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"Thirty One Days "Written By: The Plotting Housewife Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sotsu
and associated Parties. This work is written for pleasure not profit. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: drabbles, Thirty One Days of Drabbles,
Three Paragraph Fics, drabble challenge Pairings: Treize/Wufei Summary: A little dark, D/s, crossdressing, dom!Wufei/sub!Treize.
It's outofworkshinigami's fault. xD "Thirty One Days " Chapter 25: Little Black Babydoll Treize loved the cool slide of satin against his skin, especially when the skin was freshly shaven. His favorite color was black, not only because it was reminiscent of his dark Dragon, but also the fact that Wufei loved the shade on him. He always said it was a dramatically beautiful contrast to his pale skin and Treize always preened under the praise. The baby dolls were a favorite for both of them. The sleek and almost innocent négligée never failed to work his Dragon into unprecedented levels of arousal and dominance. It was delicious agony, the kind of carnal sin that made him soar to heights of passion he’d never experienced in his escapades with women. It was one thing to bed a delicate female body, and quite another to be taken so forcefully by another man. Wufei somehow always knew how to touch, what to say, his smoldering looks provoking a high like no other. The timbre of his voice, deep, dark, and dangerous, igniting along his nerves and traveling to the part of his brain that craved submission to another man. That craved submission to his Dragon. He simply couldn’t help it. But Wufei not only accepted this, oftentimes frightening, aspect of his desires, but he participated in it, nurtured it. Indulged it. Even now, as his teeth clenched around the fabric of his silk pillowcase, with his ass in the air. The black satin and lace of his baby doll rucked up around his shoulder blades and the panties pulled to the side for access to his opening. As his Dragon plundered him in the most delirious of ways, fingers tight against his hips. As terrifying was the prospect of anyone discovering his secret, he knew he would never stop asking for this. Never stop craving it. Though he was sure he could trust his Dragon, the fear still lingered, but it was never enough to put a stop to it, or pretend it didn’t happen. Perhaps the most splendid of aphrodisiacs was the heightened sense of possible discovery. The heady rush of danger which provided pleasure that surpassed all rational thought.
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