A Snowball\'s Chance in Hell
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Gundam Wing/AC › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,257
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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A Snowball's Chance in Hell
Dislcaimer: I don\'t own Gundam Wing, Bandai and Sunrise does. I do not make any money off of these stories, if I did, I wouldn\'t have nearly the debt that I\'m wallowing in right now!
\"Oh God yes,\" he moaned gripping the arms of the
Lazy-boy tighter. \"You know just the way I like it.\"
The pressure around his penis got a little tighter,
wringing another moan from his gut. \"Oh yeah,\" he
groaned, leaning his head back against the headrest,
his heavy braid pooling near his bare ass, a few
coarse split ends brushing against his skin. The
combination of the hair and his partner\'s vigorous
blow-job caused him to shift his hips forward, the
well worn velveteen upholstery rubbing harshly against
his sensitive skin.
A firm hand closed around his hips, stilling their
miniscule movement. A light scraping of teeth along
the length of his dick was a silent, pointed reminder
as to why he shouldn\'t move. It only reinforced the
American teen\'s idea to thrust into the warm,
welcoming orifice. A few more moans escaped his lips
while this lover\'s talented tongue laved the head of
his cock like it was a tootsie pop.
A laugh gurgled in his throat, threatening to escape,
only to come out more as a scream as the gifted mouth
swallowed him to the balls. The tightening in his
loins told him two things: one, his body liked this
just as much as his mind; and two, this wonderful
onslaught was almost over. As much as oral sex was
satisfying, he knew his body wasn\'t going to last
another twenty min of of his lover\'s torture.
To stop the other from slowing down again, he tangled
his fingers into a patch of chocolate hair at the back
of his paramour\'s head, scraping his short fingernails
along the delicate skin of the scalp. Coupled with
ragged cries of \"Don\'t stop\" and \"more\" between uneven
gasping breaths, he hoped the Japanese teen in his lap
got the clue.
His mind was put to rest moments later as he rewarded
the Prussian-eyed youth with a screa dec declaration
of his name and a liberal amount of cum. Sated and
relaxed, Duo slumped into the recliner with a
contented sigh and a goofy smile. \"Heero is
definitely getting better at this,\" he thought fuzzily
as he waited for his favorite part of the blowjob; the
kiss afterward. It was a not-so-silent remainder that
the untamable terrorist masquerading as his boyfriend
was definitely his and marked appropriately.
His mind and body still shaking in a post-orgasmic
state, he only received vague impressions of what was
going on: cooling skin on his hips, warm presson
on
his thigh, something very solid and cozy covering him
like a blanket, moist lips meeting his, guiding them
open, tongue channeling salty, bitter liquid into his
mouth. His brain registered the irregularity before
it had time to put the thoughts together. There was
more there than there should have been. No human
could process that much saliva if they were
swallowing, butn agn again, it didn\'t feel like spit.
It was thicker and tasted more rancid than morning
breath.
The completion of logic took longer in his
melatonin-addled brain, but once Deathscythe\'s pilot
put two and two together and reached the undesirable
sum of five, he pushed the Japanese teen off him,
swallowing hard, and wiping his mouth. \"Heero, that
was just gross.\"
\"You said you liked me to kiss you after oral sex,\"
the confused pilot replied in a timid defense.
\"Yeah, *after* you swallow.\"
\"Oh,\" Heero got silent suddenly and observed the floor
with lowered eyes. \"I read about it on-line and
thought you\'d enjoy it.\"
\"Why in the hell would you think that?\"
\"You said you liked to taste you on me...\"
\"Yeah but that\'s different.\"
\"Oh, I\'m sorry. I won\'t do it again.\"
\"Damn right you won\'t.\"
\"And I suppose rimming is out of the question too?\"
\"Hell yes. That\'s gross. There\'s...*stuff* down
there.\"
\"Right. Gomen nasi.\"
\"It\'s \'kay. Just don\'t do it again.\"
\"I won\'t.\"
~Das Ende~
Notes: For those who don\'t know, a snowball, in sexual
terms, is holding the cum received from oral sex in
one\'s mouth and French kissing your partner to
exchange the fluids with them. Yes, it\'s a real
fetish, much like bukkake (the drinking of ejaculate
or the act of having people ejaculate on you.)
\"Oh God yes,\" he moaned gripping the arms of the
Lazy-boy tighter. \"You know just the way I like it.\"
The pressure around his penis got a little tighter,
wringing another moan from his gut. \"Oh yeah,\" he
groaned, leaning his head back against the headrest,
his heavy braid pooling near his bare ass, a few
coarse split ends brushing against his skin. The
combination of the hair and his partner\'s vigorous
blow-job caused him to shift his hips forward, the
well worn velveteen upholstery rubbing harshly against
his sensitive skin.
A firm hand closed around his hips, stilling their
miniscule movement. A light scraping of teeth along
the length of his dick was a silent, pointed reminder
as to why he shouldn\'t move. It only reinforced the
American teen\'s idea to thrust into the warm,
welcoming orifice. A few more moans escaped his lips
while this lover\'s talented tongue laved the head of
his cock like it was a tootsie pop.
A laugh gurgled in his throat, threatening to escape,
only to come out more as a scream as the gifted mouth
swallowed him to the balls. The tightening in his
loins told him two things: one, his body liked this
just as much as his mind; and two, this wonderful
onslaught was almost over. As much as oral sex was
satisfying, he knew his body wasn\'t going to last
another twenty min of of his lover\'s torture.
To stop the other from slowing down again, he tangled
his fingers into a patch of chocolate hair at the back
of his paramour\'s head, scraping his short fingernails
along the delicate skin of the scalp. Coupled with
ragged cries of \"Don\'t stop\" and \"more\" between uneven
gasping breaths, he hoped the Japanese teen in his lap
got the clue.
His mind was put to rest moments later as he rewarded
the Prussian-eyed youth with a screa dec declaration
of his name and a liberal amount of cum. Sated and
relaxed, Duo slumped into the recliner with a
contented sigh and a goofy smile. \"Heero is
definitely getting better at this,\" he thought fuzzily
as he waited for his favorite part of the blowjob; the
kiss afterward. It was a not-so-silent remainder that
the untamable terrorist masquerading as his boyfriend
was definitely his and marked appropriately.
His mind and body still shaking in a post-orgasmic
state, he only received vague impressions of what was
going on: cooling skin on his hips, warm presson
on
his thigh, something very solid and cozy covering him
like a blanket, moist lips meeting his, guiding them
open, tongue channeling salty, bitter liquid into his
mouth. His brain registered the irregularity before
it had time to put the thoughts together. There was
more there than there should have been. No human
could process that much saliva if they were
swallowing, butn agn again, it didn\'t feel like spit.
It was thicker and tasted more rancid than morning
breath.
The completion of logic took longer in his
melatonin-addled brain, but once Deathscythe\'s pilot
put two and two together and reached the undesirable
sum of five, he pushed the Japanese teen off him,
swallowing hard, and wiping his mouth. \"Heero, that
was just gross.\"
\"You said you liked me to kiss you after oral sex,\"
the confused pilot replied in a timid defense.
\"Yeah, *after* you swallow.\"
\"Oh,\" Heero got silent suddenly and observed the floor
with lowered eyes. \"I read about it on-line and
thought you\'d enjoy it.\"
\"Why in the hell would you think that?\"
\"You said you liked to taste you on me...\"
\"Yeah but that\'s different.\"
\"Oh, I\'m sorry. I won\'t do it again.\"
\"Damn right you won\'t.\"
\"And I suppose rimming is out of the question too?\"
\"Hell yes. That\'s gross. There\'s...*stuff* down
there.\"
\"Right. Gomen nasi.\"
\"It\'s \'kay. Just don\'t do it again.\"
\"I won\'t.\"
~Das Ende~
Notes: For those who don\'t know, a snowball, in sexual
terms, is holding the cum received from oral sex in
one\'s mouth and French kissing your partner to
exchange the fluids with them. Yes, it\'s a real
fetish, much like bukkake (the drinking of ejaculate
or the act of having people ejaculate on you.)