15-Apr-2001
Category: PWP, Lemon, Yaoi
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: 3x1
Warnings:
Yaoi lemon.
Feedback: C&C
Notes: Just was feeling lemony. Not really a
sequel to anything.
'--denotes thoughts--'
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters belongs to Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu Agency and are only being used for non profit entertainment purposes.
Trowa hated mornings when he awoke earlier than the alarm clock. It was fine if he was a few minutes early but an hour? He knew if he fell asleep again he wouldn't hear the alarm at all and Heero would have to bug him incessantly until he would wake up.
He glanced over at his lover. Heero was asleep on his stomach his wild hair covering his eyes. 'And they say I have long bangs,' Trowa snorted to himself. He carefully placed his fingers into Heero's hair to push those unruly bangs out of his eyes. Heero while still in deep slumber leaned his head into Trowa's touch. A small smile graced Trowa's face. 'Well, we do have an hour,' he thought.
Trowa let his hands roam delicately over Heero's body. He didn't want to wake him just yet. Callused hands lightly touched his Japanese lover's shoulders watching carefully as the muscles would contract minutely before relaxing. He dared to lean closer to nuzzle at Heero's ear, sucking at the lobe gently.
Heero let out a small moan, pleasing Trowa to no end. Trowa's hand now caressed the swell of Heero's buttocks and he felt himself harden more as he watched Heero's rear lean into the touch.
Trowa looked back to Heero's face to see dark blue eyes staring blearily at him.
"I'm guessing we have a little time to kill," he asked with a fuzzy, half smile.
Trowa smiled back. "Yeah we have some. Is that okay?" Knowing if it wasn't Heero was never shy about not wanting something.
"How would you like me?" Heero asked, suppressing a yawn, trying to move.
Trowa's hand reached out and stopped Heero. "You're fine the way you are right now," he said huskily before kissing Heero.
Heero shifted a bit to fully enjoy the kiss. The tongue play was slow and sweet. "I'm still a little sleepy so remember to wake me for the fun part," he smiled.
"Oh, I don't think I'll have to do that. I'm sure you'll awaken for the fun part, all on your own," Trowa chuckled. He slid his hand between Heero and the mattress to caress a nipple.
Heero moaned and said, "You may be right about that. But don't let me stop you, please continue."
Trowa kissed the sleepy man's temple, licked the earlobe and murmured, "I think I will. Arigato." He placed sweet, wet kisses along the back of Heero's neck and shoulder in slow languid motions. Satisfied, he slightly bit down at the spot between neck and shoulder.
"Mmm. Careful. I don't think I need to hear the others talking about your love marks," Heero said with a voice that was between a chuckle and a moan.
"Well if you wore clothing that covered properly, I wouldn't have to be careful," Trowa reminded him.
"Not that old argument," Heero laughed. "Less talking, please."
Trowa rose to straddle his naked lover. He began to gently massage Heero's shoulders. "Shutting up ... now," he chuckled. Heero moaned because Trowa sitting on his rear and the reverberation from Trowa's laugh forced his turgid erection to rub deliciously into the bedding.
The massage was one of complexity. It was relaxing Heero almost to the point of going back to sleep again, yet feeling Trowa's hard cock teasingly touching him sent nerve endings jumping all over the place. At this time, this place, this moment in time, he didn't care if he was the taker or going to be taken. Their love life was as complex as the massage he was receiving. He loved sex hard and fast. Trowa liked it slow and almost gentle. Neither complained about the other's style because in the end it all felt great and they loved being together. Varied styles meant they would never tire of each other.
Trowa teased Heero's back with kisses along the spine. As his tongue dipped into the dimples above Heero's rear, he looked up briefly at the clock to note they were running out of time. 'Damn!' he thought. He reached around to lightly grip Heero's dripping penis. "I'm going to have to make this a little quicker than I would like Heero," he whispered into his love's ear.
"We'll make it up tonight," Heero moaned back, rubbing himself against Trowa's hand. Trowa reluctantly let go of Heero's manhood to reach for the drawer in the nightstand near the bed. He pulled out a tube of lubricant. Carefully warming the gel on his fingers, he reached down and began to gently tease Heero's opening, while kissing his lover's neck. Heero arched into the touch, taking in the first finger quickly. A second finger added to stretch and explore again met with eager submersion on Heero's part. By the time, Trowa introduced a third finger, Heero was roughly impaling himself on the fingers and panting heavily. "Tro-wa, what are you waiting for? Do it!" Heero hissed.
Trowa laughed. "Well, if you insist," he said as he removed the fingers and quickly rubbed some gel on his painful erection. He pulled Heero into a position of being on his hands and knees. With hands on Heero's waist, Trowa slowly pushed in. So slow it was enough to drive Heero crazy, but he wasn't going to argue. It all felt good. It burned just a little but he loved the feeling of Trowa inside of him as much as he loved being inside his taller lover.
When Heero shifted Trowa knew it was his cue and he slowly moved in and out of Heero. Heero was always tight and the need to slam into him great, but Trowa loved slow build-ups. Heero also, although he knew the man would never admit that. So with slow, measured undulations, he continued to love Heero.
Heero panting, managed to breath out a request of "Harder." Trowa complied. The pace became less measured and more frantic and primal. The moans from both men grew louder. Trowa reached around to roughly stroke Heero, knowing he wouldn't last for much longer. Heero whimpered softly when he felt Trowa's hand stroking him. The frenzied dance ended as Heero shouted Trowa's name, splattering his seed into the bedding below. Trowa quickly followed grabbing Heero's hips so tightly, he knew there would be marks, Trowa slid over the edge into oblivion, filling Heero. He pulled out, and flopped back on the bed, pulling Heero atop himself to give him for a deep kiss. At that moment was the alarm rang.
Both men pulled out of the kiss, to laugh. Heero reached over to turn off the alarm. "You certainly have perfect timing," he said between snickers.
Trowa stifled a yawn. "I know we should get up and ready for work, but ..."
"But why don't we just leave Une-sama some voice mail telling her we'll be in later this morning," Heero finished the sentiment.
"Hai," Trowa smiled. "That sound's like a plan," he said. Both men still holding each other drifted back into a light doze. Thus another day began.
OWARI
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