Beautiful Mess

Sequel to "little death".

Duo always joked Catholics spent a lot of time on their knees, and Heero, having never gone to church in his life, took Duo's word for it and never thought anything of it. Heero sucked in a breath and gripped Duo's hair tighter as Duo's tongue teased the tip of his cock, one hand stroking his hip, the other shifting Heero's leg so it was now resting on his shoulder. Heero had no idea how he let Duo talk him into doing this in his office at Preventers. Maybe he'd simply forgotten. It didn't matter, Heero thought, as he gripped the edge of his desk so hard he thought he might snap a piece off.

"Shhh…" Duo said, finger to his lips, his mouth centimeters away from where Heero wanted it as he stroked Heero slowly, a smirk on his mouth. "Don't want Une barging in wantin' to know what's goin' on, do ya?"

Heero whimpered, trying desperately to not make any noise, but it was hard when Duo knew how to use his hands and his mouth to coax them out. He was panting hard as Duo took every last inch of him into his mouth and, with his hands Duo pushed Heero's hips, backing him into the desk, moaning around him.

Heero's back narrowly missed his laptop as he fell onto the desk top, Duo still there between his legs mouthing his shaft now, caressing him with that tongue…

"Want me to take ya?"

Heero's hand fell from Duo's head as he struggled to pull his pants off. Duo laughed and pulled them down to Heero's knees, ducking in between them before fishing his own dick out of his pants, leaning over Heero to plant little kisses on his exposed neck as he teased Heero with his fingers. Heero's hips snapped against Duo and he moaned, coming out needier sounding than he'd wanted to.

He gasped and stifled the long, drawn out moan that escaped with his hand as Duo took him, eyes closing briefly against the pleasure that filled him before Duo set a moderate pace and Heero, in his delirium, wondered if anyone on the floor below them would mind the desk sliding across the floor.

Duo pulled Heero's hand away from his mouth and pinned it above his head instead, snapping his hips hard, determined to make this quick. They were on a bit of a time crunch and in order to get Heero to do what he wanted, he needed to get him all worked up. Which wasn't a terribly difficult thing to do when you were Duo Maxwell.

"Let me hear you," Duo whispered, shifting his angle until he heard Heero cry out. Bingo. Seeing Heero like this, his clothes shifted around, face flushed, eyes half-lidded with need… Duo ignored the creaking the desk was making, ignored what other people might hear, and just focused on Heero and making him come.

"D-Duo…" Heero's voice was so high pitched that there was barely any noise at all. "Please…"

Duo came first, his hand quickly moving to Heero's cock, determined to make him come fast and quick and hard. He pulled out, ignoring the mess as he fell once more to his knees, pulling Heero off the desk by his hips before taking all of Heero into his mouth. Heero came hard, utterly the most delicious moan Duo'd ever heard—it was seriously music to his ears—before he tasted Heero on his tongue, swallowing it all, drinking in every last drop.

When he was done, Heero was left a panting mess on his desk as Duo readjusted his clothes, a grin on his face.

"Maybe I should go back to church after all," Duo said, before kissing Heero softly. "Spend more time on my knees."

Heero chuckled. "If you're going to be spending time on your knees, Maxwell, it had better be between my legs."

Duo straightened out his hair, helped Heero off of the desk.

"Now you need to help clean my desk. You made a mess, you know."

Duo sighed. "Yeah, yeah. But you gotta admit, it's a fucking beautiful mess."