Heero turned to Trowa, one eyebrow raised. “Was it really necessary to gag him?”
Trowa rolled his eyes. “You didn’t hear the sorts of things he was yelling at us.”
Heero snorted. “I can just imagine.” He began to slowly walk around Duo, taking the time to admire the view -- not one he hadn’t seen before, but Duo was usually in quite a hurry. It was a change of pace to see him held in place this way -- and a very nice one, he thought. Duo twisted around to try and watch him, nearly losing his balance, and made muffled but unmistakably threatening sounds.
Heero felt his excitement, sparked in the adrenaline rush of the mission and fed by the warm greeting he’d received by his lovers on returning home, fan to life. He fetched up in front of Duo, and, ignoring his angry glares, stretched out a hand to trail down Duo’s chest.
“I thought we were waiting for Quatre,” Trowa objected mildly, as Heero’s hand slid down to their prisoner’s groin. There was a muffled exclamation from Duo, and he jerked backwards, but couldn’t go very far without losing his balance.
Heero looked over his shoulder at Trowa, ignoring his observation. “Was this really necessary?” he asked dryly, fingering the thick ring of rubber that encircled the base od Duo’s cock, and sliding his fingers up to rest on the like one tied just below the head.
“Yes, it was!” Wufei replied indignantly. “This is Duo. You know how he is.” Wufei slid down into Trowa’s lap, his damp hair dripping water onto Trowa’s shirt.
Trowa swatted at him absently. “Got the stamina of a mayfly,” he said. “Comes at a touch, and he always falls asleep right after.”
“True enough,” Heero said, over the inarticulate sounds of Duo undoubtedly attempting to defend his prowess. Heero turned back to him, smirking in a way that left no doubt as to his plans. Duo’s furious glare lessened something, replaced by a look of wary suspicion, and then his eyes squeezed tightly shut and he gasped as Heero took a firm hold of his already erect cock and began pumping it.
Trowa cleared his throat, barely heard over the sound of Duo’s gasps and groans. “What about Quatre?” he reminded Duo.
He sounded a bit distracted, and as Heero threw him a glance, he realized why; Wufei was sucking on the side of the seated man’s neck, and his hand was even as Heero watched slipping further into Trowa’s pants. Heero grinned. “What about Quatre?” he said.
Re: The Ideal Arrangement
Date: 2006-02-21 08:00 am (UTC)Heero turned to Trowa, one eyebrow raised. “Was it really necessary to gag him?”
Trowa rolled his eyes. “You didn’t hear the sorts of things he was yelling at us.”
Heero snorted. “I can just imagine.” He began to slowly walk around Duo, taking the time to admire the view -- not one he hadn’t seen before, but Duo was usually in quite a hurry. It was a change of pace to see him held in place this way -- and a very nice one, he thought. Duo twisted around to try and watch him, nearly losing his balance, and made muffled but unmistakably threatening sounds.
Heero felt his excitement, sparked in the adrenaline rush of the mission and fed by the warm greeting he’d received by his lovers on returning home, fan to life. He fetched up in front of Duo, and, ignoring his angry glares, stretched out a hand to trail down Duo’s chest.
“I thought we were waiting for Quatre,” Trowa objected mildly, as Heero’s hand slid down to their prisoner’s groin. There was a muffled exclamation from Duo, and he jerked backwards, but couldn’t go very far without losing his balance.
Heero looked over his shoulder at Trowa, ignoring his observation. “Was this really necessary?” he asked dryly, fingering the thick ring of rubber that encircled the base od Duo’s cock, and sliding his fingers up to rest on the like one tied just below the head.
“Yes, it was!” Wufei replied indignantly. “This is Duo. You know how he is.” Wufei slid down into Trowa’s lap, his damp hair dripping water onto Trowa’s shirt.
Trowa swatted at him absently. “Got the stamina of a mayfly,” he said. “Comes at a touch, and he always falls asleep right after.”
“True enough,” Heero said, over the inarticulate sounds of Duo undoubtedly attempting to defend his prowess. Heero turned back to him, smirking in a way that left no doubt as to his plans. Duo’s furious glare lessened something, replaced by a look of wary suspicion, and then his eyes squeezed tightly shut and he gasped as Heero took a firm hold of his already erect cock and began pumping it.
Trowa cleared his throat, barely heard over the sound of Duo’s gasps and groans. “What about Quatre?” he reminded Duo.
He sounded a bit distracted, and as Heero threw him a glance, he realized why; Wufei was sucking on the side of the seated man’s neck, and his hand was even as Heero watched slipping further into Trowa’s pants. Heero grinned. “What about Quatre?” he said.