A/N- I'm sorry. I had to.
Disclaimer – I don't own Kyou Kara Maou. DX
"What are you doing, you wimp?"
Yuuri sighed in annoyance. Both he and Wolfram were naked, in his room.
"Don't do that! Look, you have to get the oil first!"
As was tradition, Wolfram was required to submit to Yuuri.
Why? Simple. They'd gotten married that day – after Yuuri's alter-ego came out and hit his own head with a big rock – and Wolfram was the bride.
"Where are you going?"
"To get the damn oil!"
"I already have it, idiot."
And Wolfram was pissing Yuuri off.
"Look, if you want to be in control, just say so." The king growled, just about ready to bang his head against a wall to get rid of his frustration.
"I don't want to be in control." Wolfram sniffed.
"I just want you to do it properly."
Half an hour later, Wolfram was telling Yuuri how hard he had to thrust.
"I can't even feel anything!"
"That's because I used the numbing oil!"
"Why the hell would you do that?"
"So that it didn't hurt!"
"It wouldn't've hurt if you'd just done it properly!"
"That's it! Fuck this!"
The door slammed. Wolfram blinked.
"What got up his ass? I was supposed to be the bottom! Yuuri, get back here!"
A/N- Oh, yes, I know they're OOC. I just don't like when people have Wolfram acting all ukey, because please, Yuuri's a good deal more submissive.
Go for it. Flame me, but flame decently.