"Did You Enjoy That...?"
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Gundam Wing/AC › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
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1,049
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1
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Currently Reading:
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"Did You Enjoy That...?"
"Did you enjoy that as much as I did?"
By AndraeaShade
GW is not mine.
________
The rattle of cuffs against the posts. The slight whisper of skin on the silk sheets. The slight gusts of breath. Quietly, a chuckle, as he pulled at his bonds. All of this, he heard in the darkness he was trapped within by a single strip of satin. Goosebumps rose over his skin as a small feather lightly traversed his chest, toying lightly, tauntingly, against his nipples.
A groan escaping his lips was followed by a gasp as a tongue raced over his throst, teased flesh. He felt strong hands run over his stomach, and he desperately sought the name of his captor in his mind.He didn't know, and more interestingly, he didn't care, he just wanted a name to scream. As teeth grazed dark, peaked nipples, his body shook, and he grew even more substantially aroused.
The hands slipped lower, to his hard, sensitive flesh, and stroked expertly, carefully attending to every inch. The mouth, leaving his nipples, found his lips and nibbled, easily entering for a moist, erotic dance of tongues and lips and lust. He pulled at the handcuffs binding him, longing to touch his captor's flesh.
A nip to his lip and a firm squeeze stilled his movements and prompted him to moan. He shook as his muscles tightened, straining for release. He found none as the hands left his hard flesh. He nearly cried as his captor's lips left his, but a quick, light brush of a finger over his lips quieted him. He waited for the next onrush of feelings, as he had for hours in his bound and blinded state.
LEMONY-LIMEY
A few moments later, a gentle hand spread his legs and bent his knees sharply upwards. A groan passed his lips again as a gentle finger entered him, teasing his needs, provoking his already hard groin to stiffen further. A slow, gentle finger joined and pressed harder into him, deeper. Then slow, wet lips enveloped him slowly, and he groaned loudly. Another finger joined the others in their dance with his need as the moist mouth covered him completely.
A retreat of those dancing fingers and those hot lips elicited a groan of need from him. He was silenced quickly by the feel of a hard-on at his opening, and breath over his lips. He sighed as her was entered and rocked his hips forward, encouraging. Lips, now salty, rejoined his as a hand once again controlled him. The rocking of those hips to his was short, rough, and passionate. He felt a release inside him just as he came on the foreign hand.
End Lemony-Limey
A contented smile splayed across his lips as he fell back fully against the sheets once more. His captor's body lifted off of him. He felt the cuffs leave his wrists, and slowly, hesitantly, he removed the satin from before his eyes. Quatre stared up into the eyes of Trowa. He asked, "Did you enjoy that as much as I did?"
By AndraeaShade
GW is not mine.
________
The rattle of cuffs against the posts. The slight whisper of skin on the silk sheets. The slight gusts of breath. Quietly, a chuckle, as he pulled at his bonds. All of this, he heard in the darkness he was trapped within by a single strip of satin. Goosebumps rose over his skin as a small feather lightly traversed his chest, toying lightly, tauntingly, against his nipples.
A groan escaping his lips was followed by a gasp as a tongue raced over his throst, teased flesh. He felt strong hands run over his stomach, and he desperately sought the name of his captor in his mind.He didn't know, and more interestingly, he didn't care, he just wanted a name to scream. As teeth grazed dark, peaked nipples, his body shook, and he grew even more substantially aroused.
The hands slipped lower, to his hard, sensitive flesh, and stroked expertly, carefully attending to every inch. The mouth, leaving his nipples, found his lips and nibbled, easily entering for a moist, erotic dance of tongues and lips and lust. He pulled at the handcuffs binding him, longing to touch his captor's flesh.
A nip to his lip and a firm squeeze stilled his movements and prompted him to moan. He shook as his muscles tightened, straining for release. He found none as the hands left his hard flesh. He nearly cried as his captor's lips left his, but a quick, light brush of a finger over his lips quieted him. He waited for the next onrush of feelings, as he had for hours in his bound and blinded state.
LEMONY-LIMEY
A few moments later, a gentle hand spread his legs and bent his knees sharply upwards. A groan passed his lips again as a gentle finger entered him, teasing his needs, provoking his already hard groin to stiffen further. A slow, gentle finger joined and pressed harder into him, deeper. Then slow, wet lips enveloped him slowly, and he groaned loudly. Another finger joined the others in their dance with his need as the moist mouth covered him completely.
A retreat of those dancing fingers and those hot lips elicited a groan of need from him. He was silenced quickly by the feel of a hard-on at his opening, and breath over his lips. He sighed as her was entered and rocked his hips forward, encouraging. Lips, now salty, rejoined his as a hand once again controlled him. The rocking of those hips to his was short, rough, and passionate. He felt a release inside him just as he came on the foreign hand.
End Lemony-Limey
A contented smile splayed across his lips as he fell back fully against the sheets once more. His captor's body lifted off of him. He felt the cuffs leave his wrists, and slowly, hesitantly, he removed the satin from before his eyes. Quatre stared up into the eyes of Trowa. He asked, "Did you enjoy that as much as I did?"