The balls are the best | By : Lisachan Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6176 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Summary:
Quatre, Trowa and Wufei have invited Duo and Heero over for some ‘fun’ in their
apartment.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: toys, language, yaoi, lemon, slavery, bondage, mild humor. That’s it,
I think.
Disclaimer: The Gundam Boys are not mine, they’re just free to use my mind as a
hentai playground.
Pairings: A bit of everything. Eventually 1x2x3x4x5
Author’s note: After about 5 months, I have finally finished the sequel to
“Bath time”. It’s kinda long. But it has a bit of everything, from bondage to multiple orgasms ^_~. I also changed
the title from “Boys and toys” to “The balls are the best”. Enjoy! Hope it was
worth the wait.
Thank you Shennie for the beta reading!
The
balls are the best
Duo
went ahead of Heero. His cock had demanded so. And he always listened to his cock.
He knocked and waited for the door to open.
No
reaction.
Frowning,
he unabashedly plastered his ear against the door (hey, two can play the game
of eavesdropping), and heard moaning and sucking noises. He decided to resort
to yelling. “Hey, you guys! Stop eating each other’s faces off and lemme the
fuck in!” he shouted, pounding harder on the door. “Don’t you start without us!
I dare ya!” He yelped as the door was suddenly and forcefully jerked open and
he tumbled neatly into the arms of one particularly energetic Arabian.
“What’s
up, Duo?” Quatre chuckled.
Duo
looked up, noticing joyfully that the lovely boy was already completely in his
birthday suit and had a very enticing sex gloss over his slender body. His hair
was a bit mussed, his lips swollen and moist. Little drops of saliva were
glistening on that rosy flesh and Duo wanted nothing more than to lick them
away. “Oh, there’s something very much ‘up’, my dear Quatre,” he smirked,
quickly regaining his composure. Pushing his robe-covered groin up against
Quatre’s stomach, he let his tongue dart out to taste the sweet droplets on
Quatre’s lips.
Quatre
smiled and gave a soft moan as he felt Duo’s hard cock pressing against his
stomach. Opening rapidly clouding eyes, he noticed the messed up state of Duo’s
hair and awkwardly plucked at it. It was still moist, but not in its tidy usual
braid, quite the contrary. It was loose, littered with tangles and only half
rinsed out. “What happened to your hair?” he asked.
“Forget
about my hair,” Duo growled, taking the boy’s lips in a demanding kiss and
thrusting his hips impatiently. “Let’s fuck.”
Whilst
Trowa’s tongue was enthusiastically swirling around Wufei’s nipple, his ears
had been following the conversation going on between his lover and Duo and his
head snapped up at Duo’s last words. “Wufei?” he said. “Did Duo just say
“Forget about my hair”?”
“Affirmative,”
Wufei panted, tugging Trowa’s head back down to his chest. “He must be *very*
horny.”
Trowa
grimaced. "Affirmative? Can’t you just say ‘yes’ instead of
‘affirmative’?” he grunted. “We’re not on a battlefield, you know.”
“I’m
sorry, force of habit I guess,” Wufei grinned sheepishly.
“Well,
break that habit. The Gundams are destroyed, fighting days are over, so no need
for that formal stuff anymore.”
“Trowa?”
“Yeah?”
“Why
are we having this conversation?”
“No
idea.”
They
turned their attention back to Duo and Quatre who were providing a much more
entertaining scene. Duo was still molesting Quatre’s mouth with his own, alternating
between pushing his tongue in and lapping at his lips. His hands were gently
kneading Quatre’s buttocks and his hips were rocking. They could see his cock
peeking out, red and frustrated, where Quatre had fumbled the sash of the robe
open with deft little fingers. Trowa loved those fingers, those hands. They
were small, but very skilled and they knew exactly where all his sensitive
spots were situated. He loved the moans coming from his mouth too. They were
loud now, overdone, but they turned him on nevertheless.
They
barely caught the soft, almost timid knocking on the door. Trowa hurried to
open it and met Heero on the other side, carrying an arm full of strange -
interesting - objects.
“Heero,”
Trowa said simply. “Come in.”
Heero
gingerly stepped inside, as if walking on hot coals, and looked around the
apartment like it was the first time he'd been there, even though he frequently
visited. The apartment was equally as big as his and Duo's, but furnished in a
much more luxurious style. On the walls were 500 dollar artworks, and the couch
was made from real Italian leather. The carpet he was walking on was hand
woven, and pleasantly soft under his feet.
It
eluded him when *that* had become the most important thing in his focus at that
moment. He felt his inhibitions rapidly coming back, and he wondered why they
had to come back *now*.
His
eyes stopped on their journey through the apartment and locked onto his
boyfriend, who was by no means suffering from inhibitions. He was naked now,
extremely horny and only a second away from throwing Quatre down and nailing
him into the hand woven carpet. And he was pretty sure Quatre wouldn’t have
minded at all; if his delighted moans were any indication.
“Duo…”
Heero croaked. He felt his heart shrink a bit to see him kissing and humping up
against someone else.
A
jubilant song was singing in the back of Duo’s head. Ah, life definitely was
good. Striking looks, athletic body and four boys eager to fuck the hell out of
him, starting with a very responsive Quatre.
Just
as he was about to take the boy through to the bedroom, an almost miserable
voice interrupted the happy song in his head. He turned around and mentally
kicked himself when he saw the flash of pain in Heero’s eyes. Stupid hormones
always overruled his mind!
“Heero,”
he said, pacing over to him. “You… You’re still okay with this, aren't you?”
Heero
sucked his lips between his teeth and doubtfully looked around, looking very
small and insecure all of a sudden. That couldn’t be a good sign.
“Please
tell me you’re still okay with this,” Duo pleaded, grabbing Heero’s shoulders.
“I
don’t know, Duo. It’s all good and fun when you're just talking about it, but
when it’s for real… I… I don’t want to anymore.”
“What?!
Why?!” Duo cried.
“You
seemed to be having so much fun with Quatre. It was like you had totally
forgotten about me. I’m afraid if we go through with this that I will lose you,
and I don’t want that, not now I finally have you.” He bowed his head closer
and nuzzled Duo’s neck. “So come back home with me, and we’ll make love, okay?”
“No!”
Duo shouted. “You just said it yourself, Heero, Quatre and I were having fun
and that’s the keyword here, Hee-chan. Please don’t doubt my feelings for you.
Nothing runs as deep as my love for you, and you won’t lose me; hell I’m gonna
be nailing your ass for the rest of your days, baby. So, come with us to the
bedroom and we’ll have the best fun of our lives.” Duo almost scrunched up his
nose at his own words. Ugh, how sappy was that! But he knew it was all about
emotions with Heero, so it couldn’t be sappy enough.
“No,”
Heero said, putting his foot down, even if it was Duo. He turned to head back
for the door, but found Trowa’s face and the rest of his naked - and admittedly
gorgeous - body blocking his way.
“Getting
cold feet, Yuy?”
Before
Heero could answer, he felt a pinch in his butt, and he yelped. The toys fell
to the thick carpet with soft little thuds.
“Wufei!”
he cried indignantly.
Then
someone snagged his robe off, leaving him stark naked and embarrassed. And
strangely, excited.
“Quatre!”
“Each
take a limb!” he heard Duo say to his left.
“Wha…?”
Strong hands grabbed either a leg or an arm, and his wild floundering wasn’t
enough to stop them from dragging him to the bedroom. He was thrown onto a
luxurious and very large, four poster bed. His wrists were pinned above his
head and he heard a soft click. Soft, tiger pattern plush caressed his wrists
and he found he could no longer move his hands.
Oh, perfect! The only thing missing! he
thought. Naked, horny and now handcuffed.
“Ah,
lovely,” Quatre grinned, satisfied. “Now we're almost ready to start, just as
soon as Duo gets here with the toys.”
“I’m
here,” Duo cried merrily, skidding around the corner with the toys Heero had dropped
and depositing them on the bed. “Let’s see what my cute boyfriend brought us.”
He started rummaging through them, the other three boys gathering around him
with curious eyes. His face lit up as he found what he needed and he proudly
held it up in the air. “This, gentlemen, is known as ‘Stiff’n Stay’. It’s a
revolutionary cream that guarantees a rock hard cock for hours, even after you
cum.”
“Wow,
cool,” Quatre enthused, taking the tube from Duo and studying it. “Trowa, we
have to get a few of these.”
“Yes,
we do, honey. Now, rub it on your dick,” Trowa humored his boyfriend
impatiently.
Quatre
sneaked his arms around his boyfriend and wiggled up against him. “Would you
put it on me?” he breathed.
Trowa
growled deep in his throat and obediently kneeled down. He reached his hand up
for Quatre to squirt some of the cream onto and started massaging it into
Quatre’s skin, licking at his balls as he did so.
Quatre
gave soft little cries of joy at the sensation of Trowa’s tongue on his balls
and the occasional brushing of his hair along the underside of his cock. As
much as he'd already had this done to him, he could never get enough of it, and
he was soon lost in his own little world of pleasure.
Duo
and Wufei were watching from a short distance away. They had subconsciously
grabbed each other’s hand and squeezed gently. Duo could feel his mouth
starting to water and swallowed. His cock reacted most strongly at the display.
It jumped up, demanding action. His hungry eyes strayed to the creamy globes of
flesh at the top of Quatre’s thighs, the crevice separating them. He let go of
Wufei’s hand and let his legs follow the path his eyes were drawing him to. He
gracefully dropped to his knees and, parting the pale cheeks, swiped his tongue
across the pink entrance.
Quatre’s
eyes snapped open when he was suddenly licked from behind too. He cried out in
delight and grabbed Trowa’s head for support. The tube of ‘Stiff’n Stay’ fell
to the ground and he reached behind with his other hand to feel who was there.
The wet hair and remnants of shampoo told him it was Duo. He instinctively
spread his legs a little wider and gently rocked his hips in a rolling motion.
“Oh…
Shit, so good,” he moaned. His teeth clamped down on his lower lip and he felt
his knees rapidly losing strength. It wouldn’t take long before he would
succumb if they kept it up like that.
Wufei
found himself enthralled by the erotic display the three boys were performing
before him. Quatre moved with such an easy grace, making him wonder how long he
and Trowa had actually been active on any sexual level, obviously way before
their friends knew about it. His skin was starting to gleam with sweat, the
blonde hair on his forehead was slowly becoming moist, and started to cling to
his forehead. Trowa and Duo were savoring him like a gourmet meal. If he looked
at the right angle he could see Duo’s tongue prodding gently at Quatre’s
entrance. The mere sight made him want to moan, and he did, quite loudly. His
eyes traveled further along Duo’s body. The strong muscles shifted subtly under
the smooth skin. Hands rested lightly on the side of Quatre’s buttocks while
his thumbs held open the way to that sweet pucker. His hips rolled gently along
with Quatre, fucking some imaginary mouth, or ass, or anything that would feel
good. His cock hung lonely between his legs in a way that made Wufei want to
grab him and slowly make him go out of his mind with pleasure.
Then
his mind reminded him that he was right in the middle of an orgy, and there was
nothing stopping him from doing exactly that.
Finally, his
libido grumbled. Took you long enough to
figure it out. So come on and grab him, tiger!
“Yeah,”
Wufei mumbled to himself, feeling his feet moving over the plush carpet and
toward Duo’s exquisite rear. He knelt and reached down between Duo’s legs,
grinning as the beautiful youth’s head shot up and gasped, though it was
quickly pushed back by Quatre’s hand which was still resting there.
“Duo,
don’t stop,” the petite blonde said amongst little hiccups of pleasure.
Duo
returned to his task with a vigor that made Quatre’s voice rise an octave or
two. He was rocking his hips into Wufei’s hand now. Oh, how he liked having his
dick caressed. Soft butterfly kisses trailed gently along his spine, and he
sighed with contentment. He liked that too. He liked everything that felt good,
he liked to be drowned in sensations, liked to writhe and moan while he was
torturously driven to insanity.
Wufei
was doing a great job granting his silent wishes.
Movement
to the left of him caught his eye and he saw Wufei’s hand reaching for the
seemingly, forgotten tube.
Wufei
grabbed the tube and, just for a moment, let go of Duo’s proud cock to squirt
some of the aromatic cream on his fingertips. Then he went back to teasing and
massaging.
He
looked back again as he noticed Trowa’s hand reaching out to him, and he
squirted some onto his fingers too.
Trowa
was still enthusiastically sucking away at Quatre’s balls. The blonde was very
responsive. Idly he wondered if he could catch this on audio and then walk
around with in his walkman.
And
why not?!
But,
fuck, why didn’t he think of this earlier? Yeah, this was, in fact, quite
brilliant. Driving around in his car with a moaning and begging Quatre blasting
from the speakers would be far better than the same old crap on the radio.
Oh
no, that couldn’t be healthy. Masturbating behind the wheel while driving. That
would surely result in an accident.
Still,
he was very tempted to do just that, catch Quatre on audio, if not now, then
some other time. It was a very enticing thought and extremely arousing. His
cock thought so too and reminded him of its neglected state with angry little
throbs. He consoled it with some gentle fondling and briefly raised his head,
gasping. It was then that he saw Wufei grappling for the tube on the ground and
he held out his hand, waiting for Wufei to take the hint. Once his fingers were
covered, he languidly began massaging himself with the cream, the other hand
still dutifully rubbing at Quatre’s swollen organ.
“Ah…
T-Trowa, go… Oohhnn,” Quatre breathed. His breath hitched, his panting became
ragged and Trowa knew those signs very well. He glanced up, just in time to see
Quatre’s face contorting in sweet ecstasy. Quickly he lay the tip of Quatre’s
cock on his tongue, and with a last twitch and a piercing cry, Quatre spilled
himself all over Trowa’s lips and chin.
Quatre’s
grip tightened in both Trowa and Duo’s hair. The black void behind his closed
eyelids lit up in a bright world of swirling colors and lights. His seed was
wrenched from his cock in a hot stream, landing wherever it felt like.
Duo
backed away a bit when he felt Quatre’s hole contracting spasmodically under
his touch, and he looked up to see how the beautiful blonde soared through his
orgasm. Wufei’s hand was still on his cock, slick with the cream now, but
slower than before, letting him know that he was enjoying the view as well.
And
a very beautiful view it was.
Quatre’s
cum was dripping from Trowa’s lips and chin, almost invitingly so, and before
Trowa even got the chance to lick it off, Duo had swooped in and kissed him,
taking every trace of Quatre’s essence along.
“Hmm…
sweet,” he murmured, licking his lips and smiling at Trowa.
The
great Heero Yuy was sobbing again. Cries of misery and plaintive hiccups of
abandon. At least his mind was. His mouth rather, was throwing threats and
insults around. Yep, he believed he had reached the ultimate level of horniness
now.
“Hey,
you bunch of idiots! You think this is fun, huh? Having your own little way
while I’m lying here handcuffed to the headboard!? I swear, if someone doesn’t
uncuff me right this instant then I fear the consequences won’t be pretty!!”
Perhaps it was the pain of jealousy slashing at his heart, to see his beloved
in an erotic ensemble with his three best friends, or perhaps it was rather the
definite sting of being left on the outside. He decided it must’ve been the
last one. His cock ached, his loins burned. During the whole event, he had been
writhing on the bed, moaning out his desires, thrusting his hips against
nothing but thin air, but never letting his eyes leave the scene. He had
valiantly fought the battle to not let himself be carried away with this, but
was defeated with a pathetic ease once Duo knelt behind Quatre and started
rimming him.
Duo
chuckled and gave Quatre a little tap on his left buttock by way of temporary
good bye. He laughed out loud when the little blonde gave a small yelp, resting
in Trowa’s arms. After his orgasm, he had sunk to his knees and become very
sensitive to any form of stimulation. Heero’s tirade only made him laugh
harder. He got up and advanced towards the bed with sultry, provocative swings
of his hips. Seeing Heero’s current state, tied up and extremely vulnerable, he
though his lover was hardly in the position to make such threats, and so he
would play, just a while longer.
Punish.
Punish
his naughty little cum slut.
“What
is it, Hee-chan?” Duo smirked, stalking over to his boyfriend. “Are you
jealous? Do you want to have some fun with Quatre too?”
Heero
didn’t speak, but had just established the deadliest of glares.
Duo
lowered his head, letting his lips ghost just out of reach of Heero’s wanton
lips. “Quatre tastes good.” He laughed, softly and breathily, staring into
Heero’s eyes. “You should try him.”
It
was piteous, really. Heero was already at the point of gargling. “Eh?” His
mouth opened almost of its own volition when Duo gently pulled his chin down
with his thumb. A tongue, long, hot and tasty, pressed against his own, and he
could indeed taste a hint of Quatre’s semen.
Duo
let his tongue explore Heero’s mouth with a deliberate slowness, letting him
taste as much of Quatre as possible, while he pushed Heero’s legs open with his
knees. It spite of Heero’s stubborn behavior, his legs parted remarkably easy.
He wanted to keep on kissing Heero for ever, his lips were so warm and soft,
his mouth so hot and tasty. But his lungs screamed for oxygen, and so he
stopped.
Heero
lay gulping for air as well. For a moment there, he thought Duo was actually
trying to push his lips through his face and literally shove his tongue down
his throat. “You’re right,” he panted. “I have to admit that Quatre does have
tasty swimmers.” Or was it just Duo himself that tasted so damn fine?
Duo
smiled at that, and Heero smiled back.
“But
I still hate you for leaving me here, all tied up.”
Now,
he shouldn’t have said that and the horny devil knew it. “You hate me, do you?”
Duo murmured, wickedly.
“Uhu,”
Heero nodded. He knew he was provoking Duo again. But that’s just what he
wanted.
“Then
maybe I will have to punish you for that?”
Oh yeah, punish me, baby! Heero’s
mind sang subconsciously. “You think?”
“Yes.
Punish you very *hard*!” Duo timed the last word with a vicious thrust of his
pelvis against Heero’s groin, and he laughed at Heero’s plaintive yell and the
jerk of his hands in their plush cuffs.
“Who
am I, Hee-chan?” Duo said in that low, husky voice that could make Heero
shudder.
But
Heero was too confused for any physical reaction other than frowning
suspiciously at the moment. “Who are you? What the fuck kind of question is
that?” he snapped.
Duo
decided to let this little insolence pass by. Things would get so much more
amusing. He tutted and gently shook his head. “Don’t ask questions, Hee-chan.
Just answer me. Who am I?”
Heero
shook his shoulders in some form of shrugging. “Duo,” he said, self-evidently
and immediately saw a flicker in Duo’s eyes that he wasn’t sure he liked. He also
wasn’t sure if he liked him for raising his legs, exposing his ass.
“Wrong
answer,” Duo growled, and proceeded by spanking Heero on the right cheek, quick
and short, but hard enough.
“Ah!
Duo! What are you doing?!” Heero yelped, his eyes flying open in surprise.
“Who
am I, Heero?”
What the hell is that idiot getting at? Heero
wondered. “D-Duo. Duo Maxwell.”
Another
tap. Another yelp. “Try again.”
Heero
didn’t recognize the look in Duo’s eyes, the slight curling of his upper lip
into a primitive, pure sexual grin, didn’t know it was the same look from in
the bathtub just a while ago. But he did start to recognize the tone in his
voice.
“M…
master?” he whispered carefully, fearing more spanking. He started when Duo suddenly
clapped his hands, slowly, almost victoriously.
“*That’s*
the word I wanted to hear. Good boy, Hee-chan.”
Heero
swallowed. This wasn’t over yet, he knew it, he saw it. Duo still had something
up his sleeve.
“From
now on, you will call me master.”
“Y-yes,
master,” Heero nodded. Maybe it was pathetic to give in so soon. But over the
last hour, he had come to find out that complete submission was the key to
ultimate pleasure and so he decided to throw all his principles out of the
proverbial window, and do just that; submit to Duo; and if he had to, those
three other sex crazed idiots too that were staring at them.
At
least they were damn sexy idiots.
His
eyes raked over Duo, hungry in spite of his slavery state. He was so beautiful,
such perfection. Strong, young chest muscles under a skin of shining ivory.
Supple arms, hands with the capability of sweet torture. Long, powerful legs
that held the evidence of occasional work outs. All topped off with a waft of
the bath foam he’d used and he knew at that moment that it wasn't only
fantasies that were perfect.
Let’s
not talk about the hair for the moment.
He’d
never dreamt it possible to someday feel that soft skin under his fingertips,
hold that strong body in his arms…
Have
his smoldering cock between his legs.
Duo
contemplated if he should start what he was planning. He could make this a lot
more fun. Rumor said that Trowa and Quatre did bondage, right? And rumors were
right, so Trowa had said.
“Hey
guys,” he said, turning his head. He almost had to laugh at the enthralled
expression on the faces of the three boys. “Do you have any ropes?”
“Ropes?!”
Heero yelled.
Quatre
blinked. He realized that his mouth was hanging open, and he quickly shut it.
He also realized that he had started stroking Trowa’s cock, Trowa was jerking
him off, and from the corner of his eye he noticed Wufei humping up against
Trowa’s backside.
“Rope?
Why, of course we have rope. Trowa’s a bondage freak,” he chuckled.
“Trowa?
Really?” Duo frowned, feigning surprise.
“Oh
yeah. Seeing me tied up and defenseless makes him all hot and worked up.”
“Shut
up. Quatre’s a cum addict,” Trowa grumbled in his defense.
“Quatre?
Why you don't say.” This time Duo was really surprised.
“You
wouldn’t believe it,” Trowa nodded, walking over to the closet and opening it. “He’s addicted to cum. He says it’s the
best thing in the world.”
“But
it’s a good addiction.” Quatre grinned and followed his boyfriend, settling
behind him as Trowa kneeled to get the ropes, and gently nudged the head of his
cock between Trowa’s cheeks. “A very pleasurable one, right Trowa?”
Trowa
purred with the attention of his little friend. This position made him very
reluctant to get up again. “Yes, it is, little one. Here, will you take Duo
these ropes?”
“Okay,”
Quatre chirped, straightening. When he turned again, he saw that Wufei had
joined Heero and Duo on the bed, handing Duo the tube of cream and applying a
bit to his own cock too. He heard Duo saying something about “He will need it,”
and could only guess what he had in mind for the poor boy.
“Here
you go, Duo,” he said with a sunny face, sitting himself next to Duo on the
bed.
Duo
made short work of massaging the cream into Heero’s cock, much to Heero’s
disappointment, and eagerly took the ropes. “Thanks Quat. Wanna help?”
“Sure.”
“Duo,
what are you?… Stop that!! Quatre!” Heero hollered when ropes were wound around
his knees. “I swear, if I get out of this I will strangle you with my own bare
hands, both of you!”
“Hee-chan,
you be a good boy now, otherwise I will have to get the chastity belt and there
will be no more fun for you,” Duo sang, ignoring any further threats and
carelessly continuing with tying the rope to the headboard. He heard a soft
chuckle from Quatre at his right. “And call me master.”
“You
have a chastity belt?” Trowa asked, joining them on the bed, a box in his lap.
“Well,
sometimes I like the idea of me being the only one who has… ehm… access to
him,” Duo explained, interested in the box, but not paying attention to it for
now.
“Eh
Duo, I don’t mean to burst your bubble, but right now we *all* have access to
him.”
“I
said sometimes.”
It
unnerved Heero to no end that they were talking about him like he was an
object, a big, giant, living toy himself, something they could use and exploit.
And yet he could do nothing about it, except for coming up with more vicious
threats and louder shouts, which of course were ignored, by all of them.
Duo
frowned when he saw Wufei studying the tube of cream. Really now, there was
Heero, spread open and ready to be abused, and the tube was all he was
interested in? “Something wrong, Wuffles?”
“Yeah,
I was wondering. Once this cream is applied… Can you still give head? I mean,
it won’t lose its effect?”
“No,
don’t worry. It’s not toxic and you only have to give it a few minutes to
penetrate the skin. Afterwards, you’re free to do whatever you want,” Duo
smiled.
“How
do you even know that stuff works?!” Heero snarled, the words spat out
venomously.
It
only took a glance from Duo to Quatre’s cock to prove his point. “If it
doesn’t, then little Quatre has a remarkably short recovery time.” His
wittiness was answered with icy stabs of Heero’s blue eyes, and he sighed. “You
feel humiliated, don’t you, Hee-chan?”
“Oh,
smartass, aren’t we!” Heero sneered. “Of course I feel humiliated. Look at me!
I’m tied up, and you’re practically inviting everyone to ‘sample’ me! This
isn’t what sex is all about, Duo. It’s about two people who care about each
other and want to share something intimate.”
“Look
Heero, I know that. But we’re not here for a moral lesson. We’re here to have
fun, amongst friends. It’s not our purpose to humiliate you. Or maybe it is,
because that turns us on. But we’re not gonna make fun of you, Hee-chan, I
promise. Right now it’s you who’s tied up, but in a moment it might be me. Our
bout in the bathtub was mind blowing, but there is so much more to discover,
Hee-chan.” Duo leaned over and gently kissed Heero on the lips. “You’re still
so deliciously novice when it comes to carnal pleasure.”
Heero
tore his eyes away from Duo’s face and he looked at the others. Duo was right,
they weren’t looking like they were making fun of him. If anything, they were
solely thanking every heavenly creature for his beauty.
And
thanking Duo for coming up with the idea of tying him up like this,
undoubtedly.
Their
eyes were hungry, burning with desire and he was the one making them look like
this.
The
icy stabs were thawing. Damn persuasive that boy could be. “You’re equally as inexperienced
as I am, you know,” Heero murmured. Yeah. Why not, eh? Why not do this? After
all, who was he kidding here? Didn’t he like the idea of being at someone
else’s mercy? It might in fact turn into something very ‘fun’, as Duo would
say. If only he got to do some torturing too in return.
“That
might be,” Duo grinned. “But I have more toys; and I intend to use them all.”
He sat back now, that ominous glint back in his eyes. “On you.”
Heero
was acutely aware of the lack of saliva in his mouth and a significant increase
of his heartbeat. He might’ve been gargling something too. However, he quickly
regained his control and strove to assume the role of provocative whore.
“So,
are you gonna fuck me now… Master?” Heero asked with a sultry voice. A role in
which he seemed to succeed brilliantly if the gleeful leap of Duo’s cock and
Quatre’s soft whimper were any indication.
Duo
saw the challenge in Heero’s eyes and was all too eager to accept it. “You’d
like that, huh?” he grinned. Of course he would like it. He craved it. But he
wouldn’t do it quite yet.
Heero
watched how Duo settled, sitting on his knees in front of his very exposed ass,
positioning himself for whatever mischief he was going to get up to, and felt
something snap inside. “Wait!” he pleaded.
Duo
seriously had to fight the urge to stop himself from rolling his eyes in
annoyance. Patience was essential here and he didn’t have very much of that!
“What’s wrong, love,” he said, his voice as smooth as he could get it.
“First
say you love me.”
There
was a slightly strangled sound coming from Quatre. “That’s so sweet!” the
little blonde cried. “What are you waiting for, Duo! Say you love him!” he said
with an unceremonial push to Duo’s back.
“There
is no need to push me like that!” Duo jibbed, falling forward onto Heero. He
scrambled up again, bringing his eyes level with Heero's, then smiled. “I love
you, Heero Yuy. With all my heart. I’m yours, forever I belong to you,” he
whispered, kissing him sweetly.
“Are
you turning soft on me, Duo?”
Wait,
was he mocking him now? If he was, he would regret it. “Oh, am I?” he growled,
and took the base of his cock - his *hard* cock, guiding the tip under Heero’s
balls and then he started poking, slicking the skin with his precum that had
started flowing sumptuously to see - hear - Heero like this.
“Oh
god!” Heero gasped, throwing his head back. Damn, that felt good! But he was
poking at the wrong place!
“What
do you want, Hee-chan?”
“Lower…”
“What
Hee-chan?”
Heero’s
head jerked forward again and he felt his fingers curling around the chains of
his hand cuffs. Too - fucking - *good*! his
mind panted. Now Duo had started circling the tip of his penis against the
underside of his balls. “Go… lower,” Heero complained with a broken groan, and
he raised his hips - or so tried to - in a fruitless attempt to draw Duo’s cock
to his waiting entrance.
“You
want me to go lower?”
“Yeah.”
“Why
would I want to go lower?” Duo murmured, while ever so slowly drawing his cock
along the pink skin under Heero’s balls, but returning just before he reached
the flexing hole. His movements were almost leisurely. Fuck, he had finally
discovered his favorite pass-time. Pity it had taken him so long, though. “What
do I have to do there?”
*Oooh*,
if only Heero wasn’t wearing handcuffs! “Fuck me.”
Oh
fucking Christ! Duo believed that his subconscious self had just shot his load.
“Fuck you?”
“Yes!”
Heero nodded desperately, his eyes closed in pleasure, hips urgently rocking
against the teasing tip of Duo’s cock.
“You
want me to screw you?”
“Yes!
Screw me, master,” Heero whimpered.
“I
wanna hear you scream it, Heero.”
“Ah…
master…”
“*Scream*
it, Heero!” Duo ordered.
“Screw
me, master!”
“Louder!”
“SCREW
ME, MASTER!!”
Duo
noticed something flying through the air at the left of him, and he heard a
suspiciously satisfactory sound too. The flying stuff had been cum, the sound a
groan and both were Wufei’s doing. He chuckled. Oh, this was simply priceless.
And he was just getting started.
A
tiny, yet deceptively shrill voice, shrieking in Heero’s head informed him that
there was no more stimulation coming from Duo. He abruptly stopped his shouting
of “Yes, master. More, master,” and snapped his eyes open. To his rapidly
growing dismay, he saw that Duo was
just sitting back and grinning at him. “Du-master! Why did you stop?”
Duo
chuckled again, though there was a hint of malice in his voice this time. “You
have been a very good cum slut, Heero.”
“Then
why…”
“But
you didn’t say please.”
Heero
could’ve cried. He believed that he was already doing that. “Please! Please,
master!” he tried desperately. His cock oozed precum, as if pleading along with
him, he felt it dribbling out of the slit.
But
Duo stayed relentless. “Quatre,” he said, holding Heero’s imploring eyes with
his own.
Silence.
Except
for some wet, sloppy noises at his right and happy purring... and Heero’s
constant whining of course.
“Quatre?”
he said, turning his head and spontaneously moaning. Quatre seemed a little
occupied. With most interesting things. He was nibbling around Trowa’s ear, his
hand enthusiastically fondling Trowa’s groin, while pushing his cock repeatedly
against Trowa’s hip.
“Quatre,”
Duo growled. “Get your tongue out of Trowa’s ear and get over here. I want you
to lick Heero’s balls.”
It
was only with great effort that Quatre managed to haul his mind back to the
here and now. Duo wanted him to do what?
“What
Duo?”
“You
heard me,” Duo said, making a gesture towards Heero with his head. “Lick him.”
Duo’s
authorative demeanor was astounding, Quatre found. But wait. It wouldn’t stay
that way. Things would soon make a drastic u-turn. But not yet. Coz this, this
ought to be fun. Extremely fun.
He
pulled away from the confident warmth of Trowa’s body and shifted so he was
right next to Duo. “You’re one kinky demon, Maxwell,” he murmured in his ear.
Quatre’s
angel breath on his hot skin made Duo shiver. “Kinky doesn’t even come close,”
he said, and pushed the brilliant blonde head down. “Now go. I know you want
to.”
Oh,
did he want to. The descent of his head was accompanied with impish sparkles of
his ocean blue eyes towards Heero, and a very uncanny grin. He opened his mouth,
stuck out his tongue, heard Heero moaning in anticipation.
“Quatre!”
Heero
felt shudders running through him as Duo pushed Quatre’s head down. He moaned
for the pleasure to come and let his eyes fall shut, awaiting the soft touch of
Quatre’s tongue on his balls.
Unnervingly,
it didn’t come.
“Quatre!”
Quatre’s
head swiveled to the right.
“Use
this,” Trowa said.
Quatre
saw Trowa passing a white jar and a feather to him and he took it with a purely
evil smile that made Heero feel positively uncomfortable.
It
had come from Trowa’s box. All of a sudden seemed of vital importance to Duo to
know what else was in that box. He shuffled over to Trowa and bowed over the
box with that typical Maxwell inquisitiveness. “What’s in the box, Tro?” he
said.
“Yeah,
what’s in there, Trowa?” Wufei asked, his interest also piqued.
But
Trowa quickly drew the box towards himself, protectively laying a hand over the
lid. “Are you sure you wanna know?”
“Of
course,” Duo shrugged.
“W-why?
Why are you being so mysterious about it, Trowa?” Wufei stuttered.
Trowa
leaned a bit closer and narrowed his eyes, like he was about to tell some
spooky story. Which he was. Kinda. “Well, maybe it’s like the box of Pandora,”
he said with a muted voice.
Duo
frowned. “The box of panda who?”
“Yeah
Trowa, the box of panda who?” Quatre said suspiciously, pausing in his actions
of coating the feather in the powder from the jar. It was just a box of toys.
“Don’t
you know the story of Pandora?”
Three
breathless heads shook a no.
“Well,
a long time ago, there was a woman named Pandora. She was assigned to guard a
box. It was a very mysterious box, and so her curiosity was roused. She thought
something very beautiful was inside, and she wanted to see what it was and so
her greed took over, and throwing all caution to the winds, she opened the box.
However!”
All
three jumped at the sudden exclamation.
“However,
the box didn’t contain something beautiful, on the contrary. Once it was
opened, it unleashed all forms of suffering and mayhem, raining down on the
unfortunate soul who had yielded to its temptation; namely Pandora.”
The
silence was shocking. The only thing audible was Heero’s hard, labored
breathing. They were simply hanging on Trowa’s every word, marveling at his
intellect.
“Wow,
that was a cool story,” Duo finally said. “But what does it have to do with
your box?”
“Don’t
you get it, you retard?” Wufei yapped. “If you’re too eager to know what’s
inside the box, then crappy stuff will happen to you.”
“Yes,
Duo,” Quatre agreed. “If you don’t want to undergo the same fate as Pandora,
then you have to keep your paws off it.”
“So
the box can only be opened by its rightful owner then?”
“Exactly,”
Trowa nodded.
“Otherwise
I’ll have to face ‘the wrath of the box’?” Duo added theatrically.
“Uhu,”
Quatre grinned. He, evidently, knew what was in the box.
“I’m
willing to take that risk.” He reached for the wretched box, determined to snag
it from Trowa’s possessive hands and it was then that Heero’s frustrated shout
permeated the air.
Forgotten
again! “Hey!” Heero yelled. “What does a person have to do here to get a bit of
attention, other than being splayed open like a rabbit ready for dissection?!”
Quatre
turned his head back to the naked beauty displayed in front of them with a
guilty expression and lifted the feather out of the jar. “Sorry,” he murmured
with a sheepish grin. “I promise to make it up to you, kay?” He lowered the
feather and brushed it over Heero’s darkened balls, leaving behind the powder
that had stuck to the feather. Then he dipped his head and laved the wrinkled
skin with strong and firm licks, making sure he swept every sugary particle
along.
The
verbal abuse of certain religious terms rolled out of Heero’s throat in rapid
succession. More powder was applied, lower this time and Heero felt the feather
tickling around his entrance. Quatre’s tongue followed, again, cleaning his
heated skin with gusto, and accordingly, more profanities were sent through the
air. He pulled hard at the chains of his cuffs when Quatre’s tongue tried to
pry his entrance open, and pulled again when Quatre gently pushed inside,
making the headboard shake.
Duo
gaped at them, definitely drooling and panting lightly. “Trowa, I hope that
headboard’s made of solid steel.”
“Uhu,”
Trowa nodded, equally as mesmerized. “It is.”
“Good.”
“Speaking
of solid steel,” Wufei said, staring significantly at Heero’s cock, and crawled
over to it. It looked so lonely on his stomach. So very tempting. Too tempting.
He grabbed it and moved his hand up and down.
This
brought a very interesting idea to Trowa’s head. His hand dove into the box,
rummaged around a bit, then came back out with a small foil package. “Duo,
maybe you’d care to try this on him?” he said, offering Duo the package.
Duo,
with some reluctance, looked at the object in Trowa’s hand, and raised confused
eyes. “A condom? Why? We’re all negative, aren’t we?”
“Yes,”
Trowa nodded. “But it’s not a regular one, it's flavored.”
Duo’s
face brightened up at this little detail. “Cool! I’ve never tried that. Kinda
hard to suck myself off, eh. By the way, that powder. Very fascinating,” he
said, while taking the condom from Trowa’s hand and ripping the foil open.
“Where did you get it?”
“The
Internet,” Trowa shrugged as a matter of course.
“Really?
I’ve already visited lots of sites, but I’ve never come across that.”
“It’s
in the edible section. You should check it out sometimes. It’s a hoot.”
“Really?”
“Hey
ladies!” Wufei interrupted their chattering. “Rather check *this* out.”
They
followed Wufei’s eyes and noticed several things. One of them was that Quatre
was still joyfully poking his tongue in and out of Heero, and that Wufei was
still fiercely sliding his hand up and down Heero’s cock. More interesting
however, was the tone of Heero’s voice, high, loud and very erotic, the
spasmodically clawing of his fingers against his chains, the tensing of his
thighs, the curling of his toes. He was on the very brink of orgasm.
“No
no no!” Duo yelled. “Not yet!”
Heero
liked to believe sometimes that he had complete control over himself. His body,
his reactions, his hormones. Even while having sex.
Bullshit,
of course.
His
body jerked, his hands strained against the - fortunately - plush cuffs; he was
sweating, felt extremely hot with no water around to cool him down this time.
The alternatively soft and then piercing tongue of Quatre and the fantastically
stroking hand of Wufei brought him to the edge of heaven, making him swear each
time, encouraging the next.
“Aahnn,
Wufei. Don’t stop!” he cried, rather plaintively. “So good… Quatre! Qua…
Qua-ah… ah! Ah!” He felt that burning tidal wave coming up again, waiting for
that last spark to consume him. “Go on! Go *on*!”
But
his pestering boyfriend wouldn’t allow that. He brutally pushed the two boys
away and elbowed his way in between them.
Everything
was suddenly gone again, and Heero could not have repeated the blasphemies he
uttered at that moment. His hands were itching to grab something, preferably
someone’s throat. And then he would squeeze so *hard*! Now who…?
“Duo!”
three frustrated voices complained.
“You’re
such a sport spoil, Maxwell!” Wufei yelled.
“Yeah,
he was about to come!” Trowa added.
“I
thought it couldn’t do any harm with that cream we used!” Quatre groused.
“I
know Quat. But, my horny little friends,” Duo said with an air. “It’s gonna get
a lot more amusing.”
To
be continued…
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