So Bright
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Gundam Wing/AC › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
993
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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So Bright
So Bright
Characters/Pairing: Trowa/Quatre (ish)
Rating: MA/NC-17
Warnings: autofellatio, language
Notes: Written for The Gundam Wing Anonymous Kink Meme
Prompt: "Trowa sucking himself off..."
Quatre was on TV again, doing another interview with some bland talking head who kept asking him stupid questions. Trowa didn't care about the talking head. Wished the guy would stop interrupting, stop stealing camera time from Quatre. Trowa pulled his chair closer to the television so Quatre's face was larger than life, taking up all his viewing space. The sound of Quatre's voice settled in his flesh. The words didn't matter. It was the voice and that mouth. The soft -- god, Trowa knew they'd be soft -- pinkish peachy lips framing the words. The flicker of the tongue behind the white teeth. The glide of that same tongue across his bottom lip before he laughed, bright. So fucking bright. Soft and bright and fucking gorgeous. Trowa groaned. He was hard again, always hard when he thought about Quatre. Watching Quatre's mouth made Trowa ache to fuck. If he had Quatre here, he'd straddle his face, fuck his mouth, make those lips swell and shine, and he'd come all over Quatre's perfect, pretty face.
Next best thing. Trowa scootched down in the chair to rest his weight on his upper back, brought his hands to his hips to support the weight as he flexed and lifted his legs above himself, flexed some more and slowly brought them down behind his head. Stretch and shift and the head of his cock bumped slick against his chin. The television glowed in his peripheral vision. A glance to the side and he could see the lips he wanted, pretend it was those lips opening around his cock, that tongue slipping over the head.
He reached, stretched and sucked, pulling and pushing his cock into his mouth, thick and full and nearly choking. Balanced now, he moved his hands - one to his balls, one further back. Humming as he sucked - Quatre probably would do it that way - Trowa worked up a steady rhythm. His precome was a tart spike of taste on the back of his tongue. Trowa squeezed his balls, fingered his hole, licked and sucked and kept his eyes on Quatre's face on the telelvision. When Quatre looked into the camera it was like he was looking directly at Trowa, seeing Trowa sucking himself off, knowing Trowa fantasized it was him. The rush of that thought, the idea of discovery sent an embarassed, aroused flash of heat straight to Trowa's balls. Muscles spasmed. He came hard, unfolded, the last spurts splashing across his cheeks, nose, and mouth.
He lay there, licking his own semen from his numb, swollen lips and watched Quatre laugh again, bright. One day. One day he'd let Quatre know.
the end
Characters/Pairing: Trowa/Quatre (ish)
Rating: MA/NC-17
Warnings: autofellatio, language
Notes: Written for The Gundam Wing Anonymous Kink Meme
Prompt: "Trowa sucking himself off..."
Quatre was on TV again, doing another interview with some bland talking head who kept asking him stupid questions. Trowa didn't care about the talking head. Wished the guy would stop interrupting, stop stealing camera time from Quatre. Trowa pulled his chair closer to the television so Quatre's face was larger than life, taking up all his viewing space. The sound of Quatre's voice settled in his flesh. The words didn't matter. It was the voice and that mouth. The soft -- god, Trowa knew they'd be soft -- pinkish peachy lips framing the words. The flicker of the tongue behind the white teeth. The glide of that same tongue across his bottom lip before he laughed, bright. So fucking bright. Soft and bright and fucking gorgeous. Trowa groaned. He was hard again, always hard when he thought about Quatre. Watching Quatre's mouth made Trowa ache to fuck. If he had Quatre here, he'd straddle his face, fuck his mouth, make those lips swell and shine, and he'd come all over Quatre's perfect, pretty face.
Next best thing. Trowa scootched down in the chair to rest his weight on his upper back, brought his hands to his hips to support the weight as he flexed and lifted his legs above himself, flexed some more and slowly brought them down behind his head. Stretch and shift and the head of his cock bumped slick against his chin. The television glowed in his peripheral vision. A glance to the side and he could see the lips he wanted, pretend it was those lips opening around his cock, that tongue slipping over the head.
He reached, stretched and sucked, pulling and pushing his cock into his mouth, thick and full and nearly choking. Balanced now, he moved his hands - one to his balls, one further back. Humming as he sucked - Quatre probably would do it that way - Trowa worked up a steady rhythm. His precome was a tart spike of taste on the back of his tongue. Trowa squeezed his balls, fingered his hole, licked and sucked and kept his eyes on Quatre's face on the telelvision. When Quatre looked into the camera it was like he was looking directly at Trowa, seeing Trowa sucking himself off, knowing Trowa fantasized it was him. The rush of that thought, the idea of discovery sent an embarassed, aroused flash of heat straight to Trowa's balls. Muscles spasmed. He came hard, unfolded, the last spurts splashing across his cheeks, nose, and mouth.
He lay there, licking his own semen from his numb, swollen lips and watched Quatre laugh again, bright. One day. One day he'd let Quatre know.
the end