by Bronze Tigress
Sherbet + Chapter 8
Saturday morning, again :
A Demonstration or Two
A little shiver runs through Trowa at Wufei's softly-spoken words, and
he pulls away from Duo's mouth just long enough to say, "Yes," before
returning to his self-appointed task of drawing interesting noises from
the braided man. He shifts his own hands down to tug experimentally at
the bottom of Duo's shirt; at the same time, Wufei finishes pulling Trowa's
free of his jeans. Duo gasps into their kiss as Trowa's hands make contact
with his skin, carefully lifting his shirt off. Wufei pauses, thumbs running
small caresses along Trowa's ribs as he waits for Duo's shirt to be removed,
then finishes the process of rendering them all shirtless. With Trowa's
shirt off, Wufei runs his fingers gently around Trowa's waist - first
over top of the waistband, then back along the top edge, and finally dipping
his fingers just under the edge of the fabric, slipping one hand out to
fiddle with the button.
The sound of Trowa's zipper registers on Duo's ears, because he pulls
back from their kiss then and begins to kiss his way down Trowa's throat,
and down to lick lightly at the small hollow between Trowa's collarbones.
He backs off enough to blow gently on the damp spot, causing a shiver
and a small gasping moan. Wufei's voice is in Trowa's ear again, that
husky tone still present as he informs him that, "Duo told me, earlier,
that he wants to taste you. Would that be alright with you?" The request
is almost a purr, and Wufei's hand, stroking lightly at the gap left by
the opened zipper leaves little doubt as to just what Duo has in mind.
Trowa's nod is a short jerk, punctuated by another little shiver, and
it is followed almost immediately by a soft moan as Wufei slips both hands
into the jeans and begins to peel them off. When the jeans rest at Trowa's
knees, Wufei's hands trail back up his thighs to slip under the waistband
of his briefs, pushing them down to join the jeans. Meantime, Duo has
continued his downward motion, kissing, licking, and sucking a line down
Trowa's sternum only to stop at the bottom, and lick in a single swooping
line to the slight hollow under his left collarbone and work straight
down from there.
The first kiss that brushes against the nipple gains Duo a gasp and a
shiver, and he pauses then, moving strong hands up Trowa's arms and around
behind his shoulders to tilt him to the side. Wufei's hands on his hips
also lift and turn, gently easing him down to sit on the floor before
returning to the task of removing his remaining clothing. Trowa, on his
way down, grabs Duo's head with one hand, pulling the braided man's face
in close enough to kiss. When he pulls back, he looks up into the kneeling
man's eyes and tells him, "Feels so good, Duo; don't stop, just do...
whatever you think..." Trowa's voice is breathy with desire and soft,
but very clear as he meets Duo's searching gaze for a moment before loosening
his grip and letting Duo return to his previous task.
And he does, kissing more quickly down Trowa's chest to stop at his nipple,
pausing to lick, then blow lightly on it, before taking it between his
lips and sucking gently on the now very hard little nub. He flicks his
tongue across it lightly before backing off to blow lightly, the wash
of cooler air bringing a muffled groan from Trowa's lips. Duo isn't so
subtle about his treatment of the other nipple, sucking it immediately
into his mouth, and then biting down gently on it. Trowa arches into the
touch, muscles tightening as he does so, and his groan is louder this
time. His hands come up, as if to hold Duo's head in place, but then he
seems to think better of it, letting them fall to Duo's shoulders instead.
Wufei notes the abortive movement as he returns from dropping clothes
on the couch, and guessing at its meaning, takes one of Trowa's hands
in his own and places it so that it gently cups Duo's head, saying, "It
is not a bad thing to let him know you want more of something, verbally
or otherwise," before skimming his own hands down Duo's back, rubbing
lightly, until he reaches his pants. He runs his fingers around at the
waist, popping the button and tugging the zipper down, encountering some
resistance because of Duo's bent-over position. "If I could borrow Duo
for a moment, Triton?" Wufei asks, passing one palm under Duo's chest
and gently pulling at him to cause him to straighten up enough to get
the stubborn zipper undone. Duo reluctantly releases the nipple he's been
working with teeth and tongue, blowing on it as he straightens up.
Wufei is quick to get Duo's pants down off his hips. As soon as the clothing
is clear, Duo bends back towards Trowa's chest with a wicked smile on
his lips, and purrs, "Why don't you lean back a little for me, Tro? Give
me a little more room to work? Oh!" Looking down, Trowa glimpses Wufei's
hands stroking down Duo's thighs, framing his swelling arousal. Trowa
leans back on his elbows, and Duo, following him down, plants his hands
firmly on the ground beside Trowa's hips, as he bends his head and trails
licks and kisses down Trowa's ribs, down well-defined abs, down, down...
Trowa watches, fascinated, as Duo progresses down his body, breathing
made somewhat erratic by the occasional gasps and moans, as he practically
hums his appreciation of the sensation - so soft, so gentle. Duo stops
to pay homage to a faded scar just across Trowa's hipbone before moving
down further, nipping gently, down to the crease where thigh meets hip,
licking just a little harder to avoid tickling the sensitive area. He
stops, then, to look up into Trowa's face, and locks eyes with him as
he oh, so slowly leans his cheek over to brush gently against Trowa's
erection, which jumps and twitches at the contact, and nuzzles against
it briefly. Then Duo turns his face to bury his nose in the other man's
dark curls and inhales deeply, sighing happily.
"It sounds as if he is enjoying himself there, no?" is Wufei's soft question
from behind Trowa's ear. Trowa starts a little; he'd been so busy watching
Duo that he hadn't noticed Wufei moving around behind him. He turns to
look at his questioner, who is kneeling right by his head and now quite
naked as well. Trowa rakes his eyes appreciatively over the expanse of
golden skin and tight muscles so conveniently displayed, nearly missing
Wufei's question, "...to let him continue?"
"Wha?... Oh, yes... feels so good..." Trowa's voice has taken on a husky
tone of its own, that sends a little shiver through both other men. It
was lovely before, but now it has taken on an erotic quality that is very
far from unpleasant. Wufei leans forwards, then, to put something unseen
in Duo's outstretched hand before he puts his own hands on Trowa's shoulders,
shifting so that he is directly behind him, the auburn head resting against
his chest, and Trowa's long body resting against his front and thighs.
"Lean back on me, then, my brother; I am here with you," he murmurs then,
voice soft and reassuring, as his hands come up to stroke gently up Trowa's
sides and across his chest. The soft touch leaves trails of fire across
Trowa's skin even as Duo turns his head once more and flicks his tongue
out experimentally to taste the throbbing hardness before him.
Trowa moans, then, and drops his head back against Wufei's shoulder. Held
safely in the warm embrace, he is free to drop his guard, close his eyes
and surrender to the sensations being given him by his two friends, now
lovers? He isn't sure the term really applies, but... thinking becomes
difficult as Duo's tongue begins working it's way up his erection, then
around, and down, leaving a fine layer of gradually cooling wetness over
the whole surface before he pulls back to blow gently.
Finally, Duo relents. There is a brief pause, half a suckle at the very
tip, and then with one last circling of his tongue around the head, he
begins to take Trowa's erection into his mouth. He moves slowly, keeping
the contact close and warm and slow, as if to approximate another sort
of entry entirely, and steadily takes in Trowa's entire length in that
one first agonizingly slow movement. Only then does he stop, and that
only for a moment, before beginning to move his head in a steady, slow,
perfect rhythm over nearly the entire length, using his arms to help with
the movement. Trowa's head lolls back on Wufei's shoulder, and his knees
lift without conscious thought to tilt his hips further into the impossible
pleasure that is being given to him, like some most precious jewel on
a gold-chased platter. He had never imagined it could be like this...
Then something changes - Duo's mouth is a little faster, or perhaps a
little looser, or perhaps it's just that the angle is different; Trowa
can't tell, only that it is impossibly even better. His fingers twist
in Duo's hair, clutch at his shoulder, seeking... something. Then the
storm that has been building coalesces into a single point somewhere deep
inside and then... and then... stars explode behind his eyelids and in
that deepest part of his belly, and something that has been wrapped around
his heart cracks, unnoticed in the whiteness of his orgasm, and he screams
wordless joy as his body convulses with it.
When Trowa comes back from the timeless place where the stars dance, he
is lying down on one side, held close and safe between two warm bodies,
legs thoroughly entwined in theirs. He blinks his eyes slowly open, trying
to separate the face before his eyes from the honey-soft voice murmuring
sweet nonsense in his ear. The voice belongs to Wufei, he realizes, as
the face belongs to Duo. "Hey there, stranger. Are you back with us yet?"
Duo's voice is warm and slightly concerned, but there is the faintest
hint of smug self-satisfaction behind that, as if he were immensely pleased
with himself. "How do you feel?"
"Hmmm..." Trowa smiles and stretches languorously, wriggling contentedly
in the firm warmth of Wufei's embrace and drawing Duo in close against
his chest to kiss him thoroughly. It takes him a moment to process through
the reason why Duo tastes different now. //Something plastic? No, wait...
latex. But... when did he...? Never mind, doesn't matter when, just that
he did as they said they would...// He releases Duo's lips with a small
happy sigh, and then hugs him tight for just a second before letting go
to say, "Mmm; good, like... like a cat in a sunbeam, all warm and boneless."
"Good," is Wufei's opinion from behind him. "Are you ready for more now,
or would you like to wait a bit longer?"
"Don't want to move just yet. This is comfy here and... oh! Duo, I'm sorry..."
"No, don't be, Tro," Duo cuts him off. "For starters, we're nowhere near
done yet, and for another thing, we said, right? Besides, I don't think
there's much point in having you learn that trick, hmm?"
Wufei props himself up on an elbow and slides the other hand down between
their bodies until he encounters the topic of the conversation, wrapping
his hand around Duo's smooth, hard flesh and stroking lightly. "Perhaps
not, but I'm sure he is already familiar with this one..." Duo whimpers
softly at the contact, then drops onto his back and plants his outside
foot squarely on the floor, arching into Wufei's strong, knowing touch.
When Trowa's hand joins Wufei's a few strokes later, a pleased moan escapes
his lips, and he lets his eyes flutter closed, content to simply enjoy
the ride to his release at their hands.
A short while later, Duo remarks, in a conversational tone, "Eeeuch...
"Well, quit squirming, then... excuse me, Triton..." Wufei levers himself
up to grab the towel and the lube from the side table. He tosses the former
at Duo's head, although it is caught before it lands and applied to his
chest and belly instead. Wufei seats himself by Trowa, holding the lubricant
in one hand, and asks him, "So... now?"
"Wha?" is the startled response. Then, as the question parses, his confused
expression brightens, and he asks, "What do I need to do?"
"Hmph," is the amused reply. "Lie back, relax, enjoy the ride?" Wufei
notes the flicker of apprehension that disappears almost immediately as
Trowa rolls obediently onto his back, knees slightly spread. He doesn't
say anything directly about it; instead, he merely begins explaining that,
"The sphincter is easily capable of accommodating the required diameter
- and in fact generally does so on a regular basis - but it must be suitably
relaxed to do so, and few people are capable of consciously doing that.
Hence," he pauses to squeeze some of the lube out and rubs it lightly
between his fingers to warm it some more, "a bit of preparation is generally
in order. That is why, contrary to what was said earlier, you are currently
flat on your back." Wufei flashes a bright smile at Trowa as he continues,
"It is usually easier to relax when you are not worrying about keeping
your balance, after all. We will be changing positions soon enough."
Trowa blinks at the sparkle of humour in Wufei's voice, then nods and
relaxes fractionally; he relaxes still more when Duo appears again with
a cushion for his head and drops himself, cross-legged, right beside his
shoulder, taking one hand in his, and feathering his other hand through
Trowa's hair. "I'm right here with you, Tro, right beside you; not gonna
let you fall. Just think of me as your frilly parasol, 'kay?" Trowa blinks
hugely, then laughs softly at the bizarre image that phrase conjures in
his mind. He squeezes Duo's hand back, then, and nods to Wufei to proceed.
"One other thing to note," Wufei continues his lecture then, "is that
there are a large number of nerve endings in this area. Knees up, please?"
He pauses while Trowa makes the requested change in position, then shifts
himself between them, laying a hand on one of Trowa's knees and very gently
stroking down his thigh towards his hip, then back up, down, up, down,
up. The motion is vaguely hypnotic, partially soothing and oddly enough,
partially arousing as well, as the pressure being applied is slowly lessened
until the touch barely avoids being ticklish. "If it hurts, it really
hurts, but when it feels good," Wufei says, as he trails the
back of his other hand down the other thigh, then down onto that part
of Trowa's ass that is revealed by the position he is in, "it really
feels good..." One finger runs down the last bit of Trowa's inner thigh,
down around past the base of his sac, and down some more, brushing lightly
down to the pucker of his anus and pausing there to circle slowly, then
across and back up again.
Trowa nearly jumps at the light touch, then gasps as the sensation registers.
Wufei, his eyes locked onto Trowa's face, repeats the slow circling movement,
using the slightest bit more pressure this time. "Nice, huh?" Duo asks,
smiling down into the surprise in Trowa's wide eyes. Trowa swallows, then
nods. "See? 'Fei knows what he's doing..."
"Yes, and 'Fei wants you to keep at least one eye on what I am
doing here, too, Duo," Wufei adds, "since you did say you wanted to see
what it is." Duo nods, and shifts slightly so that he can see, yet staying
well in focal range for Trowa.
Wufei's single finger, now well-coated in the lubricant, moves back, circling
slickly and pressing lightly, then begins to move in a gentle rocking
motion, pressing and then retreating upwards towards the underside of
Trowa's balls. Only when Trowa shifts his hips towards the motion does
Wufei give him more, letting just the tip of that finger slip inside at
the bottom of its arc before retreating again.
Now, Wufei begins leading again, pressing a little deeper each time until
he is sinking the second knuckle with every stroke. "So far so good?"
Trowa nods. "Ready for a little more now?" Trowa manages to look eager,
concerned, and confused at the same time, so Wufei explains, "Not that
much more - another finger first, and maybe one or two more -I'm in no
hurry." Trowa nods, then, letting his head tip back again, and Wufei carefully
squeezes on more lube before a second finger joins the first in its stroking.
Trowa gasps a little at the increase, but it sounds much more like pleasure
than anything. When Duo squeezes his hand, Trowa smiles back, and reaches
up to grab for his head, pulling him down to kiss somewhat breathlessly.
Now, Wufei is making each stroke deeper again, and as he does, he is speaking
again. "Of course, there are a few benefits to being male for
this particular activity, like..." he trails off, then suddenly Trowa's
eyes pop open in surprise. "Like that," Wufei finishes, smirking.
"Oooh... more?" Trowa pleads, writhing a little under the continued assault
of talented fingers. "Gods, what is that?"
"Prostate gland," Wufei supplies, stroking over it again as if to make
a point. He looks over at Duo before continuing, "Small bump on the belly-ward
side, fairly obvious if you are looking for it. This is about the point
where you lose it, right?" Duo nods. "Ahaa, that would be why, then..."
Wufei backs his fingers off from that spot then, and waits until Trowa's
eyes regain focus before speaking to him. "Note that unless there is something
she has not been telling us, Dorothy does not possess one of
those - in case you were of a mind to try this with her at some point.
You cannot cheat on the relaxation process there..." He waits for Trowa
to process this and then nod before he continues, "And I do not intend
to cheat here either. Ready for three?"
When Trowa nods again, Wufei adds a third finger, using both hands briefly
so as to start this new step up with an even diameter; after a few careful
strokes, however, all seems to be going well, and he switches to back
to a one-handed approach. The resulting slight wedge causes no apparent
discomfort, and Wufei begins to exploit the effect, holding his fingers
further apart as he continues, increasing the diameter. Finally, when
he can easily sink all three spread fingers to the hilt with only a pleased
moan for commentary, he judges his preparations complete, and withdraws
his hand, wiping it before handing the tube of gel to Trowa and shifting
to lie down beside him, propped on an elbow to look into his face.
"And this is where you take over," Wufei smiles, running one hand down
Trowa's side to rest on his hip. "Believe it or not, that last bit was
nearly as big as me, measuring around. Now - you need to put some of this,"
he points to the tube, "on me, and then..."
Duo releases Trowa's hand, and skitters back just far enough to leave
room for Trowa to turn and move, then gives him a hand sitting up, before
shifting himself to a place closer to Wufei's knees and lifting a small
packet to his teeth. Trowa, considering, squeezes out some of the lube.
"More," Wufei says from where he is lying, even though his angle is such
that he can't possibly see how much Trowa has. Trowa looks sharply in
his direction, question cut off as Wufei continues, "You need at least
twice as much as you think should do it, and keep the tube handy..." Unnoticed,
Duo has slipped a finger in to swipe a bit from Trowa's hand, then leant
forwards to perform his own version of anointing, which causes Wufei's
last word to trail off in a hiss as he fights to regain control of himself.
Trowa nods, then triples the amount in his palm before handing the tube
back to Duo to hold. Then he reaches forwards to liberally anoint Wufei's
rock-hard erection, already well covered in latex, and smiling a little
at the low growl and unconscious hip-thrust the action produces. "Good
enough, Triton. Now, how about you get that sexy ass of yours up here,
hmm?" Trowa flushes slightly at the compliment, but is already moving
to straddle Wufei's hips even as Wufei reaches for his, steadying him,
lifting, settling him into place. Duo's hands come up around Trowa's ribs,
holding him securely as well.
"Now, guide me..." comes one last instruction, but it proves to be somewhat
redundant as Trowa has already reached behind himself to take Wufei's
erection in one hand, bracing himself against one bronze shoulder with
the other. Wufei chuckles lightly, "Eager, are we?" Placing the tip in
position, Trowa holds it steady as he lowers himself. His eyelids fall
shut and his mouth opens in a soft moan of pleasure as he slowly sinks
down around Wufei until he can't go any further.
There is no movement at all for a second, and another, and then Trowa
inhales sharply and his eyes snap open, a breathtaking smile lighting
his features. Wufei makes the tiniest possible movement, his hands on
Trowa's hips urging him upwards, and Trowa, taking the cue for what it
is, raises up, then lowers again, riding Wufei slowly, savouring every
second of the wonderful smooth slide of flesh against flesh. Then Duo's
voice in his ear and hands around him urge him further upright, and this
time when he descends, Wufei's full length brushes against his prostate
and a strangled cry of pleasure breaks free. The next cry is louder -
until Duo's mouth finds his, stealing his voice and his breath, along
with what little remains of his sanity, and making a play for his tongue
It is all too much for Wufei - the long wait, the perfect tight heat,
the two beautiful men kissing before his eyes - and he bucks, hips slamming
upward, one reaching hand finding Duo's already wrapped around Trowa's
erection. He drops his head back, then, losing all control and roaring
his completion as he thrusts upwards, hands forming fists beside Trowa's
hips, even now taking care to do no harm. These last few strokes send
Trowa over the edge as well, his own cries caught by Duo's kisses as he
comes in long streams across his own chest and Wufei's. Finally, he sags
limply in Duo's arms. Three - no, four hands lift him, then, and he is
laid down beside Wufei, who rolls over to take over kissing him. Duo lies
down behind him, after first snagging the towel and a loose blanket to
pull over the three of them.
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