dictate the pace. At last he was thrusting slowly in and out, giving us both what we wanted and desperately needed. I spared one delirious moment to wonder when he had shed his boxers, much less lubed himself up, and a fleeting curse at the blindfold for having robbed me of that delicious sight. Then everything was washed away in the face of the slowly building heat, the unendurable pressure that was growing in my groin and in the place where we were connected. Dimly, I heard my own voice, groaning and half-sobbing Duo's name. The heat, the smells, the sound and most especially the feeling of him stroking my inside walls drowned every corner of my mind, my world narrowing down to the feel of my lover's sweat-slicked limbs moving over mine. And then the end came, a sudden white-hot fire burning along nerves I hadn't even known I had as Duo's slippery hand released my hip and reached around the front of my body. For a moment he groped at my balls before sliding up to more firmly grip my burning length. That was it for me, and I clenched my teeth as my orgasm took me, wracking my body in a moment of total uncontrol. I was only dimly aware of hot liquid flooding my passage, a new wave of it with each of Duo's piston-like thrusts. My body squeezed around him, and I heard the strangled moan escape him as he followed me into nirvana. He stayed in me as we slipped down to the damp mattress together, limbs trembling with exertion and sensation. He lay atop of me, inside me, covering and filling me at all once, and I spent a long time just listening to him breathe. Eventually, though, certain things cooled down enough for me to notice that I was lying in a fairly sizable and remarkably sticky wet spot, and I pushed back against him with an irritated grunt. "So we're back to grunts again, Heero? And here I thought I'd actually taught you some vocabulary." With a chuckle, he obliged, wrapping an arm around my chest and rolling us both over, the movement causing some very interesting sensations to pass between us. "You did," I retorted, shifting to find a new comfortable position on the blankets. "Most of it too crude for polite company, so I have to do without." He laughed again, softly, and his hands left off stroking my flanks. Regretfully, he eased out of me, shivering with the last aftershocks of lust as the liquid rolled down his softened dick and my thighs. After a minute, I felt hands working at my wrists, and then the clink of metal signaled their release. I brought my hands back in
Re: Anytime
Date: 2006-02-21 05:04 am (UTC)At last he was thrusting slowly in and out, giving us both what we wanted and desperately needed. I spared one delirious moment to wonder when he had shed his boxers, much less lubed himself up, and a fleeting curse at the blindfold for having robbed me of that delicious sight. Then everything was washed away in the face of the slowly building heat, the unendurable pressure that was growing in my groin and in the place where we were connected. Dimly, I heard my own voice, groaning and half-sobbing Duo's name. The heat, the smells, the sound and most especially the feeling of him stroking my inside walls drowned every corner of my mind, my world narrowing down to the feel of my lover's sweat-slicked limbs moving over mine.
And then the end came, a sudden white-hot fire burning along nerves I hadn't even known I had as Duo's slippery hand released my hip and reached around the front of my body. For a moment he groped at my balls before sliding up to more firmly grip my burning length. That was it for me, and I clenched my teeth as my orgasm took me, wracking my body in a moment of total uncontrol. I was only dimly aware of hot liquid flooding my passage, a new wave of it with each of Duo's piston-like thrusts. My body squeezed around him, and I heard the strangled moan escape him as he followed me into nirvana.
He stayed in me as we slipped down to the damp mattress together, limbs trembling with exertion and sensation. He lay atop of me, inside me, covering and filling me at all once, and I spent a long time just listening to him breathe. Eventually, though, certain things cooled down enough for me to notice that I was lying in a fairly sizable and remarkably sticky wet spot, and I pushed back against him with an irritated grunt.
"So we're back to grunts again, Heero? And here I thought I'd actually taught you some vocabulary." With a chuckle, he obliged, wrapping an arm around my chest and rolling us both over, the movement causing some very interesting sensations to pass between us.
"You did," I retorted, shifting to find a new comfortable position on the blankets. "Most of it too crude for polite company, so I have to do without."
He laughed again, softly, and his hands left off stroking my flanks. Regretfully, he eased out of me, shivering with the last aftershocks of lust as the liquid rolled down his softened dick and my thighs. After a minute, I felt hands working at my wrists, and then the clink of metal signaled their release. I brought my hands back in