kinkfest | Secret Love [Kyou Kara Maou, Murata/Yuuri, M]

Title: Secret Love
Author/Artist:

sagemuraken
Rating: M
Warnings: Sexual themes
Prompt: Kyou Kara Maou, Murata/Yuuri: sex in secret - "I wish you had never loved anyone but me."
Word count: 380

"All those lives... I wish you'd never loved anyone but me," Yuuri said, contemplating as he lay in the warmth of Murata's arms.

Murata just smiled gently; his own thoughts unreadable to others but he was very clearly calculating and thinking. He cuddled Yuuri closer to him.

At first these affections had seemed odd and uncomfortable to Yuuri, but he enjoyed the closeness now. He and Murata were in the Shibuya home in Yuuri's bed. His parents and brother were out. There was no way they could have these secret meetings in Shin Makoku. Wolfram would have searched and searched and they would be found easily. No privacy there at all. Yuuri hadn't even told Conrad that he was seeing Murata. Even if Conrad was loyal to the Maou, Wolfram was still his little brother and Yuuri had no intention of purposefully hurting either of them. He dreaded to even consider Gwendal's reaction though he suspected Cheri might enjoy the intrigue and romance.

Yuuri buried his face against Murata's shoulder as his friend, now lover, remained quiet.

"So you do love me?" Murata finally questioned.

"Huh?" Yuuri looked up again then went red. "Well... I... I... Yes...," he stammered then mumbled. "Don't you love me back?"

"Of course," Murata said breezily. "I have a thing for Maous."

Yuuri punched him on the shoulder. "Don't do that. Don't tease me right now, Murata," Yuuri sounded nervous and a little hurt.

Murata cuddled him close again. "Yes, yes. I do love you and it's not because of the Maou thing, okay?"

"That's better," Yuuri mumbled again.

"You're cute when you pout," Murata commented, almost earning himself another punch from Yuuri.

"Stop it," Yuuri had hidden his face again.

Murata chuckled softly and kissed Yuuri's hair.

"Ready for some more?"

"What? Already?"

Murata's hand felt down Yuuri's body. They were both naked under the covers. Yuuri jumped slightly against him.

"H-Hey...."

Murata grinned. "Feels like you're ready down there," Yuuri's face had gone bright red by now. He still wasn't used to Murata being so knowledgeable while he still felt so naive.

"You're asking for it, Murata."

"Why, yes. Yes, I am," Murata continued, still grinning.

Yuuri suddenly tumbled onto him and they both ended up laughing before the kissing began in earnest.