It started on the couch with a touch, just a light, innocent knee-to-knee contact. And then it was Heero sliding his fingers up Duo’s thigh. And then it was Duo running his tongue alone Heero’s ear.
And before they knew it, lips were sealed together, shirts were off, pants were unzipped, and hands and fingers were desperately trying to shove themselves into small tight places.
Duo gasped and Heero groaned.
They were both overwhelmed with the need to get closer to each other, to touch, to be touched, to push, to pull, to *come*, but neither of them thought they could spare the time to actually disrobe properly. And so they struggled, desperate, tangling their limbs, their tongues, their fingers, trying to get to that fantastic edge of orgasm.
Then Heero felt a tug at his pants that didn’t seem to be from Duo.
Actually, he was pretty sure it wasn’t Duo as the two men currently had their fingers of both hands intimately intertwined.
A soft, silky nudge along the cleft of his ass had Heero getting up, backing away from Duo, but trying not sit on the … thing… that he knew was trying to latch itself to his butt.
“Heero?”
Duo, with his kiss-bruised lips and mussed hair, was so very tempting, but again, that suspiciously rubbery prod at his nether regions had Heero scrambling for his discarded shirt.
After a little searching, Heero pulled a carefully folded piece of paper from one of pockets and very solemnly handed it to Duo.
“…This is a doctor’s note excusing you from… sexual activities involving simulated coconut flavour or scent due to severe allergy.”
Heero nodded.
Duo peeked at Pookie who was enthusiastically trying to plumb Heero’s depths despite the fact that Heero was still wearing his underwear.
“I don’t think Pookie can read, Heero.”
===END===
(the program i use to draw pookie pics is on another computer that i haven't set up yet after my move... ^O^;;;;;;)
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Date: 2007-09-22 06:38 am (UTC)And before they knew it, lips were sealed together, shirts were off, pants were unzipped, and hands and fingers were desperately trying to shove themselves into small tight places.
Duo gasped and Heero groaned.
They were both overwhelmed with the need to get closer to each other, to touch, to be touched, to push, to pull, to *come*, but neither of them thought they could spare the time to actually disrobe properly. And so they struggled, desperate, tangling their limbs, their tongues, their fingers, trying to get to that fantastic edge of orgasm.
Then Heero felt a tug at his pants that didn’t seem to be from Duo.
Actually, he was pretty sure it wasn’t Duo as the two men currently had their fingers of both hands intimately intertwined.
A soft, silky nudge along the cleft of his ass had Heero getting up, backing away from Duo, but trying not sit on the … thing… that he knew was trying to latch itself to his butt.
“Heero?”
Duo, with his kiss-bruised lips and mussed hair, was so very tempting, but again, that suspiciously rubbery prod at his nether regions had Heero scrambling for his discarded shirt.
After a little searching, Heero pulled a carefully folded piece of paper from one of pockets and very solemnly handed it to Duo.
“…This is a doctor’s note excusing you from… sexual activities involving simulated coconut flavour or scent due to severe allergy.”
Heero nodded.
Duo peeked at Pookie who was enthusiastically trying to plumb Heero’s depths despite the fact that Heero was still wearing his underwear.
“I don’t think Pookie can read, Heero.”
===END===
(the program i use to draw pookie pics is on another computer that i haven't set up yet after my move... ^O^;;;;;;)