Disclaimer: GW does not belong to me. Never has done, never will.
I start off slow at first, pressing small kisses to Heero’s face before lightly touching my lips to his. One hand buries into his hair while the other one gently strokes random patterns over his back. He opens up to me on a small moan, letting my tongue invade his mouth as his arms move to pull me closer. I know he feels safe with kissing and that he’s starting to become comfortable with the idea of letting himself go with me.
When we pull back for air, I kiss the tip of his nose and smile. He reaches out a hand to touch my lips, his expression one of wonder. I’ve been smiling more in his presence. It felt a little odd at first, but I know it makes him happy.
I kiss his fingertips and his eyes flutter shut. Carefully, I nip at his fingers and he shivers slightly. My tongue flicks out to taste him and I feel the rough texture of his skin. I guide his forefinger into my mouth and begin to suckle lightly, drawing a sharp gasp from him.
Taking my time, I slowly work his tank top up and off of him, baring his upper body. I pull his finger out of my mouth, only to move my lips to the side of his neck, closing my teeth on his skin and sucking leisurely. His fingers twine in my hair and he moans, holding me to him whenever I hit a sensitive spot. I’m still learning where he likes to be kissed the most. I nip at the underside of his chin and he responds with a gasp. When I suckle the lobe of his ear, he sighs my name. And when I lap at the hollow of his throat, I am rewarded with a low groan.
I glance up at his face and see that his eyes are tightly shut, sweat beginning to break out on his forehead. I ease the shirt off of his shoulders and let it fall to the floor as I push him gently to lie on his back. His eyes open to look at me questioningly and I smile in reassurance, reaching for his hand and squeezing it to let him know that I’m not going anywhere. He nods and lets his head fall back onto the pillow.
I run my hands lightly over his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath my fingers, the warmth of his skin. He’s panting shallowly as I tease him, arching his back in an attempt to seek more of the sensation. Smiling, I rub my thumbs over his nipples, coaxing them into hard little buds and he sighs, trembling at my touch.
Lowering my head, I run my tongue over one nipple and again his hands move back to my hair, keeping me there. I oblige him, suckling, nibbling and lapping at him until he’s writhing under me, calling out my name.
I kiss my way down his body, dipping my tongue into his belly button, making him squirm. I make quick work of his shorts, pulling them down and off his legs, letting them fall to the floor. I look up to see him watching me, leaning on his elbows and panting hard in a mixture of anticipation and apprehension.
I give him a quick smile and then turn my attention to his erection, letting my fingers trail lightly over the heated flesh and he moans helplessly, his head falling back on the pillow and his eyes closing. I rub my thumb over the tip, feeling the wetness of the pre-cum. I wrap my hand around him, squeezing him as I begin stroking his length.
He moans something resembling my name and his hips thrust up to meet my hand, easily picking up the rhythm. He’s forcing his eyes to stay open, watching me intently and I lean forward to kiss the head of his cock, making him cry out and arch his back.
“Just relax, Heero,” I tell him softly. “Just feel.”
For a moment, all I can hear is the sound of his soft pants and then he finally closes his eyes.
“Let me love you,” I murmur.
“Yes…” he sighs. “Just love me. Love me, please…oh, God!” he cries out when my mouth engulfs him, taking in as much of him as I can without choking.
His hips surge up and his hands fist in my hair, pulling almost painfully, but I ignore it, instead concentrating on making him feel good.
I pull back so that I can suckle the head of his cock, alternately lapping and kissing his swollen flesh, making him moan a little louder than before. I take him back into my mouth, managing him a little deeper this time. I place my hands on his hips, holding him down firmly on the bed. He strains against my hands; his head tossing from side to side as choked whimpers escape from his throat.
I suck harder at him, my cheeks hollowing with the effort and he groans out my name, his hands clenching in my hair again and I moan at the slight feeling of pain. Feeling the vibrations of my moan around his cock makes him arch his back on a low growl and thankfully he releases his death grip on my hair, gripping the bed sheets tightly.
Cautiously removing one hand from his hip, I reach down between his legs to trail my fingers over his balls, cupping and squeezing gently as I suck at him, breathing harshly through my nose. I hear the sound of the bed sheets tearing; Heero’s almost constant moaning echoing through the room. I love to see him like this, surrendering to his body’s needs, lost in a sea of passion. That he’s allowing me to see him this way, allowing himself to be vulnerable and open means everything to me and I want to reward him my making him feel so good.
My own hips grind into the bed as I work him in my mouth, feeling the friction of my jeans against my hyper sensitive skin and I moan softly. It’s almost painful for my own arousal to be still trapped within the confines of my pants, but then this is for Heero, I remind myself.
The jerky movements of his hips bring to grow arrhythmic and I know he’s close. My hand leaves his sac and moves lower, my fingers teasing his entrance before slowly easing one inside. It’s that what drives him over the edge and he throws his head back, bucking his hips and releasing into my mouth. I manage to clean him up some before resting my head in his lap, trying to catch my breath.
Some time later, I move back up his body and pull him into my arms. He’s trembling hard, his breathing still harsh as he clings to me in exhaustion. I smooth the hair back from his damp forehead, smiling at the sated expression on his face.
“Trowa?” he whispers, snuggling closer.
“Hmm?” I say in way of reply as I stroke his back soothingly.
“Thank you,” he murmurs.
“You’re welcome,” I answer, tightening my hold on him.
It takes a while for him to come down from his high, but once he does, he notices my still-clothed state. “Trowa, you’re still–” he begins uncertainly.
“It’s okay,” I assure him, but he shakes his head.
“Let me…” he whispers, rolling both of us so that he’s lying on top of me, pinning me down to the bed. His tugs at the edge of my turtleneck and pulls it upwards. “Lift your arms,” he tells me and I do so. I sigh in relief when he rids me of it and then gasp when I feel his curious fingers trailing over my chest.
He caresses my nipples, watching me carefully to gauge my every reaction. Lowering his head, he begins kissing my chest, pausing every now and again to look up at my face. “Let me know if I do something you don’t like,” he tells me and I nod mindlessly, just wanting more of the exquisite feeling of his lips on my skin.
His tongue darts out over one of my nipples and my hands are quick to reach out for him, twining in his hair. He begins suckling, lightly at first and then with more force until I’m arching my back and moaning for more.
He graces me with a slight smile before working on getting my jeans undone. His fingers fumble a little in his eagerness to rid me of my clothing and I push his hands away, managing to unhook the buttons myself. I squirm on the bed, lifting my hips and he takes the hint, grabbing onto the waistband and pulling. My boxers are quick to follow and I’m lying before him completely naked and exposed.
He stares at me for a long time before reaching out to wrap his hand around my erection, his touch light and gentle. His name escapes my lips on a moan and he smiles again, wider this time before ducking his head and lowering his mouth over my cock.
“No!” I groan, tightening my fingers in his hair and pulling him away. He stares up at me confusion and the beginnings of hurt evident on his face.
“Did I do something wrong?” he asks cautiously. “Don’t you want this?”
“No, it isn’t that,” I tell him, pulling him up so that I can reach his mouth, bestowing him with a slow kiss. “I don’t think I can hold out much longer,” I confess. “I need you, Heero.”
He narrows his eyes momentarily and then pulls away from me. I panic slightly until I see that he’s moving so that he’s lying flat on his back beside me. “Then what are you waiting for?”
I bite my lip, leaning up on one elbow as I stare down at him. This is it, I think. He’s offering himself to me, giving up everything all for me. “You’re sure you want this?”
He nods once. “Check the first aid kit in the bedside table,” he murmurs, closing his eyes. I do so, finding the Vaseline and scooping out some of the jelly on my fingers. He willingly parts his thighs for me and I press against the tight ring of muscle, slowly working one finger inside. He grunts in response, his eyes still clenched shut as I prepare him. I push another finger inside, loosening him up and he gasps sharply, starting to harden again. I give him a couple of minutes more, waiting until he’s relaxed enough to take my fingers away.
He groans in disappointment, but I lean down to kiss him, hooking his legs over my shoulders and angling his hips. “Heero, look at me,” I grate out, wanting to see his eyes. He does so and his pupils are so dilated I can barely see the blue.
“Please, Trowa,” he moans, his chest heaving as he grips the sheets tightly. I slowly ease myself into his entrance and his eyes roll back in his head, a long wail emerging from his throat as I push into him as far as I will go. I hold still for a moment, my body trembling as I fight the urge to just ram into him again and again until I come. “More…I want more,” he pants, shifting his hips in an effort to make me move.
I hurry to obey his demands, pulling out almost all the way before thrusting back inside. He moans his appreciation and I slowly build a rhythm, clenching my teeth at how tight he feels around me. His hips meet my every stroke and he gasps my name in surprise when I reach down between our bodies and take hold of his erection, pumping him roughly in time with my thrusts. His hands claw wildly at my back, but I’m too lost in the pleasure to register any pain.
Almost against my will, my rhythm increases, my hips driving harshly against his, sinking deep inside of him and wrenching a deep moan from him with every thrust.
“Faster,” he commands, fingers digging into the skin of my back. I groan helplessly, losing myself in his body, unable to say anything other than his name as I pump into him harder, faster until the rhythm I had going is lost, my movements hard and unchecked.
“Heero,” I groan breathlessly. “I can’t…”
“Let go,” he breathes. “Come inside me, Trowa.”
I can’t hold back any longer and I pound into him mercilessly, seeking the release that I’ve been waiting so long for. Suddenly, my whole body tenses and I call out his name through clenched teeth as I come, spilling myself inside of him before collapsing on top of him. He arches beneath me with a low growl and I feel the hot spurt of his seed between us.
I just lie on him, panting harshly as I attempt to regain awareness of my surroundings. I try to move off him for fear that I’m crushing him with my weight, but his arms tighten around me, keeping me still.
“Stay,” he whispers and I nod tiredly, closing my eyes. The sheets beneath us are totally ruined. They’re soaked with sweat and torn in places from where Heero got a little too enthusiastic. Finally though, the sweat begins to cool on my body and I shiver.
“We really should shower,” I tell him before opening my mouth on a large yawn.
“Maybe some other time,” he replies, brushing the hair back from my face, running his fingers through the sweat-soaked strands. I’m already half-asleep and if he keeps that up, I won’t be able to stay awake much longer.
“Too sticky,” I protest weakly, letting out my breath on a sigh.
He sighs in acknowledgement and shifts under me. I pull out of him and we groan in unison. I flop onto my back, not really feeling up to doing much more and I’m surprised when he cleans me off as best he can with the torn sheets. “Better?” he asks. I shake my head and he frowns. I reach out for him and pull him close.
“Now it is,” I inform him and I hear him snort with laughter.
“Thank you,” he whispers, snuggling closer to me.
“You’re welcome,” I mumble, letting my eyes fall shut. I feel his lips against my throat and I sigh contentedly.
“Stay with me,” he murmurs and I nod, not really wanting to let him go anyway.
“Love you,” I manage, struggling to stay awake.
“You too,” he replies, kissing the tip of my nose fondly. “Rest, Trowa.” I make a small “hnn” of agreement, concentrating on the feel of his fingers stroking my hair until I finally drift off, happier than I’ve ever felt in my entire life.