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MuraWolf
NC-17
Wolfram skips out on training and bathes with Murata. Gayly. They decide to bake sugar cookies, though. :D But this ends before they get to the kitchen.
The castle was a dangerous place to be.
Nearly every corner Murata turned, he had to be careful in case a bucket fell on his head or he would set off a tripwire. Someone was playing foolish pranks, but they were very easily noticable... and only an idiot would ever... ever ever ever fall for them.
But Murata, however, was slightly less of an idiot than most idiots and was therefore cleverly able to avoid any and all of the traps set out for someone.
In either case, the castle wasn't safe, so Murata was getting in tune with nature by sitting in the garden and watching Morgif make sad attempts to get laid by a maid. Yeah... life was pretty sweet. Except for the part where Wolfram wasn't around... but Wolfram had other duties he had to attend to. He didn't have the priviledge of sitting around and getting fat like Murata did.
No, Wolfram didn't have that privilege at all because at the moment, he was currently undergoing another part of Gwendal's ridiculous training/torture, this time being forced to carry around two large weights suspended across his shoulders by a bar while he ran laps. Somewhere around the 10th lap or so he had stopped and removed his coat and unbuttoned his white undershirt most of the way, flashing glistening, ivory skin and giving the maids quite a show, though he couldn't have been less concerned. He was far too busy cursing to himself as he continued his laps, running by Murata without even noticing him.
Did Murata notice? Yes. Did Murata stop watching Morgif? Yes. Did Murata's jaw drop? Yes. Was he drooling? Yes.
Was he--ohshit that's blood! Murata scrambled to get himself a hankerchief and plug his nose up before the nosbleed worsened. It's just... oh god, Wolfram. Run by again. However, Murata didn't exactly wait for the opportunity. No, he followed Wolfram's running path for a better look... and... maybe he could be at Wolfram's ending point with a glass of water and a towel and... <3
Wolfram was completely focused on the task at hand, which was currently 10 more laps D: He didn't notice Murata follow or any of the other looks that he got from other soldiers standing around, though he did pause for a moment to adjust the weight on his shoulders and tug at his shirt a bit more, undoing the rest of the buttons. It was hot outside, damn it, and he was sweating buckets D:
Murata... stopped following Wolfram because he was old and fat and out of breath. He did, however, make it a point to go back to Wolfram's ending point and make himself look sexy by getting some fresh water ready for him because... well... he was probably incredibly parched and Murata could let his husband dehydrate. Although.. Wolfram's face looked as though it were going to explode, and Murata thought he should have a word with Gwendal about that but... the sweat and the hot and the... Murata needed a new hankie.
Wolfram continued his lap undisturbed…but stopped when he saw Murata in the distance, standing there with water. At that moment, Wolfram was sure that he had never seen a more beautiful site in his life. Screw Gwendal's dumb training. He threw the weights off to the side and jogged over to Murata, arms outstretched towards the treasured liquid. Oh water..
And suddenly a stinky, sweaty Wolfram was running toward Murata and he looked like a dirty Mexican more than a glistening angel and Murata was startled for enough of a moment that he threw the glass of water he had been holding in the air and watched in slow-motion as it poured itself all over his husband.
Wolfram…actually didn't get as angry as he should have, because wow, the water felt really nice @_@ He simply stopped in his place a few steps before his husband and relished the cold for a few moments before the heat of the sun stole it away…and THEN he got pissed.
"You know, I would've liked to actually DRINK some of that water." He frowned, his voice a bit scratchy.
"Oh. Well." Murata filled another glass with the pitcher that was on the table because he wasn't dumb enough to only have one glass. Wolfram had lost a lot of water afterall. "Here you go!" Sunshine and smiles and rainbow beams. "You should ditch training and be lazy in the bath with me. I'll wash behind your ears and we can do something... like.. bake cookies again. Remember?"
Wolfram instantly forgave his husband when he was handed another glass of water, which he gulped down quickly…and then he grabbed the pitcher and unceremoniously dumped it over himself, getting completely soaked in something other than sweat. Ahh. Much better.
And ohshinou Murata's idea sounded wonderful. Wolfram tried to keep his eyes from lighting up too much, but failed. "…sugar cookies??"
Murata tapped his chin and took the now-empty pitcher from Wolfram and placed it back on the table. "I don't know... maybe." He made an obviously coy face, which meant something along the lines of 'hella yes' so... sugar cookies it would probably be. He was also smiling, so that kind of really did him in as well.
... and he contemplated throwing his arms around his husband at this moment too, but also wondered if Wolfram would be too wet, too stinky, too sore or too irritated to receive a hug.
"Maybe?" Wolfram smiled a bit when he saw the look on his husband's face. Oh yes. They would be sugar cookies. And Wolfram couldn't turn those down.
"Alright." He answered confidently, after a moment. "But if aniue gets angry at me, I'm blaming you." He ran his hands through his wet hair a few times and made a face of disgust when he realized that he had lifted his arms and that it was him who was reeking. "…but..bath first, please."
Murata turned his head and pretended he wasn't gagging from Wolfram's obviously stinky armpits. Aw, but he still loved his husband... even if he smelled like a dead object of reeking reekdom.
"Yeah... a bath sound like the number one best idea." Murata said rather gayly. "I'll... bring... the raspberry scented soap. :D" Because he wanted Wolfram to smell like fruit.
Wolfram just nodded a little, looking around to make sure that no one like say, Gwendal, was watching him make his escape. Despite Murata probably not wanting to touch him, Wolfram grabbed his husband's hand anyway, insisting on holding it as they walked towards the bath. Oh, he could almost feel the cleanliness already <3
Murata really didn't mind Wolfram holding his hand, because... hey, they were going to have a bath and that was full of clean, so Murata could deal with a sweaty hand for right now. .... he also hoped Wolfram got that bikini wax he had been talking about.
Wolfram was all-too-pleased to be getting away from his morning torture, especially to go and laze around with his husband in the bath. He gave Murata's hand a squeeze and smiled over at him, barely able to keep from skipping, especially once the bath came into view. He managed to casually stroll over and remove his clothes, seeming not nearly as eager as he was feeling to get into that warm, soothing water. And why yes, he HAD gotten that bikini wax done, and he was proud to be hairless.
Murata was much more aloof about removing his clothing. He had taken many a bath with Wolfram before, so this wasn't supposed to be any different, right?
But why did Wolfram move so much sexier than normal today? He found himself staring when he probably shouldn't be.
Well, it might've been because Wolfram was now as hairless as an eight year old boy..but then again, that seemed to be something that would've attracted Conrad more than Murata. He turned to face his husband, a bit of a smirk on his face as he waited for the Sage to notice the change.
Oh, it just meant less friction or something for Murata. He didn't really mind if Wolfram was hairless one way or another. But the feeling must have been liberating or something to Wolfram so that he moved slightly different than normal, and that seemed to turn him on. Murata decided to humor him. "So Wolfram, you seem different. Have you been working out?" Nevermind that Murata just picked him up from a grueling training session.
"Well...yes, I have been doing that.." Wolfram admitted, rolling his shoulders a bit, as they were sore from that morning's workout. He took a step closer to Murata after, thrusting his hips out in the process, just begging for the Sage to notice. "But there's something else, too.."
"Hmmm..." Murata tapped his chin. "Haircut?"
Wolfram lifted a hand up to ruffle his own dirty hair then shook his head. "Nope. Try again." He stuck his hips out further, looking rather stupid.
Murata had to laugh because yeah.. Wolfram looked pretty dumb. He eventually stopped teasing and gave in,closed the gap between them and allowed his hands to graze over the freshly-waxed areas. So smooth... *_* "You make me feel like a primate, now."
Wolfram smiled widely and managed to stick his hips out even further without falling backwards, happy that Murata was giving him attention and that he approved. He laughed softly at Murata's admission, though, and reached out to run a fingertip through the faint trail of hair leading down from the Sage's bellybutton. "You're not anywhere near that hairy, you know."
"But it's black and noticeable." Murata frowned. Even if he waxed it, it would be ugly. Eh, but Wolfram hadn't broken up with him anyway, so it must not have mattered. "But you stink. Bath time."
"Yeah but I like it. It makes you more..masculine." ...despite the fact that it was barely there. Wolfram nodded to the bath suggestion, though, and promptly turned, taking his time stepping into the water and settling against the side with a deep sigh of relief, extending his arms a moment later and beckoning for Murata to join him.
Well, Masculine was good. Before getting in, Murata got a sponge and lathered it up so that the moment he got in, he was attacking Wolfram with it. He was determined to get the stink off of him so that he could kiss nice, clean skin. <3
Wolfram didn't mind at all, as he could pretty much see the waves of stink rolling off of him. He welcomed the scrubbing, doing whatever Murata asked of him and looking forward to being clean so he could cling and molest fully.
Murata tried to clean fast and efficiently, and because he didn't want too spend too much time in this log cleaning his husband. He wanted to do him... or something close to doing at the very least. Wolfram was just been ten times more sexy today than usual,so Murata really couldn't help himself if he was to pull anything today. He even washed Wolfram's hair and scrubbed behind his ears and between his toes. <3
Wolfram just spun, tilted, and lifted body part accordingly to what Murata asked, giggling softly when he got to his toes. "That tickles..." He giggled a bit more, wiggling his toes and smiling widely.
Well, at least Murata wasn't licking them. He grinned, though, actually contemplating it... but instead he set them down, discarded the sponge and waded over to hover over Wolfram, straddling him. "Now that you're clean..." Griiiiin.
Wolfram..well, hadn't really been expecting that, honestly. Really, he was pretty worn out from his morning work out and it became obvious when all he did was put his hands lightly on Murata's waist, wanting to cuddle. "Hmm?"
Wolfram could sit there. Murata wanted to kiss him. He settled down, lowering his lips to Wolfram's in a polite kiss before pulling back. "That." He smiled and did it again.
Wolfram smiled and pulled Murata a bit closer by his hips, this time leaning forward to meet his husband's lips, keeping the kiss light and sweet. "Mmm, I see."
"Oh, Wolfram..." Murata suddenly found himself whispering against Wolfram's lips in another kiss before he ventured down his jawline to flick his tongue out at the spot of skin just below Wolfram's ear. "I love you so much."
And really, Wolfram had no clue just what he had done that morning to deserve this, but he was really glad that he had done it. He shivered when he felt wetness under his ear, a chill running down his spine and his hands tightening on Murata's waist. "I love you too...you and your random urges." He laughed softly, sliding one hand up Murata's spine, using his nails lightly.
It had been an earlier proven fact that when Wolfram tried to look sexy, it didn't work, but when he wasn't even trying at all, Murata was all over him like ugly on an ant. That was Murata for you: random and unpredictable.. or something.
He was indulging himself in Wolfram for now. Pressing kisses to his neck and collar, sucking on the skin just enough to produce light-colored marks that weren't giant and red and ugly.
Wolfram breathed in deeply then exhaled slowly, a content smile on his face as his eyes slid closed, both hands wandering across Murata's back now, just scratching lightly at the pale skin. This was wonderful, he had to admit, and they weren't even doing anything particularly complicated. Just letting Murata worship his skin was enough.
Murata liked to worship Wolfram's skin.. especially freshly cleaned and fruit smelling skin. He kissed his way to the other side and gave it the same treatment. He let his hands moved up and down Wolfram's sides, just barely grazing them under the water. Everything felt so much smoother under the water, it was nice. <3
Wolfram's smile managed to widen and he giggled softly from the hands on his sides, squirming just slightly because it kind of tickled. "Muraaa.." He sighed softly, his hands sliding up to massage the Sage's shoulders lightly.
"Wolfraaaaaam." Murata said back in an identical tone except... his as in a mocking manner and he looked up with an oddly mischievious grin on his lips. This was mostly because he was being a bastard, but it was fun.
Wolfram pouted, his bottom lip jutted out cutely. Murata was mocking him! ;_; He tried to scoot away a little, just to show that he wasn't pleased.
Murata wasn't about to let this happen, oh no. He grabbed a hold of Wolfram around the waist and held him tight. "Where do you think you're going?"
"I'm going across the bath to sulk about how you mocked me." Wolfram answered honestly, still pouting.
"I'm being a flirt." Murata bopped Wolfram on the head. "Stop being ridiculous and let me kiss you some more. Please?"
"No you're not, you're being mean." ...but nevertheless, when prompted, Wolfram leaned forward and stole a kiss, his pout suddenly a small smirk.
"Hey." Murata warned, gathering Wolfram up tightly and pressed his lips against the others, harder this time. "Saying you're going away and then doing THAT is mean."
"Hey, you knew what you were getting into when you married me. No complaining." Wolfram snickered softly and leaned forward, pressing his lips against Murata's then swiping his tongue along the Sage's lower lip.
Murata was actually going to complain, but then Wolfram did that and he didn't complain anymore. He shuddered briefly and wondered if Wolfram would mind if he did him in the bathtub.
Well..Wolfram actually was kind of physically tired..but then again he was Wolfram and he could get it up at pretty much anytime. He wrapped his arms back around Murata's waist, fingers tracing lightly against the small of his back under the water.
Although... part of Murata wondered if he could get through a bath with Wolfram without having sex, so he held back. He simply let his legs tangle with his husband's under the water and had a grand old time just kissing at his temple.
Wolfram sighed and closed his eyes again, just relaxing and letting the water soothe his sore muscles. He did dare to whine Murata's name again, only halfway expecting to be mocked again. "Muraaaaaaa..."
Murata was quiet this time, except for a small laughter that was actually only a short, quick breath and a smile as he planted a kiss to Wolfram's forehead.
Wolfram couldn't contain the smile that spread across his face. He was really enjoying this. Just cuddling and being cute and silly with eachother...After a moment, he growled playfully and took a hold of Murata's bottom lip between his teeth, just holding it lightly.
It hurt to smile, but Murata couldn't help it. "What was that shor, Wolshram?" He attempted to say without the use of his buttom lip. He contemplated tickling WOlfram to get him to let go and then attack him with... something.
Wolfram released Murata's lip a moment later, laughing softly. "I don't know. Just felt like attacking you." He pressed a soft kiss to Murata's lips, lingering on the bottom one a moment longer as if to apologize.
"I'm not exactly complaining. You should attack me more often." He grinned. Wolfram was... well he was really cute when he did that. And Murata liked it. <3
"Well maybe I'll consider it.." Wolfram leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the tip of Murata's nose. Aww, they were so cute and gay <3
"Maybe? Consider?" Murata frowned. Those weren't very cool words, no they weren't. He pouted and made little circles in the water with his finger.
"Mmmhhhmmm..that's what I said..." ..but a moment later Wolfram was growling again and lunging, this time, for Murata's earlobe, which he tugged at lightly with his teeth. Hee :3
Murata let out an odd sort of giggle and clung tightly to Wolfram, trying not to fall backward into the water. He could feel Wolfram's breath at his ear and he couldn't do anything but to smile.
After a bit of nibbling, Wolfram pulled away to blow a hot puff of air into Murata's ear, already giggling because he knew the reaction he would get.
Murata gave a weird squeak and clutched Wolfram to him, spinning around in the water. "One day, I'll kill you. I promise." He teased, letting go of Wolfram and floating away slowly.
"Awww, sweet, sweet poetry." Wolfram teased, reaching out and grabbing hold of Murata's ankle before he could float too far away. "Not so fast. I'm not done with you."
Murata worked hard not to be dunked underwater and was forced to wade in a ridiculous fashion back to his husband. "But I'm done with you." Teasing pout.
"Well I don't care." Wolfram stated plainly, tugging Murata back into his lap forcefully and planting a sudden, rough kiss to his lips. He pulled back with a smirk when he was done.
Murata wiggled around on Wolfram's lap, bouncing like a small child. "You're going to make my lips numb from kissing." and Murata... kissed Wolfram /again/.
"So? What else do you need them for?" Because Wolfram was quite intent on not stopping anytime soon. It was like once he had gotten a taste, he just couldn't be satisfied..and after the kiss broke, he leaned in for yet another one.
"These lips were made for talking.." Murata started to sing, realized Wolfram might not get the joke... or would make fun of his wobbly voice and stopped immediately. He decided that kissing was okay and went for the kill, suckling Wolfram's bottom lip in retaliation for before.
Wolfram just grinned a bit and chuckled until there were lips on his again and you know, he had to wonder why they didn't kiss more often, because it was so...well, loving. Yeah hardcore sex was cool and everything, but these teasing nibbles and licks somehow spoke more volumes.
Murata would love to kiss more, but kissing let to his peen wanting some action, too, so kissing never lasted long. He did concentrate on pulling at Wolfram's top lip with his teeth and let it go so that it flopped back in place. He grinned at the simplicity of it all.
Wolfram giggled softly because, hey, it had been kind of funny and cute and then suddenly he couldn't stop pressing light, teasing kisses all down Murata's jaw and down the side of his neck, stopping at the junction of neck and shoulder to nibble, growling cutely.
Wolfram really was a cute little adorable thing to have for a husband and Murata always enjoyed every moment of being married to him. He craned his neck so that Wolfram had a better angle and made soft dove cooing noises from his throat to mingle with Wolfram's growls.
Wolfram giggled, his soft "Grrrrr" noises rising in volume as he nipped playfully at Murata's collarbone, unable to keep a smile from his face. It was just so..silly, but so sweet at the same time.
"Down, tiger. You might eat all my skin off." Murata pawed at Wolfram playfully, not really wanting his husband to stop. He was positively purring.
Wolfram giggled a bit more and shook his head, eyes sparkling playfully. "I don't want to eat it. I'm just tasting..." And with that, he flicked his tongue out to lick across where he had just been nibbling, lapping at the small hollow between Murata's throat and collarbone.
"Only tasting?" Murata grinned. "Like a taste-tester? Or a food tester? To see if I'm poisoned?" Aw, if Murata was poisoned that would be kind of nifty... but then again it kind of wouldn't because Murata quite liked it when Wolfram licked him and if he was poisoned, then he couldn't be licked anymore ;o;
"Something like that…" Wolfram smiled…then dove in for the kill, gnawing lightly on the side of Murata's neck while making exaggerated chewing noises. He pulled the Sage closer by his hips, gnawing all along the length of his neck, though never very hard…and after a few moments, he couldn't stop himself from bursting into giggles because it was just so stupid.
Murata even made mock screaming noises as Wolfram attempted to eat his flesh. But when Wolfram could no longer keep a straight face, neither could Murata. He soon found himself sinking into the water and blowing bubbles just below the surface only to keep himself from laughing too hard... except the plan backfired and he only succeeded in spraying water all over the place as laughter consumed him once again. "What the hell, Wolfram...! What the hell!" More laughter.
Wolfram just leaned back and finally released all of his laughter into a massive gigglefit, shaking his head in the process to answer Murata's exclamation. "I..I don't know! I don't know! I just…it…it seemed like a good idea at the time!"
"I think I'm going to go over there." Murata pointed to the opposite end of the bath. "And see if I can grow some of my skin back." He wasn't angry. He was far from it. His eyes were still laughing as he attempted his escape.
"Ah! No! Don't leave me!" Wolfram reached out with his ninja-like speed and grabbed Murata's wrist before he could get far enough away and tugged the Sage back to him through the water.
Murata floated back to Wolfram and pinned him to the side of the tub, grinning back at him. He somehow managed to get his wrist free and took a hold of Wolfram's hand instead. He took a look at it, frowned at the raisin-skin and sighed. "Hey." He leaned in kissing Wolfram's forehead. "You and I need to get something to eat. Weren't we baking cookies?"
Oh yeah..cookies. Wolfram nodded a bit, still smiling from laughing so much. "That is correct, sir." He leaned forward and stole a light peck then reached behind him, feeling around for his towel which he knew was close by. "Sugar cookies, right?"
"Sugar cookies." Murata agreed, clinging to Wolfram as long as he could until he figured it was inevitable and he had to get out of the tub and fish himself a towel. "Hey." He turned, the towel around his waist all manly-like. "You'll save some of the sugar for later tonight, right?" Beam.
Wolfram, by this point, had gotten out of the bath himself and was currently towel-drying his hair. He paused, towel on head, to give Murata a sarcastic look. "…not if you make stupid jokes like that." …but he did chuckle softly. Murata was such a dork <3
"But Wolfraaaam." Murata pouted and stomped at the floor like a child. "I've been really good and I like sugar, pleeeease?" He sidled up behind him, hoping to coax him into submission with a high quality shoulder massage. "I'll wear nothing but an aaaaprooon~" His voice was strangely altered to a sing-song tone.
Wolfram snickered softly at the thought of that and had to give in. Really. Murata in nothing but an apron? Yes please.
"Well…okay then…but only because I love you, alright?" Wolfram grinned, tossing his towel aside and reaching for his change of clothes that were magically there.
... oh to be continued.
NC-17
Wolfram skips out on training and bathes with Murata. Gayly. They decide to bake sugar cookies, though. :D But this ends before they get to the kitchen.
The castle was a dangerous place to be.
Nearly every corner Murata turned, he had to be careful in case a bucket fell on his head or he would set off a tripwire. Someone was playing foolish pranks, but they were very easily noticable... and only an idiot would ever... ever ever ever fall for them.
But Murata, however, was slightly less of an idiot than most idiots and was therefore cleverly able to avoid any and all of the traps set out for someone.
In either case, the castle wasn't safe, so Murata was getting in tune with nature by sitting in the garden and watching Morgif make sad attempts to get laid by a maid. Yeah... life was pretty sweet. Except for the part where Wolfram wasn't around... but Wolfram had other duties he had to attend to. He didn't have the priviledge of sitting around and getting fat like Murata did.
No, Wolfram didn't have that privilege at all because at the moment, he was currently undergoing another part of Gwendal's ridiculous training/torture, this time being forced to carry around two large weights suspended across his shoulders by a bar while he ran laps. Somewhere around the 10th lap or so he had stopped and removed his coat and unbuttoned his white undershirt most of the way, flashing glistening, ivory skin and giving the maids quite a show, though he couldn't have been less concerned. He was far too busy cursing to himself as he continued his laps, running by Murata without even noticing him.
Did Murata notice? Yes. Did Murata stop watching Morgif? Yes. Did Murata's jaw drop? Yes. Was he drooling? Yes.
Was he--ohshit that's blood! Murata scrambled to get himself a hankerchief and plug his nose up before the nosbleed worsened. It's just... oh god, Wolfram. Run by again. However, Murata didn't exactly wait for the opportunity. No, he followed Wolfram's running path for a better look... and... maybe he could be at Wolfram's ending point with a glass of water and a towel and... <3
Wolfram was completely focused on the task at hand, which was currently 10 more laps D: He didn't notice Murata follow or any of the other looks that he got from other soldiers standing around, though he did pause for a moment to adjust the weight on his shoulders and tug at his shirt a bit more, undoing the rest of the buttons. It was hot outside, damn it, and he was sweating buckets D:
Murata... stopped following Wolfram because he was old and fat and out of breath. He did, however, make it a point to go back to Wolfram's ending point and make himself look sexy by getting some fresh water ready for him because... well... he was probably incredibly parched and Murata could let his husband dehydrate. Although.. Wolfram's face looked as though it were going to explode, and Murata thought he should have a word with Gwendal about that but... the sweat and the hot and the... Murata needed a new hankie.
Wolfram continued his lap undisturbed…but stopped when he saw Murata in the distance, standing there with water. At that moment, Wolfram was sure that he had never seen a more beautiful site in his life. Screw Gwendal's dumb training. He threw the weights off to the side and jogged over to Murata, arms outstretched towards the treasured liquid. Oh water..
And suddenly a stinky, sweaty Wolfram was running toward Murata and he looked like a dirty Mexican more than a glistening angel and Murata was startled for enough of a moment that he threw the glass of water he had been holding in the air and watched in slow-motion as it poured itself all over his husband.
Wolfram…actually didn't get as angry as he should have, because wow, the water felt really nice @_@ He simply stopped in his place a few steps before his husband and relished the cold for a few moments before the heat of the sun stole it away…and THEN he got pissed.
"You know, I would've liked to actually DRINK some of that water." He frowned, his voice a bit scratchy.
"Oh. Well." Murata filled another glass with the pitcher that was on the table because he wasn't dumb enough to only have one glass. Wolfram had lost a lot of water afterall. "Here you go!" Sunshine and smiles and rainbow beams. "You should ditch training and be lazy in the bath with me. I'll wash behind your ears and we can do something... like.. bake cookies again. Remember?"
Wolfram instantly forgave his husband when he was handed another glass of water, which he gulped down quickly…and then he grabbed the pitcher and unceremoniously dumped it over himself, getting completely soaked in something other than sweat. Ahh. Much better.
And ohshinou Murata's idea sounded wonderful. Wolfram tried to keep his eyes from lighting up too much, but failed. "…sugar cookies??"
Murata tapped his chin and took the now-empty pitcher from Wolfram and placed it back on the table. "I don't know... maybe." He made an obviously coy face, which meant something along the lines of 'hella yes' so... sugar cookies it would probably be. He was also smiling, so that kind of really did him in as well.
... and he contemplated throwing his arms around his husband at this moment too, but also wondered if Wolfram would be too wet, too stinky, too sore or too irritated to receive a hug.
"Maybe?" Wolfram smiled a bit when he saw the look on his husband's face. Oh yes. They would be sugar cookies. And Wolfram couldn't turn those down.
"Alright." He answered confidently, after a moment. "But if aniue gets angry at me, I'm blaming you." He ran his hands through his wet hair a few times and made a face of disgust when he realized that he had lifted his arms and that it was him who was reeking. "…but..bath first, please."
Murata turned his head and pretended he wasn't gagging from Wolfram's obviously stinky armpits. Aw, but he still loved his husband... even if he smelled like a dead object of reeking reekdom.
"Yeah... a bath sound like the number one best idea." Murata said rather gayly. "I'll... bring... the raspberry scented soap. :D" Because he wanted Wolfram to smell like fruit.
Wolfram just nodded a little, looking around to make sure that no one like say, Gwendal, was watching him make his escape. Despite Murata probably not wanting to touch him, Wolfram grabbed his husband's hand anyway, insisting on holding it as they walked towards the bath. Oh, he could almost feel the cleanliness already <3
Murata really didn't mind Wolfram holding his hand, because... hey, they were going to have a bath and that was full of clean, so Murata could deal with a sweaty hand for right now. .... he also hoped Wolfram got that bikini wax he had been talking about.
Wolfram was all-too-pleased to be getting away from his morning torture, especially to go and laze around with his husband in the bath. He gave Murata's hand a squeeze and smiled over at him, barely able to keep from skipping, especially once the bath came into view. He managed to casually stroll over and remove his clothes, seeming not nearly as eager as he was feeling to get into that warm, soothing water. And why yes, he HAD gotten that bikini wax done, and he was proud to be hairless.
Murata was much more aloof about removing his clothing. He had taken many a bath with Wolfram before, so this wasn't supposed to be any different, right?
But why did Wolfram move so much sexier than normal today? He found himself staring when he probably shouldn't be.
Well, it might've been because Wolfram was now as hairless as an eight year old boy..but then again, that seemed to be something that would've attracted Conrad more than Murata. He turned to face his husband, a bit of a smirk on his face as he waited for the Sage to notice the change.
Oh, it just meant less friction or something for Murata. He didn't really mind if Wolfram was hairless one way or another. But the feeling must have been liberating or something to Wolfram so that he moved slightly different than normal, and that seemed to turn him on. Murata decided to humor him. "So Wolfram, you seem different. Have you been working out?" Nevermind that Murata just picked him up from a grueling training session.
"Well...yes, I have been doing that.." Wolfram admitted, rolling his shoulders a bit, as they were sore from that morning's workout. He took a step closer to Murata after, thrusting his hips out in the process, just begging for the Sage to notice. "But there's something else, too.."
"Hmmm..." Murata tapped his chin. "Haircut?"
Wolfram lifted a hand up to ruffle his own dirty hair then shook his head. "Nope. Try again." He stuck his hips out further, looking rather stupid.
Murata had to laugh because yeah.. Wolfram looked pretty dumb. He eventually stopped teasing and gave in,closed the gap between them and allowed his hands to graze over the freshly-waxed areas. So smooth... *_* "You make me feel like a primate, now."
Wolfram smiled widely and managed to stick his hips out even further without falling backwards, happy that Murata was giving him attention and that he approved. He laughed softly at Murata's admission, though, and reached out to run a fingertip through the faint trail of hair leading down from the Sage's bellybutton. "You're not anywhere near that hairy, you know."
"But it's black and noticeable." Murata frowned. Even if he waxed it, it would be ugly. Eh, but Wolfram hadn't broken up with him anyway, so it must not have mattered. "But you stink. Bath time."
"Yeah but I like it. It makes you more..masculine." ...despite the fact that it was barely there. Wolfram nodded to the bath suggestion, though, and promptly turned, taking his time stepping into the water and settling against the side with a deep sigh of relief, extending his arms a moment later and beckoning for Murata to join him.
Well, Masculine was good. Before getting in, Murata got a sponge and lathered it up so that the moment he got in, he was attacking Wolfram with it. He was determined to get the stink off of him so that he could kiss nice, clean skin. <3
Wolfram didn't mind at all, as he could pretty much see the waves of stink rolling off of him. He welcomed the scrubbing, doing whatever Murata asked of him and looking forward to being clean so he could cling and molest fully.
Murata tried to clean fast and efficiently, and because he didn't want too spend too much time in this log cleaning his husband. He wanted to do him... or something close to doing at the very least. Wolfram was just been ten times more sexy today than usual,so Murata really couldn't help himself if he was to pull anything today. He even washed Wolfram's hair and scrubbed behind his ears and between his toes. <3
Wolfram just spun, tilted, and lifted body part accordingly to what Murata asked, giggling softly when he got to his toes. "That tickles..." He giggled a bit more, wiggling his toes and smiling widely.
Well, at least Murata wasn't licking them. He grinned, though, actually contemplating it... but instead he set them down, discarded the sponge and waded over to hover over Wolfram, straddling him. "Now that you're clean..." Griiiiin.
Wolfram..well, hadn't really been expecting that, honestly. Really, he was pretty worn out from his morning work out and it became obvious when all he did was put his hands lightly on Murata's waist, wanting to cuddle. "Hmm?"
Wolfram could sit there. Murata wanted to kiss him. He settled down, lowering his lips to Wolfram's in a polite kiss before pulling back. "That." He smiled and did it again.
Wolfram smiled and pulled Murata a bit closer by his hips, this time leaning forward to meet his husband's lips, keeping the kiss light and sweet. "Mmm, I see."
"Oh, Wolfram..." Murata suddenly found himself whispering against Wolfram's lips in another kiss before he ventured down his jawline to flick his tongue out at the spot of skin just below Wolfram's ear. "I love you so much."
And really, Wolfram had no clue just what he had done that morning to deserve this, but he was really glad that he had done it. He shivered when he felt wetness under his ear, a chill running down his spine and his hands tightening on Murata's waist. "I love you too...you and your random urges." He laughed softly, sliding one hand up Murata's spine, using his nails lightly.
It had been an earlier proven fact that when Wolfram tried to look sexy, it didn't work, but when he wasn't even trying at all, Murata was all over him like ugly on an ant. That was Murata for you: random and unpredictable.. or something.
He was indulging himself in Wolfram for now. Pressing kisses to his neck and collar, sucking on the skin just enough to produce light-colored marks that weren't giant and red and ugly.
Wolfram breathed in deeply then exhaled slowly, a content smile on his face as his eyes slid closed, both hands wandering across Murata's back now, just scratching lightly at the pale skin. This was wonderful, he had to admit, and they weren't even doing anything particularly complicated. Just letting Murata worship his skin was enough.
Murata liked to worship Wolfram's skin.. especially freshly cleaned and fruit smelling skin. He kissed his way to the other side and gave it the same treatment. He let his hands moved up and down Wolfram's sides, just barely grazing them under the water. Everything felt so much smoother under the water, it was nice. <3
Wolfram's smile managed to widen and he giggled softly from the hands on his sides, squirming just slightly because it kind of tickled. "Muraaa.." He sighed softly, his hands sliding up to massage the Sage's shoulders lightly.
"Wolfraaaaaam." Murata said back in an identical tone except... his as in a mocking manner and he looked up with an oddly mischievious grin on his lips. This was mostly because he was being a bastard, but it was fun.
Wolfram pouted, his bottom lip jutted out cutely. Murata was mocking him! ;_; He tried to scoot away a little, just to show that he wasn't pleased.
Murata wasn't about to let this happen, oh no. He grabbed a hold of Wolfram around the waist and held him tight. "Where do you think you're going?"
"I'm going across the bath to sulk about how you mocked me." Wolfram answered honestly, still pouting.
"I'm being a flirt." Murata bopped Wolfram on the head. "Stop being ridiculous and let me kiss you some more. Please?"
"No you're not, you're being mean." ...but nevertheless, when prompted, Wolfram leaned forward and stole a kiss, his pout suddenly a small smirk.
"Hey." Murata warned, gathering Wolfram up tightly and pressed his lips against the others, harder this time. "Saying you're going away and then doing THAT is mean."
"Hey, you knew what you were getting into when you married me. No complaining." Wolfram snickered softly and leaned forward, pressing his lips against Murata's then swiping his tongue along the Sage's lower lip.
Murata was actually going to complain, but then Wolfram did that and he didn't complain anymore. He shuddered briefly and wondered if Wolfram would mind if he did him in the bathtub.
Well..Wolfram actually was kind of physically tired..but then again he was Wolfram and he could get it up at pretty much anytime. He wrapped his arms back around Murata's waist, fingers tracing lightly against the small of his back under the water.
Although... part of Murata wondered if he could get through a bath with Wolfram without having sex, so he held back. He simply let his legs tangle with his husband's under the water and had a grand old time just kissing at his temple.
Wolfram sighed and closed his eyes again, just relaxing and letting the water soothe his sore muscles. He did dare to whine Murata's name again, only halfway expecting to be mocked again. "Muraaaaaaa..."
Murata was quiet this time, except for a small laughter that was actually only a short, quick breath and a smile as he planted a kiss to Wolfram's forehead.
Wolfram couldn't contain the smile that spread across his face. He was really enjoying this. Just cuddling and being cute and silly with eachother...After a moment, he growled playfully and took a hold of Murata's bottom lip between his teeth, just holding it lightly.
It hurt to smile, but Murata couldn't help it. "What was that shor, Wolshram?" He attempted to say without the use of his buttom lip. He contemplated tickling WOlfram to get him to let go and then attack him with... something.
Wolfram released Murata's lip a moment later, laughing softly. "I don't know. Just felt like attacking you." He pressed a soft kiss to Murata's lips, lingering on the bottom one a moment longer as if to apologize.
"I'm not exactly complaining. You should attack me more often." He grinned. Wolfram was... well he was really cute when he did that. And Murata liked it. <3
"Well maybe I'll consider it.." Wolfram leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the tip of Murata's nose. Aww, they were so cute and gay <3
"Maybe? Consider?" Murata frowned. Those weren't very cool words, no they weren't. He pouted and made little circles in the water with his finger.
"Mmmhhhmmm..that's what I said..." ..but a moment later Wolfram was growling again and lunging, this time, for Murata's earlobe, which he tugged at lightly with his teeth. Hee :3
Murata let out an odd sort of giggle and clung tightly to Wolfram, trying not to fall backward into the water. He could feel Wolfram's breath at his ear and he couldn't do anything but to smile.
After a bit of nibbling, Wolfram pulled away to blow a hot puff of air into Murata's ear, already giggling because he knew the reaction he would get.
Murata gave a weird squeak and clutched Wolfram to him, spinning around in the water. "One day, I'll kill you. I promise." He teased, letting go of Wolfram and floating away slowly.
"Awww, sweet, sweet poetry." Wolfram teased, reaching out and grabbing hold of Murata's ankle before he could float too far away. "Not so fast. I'm not done with you."
Murata worked hard not to be dunked underwater and was forced to wade in a ridiculous fashion back to his husband. "But I'm done with you." Teasing pout.
"Well I don't care." Wolfram stated plainly, tugging Murata back into his lap forcefully and planting a sudden, rough kiss to his lips. He pulled back with a smirk when he was done.
Murata wiggled around on Wolfram's lap, bouncing like a small child. "You're going to make my lips numb from kissing." and Murata... kissed Wolfram /again/.
"So? What else do you need them for?" Because Wolfram was quite intent on not stopping anytime soon. It was like once he had gotten a taste, he just couldn't be satisfied..and after the kiss broke, he leaned in for yet another one.
"These lips were made for talking.." Murata started to sing, realized Wolfram might not get the joke... or would make fun of his wobbly voice and stopped immediately. He decided that kissing was okay and went for the kill, suckling Wolfram's bottom lip in retaliation for before.
Wolfram just grinned a bit and chuckled until there were lips on his again and you know, he had to wonder why they didn't kiss more often, because it was so...well, loving. Yeah hardcore sex was cool and everything, but these teasing nibbles and licks somehow spoke more volumes.
Murata would love to kiss more, but kissing let to his peen wanting some action, too, so kissing never lasted long. He did concentrate on pulling at Wolfram's top lip with his teeth and let it go so that it flopped back in place. He grinned at the simplicity of it all.
Wolfram giggled softly because, hey, it had been kind of funny and cute and then suddenly he couldn't stop pressing light, teasing kisses all down Murata's jaw and down the side of his neck, stopping at the junction of neck and shoulder to nibble, growling cutely.
Wolfram really was a cute little adorable thing to have for a husband and Murata always enjoyed every moment of being married to him. He craned his neck so that Wolfram had a better angle and made soft dove cooing noises from his throat to mingle with Wolfram's growls.
Wolfram giggled, his soft "Grrrrr" noises rising in volume as he nipped playfully at Murata's collarbone, unable to keep a smile from his face. It was just so..silly, but so sweet at the same time.
"Down, tiger. You might eat all my skin off." Murata pawed at Wolfram playfully, not really wanting his husband to stop. He was positively purring.
Wolfram giggled a bit more and shook his head, eyes sparkling playfully. "I don't want to eat it. I'm just tasting..." And with that, he flicked his tongue out to lick across where he had just been nibbling, lapping at the small hollow between Murata's throat and collarbone.
"Only tasting?" Murata grinned. "Like a taste-tester? Or a food tester? To see if I'm poisoned?" Aw, if Murata was poisoned that would be kind of nifty... but then again it kind of wouldn't because Murata quite liked it when Wolfram licked him and if he was poisoned, then he couldn't be licked anymore ;o;
"Something like that…" Wolfram smiled…then dove in for the kill, gnawing lightly on the side of Murata's neck while making exaggerated chewing noises. He pulled the Sage closer by his hips, gnawing all along the length of his neck, though never very hard…and after a few moments, he couldn't stop himself from bursting into giggles because it was just so stupid.
Murata even made mock screaming noises as Wolfram attempted to eat his flesh. But when Wolfram could no longer keep a straight face, neither could Murata. He soon found himself sinking into the water and blowing bubbles just below the surface only to keep himself from laughing too hard... except the plan backfired and he only succeeded in spraying water all over the place as laughter consumed him once again. "What the hell, Wolfram...! What the hell!" More laughter.
Wolfram just leaned back and finally released all of his laughter into a massive gigglefit, shaking his head in the process to answer Murata's exclamation. "I..I don't know! I don't know! I just…it…it seemed like a good idea at the time!"
"I think I'm going to go over there." Murata pointed to the opposite end of the bath. "And see if I can grow some of my skin back." He wasn't angry. He was far from it. His eyes were still laughing as he attempted his escape.
"Ah! No! Don't leave me!" Wolfram reached out with his ninja-like speed and grabbed Murata's wrist before he could get far enough away and tugged the Sage back to him through the water.
Murata floated back to Wolfram and pinned him to the side of the tub, grinning back at him. He somehow managed to get his wrist free and took a hold of Wolfram's hand instead. He took a look at it, frowned at the raisin-skin and sighed. "Hey." He leaned in kissing Wolfram's forehead. "You and I need to get something to eat. Weren't we baking cookies?"
Oh yeah..cookies. Wolfram nodded a bit, still smiling from laughing so much. "That is correct, sir." He leaned forward and stole a light peck then reached behind him, feeling around for his towel which he knew was close by. "Sugar cookies, right?"
"Sugar cookies." Murata agreed, clinging to Wolfram as long as he could until he figured it was inevitable and he had to get out of the tub and fish himself a towel. "Hey." He turned, the towel around his waist all manly-like. "You'll save some of the sugar for later tonight, right?" Beam.
Wolfram, by this point, had gotten out of the bath himself and was currently towel-drying his hair. He paused, towel on head, to give Murata a sarcastic look. "…not if you make stupid jokes like that." …but he did chuckle softly. Murata was such a dork <3
"But Wolfraaaam." Murata pouted and stomped at the floor like a child. "I've been really good and I like sugar, pleeeease?" He sidled up behind him, hoping to coax him into submission with a high quality shoulder massage. "I'll wear nothing but an aaaaprooon~" His voice was strangely altered to a sing-song tone.
Wolfram snickered softly at the thought of that and had to give in. Really. Murata in nothing but an apron? Yes please.
"Well…okay then…but only because I love you, alright?" Wolfram grinned, tossing his towel aside and reaching for his change of clothes that were magically there.
... oh to be continued.