OOH-RAH!! While I love having a PG-13 rating on ff.net, I have no such compunctions in a free-minded society such as this. And so I created this little...interlude, specifically for the members and sympathizers of the SDQB. It has a major Lemon warning, NC-17, beware! Yaoi of course.
When Quatre grabbed me, I admit it freely, I was SCARED. Now I'd like to think I took Q-man more seriously than some of the other pilots. I know he's a master tactician, I know Sandrock can and did kick large jagged holes in a LOT of mobile suits, and I know that Quatre himself had little compunction about and a fair amount of skill in throat slitting.
That being said, in my fantasies he was never on top.
It's his own damn fault! He looks so fucking cute, so fuckable, who would expect that he fucks back, you know?
Wow. I just used that word three times in three forms.
Back to the point. The point is when he swung me inside the door like he did I was totally scared I had pissed him off and was going to get the bitch-slapping of my life. I was wrong, and I'm glad, especially considering what I DID get, which was a thourogh lip bruising.
So I knew it was unlikely he was going to change his mind and paste my face to the wall with his hand, but it was still more than a little scary when he reached into my pants. I'm a secure guy, but I wish I had a little more time, maybe put together a presentation. It IS his first time seeing one, right?
See, there I go again. It's dastardly easy to forget that unless he doesn't remember to shower he sees one every day!
Now the truly evil part is that once he's penetrated my waistband, and heart, he giggles. Not a girly giggle either, more of an amused chuckle from an angel. Very soft and sweet, but still pretty dark, considering the subject matter.
"Mmm…what's funny?"
"It's…" He giggles again, the bastard. "I just kinda expected…well, knowing you…a little…ummm…bigger…" He trails off into more giggles.
That simple sentence really just gouged holes in my self esteem that will take at LEAST a chapter or two to heal. "Umm…" I'm struggling to keep the anger from my voice. "Well I'm sorry I'm so godamn dissapointing…"
"Oh no, there's plenty enough for me…oh yeah, plenty enough," He says, feeling his way around the inner sanctum while I bite my lower lip to keep from screaming my ecstasy. "I just feel a lot more secure now…"
WHAT?
"Umm…does that mean what I think it does?" Q-MAN HAS A BIGGER DICK THAN ME!?
"Oh don't worry about it, Duo! I already told you, you've got just about enough for me…" He wraps a hand around me, and I'm tempted to forgive him. He pumps a little, and I do forgive him…
"In fact, it's not like there's…THAT much of a difference…" Does he really feel a need for conversation at this point? I keep my mouth shut tight.
"Really Duo…I like it juuuuust the way it is…" Does this really count as dirty talk? I need to take the boy under my wing…
"Damn, I take it back, that's big…and hard…" He breath is getting closer to my pants, but I can't see a thing, I've thrown my head back to stop from moaning. I mean, if he gets me to vocalize my pleasure, I lose, right?
"I don't want to ever let go…never stop pumping…up…and down…" He suits words to action, and I realize that I could LEARN dirty talk from this man, not teach it to him.
"Almost done, big boy?" I realize there must be a bit of leakage, he's gotten me to the edge FAR faster than he should have been able to. "Lemme take care of that…"
There's a soft, warm, wet presence enveloping me, and I have to open one eye. He's LAPPING at it, and I give up the entire vow of silence gig.
"AAAAA-aaa-a, a, a…" Quatre takes care of it. Just like he said he would.
"Q-man…that was…incredible…" I want to thank him, but wouldn't that be crass? I'm still working on this politeness and sensitivity stuff…
"Who says it's over?"
Eeep.
Something like twenty seconds later I'm on my knees, my braid is lose, and my nose is nuzzling a small nest of soft, dark hair between Quatre's legs.
I'm sure you can imagine what my mouth is doing, but I won't say it. Its to damn embarrassing.
For months this guy has been on the receiving end of what I think of as Shinigami Jr., and now after taking MY life into his own hand, and then mouth, he's got his hands tangled up in my long hair and is fucking my face like there's no tomorrow.
Remind me to be in the future very, very careful for what I wish for.
I need to go concentrate on other things now, so I'll leave you with one important note that I'm sure has been foremost amongst your thoughts regarding this situation.
He wasn't lying. I don't exactly check out stallions, but I'd put good money on him being bigger than one.
..dammit.
Duo finishes up what he was doing, and after embracing, getting him a drink, and giving him a goodnight kiss and thanks for a wonderful night in more ways than one, I tuck him in.
I'm tempted to stay the night in his room, but I have scary ideas about what might happen. I'm certianly not out for the duration, but it would be a shame if Duo were.
So I walk to my own bed, sipping at an orange juice, which really helps with the taste and feeling of uncleaness [1]. I had a blast, so to speak, and Duo seemed to...enjoy himself. Still, I need to give him a little boyfriend-to-boyfriend seminar.
It's entitled Fellatio for Dummies and why everyone in the world should own it.
I open own copy and flip to the bookmark (It's rather amusingly shaped), and begin to read the next section, Thirty Second BJs.
That's what he gets for asuming I'm a prude!
[1] You hear strange bits of trivia with friends like mine…
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