Point of the Matter
"Jesus, Duo! It was your turn to do the dishes! I am so sick and tired of you two slacking off on the chores. Men!" Hilde with a sigh of exasperation, rolled her eyes to the grotty ceiling, "You might want to clean the ceilings too, they have never been the same since you sprayed gasoline all over. Now we can't get insurance!"
With a blink, Duo raised his head from in between Heero's legs, who groaned and clutched at Duo's shoulders. Looking with a far off expression of his face, he opened his mouth in surprise. "Wuh?"
With another sigh, Hilde marched over and pushed Duo on to his butt. She sat on the mattress and stared at the two of them with amusement. "I should have known, that you to would be wanking each other off or giving each other blow jobs," she said with a pointed look a Heero's crotch.
"Hey!" Duo exclaimed, coming to his senses, "You certainly liked it last night, the way you were groaning against Heero and rubbing against me." Then seemed to lose it again as he thought of the previous night.
Through a grin Hilde flicked her rubber gloved hand in Duo'd direction, a spray of suds hitting him in the nose. With her right hand, still sticky and warm from the yellow glove that had been stripped from her hand, she palmed Heero twice before leaning down and kissing Duo.
"Oh, you know how I like being the meat between you two mighty hunks of bread," she whispered coyly, shivering as Heero kissed the back of her neck, untying the apron that she wore.
Kneeling on his knees in front of her, Duo kissed her back, one hand sliding down her neck to her breasts, where he fondled them, forgetting the nipples completely. Then slipping back down he toyed with the hem of her shirt, playing with her stomach and the line of flesh that flashed when he jerked the shirt upwards. Immobilizing her arms and making her near blind, only her parted lips showing of her face.
Pushing her back gently into Heero's lap, Duo kissed her again as Heero traced her long spine still he reached the clasp of her bra. Unhooking it, Heero tipped Duo's head away and took control of her lips, smirking as her legs kicked and jerked and curved around, rubbing suggestively against one or the other.
With a wriggle she sat up, but leant heavily of Heero. Taking a deep breath and rolled back, she flipped her shirt over her head, the bra strap getting briefly tangled with her ear.
In the mean time Duo and Heero has started to pash, Heero's hand wrapped around Duo braid, while Duo himself played a wild beat on Heero's thigh. Both were groaning into each other's lips.
Smiling to herself, Hilde pulled down her knickers, knowing that a certain pilot of Wing Zero had a kink for them. Waving them in the kissing men's faces, Hilde grinned when Heero licked at the air as she crawled back wards, the panties wadded in her hand.
Ripping them away from her hand, Heero kissed her palm, sucking at the littlest of her fingers. On her other side, Duo was unbuttoning her mini skirt.
"Now gentlemen," Hilde moaned as Heero took a hold with his mouth of her ring finger and Duo dived deep within her legs with his tongue, "You still have to do the dishes!"