Author: Zazu
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: PWP, Heero's P.O.V
Pairings: 2x1
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, nor do I own the characters. I have borrowed them here for some fun and creativity, and this is not for profit. I do, however, own the plot mentioned here, and any instances that you may find similar to real life events are purely a coincidence.
Notes: Not beta-read. Dedicated to Sharon...Sharon, you will know why XD
Mark Me
Sometimes, he says the strangest things when we're intimate.
As I kissed a path from his neck down his chest and licked between ribs, he laughed.
"Heero?"
"Hm?" I moved up, pressing a kiss to a nipple before letting my tongue flick over the hardened nub. He arched under me, his hand sliding into my hair. I shivered when he gave a light tug.
"Would you still touch me if I put on more weight?"
"More weight?" I asked, looking up at him. He was smiling at me, his cheeks flushed. He nodded.
"Like, if I lost my six pack, for example."
I bent down and traced a finger along the ridges of muscle. It was hard, I have to admit, to imagine Duo's body without his taut belly. I sat back on my knees, nudging his legs apart so I could settle our groins together, rubbing a little as I explored his belly with my hands.
"Tickles," he chuckled.
My touches became a little more firm and he sighed, watching me. I could feel his gaze upon me but my focus was on his body.
"I would," I answered. "I'd love you no matter how you look. Being intimate with you isn't only about how hot your body is..." I leaned down and kissed his chest. "Although that certainly is a bonus."
He snorted. "Says you," he murmured. "You don't know how hot you look where you are right now."
I shrugged a shoulder and managed to pull back from rubbing our erections together so I could lick and kiss his firm stomach. Rubbing my cheek against him, I felt his hand in my hair again.
"You're like a cat," he said. "Don't they use the side of their face to mark their territory? That's how they leave their scent, right?"
"Maybe," I answered. "Although I'm sure marked you in other ways."
"Gonna do it again? Mark me?"
"Yes," I growled. But first, I wasn't done worshipping his body.
Duo's firm stomach was attractive. I could never refrain from kissing it when I lay my head on his lap; sometimes I simply lay on his belly. My cock twitched at the memory of rubbing against him and I couldn't help but push forward a little against the bed to relieve myself just a little.
I remember drizzling chocolate sauce on him and licking it up. I remember spilling myself over him and watching him trail his fingers through it, only to lick them thoroughly.
I remember the way his hand splayed over that expanse of skin before he slowly trailed his hand down to touch himself, teasing me by teasing himself.
I pressed kisses on his skin, let my tongue dip into his belly button and breathed in the scent of his soap, nuzzling him again before pulling away.
He looked a little amused and his hand was there, splayed over his belly.
I rubbed his cock then, smearing his precum over the sensitive head. His hand joined mine, so I left him to touch himself, reaching instead for the tube of lube. Coating my fingers, I touched his cock again, smearing some onto the hot column of flesh before reaching behind myself. A finger went in easily, and so did the second.
Duo was breathing a little harder; I raised myself a little so he could see. "I thought you were going to mark me?" he asked.
"I am," I replied. "I want to..." I swallowed, my hips bucking involuntarily when I touched my own prostate. "I want to cum onto your stomach."
He nodded so I moved over him. He held his cock upright and I settled over top of him. He teased me for a moment, letting his cock press against my entrance before letting it slip behind me.
When he finally entered me, I held my breath until I had taken all of him in. He held still, his eyes riveted to his own hardness sinking into me before those eyes travelled up my body to meet my eyes. Holding his gaze, I began to move; his hand gripped my thigh, feeling my muscles as I moved.
"Gods, do you know how hot you are?" he groaned, watching me ride him. "Heero..."
I leaned back, resting my hands on the bed to give him a better view, and pushed his hand away when he reached to touch me. He held back and settled that hand on my other thigh, thumb gently caressing me. I shuddered when his cock grazed my prostate, and I rode him a little harder, striving for that feeling again.
"Harder," he moaned. "Harder, Heero!"
I complied, and I felt his thighs against my back as he planted his feet down for leverage so he could thrust up. When he did, just as I pushed down, he felt impossibly deep and my hands had to come forward to support myself lest I fall right onto him. I let him take over for several thrusts before I began to move with him.
When he reached for my cock again, catching a hold of it as it bounced against his belly, I didn't stop him, craving his touch. He stroked me in time with his thrusts, and then I stopped, guiding his hand so that he formed a tunnel for my hardness between his hand and his belly. He pressed deep within me without really pulling out, and focused his attention to stroking my cock against his stomach.
"How does that feel?" he asked me.
"Damn good," I moaned. "More!"
His head fell back against the pillow as he stroked me harder and faster. When his other hand came to toy with just the head of my cock, finger rubbing the slit and smearing the leaking precum over the sensitive spot, I began to ride him again the best I could while accommodating his touches.
But once he flexed his hips and hit my prostate again, I came hard; my cock twitched against his belly and streams of my cum coated him. He felt bigger within me; I realized then it must be my muscles tightening around him. He released my cock and began to thrust again, and as much as I wanted to keep riding him, I couldn't control my muscles to move.
I didn't have to; his fingers trailed through my cum on his belly and then he licked a finger, sucking it into his mouth. With a moan, he grabbed me, pulling me down for a kiss.
The moment our lips met, his tongue thrust into my mouth, sharing the taste of my essence, and he came hard, filling me deeply.
The next thing I knew, I was on my back and he was chuckling beside me, cleaning himself off with the towel and tossing it aside. When he pressed against me, his hand trailed from my chest down my stomach to give my sated cock a brief rub.
"I can't tell who marked who," he laughed. "Can we call it even?"
I nodded. "Yea," I answered, turning to give him a gentle kiss. "No one would dare touch you except for me," I growled. "Mine."
"Yours," he sighed, nuzzling me. His hand was still on my cock; that gesture itself spoke without words that I was his as well. "Now, sleep. It's our day off tomorrow and I happen to want to do a lot of what we just did, to make up for this past week where I've done nothing but paperwork and hardly got to see you."
I smiled. "The new armchair needs breaking in."
He pet my flaccid cock. "So rest up fast. There's a reason that chair is by the window; I happen to think that making love to you there with the moonlight streaming in would be quite a sight."
"Insatiable," I said, although I felt my cock twitch at his words. He would look breathtaking with his hair down, riding me with his body lit up by the pale moonlight.
"Me, or you?"
"Both of us," I said, closing my eyes and sliding an arm around his waist. His hand left my cock when I turned my body towards him, and he turned so I could spoon him. I couldn't resist reaching down to pet his flaccid member too. "Goodnight."
"Me or..."
"Just sleep," I growled, butting him with my head. "Witty, dirty comments later at the armchair."
"Fair enough." He drew my hand up to his lips and kissed my knuckles before pressing the back of my hand against his chest.
And it was feeling his heartbeat against my hand and through his back, beating in time with my own, that I fell asleep, feeling safe, warm and very much in love with the man in my arms.
OWARI
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