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"A Domestic Moment"Written By: Fancy Figures Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, wish I did, just
enjoy writing about 'em for free etc Warnings: Innuendo, lime Pairing: 3x2 Summary: Trowa and Duo share a domestic moment.
"A Domestic Moment"
A Domestic Moment #2 Duo rocked back on his heels and gaped at his lover. “You’re scared!” Trowa frowned. “Of course I’m not.” He fingered the sleeve of his coat as if he’d never found such a delightful texture and wanted to commit it to eternal memory. Duo grinned. “It’s just a check-up. He’ll want to know where the pain is, and then fix it for you.” Trowa had never known people fix things for him. Except maybe Duo, but that was something rather different. “I don’t need it. It’ll fix itself.” He fingered his jaw, willing it to be true. He missed being able to eat apples. He didn’t notice Duo had moved until a strong arm slid round his waist and tugged him in closer. “You want me to come and hold your hand?” Trowa wrinkled his nose in disgust. He knew that he did want that, but he’d rather cut off his left testicle than admit it aloud. “Don’t be stupid. I’m fine. He’ll just take a look, you say -?” Duo nodded. He was still grinning, and when he bent his head to Trowa’s neck his mouth imprinted smiles on the clammy skin. “He’ll ask you to open your mouth, poke around at your gums with something sharp and recently confiscated from a hostile paramilitary source, and then reach for the drill…” Trowa shuddered. “I don’t think I can make the appointment today.” Duo snickered and tightened his hands on Trowa’s shoulders. His tongue licked thoughtfully around an earlobe that was deliciously warm and just so conveniently there. “Let me put your mind at ease.” Trowa shuddered again, but for a very different reason. His mind was so very rarely at ease nowadays, though his body belied it as best it could. “If you think you’re practising amateur dentistry on me…” Duo slipped his tongue down Trowa’s cheek, dragging it over the gentle stubble. “Nah. Just the ‘taking a look’ bit.” He licked at Trowa’s bemused mouth, nudging at the lips until they opened a little. His tongue darted in, slick with triumph. Trowa sighed softly around the caress. Duo held him very tightly, his hands sinking to Trowa’s ass. He was probing around inside his mouth with short, stabbing movements, sucking sometimes at his lower lip, swiping his tongue across the roof of Trowa’s mouth. “You say…” began Trowa, his amusement muffled, “…this has been confiscated from a paramilitary source?” Duo was laughing, sharing it, swallowing it. “Man,” he whispered back. “Just you wait until you see my drill.”
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