Hey guys! How's it going? This was very fun to write; I of course, did this in my spare time (from school, writing other FFs [like Happy New Year, The Secret Encounters, My Dream Come True, and Laws of Life? I Defy Them!], chores, my baby niece). :3 I think that I did very well with this, and if you think so, give me a review~

Just to let you know, I was inspired by a picture of Gwendal, Gunter, Wolfram, and Yuuri all holding little white boxes with blue ribbons. They are all wearing an outfit of brownish red and white. The colors are soft. Gunter's body is facing off to the left with his right hand lifted with the present in his hand seemingly tapping his chin, the present is flat and rectangular. Next to him is Wolfram, who has his flat, square box while he has on his outfit, but his pant-legs are rolled up past his knees. In the middle is Yuuri who has his left hand in his pocket and the right is holding his large rectangular present with a smile on his face. After Yuuri is Conrart, he has his left hand gripping the present. It seems like he is either going to nibble on it, or he smells something sweet in it? Lol, I don't know. Conrart has an amused look on his face while Gwendal looks grumpy (like usual) while holding his present with his left hand.

WARNINGS: THREESOME, BDSM, D.P, LEMON, TOTAL OCC, AND A GREAT SURPRISE! (in this first fandom anyway~)

Viewer's discretion is advised!

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Snowflakes slowly drifted down from the dark grey sky, covering the muddy ground. Beneath the thick trees, animals scurried back and forth, gathering food in the rapidly growing dark world. Wood mice moved beneath the fallen leaves while the deer loped over brush and dead growth, making their way to their homes. Ferns shifted back and forth to reveal a brown hare that bolted away, going for cover. Its ears were moving to listen for any other sound coming from the forest, its little black nose twitching as it bound away.

The deep green forest glistened with snow as the sunset, the little snowflakes twinkling with color as they danced on other things. All were silent when the sun set, all were safe in their dens. In the distance, a lone wolf stood on precipice, gold eyes luminescent in the rising moon. The large head lifted and it released a howl that riveted through the silent glade. Another call joined the first wolves, then another. Soon enough, there were fifteen different pitched howls that rang through the air, giving the forest an eerie, haunted look.

Two figures sat down by the forest's edge, hunching over their piteous fire with blankets covering them to try and get warm. The figure on the right moved its arm and placed another branch into the fire, feeding its hunger. "If we do not get back to the castle, I am sure that they'll send a search party." The other said, voice husky because of the cold. "I do not want any others out here when the moon reaches its height, we two are enough to feed the cold for tonight." The person continued to say, then sat up straight because of the eerie howls that reverberated through the trees. The blanket fell off its head to reveal a young man around the age of twenty.

The young man had midnight black hair that glistened in both moonlight and firelight, which fell down to the middle of his back. Jet-black eyes made the dark skies envious, but within the firelight, were his visible cat slit pupils. When he blinked, it revealed his thick black lashes, then opened back up to reveal those deep, dark depths that captivated the other. Sharp and angled eyebrows were narrowed thoughtfully, showing a slight disturbance in his otherwise smooth skin. His high cheekbones were sharp, as if carved out of stone to fit his face completely. The black haired male's nose was sharp and straight. Below his nose were his full, sensuous, pale pink lips that formed into a slight smile. His jaw was slender, but it was common within an aristocratic family.

"Do you not agree, Gwendal?" His voice was slow, husky, tempting fate herself. His lips moved just barely, but the movement was visible. An eyebrow slightly angled up as he questioned his subject with a slight smirk on his face.

Gwendal, the others companion, nodded his head gently. His hood also fell back to reveal his black hair that was tied back into a ponytail, which fell to the middle of his back easily. Gwendal had thin eyebrows, which were usually furrowed because of some thought clouding his mind of the realm. resonate blue eyes were deeper than the ocean glanced over to the black haired man, then moved to put another stick into the fire. His upper lip was fuller than the bottom, and they were pale compared to the others. He had a strong jaw to accompany his large frame.

"Yes, I do, Your Majesty." He said calmly, his deep voice held slight humor. Standing, he shuffled the snow and the blanket off of himself. "Then we should go." Gwendal replied while folding his blanket up with quick precision. His uniform was green with yellow trimmings. A sword was held at his left hip, it connected to his belt. Moving over, he held his hand out to the king , a polite gesture.

The king took his hand, and stood with a slight grunt. "We should have just continued to move, otherwise I wouldn't have been this stiff just from sitting down." The Maoh complained, then removed his own blanket and gave it a slight shake to remove the snowflakes. His attire was completely black, along with the boots he wore. Shaking his gloves off, he placed the blanket in his packsack for safe keeping, then pulled the bag over onto his back and pulled the other strap.

"We must continue on our way before the moon reaches its height, Gwendal." He said softly as the other male snuffed out the fire they worked hard to start. The king watched as the other pulled his own bag onto his back, then shifted his gaze over to the glade, then up to see the distant castle that loomed even from where he stood. "We do have a long walk ahead of us, Your Majesty, just tell me when you need to stop and rest." Gwendal stared into his king's eyes, telling him to do different.

"You worry too much, Gwendal." The king stated then started to walk off, shoulders squared as he tromped through the knee-deep snow.

The larger male let a slow smile appear on his face slightly, remembering when the king first came to this world, such innocence and purity. He was much smaller than he is now. The king stood at around six foot, at least. Many mistakes were made in the first week had he been here, but they have been cleared up over the past four years. The king wouldn't think that he had matured much, but others would argue of that subject.

Moving quickly behind the king, his mind started to wander slightly as they neared the castle, trying to beat the moon's height. Gwendal could see that the cold was affecting the king clearly, but he didn't give word because the king did not. Steadily they made their way to the castle, which was about only two leagues away now. Looking back from where they came, he saw up in the distance a wolf pack making their way to their den. Gwendal counted fifteen, and shook his head gently. He needed to send word to a hunter and tell them that they would need to watch that one pack with care.

"You're Majesty." Gwendal called out quietly, but it reached him.

Turning around, the king blinked then glanced around the clearing, testing the shadows and darkness. Finding nothing, he looked back to Gwendal. "What could I do for you now, Gwendal?" He asked, his voice just like Gwendal's, quiet yet carried on through the distance. The king's gait had stopped, and slightly shuffled to where his side would be visible.

"Stay with me, there is a wolf pack around here, fifteen strong." He said, then moved when he put his left hand on his king's lower back as if to lead him elsewhere.

Stepping out of his grasp, the king glared at his subject. "I could protect myself, Gwendal vonVoltaire." He snapped then quickened his pace to stay an arms length away from the other male. Holding a hand before himself, he breathed into the gloved hand to warm up his cold fingers. The gloves were not well insulated, but they were waterproof. Wishing that he had brought a second pair, he felt Gwendal's hand on his shoulder.

Sighing, the king turned around, an annoyed look on his face. "What is it this time, Gwendal?" He snapped again, irritable. Bringing his hands up before himself, he breathed into them once more as he stared evenly at his vassal. The other held another pair of gloves in front of his face, and he glared. "Thanks." The black-haired prince said and snatched them from Gwendal's hand and pulled them over his own hands. Instantly there was heat to his hands. His black eyes flicked over to Gwendal, then grudgingly thanked him in a softer tone.

Gwendal shook his head, they were only half a mile from the castle gates. "Let us quicken our pace, Your Majesty, so that we could get yours and my horse from the stables." Stepping up their pace, they quickly walked. Many different people within the village called to both when they had reached. Some asked what they went to do, but the king just shook his head gently as the stablemen saddled Ao. Shaking out his body, he hopped onto Ao with mastery, then galloped out of the stables with Gwendal following after him.

"That blasted brat." Gwendal cursed while he shot out of the stable with his own horse. Catching up to the king with ease, he watched as the castle disappeared behind the fifty-foot high walls. A sudden relaxation hit him, knowing that they were home. The only reason they had left before the sunrise was because of the king's restlessness.

The gates opened to the castle, and the king jumped off his horse while it was still going. Ao stopped as a stableman grabbed for his reins. Without looking back, the black-eyed male bounded up the steps, taking three at a time. It had never ceased to steal his breath away when he entered the castle. The large and long hallways flourished with decorations of different countries flags. Rugs of all shapes and colors adorned the walls as well as the floor. Figures moved to and fro, doing chores to ready for the aristocrat's late dinner.

Holding out his right hand to a maid, he pulled her closer, whispering something into her ear. She looked back up to him with wide eyes. "You want him tonight in your room around twelve, Your Majesty?" There was a shock in her voice, then her gaze shuffled away from the king. "He wouldn't want you to miss the dinner-"

Yuuri lifted his hand when the maid continued to speak, bidding for her to stop "He will understand, trust me. Hold on…make him come in around eleven since that would be better for me. Do not let anyone know about it. If I hear just one rumor about, I know who I had talked to." Waving his hand, Yuuri dismissed her. Smirking at the sexy scene coming to his mind, he chuckled, then relaxed.

Releasing a breath that he didn't realize that he was holding, the king closed his eyes then placed both hands over his ears. Just at that exact time, there was a screech from his husband. "Yuuri!" Sighing, the king released his ears then loped up the stairs to find his fire demon husband.

"Yes, Wolfram?" He asked gently as he stepped into their large room. Over by a mirror, sat his beloved. His shoulder length blonde hair was tied back with a black leather thong, and his angelic face was misshapen because of his anger. Cute emerald green eyes were sparkling with rage, and his cute little face was scrunched up. Leaning down, Yuuri kissed Wolfram on the lips, ghosting along the pink skin.

Wolfram stuttered and then shoved Yuuri away with a blush on his face. "Where in the hell were you? And why in the hell were you with my older brother?" Wolfram held the king at bay by holding his upper arms, feeling the muscles ripple along his palms. Gulping slightly when Yuuri pressed Wolfram against the dresser mirror, he tried to move away by leaning back. The blonde had his pink nightgown on, because he just got up from a nap.

Leaning down again, Yuuri nuzzled Wolfram's neck as his hands slid down his sides to his hips. Wolfram's hands held one another from behind his neck, and he kissed the other's jaw. "I was restless, and you didn't want to wake up this morning, so I had Gwendal go on a walk with me that lasted all day long. My fingers are freezing, so is my body, warm them up for me." Yuuri teased, then hiked the nightgown up to Wolfram's hips.

The blonde haired male let out a yelp when he felt the ice-cold fingers on his naked hips. "Stop it, Yuuri, you're cold." He whined then squirmed when his lips met the king's. Quite suddenly, his nightgown was gone, and he was left sitting naked in front of Yuuri. "Plus there is the late dinner we need to attend to, and I bet that you are hungry." Wolfram didn't listen to Yuuri, knowing the words that were dispersing from his mouth were perverted.

The bigger man's eyes looked at Wolfram's body hungrily. It had been over a week since he had last taken Wolfram. Yuuri was blaming it on the work that the Covenant Castle had him doing. Licking his lips, his eyelids lowered to halfway as he stepped forward and removed Wolfram's hair tie. Wolfram squeaked in his grasp as his cold body pressed against the blonde's naked form. Yuuri could feel shivers running through the other's body, and he grinned.

"You love it when I do this." Yuuri whispered into Wolfram's ear, his cold hands gliding up his sides, then up his back. Wolfram's hands released one another to grasp the king's shoulders tightly. "Holding you, while you are naked, and I fully clothed." Yuuri licked below Wolfram's left ear, then let his teeth graze the soft and tender skin. "My cold body pressed against your flushed, hot, tender, soft body. To feel you welcoming me with your body, mind, and soul." Licking the skin, he could feel the other shiver. Yuuri looked down, watching Wolfram's cock tightened and become hard. Licking his lips, the king knelt down and he grasped the cock at the base.

Wolfram's hands ran through Yuuri's hair, knowing what was to come, so he fisted his hands just to hear his love growl with displeasure. Gulping, he watched as Yuuri lowered his head, then licked the pre-cum leaking from Wolfram's cock. Sudden pleasures rush through his body and he leaned forward, letting out a small moan. Wolfram then felt the heat of the king's mouth of the head of his cock and his fingers tightened, there was a warning growl from the other, but the blonde haired demon didn't loosen up his grip.

"Ah!" The blonde exclaimed as Yuuri started to slide down his cock, taking him whole. He could feel Yuuri's sharp teeth graze his soft skin, along with the tongue that caressed the bottom of his cock. While the heat intensified, Wolfram's face was beginning to flush, and his pink lips were parted as he let out a low moan. His hands moved on their own accord when they moved to the back of the black haired king's head and pushed him farther down his hardened member.

As if the king was complying, he slid more of his husband's shaft down his throat. Wolfram could feel that Yuuri had all of him when the other slid back up, his cheeks hollowing, teeth scraping, and he sucked gently. Even from just that, the blonde felt like he was going to come. When his lover pulled away from his cock, Wolfram protested with a short sound, whether it was to stop him, or for him to continue. "Prepare yourself." Yuuri commanded, staring intently into Wolfram's eyes. When Wolfram didn't move, he hoisted the blonde over his shoulder.

Smacking his bare ass, he ignored the blonde's protests as he dropped him on the bed. Wolfram looked up at Yuuri, just to tell him off when he saw his eyes. They were glowing in the bright moonlight, reflecting the cat slit pupils, seriousness shrouded in them, as well as a command. Shaking his head, the blonde protested, blushing tenfold at the thought. Leaning down, the taller male grabbed the smaller and put three fingers into his own mouth, moving his tongue around the appendages.

Wolfram could feel his stomach knotting as he felt Yuuri's tongue over his fingers, his member pulsed painfully, and his breath came short. When Yuuri pulled his mouth away, Wolfram's three fingers were coated with the king's saliva. "Do it." He commanded, and Wolfram lowered himself down on his left arm, gripping the sheets. With his right hand, Wolfram inserted his middle finger into himself, and he let out a low groan. Looking back to Yuuri with half-lidded eyes, he watched as the king unbuckled his pants as well unzip himself.

The black haired king pulled out his own throbbing manhood and started to slowly pump it as he looked to Wolfram's puckered hole as he inserted another finger. Yuuri licked his lips as his hand sped up when Wolfram started to scissor himself continuously, before adding the last finger. Since Wolfram's hands were smaller than his, it would take some time before he was completely stretched. "Ngh." Moaned Wolfram as he leaned down and placed his forehead on his forearm as he finger-fucked himself.

Yuuri's stokes started to get faster, and he let out a low grunt that echoed through the room as well as Wolfram's moans and pants. "That is enough." The Maoh commanded while watching Wolfram pull out his own fingers with a whine. Removing his shirt, leaving his pants on, he stepped forward, pushing Wolfram down so that he was on his elbows and knees. His ass was in the air, his hole ready and inviting. Positioning himself to where he could press easily down into him, Yuuri did so.

First his head entered Wolfram, who let out a low whine. Snarling, Yuuri pushed himself forward, enjoying the velvety heat that encased his sensitive male organ. He could feel as his husband tried to move forward, to escape the immense pain and pleasure. Snarling again, Yuuri held onto his hip with his left hand as he pushed Wolfram's upper body down into the bed as he entered him. Placing his right knee on the bed, he leaned over his lover and pushed into the rest of the way.

A cry left Wolfram, his hole clenched tightly because of the pain, tears stung his eyes and dribbled over to run down his cheek. There was a comforting purr emanating from Yuuri's chest, urging him to relax so it wouldn't be as painful. Even though Yuuri didn't know the pain of being entered, but the clenching on his shaft, would have anything to say about the pain. Placing soft kisses on Wolfram's back, he continued to purr, trying to have the smaller male relax so that he could move.

Keeping a good hold on the other, he slowly started to move after a few minutes of comfort. Wolfram was still tight, but it felt the most wonderful thing in the world. Yuuri thought that he gave Wolfram enough time to be stretched when he let out a moan. With his left leg still standing while his right knee rested against the bed, he pulled out. His body still emanated the coldness from outside, but it was slowly warming up.

Pushing back in slowly he let out a low groan. Looking up, Yuuri saw that Wolfram gripping the bed-sheets tightly, as if to hold something back. Letting out a low growl, he held tight and plunged deep into him with one thrust. Wolfram's back arched, and he let out a scream. Yuuri didn't know whether it was from pain or pleasure, but it sounded like pleasure to him. With his right hand, he ran it up the blonde's back to grip at his shoulder to pull him back to where Wolfram had to arch his back, and keep him on his fingertips and knees.

At that angle, Yuuri could thrust into him deep with the utmost pleasure imaginable. With every thrust, Wolfram let out a scream. Soon enough, he came onto the bed, but Yuuri wasn't finished with him. "Do not worry, my love, I am not even close to being finished with you." Yuuri purred out, then started to slam into him again. "I have a great surprise coming for you soon." Commented the monarch then he let out a groan that vibrated through his chest.

Wolfram didn't have any control as Yuuri raised him to his knees, wrap one arm around his waist, and thrust into him in that position. The blonde haired demon reached back and gripped at Yuuri's hair to hang on as the pleasure increased. "Please…" Wolfram begged, twisting his head back and forth before he felt a hand on his jaw turning his head back to Yuuri. There was a mouth on his, and he opened his lips, knowing what was to come. Yuuri's tongue met his, and he mewled when there was a sharp thrust that made him see stars.

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There was a whisper of cloth as the door opened and closed with the utmost silence. A tall figure lifted his right hand and ran it through his hair. His robes fell to the floor as he removed his most outer layer of cloth. The moon was shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows, filling the room with an iridescent glow. He didn't make a sound as he removed his shirt, his muscles moving fluidly, almost exotically. His pale skin shown in the glow, but he didn't make a sound as he let his hands move down his toned, wiry body to remove his pants. The cloth fell to the floor soundlessly then he bent down to remove his shoes. His large hands moved deftly, and he slipped them off. Standing tall, the male ran a hand through his silver locks, light amethyst eyes half-lidded with amusement.

Stepping forward, his body moved gracefully and determined. His pale body shown when he stepped into the moonlight, but faded when he stepped back into the shadows. He padded toward the bed, a silent shadow. Stopping behind the two on the bed, he watched as his king thrust into his husband. Kneeling down, the tall male pulled his hair back behind himself before he leaned forward. He waited until the king pulled back then he grabbed his hips, holding him fast, and leaned forward. His tongue darted out and licked the ring of his hole.

He felt the king freeze at the unexpected tongue and hands. The king let out a surprised grunt, looking back with a murderous intent on his face when he saw his surprised guest for Wolfram. The biggest male of the three smirked as he leaned forward again and thrust his tongue into the tight hole. The black haired male let out a small hiss of displeasure, but thrust himself back into the blonde male. The silver haired male stood and let out a low chuckle, humor lacing his chuckle, and which lit his unnatural amethyst eyes. Lying across the bed, he rested his head on his right palm as he looked over the two with half-lidded eyes. There was a smile on his face that made the others self-conscious of what they were doing.

Chuckling ever so softly, the silver haired male waved his hand, as if to tell them to continue. The king looked at the silver haired male, pulled himself out of the blonde, then stood and removed the rest of his clothes before he kneeled back onto the bed. "I am happy that you are here, Gunter, because you are one of five presents that I am going to give to Wolfram." The king said, looking down to his flushed lover, and then glanced over to the one named Gunter. Gunter could tell that the blonde wasn't in any condition to speak, so the silver haired male rested his back against the wood frame, watching with his hard amethyst eyes.

"It is an honor to give your husband a gift, King Yuuri, but I did not know that you included demons into the equation." There was slight humor in his voice, but the other part was cool. He didn't care about it, but he wanted to give the king a hard time while having a deep lust. Another chuckle escaped him, and he pulled Wolfram up and sat him on his lap. "I see that the king doesn't go easy on you, Wolfram, however, I will not either." A low groan escaped from the little man, and Gunter lifted the blonde's arms and wrapped it around his shoulders. Then he let his hands travel down Wolfram's sides slowly and sensuously, making the other shiver uncontrollably. "Prepare yourself for the most pleasure will ever receive in your life, my liege." Gunter pulled Wolfram's legs up from behind the knee, then looked pointedly over to Yuuri. "Your Majesty." He murmured gently, then the king crawled forward.

"No..." Whispered the blonde, but was quickly hushed when he could feel Yuuri's hands replace Gunter's. He could feel the tip of the mushroom-like head, then the head pushed into him. He cried out as Gunter pulled him down onto his cock. "Please...not...both...of...you..." His voice was very light and airy, as would be expected from the other two.

Yuuri didn't acknowledge Wolfram speaking, but leaned forward, positioning his hips. The black haired ruler felt the hands of a larger man and let out a low groan before he felt Wolfram's skin. The blonde's posterior was already stretched with Gunter inside him, but the king wanted to feel this pleasure of doing a three-some. "Gentle." The silver haired male whispered over Wolfram's deep breath to the Maoh. "We do not need to rip him up on the inside."

That made the king stop short before he entered. "That will happen if I rush?" Yuuri asked, slightly confused because he had never done this before. Gunter might know, but how could he know about such things? He might have had three-somes before, and when the thought crossed his mind, he blushed and looked down. "Never mind."

Gunter laughed gently before he motioned for Yuuri to continue. "I need for you to relax as much as you could, Wolfram, this will hurt, but it will get better as we go on." He whispered into Wolfram's ear while positioning Yuuri so that he could enter. "Get ready. On the count of three." Gunter instructed both of them, letting Wolfram feel Yuuri's tip. "One." Yuuri pushed slightly, so that just the tip was in. "Two." The head was halfway through. "Three." The king pushed the head of his shaft into Wolfram, who let out a strangled cry of pain. "Hush, the pain will be gone. Now, Yuuri, push forward a little."

Doing as he bid, Yuuri pushed forward, and could believe that Wolfram was taking the both of them, but he was. The feel of his and Gunter's member slipping against one another, and the heat emanating from Wolfram's anus. Grunting with both heat and pleasure, Yuuri made sure that he didn't push in too fast for his love to handle. He was sweating and out of breath. Gunter's soft words comforted Wolfram, along with himself. Gulping, the black haired male looked up to his lover.

Wolfram's eyes were squeezed shut tightly in pain. His cheeks were red with the heat, his mouth parted in a sexy manner. His head was tilted back, resting on the other man's left shoulder, showing his smooth, pale neck. Each time he took a breath, Wolfram would shudder and release a small moan. His hair was matted down by sweat, and very messy because of Yuuri's earlier administrations. It was due, but at the same time, it looked so damn sexy. Yuuri narrowed his eyes slightly when Gunter reached up with his left hand and took a handful of his hair and pulled so that his lips were facing him. The man didn't give the younger any chance to protest when his lips crashed down on Wolfram's.

The way that he moved caused both Gunter and Yuuri to move inside Wolfram. The smallest male's mouth opened up into a pleasured scream, but it was muffled when Gunter expertly pushed his tongue into Wolfram's mouth. A low groan escaped Yuuri as he watched his love getting forced into a make out session. Just to break them apart, Yuuri pulled out excruciating slow and then plunged back in. All three men cried out from the unexpected pleasure-though Gunter's wasn't really a cry, more like a grunt-and kept moving.

Their minds were on autopilot now, so were their bodies, and that they couldn't stop. The two immersing in Wolfram were synchronized so that when one would pull out, the other would push in. The heat was building in Yuuri's abdomen, and he knew that he would be coming in the very near future. Wolfram had already came three times, and this was going to be a record because Yuuri knew that they were going to go at it until the sun rose. Each time that Wolfram arched his back, opened his mouth, he let out a soundless scream of pleasure. The three knew that they couldn't stop when they started, so they kept going at it. Yuuri came twice, and Gunter once, in their procession.

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Going to Yuuri's P.O.V

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After Wolfram came another time, Gunter stopped us. "Kneel on the bed, King Yuuri." His voice was deep and filled with uncontrolled lust. I got the gist and knelt on the bed after pulled out of Wolfram. When I pulled out, cum started to run out of Wolfram's bottom, and down the length of Gunter's shaft. The sight of it made me hard again. I was very tempted to push myself back into Wolfram, but Gunter pulled out of Wolfram, then pushed and helped Wolfram down on his hands and knees. I knelt in front of Wolfram and I grasped his hair with my left hand tightly, then with my right I held my hardened shaft before the blonde's lips, teasing him slightly before he opened his mouth to me. I pushed the enflamed organ into his mouth, and he let out a sound of protest. I looked up to Gunter, who rammed himself back into the love of my life.

The thrust caught Wolfram and I in shock, enough that my shaft entered more into his mouth. Wolfram choked, but held me there anyway. Once more Gunter and I managed to get synchronized so that we both could get our fill. My eyelids were halfway closed when I glanced over to the other male, seeing him reach with his right hand to grasp Wolfram's cock.

A moan escaped Wolfram, and it vibrated in my mouth. Grunting, I held the back of his head and pushed my cock down into his throat. I could see that his eyes closed, and his throat worked around me. "Fuck." I whispered, the wet and hot mouth was intoxicating to me. I tilted my head back, closed my eyes, and let out a little groan. My cock entered in and out of Wolfram, as well as Gunter's cock entered in and out of his anus. Looking back to Gunter, I saw that he was looking at me, his eyes were lusty and held amusement. For some reason, anger rolled into me, and I held Wolfram's head with both hands, my appendages tangled in his unkempt blonde hair. My hips rolled forward, and he let out another moan that made me look down to him.

His green eyes were glittering and filled with so much pleasure. Yet there were tears in his eyes. A shock went through me, and I pulled out of his mouth. Wolfram let out a breath of air, then he started to cough. "Enough!" I glared up to Gunter, who pulled out of Wolfram wordlessly. The blonde collapsed onto the bed, drawing into himself. "Love, what is wrong?" I whispered to him, leaning down, ignoring that I needed to come. A fit of coughing erupted from him, and I was concerned. "Love?"

Wolfram looked up to me, his eyes were bright in the moonlight. "W-why d-d-did you st-stop?" He stuttered, I could tell that he wanted more. "God damn you, Yuuri! Why in the fuck did you stop?" Wolfram hissed out, then glared back at Gunter, who blinked calmly between the two.

I couldn't contain it. "Wolfram, Wolfram…" A chuckle escaped me. "I think I should have you for myself for the rest of the night. Gunter, you're dismissed." Waving his hand, Yuuri looked back to Wolfram, then laid him down on his back. "I love you with all my heart." I whispered in his ear, then slid into him. His hands gripped my shoulders, and he let out a low moan.

We continued until daylight, and then we moved to the bath. There I took him a few more times. When we going to go back to our room, Wolfram fell asleep against my chest as we relaxed in the bath. I stood quietly, feeling the water ripple against my shins. I lifted the love of my life up and out of the water. Since the bath was connected to our room, I padded quietly naked to the bedroom. I dried him off with a towel. Placing a kiss on his full lips, I smiled as I lay him down in the bed, I slipped in on the other side, pulling Wolfram to me. The blonde wrapped his arms around my neck, and I held him around his waist.

"The love of my life, this is only one of many presents, there is more to come within the next four days." He murmured quietly, then closed his eyes, falling asleep.

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Alright! That is finished, I started this a while back, it took this long. I was having trouble with the three-some part because I haven't done this before…Hmmm. Reviews on how I did, please?

Anywho, until next time

WolfLove