Prussian Possession - TheManBehind-TheJokersMask
He'd been here before. So many times before now. But the look in the Prussian orbs as they stared down at him, never ceased to amaze him. The amount of possession in them when he was looming over him was alomst over bearing. Heero was a really possessive kind of man he supposed.
Come to think of it, Heero was the only one he ever let have him. Top him, dominate him. No other man had ever topped him. He'd never allowed it. But with Heero and the possessive gleam in those Prussian orbs. He couldn't help but surrender to them, to the light, possessive touches. The possessive kisses, the lingers glances and the passion of being taken.
"Duo."
His eyes fluttered open instantly. When had he closed them? He gasped as Heero moved slow and deep. His hands gripped the bed sheets above his head as he threw his head back. He panted out a breath and cracked open his eyes to see those possessive filled orbs on him as his hands ran over his quivering form, moving slowly in and out of him. Slowly driving him mad.
" 'Ro." He breathed, back arching when Heero struck that special little bundle of nerves.
He'd come to realise awhile ago, that he truly belonged to Heero. That Heero had every right to be possessive of him. He was a natural flirt, but it was the times of possessive passion like now, that remindined him, he only belonged to one man and one man alone. Now matter how much he may flirt, he belonged to Heero.
"Always." He gasped. Hands coming up, pulling Heero down to meet his lips. "Always yours 'Ro. Never doubt that."
The possesive gleam got brighter as Heero's pace sped up, red blotches being made along exposed skin.
God how he loved that look in those Prussian eyes. He cried out sharply falling over the edge finally.
~~END~