Day Thirteen - Rimming
He was biting his lip, trying not to make too much damn noise as his body shook. Heero was on his hands and knees, trembling on the bed, his iron clad control slipping as Duo's tongue licked around his entrance, before thrusting inside, his body hyper sensitive from what his lover was doing.
The thrusts were driving him insane, the sensation of a warm, wet, flexible tongue different than fingers, different than a cock, so damn different and a sensation that was driving him fucking insane.
"Fuck… Duo…" he gasped.
The response to that was a deeper penetration of his lovers tongue which made his hands clench into fists and a spark of white hot pleasure shoot up his spine. It was intimate, it made him so fucking hard as Duo licked and swiped, as he did something that focused so on him and Heero shivered, his head dropping to the bed.
"Stop…" he panted and that tongue stopped, lips then kissing from the base of his spine up to his shoulder blades.
"What do you want?" Duo asked softly in his ear.
It had been torture, incredible, pleasurable torture so Heero grabbed for his lovers braid, pulling him so he could turn his head to look in his eyes.
"Fuck me."
He heard a throaty chuckle and Duo move back behind him, with one more teasing swipe of tongue, Heero bucked his hips in protest until fingers slid inside and he knew Duo would give him what he wanted.
Like he always did.