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Gundam Wing/AC › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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20
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4,123
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21
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The missing shirt
A/N; this is still last chapter, and it wasn’t even supposed to exist, but I had some problem with updating on another page so I got bored and wrote some more, and ah, well…
It is extremely short.
Chapter eight
Part two;
The missing shirt
He lifted his head and looked down at the young Chinaman lying atop of his chest. It was the boy who was cuddling up against him, wasn’t it? Then Zechs wouldn’t be doing something wrong if he held him? Touched him?
…Right?
He let his left arm encircle the small man’s waist, lifting his light weight further up his body so that Wufei’s head lay rested over his collarbone instead of his chest.
The boy sighed, but the uncomfortable grip he had over the blond man’s ribs eased to almost nothing. That made Zechs smile, pleased with himself for not thinking of this when he wanted the youth off him.
He shifted the small Chinese’s arms so that he could remove that uncomfortable lying nightshirt, which the youth had promptly decided on wearing over his dark pajama bottoms.
The tall blond had hated that piece of clothing ever since the first time he had laid his eyes on it. That, dress, as he would call it covered up Wufei’s whole upper body and it reached down to below his mid-thigh! He could have understood if it had been a tee-shirt, but a dress?
He knew that it wasn’t that cold in his bedroom, nor anywhere else inside his apartment, but still the youth had wanted to wear it.
Zechs glanced down at that smooth torso whose skin was so deliberately screaming for somebody to caress it, to devour it in wet kisses.
He let his free hand travel gently over the cool skin, caressing him with long strokes over his sides and back. He hadn’t realized that this was something he missed, just having another body resting against his own. To simply have somebody to touch.
For now that was all he needed, though Wufei was making it very hard not to be tempted to do something more than just touch. His small china doll was giving him the most delicate, even though almost inaudible moans as he moved with that hand that was touching him, at least he hoped that those noises was moans, and that he moved because he liked it.
He had to remember to ask the boy how old he was… That is, before he did something stupid.
To Be Continued…
I told you it was short, didn’t I? Though, I promise that the next one will be longer^^
It is extremely short.
Chapter eight
Part two;
The missing shirt
He lifted his head and looked down at the young Chinaman lying atop of his chest. It was the boy who was cuddling up against him, wasn’t it? Then Zechs wouldn’t be doing something wrong if he held him? Touched him?
…Right?
He let his left arm encircle the small man’s waist, lifting his light weight further up his body so that Wufei’s head lay rested over his collarbone instead of his chest.
The boy sighed, but the uncomfortable grip he had over the blond man’s ribs eased to almost nothing. That made Zechs smile, pleased with himself for not thinking of this when he wanted the youth off him.
He shifted the small Chinese’s arms so that he could remove that uncomfortable lying nightshirt, which the youth had promptly decided on wearing over his dark pajama bottoms.
The tall blond had hated that piece of clothing ever since the first time he had laid his eyes on it. That, dress, as he would call it covered up Wufei’s whole upper body and it reached down to below his mid-thigh! He could have understood if it had been a tee-shirt, but a dress?
He knew that it wasn’t that cold in his bedroom, nor anywhere else inside his apartment, but still the youth had wanted to wear it.
Zechs glanced down at that smooth torso whose skin was so deliberately screaming for somebody to caress it, to devour it in wet kisses.
He let his free hand travel gently over the cool skin, caressing him with long strokes over his sides and back. He hadn’t realized that this was something he missed, just having another body resting against his own. To simply have somebody to touch.
For now that was all he needed, though Wufei was making it very hard not to be tempted to do something more than just touch. His small china doll was giving him the most delicate, even though almost inaudible moans as he moved with that hand that was touching him, at least he hoped that those noises was moans, and that he moved because he liked it.
He had to remember to ask the boy how old he was… That is, before he did something stupid.
To Be Continued…
I told you it was short, didn’t I? Though, I promise that the next one will be longer^^