Trio Maxwell-Chang (trio) wrote in fictionaltrio, @ 2007-08-12 03:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | duo maxwell, gundam wing, quatre raberba winner |
[Gundam Wing] Sensation
Title: Sensation
Rating: NC-17 for graphic sex
Author: Trio Maxwell-Chang
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Pairing or POV: Duo/Quatre
Special Note: This is my own interpretation of this picture, which is drawn by kashieseidolon.
Slender fingers sliding along the firm muscles of his abdomen, dipping into the half-open pants Quatre wore. The touch strengthened his already needy arousal, reminding him of why he'd agreed to follow Duo's orders. He stared into the mirror, looking back at the heated wine-purple gaze. Duo's tongue touched his lips, wetting them as he touched the tip of Quatre's cock. The fluid there smoothed over Duo's fingers, and they carried it down along the thick vein running the length of the hard flesh.
Quatre panted, shuddering in need. His head dropped, eyes staring at the hand that was exploring his hidden skin. The mirror felt cold against his palms, hard and unyielding. In striking counterpoint was the heat behind him, Duo's body almost trembling in his own ignored need. Quatre wanted to encourage him to take things further, but Duo's ministrations arrested his voice before he could manage anything more than a soft whimper.
And then it was a loud whimper, as Duo's hand wrapped around the burgeoning organ, stroking smoothly along it. He braced himself behind Quatre, clothed hips grinding against clothed ass, bare hand sliding against bare cock. Quatre couldn't quite lift his head, but he didn't want to. The coiled intensity in Duo's eyes would undo him totally, and this moment, which had begun as a simple experiment would be suddenly weighty, burdened with meaning.
Duo's lips brushed against his ear, his tongue licking the outer shell before he whispered hotly, "Come for me, QuatÂ… Let me feel you." The words were somehow the last thing Quatre had expected to hear, and the slim blond whimpered, his body aching to answer Duo's demand. He ached for a lot of things, he realized, wanting the silk of Duo's hair to wrap around him, the searing satin of Duo's cock to bury itself within his body, riding him as he rode Duo's hand.
Quatre rocked between the ridge behind him and the grip in front of him, eyes sliding shut as he surrendered himself to sheer feeling. He gasped softly, needing the air. The command came again, breathy with desire. Quatre stiffened, the words piercing him as his heart sped up. A strangled moan escaped his lips, one hand leaving the mirror to dive down, pressing against Duo's as he flooded his own pants, filling them with the viscous fluid Duo demanded.
Sound was a myth, nothing more than a rush of blood and pressure to Quatre's ears. Quatre could only feel, nothing more than a creature of sensation. He sagged, feeling Duo's arm slip around his body and hold him up, and whimpered again in gratitude.
He could feel Duo smile against his back, and leaned his head back finally, the mirror revealing tears on his cheeks as he gazed back at Duo. "Your turn," he offered softly, his other hand leaving the mirror's surface to slide along the arm at his waist.
Duo said, "Rest."
~End~
Word Count: 489