the exertion, until Duo clenched all his limbs and arched off the bed with a piercing cry as he came. Heero felt Duo's come drench over his belly and chest, and saw his own vision start to go white as Duo's satiny muscles clenched around him. He thrust twice more into that soft, unbelievably welcoming heat before his own control snapped and he filled Duo's passageway with his seed. At last, drained in more ways than one, he slumped down on top of Duo, still buried deep inside him. His skin pressed against Duo's, with the curtain of his silken hair the only thing separating them. Duo was lying with his eyes closed, breathing deeply in total post-coital bliss, every muscle loose and relaxed. Heero lay contentedly inside him, his body still humming with sex and wonder. Duo stirred first, blowing irritably at a strand of sweat-soaked hair that was stuck irritatingly to his face. Opening his eyes, he smiled muzzily at Heero, and then his expression slid towards annoyance. "Oh, no," he groaned, tilting his head far enough enough to glance down his body to the mess of hair that was stuck between them. "Please don't tell me I got it on my hair, too," he grumbled. Heero kissed the side of his jaw that was nearest. "Then I won't tell you," he said dryly. "Aw, shit!" Duo groused, letting his eyes fall shut again. "That's going to take forever to brush out, and in this apartment's crappy little shower stall? I can't even get a decent shower! My hair's not going to be clean for days..." Heero just stared at him, until Duo felt the weight of his stare and opened his eyes again. "What?" he demanded. "Your hair?" Heero repeated. "Is that all you can talk about?" Duo blushed sunburn red. "Um. What else would I talk about?" he stalled. A knowing smirk began to spread across Heero's face. "Well, for one thing," he said, reaching up to tug lightly at Duo's still-bound wrist, "the fact that you're not having a panic attack right now?" Duo's eyes widened comically, and his mouth opened and closed several times. He looked like a carp, and Heero had to stifle a bite of hysterical laughter. My foolish koi, he thought, as he braced his hands on either side of Duo's chest and began to ease out of his partner -- lover. Duo winced slightly, but quickly relaxed again. "I... I completely forgot about it," he stammered. "Forgot?" Heero asked. "Then I would call this a unquestionably successful
Re: Ties that Bind
Date: 2006-02-21 05:01 am (UTC)Heero felt Duo's come drench over his belly and chest, and saw his own vision start to go white as Duo's satiny muscles clenched around him. He thrust twice more into that soft, unbelievably welcoming heat before his own control snapped and he filled Duo's passageway with his seed.
At last, drained in more ways than one, he slumped down on top of Duo, still buried deep inside him. His skin pressed against Duo's, with the curtain of his silken hair the only thing separating them. Duo was lying with his eyes closed, breathing deeply in total post-coital bliss, every muscle loose and relaxed. Heero lay contentedly inside him, his body still humming with sex and wonder.
Duo stirred first, blowing irritably at a strand of sweat-soaked hair that was stuck irritatingly to his face. Opening his eyes, he smiled muzzily at Heero, and then his expression slid towards annoyance. "Oh, no," he groaned, tilting his head far enough enough to glance down his body to the mess of hair that was stuck between them. "Please don't tell me I got it on my hair, too," he grumbled.
Heero kissed the side of his jaw that was nearest. "Then I won't tell you," he said dryly.
"Aw, shit!" Duo groused, letting his eyes fall shut again. "That's going to take forever to brush out, and in this apartment's crappy little shower stall? I can't even get a decent shower! My hair's not going to be clean for days..."
Heero just stared at him, until Duo felt the weight of his stare and opened his eyes again. "What?" he demanded.
"Your hair?" Heero repeated. "Is that all you can talk about?"
Duo blushed sunburn red. "Um. What else would I talk about?" he stalled.
A knowing smirk began to spread across Heero's face. "Well, for one thing," he said, reaching up to tug lightly at Duo's still-bound wrist, "the fact that you're not having a panic attack right now?"
Duo's eyes widened comically, and his mouth opened and closed several times. He looked like a carp, and Heero had to stifle a bite of hysterical laughter. My foolish koi, he thought, as he braced his hands on either side of Duo's chest and began to ease out of his partner -- lover. Duo winced slightly, but quickly relaxed again. "I... I completely forgot about it," he stammered.
"Forgot?" Heero asked. "Then I would call this a unquestionably successful