see ch. 1 for warnings, notes, disclaimer
[ dacia's note: *pant*
Warriors + Chapter 62
Zechs glanced at the bathroom
door, feeling more nervous then he had in a very long time. After all,
it wasn't really fair to hold a lover to commitments made in the blissful
afterglow of orgasm.
"You like it, that I dress you?" Spooned in behind Wufei a few nights
earlier, bodies glued together with sweat and semen, Zechs had savored
the erotic shiver his words, and the tickle of his lips against the back
of Wufei's neck caused. "It turns you on."
"Mmmmmm, yes!" At that moment Wufei was wearing nothing but the skin tight,
midriff-baring green shirt he'd worn to go out dancing that night. It
was pushed up under his armpits at the moment and didn't cover much, but
technically, he wasn't naked. It was becoming something of a game with
Dancing had gone very well; Wufei had been his usual reserved self on
the dance floor, letting Zechs hold him close, but not encouraging too
much groping in public. But he'd enjoyed himself, there was no mistaking
that. They'd started making out a little in the car in the dark parking
garage afterwards, and barely made it into the bedroom before they were
pulling each other's clothes off.
Wufei sighed, snuggling closer, with his bare backside against Zechs's
spent cock. He had no idea the risk he was running by doing that, even
now. They were still keeping to caresses and blowjobs, with no penetration,
but Wufei's orgasms were explosive, and always left him languid and cuddly--
and often soon ready for more. Truly, he was incomparable.
Zechs rewarded him with a kiss on the nape of his neck. "You feel different
in the clothes I choose for you, don't you? Tell me, how do they make
Wufei turned in Zechs's arms, pressing the taller man onto his back and
stretching out on top of him. He ran his fingers through the damp hair
at Zechs's temples, his black eyes dreamy. "It's like having your hands
all over my body, even when you're not touching me. I feel very pampered,
and--" Even in the candlelight, Zechs could see him blush, but those lush
lips curved into a deliciously wanton smile. "Sometimes I really do feel
like your 'sizzling hot bottom boy.'"
Zechs cupped Wufei's taut buttocks and kneaded them appreciatively. "You
are my absolutely perfect little bottom boy, mei, and I love you beyond
As always, such declarations earned him the glimmer of happy tears and
kisses all over his face and chest. Laughing, Zechs rolled him over and
pinned him to the bed to get his attention again. "Do you trust me, Wufei?"
"Of course!" But there it was, that hint of fear in those bottomless dark
"Would you like to try wearing something more adventurous? Something very
different than I would ever have you wear in public, just for me in the
Those eyes went very wide and Wufei caught a hitching breath but it wasn't
fear, now. "Yes!"
"That's my good boy." Zechs had to kiss him again, tasting himself deep
in that oh so very talented mouth. Wufei was still far too naive to imagine
all that he might have just committed himself to. Zechs's own commitment
to protecting the boy from Zechs's own baser desires was a turn-on in
itself. Who said chivalry was dead? "I'll surprise you sometime, then.
A special treat for both of us."
The mere suggestion of it had been enough to get them both up a second
time that night, and they'd sixty-nined like two wild, rutting animals
and come moaning each other's names around each other's cocks.
Zechs had enjoyed watching Wufei's anticipation build over the next few
days. He gave no hint of what the "special outfit" would be, leaving it
to Wufei's imagination. He debated waiting until they were in New Orleans,
and making it a birthday present, but he wasn't at all certain what his
welcome would be there, and didn't want his little experiment spoiled
by any outside tension. It was enough of a risk as it was. No, better
here in the privacy of their own bedroom where Wufei had already learned
to feel safe.
Yes, tonight was the night, and Zechs's heart was beating fast as he sat
on the edge of the bed, waiting nervously for Wufei's reaction and trying
very hard not to touch himself through the tight white military breeches
he'd worn for the occasion. He was still as lanky as he'd been when he'd
last worn them, and was glad to see he'd regained enough muscle to fill
them out properly. His tall black dress boots still fit, too. The long
red jacket open over his bare torso was trimmed with gold braid, but it
was only a clever approximation of his OZ uniform. He wasn't sure if the
Gundam pilot would appreciate that or not, but he knew Wufei liked him
The room was more brightly lit than usual. Without saying anything to
Wufei, he'd slowly been adding a few more candles each night, so that
now the room was warmly illuminated. He was glad of it when at last Wufei
emerged from the shelter of the bathroom. Zechs caught his breath, already
dangerously aroused, even from across the room. Wufei looked uncertain,
ready to bolt back into the small room behind him, but he'd really had
worn it, all of it! Zechs had half-expected him to balk, or even storm
out angrily when he saw what was in the gift-wrapped box. Instead, there
he stood, uncertain perhaps, maybe even embarrassed, but clearly not angry.
The self-supporting black silk stockings ended in wide lace bands just
below the curve of Wufei's buttocks. The lacy black satin thong was just
visible through the frothy little black apron tied around his waist with
a red velvet band. The apron was very short, and made of flaring layers
of soft black mesh, spangled with dark sequins that twinkled in the candlelight.
Above this he wore a specially tailored black satin and lace bra. The
cups were cut low enough to show the tops of his dusky pink nipples and
padded to suggest the slightest swell of bosom, without disguising the
fact that he was a boy. Fingerless black satin gloves covered his slender
arms to just above the elbows. A tiny golden puffed heart on a pink and
gold ribbon around Wufei's neck completed the outfit perfectly. Standing
there by the doorway, eyes downcast, hair loose over his shoulders, he
was a femboy wet dream come to life. The knowledge that he was not in
the least effeminate only made the whole effect more striking.
Zechs slowly crossed the room, but stopped a few feet away, still gauging
his lover's reaction. Wufei's eyes were downcast, but when Zechs gently
cupped his chin and raised his face, he saw with another aching stab of
desire that Wufei had added a few touches of his own.
His eyes were carefully highlighted with dark eyeliner, and he'd painted
his lips into a tempting cupid's bow with dark red lipstick. The fact
that he'd had such unexpected supplies at the ready showed a very encouraging
initiative. Zechs smirked, recalling a side trip during one of their excursions
to town. He should have guessed Wufei was up to something, but this was
the last thing he'd have imagined. Yet it seemed that even without knowing
what Zechs was up to, he'd wanted to wear make up for him. Perhaps because
he'd seen his friends do the same? Maxwell carried it off particularly
well, Zechs recalled, even better than Winner did.
He leaned in and kissed those ruby red lips, running his fingers over
Wufei's bare shoulders and down over the black gloves to his hands. Wufei's
fingers were slender, beautiful, and quite feminine looking in the gloves,
but callused-- soldier's hands. Zechs reluctantly released them, still
fighting not to come to the keen edge of arousal too quickly. He wanted
this to last for both of them.
Stepping back, he turned Wufei slowly around, drinking in the sight of
that perfect little backside so enticingly framed by lace and velvet.
The apron ties brushed the cleft between those cheeks, already bisected
by the tiny black string of the satin thong. "What a stunningly beautiful
boy you are, my little Chang!"
Wufei said nothing, just tilted his head, offering the smooth column of
his throat. Zechs tangled his fingers in the silken hair at the back of
Wufei's neck and pulled him close, nipping and sucking his way up and
down between the earlobe and shoulder and flicking the golden heart pendant
with his tongue. Wufei gasped softly and rested his hands on Zechs's waist
under his coat to steady himself.
"Do you like your surprise?" He licked the delicate whorls of Wufei's
"Ooooh! Oh yes! You're so damn handsome! But I-- Is this--?"
"I could come just looking at you, mei!" His erection was straining the
buttoned flap at the front of his pants. Wufei reached to stroke it but
Zechs caught his hand and returned it to his side. "But I don't want to.
Not yet." He kissed those painted lips again, then sank to his knees,
kissing his way down that taut belly to the velvet waistband. Ever so
slowly he lifted the folds and layers of the apron out of the way, directing
Wufei to hold the fabric up for him. Then he rubbed his cheek against
the satin and lace-clad erection beneath. The pink, weeping tip had pushed
past the waistband and he allowed himself a quick taste, just a swipe
of the tongue that made Wufei gasp again and his knees wobble. His nipples
had stiffened to hard little points above the edge of the bra; Zechs reached
up to pinch them as he licked the tip of Wufei's cock again, delighting
in the salty sweetness there.
"Oh god!" Wufei hissed. "Oh Zechs! It's so good!"
"Yes, you are," Zechs chuckled. He pinched those nipples a bit harder
and gave them a slight tweak. Wufei gasped and shivered. More precum welled
up from that tiny slit and Zechs lapped up every drop, probing a little
as he did so and slipping a hand between those tensed thighs to palm Wufei's
balls through the thong.
"Ayyyyy! I'm going to come!" Wufei whispered, burying both hands in Zechs's
"No, you're not. Not until I give you permission. Do you understand me,
"I can't help it!" That was nearly a whine!
"Yes, you can," Zechs ordered. "You are strong. You are disciplined. You
will wait until I give my permission."
Wufei swallowed hard, but nodded. Such a good little soldier.
Still kneeling, he clasped Wufei by the hips under the apron and turned
him, making him brace his hands against the wall by the door. The boy
had to bend forward slightly to obey and this left his bottom more exposed
than ever. As always, he kept his thighs close together, but bent forward
as he was now, that wasn't much protection. Those firm round buttocks
were already slightly parted, showing Zechs how the thin thong pressed
between them. He spent some time kissing those creamy golden cheeks, then
added a few nips and bites to the mix as Wufei softly moaned and squirmed
under his hands. Oh yes, he liked this, all right: the outfit, the caresses,
the position Zechs had put him in. Zechs's budding little bottom boy loved
it all, and so did Zechs. Kneeling there behind him, he slipped a finger
under the elastic cloth and pulled it aside, exposing the tiny pink virgin
opening underneath for the first time. He flicked the red velvet apron
ties, letting them tickle there. It was beautiful, a perfect rosebud,
Wufei moaned and buried his face in his arms. Of course, this only left
him more exposed, Zechs noted with amusement. He could see enough of Wufei's
face to know that it had gone scarlet.
He slipped a hand between Wufei's knees and gently tried to get him to
spread his feet apart. Wufei resisted, but Zechs stroked his back and
bottom with his other hand and kissed the backs of his thighs, coaxing
silently until Wufei relented a little, face hidden more deeply than ever
against his gloved forearms. Zechs wished he had a camera to capture this
"I'm not going to fuck you," he assured him, as he always did before attempting
something new. Instinct told him Wufei was still very fearful of that.
He'd gifted Zechs with his trust their first night together and he'd been
very careful not to betray it, even inadvertently.
Pulling the thong aside a bit more, but in such a way that left Wufei's
cock and balls still fully covered, Zechs leaned forward and ran his tongue
down the cleft of his buttocks from tailbone to the just barely revealed
back of his scrotum, pausing just an instant at his entrance.
"Oh god!" Wufei cried out and turned to look down at him with startled,
wide eyes. "What are you doing?"
"Enjoying the most beautiful ass I've ever seen, and hoping to relax you
enough to let me rim you. Do you want me to stop?"
Wufei couldn't begin to formulate an answer to that. He had no idea what
"rim" meant and his brain was on overload already from everything else
Zechs had done to him so far. Actually, he'd been on overload from the
moment he'd opened that box in the bathroom and seen what was inside.
The stockings and bra had been on top of the pink tissue paper. Moving
them aside in disbelief, he'd taken in the rest of the contents. He should
have been horrified, or at least insulted, he told himself. Even in his
wildest imaginings he'd never conceived that clothes like these even existed.
Bras for men? Stockings? Instead, he'd been incredibly turned on, not
only by the utter outrageousness of it all, but by the fact that Zechs
seemed to know him better than he knew himself. And his arousal only increased
as he'd made himself put these strange clothes on. It had taken an effort
leave the bathroom, but the new part of him that Zechs had awakened was
anxious to see his lover's reaction. It had been everything he'd hoped
for, and more. Any embarrassment he might have felt was swept aside by
Zechs's first heated look, and by the sight of what his lover had worn
The Lightning Count himself stood waiting for him, blues eyes smoldering,
that full, wide mouth set in a soft smile. Wufei marveled at the beauty
of the man. Those fine features and long platinum hair might have been
feminine on anyone else, but instead they gave him a wolfish air. Almost
boyishly slender as he still was, he was so much taller than Wufei, and
moved with such feral grace, that he seemed older and infinitely worldlier.
That last was no illusion. Wufei could not bring himself to be jealous
of all the other lovers Zechs had had, so long as he was the last of that
line, and the beneficiary of such experience.
Even so, he now found himself in a quandary, standing here with his ass
in the breeze and Zechs awaiting his answer. There was no denying that
being licked there felt exceptionally good. He just wasn't certain it
was right to let Zechs do that, even though he knew he was immaculately
clean. He always saw to that carefully before bed.
//Why bother with all that extra washing, if you didn't secretly want
this, all along?//
//I don't know. Just in case?//
Zechs smiled up at him, those piercing blue eyes filled with a mix of
amusement and lust that made it very hard not to just turn around and
stick his cock in that amazing mouth. But Zechs was in charge, and Zechs
"Do you want me to stop?" Zechs repeated, his voice taking on that edge
of command again that made that newly awakened part of Wufei's mind want
to bend over and grab his ankles. That part of him had surfaced a few
nights ago and vied mightily with all of Wufei's ingrained fears and prejudices
at moments such as these.
When Wufei still couldn't formulate an answer Zechs shrugged and sat back
on his heels. Wufei heard the shiny black boots creak as he moved. He
smelled leather and polish. Cut off from Zechs's touch, Wufei blurted
out, "No, please. Don't stop!" What the hell, whatever "rim" meant, Zechs
had already promised not to penetrate him and that should be reassurance
Zechs smiled and stroked his ass, tracing the edges of the stockings with
tickling fingertips. Wufei pressed his face to his forearm again, giving
himself up to whatever his lover thought best for him.
The acknowledgment of his own surrender always hit him like the first
few puffs on an opium pipe. It was the next best thing to actual orgasm.
God, he really was a bottom! Zechs was kissing him again, and biting him,
too, sometimes almost to the edge of pain, but so good! Zechs worked across
both cheeks, and then nibbled along the very sensitive edges of his cleft.
Then Wufei felt him pull the thong aside again, and that tongue was back,
lapping between his cheeks, filling his whole body with swirling fire,
fraught with brighter sparks as the tickling tip found his balls and then
moved up to--To--
"Oh god! Oh godogodogodo--GOD!" Zechs was tonguing his asshole, and it
felt unbelievably GOOD! It was such a bizarre thing to do, but Zechs had
obviously done it before and liked it. He was humming happily to himself
as he circled the edges that secret pucker with the tip of his tongue,
then probed gently at the center. He couldn't mean to--- NO, it wasn't
possible! But yes, oh yes! He was pushing at the opening, slipping just
slightly inside and introducing Wufei to just how incredibly sensitive
that small part of his anatomy could be under the right conditions. Wufei
arched back, clawing at the wall. "Oh, god, Zechs! How can I not come
if you do that?"
"Don't. Come." The vibration of lips and breath against his ass was a
cruel contradiction to the order.
Panting, Wufei tried to fix his thoughts elsewhere, picturing mundane
things, but it was impossible. His entire being was on fire with arousal
and the core of it was wherever Zechs's mouth moved on him. Zechs's hands
were busy, too, slowly stroking his thighs: up the inside, down the outside,
up the inside--a brush of fingertips across the satin-encased bulge of
his scrotum, down the outside, with a flick at the lacy straps of the
thong, and up again----
"Zechs, please! I can't--!" His knees were about to give out.
Zechs stood abruptly and scooped him up into his arms. He carried him
to the bed and placed him on his hands and knees, facing the far edge
of the bed. Standing behind him, he slowly pulled the thong down to Wufei's
knees, leaving him completely exposed to view. That mouth came back, and
that tongue explored him mercilessly. Teeth gently nipped at the back
of his balls, fingers found the shaft of his cock and tested its length
and hardness, and that tongue! It tickled up and down between his cheeks,
and then began that soft circling and probing that had driven him to distraction
before. Wufei clutched a pillow under his face, then bit it, fighting
back the unbelievable waves of pleasure rocking his entire body. He was
dizzy with it, delirious, and shaking all over. Just when he thought he
couldn't last another moment, Zechs stopped.
"Turn around, Wufei."
It took every shred of coordination he had left, but he managed it, rock
hard erection jutting ridiculously out under the twinkling layers of the
apron. The mesh was stiff and a little scratchy against his fevered flesh.
Zechs stood there by the bed, looking like a wicked angel come to torment
him in the candlelight. His bare chest shone like gold under the open
coat and his hair and boots glistened. Wufei fell to his knees in front
of him and threw his arms around those slim hips, rubbing his face against
the erection straining through those tight white trousers. "I want to
Zechs gave him a loving fallen angel smile. "You may, my lovely one. Unbutton
Wufei did so with shaking fingers, lowering that wide flap to reveal his
smooth hard belly and the object of his desire, standing up proudly from
a patch of neatly trimmed patch of platinum curls. Zechs's cock curved
like a saber, longer and thicker than Wufei's, and uncut. He didn't mind
the differences. His own was not small and Zechs seemed perfectly satisfied
with it. Wufei was always thrilled at the feel of something so very different
than his own in his hands or mouth. He kissed the satiny foreskin and
watched with growing pleasure as the red tip of the penis emerged, already
oozing clear fluid.
And those balls! Round and hot and heavy in their silken sac, he rolled
them in his hand, then mouthed and kissed them, loving the way Zechs felt
and smelled, and the way Wufei could make his tormenter gasp and catch
his breath. He nuzzled his balls a bit longer, then licked up the shaft
and pulled back the foreskin all the way to catch the first taste of slick
fluids oozing from the purple head. It was as big as a plum, that head,
and he stretched his lips willingly to encompass it. Palming the balls
with one hand, he used his other to guide the shaft deeper in his mouth.
There was no question of taking it all in; it was simply too long, but
he did his best, extending his tongue to lick at the base while the head
pressed against the back of his throat. He was still learning how to do
this without gagging. It was so embarrassing when that happened! But Zechs
was patient and responsive, and he claimed Wufei's was the sweetest, most
erotic mouth he'd ever fucked. Wufei wanted to believe that and be worthy
of the praise. He loved giving head, as Zechs called it, and made a point
of practicing every chance he got.
Zechs tasted as good as ever tonight; a little bitter, a lot salt, and
something else quite indefinable. It was his own unique flavor and Wufei
didn't think he'd ever get enough of it. He licked and sucked and now
Zechs was the one moaning toward release. That husky low voice and the
way those hips were rocking against his face made Wufei harder still.
He knew the signs. Any moment now Zechs would grab Wufei's head and hold
it between those firm, big hands while he thrust in and out between his
lips. It was always a wild ride, but a good one, even if it sometimes
left his throat raw afterwards. He hadn't mastered the art of deep throating
yet, but he meant to, and soon! Almost without thinking, he dropped his
hand from Zechs's balls to his boot, stroking the smooth column of cool
polished leather as he mouthed the hard column of hot flesh. It was a
striking combination of tactile sensations and his own cock throbbed appreciatively.
Keeping his mouth where it was, he reached up with his other hand and
pushed the jacket aside to expose one hard nipple. Zechs's nipples were
the same pale pink as his lips. Sometimes during the day he would stare
at Zechs's mouth, aroused by that knowledge. They were just as sensitive
as his own, too. Wufei took the little nub between thumb and forefinger
and gently rolled it. Zechs's cock leaped in his mouth and Zechs groaned
"Oh, mei, you are inspired tonight!"
Wufei hummed low in his throat and Zechs's hips moved faster.
He did take Wufei's head in his hands, but his motions were gentler tonight.
He kept up a steady rhythm, breath increasingly labored, and Wufei felt
those long legs shaking. He decided to try a trick Zechs had used on him.
Swirling his tongue up and down the shaft, he slid his hand slowly up
Zechs's calf, up his long, lean thigh, to cup one flexing ass cheek. He
gripped it, kneaded it, and dug his fingers in as he pulled Zechs deeper
into his mouth. hands clenched almost painfully in his hair as Zechs spasmed
against him, shouting hoarsely as he came. Thick, hot ejaculate filled
Wufei's mouth and throat, and ran down his chin. He swallowed greedily,
whimpering and groaning in his ecstasy, knowing it would prolong his lover's
"Ah, Wufei! Oh god! Oh fuck!" Zechs rasped, still thrusting. "Ah! My love!
My beautiful---! Wufei! Wufei! Oh, god, how I love you!"
Wufei swallowed hard, licking him clean as best he could before Zechs
collapsed to his knees and pulled him into a crushing embrace. Wufei wrapped
his arms around him under the coat, his face pressed into the curve of
his neck, his aching cock hard against Zechs's trembling thigh. "I love
you! Was that good?"
"Oh god!" Zechs laughed shakily. "Unbelievable! So---Amazing! You are
an unceasing wonder, my little china doll."
Wufei colored happily. That was a new one, but perhaps fitting, considering
his current state of dress. They stayed like that for a few moments, then
Zechs rose and drew him back onto the bed. He pulled the apron ties loose
and cast it aside, leaving Wufei in the stockings, bra and gloves. Laying
him back, he stretched out beside him and began scattering fevered kisses
over his chest, belly, and the tops of his thighs. His long hair brushed
over Wufei's erection and he gasped as all his attention refocused there.
"Oh god, Zechs, please. I need to come! Please let me come!"
Zechs kissed his throat, then his mouth, deeply. "You've earned it, my
love. I want to take you to the heights you just showed me. I think we've
determined that your bottom is very sensitive tonight?"
Wufei shivered as anticipation mixed with fear again. "Y--yes."
"Don't worry. I know you're not ready to have my cock there. Not yet.
But I want to show you something that will help you prepare for that day.
I'm going to use a finger in you, and I'm going to find out how sensitive
your prostate is. Don't be afraid, my darling. It may feel a little odd
at first, but I promise you, the pleasure far outweighs any initial discomfort.
Do you submit?"
Wufei closed his eyes and turned his face away. It was up to him to say
yes or no, and no was very tempting. It was a form of penetration, after
all. But his body was still humming from what Zechs had already done to
him, and he could tell his lover wanted very badly to progress to this
new stage in their physical relations. Still not looking at Zechs, he
gave one small, quick nod. The die was cast. He prayed it wouldn't hurt
too much, and if it did, that he could bear it with dignity.
Zechs chuckled softly and kissed him again. "Don't be afraid, mei. We'll
take this slowly."
Zechs was still dressed as he had been, his semi-hard cock exposed now
over the hanging flap of his trousers. Wufei made himself concentrate
on that as he watched Zechs reach into the nightstand drawer and take
out a thin latex glove and a bottle of lubricant.
"I know you're clean," Zechs said, holding up the glove. "This is very
smooth, and with the lube, it will make it easier for you to accept my
"Fingers! I thought you said one!" Wufei squeaked. God, he actually squeaked.
He pressed his hands over his face, mortified.
Zechs kissed his hipbones and ran his tongue lightly up Wufei's cock,
making it jump. "I'll start with one and we'll see how you feel. I'll
stop any time you tell me."
Wufei listened to the snap of latex against skin, and the sound of the
lube being opened and applied. He couldn't watch, but Zechs didn't require
that. He never did. The only thing he would not allow was for Wufei to
muffle his own cries.
He felt Zechs shift beside him, then a warm hand slipped under his right
leg, raising it up and to the side to rest over Zechs's shoulder. His
left leg was nudged out, leaving him spread wide with Zechs reclining
between his legs. That long pale hair fell across his inner thigh, tickling
and inflaming him. His cock jumped again as hot lips and tongue caressed
his balls, then a hand lifted them, cradled them as Zechs bent to rim
Fear retreated in the face of that erotic assault. How can this be? Wufei
wondered again as he felt himself float up on pure pleasure. How could
Zechs know such things about him, things that he had never even suspected
in himself? He was probing with that tongue now, pressing at Wufei's tight
opening, tickling and slicking it with his spit, preparing it for what
must surely be about to happen.
Zechs was clever. He kept his tongue there as he brought one slicked fingertip
into play and for a moment Wufei could not tell which was which. Then
the pressure on his anus increased and he felt that cool, latex sheathed
finger breach some outer ring of muscle. It burned a little, hurt just
Zechs licked his way up Wufei's erection, distracting him from the discomfort.
"Breath with your mouth open, my love, and relax."
Wufei did his best to comply, and gasped again as Zechs took his cock
in his mouth and sucked hard at the same moment he pressed that finger
"AHHH!" Wufei bucked, and his thighs tried instinctively to close, but
Zechs had him spread helplessly, a shoulder under his upraised leg, the
weight of the other on his thigh. Somehow, that turned him on even more,
rather than the opposite. He fell back, spread a little wider for his
lover, and pressed both hands over his face again as he felt that finger
begin a gentle in and out thrusting, in time to Zechs's mouth on his cock.
In and out. Up and down. Thrust and suck. And with each thrust, he probled
a little deep with that long finger, past the initial tightness to sensitive
Wufei realized he was moaning steadily now, and rather loudly. He couldn't
help it. It took away the last of his lingering fears and seemed to melt
away the tension in his body. It felt good to moan, to arch, to sigh.
God, he began to understand why Winner and the others were so loud during
sex. His cheeks burned, but the thought excited him. Then it struck him
that this was almost exactly what he'd caught Maxwell doing to Yuy that
day in Madrid. That long-suppressed image flashed back in his mind's eye
but this time he recognized the powerful emotions surrounding it, the
ones he'd worked so hard to repress for so long. Lust. Arousal. Pure,
unadulterated need. When he'd admitted to Yuy later that he was a little
jealous, he hadn't been able to admit to himself how deep the envy ran.
But no more. Now he had it and knew he wanted it!
Zechs was humming now and moving his finger inside Wufei. It was almost
as if he was looking for--- Ah god! His prostate! There it was!
"Oh! Ah. AH! Zechs!"
It was almost too intense, but Zechs was moving slowly, almost lazily
on him and in him and there was no question of stopping now. Wufei had
felt his flesh consumed by desire before, and thought it could not be
more intense. He'd been wrong, so wrong! No wonder Zechs had been so insistent.
This was phenomenally good!
Zechs kept him vibrating at a fever pitch, then withdrew his finger, relubed
it and a second, and worked them back in. Wufei was past making any objections
now. He spread his legs, marveling at how it felt to rub them against
Zechs covered in thin black silk. His entire body felt like a little boat
being tossed on a stormy sea of sensation. He was lost, adrift, and so
very aroused. He was past wanting or needing. He could only feel and accept.
It was like opium, but he wasn't alone. Zechs, his handsome, domineering,
careful lover, was there, taking such good care of him, taking care of
everything . . .
That hot mouth left his cock just long enough for Zechs to tell him in
that hoarse, rough, sexy growl, "I am going to let you come now, little
The mouth slid back down his shaft, and that rough wet tongue swirled
over it, finding every sensitized nerve ending. Meanwhile, three fingers
stretched inside him, probing and flexing, going deeper and deeper until
they found that magical little part of him that suddenly became the detonator
of a shattering, endless orgasm.
He screamed. There was no other word for it. The cry tore out of his chest,
scraped his throat raw, stretched his jaws. And he didn't care. He screamed
again as the white-hot pleasure engulfed him like the mouth still sucking
his spurting cock. The cries went on, and he gradually became aware that
it was Zechs's name he was gasping out now, over and over, claiming the
man and surrendering to him all in the same frantic breath.
It felt like it went on forever, and when the last of the shock waves
receded he was left still floating in a hot golden haze, only half aware
of his surroundings. Helpless to move he felt Zechs move away, then return
naked to gather Wufei into his arms.
"That was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he whispered, covering
Wufei's face with musky kisses. "You are the most amazing lover I have
ever had, my darling. I want to make love to you forever!"
"Forever!" Wufei echoed faintly. "Yes, forever." He managed to get his
eyes open and looked up at Zechs, his lover, his teacher. Three fingers.
He looked at Zechs's hand resting on his chest. Three of those fingers.
Perhaps as thick as a cock when combined, but the cock was longer. What
would that feel like--? "Love you forever."
Zechs kissed him again, lips trembling slightly against Wufei's. "I have
never been this happy in my life, little Chang. Not just the sex, but
being with you, learning all the complexities of you. Say you'll never
"Never leave you. Promise." Wufei somehow found the strength to sit up.
Reaching awkwardly behind himself, he unhooked the bra and let it fall
away. Then he took off the stockings and threw them aside too. With Zechs
watching, he slowly drew off one glove, and then the other, and presented
them to his lover. He was naked at last before him, in every possible
sense of the word.
Zechs took the gloves, kissed them, and tossed them to the end of the
bed. Then he drew Wufei down and pulled the covers over them, leaving
the candles to burn down on their own. Tangling naked limbs together,
they went to sleep to the beat of each other's heart.
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