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The room is already dark when Ken enters. It isn’t that late, a little after 9 by his calculations. Even Wolfram doesn’t normally go to bed this early, but he supposes with no one here to keep him company it does not seem strange for him to catch a little extra beauty sleep. Not that he needs it for that reason.
For a second Ken considers heading back to the office. Wolfram doesn’t need him if he’s sleeping, whereas Yuuri may never get to sleep without his help. A voice changes his mind.
“Welcome back.”
Ken loosens his collar as he walks to the closet to change into his sleep clothes.
“Yuuri won’t be back?”
Ken makes a noise in denial as he dresses. “He’s flooded.”
Wolfram sighs. It isn't annoyance, but it isn't pleasant either. "He sent you back early again? Idiot. He needs you more than I do."
Ken stays at the closet a little longer to delay his response. He can see both sides of the equation. "Tending" to Wolfram is more enjoyable, obviously, but if he helps Yuuri, it takes off some of his burden and means that the three of them can be together more often. "He doesn't want to leave you neglected."
Wolfram huffs and shifts on the bed. "As if you are a substitute for him." His voice softens. "Not that I don't appreciate spending time with you."
Ken finally lies down on the bed. His husband wastes no time settling himself against him. "We both worry about you getting lonely."
"You aren't gone that much."
"Didn't you say I'm not a substitute?"
Wolfram clicks his tongue, tone assured. "It will pass. And if it doesn't, I will deal."
"Because you have me?" Ken teases.
" Because I admire Yuuri's work ethic." A small smile finds his face. " And because I have you when he’s away.”
Ken’s fingers play over his hipbone. “That’s good to hear. For a second I considered leaving you alone again if work ethic was all you cared about.”
He isn’t surprised at all that his husband hits him for that comment.
“Talk about rude.”
Ken laughs. “Seriously, though. It’s nice to know that you actually want me here, rather than just wanting company.”
The blonde moves so that he is straddling the double-black. “I thought you were supposed to be the smart one.”
Ken’s breath catches for a second. Wolfram’s beauty is as striking as ever, but somehow his features stand out even more prominently when he’s positioned directly over him. The feel of his strong thighs locked around his own isn’t anything to ignore either. His hands latch onto those thighs, in a sense grounding the blonde to him. “Compared to Yuuri, I’m a genius.”
Wolfram giggles. Ken is sure Yuuri would describe it like bells, but it’s something richer than that. Something that makes his heart flutter. His fingers flex against his exposed skin.
“I know you love me–you both do. But I also know you would both prioritize each other.”
Wolfram’s smile falls in an instant. “You really are an idiot. We both married you, didn’t we? Why would we have married you if we didn’t care just as much?”
A lot of reasons. Ken learned from experience that he needed to watch his words or else he would be sleeping on the floor. “We chose each other.”
“Damn right we did.” Wolfram looks so determined. “Yuuri is special, but so are you. You’re both…” he attempts to hold back a smile, “from out of this world.”
Ken deadpans. “Oh my god. Did you get that from Conrad?”
“Maybe.” Wolfram wipes a happy tear from his eye.
Ken is happy to see him smiling again. He takes his hand in his. “I know, I get it. I wasn’t trying to be somber or anything. I just meant that I appreciated the sentiment.”
Wolfram places his free hand on his chest. His voice comes out lower. “Is that all you appreciate?”
Ken’s breath catches once again. How long have they been married now? He should be used to this. If not this exactly, the concept itself. He has a million memories of such experiences jumbled within the confines of his head, but nothing–nothing–can compare to experiencing it in person with someone like Wolfram. His husband is right; Yuuri is special. There is something about him that just pulls you in and makes you want to see him smile and witness the man that he continues to grow into with each passing day. But Wolfram–Wolfram is like the burning flame, bright, colorful, and intense. He ignites your soul from the inside out, and the only way Ken knows how to withstand melting beneath it is to melt into it.
He leans up, crashing their lips together. It’s intense, but controlled–at least on his part. He’ll burn, but he isn’t yet ready to consume. As hot as any desire of his grows, he knows what he wants and can plan out it’s fulfillment. Wolfram, on the other hand, will consume everything with his passion if given the chance. It’s something he’s watched between him and Yuuri on numerous occasions, and on some level, he wants to experience that. A full release. The chance to escape his mind entirely for a brief time. But he has not yet found the courage to give in to it yet. He’s far too attached to his logic and control. But there’s no one else–save Yuuri–that he would ever trust to burn away his logic.
He breaks the kiss, but his free hand has slipped beneath the silk nightgown. “Do you really need to ask?” he purrs.
Wolfram hums, his hand playing over the expanse of his chest. “It’s just nice to hear it sometimes.”
Ken smirks. “Praise? You sound like Yuuri.”
The tips of Wolfram’s ears flush pink. “No, I don’t. Yuuri likes praise, but he never asks for it.”
Ken gives a low chuckle. He supposes that’s true. He meets his husband’s shining green eyes, tracing over the edge of his buttocks as he speaks. “I love you, too. I appreciate so much about you. Your passion, your devotion, your determination, your charm–”
“Charm?” he cocks his head.
Ken grins wider. “Yes, your charm . The way you speak, the way you move, the way you touch.” Wolfram’s blush is growing down over his neck now. “The way you breathe.” The blonde swallows at that comment. “The way you look at me.”
“Ken…” It sounds like a whine.
He kisses the back of his hand. “The way you need. The way you want .”
“You can’t…say all that.” He says it like a complaint, but it surely isn’t one.
“Why not?” he asks, playing innocent.
Wolfram glares, but it’s less than weak. “Because it’s too much. And you can’t mean it.”
“Oh? Why not?” The tips of his fingers slip the tiniest bit beneath the edge of his underwear.
“Because I’m…not special.”
Now it’s Ken’s smile that falls away. What is he talking about? “Yes, you are.”
“I’m beautiful like Shinou, I know.”
“That’s not what makes you beautiful. Especially not to me.” The words come out almost harsh. “Your beauty far exceeds his, and there is so much more that makes you beautiful than your physical appearance.”
“Still…it’s not like I’m trying to be special.”
“That’s what makes you and Yuuri the most special.”
Wolfram leans down to kiss him. The fire from earlier has simmered, but it feels just as intense in the chasteness. He repositions himself so that he is lying on top of him. “You are both so…much sometimes,” he says.
“Haha, well, I would be surprised if I wasn’t given how much stuff there is in my brain.”
“That doesn’t mean either of you should be putting me up on some weird-ass pedestal.”
“It’s fun, though.”
Wolfram grumbles something unintelligible.
“Do you want me to insult you instead?”
He grumbles louder. “No thanks!”
Ken chuckles. They are silent for a minute. He rubs over the silk of his husband’s nightgown, just appreciating his presence. “It’s just that I need both of you. You both have pedestals. It’s just easier to knock Yuuri off his.”
Wolfram chuckles. “I mean, he is a wimp and an idiot.”
“And you are neither.” When he doesn’t respond, he kisses the top of his head. “You’re probably tired. Get some sleep.”
As if caused by the words, he yawns. “Yeah, but you didn’t come back early just to sleep.”
“I didn’t? Anyway, haven’t we connected our hearts just now?”
Wolfram flicks his arm. “Nerd. Fine. We’ll sleep.”
Yuuri enters the dark room near midnight. He’s exhausted, but he managed to get all of his paperwork done. Somehow. He’s excited to actually be able to spend tomorrow with his husbands. He’s so excited in fact, he wishes he could tell them the news, but it certainly isn’t big enough news to wake either of them over. Especially Wolfram. He’d probably be burned to a crisp if he woke him up for that.
Speaking of Wolfram and sleep, he looks extremely comfortable curled up to Ken. His expression is soft and instantly brings a smile to Yuuri’s face. Ken’s own expression is soft as well, so much softer than how he looks most of the time when awake, but there is still a closed-off-ness to it. Yuuri walks over to them and runs a hand over his cheek. What will it take to shed all his layers away, he wonders. Perhaps they never will. But as long as he can feel this soft and safe, that’s okay. Ken’s arm is cradling Wolfram to him, which is also good. He’s taking care of him the way Yuuri wanted him to.
He walks over to the closet and changes quickly into the first set of pajamas he finds. He crawls into bed on Wolfram’s opposite side. Instead of pulling him close, he pushes himself close, that way he won’t disturb his current position. He’s warm and he can feel his arm brushing against Ken’s.
Closing his eyes, he sighs contentedly. He is so lucky to have both of them. So lucky to have them both in his life and to have them to support each other. He’s trying his best. They all know that, but still. He hates how little time he’s been able to spare for Wolfram lately. Not that he’s had much time to spare for Ken, either, but since Ken has been helping him with paperwork, they have shared each other’s presences at least. Not that that makes up for true intimate time. He will have to make it up to both of them tomorrow. He wonders if it’s better to spend the whole day with both of them, or to break it up into two long separate dates? He isn’t sure, but he knows that he’ll need his sleep, so he should really wait to figure it out until the morning. What he does know is that he’s lucky and he’s happy.
They are both supporting him so much right now during his busy schedule. He hopes it will die down soon–Gunter assures him it’s only a temporary influx of paperwork due to their annexation of Fridoria. They all deserve a break from his duties. Maybe when they can, they should take a trip. Perhaps they could visit Greta and Beatrice. Not that it’s really fair to push his duties onto Gwendal when he too has a family to worry about now. But Yuuri can bribe him somehow, he’s sure. Yes, he’s sure he can find a plushie at the market to appease him. Maybe a shark since his newborn daughter seems to like those more than anything else. Although, maybe he won’t want to share it?
Right! He’s supposed to be going to sleep. He tightens his hold on Wolfram, trying to clear his thoughts. Tomorrow, he’ll tell them he loves them. He’ll kiss them and promise them that he’ll be the one helping Wolfram with paperwork in the future. That’s only fair to Ken. And maybe–most definitely–he’ll talk them into taking a long bath together. Then they’ll go to town for breakfast and find the cute blue plushie in his mind. Then together they can try to bribe Gwendal to let them leave for a week at least.
Tomorrow. Right now, sleep.