisses to Murata's lips, a far-off, dreamy look in his eyes. "I love you so much."
"I know..." Murata whispered against his lips, a hand reaching up to cup Wolfram's cheek. "I know." He pressed what seemed like a million more kisses to Wolfram's lips and then one more for good measure. He never could get enough of Wolfram's kisses, and he probably never would. "I love you, too."
"Mmmm.." Wolfram sighed again, his smile even wider and a twinkle in his eyes. "Does that mean that I can use the beads on you next time? Or if not the beads, then something else fun from the box?" Because wow, there were lots of things in there to play with.
Murata didn't even think twice. "Yes." He was serious. If Wolfram could have such a mind-blowing orgasm, then Murata wanted one too, damnit. D: "But I want to get a chance to do you, too. I miss that and.. now that you're healed..." Sparkle.
Wolfram nodded along happily, his arm tightening around Murata's waist. "Yeah…I miss having you inside me." Sigh sigh. Sure the beads had been amazing, and yeah Murata was absolutely ravishing as an uke but…he missed being topped and the emotional connection that went along with it.
"I miss being able to take you entirely like that." Murata rested his head by Wolfram's neck, planting kisses at his neck and shoulder and collarbone. He was getting tired, but his body also didn't want to stop kissing Wolfram. It was quite the predicament.
"Mmhhhmmm." Wolfram sighed deeply, groaning a bit as he shifted just slightly. Wow, his body felt really heavy for some reason. "...I was hoping I wouldn't be completely wasted after just one time so we could continue, but...well, it can't be helped." Wolfram had no more semen ;_;
"Then don't move." Murata placed another kiss to Wolfram's skin and then looked up calmly. "I'll keep kissing you until I can't kiss you anymore, I've already decided this." He let his hands wander Wolfram's upper chest... not daring to venture too far down. It was a little too messy down there. Wolfram sure had a lot of sperm. e-e;
Wolfram smiled and nodded a little, just lying back and letting Murata go on his merry way. "Do your worst." He teased, his hand moving to massage Murata's scalp, using his nails gently. And..yeah...Wolfram had exploded and really they would probably need to clean up at least a little before they decided to nap or whatever e_e
Murata's worse was going and lapping at a nipple.. but that required him to slide down Wolfram's torso and Murata... literally... slid.
And that was the end of his battle with the afterglow. He laughed and sat up, stretching. He wasn't as boneless as Wolfram and could therefore go hunting for a towel. "You really outdid yourself, Wolfram. Really."
Wolfram actually blushed slightly, feeling a little embarrassed and self-conscious. "Yeah..well...it's not completely my fault! And now I probably won't be able to do anything else for the next few days because my body will need time to remake all of that!" And then Wolfram actually looked down at himself..and ew.
Murata's eyes widened. "I don't think you'll need a few days. Maybe overnight at the most." It /was/ a lot of sperm, but the male body was quite versatile when stimulated. He merely grinned and shuffled off the bed. He was a bit wobbly at first, but after using the edge of the bed as a guide, he could stand up well enough. "I'll go grab a towel. You stay there and look sexy."
He began to walk to get the item in question but he made an odd sort of face and looked down. Oh... he could feel it running down his legs now that he was completely vertical.
Wolfram stayed in his spot and looked as sexy as he could while covered in sperm and boneless and really not trying at all. He could see it on Murata's legs from here, though, and he couldn't help but wrinkle his nose a bit. Yeah…he had gone overboard. "Sorry…about that…" He motioned vaguely, his cheeks redder now.
Murata had gotten the towel by now and waved off Wolfram's apology. "No, no it's fine!" Wipe wipe. He brought the cleaner end of the towel over to Wolfram and gently cleaned off Wolfram's chest and thighs as well as peen. He hummed a little as he did so, clearly not looking gross out at all. "I feel like I'm your mother." He snickered. Wolfram's entire BODY was red it seemed like. It was so cute. <3
"Ewww, don't say that. It's really creepy to imagine my mother doing this!" Wolfram squirmed a little, even though it took much more effort than it should have. Not to mention it was a little embarrassing to just have to lay there and let his husband clean him because he had gone too far and exhausted himself. "Hurry up and get back in bed..."
"I'm making you look nice and pretty again." Murata teased, and finished his work, tossing the towel to the corner for the maids to deal with later. He crawled back into bed a short time later, finding his usual spot in Wolfram's arms, nestled against his side. "So anal beads are on our list of 'Good Things,' now?" Amazing how they were once considered as something they would never use.
Wolfram nodded immediately, taking quite a bit of effort to roll onto his side so he could wrap his arms around Murata’s waist and snuggle close. He still felt so heavy. “Of course they are..” He yawned widely and nuzzled against Murata’s shoulder. “If they can make me this tired, then they’re obviously amazing…and I can’t wait to use them on you <3”
"Now I know how to deal with you when you're being an insomniac." Murata joked, but welcomed his husband into his arms, holding him in a tight, but warm embrace. "But really..." Murata caught Wolfram's contagious yawn and smacked his chops a few times to accentuate it. "I'm looking forward to it, too."
"Hee." Wolfram smiled widely and leaned forward to press one big, sloppy, goodnight kiss to Murata's lips. "Alright, sleep now? Because Shinou knows I need it." And for some reason, it didn't bother him that much to say Shinou's name..
Murata tried not to laugh against Wolfram's lips. Sometimes his husband was far too cute to handle. T^T "Sleep sounds nice." He managed after a while and pressed a kiss to the middle of Wolfram's forehead. "Goodnight, love."
"Goodnight." Wolfram murmured before he easily slipped into a dream that involved Murata and the other various contents of the box <3
Murata, however, had a nightmare in which he was hungry.
But it wasn't his stomach.