Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, wish I did, just enjoy writing about 'em
for free etc
Category: Heero POV, PWP
Warnings: Yaoi, lemon
Notes: One of those precious, initmate moments of play for the guys...?
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Inspired by the fabulous Ponderosa's picture, and dedicated to Sharon!!
The hands on my shoulders are
fast and sure and for a second I'm caught off balance. I've barely stepped
through the door of the bedroom -- the post I picked up in the
hall on my way up to the apartment flutters down from my fingers, and
my shoulder bag of files and papers falls unheeded on the carpet.
"Hell, Duo, let me at least take my jacket off, it's been like the worst
morning at work for weeks, and I've got so much to do before the end of
the day --"
"I hear, you, I hear you, OK?" His smile is broad and delicious and there's
a sparkle in his eye that means there's no fucking way he's going to make
any allowances for my exhaustion. He's working from home today, and it
seemed like a good idea to share lunch at home with him for a change,
but it's like he's charged -- I can see the excitement running
through him, hear the bubbling laughter underlying his tone, feel the
increasing heat of his body under the thin chambray shirt he's wearing.
The hands on my shoulders just get tighter, and my jacket is pushed off
my back on to the floor. Then his face is close to mine, his fingers slipping
the buttons of my shirt with practiced ease, and his lips are moist and
mischievous on my collar bone.
"Fuck..." I sigh.
"Yes," he replies, gleefully. "But first..."
My shirt and tie are gone, then he starts loosening the button of my pants,
and the fabric puddles itself round my knees, sliding helplessly to the
floor. Unless I step out of it, I'll fall.
I step out of it. He crouches down to pull down my briefs, and then my
shoes are levered off and my socks peeled away. I'm naked as a baby, but
considerably better endowed. And displaying it proudly. I'm wondering
when to begin my protest about wanting to know what he has in store, or
to offer my plea for a shower first, or to appeal on behalf of my own
growing need to get my hands inside his shirt and pants...
It's a shock when he spins me round. Quite slowly, but enough to keep
me a little unbalanced and to make it difficult for me to grab at him.
For a moment, I'm too surprised to try. Where is he...?
"What are you doing? Duo, wait --"
I can see him dipping back down to my discarded clothes; there's the hiss
of smooth leather as it's pulled out from the loops of fabric, and the
glint of a belt buckle in his hands. Then he catches the final sway of
my naked body and pushes me to face the open closet. He moves quickly,
that's my only excuse for being so slow to resist. Oh, and the fact that
I can see his nude torso past his open shirt, and the nipples are cute
and erect and need to be bitten hard...
It distracts me. He whips the belt around my wrists and lashes me to the
clothes rail. I'm stunned for a moment, still getting back my orientation.
I frown. "What kind of knot did you use? The last time it held for no
longer than ten minutes --"
"Hush." His body presses up against my back and I suck in my breath with
the pleasure of feeling those nipples brush down my spine. Then he steps
back again and I've lost the stimulation. My cock bobs with swollen frustration
between my legs.
"Is it a game, Duo? Like last time -?"
He's talking to me, it seems, but not as if he requires a response. It's
odd. "The light is just right. Look how it shines on your lower body --
how it dips on the muscles of your buttocks and thighs. Like a picture."
He sighs, contentedly.
"What are you going on about, Duo?" I feel his breath on my shoulders
and all along my arms where they're lifted up to grasp at the rail. My
hands clench round the bindings. My buttocks and thighs that he finds
so fascinating are quivering at the thought of his touch. It's a very
sensual game, and of course I'm not averse to it, I never have been before...
"The dark shades of your hair -- there's so many more colours than
brown, than black..." His mouth dips quickly to suck at my neck and I
bend my head to accommodate him. He's still behind me. "Your eyes are
glinting, aren't they? They're bright; luminous. You're excited..." His
voice drops lower and so does his head. He nibbles at the skin down my
side, making me wince and murmur with anticipation.
Excited? I can't see that needs any response.
He laughs, softly. His mouth is at my hip now, he's hunkered down beside
me. He anchors himself with a hand at my waist and I shiver involuntarily.
"Look..." he sighs again. His breath sends a soft trail along my belly,
rustling through the pubic hairs, sending goose bumps dancing down the
inside of my thighs. "Just one small drop of cum, welling out of the slit.
You're so pleased to see me, Heero, I can't believe the day was that hard..."
Hard? Another comment I let pass. There's a smirk on my face by now, I'm
sure. "Duo, how long do you mean to torment me? I don't think..."
He silences me again with his teeth on my hip -- the skin is thin
there, and he grazes at it. I gasp, and moan softly.
"That's good, Heero," he says. "The sound is just right. Can you do it
His hands slide across my groin, tangling themselves in my hairs, nudging
the balls to one side as he cups the sac underneath my cock. My moan is
"Very good." He's nodding. "A little louder, maybe?" One of his hands
grabs my thigh, pushing my legs a little wider, thrusting my ass up and
out behind me. The other one emerges from its mischief between my legs
and slides its fingers along the outstretched length of my cock. My moan
is more like a groan, now. He snags the sticky liquid that's gathering
at the tip, and lifts the slightest of threads out from the thick, swollen
flesh. It's like a shining cobweb, like the saliva that so often binds
our mouths, like ...
"Silver," he murmurs, in uncanny agreement. "It reflects so well." He
starts to stroke me and this time there's more of a cry from my lips.
"Perfect!" he says. I don't understand his enthusiasm, but it's infectious.
And his hand is very persuasive, too.
I'm just leaning into his palm, letting the strokes sweep casually from
my balls up to the tip, teasing the swelling up into the head, letting
the pleasure ripple through my groin and the tightening muscles of my
legs and ass...
Then he moves again. His hand stays on my cock, but he stands up beside
me. His other hand is busy with something; there's a rattle of metal hangers.
My eyes had started to haze over a moment ago, but they snap back to attention
now. "What are you doing, Duo?" My voice sounds rather hoarse.
"I think it should be the red one," he says, quite calmly, although speaking
utter nonsense. He runs his hands along the rail, either side of my bound
hands, and shifts a few of the shirts hanging there.
"The red one," I repeat slowly. I can't even manage to make it a question.
My cock jerks at my groin, demanding a return of concentration.
"Yeah." He steps back on his heels, appraising the effect.
"They're just my shirts," I say, sounding just as idiotic. "I need that
one for tomorrow."
He nods. "You look the best against that colour." His eyes glance swiftly
into mine and the happy shine there takes my breath away. There's a thin
sheen of sweat on his face; some loose strands of hair are sticking on
his brow. He's the most amazing creature I've ever seen. If he wants to
play with my shirts, he can spend the next forty years in the laundry
with a basket on his head and a starch spray between his teeth for all
"Wait a minute," I say.
But he's dodged away from my gaze with a low laugh. His fingers loosen
around my cock as he kneels down behind me, but then they tighten again
and re-start the pumping. At the same time he leans his face into the
small of my back and I feel the hot rough edge of his tongue on my spine.
He runs it down into my crack, then back up again to tease the tail bone.
There's a trail of damp, panting saliva on my skin.
"Arch your back, Heero," he whispers. "Let me lick you." The combination
of the rough lapping at my ass and the firm hand on my cock is bringing
me far too quickly to an ecstasy I'd thought to save until later, after
a good dinner and some mindless TV. I'm not complaining, though. "Show
me how you like it, Heero," he's still murmuring. My skin is so covered
with shivering goose pimples that I can't tell where my tense muscles
begin and Duo's lips end. It's so difficult to concentrate, except on
the rolling, clenching, shuddering climax that's unraveling itself at
the pit of my groin and is ready to spit hot, white, gleefully escaping
cum all over the floor of my closet any minute now. It'll make my legs
buckle and my eyes close and my skin shine with sweat and my head go back
The vision is vivid in my mind's eye.
"Uh-huh?" He sounds a little distracted himself.
"You've got the web cam on, haven't you?"
His tongue falters for the slightest of seconds.
"No!" I gasp. "You bastard, what the fuck -? You mustn't --"
"Hush," he says, though without much hope of its success. He grips me
a little more tightly, perhaps to stand more chance of keeping me captive.
"It's just a little private fun for us to enjoy. A private recording --
something exciting to watch. Just for me; just for us both."
I realize with some shock I can't stop the climax any time soon. Don't
want to, of course. Duo is too good, too clever, too delicious, too sexy
"See?" he hisses, his tongue catching the trails of sweat that have trickled
down from between my shoulder blades. "It's not so bad, is it? I mean,
it's not like it'll be seen by thousands ... like anyone's bothered except
for us... like anyone might offer truckloads of dollars for a copy..."
I shudder underneath him. It's outrageous. It's embarrassing. I'll kill
him later. But first ...
"Just look to your right, Heero," he wheedles, his mouth hot and persuasive
on my skin. "When you come. Will you do that for me? Just look round and
smile for the camera!"
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