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MuraWolf
NC-17
The fifth and final installment to the massive 5-part cookie-baking log. ♥ ♥
Wolfram, in the meantime, crawled back over to the bed, kneeling in front of it and waiting not-so-patiently for Murata to return for his peen-tunging.
Murata returned, pantless and peen sparkling in the light. It had been scrubbed and was now free of smells and bacteria and even glittered like the morning dew. He nanced over to the bed, smiling. "Now you can tung it all you want!"
Wolfram..stared. Because Murata's peen was all clean and pretty and shiny and wow, he wanted to put it in his mouth :D He motioned for Murata to sit and when he did, he immediately dove back in, starting with just the tip once again..because Murata was big and he had to go slow x_x
Murata didn't feel uncomfortable, now. Now he could sit back and enjoy the wonderful tunging sensations his husband was bestowing upon him with all the love and adoration that a husband should. <3 His hand went to drift about Wolfram's shoulders and upper back, giving him encouragement.
And aww, now Wolfram could enjoy it a lot more because now Murata tasted clean and kind of like soap, which is way better than anal and olives...even though it was still a little salty, especially when he started to swirl his tongue around the tip. Of course, he didn't want Murata to know that he was having any bad thoughts about this at all, so he moaned and took in more, his hands slowly sliding up the insides of Murata's legs.
Murata thought his peen was gonna taste like wonderful, so he didn't even bother to worry about that aspect any more. He was concentrating now, instead, of how much pleasure he was in. Despite having just released not too long ago, his peen liked to have other plans in store for him and he soon found himself holding back from thrusting hard into Wolfram's mouth--especially when that tongue swirled. He did his best to massage the back of Wolfram's neck and grazing his nubby nails over it.
Eeeh, massage :D That meant that Wolfram was doing well! So he continued on with renewed vigor, managing to take Murata in up to the halfway point and using his hand on the rest. That would do, right? He hoped so, because any more and he wasn't sure he would be able to keep from gagging x_x Damn Murata and his big peen.
Oh.. that was fine. That was perfect. Murata let out a long, and low moan just to let Wolfram know this. He liked the combination of mouth and hand, really. It gave his peen all the happy kind of feelings it wanted to have, anyway.
Yay moan :D Wolfram was very pleased with the results so far. He started to bob his head a bit, trying his best to move his tongue around and rub against the sides while his hand tried to mimic the actions on the rest..and as he did so, he got a bright idea. His other hand, still on the inside of one of Murata's legs, slid it's way up slowly to stroke against that wonderful spot on his inner thigh <3
"A---AAAAAAAH!" Murata's entire body lurched. He had been wondering when Wolfram would do that. Suddenly, he found himself partially sitting up, his back curved and both his hands gripping the sides of Wolfram's head, short moans and long moans intertwining with each other.
Oh yay, that was definitely a good sign :D It was hard to multitask, but Wolfram managed to just barely, even though he had to cut down on the amount of tongue he was using, instead just sucking and bobbing his head a bit as he rubbed small, tight circles against that spot on Murata's thigh. It was like a magic button :D
Murata's legs were shaking. He did his best to frown at them as if that would get them to stop. His toes curled in and and his breathing grew increasingly hotter. Wolfram's name even began showing up between breaths and it sounded quite airy but that was the best Murata could do. He knew he was close, but he was holding back because it felt far too good to have Wolfram stop, now... and he was being incredibly selfish. Just a little longer... only a little and then he'd let himself go, he promised!
Wolfram smirked a bit to himself and at that moment, he really wanted to pull away and be a bastard about the whole thing..but Murata had scrubbed his peen just for this and with all the agnst that had just happened, it was worth seeing through to the end. He pulled back to just lap at the tip, smirk still on his face as he pressed harder against that spot, still rubbing in small circles. "Muraaaa..." He purred, looking up at his husband as he slid his tongue to press against the vein along the underside.
Murata involuntarily made the gayest whimper he could ever mutter and his eyes were clamped shut so he couldn't even see the look on Wolfram's face, although he was sure it was priceless. His entire body went into spastic-like convulsions as release overcame him before he could even speak up enough to WARN Wolfram.
And... well... it was Wolfram's fault for taking his mouth away from sucking on the tip, because now Murata made a mess. D:
And of course, Wolfram, being the pornstar that he is, happened to be in just the right position to get juice on his face D: He frowned a bit and pulled away, looking for something to wipe it off on and failing. "Mura..." He ran his hands along his husband's thighs, trying to get him to look down. "...do you mind if I dirty your pants?" Because they were closest..and Wolfram didn't want to do it to his own clothes.
Murata had stopped shuddering and making squeaky noises long enough to open his eyes and see a bukkake-esque faced Wolfram and he had to clamp a hand to his mouth to keep himself from laughing or making any other kind of incoherent noise. when he deemed it suitable for him to speak again, he nodded. "Go ahead..." e___e
Wolfram immediately grabbed the pants and rubbed his face against them, getting all the seeeeeed off of it so he could look like a regular person again, rather than the victim of a messy gangbang. When he was satisfied, he crawled up onto the bed next to Murata and wrapped his arms around his waist, nuzzling against his shoulder. "So…how was that?"
"That was..." Murata swallowed, hard, doing his best to wrapping his arm around his husband, but it was too flimsy and he also ended up falling backward onto the bed taking Wolfram with him. Once he was lying down, he could actually finish his sentence. "Amazing."
"Mmm, see? You should let me do it more often and not worry about how you taste or whatever." ...because despite the scrubbing, Murata was still salty. Wolfram had accepted this and it was time for Murata to. Wolfram snuggled against his husband's side and lifted his hand to press a few gay kisses to it, a satisfied smile on his face.
Murata sighed quite loudly, letting Wolfram kiss where he wanted with a dazed and dumb smile on his face. "Ok... if it so pleases you..." His eyes were closed gently and he fell silent for a moment, absorbing Wolfram's presence. "Hey..." He asked suddenly, breaking his zen trance. "Wolfram? What are you thinking?"
"Honestly?" Wolfram asked, nibbling the end of Murata's index finger thoughtfully. "I'm thinking that my face feels sticky." He laughed softly and pressed a kiss to the center of Murata's palm. "But it's okay, because it's just evidence that I did a good job and that I made the love of my life happy."
Murata opened his eyes and couldn't help but laugh, too. He wiggled his fingers in Wolfram's face and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "Did you want to wash your face?"
"That would be nice…but it can wait for right now." Wolfram sighed and closed his eyes, snuggled up close against Murata's side and just enjoying being lazy. "Mmmm..I love you." He mumbled, rubbing a sticky cheek against his husband's.
Yeah.... Wolfram definitely was sticky. And smelled like Murata. But he didn't really care anyway, he got to pull Wolfram closer to him and smile against his husband's face. "I love you, too." He squeezed him once quite tightly before loosening his grip a bit.
"So..." Wolfram began, nuzzling against Murata's shoulder. "When you recover in a little while..will you do me again :D?" Because Wolfram always had an erection and..yeah...
Murata stared down at him. He stared down at him good and hard. "I'm going to pretend I'm sleeping for 20 minutes, and then I'm going to break out the anal beads again so you'll shut up for another two days while you generate sperm."
Wolfram pouted a bit against Murata's side, nuzzling his face into his husband's shoulder. "Well fine. Be that way. See if I care." Oh he cared.
Murata had to laugh a little, clinging to Wolfram and swaying a little. "Oh Wolfram, what would I ever do without you---wait. Please don't answer that."
Wolfram rolled his eyes a little, nuzzling his face further against Murata's shoulder, his voice muffled. "Probably get a lot more done in your life."
Murata fell eerily silent for a long time until he swallowed, hard. It made an awfully weird sound in his throat and he shifted to pretend it didn't happen. "Don't say that..."
Wolfram lifted his head to look at Murata, blinking a few times. "What? It's true. I'm not saying it's bad, but it's true."
"It's not like I ever did anything useful in the first place." Murata frowned. "If I didn't have you, I'd probably meditate myself out of existance so I can break my chain of reincarnation, so I wouldn't have to suffer for the rest of eternity." ....smile. :D
Wolfram's eyebrows furrowed a bit. "...suffer? Has..has it really been that awful?" Murata never really talked about his past lives, so this was different.
"No it's been tolerable." Murata corrected him. "It's just been even better now that you're here... but if you did anything to separate us, I don't think I'd be able to go back to my old life at all... I would rather just stop existing." He said it all with a smile, anyway, because... he knew it would never happen. :D
"If I did anything?" Wolfram pulled back more, an eyebrow lifting. "What makes you think I would do anything?"
"If you did anything or if I did anything..." Murata corrected himself. "But I'm lucky and don't have anyone else lusting after my peen so I don't have to worry about temptation." He hadn't forgotten the time Wolfram admitted to kissing Yuuri. But he was totally over that.
Wolfram's eyebrow lifted even higher. "I wouldn't be so sure about that. You are the Great Sage, afterall...but you're my Great Sage and they can't have you." Wolfram hmphed and snuggled back against Murata's shoulder, wrapping his arms tightly around his husband's waist possessively.
"I'm sure the world is under the impression that the Great Sage is required to live a life of abstinence." Murata said with a laugh, but held Wolfram tight. "My point is that I can't live without you, now that you're here."
"Little do they know.." Wolfram smirked and leaned up to nibble gently at Murata's earlobe. "Don't worry." He assured in a whisper. "I'm not going anywhere."
"Good." Murata's voice was soft and low and barely audible. "Because I'm not done with you, yet." Of course, he didn't mean sex-wise, but Wolfram was totally going to take that wrong... but oh well. :D
"Oh?" Wolfram asked, wiggling his eyebrows. And yes, he had an erection, which was now pressed against Murata's leg.
Murata felt that and he sighed, scrunching up his face. Wolfram was so high maintenance. "Do you uh... need some help?" He made weird head gestures to Wolfram's crotch.
"Well..either that or I can just keep doing this." Wolfram started grinding against Murata's leg, seeming quite pleased with just that.
"If I just laid here and watched you get off on my thigh... I don't know if I'll be disappointed or not." Murata blinked at his peculiar husband.
"Well..it won't be that exciting.." Wolfram had to pause to pant softly, as he began to grind harder against Murata's leg. Yes, he was serious.
Murata had to tilt his head back to get a better look at Wolfram... who looked like he was a dog in heat... minus all the fur and elongated tongue, but he was panting and that was enough. "Wolfram..." Murata didn't have any more sperm, and his blood was tired of going to his peen, but he still felt aroused enough to want to touch Wolfram's peen... but before he could do that, he raised his leg a little, helping Wolfram hump it.
Oh, well that was nice. At least Wolfram could grind a bit better now. Not to mention it was Murata's bare leg so it was all warm <3 Grind grind hump hump.
"Wolfram." Murata said again, a bit firmer. "Would you mind if I touched it?"
Wolfram stopped grinding at that, smiling a bit, his cheeks flushed slightly. "You really want to?"
"Well of course I want to..." Murata trailed off slightly tugging at Wolfram's pants and wondering why he had put them back on in the first place.
"Well you usually don't seem like you want to.." Wolfram mumbled, wiggling and kicking his pants off. "More like it's a chore or something.."
"But look at it!" Murata motioned to the throbbing thing between Wolfram's legs. "It looks lonely."
"It IS lonely." Wolfram pouted a bit, rubbing his now freed erection against Murata's legs. "No one to touch it and relieve it of it's pain.."
"I'll touch it!" Murata made a determined face as if he was about to go save a princess or something. He reached out and gave it a long, smooth stroke against the vein. "I told it 'hello'" :D
Wolfram's eye twitched and he sighed softly, pressing his hips forward and wanting more. "I think it wants a little more than that.."
"I was going to have a legitimate conversation with it!" Murata defended, taking the entire peen in his hand and beginning his stroking journey. "I just had to greet it first so it would remember me."
"I-it remembers you just fine.." Wolfram stuttered a bit, moaning softly. Murata's hands were all nice and soft and they felt really good on his peen <3
Yeah... Murata's hands weren't calloused from holding a sword. And he was washing dishes earlier, so they were Downy soft... if one washed dishes with Downy. :O "Good." Murata's grip tightened to add more pressure and he quickened his pace a little. "I think we're in a heated debate."
"O-oh?" Wolfram asked, not really that interested, but it was amusing Murata so he figured he'd go along with it. "A-about what?" He began to pant softly again, his hands reaching out to run along Murata's chest, just needing to touch something.
Murata had to roll over to get a better handle on Wolfram's peen, twisting his wrist to make a spiral back and forth up the length and then circle his thumb at the tip, all before taking a grip on his peen again. "Politics."
"A-ah..I see..." Wolfram paused to groan, closing his eyes and pressing his fingers a bit harder against Murata's skin. "Who's winning?"
"I think I am..." Murata smiled, pressing a kiss to Wolfram's jawline as he pumped his peen some more. "I think I'm beating him into submission." Lol beat.
Wolfram snorted softly at the pun and opened his mouth to say something..but then Murata twisted his hand just so and he moaned loudly instead. "..d-do that again." He urged softly.
Murata had to pause and think about what he did before going back and repeating the action. He stopped making peen jokes long enough to look at the expression on Wolfram's face and smile softly.
Wolfram's head was lowered, his face close to Murata's shoulder and his eyes closed tightly, as if he was concentrating on something. "Yeah. That." Wolfram sighed deeply, his brows furrowing and his hips starting to rock forward, slow but insistent.
Murata had one hand gripped tightly around Wolfram's back as he continued to twist his hand just like Wolfram liked. His eyes closed as he concentrated, listening hard for Wolfram's breathing to see just how good a job he was doing.
Considering how ragged Wolfram's breathing had become in just the last few moments, it wasn't hard to tell. He sighed softly and scooted a bit closer, trying to press against Murata as much as he could. "Don't stop.." He whimpered, almost there.
Oh, Murata hadn't planned on it. He buried his face in Wolfram's hair, continuing his work on Wolfram with careful attention to detail. When he would stroke Wolfram's peen while doing him, he never paid attention to what he was doing, only adding that extra pleasure to set Wolfram wild. This was different, and Murata relished in it.
Wolfram sighed deeply, scooting close enough to nuzzle against Murata's collarbone. His fingertips pressed insistently against the Sage's chest and his hands finally balled into fists when he reached the edge, his orgasm only accompanied by a few soft gasps, shaky breaths and shivers rather than the usual over-the-top moaning and jerking. His body now satisfied, he settled comfortably against Murata's side, panting very softly as he looked up with hazy eyes, searching for his husband's.
Upon Wolfram's release, Murata continued to stroke him until the muscles stopping contracting and Murata let his hand run along wolfram's thigh and around to his lower back, tugging him close, now that there was no reason to have a space between them. He immediately looked down, finding Wolfram's almost half-lidded eyes. He couldn't hide his smile, not for anything. His eyes left Wolfram's for a moment to rest on his lips. He wanted to kiss them, but he wanted Wolfram to take that initiative.
Which Wolfram was happy to do. As soon as he had eye-contact he smiled and leaned up, capturing Murata's lips in a searing kiss and tangling their legs together. Sure he was spreading the stickiness around, but whatever. All that mattered at that moment was Murata's mouth against his own, sucking, licking, nipping...
Murata's mind wasn't even down where the stickiness was going on anyway. He was so preoccupied with Wolfram's kiss that anything pertaining to peens had been completely wiped from his mind. He held Wolfram closer to him, paying close attention to every movement of Wolfram's mouth and responding accordingly.
Finally, after making sure that he had thoroughly explored the inside of Murata's mouth, teeth and all, Wolfram pulled back, the smile still on his face and growing wider by the moment. "You're amazing, you know that?"
Murata could feel his face heating up and he let his mouth gape open and closed like a fish several times before responding, with a weakened version of trying to sound cool. "I... I try, but I'm not as amazing as you." His voice was tiny as he said it, as if it wasn't quite listening to his brain when he told it to be louder and more assertive. But it didn't mean he meant it any less.
Wolfram laughed softly and pressed a line of kisses along Murata's jaw, pausing when he reached his husband's ear. He nibbled and toyed with the earlobe for a few moments before releasing it to whisper an Iloveyou, as if it was a secret between the two of them.
A shiver jolted all the way down Murata's spine and his hold on Wolfram tightened, as if he didn't want this secret to get away. And he didn't. His eyes closed and he sighed, relaxing on the bed in a state of bliss. He wanted to be able to say it back. To let Wolfram know he received the secret and he wanted to give it back, but when he opened his mouth to say something, his voice had refused to work, and he only succeeded in mouthing the words, and he was saddened that Wolfram couldn't even see them.
Wolfram settled comfortably against Murata anyway, his head resting on his husband's chest and one arm curled possessively around his waist. He closed his eyes and it wasn't long before he was peacefully asleep, finding even his dreams disappointing in comparison to how wonderful real life had become.
Soothing hands ran themselves up and down Wolfram's back as Murata listened carefully to Wolfram's breathing slowly grow even. He began to slowly count the breaths, and as the number grew higher, so did Murata's disbelief at how good he really had it, until he, too, finally let sleep overtake him.
NC-17
The fifth and final installment to the massive 5-part cookie-baking log. ♥ ♥
Wolfram, in the meantime, crawled back over to the bed, kneeling in front of it and waiting not-so-patiently for Murata to return for his peen-tunging.
Murata returned, pantless and peen sparkling in the light. It had been scrubbed and was now free of smells and bacteria and even glittered like the morning dew. He nanced over to the bed, smiling. "Now you can tung it all you want!"
Wolfram..stared. Because Murata's peen was all clean and pretty and shiny and wow, he wanted to put it in his mouth :D He motioned for Murata to sit and when he did, he immediately dove back in, starting with just the tip once again..because Murata was big and he had to go slow x_x
Murata didn't feel uncomfortable, now. Now he could sit back and enjoy the wonderful tunging sensations his husband was bestowing upon him with all the love and adoration that a husband should. <3 His hand went to drift about Wolfram's shoulders and upper back, giving him encouragement.
And aww, now Wolfram could enjoy it a lot more because now Murata tasted clean and kind of like soap, which is way better than anal and olives...even though it was still a little salty, especially when he started to swirl his tongue around the tip. Of course, he didn't want Murata to know that he was having any bad thoughts about this at all, so he moaned and took in more, his hands slowly sliding up the insides of Murata's legs.
Murata thought his peen was gonna taste like wonderful, so he didn't even bother to worry about that aspect any more. He was concentrating now, instead, of how much pleasure he was in. Despite having just released not too long ago, his peen liked to have other plans in store for him and he soon found himself holding back from thrusting hard into Wolfram's mouth--especially when that tongue swirled. He did his best to massage the back of Wolfram's neck and grazing his nubby nails over it.
Eeeh, massage :D That meant that Wolfram was doing well! So he continued on with renewed vigor, managing to take Murata in up to the halfway point and using his hand on the rest. That would do, right? He hoped so, because any more and he wasn't sure he would be able to keep from gagging x_x Damn Murata and his big peen.
Oh.. that was fine. That was perfect. Murata let out a long, and low moan just to let Wolfram know this. He liked the combination of mouth and hand, really. It gave his peen all the happy kind of feelings it wanted to have, anyway.
Yay moan :D Wolfram was very pleased with the results so far. He started to bob his head a bit, trying his best to move his tongue around and rub against the sides while his hand tried to mimic the actions on the rest..and as he did so, he got a bright idea. His other hand, still on the inside of one of Murata's legs, slid it's way up slowly to stroke against that wonderful spot on his inner thigh <3
"A---AAAAAAAH!" Murata's entire body lurched. He had been wondering when Wolfram would do that. Suddenly, he found himself partially sitting up, his back curved and both his hands gripping the sides of Wolfram's head, short moans and long moans intertwining with each other.
Oh yay, that was definitely a good sign :D It was hard to multitask, but Wolfram managed to just barely, even though he had to cut down on the amount of tongue he was using, instead just sucking and bobbing his head a bit as he rubbed small, tight circles against that spot on Murata's thigh. It was like a magic button :D
Murata's legs were shaking. He did his best to frown at them as if that would get them to stop. His toes curled in and and his breathing grew increasingly hotter. Wolfram's name even began showing up between breaths and it sounded quite airy but that was the best Murata could do. He knew he was close, but he was holding back because it felt far too good to have Wolfram stop, now... and he was being incredibly selfish. Just a little longer... only a little and then he'd let himself go, he promised!
Wolfram smirked a bit to himself and at that moment, he really wanted to pull away and be a bastard about the whole thing..but Murata had scrubbed his peen just for this and with all the agnst that had just happened, it was worth seeing through to the end. He pulled back to just lap at the tip, smirk still on his face as he pressed harder against that spot, still rubbing in small circles. "Muraaaa..." He purred, looking up at his husband as he slid his tongue to press against the vein along the underside.
Murata involuntarily made the gayest whimper he could ever mutter and his eyes were clamped shut so he couldn't even see the look on Wolfram's face, although he was sure it was priceless. His entire body went into spastic-like convulsions as release overcame him before he could even speak up enough to WARN Wolfram.
And... well... it was Wolfram's fault for taking his mouth away from sucking on the tip, because now Murata made a mess. D:
And of course, Wolfram, being the pornstar that he is, happened to be in just the right position to get juice on his face D: He frowned a bit and pulled away, looking for something to wipe it off on and failing. "Mura..." He ran his hands along his husband's thighs, trying to get him to look down. "...do you mind if I dirty your pants?" Because they were closest..and Wolfram didn't want to do it to his own clothes.
Murata had stopped shuddering and making squeaky noises long enough to open his eyes and see a bukkake-esque faced Wolfram and he had to clamp a hand to his mouth to keep himself from laughing or making any other kind of incoherent noise. when he deemed it suitable for him to speak again, he nodded. "Go ahead..." e___e
Wolfram immediately grabbed the pants and rubbed his face against them, getting all the seeeeeed off of it so he could look like a regular person again, rather than the victim of a messy gangbang. When he was satisfied, he crawled up onto the bed next to Murata and wrapped his arms around his waist, nuzzling against his shoulder. "So…how was that?"
"That was..." Murata swallowed, hard, doing his best to wrapping his arm around his husband, but it was too flimsy and he also ended up falling backward onto the bed taking Wolfram with him. Once he was lying down, he could actually finish his sentence. "Amazing."
"Mmm, see? You should let me do it more often and not worry about how you taste or whatever." ...because despite the scrubbing, Murata was still salty. Wolfram had accepted this and it was time for Murata to. Wolfram snuggled against his husband's side and lifted his hand to press a few gay kisses to it, a satisfied smile on his face.
Murata sighed quite loudly, letting Wolfram kiss where he wanted with a dazed and dumb smile on his face. "Ok... if it so pleases you..." His eyes were closed gently and he fell silent for a moment, absorbing Wolfram's presence. "Hey..." He asked suddenly, breaking his zen trance. "Wolfram? What are you thinking?"
"Honestly?" Wolfram asked, nibbling the end of Murata's index finger thoughtfully. "I'm thinking that my face feels sticky." He laughed softly and pressed a kiss to the center of Murata's palm. "But it's okay, because it's just evidence that I did a good job and that I made the love of my life happy."
Murata opened his eyes and couldn't help but laugh, too. He wiggled his fingers in Wolfram's face and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "Did you want to wash your face?"
"That would be nice…but it can wait for right now." Wolfram sighed and closed his eyes, snuggled up close against Murata's side and just enjoying being lazy. "Mmmm..I love you." He mumbled, rubbing a sticky cheek against his husband's.
Yeah.... Wolfram definitely was sticky. And smelled like Murata. But he didn't really care anyway, he got to pull Wolfram closer to him and smile against his husband's face. "I love you, too." He squeezed him once quite tightly before loosening his grip a bit.
"So..." Wolfram began, nuzzling against Murata's shoulder. "When you recover in a little while..will you do me again :D?" Because Wolfram always had an erection and..yeah...
Murata stared down at him. He stared down at him good and hard. "I'm going to pretend I'm sleeping for 20 minutes, and then I'm going to break out the anal beads again so you'll shut up for another two days while you generate sperm."
Wolfram pouted a bit against Murata's side, nuzzling his face into his husband's shoulder. "Well fine. Be that way. See if I care." Oh he cared.
Murata had to laugh a little, clinging to Wolfram and swaying a little. "Oh Wolfram, what would I ever do without you---wait. Please don't answer that."
Wolfram rolled his eyes a little, nuzzling his face further against Murata's shoulder, his voice muffled. "Probably get a lot more done in your life."
Murata fell eerily silent for a long time until he swallowed, hard. It made an awfully weird sound in his throat and he shifted to pretend it didn't happen. "Don't say that..."
Wolfram lifted his head to look at Murata, blinking a few times. "What? It's true. I'm not saying it's bad, but it's true."
"It's not like I ever did anything useful in the first place." Murata frowned. "If I didn't have you, I'd probably meditate myself out of existance so I can break my chain of reincarnation, so I wouldn't have to suffer for the rest of eternity." ....smile. :D
Wolfram's eyebrows furrowed a bit. "...suffer? Has..has it really been that awful?" Murata never really talked about his past lives, so this was different.
"No it's been tolerable." Murata corrected him. "It's just been even better now that you're here... but if you did anything to separate us, I don't think I'd be able to go back to my old life at all... I would rather just stop existing." He said it all with a smile, anyway, because... he knew it would never happen. :D
"If I did anything?" Wolfram pulled back more, an eyebrow lifting. "What makes you think I would do anything?"
"If you did anything or if I did anything..." Murata corrected himself. "But I'm lucky and don't have anyone else lusting after my peen so I don't have to worry about temptation." He hadn't forgotten the time Wolfram admitted to kissing Yuuri. But he was totally over that.
Wolfram's eyebrow lifted even higher. "I wouldn't be so sure about that. You are the Great Sage, afterall...but you're my Great Sage and they can't have you." Wolfram hmphed and snuggled back against Murata's shoulder, wrapping his arms tightly around his husband's waist possessively.
"I'm sure the world is under the impression that the Great Sage is required to live a life of abstinence." Murata said with a laugh, but held Wolfram tight. "My point is that I can't live without you, now that you're here."
"Little do they know.." Wolfram smirked and leaned up to nibble gently at Murata's earlobe. "Don't worry." He assured in a whisper. "I'm not going anywhere."
"Good." Murata's voice was soft and low and barely audible. "Because I'm not done with you, yet." Of course, he didn't mean sex-wise, but Wolfram was totally going to take that wrong... but oh well. :D
"Oh?" Wolfram asked, wiggling his eyebrows. And yes, he had an erection, which was now pressed against Murata's leg.
Murata felt that and he sighed, scrunching up his face. Wolfram was so high maintenance. "Do you uh... need some help?" He made weird head gestures to Wolfram's crotch.
"Well..either that or I can just keep doing this." Wolfram started grinding against Murata's leg, seeming quite pleased with just that.
"If I just laid here and watched you get off on my thigh... I don't know if I'll be disappointed or not." Murata blinked at his peculiar husband.
"Well..it won't be that exciting.." Wolfram had to pause to pant softly, as he began to grind harder against Murata's leg. Yes, he was serious.
Murata had to tilt his head back to get a better look at Wolfram... who looked like he was a dog in heat... minus all the fur and elongated tongue, but he was panting and that was enough. "Wolfram..." Murata didn't have any more sperm, and his blood was tired of going to his peen, but he still felt aroused enough to want to touch Wolfram's peen... but before he could do that, he raised his leg a little, helping Wolfram hump it.
Oh, well that was nice. At least Wolfram could grind a bit better now. Not to mention it was Murata's bare leg so it was all warm <3 Grind grind hump hump.
"Wolfram." Murata said again, a bit firmer. "Would you mind if I touched it?"
Wolfram stopped grinding at that, smiling a bit, his cheeks flushed slightly. "You really want to?"
"Well of course I want to..." Murata trailed off slightly tugging at Wolfram's pants and wondering why he had put them back on in the first place.
"Well you usually don't seem like you want to.." Wolfram mumbled, wiggling and kicking his pants off. "More like it's a chore or something.."
"But look at it!" Murata motioned to the throbbing thing between Wolfram's legs. "It looks lonely."
"It IS lonely." Wolfram pouted a bit, rubbing his now freed erection against Murata's legs. "No one to touch it and relieve it of it's pain.."
"I'll touch it!" Murata made a determined face as if he was about to go save a princess or something. He reached out and gave it a long, smooth stroke against the vein. "I told it 'hello'" :D
Wolfram's eye twitched and he sighed softly, pressing his hips forward and wanting more. "I think it wants a little more than that.."
"I was going to have a legitimate conversation with it!" Murata defended, taking the entire peen in his hand and beginning his stroking journey. "I just had to greet it first so it would remember me."
"I-it remembers you just fine.." Wolfram stuttered a bit, moaning softly. Murata's hands were all nice and soft and they felt really good on his peen <3
Yeah... Murata's hands weren't calloused from holding a sword. And he was washing dishes earlier, so they were Downy soft... if one washed dishes with Downy. :O "Good." Murata's grip tightened to add more pressure and he quickened his pace a little. "I think we're in a heated debate."
"O-oh?" Wolfram asked, not really that interested, but it was amusing Murata so he figured he'd go along with it. "A-about what?" He began to pant softly again, his hands reaching out to run along Murata's chest, just needing to touch something.
Murata had to roll over to get a better handle on Wolfram's peen, twisting his wrist to make a spiral back and forth up the length and then circle his thumb at the tip, all before taking a grip on his peen again. "Politics."
"A-ah..I see..." Wolfram paused to groan, closing his eyes and pressing his fingers a bit harder against Murata's skin. "Who's winning?"
"I think I am..." Murata smiled, pressing a kiss to Wolfram's jawline as he pumped his peen some more. "I think I'm beating him into submission." Lol beat.
Wolfram snorted softly at the pun and opened his mouth to say something..but then Murata twisted his hand just so and he moaned loudly instead. "..d-do that again." He urged softly.
Murata had to pause and think about what he did before going back and repeating the action. He stopped making peen jokes long enough to look at the expression on Wolfram's face and smile softly.
Wolfram's head was lowered, his face close to Murata's shoulder and his eyes closed tightly, as if he was concentrating on something. "Yeah. That." Wolfram sighed deeply, his brows furrowing and his hips starting to rock forward, slow but insistent.
Murata had one hand gripped tightly around Wolfram's back as he continued to twist his hand just like Wolfram liked. His eyes closed as he concentrated, listening hard for Wolfram's breathing to see just how good a job he was doing.
Considering how ragged Wolfram's breathing had become in just the last few moments, it wasn't hard to tell. He sighed softly and scooted a bit closer, trying to press against Murata as much as he could. "Don't stop.." He whimpered, almost there.
Oh, Murata hadn't planned on it. He buried his face in Wolfram's hair, continuing his work on Wolfram with careful attention to detail. When he would stroke Wolfram's peen while doing him, he never paid attention to what he was doing, only adding that extra pleasure to set Wolfram wild. This was different, and Murata relished in it.
Wolfram sighed deeply, scooting close enough to nuzzle against Murata's collarbone. His fingertips pressed insistently against the Sage's chest and his hands finally balled into fists when he reached the edge, his orgasm only accompanied by a few soft gasps, shaky breaths and shivers rather than the usual over-the-top moaning and jerking. His body now satisfied, he settled comfortably against Murata's side, panting very softly as he looked up with hazy eyes, searching for his husband's.
Upon Wolfram's release, Murata continued to stroke him until the muscles stopping contracting and Murata let his hand run along wolfram's thigh and around to his lower back, tugging him close, now that there was no reason to have a space between them. He immediately looked down, finding Wolfram's almost half-lidded eyes. He couldn't hide his smile, not for anything. His eyes left Wolfram's for a moment to rest on his lips. He wanted to kiss them, but he wanted Wolfram to take that initiative.
Which Wolfram was happy to do. As soon as he had eye-contact he smiled and leaned up, capturing Murata's lips in a searing kiss and tangling their legs together. Sure he was spreading the stickiness around, but whatever. All that mattered at that moment was Murata's mouth against his own, sucking, licking, nipping...
Murata's mind wasn't even down where the stickiness was going on anyway. He was so preoccupied with Wolfram's kiss that anything pertaining to peens had been completely wiped from his mind. He held Wolfram closer to him, paying close attention to every movement of Wolfram's mouth and responding accordingly.
Finally, after making sure that he had thoroughly explored the inside of Murata's mouth, teeth and all, Wolfram pulled back, the smile still on his face and growing wider by the moment. "You're amazing, you know that?"
Murata could feel his face heating up and he let his mouth gape open and closed like a fish several times before responding, with a weakened version of trying to sound cool. "I... I try, but I'm not as amazing as you." His voice was tiny as he said it, as if it wasn't quite listening to his brain when he told it to be louder and more assertive. But it didn't mean he meant it any less.
Wolfram laughed softly and pressed a line of kisses along Murata's jaw, pausing when he reached his husband's ear. He nibbled and toyed with the earlobe for a few moments before releasing it to whisper an Iloveyou, as if it was a secret between the two of them.
A shiver jolted all the way down Murata's spine and his hold on Wolfram tightened, as if he didn't want this secret to get away. And he didn't. His eyes closed and he sighed, relaxing on the bed in a state of bliss. He wanted to be able to say it back. To let Wolfram know he received the secret and he wanted to give it back, but when he opened his mouth to say something, his voice had refused to work, and he only succeeded in mouthing the words, and he was saddened that Wolfram couldn't even see them.
Wolfram settled comfortably against Murata anyway, his head resting on his husband's chest and one arm curled possessively around his waist. He closed his eyes and it wasn't long before he was peacefully asleep, finding even his dreams disappointing in comparison to how wonderful real life had become.
Soothing hands ran themselves up and down Wolfram's back as Murata listened carefully to Wolfram's breathing slowly grow even. He began to slowly count the breaths, and as the number grew higher, so did Murata's disbelief at how good he really had it, until he, too, finally let sleep overtake him.