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MuraWolf
NC-17
And right after they bake cookies, they defile the kitchen table! :D ... and use olive oil.
Reward me? With what?" Wolfram waggled his eyebrows stupidly and laughed, pressing a kiss to the side of Murata's neck.
"Oh, I don't know. When was the last time I did you?" As if Murata even had to ask.
"A REALLY LONG TIME AGO!" Wolfram burst out, his eyes wide and his arms tight around Murata's waist. "I've been waiting FOREVER."
"Oh." Murata finshed washing the dishes and since Wolfram was busy being a whore, he finished rinsing them, too, and set them aside to dry. "You should really speak up about these things. I'm dense and can't tell when you want me to do you." Grin.
"Oh don't give me that. You know as well as I do that I ALWAYS want you to do me." Wolfram frowned slightly, pouting against Murata's shoulder.
Murata dried his hands and proceeded to walk across the kitchen to the cookies with a Wolfram still attached to him. After taking the peen and the butt, he finally acknowledged Wolfram's presence on his body by shoving the butt in his face. "Lick it and I'll do you."
Wolfram was slightly taken aback by the sudden bold move but he grabbed the cookie and, with determination, licked a firm line across the center. It was a cookie afterall. It wasn't like tasting sugary goodness was torture. "There." He hmphed, a smirk on his face like he had accomplished something great.
Ah. Hm.
Murata wondered briefly why he watched that in slow motion, but it was only briefly because his mind then made a swift shift into taking a hold of Wolfram's wrist, spinning him and pressing him against the counter. He kissed him quickly and roughly, as if he had never witnessed his husband licking a cookie in the shape of a butt before... and he hadn't. ... and the fact that that had turned Murata on was kind of creepy.
Well, if it drew this kind of reaction out of Murata, Wolfram could certainly handle licking more butt-cookies later. But for right now, he had a horny husband to deal with.
He jerked his hand away enough to twist it and grab a hold of Murata's, lacing their fingers together as he dove in for another hungry kiss, nipping and tugging lightly at his husband's lower lip. Hee, baking was fun :D
Murata had planned on doing something cool with the peen cookie, but he ended up dropping it on the counter to wrap the free hand around Wolfram's waist, pulling him closer. When he eventually had to pull away, his breath was shaking and uneven. He cleared his throat. "So. I don't think it would be wise to do you on the table, but a large part of me is trying to override my common sense."
"Well..." Wolfram was panting slightly as well, his fingers twitching and shaking just the slightest bit against Murata's. "Someone could walk in..." But rather than stop, Wolfram just lunged forward again, capturing Murata's lips in another ravenous kiss, as if he had thrown all common sense away.
Murata decided that common sense was for losers and if he wanted he could go in, unload and pull out before anyone came into the room. Any prolonged sex could wait until they were in the privacy of their own room. He had to let go of Wolfram's hand, but it was a small price to pay because instead, he took a firm grip on his husband's waist and spun him against the table, without even breaking their kiss. He had been burning for Wolfram the moment he saw him that morning running laps, and he wasn't going to play innocent husband anymore.
Wolfram definitely wasn't going to complain. Afterall, he got to have Murata's peen again :D And he didn't particularly care at the moment how fast and messy it was going to be. They could be romantic later.
And now that he was against a table, he was just waiting to be lifted up onto it. So much so that he even stood on his toes a little, leaning back to try and make Murata get the hint.
Before Murata could get Wolfram on the table, he had to yank his pants down... which he did without a second thought. He unzipped his own pants to unleash his manhood on Wolfram and once he was freed, he lifted his husband onto the table, pressing firmly against him in order to get a good kiss.
Unfortunately for Murata, his lust-filled mind had been too clouded to think about lube, and he froze, just before he was about to randomly shove himself inside Wolfram in a fit of passion. "Wolfram. Something slick. Fast."
"Um..uhh…I…" Wolfram's head was spinning from kisses and caresses and wow, he really wanted to just wrap his legs around Murata and tug him on in, but the back of his mind reminded him of the Shinou incident and then using something lube-like sounded like a wonderful idea.
"Maybe…um…olive oil? There's some on the counter." He motioned to a nearby countertop with a glass bottle full of thick, yellow liquid. But really. Their options were limited.
Murata looked at the bottle and back at Wolfram and grinned. "Are you in for sex that smells like pizza? It'll bring such /wonderful/ memories of our honeymoon."
Wolfram smiled a bit and snickered softly, nodding his head. "I don't really care what it smells like, just do me." And with that, he spread his legs like the Mura-whore he was.
Murata reached and got himself the bottle of olive oil and slicked his peen up nice and shiny. He used the excess oil to begin Wolfram's preparation. "I really need to do you in more locations than a bed."
Wolfram reached forward, draping his arms around Murata's waist as he scooted forward and spread his legs a little wider. "Mhhmmm..anywhere you can think of."
"How about... anywhere I find you?" Murata tried to prepare Wolfram as fast as he could, pressing kisses to his jawline in the meantime. His peen was twitching madly. It needed to be surrounded by Wolfram. And fast.
"Yes..yes it has. Now do me? Please? Before I find something else to impale myself on?" Wolfram looked at Murata, all seriousness in his eyes. He needed to be peened badly.
Murata needed to peen Wolfram badly.
So he did.
The olive oil was such an amazingly slick lubricant that Murata found he slid in to the hilt purely by accident... or maybe Wolfram's butt ate him or maybe Wolfram really needed him THAT badly. Whatever came first. Haha came.
In either case, now Murata could go back to making Wolfram shut up by kissing him roughly before pulling out, only to slam right back in so suddenly.
Aw, Wolfram's face was pretty even when he wasn't trying. At the moment, his head was tilted back, eyes closed, and full lips parted to allow moans and whimpers of pleasure to leak out, his lower body moving of it's own accord and attempting to slide across the table each time to meet Murata's thrusts. "Mu…ra…" He mumbled, eyes opening slightly to give his husband a heated gaze. "Harder?" Because for some reason, Wolfram didn't want to be able to walk away from this without some sort of physical souvenir.
"Much obliged." Murata breathed heavily and gayly against Wolfram's chest, pulling Wolfram's hips to him so that they wouldn't slide across the table and he slammed himself in harder... because really, he needed that, too. The tightness of Wolfram and the incredibly warm walls pressing against him made Murata's peen tingle. Extensively.
Well that was nice, at least. Now Wolfram's butt wouldn't be all raw from the table. He moved one hand from around Murata's waist to tangle in his hair, holding on tightly. "Yeah..like that.." He muttered, enjoying the slight sting that accompanied each thrust now. Yes. He'd definitely have a slight limp, and that was what he wanted.
Murata didn't seem to notice the fact that he was hurting Wolfram. He just figured Wolfram was being extra kinky or something. So in the mean time, he just continued to slam himself into Wolfrma mercilessly, teeth involuntarily sinking into his husband's shoulder.
Well it wasn't like he was REALLY hurting him. Just slightly. And Wolfram had decided he liked pain suddenly anyway so it didn't matter. He tightened his hand in Murata's hair, encouraging the biting, his moans growing louder as he got closer. And really, it was amazing that someone hadn't walked in yet. But then again, maybe passersby could hear the noises and knew to stay away.
No one had come into the kitchen the entire time they were baking anyway, so the chances of someone coming in while they were making love seemed pretty low, too. Then again, Murata really wasn't paying attention to that because he was paying more attention to how much he was going to juice break. At the last possible second, he suddenly remembered that Wolfram had a peen, too and he grabbed it tightly, trying to add to the pain or something.
Wolfram was glad that Murata had remembered, because his peen had been throbbing, and..well..the rough handling made it throb more, but in a good way. It only took a few pulls and diddles for Wolfram to juice break, crying out Murata's name and digging his not-so-dull nails into his husband's back along with his heels into his lower back. Murata would have a few scratches and bruises as well, so they could be even :P
Murata juice breaked on the sole fact that Wolfram scratched him, actually.. because he was awesome and totally got off on this concept of pain. His cries were muffled in Wolfram's shoulder but that was okay with him. He did wolfram on the kitchen table and that was hot.
Yes. Wolfram had actually scratched him. And he was most likely bleeding from the claw marks, but that was okay too, because for the moment, Wolfram was all about pain. Except now that the pleasure was wearing off, his anal was kind of starting to hurt D:
Murata had to wait a while until he was flacid enough to pull out of Wolfram far enough so that he wasn't sucked back in. Once the pleasure sensations were calming down, he noticed that his back was kind of hurting... and then he realized that not only did Wolfram claw him to death, but Wolfram tended to have problems with his fire control when he juice breaked... and now his back was burning from his scratchmarks, thanks to Wolfram's heated grip. He didn't entirely mind, though. That meant it must have been good, right? To try to get his mind off the pain, however, he leaned forward again, pressing kisses to the corner of Wolfram's mouth.
Wolfram simply tilted his head back and closed his eyes, panting softly and running a hand through Murata's hair slowly. "That was..." He paused, trying to find a not-so-cliche word and failing. "Amazing."
Murata clung desparately to Wolfram as if he was going to disappear at any moment. "I need to live up to the title of being your husband somehow." He managed a grin against Wolfram's skin, pretending his back wasn't throbbing.
"Mmm, otherwise I might throw you out." Wolfram snickered softly, trying to ignore his poor stinging anal...and then he remembered that they were in the kitchen. "..we're going to need to clean up."
Murata frowned at their soiled clothing and the puddle of olive oil on the table and the floor. They were going to need a mop and that sucked. Maybe... they should have thought this through or something. "Can't we make a maid do it?" Even though... Murata already knew the answer to that.
Wolfram looked uneasy for a moment, shifting slightly on his sore ass. "I..I think so." He launched himself from the table and onto wobbly legs, which straightened out after a moment..but his gait didn't. It seemed that he couldn't manage to walk exactly straight, deviating mostly off to the right every few steps.
Murata marched back to his wobbly husband, wrapping a tentaive arm around him, worried. "You still have training with your older brother. I'll get scolded for being to rough with you..."
"He won't find out." Wolfram interjected, trying not to lean on Murata too much to expose his weakness. "I'll be fine by tomorrow."
Murata still frowned. Wolfram had taken forever to heal from when Shinou abused his peenhole.. but Murata didn't bang Wolfram to that extent, at least... He took a deep breath and sighed. "I'll go ahead and clean up, then. You can get the cookies into a container for us, okay?"
Wolfram smiled slightly and nodded. "I think I can manage that." And he did. Kind of. Walking retardedly the entire time, yes, but he got the job done.
Murata made himself busy mopping up the floor and fixing their mess on the table. His back still kind of stung and he had to pause to wash his hands in the sink lest they continue to smell of Wolfram's butt and olive oil. When he had finished, Wolfram had the cookies in a bag and Murata shuffled to his side, his arm sliding around his slender waist. "I guess heated sex comes with a price."
Ah. Hm. That sounded dumb. D:
Wolfram snorted at the philosophical statement. "It was still hot, though." He leaned over to press a kiss to Murata's cheek. "..how's your back?" It wasn't as if he hadn't noticed the claw marks.
"Stings like a bitch, but I can make you rub some of that salve onto the scratches and they'll go away in minutes. So there's no use in worrying about my situation." He smiled against Wolfram's lips and took a hold of the bag of cookies. "Let's head back then, hm?"
"To our room?" Wolfram asked, still leaning against Murata's side and hoping that it would at least make him walk straight and not look so stupid. And maybe Murata could rub some of that salve in his anal :D
"Yeah... we can feast on some cookies and get the salve and fix ourselves." He pressed a kiss to the top of Wolfram's head. "I want a chance to enjoy my husband for the day before he has to go back to training."
"Just to make sure then maybe we should lock our door..." In case Gwendal happened to come looking for him x_x But oh, cookies and medication and laying around with his husband all afternoon sounded really good <3
"Consider it already done." Murata nuzzled the top of Wolfram's head with gayish glee and kept his grip on Wolfram's waist so that his husband could walk better.
After all, that's what a good husband would do. Pump their spouse so hard he can't walk and them help him wander about the house--or in this case, castle. Oh well. <3 At least Wolfram knew he loved him, right?
Wolfram's pride wanted him to push Murata away and not let him help..but fortunately, the rest of him didn't want to be more than two inches away from his husband so he allowed himself to lean against the Sage heavily all the way to their bedroom, where he immediately collapsed on the bed.
NC-17
And right after they bake cookies, they defile the kitchen table! :D ... and use olive oil.
Reward me? With what?" Wolfram waggled his eyebrows stupidly and laughed, pressing a kiss to the side of Murata's neck.
"Oh, I don't know. When was the last time I did you?" As if Murata even had to ask.
"A REALLY LONG TIME AGO!" Wolfram burst out, his eyes wide and his arms tight around Murata's waist. "I've been waiting FOREVER."
"Oh." Murata finshed washing the dishes and since Wolfram was busy being a whore, he finished rinsing them, too, and set them aside to dry. "You should really speak up about these things. I'm dense and can't tell when you want me to do you." Grin.
"Oh don't give me that. You know as well as I do that I ALWAYS want you to do me." Wolfram frowned slightly, pouting against Murata's shoulder.
Murata dried his hands and proceeded to walk across the kitchen to the cookies with a Wolfram still attached to him. After taking the peen and the butt, he finally acknowledged Wolfram's presence on his body by shoving the butt in his face. "Lick it and I'll do you."
Wolfram was slightly taken aback by the sudden bold move but he grabbed the cookie and, with determination, licked a firm line across the center. It was a cookie afterall. It wasn't like tasting sugary goodness was torture. "There." He hmphed, a smirk on his face like he had accomplished something great.
Ah. Hm.
Murata wondered briefly why he watched that in slow motion, but it was only briefly because his mind then made a swift shift into taking a hold of Wolfram's wrist, spinning him and pressing him against the counter. He kissed him quickly and roughly, as if he had never witnessed his husband licking a cookie in the shape of a butt before... and he hadn't. ... and the fact that that had turned Murata on was kind of creepy.
Well, if it drew this kind of reaction out of Murata, Wolfram could certainly handle licking more butt-cookies later. But for right now, he had a horny husband to deal with.
He jerked his hand away enough to twist it and grab a hold of Murata's, lacing their fingers together as he dove in for another hungry kiss, nipping and tugging lightly at his husband's lower lip. Hee, baking was fun :D
Murata had planned on doing something cool with the peen cookie, but he ended up dropping it on the counter to wrap the free hand around Wolfram's waist, pulling him closer. When he eventually had to pull away, his breath was shaking and uneven. He cleared his throat. "So. I don't think it would be wise to do you on the table, but a large part of me is trying to override my common sense."
"Well..." Wolfram was panting slightly as well, his fingers twitching and shaking just the slightest bit against Murata's. "Someone could walk in..." But rather than stop, Wolfram just lunged forward again, capturing Murata's lips in another ravenous kiss, as if he had thrown all common sense away.
Murata decided that common sense was for losers and if he wanted he could go in, unload and pull out before anyone came into the room. Any prolonged sex could wait until they were in the privacy of their own room. He had to let go of Wolfram's hand, but it was a small price to pay because instead, he took a firm grip on his husband's waist and spun him against the table, without even breaking their kiss. He had been burning for Wolfram the moment he saw him that morning running laps, and he wasn't going to play innocent husband anymore.
Wolfram definitely wasn't going to complain. Afterall, he got to have Murata's peen again :D And he didn't particularly care at the moment how fast and messy it was going to be. They could be romantic later.
And now that he was against a table, he was just waiting to be lifted up onto it. So much so that he even stood on his toes a little, leaning back to try and make Murata get the hint.
Before Murata could get Wolfram on the table, he had to yank his pants down... which he did without a second thought. He unzipped his own pants to unleash his manhood on Wolfram and once he was freed, he lifted his husband onto the table, pressing firmly against him in order to get a good kiss.
Unfortunately for Murata, his lust-filled mind had been too clouded to think about lube, and he froze, just before he was about to randomly shove himself inside Wolfram in a fit of passion. "Wolfram. Something slick. Fast."
"Um..uhh…I…" Wolfram's head was spinning from kisses and caresses and wow, he really wanted to just wrap his legs around Murata and tug him on in, but the back of his mind reminded him of the Shinou incident and then using something lube-like sounded like a wonderful idea.
"Maybe…um…olive oil? There's some on the counter." He motioned to a nearby countertop with a glass bottle full of thick, yellow liquid. But really. Their options were limited.
Murata looked at the bottle and back at Wolfram and grinned. "Are you in for sex that smells like pizza? It'll bring such /wonderful/ memories of our honeymoon."
Wolfram smiled a bit and snickered softly, nodding his head. "I don't really care what it smells like, just do me." And with that, he spread his legs like the Mura-whore he was.
Murata reached and got himself the bottle of olive oil and slicked his peen up nice and shiny. He used the excess oil to begin Wolfram's preparation. "I really need to do you in more locations than a bed."
Wolfram reached forward, draping his arms around Murata's waist as he scooted forward and spread his legs a little wider. "Mhhmmm..anywhere you can think of."
"How about... anywhere I find you?" Murata tried to prepare Wolfram as fast as he could, pressing kisses to his jawline in the meantime. His peen was twitching madly. It needed to be surrounded by Wolfram. And fast.
"Yes..yes it has. Now do me? Please? Before I find something else to impale myself on?" Wolfram looked at Murata, all seriousness in his eyes. He needed to be peened badly.
Murata needed to peen Wolfram badly.
So he did.
The olive oil was such an amazingly slick lubricant that Murata found he slid in to the hilt purely by accident... or maybe Wolfram's butt ate him or maybe Wolfram really needed him THAT badly. Whatever came first. Haha came.
In either case, now Murata could go back to making Wolfram shut up by kissing him roughly before pulling out, only to slam right back in so suddenly.
Aw, Wolfram's face was pretty even when he wasn't trying. At the moment, his head was tilted back, eyes closed, and full lips parted to allow moans and whimpers of pleasure to leak out, his lower body moving of it's own accord and attempting to slide across the table each time to meet Murata's thrusts. "Mu…ra…" He mumbled, eyes opening slightly to give his husband a heated gaze. "Harder?" Because for some reason, Wolfram didn't want to be able to walk away from this without some sort of physical souvenir.
"Much obliged." Murata breathed heavily and gayly against Wolfram's chest, pulling Wolfram's hips to him so that they wouldn't slide across the table and he slammed himself in harder... because really, he needed that, too. The tightness of Wolfram and the incredibly warm walls pressing against him made Murata's peen tingle. Extensively.
Well that was nice, at least. Now Wolfram's butt wouldn't be all raw from the table. He moved one hand from around Murata's waist to tangle in his hair, holding on tightly. "Yeah..like that.." He muttered, enjoying the slight sting that accompanied each thrust now. Yes. He'd definitely have a slight limp, and that was what he wanted.
Murata didn't seem to notice the fact that he was hurting Wolfram. He just figured Wolfram was being extra kinky or something. So in the mean time, he just continued to slam himself into Wolfrma mercilessly, teeth involuntarily sinking into his husband's shoulder.
Well it wasn't like he was REALLY hurting him. Just slightly. And Wolfram had decided he liked pain suddenly anyway so it didn't matter. He tightened his hand in Murata's hair, encouraging the biting, his moans growing louder as he got closer. And really, it was amazing that someone hadn't walked in yet. But then again, maybe passersby could hear the noises and knew to stay away.
No one had come into the kitchen the entire time they were baking anyway, so the chances of someone coming in while they were making love seemed pretty low, too. Then again, Murata really wasn't paying attention to that because he was paying more attention to how much he was going to juice break. At the last possible second, he suddenly remembered that Wolfram had a peen, too and he grabbed it tightly, trying to add to the pain or something.
Wolfram was glad that Murata had remembered, because his peen had been throbbing, and..well..the rough handling made it throb more, but in a good way. It only took a few pulls and diddles for Wolfram to juice break, crying out Murata's name and digging his not-so-dull nails into his husband's back along with his heels into his lower back. Murata would have a few scratches and bruises as well, so they could be even :P
Murata juice breaked on the sole fact that Wolfram scratched him, actually.. because he was awesome and totally got off on this concept of pain. His cries were muffled in Wolfram's shoulder but that was okay with him. He did wolfram on the kitchen table and that was hot.
Yes. Wolfram had actually scratched him. And he was most likely bleeding from the claw marks, but that was okay too, because for the moment, Wolfram was all about pain. Except now that the pleasure was wearing off, his anal was kind of starting to hurt D:
Murata had to wait a while until he was flacid enough to pull out of Wolfram far enough so that he wasn't sucked back in. Once the pleasure sensations were calming down, he noticed that his back was kind of hurting... and then he realized that not only did Wolfram claw him to death, but Wolfram tended to have problems with his fire control when he juice breaked... and now his back was burning from his scratchmarks, thanks to Wolfram's heated grip. He didn't entirely mind, though. That meant it must have been good, right? To try to get his mind off the pain, however, he leaned forward again, pressing kisses to the corner of Wolfram's mouth.
Wolfram simply tilted his head back and closed his eyes, panting softly and running a hand through Murata's hair slowly. "That was..." He paused, trying to find a not-so-cliche word and failing. "Amazing."
Murata clung desparately to Wolfram as if he was going to disappear at any moment. "I need to live up to the title of being your husband somehow." He managed a grin against Wolfram's skin, pretending his back wasn't throbbing.
"Mmm, otherwise I might throw you out." Wolfram snickered softly, trying to ignore his poor stinging anal...and then he remembered that they were in the kitchen. "..we're going to need to clean up."
Murata frowned at their soiled clothing and the puddle of olive oil on the table and the floor. They were going to need a mop and that sucked. Maybe... they should have thought this through or something. "Can't we make a maid do it?" Even though... Murata already knew the answer to that.
Wolfram looked uneasy for a moment, shifting slightly on his sore ass. "I..I think so." He launched himself from the table and onto wobbly legs, which straightened out after a moment..but his gait didn't. It seemed that he couldn't manage to walk exactly straight, deviating mostly off to the right every few steps.
Murata marched back to his wobbly husband, wrapping a tentaive arm around him, worried. "You still have training with your older brother. I'll get scolded for being to rough with you..."
"He won't find out." Wolfram interjected, trying not to lean on Murata too much to expose his weakness. "I'll be fine by tomorrow."
Murata still frowned. Wolfram had taken forever to heal from when Shinou abused his peenhole.. but Murata didn't bang Wolfram to that extent, at least... He took a deep breath and sighed. "I'll go ahead and clean up, then. You can get the cookies into a container for us, okay?"
Wolfram smiled slightly and nodded. "I think I can manage that." And he did. Kind of. Walking retardedly the entire time, yes, but he got the job done.
Murata made himself busy mopping up the floor and fixing their mess on the table. His back still kind of stung and he had to pause to wash his hands in the sink lest they continue to smell of Wolfram's butt and olive oil. When he had finished, Wolfram had the cookies in a bag and Murata shuffled to his side, his arm sliding around his slender waist. "I guess heated sex comes with a price."
Ah. Hm. That sounded dumb. D:
Wolfram snorted at the philosophical statement. "It was still hot, though." He leaned over to press a kiss to Murata's cheek. "..how's your back?" It wasn't as if he hadn't noticed the claw marks.
"Stings like a bitch, but I can make you rub some of that salve onto the scratches and they'll go away in minutes. So there's no use in worrying about my situation." He smiled against Wolfram's lips and took a hold of the bag of cookies. "Let's head back then, hm?"
"To our room?" Wolfram asked, still leaning against Murata's side and hoping that it would at least make him walk straight and not look so stupid. And maybe Murata could rub some of that salve in his anal :D
"Yeah... we can feast on some cookies and get the salve and fix ourselves." He pressed a kiss to the top of Wolfram's head. "I want a chance to enjoy my husband for the day before he has to go back to training."
"Just to make sure then maybe we should lock our door..." In case Gwendal happened to come looking for him x_x But oh, cookies and medication and laying around with his husband all afternoon sounded really good <3
"Consider it already done." Murata nuzzled the top of Wolfram's head with gayish glee and kept his grip on Wolfram's waist so that his husband could walk better.
After all, that's what a good husband would do. Pump their spouse so hard he can't walk and them help him wander about the house--or in this case, castle. Oh well. <3 At least Wolfram knew he loved him, right?
Wolfram's pride wanted him to push Murata away and not let him help..but fortunately, the rest of him didn't want to be more than two inches away from his husband so he allowed himself to lean against the Sage heavily all the way to their bedroom, where he immediately collapsed on the bed.