Author: Zazu
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Yaoi, Lemon
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: Beta-read by Sharon. Duo's P.O.V.
Quenching Thirsts
Okay, I know I was the one who told Heero not to walk around in nothing but boxers if he didn't want me to jump him before dinner, during dinner, while washing dishes, after dinner...basically, at any time we were home together and he didn't want to be jumped.
Don't get me wrong. Heero is just as horny as the next guy, namely me. But he seems to think that there are appropriate times for sex, and those times never really correspond with my seducing him.
Anyway.
I wasn't expecting him to invest in a couple pairs of plaid flannel pyjama pants. I mean, they look good enough for him, but the problem was...
The problem is...now I'm motivated to get him out of them.
Heero wasn't too happy with me when I almost ripped a pair off of him because I was so desperate to get him out of them.
He moved me from where I was leaning comfortably against him and got up. I watched his pyjama-clad bottom as he walked to the kitchen. It didn't matter that the pants were loose on him; I knew his body well enough that I could imagine what was underneath them.
"Duo, do you want a drink?"
I licked my lips. "Yes, please." I got up and stealthily made my way to the kitchen door. Heero was reaching into the cupboard for two mugs and once he'd set them down on the counter, he went to the fridge to pull out the carton of juice. As he made his way to the counter and began to open the carton, I crept up to him and pressed myself against his back. My hands reached forward, immediately stopping his hands from opening the carton, and I buried my nose against his nape, taking a deep breath before I spoke.
"I don't want juice," I said, sliding my hands up his arms and down his chest to rest them on his thighs.
"Then what do you want?"
"You." As if that wasn't obvious enough.
"I thought these pants were meant to deter you from this," Heero said. "Are you telling me that I bought them for no reason?"
I stepped back and turned him around, pushing him back against the counter. "No," I said. "They are here for a reason." I leaned close to brush our lips together. "They're here so that I can..." I trailed off and let my hands do the talking.
"Can what?" he asked, resting his hands on the counter.
"You'll see," I replied absently. Sliding my hands into his pants was easy enough and I squeezed his ass, making him arch his crotch against mine.
"No boxers, Heero?" I asked. "But I'm not complaining."
Bending slowly, I kissed my way down his bare chest and nuzzled through the trail of fine hairs leading under his pants. His breath hitched as I nosed his groin, feeling him harden beneath my touch. "Just ignore me," I drawled. "After all, the fact you wanted to deter me from this tells me that you aren't really interested."
He didn't answer as I began to mouth his bulge, my tongue pressing against the rough fabric, imagining the hot, heavy shaft hidden under the layer of cotton. I kissed my way from the base of his shaft up to the tip and sucked at it through the pyjamas as I trailed my hand up his thigh and interlaced our fingers together.
Pulling away, I admired the darkened spot and wondered if it was due to my saliva, or his precum. I tickled his ankle with my other hand, trailing fingers up to trace the muscles of his calf as I moved my mouth higher and caught the elastic with my teeth. Carefully, I pulled it over the top of his cock and began to ease the fabric down, exposing him to my eyes.
He moaned quietly, and when I glanced up, the elastic of his pyjama pants between my teeth, I saw him biting his lower lip. Releasing my mouthful carefully so as not to hurt him, I raised an eyebrow.
"What's that?" I asked.
"N-Nothing," he said.
He was pretending not to want it, but the trail of precum and his hard cock told a different story. That was fine by me. I removed my hand from his calf and eased the pants down; they dropped down to his ankles. Licking my lips, I blew softly over him before I took one of his sacs into my mouth.
His hand squeezed mine for a moment before he managed to relax but I didn't care about that anymore. Offering the other sac the same treatment, I licked his cock from base to tip, catching the salty liquid.
"I'll need more to quench my thirst," I told him. He gave a slight nod and I took the head of his cock into my mouth.
To give him credit, he managed not to moan, or push his hips forward. I did, however, hear the counter creak from the grip his free hand had on it. Smiling around my mouthful, I lapped several times at the slit and then proceeded to take him in a little deeper.
Pulling back, I looked up at him through my bangs. He was watching me, his cheeks a little flushed as he bit his lower lip. Sucking gently at the crown of his cock, I winked at him and snuck a finger up to rub at his entrance.
His hips bucked and a low moan escaped, immediately stifled. Without lube, I didn't dare to work my finger in beyond the first knuckle. But that was enough; before long I could feel the muscles quivering, as if wanting more.
Still, I waited for him to give me the signal to go. Removing my hand from his, I reached down to push my own pyjama pants down to mid-thigh and began to stroke myself, angling my hips so he could see me.
His hand rubbed my ear and I looked up again.
"Done teasing?" he asked hoarsely.
"No," I said as I released his cock from between my lips and replaced it with a finger. Moving back a little, I tilted my chin up and he took the signal, turning around to brace himself against the counter.
He was expecting my finger to return and his hips were arched towards me, but I didn't give him what he wanted; at least not yet.
Instead, I kissed each of his buttocks, then pressed my lips right against his pucker.
"Duo!"
He loves it when I rim him, although I don't do it often. Now, I let my tongue try to worm into him, gripping the backs of his thighs so he couldn't push too hard against me. I heard a low sound in his throat and I pulled away only to replace my tongue with my wet finger. He easily took my finger in all the way, and I leaned forward, working my finger in and out as I continued to lick him, pausing at times to try to push my tongue in along with my finger.
There was a quiet whimper and reaching forward, I grasped his cock and began to stroke him.
His legs were trembling so I knew I couldn't pull him too far away, but I needed just a little bit of space. It was easy to pull my finger out a little along with my tongue, and coax him to move back in an act of chasing my finger. That accomplished, I removed my finger and spent several moments just tonguing him, listening to his growing moans, before I replaced my tongue with my finger yet again.
He watched me, braced against the counter, as I moved around to slide in between the low cupboards of the counter and his legs. It was easier to reach up between his legs so I repositioned my hand and took his cock into my mouth again as I thrust my finger into him.
He groaned loudly, ducking his head as he tried to thrust forward and back. I eagerly licked up the trail of precum that was dribbling out steadily and focused on making him climax.
Heero's hand landed on top of my head, urging me down over his hardness and my moan at that push was echoed by him, the vibrations no doubt doing strange things to his nerves. Reaching my free hand up, I palmed his balls and rubbed the sensitive spot just behind them, and felt him distribute a bit more of his weight to his hands.
Pulling back, I looked at him. "Weren't you offering me a drink?" I asked. Never let it be said that I didn't ask permission; never mind that I knew it was cheating to ask that late in the game.
He swallowed; I watched his Adam's apple bob, and then he nodded just a fraction. Encouraged now, I returned to my task with renewed vigour, eager to make him come.
Desperate for a taste of him.
I shamelessly exploited all of his weaknesses, and I felt his hand press a little harder on my head and then relax. Even without that signal, I could tell by the tightening of the twin sacs in my palm that he was close.
My hand was getting tired of thrusting my finger in and out from that position, but I held on, just a little longer. Sucking at the crown of his cock and lapping at the slit, I rubbed the spot behind his balls again, telling him without words that I wanted him to come.
With a groan he did just that, spurting his essence over my tongue and I swallowed rapidly to drink it down, although some escaped the corners of my mouth and dribbled down my chin. I didn't stop sucking at him, nor did I stop the motion of my hands, even as he all but collapsed onto the counter above me, legs trembling a little more as he moaned through the remainder of his orgasm.
When I let his softening cock fall from my lips, I removed my hand from his balls but kept my finger within him. Catching the dribble of cum trailing down my chin and throat, I licked it from my finger as I looked up at him. His passage was contracting around my finger, and I desperately needed relief too, thirst temporarily sated.
Temporarily because I just couldn't get enough of him.
"Quench my thirst?" he asked hoarsely, taking a hold of my hand and working my finger in and out of him.
I grinned. "How do you feel about bringing drinks into the bedroom?"
He chuckled, his hips rocking wantonly back against my finger. "I'm all right with making exceptions."
Pulling my finger from within him, I straightened up, managing not to groan despite my sore knees because if I did, he'd lecture me later about inappropriate times and places for what we just did. Setting a foot down on his pyjama pants, I grinned at him and he stepped out of them, leaving them puddle on the floor. Pressing our bodies close, I moaned as I rubbed my hard cock against his softened one, against his abdomen.
"Come on," I urged. "Or I'm going to spill it all and you'll just have to stay thirsty."
With a smirk, he stepped back and suddenly yanked my pants down before turning and leaving the kitchen. I struggled a moment to get out of my pyjama bottoms, cursing at how they had somehow twisted around my thighs earlier and were now twisted around my ankles.
Once free, I gave chase.
After all, I'm an attentive lover and boyfriend, and I wouldn't want him to become dehydrated when I had the means to quench his thirst.
OWARI
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