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The grand council chamber of Blood Pledge Castle was stifling with formality. Long mahogany tables stretched beneath crystal chandeliers. Nobles and advisors droned on about crop yields, border patrols, and the latest demon-human trade disputes. Yuuri sat at the head, trying to look regal in his black-and-gold robes, but his mind kept drifting.
Wolfram sat to his immediate right, posture perfect, blond hair gleaming, emerald eyes half-lidded in apparent boredom. One elegant booted foot rested against Yuuri’s calf under the heavy tablecloth. Then it moved.
Yuuri’s breath caught when the boot nudged higher, pressing deliberately between his thighs. He shot Wolfram a warning glare. Not here. Not now. Wolfram’s lips curved in the tiniest, most infuriating smirk.
The footjob started slow. Wolfram had somehow slipped his boot off without anyone noticing. Stockinged toes, warm and insistent, rubbed along the growing bulge in Yuuri’s trousers. Yuuri loved those feet. The high arch, the smooth pale skin, the way they flexed so gracefully when Wolfram was angry or aroused. He had spent entire nights kissing them, sucking the toes, burying his face against the soft soles while Wolfram teased him mercilessly.
Now those same feet were tormenting him in public.
Wolfram’s toes curled expertly around Yuuri’s cock through the fabric, stroking up and down in a lazy rhythm that matched the councilor’s monotone speech. Every time Yuuri shifted, trying to get relief or escape, the pressure increased. Heat flooded his face. His cock throbbed, leaking, trapped and aching.
Wolfram leaned in slightly, voice low enough only Yuuri could hear. “You are leaking already, wimp. I can feel it on my toes. You love this, do you not? Getting off on my feet while all these idiots talk about wheat prices.”
Yuuri’s vision blurred for a second. He loved it too much. The risk, the ownership, the way Wolfram knew exactly how to touch him.
The footjob grew bolder. Wolfram’s toes squeezed and stroked faster. The ball of his foot pressed firmly against Yuuri’s balls while the toes worked the shaft. Yuuri was panting through his nose, thighs trembling. He was close, way too close for a council meeting.
Wolfram’s eyes flicked to him, dark with satisfaction. “Come for me, Yuuri. Right here. Fill my foot with it.”
Yuuri’s control snapped. He came hard, biting back a choked sound, cock pulsing against Wolfram’s warm, clever toes. Hot spurts soaked into the stocking and dripped down. Wolfram kept stroking him through it, milking every drop, until Yuuri was shaking and oversensitive.
Only then did Wolfram withdraw his foot with a satisfied little hum, slipping his boot back on like nothing had happened.
Yuuri cleared his throat, voice rough. “Meeting adjourned. Urgent royal business.”
The nobles barely had time to bow before Yuuri was on his feet, dragging Wolfram by the wrist out of the chamber and through the corridors. Servants scattered. They did not stop until the heavy doors of the royal chambers slammed shut behind them.
The second they were alone, Yuuri pushed Wolfram against the wall and kissed him fiercely. He dropped to his knees, grabbed Wolfram’s booted foot, and yanked the boot off with shaking hands. The stocking was already damp from Yuuri’s release. He pressed his face to the sole, inhaling the scent of leather, sweat, and his own cum. “Gods, Wolf. Your feet.”
He peeled the stocking down slowly, reverently. Wolfram watched him with hooded eyes, cheeks faintly flushed, breathing already quick. Yuuri kissed the bare arch, tongue tracing the curve. He sucked each toe into his mouth one by one, licking away the mess he had made, moaning around them. Wolfram’s toes flexed against his tongue.
“Such a filthy king,” Wolfram murmured, voice husky. “Worshipping my feet like a common foot slave.”
Yuuri did not care. He licked long stripes up the sole, nuzzled between the toes, then stood and stripped them both in a heated rush. He guided Wolfram to the massive bed and pushed him down onto his back.
Yuuri slicked himself generously, then lifted one of Wolfram’s legs high. He pressed his cock against Wolfram’s entrance and sank in slowly, groaning at the tight heat. At the same time, he brought Wolfram’s foot to his mouth and sucked on the toes again, tongue swirling as he started to thrust.
Wolfram arched beneath him, a broken moan escaping. “Yuuri…”
Yuuri fucked him deep and steady, hips rolling with purpose. He licked and sucked at Wolfram’s foot the entire time, kissing the arch, mouthing at the heel, then moving to the other foot when he needed more. Every thrust drove a gasp from Wolfram, and every lick made those elegant toes curl against Yuuri’s tongue.
“You feel so good,” Yuuri panted between sucks. “Love your feet. Love fucking you while I taste them.”
He changed angles, hitting that spot inside Wolfram that made him cry out. Yuuri kept one foot pressed to his face, sucking greedily on the toes while his hand stroked Wolfram’s leaking cock in time with his thrusts. The wet sounds of skin slapping and Yuuri’s mouth on Wolfram’s foot filled the room.
Wolfram’s hands fisted the sheets. His body tightened, heels digging into Yuuri’s shoulders as pleasure built. “Harder. Yuuri, please.”
Yuuri obliged, pounding into him faster, never stopping his worship. He licked broad stripes across the sole while driving deep, then sucked two toes into his mouth and moaned around them. The vibrations made Wolfram shudder.
Yuuri came first, burying himself to the hilt with a muffled groan around Wolfram’s toes, filling him with hot pulses. The sensation pushed Wolfram over the edge. He spilled across his own stomach with a sharp cry, clenching tight around Yuuri.
They stayed locked together for long moments, breathing hard. Yuuri finally lowered Wolfram’s leg and collapsed beside him, pulling him close. His hand found Wolfram’s foot again, thumb stroking the damp arch lazily.
“Next council meeting,” Yuuri murmured against his hair, smiling, “I want both feet under the table.”
Wolfram laughed breathlessly and nipped at his jaw. “Greedy wimp.”
Yuuri just grinned, already thinking about round two.