Goodbye LJ...

[windandwater]

This is just to make it official for those who don't know, but I'm leaving LJ completely. For the rest of this week at least. Tomorrow is the Bar Exam and it runs for three days, so don't expect to see me about at all until Thursday night. Or even until the weekend since I plan on spending Thursday after the Bar drunk and crying. No online time for me at all. *whines* It will be hard, but I know I can do it.

So, because I'm a total h0r like that, I am declaring this to be a spam post. Go ahead. Run wild! Give me fics, give me links, give me pics, just babble to your heart's content and rape my inbox so I have something to see when I finally DO come back to the wonderful world of LJ. I don't even care if you write me a drabble and post it one word at a time. XD;

Though, I've tried to make a spam post before and it failed a bit miserably, so I don't have very high expectations this time around. Feel free to prove me wrong though!

♥

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Re: The Ideal Arrangement

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against his prostate left his knees weak and and muscles unable to obey him.

“Come on,” Quatre whined, hands buried in Duo’s hair and eyes squeezed shut. “I’m so close... make me come, Duo...”

Duo groaned, body rocked by the force of Trowa’s thrusts, and Quatre pulled one hand out of his hair to stroke over his neck and shoulders as well. “Come on,” he panted. “Make me come, and then it’ll be your turn, promise.”

Duo’s head came up, then, pleading eyes meeting Quatre’s. With a great effort of concentration, he started to actively lick and suck at Quatre’s erection, instead of lying helpless in the grip of passion overwhelming him.

“Oh, God, yes!” Quatre cried, fingers digging into Duo’s shoulders. He shifted a bit on the bench, finding a better angle, and started to thrust into Duo’s mouth, matching his rhythm to Trowa’s thrusts that continued to rock Duo’s body.

Quatre came first, with a wordless cry, hips snapping up off of the bench and clutching Duo’s head closer to him. Duo swallowed, but couldn’t take all of it, and as soon as Quatre’s grip slackened he had to raise his head to cough, the remnant of Quatre’s come leaking out over his chin. “Please,” he gasped as soon as he was able. “Quatre! You promised.”

“Please what?” Heero said, squatting next to the bench to come level to Duo.

Trowa took command of Duo’s hips, holding him bent over but changing the angle. Duo cried out, back arching, as Trowa’s thrusts began to drive against his prostate with increasing force. “Oh God!” Duo cried. “Tr-Trowa... Heero! Somebody. Please!”

“Please what, Duo?” Wufei joined Quatre, now lazily sated on the bench, in running his hands over Duo’s body. Heero slipped his hand underneath Duo’s chest to finger his still bound cock. It was swollen an angry read, moisture dribbling from the head as it strained against the confinement. When he touched it, fingering the tight elastic restraints, it leaped against his hand and Duo’s voice raised in a hoarse shout.

“Please let me come!” he cried out, almost incoherent. “Wufei, Quatre -- please, don’t make me wait...”

“Very well, since you beg so nicely...” Wufei’s hands deftly plucked at the clamps squeezing Duo’s abused nipples, pulling them free. The resulting rush of blood to the area drove a scream from Duo’s throat, and his body shook ceaselessly. Quatre’s hands caught at his shoulders, supporting him, as Heero finally relented and went after the cock rings.

For a moment he wasn’t sure how to get them off without hurting Duo, as even the elastic material had bitten tightly into the swollen flesh. At last he found a way to roll them up Duo’s weeping shaft and over the head.