Kink Week + Part 3: Monday (cont)

Slowly, as if a sudden movement might scare him, I slid off the sofa and moved between his legs, noting with a shiver of lust the easy way he spread them further apart to accommodate me... I paused, on my knees in front of him, and looked up to note his expression as he realised what I was going to do now.

His eyes widened. "Duo... I don't-"

I fought back a moment of doubt, and kept my cool; I locked gazes with him, moving closer, closer... so I was sure he could feel my breath on his arousal as I spoke... "C'mon, Heero... You need this now, don't you?" I gently gripped the base of his cock, rubbing my thumb over the skin. He whimpered, just quietly... I hid my grin. "It doesn't mean anything about you. I'm just a friend, helping you out... " I moved my mouth over him, not touching, but building the tension, letting him have an idea of what I could offer... After a few long minutes that were torture for me just as much as for Heero, he made a small movement of his hips, and a tiny, needy sound... and I couldn't hold back any more. I leaned in, one hand on each of his thighs, keeping them apart, and ran my tongue over the tip of his cock.

The sound of surprised excitement he made was so affecting that I heard myself echoing it quietly. His taste was addictive; I couldn't remember being quite so eager to suck a guy's dick before, ever. I savoured the shudders that ran through him as I gave the head of his cock a few more licks, then finally took the tip into my mouth. He cried out again, and I felt another surge of arousal pass through me: I didn't think I'd ever been so turned on! He felt so good on my tongue, smooth, hot... I loved especially the moisture at the tip ­ he was dripping wet, and I once again felt that proud lust that it was me who was making him feel this way.

I started to explore again with my other hand, now I had better access; his balls felt full in my palm as I massaged them, and I knew how pent-up and needy he must be feeling, because I had experienced the same feeling myself many times through living with Heero. I let my fingers creep back to tease the sensitive flesh behind his balls, but stopped myself there ­ for now... Heero seemed to be enjoying it immensely, making helpless little motions of his hips, and the little erotic moans he made were doing dangerous things to my self control... Every so often it would hit me again how I was fulfilling one of my longest-standing and most desired fantasies; and when it did, I couldn't help the shock of pure excitement that shuddered through me. It was no good, I couldn't hold myself back any longer, and I moved my hand from where it was enjoying the feeling of Heero's hot skin, and placed it in my own lap.

The long-awaited pressure made me moan around Heero's cock; my balls were starting to ache from being so highly aroused for so long without doing anything about it, and it was bliss to finally get some relief. For now I just pressed the flat of my hand to the length of my stiff cock, squeezing a little occasionally, drawing it out for myself as I was doing for Heero.

I felt one of his hands come to rest in my hair, stroking me and keeping me in place; not that I was going anywhere! The feeling of his hand holding me there reassured me how much he wanted this; although it gave me a naughtily exciting impression that I was being subservient, I knew in reality it was him submitting to me. I smiled secretly around him, taking him a little deeper, feeling my jaw begin to ache a little but not caring at all, because of what it was I was doing.

I didn't think I'd ever been with anyone quite so... responsive... There is something... pansexual about initiating a virgin... and here he was, sexy, inexperienced, and, if not in my bed, at least he was on my couch, legs spread, for me, panting and moaning for more. God, I desperately needed to come, I'd been hard for so long, and had wanted him for so long before that! But a situation I would hardly have dared hope for was just the idea that maybe, now, Heero would let me go even further than I already had... so I tried to be patient.

It was difficult ­ this was too much for any normal human to resist! So although I knew I had to be careful and keep myself in check, I found myself undoing my fly one-handed, and extricating myself from my far too-constricting underwear.

Ohhh, it felt so very, very good to finally be free, and to finally be able to put my hot hand on even hotter flesh; the tip of my cock was as wet as Heero's had been, and I moaned at the sensation as I slid my fingertips through that moisture, spreading it over the head of my cock so my fingers slipped easily across it.

Heero moaned too; I don't think he could see what I was doing ­ his eyes were almost fully closed, and I was in the way ­ but he could certainly guess from my own sounds of pleasure. It hadn't been as long this time, but I could feel him starting to tense again, his cock firming where I held him...

"Nnn... Duo... I'm... "

This time I let him get even closer: he was so breathtaking, flushed with arousal, one hand clutching at my hair, the other helplessly gripping the edge of the settee, willing me to let him finish...

No way!

I waited till the last possible moment... then pulled away, tightening my grip around the base of his erection for emphasis.

His eyes flew open. "Duo!" He was panting, and the way he said my name, so absolutely full of need, almost made me reconsider... After all, I'd love to taste him properly... but no, not this time. I shook my head deliberately, grinning slyly at him and sitting back on my heels.

"Not yet." I kept my voice low. "You still need... more." I left the last word hanging. He looked at me, still out of breath and warm and radiating arousal; and far and away the sexiest thing I could ever have imagined, sitting there, fully and deliciously aroused, just waiting for someone to have their way with him...

And that someone was me. I realised my own hand was still moving in my lap; I couldn't help it, I'd been jerking off over my imaginings of the guy for months, and now I finally had the real thing... I groaned quietly in pleasure, just enjoying looking at him.

Heero was looking back at me, seemingly fascinated, watching my hand move... "You do it differently to how I do it."

That got my full attention. I looked down at myself: I'd always tended to masturbate holding myself between my thumb and the flats of my forefingers, and that's what I was doing. Knowing full well what I was asking, and unable to stop the flood of heat the knowledge sent washing over me, I looked back at Heero. "Why... How do you do it?"

I got the answer I wanted and expected. He, with just a slight hesitation, reached down, my eyes glued to his hand.

I moaned softly as he found his destination, wrapping his hand round his erection and stroking slowly. His eyes slid shut again; he looked like the picture of decadence, slouched back on the sofa like that, touching himself... Every one of my nerves was hypersensitive, I felt like I was going to pass out! Every stroke my hand made over my superheated flesh took me higher, brought me closer...

Oh god, I suddenly realised, if I keep on I'm gonna come before Heero does... I slowed my hand down, not wanting to stop completely but needing to slow the pace a little. I kept watching him, relishing the pleasure on his face, hoping this was as enjoyable for him as it was for me. I realised his own hand was speeding up: at first, I thought to stop him, knowing how close he'd been just a few minutes earlier ­ after I'd come this far (bad puns aside) I didn't want to waste it all now... But then I realised it did fit my plan after all. And in any case, it wasn't like it was a chore to watch him... far from it... So I sat back, a spectator, feeling dirty through just watching him ­ I'd worked him up so far he was obviously desperate for release, even more so than I was. It felt so naughty, being so turned on watching him, but he was so sensual, so focussed on his one goal at the moment...

And getting closer to it all the time. I let him, wanting him to be so close he would do anything to be allowed to come... I only just barely held myself in check, but luckily it took him even less time this time around. I watched the now-familiar ­ I shivered at the thought ­ way in which his body trembled and tightened... I felt myself tingle in response, even as I reached out my free hand and stilled his own.

"Duo!" His voice was tinged with desperation; he looked at me pleadingly. My own hand was still at work in my lap, a fact that certainly did not escape him; but, it gratified me to see, he still watched, a tortured expression on his face. "Please... "

I nearly moaned. "Please... what?"

"Please... make me come!"

Oh, god... At that point I had to force my hand away from my own cock; I was too close, and my control was shredded. I gave him a smile. "... OK," was all I could manage to say. Now it was happening, I was struck with nerves ­ I mean, I'd had it all thought out carefully, culminating in actually taking Heero... but now, could I do it? Would it be taking advantage, even after all we'd already done? I mean, he'd been perfectly willing all along, but was this pushing just a little bit too far?

I looked at him again, sitting there, legs spread, hand on his cock, all but begging me... and that made up my mind. Pretty quickly too. I took my hand from where it was holding his still, and moved it down, gently... "You're sure?"

"Yes!" He was trembling with need.

I moaned; so was I. I feathered my touch over his skin, getting closer, closer... then realised something. "Lube!"

Heero panted. "What?"

"Need lube. Agh!" I got to my feet, unsteadily and unwillingly, putting my hands up in a placating gesture. "I'll just be a sec. Wait there!" I ran to my room in record time, grabbing the tube out of my bedside drawer and racing back to where I'd left Heero.

I found him, to my relief, in the same position I'd left him ­ some part of me had been worried he would have come to his senses in the seconds I was gone and taken the opportunity to run from the room; but no, he was still there, still looking gorgeous and ­ I gasped a little ­ stroking himself again, very slowly. "I see you've got the hang of this," I managed to whisper. He met my gaze, and I saw just the hint of a smirk on his face.

Shaking with the effort of holding back for so long, I retook my place between his thighs; it was almost reverently that I touched him now, stroking my fingertips softly over his thigh, feeling him jerk at the contact. I still couldn't believe this, even as I slid a slick finger inside him; I only hoped I could make it last long enough for Heero to enjoy it as much as I knew I was going to. I groaned softly in anticipation, watching myself prepare him.

"Does... that feel OK?" My voice was hoarse; I wanted to be absolutely sure he was happy with this.

"Yeah... it feels... good." He was as out of breath as me.

I smiled. I was suddenly struck by the urge to kiss him; but something stopped me. I mean, I could reason it out if we kept it to "just sex" ­ but would a kiss be too... intimate? Too tender? I didn't want to risk it right now.

So I took a deep breath to steady my nerves, moaning at my own touch as I lubed myself. I urged Heero forward so he saw right on the edge of the settee; I could feel his body warmth and I bit back a whimper. I couldn't wait any longer; I put one hand on his hip, using the other to position myself, and slowly, slowly pushed inside him.

"God, Heero... you're so tight... " I tried to find words that made sense but my mind was flooded with pleasure and I couldn't think straight anymore. I made myself hold still, for my benefit as well as his; my control was at best tenuous right now. So I took some deep breaths, resting my head on his shoulder and calming myself just a little.

"You OK?"

He was asking me! I laughed breathlessly. "More than OK... " I didn't tell him just how much more than OK... "What about you? I'm not hurting you, am I?"

"No!" His answer was quick. "I'm fine."

Relief washed over me. By now I hoped I was strong enough to continue, and I guessed from Heero's words that he was ready... so, tentatively, I thrust my hips a little, hoping he enjoyed the friction as much as I did. I couldn't stop the appreciative moan that I made, loving being inside his body; I moved again, feeling his heart race increase as I picked up pace a little. I couldn't resist fumbling at his shirt now, undoing the buttons so I could lick at his skin, tasting the gloss of sweat on his chest; I reached a nipple with my tongue, toying gently with it... and almost melted when I heard him whimper. I kept going, desperate to make him lose control, getting closer with every little sound I heard him make. He tasted so good; I explored every inch of his skin that I could reach, feathering my tongue over his chest and neck, spurred on by his increasing vocality. I thought I was going to die of happiness when he put his arms round my back, holding me to him. He was hot, inside and out, and I moved inevitably faster; what did it for me was when he gave a particularly impassioned cry, and I knew I'd touched the right place inside him.

"Unnn... Heero... I think I'm gonna come... "

"Me too... I thought... that was the idea... "

I gave a sharp thrust in response to his smart comment, gratified by the delicious little "Ohh!" he made. I was so close, every muscle thrummed with the adrenalin flowing through me... I managed to clumsily reach between us and touch him, and the final groan of pleasure he gave was all it took. My orgasm hit like taking that last step off the edge of a cliff, and I squeezed my eyes shut tightly. I wished I could have kept them open enough to watch Heero as he climaxed too; but I had to be content with feeling him spill copiously over my hand as I just barely managed to keep enough physical coordination to bring him off. The sound of his pleasure, and the feeling of him pulsing over and over again in my grip, coupled with the sheer intensity of the feelings shocking my own body were too much for me, and I lost what remained of my control... and I wasn't even aware, till too late, that I was saying things I probably shouldn't have been.

"Oh, god, Heero! Love you... I love you... "

It was only as I slowly came back to earth that I realised the look on Heero's face.

Oh. Fuck.

I waited to hear what he'd say.

He kept me waiting, too.

Until...

Finally.

He smirked. "I should think so too, after all this time. And especially after sex like that."

It took a while for my overloaded brain to understand him. When I did, I grinned, kissing him enthusiastically. "Sorry, I hate to get all mushy on you right at the end."

He gave me another kiss. "I'm used to it by now." He reclined back on the sofa, and I went with him; we lay together, panting, recovering, warm with glorious afterglow.

"Mmm... Heero... I don't think I can move."

He snorted. "I bet. How was that, then?"

I grinned hugely, resting my head on his shoulder and closing my eyes. "Fan-tas-tic. After all... it's not every day you get to fulfil your wildest fantasy, of doing your best friend who you thought for years was unattainable... " I licked my lips in memory.

I felt Heero shake his head, chuckling. "I think you're just sleazy, wanting to corrupt poor innocent virgin college boys... "

I batted him lightly with a hand. "No! It wasn't even that!" I looked up at him, still grinning. "Really. I just wanted to seduce a straight guy."

He raised an eyebrow. "Prove your powers work on anyone?"

I tried to look as smug a I could manage. "You know it."

He rolled his eyes at me.

I laughed. "So how was your first day back at work, anyway, dear?"

"Unbearable. I was sitting there, half-hard, all day, just thinking about this." He tightened his hold on me a little and I smiled.

"And was it worth the wait?"

He rubbed his hands slowly over my back. "... Definitely."

I grinned. "Well... I just hope I can wait for tomorrow... to see what you have planned for me."

I wasn't remotely alarmed by the distinctly lascivious expression his face took on. "It'll come soon enough."

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