Title: Thinking It Over

Author: WickedGame

Archive: FFnet, MediaMinerorg, My LJ. Anyone else just ask.

Rating: M or NC-17

Category: PWP, heavy lime

Pairing: 1x2

Warnings: Heavy lime, yaoi.

Notes: Beta-ed by FantasyOrReality. Written for the GW500 Challenge #115. Topic is "Come". Element in highlight is "Smile".

Word Count: 703

I kiss the spot right under his earlobe, flicking my tongue out lightly onto the skin, making him moan. He moans for me. It blows my mind how he moans for me. I suck the earlobe into my mouth and I am rewarded by yet another moan of a different tone. I keep my arms wrapped around his waist, holding him flush against me as I flip his braid over his right shoulder to allow myself better access to his soft, creamy neck. I nip a line of kisses down his neck, until I am sucking on the nape, leaving a dark red mark of passion and possession on him.

I lift a hand and start to unbutton the black shirt. One, two, three buttons undone. I pause to flip the thick braid to the left shoulder so that I can assault the other silky earlobe. Four, five, six buttons undone and the shirt falls open, exposing lightly tanned skin that lies over the defined muscles I have kissed and touched hundreds of time before.

He is accepting every touch I am willing to give, as he always has. He gasps as I bite down on the earlobe, and then moans as I lave it with my tongue once more. I reach up with my left hand and start to circle his pale pink nipple with my thumb, making him move his hips in a most delicious way. He does not fight to turn around. He knows that I am devoting my attention entirely to him right now, and that we will get to the good stuff eventually.

I stop the licking and sucking to rest my chin on his right shoulder as I move my right hand up to tease that nipple, making identical circling motions with my thumb.

"Good God, Heero!" Duo moans my name and it makes me even harder than I was before. I smile over his shoulder as I pinch the nipples, twisting them slightly and then letting them go. He gasps and then groans as I roll the hardened nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. I know he is hard as a rock, and I can feel his arms twitch towards his front, longing to relieve the pressure.

"No," I tell him, and his arms drop to his sides with a heaving sigh.

"Touch me then!" he demands.

I use my left hand to hold him as close to me as possible. He knows he can't get away from me. I use my right hand to deftly unbutton his jeans and carefully unzip them. This is a ritual I am most definitely familiar with. He doesn't wear any underwear, and I find that my hand is holding his thick shaft immediately. He is shorter than I, but definitely thicker. Thin fluid is already leaking slightly from the slit at the top, and I spread it over the mushroomed head.

He is panting now, aching for me to move my hand. I resume the torture of his neck and ears as I begin to stroke him: first, with my fingers, and then with my fist. He is arching into my hand even as I hold him close.

"Faster!" he gasps. I oblige, moving my hand faster. He is already so close.

"Come for me," I whisper in his ear. He almost screams as his hips buck hard enough to break my embrace. I can feel the liquid evidence of his orgasm on my hand. I know for a fact that it is also dripping on his dropped jeans and is probably also splattered on the show comforter in front of him. I look over my shoulder to make sure that no one has come up behind us while I was not looking. I help Duo with his pants, and soon he is looking like he did before we started, even if his face is flushed and his hands are shaking. He sits down on the side of the bed and looks at me with a shaky smile.

"So, you really like this bed that much?" he asks me.

"Do you need more convincing?" I ask him.

"Jesus, Heero. Go find the salesperson then while I clean this up!"