He opened them gain, though, when Heero spoke at last. "I can't use words," Wing's pilot said softly, sadly. "But even if I could make words that shape how I feel, I couldn't make you believe in them. So I'm going to show you, instead." His hand slid behind Duo's head and pulled his braid around, easing the elastic off the end. He draped Duo's hair across his chest and stroked it free of the braid, feeling the heat of the smooth skin under the soft silky hair. "Show you, in a way that you can't make yourself doubt."
"Sh...show me?" Duo stuttered, completely distracted by the gentle caress. The long strands of hair draping over his skin seemed to capture and magnify the heat of Heero's hands, and the room seemed suddenly much too warm.
"I have been reexamining the events of the past few months," Heero told him int he methodical tone of a soldier. "Now that I knew what to look for, I easily recognize a pattern. You have been neglecting yourself in order to pay attention to me." His fingers trailed along Duo's side, coming to rest just below his ribcage. Duo caught his breath, and Heero felt the twitch under his hand. "Since we became lovers, I can clearly recall at least seventeen different occasions on which you were so intent on giving me pleasure that you did not yourself achieve climax."
Duo blanched. "You... I didn't think you'd noticed!"
"I hadn't," Heero admitted, and his voice had lost the clinical detachment. "An oversight on my part, which I plan to correct."
A sinking feeling invaded Duo's stomach; he got the distinct feeling that he was in trouble. But he couldn't stop himself from asking, "Correct how?"
The smirk that passed over Heero's face could be described only as pure mischief. "I intend to make up for the seventeen missed occasions tonight."
"ALL of them?" Duo yelped, suddenly panicked. "Heero, you've gotta be out of your fuckin' mind!"
"No, but by the time I'm finished, you may be." Smirking evilly, Heero moved his hand down to Duo's groin and firmly stroked along his arousal.
Duo's eyes squeezed shut as his back arched up off the bed. "Damn it, Heero... ahhhh... this isn't funny!"
"It's not meant to be," Heero said; delighted by the response, he repeated the motion, and Duo's hands jangled against the cuffs.
"I'm... nnggh!... I'm serious about this, Heero! Ya can't just... tie me to the bed without askin' and expect me to be okay with it!"
Re: Junk 3
Date: 2006-02-22 08:12 am (UTC)He opened them gain, though, when Heero spoke at last. "I can't use words," Wing's pilot said softly, sadly. "But even if I could make words that shape how I feel, I couldn't make you believe in them. So I'm going to show you, instead." His hand slid behind Duo's head and pulled his braid around, easing the elastic off the end. He draped Duo's hair across his chest and stroked it free of the braid, feeling the heat of the smooth skin under the soft silky hair. "Show you, in a way that you can't make yourself doubt."
"Sh...show me?" Duo stuttered, completely distracted by the gentle caress. The long strands of hair draping over his skin seemed to capture and magnify the heat of Heero's hands, and the room seemed suddenly much too warm.
"I have been reexamining the events of the past few months," Heero told him int he methodical tone of a soldier. "Now that I knew what to look for, I easily recognize a pattern. You have been neglecting yourself in order to pay attention to me." His fingers trailed along Duo's side, coming to rest just below his ribcage. Duo caught his breath, and Heero felt the twitch under his hand. "Since we became lovers, I can clearly recall at least seventeen different occasions on which you were so intent on giving me pleasure that you did not yourself achieve climax."
Duo blanched. "You... I didn't think you'd noticed!"
"I hadn't," Heero admitted, and his voice had lost the clinical detachment. "An oversight on my part, which I plan to correct."
A sinking feeling invaded Duo's stomach; he got the distinct feeling that he was in trouble. But he couldn't stop himself from asking, "Correct how?"
The smirk that passed over Heero's face could be described only as pure mischief. "I intend to make up for the seventeen missed occasions tonight."
"ALL of them?" Duo yelped, suddenly panicked. "Heero, you've gotta be out of your fuckin' mind!"
"No, but by the time I'm finished, you may be." Smirking evilly, Heero moved his hand down to Duo's groin and firmly stroked along his arousal.
Duo's eyes squeezed shut as his back arched up off the bed. "Damn it, Heero... ahhhh... this isn't funny!"
"It's not meant to be," Heero said; delighted by the response, he repeated the motion, and Duo's hands jangled against the cuffs.
"I'm... nnggh!... I'm serious about this, Heero! Ya can't just... tie me to the bed without askin' and expect me to be okay with it!"