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Wolfram had decided that the thing Yuuri needed to get over his negative feelings about their engagement was ‘Kiss Therapy.’ Yuuri wasn’t sure he’d ever heard the word ‘therapy’ used in this world, which made him think Murata was somehow behind this. When Wolf had made the declaration, Yuuri panicked, flailed and tried to escape the bed as fast as possible. Where he had planned to go he didn’t know. Maybe to the baths to try and either go home or drown himself. But Wolfram was faster and had him completely pinned to the ridiculously comfy mattress before Yuuri had even got one foot on the floor.
“The only thing I’ll accept.” Wolfram cut him off when he was still trying to stutter out the first protest, his voice calm and determined. “Is No.”
“B-b-but Wolf!” The babbling had started then, Yuuri coming up with every excuse he could think of to make this not happen. Wolfram hovered over him for a good minute as he went on and on, likely talking in circles at this point.
But he couldn’t manage to spit out a simple ‘no.’
Then Wolfram was leaning down, causing Yuuri to make all sorts of embarrassing squawking noises until his mouth was covered by soft, gentle lips.
It was Yuuri’s first kiss and his stomach twisted up at that thought. It was warm and tender and over as quickly as it had started. Wolfram pulling up then rolling off him with a simple “Goodnight.” and leaving Yuuri to lay there in shock.
The next night, Wolfram pinned him to the headboard with one arm across his chest.
“W-Wolfram! Can’t we just go to bed? Please? I’m tired!”
Wolfram waited a beat, but when Yuuri still couldn’t get the one stupid word that would save him out of his mouth, he leaned in and kissed him again. Impossibly soft lips (how could they be so soft yet hurl such vicious words all the time?) moving gently against Yuuri’s frozen ones. Then Wolf was pulling back again. At least they didn’t last long…. Right? But this time he also snuck in a kiss on Yuuri’s cheek before muttering goodnight and returning to his half of the bed.
For some reason, the kiss on the cheek had his brain turning to fizz more than the kiss itself. His eyes had been closed but his mind provided him with a third person style imagery of Wolfram, kneeling in his pink nightgown, giving some faceless person a kiss on the cheek with a light blush resting across his own. It was so damn cute! How could any boy be so cute! It wasn’t fair! He was beautiful, and powerful, and smart, and so insanely cute! One person shouldn’t be able to be all of that! And what would someone like that even want with Yuuri, anyway?! He was just a dumb baseball kid! If Wolf was a girl, she’d be way waaaay out of his league!
Wolfram’s soft little snores finally made Yuuri open his eyes. The blonde had his back to him, but Yuuri knew that wasn’t likely to last. Nor was him staying demurely curled up on his half of the bed. Yuuri probably got more bruises from sharing a bed with Wolf then he did from sword training with Conrad. Yet he hadn’t managed to kick Wolf out. He’d yelled and complained about him being there plenty, but had never managed to actually order him out.
Wolfram’s loyalty was a match for Conrad’s, maybe even surpassed. If Yuuri had actually ordered him out, he would listen. Same with the engagement, probably. Yet, Yuuri hadn’t. Despite all his protests. Did he like having someone as sturdy and reliable as Wolfram tied to him? That seemed awfully selfish, especially considering he already had Conrad. Yuuri didn’t like to think of himself as selfish, but….
Why couldn’t he just say no?
The third night, Yuuri didn’t bother complaining. It’d be over soon, so might as well just let Wolfram get on with it, right? Then he could just go to bed and stop thinking about all this nonsense for another day. Wolfram didn’t pin him down this time, since he wasn’t trying to get away, so Yuuri just squeezed his eyes shut as tight as he could and braced for the inevitable. Wolfram still waited a moment before giving a snort. “You’re such a Wimp.”
Yuuri was about to open his eyes and yell at him for calling him that, again, but then Wolf’s lips were on his, soft and smooth. In his slightly less panicked state, Yuuri realized he could smell the scent of Wolf’s shampoo still clinging to the blonde hair, feel the warmth radiating from the body hovering over his, hear the soft sound of silk on silk as Wolfram shifted and made his nightgown rub against itself. Then all those sensations were gone, Wolfram retreating to his side of the bed.
Something in Yuuri felt empty.
The next day had been a busy one, especially for Wolfram. Yuuri wasn’t even sure what all the ex-Prince had had to do, but by the time they made it back to their room, Wolf looked exhausted. He slipped into his nightgown in record speed and fell face first into the pillows on their bed.
Yuuri climbed in hesitantly, watching the mess of blonde hair for signs of danger. Wolfram did eventually move, but it was his sleepy kind of shuffle to find a more comfortable position. He ended up facing Yuuri, features relaxed and breath already evening out.
Was Yuuri going to be spared tonight? His Fiance certainly seemed like he was ready to fall immediately asleep. That was a relief.
Right?
Why couldn’t he get this tension to leave his body? He felt all wound up, like he was waiting for a difficult pitch in an overtime inning where the score was all tied up and bases were loaded. The longer he stared at Wolfram’s angelic face, the higher his tension climbed until he felt like he might explode.
“Wolf?”
Wolfram gave a sleepy annoyed sound before green eyes suddenly popped open. “Shoot! I nearly forgot!”
Wolfram had forgotten about him?!
But then he was leaning forward, one hand reaching out to tangle in the black hair at the back of his head and hold Yuuri in place. Soft lips met Yuuri’s and all of that tension immediately washed away, leaving him feeling so relaxed and happy he even tried pressing back with his own lips.
Wolfram made a surprised, happy sound in his throat that just made Yuuri melt further. He could make Wolfram sound like that? He could? Really? Could he make it happen again? How could he do it? Yuuri reached a hand out, tentatively, blindly, until his fingers touched a soft cheek. He didn’t have a clue what he was doing so he just cupped it with his palm, marveling at how he could feel Wolfram’s jaw move the slightest bit as he continued to kiss him, far longer than any of the others had lasted.
When Wolf finally pulled away, it was Yuuri that made a small, involuntary sound. His other hand had ended up clutching at Wolfram’s collar without him noticing, and his arm was the only thing keeping their entire chests from being pressed firmly against each other. “Yuuri,” Wolfram breathed and it sounded so incredibly warm and tender. “You kissed me back!”
“I, um, guess I did.” Yuuri mumbled, having to look away from the blinding smile Wolfram was giving him. His face felt hot and his whole body was tingly.
“Do you want to keep going?”
Yuuri bit his lip. It felt like fireworks were going off in his stomach at the mere suggestion of continuing. “B-but you’re tired. So tired you almost forgot…”
Wolfram shook his head, blonde strands bouncing around his head. “Not anymore, I’m not. Do you want to?”
Saying yes was so much easier than trying to say no had ever been.