They both cried out, in mingled surprise and ecstasy. Heero, because he had never imagined that being filled could feel so right. Duo, because not even Heero’s mouth on him had felt anything like this, this unmatchable heat and pressure and even beyond that knowing it was Heero, who loved him and trusted him enough to welcome him into his body.
“Duo...” Heero breathed, clutching Duo’s hand and the blankets in equal grip, because he was sure that if he let them go he would fall. “You feel so good...”
That was enough to bring Duo back, to anchor him in the present moment, and he looked down into Heero’s face and couldn’t help but smile. “Was gonna say the same thing,” he panted, and Heero laughed breathlessly. “Tell me when you’re ready...”
“I’m ready,” Heero answered immediately, and it was the truth. There had been an instant of pain, but it was already faded into glorious pressure, and he had quickly adjusted to Duo. “Move, Duo, please --”
Duo moved. First a shallow roll of his hips, and then, encouraged by the sensuous moan that fell from Heero’s lips, he pulled out a little and thrust back in. The change in pressure, the delicious friction -- it was too much for him, and if he had been under any illusions that he could stop, they were now gone. Heero moved to meet him, matching the rhythm of his movements, and the pace that started slow but quickly increased.
One thrust pushed him inside even deeper than before, and Heero suddenly jerked on the bed and let out a hoarse yell. Instantly concerned, Duo stilled his movements and brought his hand up to caress his lover’s face. “Heero, what’s wrong? Did... did I hurt you?”
“Gods, Duo!” Heero cried, eyes squeezed shut. “Do that again!”
Duo breathed a sigh of relief, in the realization that the reaction had been pleasure, not pain, and then he remembered the place on the inside of his own body that had felt so good, and now he was seeing the effects without the masking of pain. He thrust again, this time experimentally aiming for the same spot, and was rewarded with another gasp of pleasure. And then it was out of his control; his body took over, drawing out of Heero and plunging back in, and he lost himself in the waves of pleasure that surged through them both.
Heero opened his eyes and looked up, and his breath caught in his lungs. Duo moved above him, eyes shut and head thrown back in ecstasy, his hair flowing down his back and over his hips where the two of them were joined. He looked like some heavenly creature, held far apart from the dirty mundanity of the only life Heero had ever known. The gods had given him Duo as a gift, he knew; a chance to live a real life, and his reward for taking it. All the promise of beauty Heero had glimpsed, the first time he had seen Duo, was fulfilled and so more than surpassed that Heero thought his heart would break in his chest. Something glorious rose up in him, and he had to shut his eyes against the flood of light that burst in front of them. “Duo... Duo!” he cried out, as he felt himself release over his and Duo’s stomach and chest.
Duo felt Heero’s muscles clamp down on him, and the additional pressure was too much for him. “Heero!” he shouted, clinging for dear life to his lover’s hand, and his shoulder, as he lost himself in Heero.
Re: Spoil of War, book 2
Date: 2006-02-28 01:47 am (UTC)“Duo...” Heero breathed, clutching Duo’s hand and the blankets in equal grip, because he was sure that if he let them go he would fall. “You feel so good...”
That was enough to bring Duo back, to anchor him in the present moment, and he looked down into Heero’s face and couldn’t help but smile. “Was gonna say the same thing,” he panted, and Heero laughed breathlessly. “Tell me when you’re ready...”
“I’m ready,” Heero answered immediately, and it was the truth. There had been an instant of pain, but it was already faded into glorious pressure, and he had quickly adjusted to Duo. “Move, Duo, please --”
Duo moved. First a shallow roll of his hips, and then, encouraged by the sensuous moan that fell from Heero’s lips, he pulled out a little and thrust back in. The change in pressure, the delicious friction -- it was too much for him, and if he had been under any illusions that he could stop, they were now gone. Heero moved to meet him, matching the rhythm of his movements, and the pace that started slow but quickly increased.
One thrust pushed him inside even deeper than before, and Heero suddenly jerked on the bed and let out a hoarse yell. Instantly concerned, Duo stilled his movements and brought his hand up to caress his lover’s face. “Heero, what’s wrong? Did... did I hurt you?”
“Gods, Duo!” Heero cried, eyes squeezed shut. “Do that again!”
Duo breathed a sigh of relief, in the realization that the reaction had been pleasure, not pain, and then he remembered the place on the inside of his own body that had felt so good, and now he was seeing the effects without the masking of pain. He thrust again, this time experimentally aiming for the same spot, and was rewarded with another gasp of pleasure. And then it was out of his control; his body took over, drawing out of Heero and plunging back in, and he lost himself in the waves of pleasure that surged through them both.
Heero opened his eyes and looked up, and his breath caught in his lungs. Duo moved above him, eyes shut and head thrown back in ecstasy, his hair flowing down his back and over his hips where the two of them were joined. He looked like some heavenly creature, held far apart from the dirty mundanity of the only life Heero had ever known. The gods had given him Duo as a gift, he knew; a chance to live a real life, and his reward for taking it. All the promise of beauty Heero had glimpsed, the first time he had seen Duo, was fulfilled and so more than surpassed that Heero thought his heart would break in his chest. Something glorious rose up in him, and he had to shut his eyes against the flood of light that burst in front of them. “Duo... Duo!” he cried out, as he felt himself release over his and Duo’s stomach and chest.
Duo felt Heero’s muscles clamp down on him, and the additional pressure was too much for him. “Heero!” he shouted, clinging for dear life to his lover’s hand, and his shoulder, as he lost himself in Heero.