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Adult ++
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Stress Relief
Title: Stress Relief
Author: Ryoko 03
Started: May 2001
Status: Complete
Disclaimers: I don\'t own Gundam Wing or any of the characters. Hell,
if they knew what I was about to do with Trowa here, I\'d be sued so
fast my head would spin!
Warnings: Lime and masturbation. And no, I can\'t believe I\'m frickin\'
writing this, either!
Pairing: 5x3; 3x3 [Trowa: *massive sweatdrop* I hate you]; ?x?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Stress Relief
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hot kisses trailed over pale skin. Slender fingertips memorized
muscular shoulders. Legs twined together, bodies rocked against one
another in passion and need.
\"Love you,\" the taller form whispered, tilting his head back to allow
his lover to lap at his throat.
\"Love you, too,\" the other teen replied, nipping at the exposed dove-
white neck even as one hand trailed down to tease at the brunette\'s
entrance.
A short, sharp cry escaped the green-eyed boi, followed quickly by a
low moan as two fingers slid easily into his body. He rocked his hips,
panting softly as he dragged his lover into a deep needy kiss.
\"Onegai...\" he whispered/moaned, \"I need... I want....\"
\"Tell me,\" came the reply, punctuated by the addition of a third finger
and several sharp thrusts that hit his sweet spot each time. \"Tell me
what you want, Trowa.\"
\"O-onegai... I need... I want... please....\"
A crash from outside caused Trowa to sitightight in bed. He blinked
for a moment in confusion, then swore quietly in Spanish and French
both as he realized he\'d been dreaming.
Again.
This realization was quickly followedthe the realization that he was
painfully aroused. A groan of frustration slipped from his throat as
he fell back onto the bed. There was no way in hell he\'d get back to
sleep this evening unless something was done to remedy the situation,
and *fast*.
\"God damn it,\" he whispered, cursing himself for a fool. \"I am so
damned weak... he\'d never want me....\"
He knew that his fascination with the Chinese pilot was out of hand
even before the boi had starhaunhaunting his wet dreams. Now, though,
he got hard just being in the same room as Wufei.
And he had the same dream every night. Although most of the time he
actually *finished* it and woke up covered in sweat and cum.
\"Shit,\" he hissed again, knowing from experience that his erection
wasn\'t just going to go away on its own. One long-fingered hand
reached down and wrapped around his arousal, dragging a soft moan from
his throat. He closed his eyes, allowing his imagination to pick up
where his dream had left off.
In his mind\'s eye, he could still see Wufei, naked and sweaty and
extremely aroused. It was *his* hand that was wrapped around him so
intimately, stroking him even as he trailed his fingertips along
Trowa\'s skin. The brunette moaned softly, bringing his other hand up
to toy with one pale nipple, squeezing lightly even as his other hand
pulled at his cock.
He drew his fingertips to his mouth, licking and sucking at his fingers
as he had Wufei\'s length so many times in his dreams, wetting them
thoroughly before trailing them down his body to tease at his hidden
opening. He bit his lip, then hissed softly as he eased one slender
finger into his body. Both hands moved in unison, one strg hig his
firm arousal and the other thrusting within his trembling form. A
second and third finger soon joined the other two, and his motions
became more frantic.
Trowa whimpered and sobbed, hating himself for his weakness yet
enjoying the sensations wracking his form. He picked up his pace
again, crying out sharply as he managed to hit *that* spot within
himself. He focused on hitting his sweet spot and began to stroke
himself faster, harder, knowing that he was approaching the edge....
A sharp scream escaped him as he came almost violently, his milky white
essence spilling out over his still-pumping hand and splashing against
his chest. A few tears slipped down his face as he pulled his fingers
free from his body and pumped his flagging erection a couple more times
before rolling over onto his side. He buried his face against the
pillow, wiping away his tears.
\"Pervert,\" he chided himself, sleep beginning to drift over him. \"Sick
bastard,\" he mumbled again before drifting into a dreamless sleep.
Unbeknownst to Trowa Barton, a silent figure had watched him drive
himself to the brink... one who had harbored a secret desire for the
slender pilot and had jerked himself off just watching him. The lithe
figure sighed softly and pulled his pants back into place before
pressing one caramel-colored hand to the glass of the balcony door.
\"Oh, Trowa,\" Wufei whispered to the boi sleeping beyond the glass, \"if
only I could tell you....\"
~*~*~
owari
~*~*~
Oh my God, did I write that?!?! *runs away to hide from the list*
Author: Ryoko 03
Started: May 2001
Status: Complete
Disclaimers: I don\'t own Gundam Wing or any of the characters. Hell,
if they knew what I was about to do with Trowa here, I\'d be sued so
fast my head would spin!
Warnings: Lime and masturbation. And no, I can\'t believe I\'m frickin\'
writing this, either!
Pairing: 5x3; 3x3 [Trowa: *massive sweatdrop* I hate you]; ?x?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Stress Relief
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hot kisses trailed over pale skin. Slender fingertips memorized
muscular shoulders. Legs twined together, bodies rocked against one
another in passion and need.
\"Love you,\" the taller form whispered, tilting his head back to allow
his lover to lap at his throat.
\"Love you, too,\" the other teen replied, nipping at the exposed dove-
white neck even as one hand trailed down to tease at the brunette\'s
entrance.
A short, sharp cry escaped the green-eyed boi, followed quickly by a
low moan as two fingers slid easily into his body. He rocked his hips,
panting softly as he dragged his lover into a deep needy kiss.
\"Onegai...\" he whispered/moaned, \"I need... I want....\"
\"Tell me,\" came the reply, punctuated by the addition of a third finger
and several sharp thrusts that hit his sweet spot each time. \"Tell me
what you want, Trowa.\"
\"O-onegai... I need... I want... please....\"
A crash from outside caused Trowa to sitightight in bed. He blinked
for a moment in confusion, then swore quietly in Spanish and French
both as he realized he\'d been dreaming.
Again.
This realization was quickly followedthe the realization that he was
painfully aroused. A groan of frustration slipped from his throat as
he fell back onto the bed. There was no way in hell he\'d get back to
sleep this evening unless something was done to remedy the situation,
and *fast*.
\"God damn it,\" he whispered, cursing himself for a fool. \"I am so
damned weak... he\'d never want me....\"
He knew that his fascination with the Chinese pilot was out of hand
even before the boi had starhaunhaunting his wet dreams. Now, though,
he got hard just being in the same room as Wufei.
And he had the same dream every night. Although most of the time he
actually *finished* it and woke up covered in sweat and cum.
\"Shit,\" he hissed again, knowing from experience that his erection
wasn\'t just going to go away on its own. One long-fingered hand
reached down and wrapped around his arousal, dragging a soft moan from
his throat. He closed his eyes, allowing his imagination to pick up
where his dream had left off.
In his mind\'s eye, he could still see Wufei, naked and sweaty and
extremely aroused. It was *his* hand that was wrapped around him so
intimately, stroking him even as he trailed his fingertips along
Trowa\'s skin. The brunette moaned softly, bringing his other hand up
to toy with one pale nipple, squeezing lightly even as his other hand
pulled at his cock.
He drew his fingertips to his mouth, licking and sucking at his fingers
as he had Wufei\'s length so many times in his dreams, wetting them
thoroughly before trailing them down his body to tease at his hidden
opening. He bit his lip, then hissed softly as he eased one slender
finger into his body. Both hands moved in unison, one strg hig his
firm arousal and the other thrusting within his trembling form. A
second and third finger soon joined the other two, and his motions
became more frantic.
Trowa whimpered and sobbed, hating himself for his weakness yet
enjoying the sensations wracking his form. He picked up his pace
again, crying out sharply as he managed to hit *that* spot within
himself. He focused on hitting his sweet spot and began to stroke
himself faster, harder, knowing that he was approaching the edge....
A sharp scream escaped him as he came almost violently, his milky white
essence spilling out over his still-pumping hand and splashing against
his chest. A few tears slipped down his face as he pulled his fingers
free from his body and pumped his flagging erection a couple more times
before rolling over onto his side. He buried his face against the
pillow, wiping away his tears.
\"Pervert,\" he chided himself, sleep beginning to drift over him. \"Sick
bastard,\" he mumbled again before drifting into a dreamless sleep.
Unbeknownst to Trowa Barton, a silent figure had watched him drive
himself to the brink... one who had harbored a secret desire for the
slender pilot and had jerked himself off just watching him. The lithe
figure sighed softly and pulled his pants back into place before
pressing one caramel-colored hand to the glass of the balcony door.
\"Oh, Trowa,\" Wufei whispered to the boi sleeping beyond the glass, \"if
only I could tell you....\"
~*~*~
owari
~*~*~
Oh my God, did I write that?!?! *runs away to hide from the list*