Slices of Life: Chapter: Finding Time
A weight settles over me as I lay on my stomach, sleeping. Hot breath tickles the nap of my neck. Peeking one eye open, the clock tells me it's four thirty-two in the morning. Heero presses his hips down and grinds against my backside. Groaning, I can feel exactly what he wants, and since we didn't have our make up sex after that stupid fight last night, now will do.
Lifting my hips off the mattress, I grind back into him. His rigid cock presses against my hole through my pajama bottoms.
"Don't tease me," I plead breathily.
Pulling my flannel pants down with a fast tug, he whispers in my ear, "Need prep?"
"No," I respond, and pass him the lube from under my pillow.
Hearing the snap of the cap gets my blood pulsing a little faster. I gasp as I feel the head of his cock push into me. He lets out a rugged moan as he slips in the rest of the way. Rolling his hips softly, he sucks and bits on the juncture of my neck and shoulder. I try to push back against him again, but he presses down on the small of my back, keeping me flat on the mattress, as he starts to pump himself more feverishly inside me. Angling his pelvis that way, his dick grazes my prostate with more pressure.
I whimper, "More."
Heero pauses for a moment, pulling me backwards by my hips, arranging me on my hands and knees. Snapping his hips more vigorously, he fucks me harder.
"Touch me," I beg.
His fingers weave through my hair, scratching my scalp. With a playful tug, he grunts, "No."
A keening whine sounds in the back of my throat. I reach between my legs to give my neglected cock some attention. That hand that was buried in my hair grabs me by the elbow before I can touch myself. Heero latches on to my other arm, pulling my wrists together and clutching them in one of his strong hands behind my back. My face presses into the sheets as he pounds into me. Fuck, this is torture.
He grunts as hot cum fills my passage. Continuing to thrust shallowly, I beg him to finish me off with pathetic whimpers and moans, but he does nothing.
"Heero," I whine.
"Hhmmm?" He teases, still rolling his hips against my ass, cock softening inside me.
"Pleeease."
"Please what?" I can hear that smug smile on his mouth. I whine again. "Tell me what you want, Duo."
"Let me come."
Pulling out, he flips me onto my back. Crouching over me, his mouth clamps onto my collarbone. His hot mouth descends the length of my torso, nipping my right nipple, tonguing the center crease of my abdomen. Soft lips wrap around the head of my cock. I try to push his head down, but he grabs my wrists and holds them down on the bed. His mouth makes a vacuum around my tip, as his tongue rolls and folds over the slit. Wrapping my left leg around his back, I thrust upward into his mouth. He gags a little, but lets me continue to fuck his mouth.
"Look at me," I order. His blue eyes bore into mine, a dark twinkle in those Prussian depths. Thrusting harder, his hands grip my wrist almost painfully. It doesn't take long for me to be teetering on the edge. Flexing my leg around him, I keep Heero pinned as I make a final shove and come in the back of his throat. I instantly go limp, freeing him. Climbing over me, he devours my mouth in hungry kiss. I love it when I can taste myself on him.
Falling on the bed beside me, he sighs happily. "We need to find more time for this," he mumbles, half asleep already.
"Yeah we do," I mumble back, snuggling back under the covers.