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"When it comes to food"Written By: Lisa-chan Disclaimer: The G-boys are not mine. I only use
them for loads of fun and for putting them in compromising situations
and stuff. Rating: NC-17 Warnings: yaoi, lemon, food play, orgy Pairings: 1x2, 4x3, 6x5 Summary: For FancyFigure’s birthday/newyear.
It’s a sequel to “New years Resolution” I wrote last
year.
"When it comes to food"
Trowa didn’t know how it’d come to this. Aperitif had gone flawless. So had the first and main course. But somewhere along dessert, something must’ve gone wrong. Had it been Duo’s feeding Heero much to big a spoons of ice pudding, so he’d spill half of it and had to lick it off? Or had it been Zechs’ dribbling warm chocolate sauce over his fingers and making Wufei suck them clean? Little did it matter, for he now found himself on his chair with his legs open wide, his pants gone and a far too enthusiastic blonde between his legs, licking whipped cream off his cock. He wondered when everyone had taken their clothes off. “God, Quatre!” he gasped. His head fell backwards, his hips gave a gentle thrust. His mind was spinning. Quatre’s mouth was just so wonderfully talented and devoted. On the table, the pop roast had magically changed into a wiggling young boy, sitting on hands and knees, chestnut braid falling over his naked shoulder. He was panting and crying out as he bucked his hips, also naked, backwards to his lover, who stood behind him at the edge of the table. Heero was busying himself with numbing his boyfriend’s entrance with rich vanilla and chocolate ice cream, then warming it back to life with his tongue. “Nnn… Heero!” Duo cried, raising his ass high in the air. “Yes! Lick… lick it all off!” At the other side of the table, pressed up against and lying half over it, was Wufei, making rather interesting sounds. Warm chocolate sauce and sweat glistened against the cookie dough color of his skin. His body shook slowly, rhythmically as his boyfriend fluently rolled his hips against Wufei’s ass, fucking him, slowly driving him to a frenzy. He felt Zechs lazily withdrawing his cock, almost pulling it completely out. It stayed like that for a while. From the corner of his eye, he saw him taking the bowl of chocolate sauce, and more of the warm liquid treat was drizzled there where they were joined. Zechs smiled as the smoothness glided over his cock. He caught the redundancy with his fingers and made Wufei lick it off. Then with a soft grunt, he thrust back in with a force that made the whole table shake. Just once. “AAAHH!!!” Wufei screamed. His face was twisted in joy. That was his prostate he’d just been jamming his cock against! “Have you been a good boy this year, Wufei?” Zechs said, his voice smooth and warm like the chocolate. Warmer, probably. “No,” Wufei whispered. “What was that?” He yanked Wufei’s hips closer. Wufei gasped. “No!” “Oh.” Zechs slowly pulled a bit out again. “So, you’ve been a bad boy then?” “Yes,” Wufei smirked. “Very, very bad.” He felt Zechs’ hand on the back of his thigh and he tensed, holding his breath. It slowly went up, caressing around his ass cheek for a while. He felt Zechs’ hot breath in his neck. The hand lifted, and Wufei yelped as it came down again with a smack. His lover had a spanking fetish. Amongst others. “I will have to punish you then, won’t I?” Zechs said. Wufei smiled as the second smack came down. He loved it when Zechs was like this! When he was like this, he exuded a sense of power, of raw, sexual domination. “Yes! Punish me!” Wufei moaned, offering his ass by lifting it even higher. “Oh… Spank me! I’ve been so naughty!” Zechs hissed. “Do you have any idea how hot you’re making me when you talk like that?” He heard Wufei laughing self-evidently, and he laughed himself at the stupidity of his question. Of course he knew. He smacked him again. And then again, but he knew he couldn’t keep that up very long anymore. His cock was aching to be inside again, and he let his hips surge forward once more, groaning gratefully. He heard Wufei’s answering grunt, a gasping “Fuck me”, and so he did. Biting his lip, he joyfully let his hips snap forward, until the boy underneath him started to sob. “Are you coming?” “No,” Wufei gasped. “You’re lying.” “I’m not!” Wufei’s voice sounded desperate. “No! Please! Don’t stop!” Zechs stopped. “Zechs!” Wufei cried. “You always do that!” “I like to prolong your climax.” “I don’t!” “Sure you do. You love it.” Zechs resumed his thrusting, slowly. He fondled Wufei’s cock, at the same time squeezed at the base. “Because when I prolong your climax, you always come so much harder!” It was punctuated with an upward thrust of his hips, and Wufei howled in pleasure and misery, his head jerking up. “Please,” he whimpered. “Don’t make me wait too long.” He felt Zechs’ lips shaping in a devious smile on his neck, and he knew his plea was pretty futile. Zechs’ hand came up to caress over his chocolate brown chest, and his upper body was lifted back. “Duo!” Zechs called. Duo blinked tearful eyes open. Someone had called his name. And it hadn’t been Heero. For the first time he noticed that he was clutching at the paper table cloth with both hands. It had become grainy from his sweat, and had ripped in some places. He looked up and, not so far away from him, he noticed those same tearful eyes, though not purple like his, but black. Wufei was staring at nothing in particular and he was slowly being fucked – and tormented – by Zechs. “What?” Duo said hoarsely. Zechs’ crystal blue eyes loomed mischievously behind Wufei’s shoulder. He glanced down at Wufei’s chest, and the chocolate on it. “Care to lick it off?” Duo groaned, and promptly started crawling over to where Wufei was squirming. He heard Heero protesting behind him, and looking over his shoulder, he sent him an unspoken sultry request to follow him on the table, wiggling his ass for emphasis. Heero stared. His mouth, streaked with brown and white, was watering. Even more than before. Licking his lips, he joined his lover on the table. A plate of expensive looking china leapt up under his knee and he impatiently shoved it to the side. There were other things leaping too. Oh, the view! Heero’s mind sang joyfully, as it threw sparkling little eyes on Duo’s ass. God, the view! With an idiotically blissful smile spread over his face, Heero raised his two hands, and kneaded the soft globes of flesh, before parting them wide and tilting Duo’s hips a bit. His mouth came closer, his breath ghosted over Duo’s hole, then a bit lower, and then his lips attached to the skin, like they already had so many times before, and he sucked! Sucked for all he was worth! Duo’s eyes were closing, his lips sliding over Wufei’s nipple, his mouth was opening, and something very pathetic was coming out. He promptly forgot to lick. “Hee… ro!” he peeped. “That’s… so nice!” He gasped aloud. He moaned. He whimpered. He did all kinds of things. Fascinating things. It wasn’t Wufei’s intention to stare. But he did. There was agony in Duo’s expression. But also bliss. He was confused. And curious. Very curious. Whatever Heero was doing, it was damn good! “What… what is Heero doing to you, Duo?” he mumbled. Duo bit his lip in an attempt to hold back a hiccup of pleasure. And failed. “You… you know that… Ah, Heero, that’s enough already!” “Is he tongue fucking you?” Duo shook his head. “S-sucking.” “Your cock? Your balls?” Duo shook his head again. “No,” he groaned. “You know that…” He hissed. “Heero, your teeth!” “That what?” Zechs urged in Wufei’s stead, still thrusting lazily in and out of his boyfriend. Because Wufei needed his voice for other things now, and it didn’t really involve any kind of conversation. “That… patch of skin between your balls and your hole,” Duo panted, bucking his hips in frustration. Heero was still sucking the same spot. He suspected it was turning a nice shade of purple by now. Interesting place to have a hicky. “Well, he’s sucking that. And he’s sucking it damn hard, and it’s been enough now! HEERO!!!” He whipped around. “Do you have fucking Christmas lamps stuck in your ears?! I said enough!” Zechs blinked and watched the dark skin between Duo’s ass cheeks, intrigued. He could see where Heero had been sucking, very clearly. “Would you like that too, Wufei?” he murmured in Wufei’s ear. Wufei nodded, still desperate for his release. He felt Zechs’ hand holding his throat, his fingers gently curled around it to keep him upright. “Yes,” he whimpered. Zechs grinned. “Okay. I’ll do that… if you promise to be a very bad boy again this year. Deal?” Wufei’s only answer to that was to grab for Zechs’ hand restraining his cock and tugging it away. Or so, trying to. It caught Zechs by surprise and he grabbed Wufei’s wrists and pinned them behind his back with one hand. The other hand went back to Wufei’s cock, squeezing with a punishing force that made Wufei cry out. “I’d say that’s a deal then,” he growled. “Please… I wanna cum so badly. Please Zechs!” Wufei complained, pouring all of his persuasion in his voice. “Not yet.” “I love you.” “Sweet. But it’s not gonna help.” Wufei wondered when the cajoling strategy had stopped working. However, there was still another strategy. Threatening. “I will make you impotent, you know that!” he spat. “You can’t make a person impotent,” Zechs laughed airily. “We’ll just see about that!” “Oh, what are you gonna do, cut it off?” “Maybe. And I don’t think it will grow back that easily.” “You wouldn’t.” “Oh no?” “No. You love my cock too much.” Wufei’s mouth opened, but he stopped in mid-protest. “Dammit, I hate it when you’re right!” Duo turned around again with a sigh. Heero was still wearing that idiotic grin, and he knew that that meant more than words could express. For Heero, at least. “Just fuck me,” he sighed. “I have no lube.” It speaks. “Use ice cream,” Duo shrugged. “No fucking way, man! That’s way too cold!” It swears! “No kidding! I don’t think you ever heard me complaining while you were stuffing my ass with it!” “But my cock is really sensitive!” “Do you want me to do it for you?” His voice was agitated, predicting not so pleasant things. “No, it’s okay!” Heero said quickly. “Good.” He waited a bit. And waited. He folded his arms in front of him, rest his head on it. Yawned. And waited some more. “Today, please?” “Don’t rush me!” Duo chuckled. He could tell by Heero’s gasping that he was trying desperately not to yell. Then he felt Heero pressing his cold cock between his butt cheeks and he yelled himself. “Cold, isn’t it?” Heero smirked. “So heat it up already!” He screamed. Heero’s entry was rather brutal. “You prick!” “Shut up.” Suddenly, a body fell between Duo and Wufei on the table. Trowa’s body. Facing down, and in tears. “Quatre, please,” he sobbed. With Quatre, there were two things you shouldn’t do: challenge him, and, should he choose to accept the challenge (which he obviously did), acting like you were up for it. He didn’t think that after all those months of dating – and fucking – Quatre, he would still make such a miscalculation. But he had. And he was now loudly bemoaning that fact. Quatre stood behind him, holding a decorating bag – a full decorating bag - in his one hand like it was some kind of powerful weapon. “Remember when I said I was going to hurt you?” he laughed, a slightly maniacal line playing around his mouth. “Vaguely,” Trowa croaked. He caught Quatre’s hand lowering, and the decorating bag with it. He tensed when he top of the bag scraped at the cleft of his ass. “Quatre, please don’t,” he breathed. “Oh yesss,” Quatre grinned breathily into his ear. And he pushed the spout in. And squeezed. Trowa groaned and bit his lip as he felt his insides fill up with the cold, squishy cream. The edges of the spout weren’t sharp, but still it nudged painfully against his anus. “Stop it, Quatre. It’s… I’m full.” “Are you now?” Quatre purred. He pulled away a bit to look down at Trowa’s ass, seeing that the cream started to leak out at the sides. With a last squeeze, he pulled the bag out and tossed it to the ground. He knelt down, watching in amusement how the sugary cream bubbled out. Wetting his lips, he let his tongue sweep out against it. Then he sucked, sucked all the cream back out. “Oh sweet lord!” Trowa gasped, arching up sharply, eyes screwed shut in pleasure. His hand blindly crept over the table, searching for something to anchor himself. It found Duo’s hand. “Quatre,” he hissed. “You have such a soft tongue.” Then he felt the tongue going up, over his tailbone, over his spine, all the way to his ear. Some of the cream was still dribbling out, making his entrance slick and ready for Quatre’s cock. “Want me to fuck you?” Quatre whispered hotly. “Yes.” “Yes? With my hard, long cock?” “Stop that,” Trowa bit viciously. Quatre tutted. “Keep smiling Trowa. You have an audience,” he grinned wickedly, flashing a glance at the others, and with a fluent thrust he buried his cock inside Trowa’s willing ass. Trowa’s hips bucked back hard, and he sobbed. Duo, Wufei, Zechs and Heero all gaped, mouth stupidly open. They had never quite seen Quatre like that before. But then again, this wasn’t exactly an ordinary new years get together. They watched, and listened to the rhythmical slap of Quatre’s groin against Trowa’s ass, and how he told him that he smelled of sweat and sex. All four of them, they followed Quatre’s hand as it reached for a half empty bottle of champagne – one of many - next to Heero’s knee and made Trowa drink some of it. The rest, he poured over his cock, hissing as the fizzy liquid hit the sensitive flesh. “I think he’s drunk,” Duo said. “I think we all are,” Heero nodded. “He saw that from me, you know,” Zechs sneered. “You think so?” Wufei purred. “Yeah.” “Are you sure?” “Yeah.” “Are you absolutely sure?” “Yeah.” “Are you gonna let me come now?” “No.” Dammit! Another strategy failed! “Asshole!” “You mean dickhead.” “Huh?” And Zechs snapped his hips forward, thrusting his dickhead right against Wufei’s prostate. “Fucking god!” Wufei cried. “This isn’t prolonging my climax anymore, this is just plain torturing me!” “Oh, I just love it when you’re this desperate. I want you in tears, just like Trowa.” “You wish!” Wufei bit. “I still have my pride!” “I thought sluts didn’t have any pride.” “You should know, you are one.” That earned him another hard smack on his ass. “Would you knock it off!” Wufei shouted, viciously shaking his arms. “And for the love of god, let go of my hands!” “No.” Another smack on his ass. Wufei whimpered. “Please…” He watched and listened jealously how Heero was pounding Duo’s ass and joyfully jerking him off. Right in front of him! He felt Zechs’ cock throbbing tauntingly in his own hole. He was about to give in and break out in tears – this was just inhuman! – and then Heero came to the rescue. If he could’ve reached him, he would’ve kissed him. And more. Heero was more than tired of Wufei’s panting and complaining. “Oh for fuck’s sake Zechs, would you let the boy cum?” he groaned, his face twisted in concentration. “Oh, very well,” Zechs shrugged. He let go of Wufei’s arms and pushed the boy’s groin against the table, so his cock reared up just above the edge. Then he took the organ in his hand, as if offering it. “Anyone?” “Me!” Duo shouted. He could only see part of it, but it was enough for him to suck on. He leaned forward and delicately folded his lips around the dark red head of Wufei’s cock. The response he got was fierce. A stream of gasps and moans came out of his mouth. Duo believed he was trying to say something. Get… Get…? Heero watched with delight how Duo went down on the Chinese boy, and with greater delight how his ass split open even more. The view of his boyfriend’s head bobbing up and down on Wufei’s cock triggered something in his underbelly, and he felt his desire rising. Wufei’s breathing concerned him a bit though. There was something very odd with it. Quatre was worried too now. “Is it normal that he’s wheezing like that?” he wondered out loud. “I don’t think so,” Heero said. “Duo, stop for a moment, would you?” “Dun wanna,” Duo mumbled. “Duo, there’s something wrong with Wufei!” Heero yelled, yanking Duo’s braid. “Ow!” Duo shouted, reaching for his braid. “Heero, what did I tell you about the braid?!” “Um…” Heero twirled the end of the braid guiltily around his fingers. “That I couldn’t use it as a toy to rub over my cock.” “And?” “And my ass.” “And?” “And not to pull it.” “There you go.” Their attention turned to the end of the table, where Wufei was once again trying to formulate something – hopefully – meaningful. “Get…” Duo perked up. Get? And then he all but shrieked out. “GET THAT FUCKING COCKRING OFF OF ME!!!” “Is this a joke?” Quatre said, indignant. “Oh right!” Zechs exclaimed, obviously having completely forgotten about it. “When did he…?” Quatre said. “I don’t know,” Heero shrugged, mystified. Zechs removed the clasp, and Wufei felt the rush coming over him like a tidal wave. His fingers spasmed, his hips jerked. His whole body jerked. Five pairs of eyes watched him in awe. It was like hitting the jackpot. But dirtier. Zechs’ face twisted in pleasure again as the boy’s channel squeezed around him. “Oh yeah!” he groaned. A few more thrusts, and he exploded inside of Wufei. He panted his release in Wufei’s neck and grabbed tightly on to his hips. Wufei was oblivious to everything. All he felt was the hot pressure of Zechs’ seed against his prostate and his own happy sperm spurting out of his cock, and that was all that mattered in the world right now. All he could focus on was the immense pleasure crashing through him. He didn’t know how long it was still gonna last, but he hoped very long.
*
Wufei felt his senses returning again. His ass felt pleasantly sore. Zechs’ cock was gone, but he could still feel his warmth behind him. He heard the voices of his friends. They were… toasting? “Here’s to lots of fucking!” Quatre cheered. He was holding up the bottle of champagne. The others didn’t really have anything to toast with, but were cheering along anyway. Even Trowa, who was still busy catching his breath. “Here’s to tasty cum!” Duo laughed. “And here’s to compliant boyfriends!” Zechs smirked. Wufei pushed himself up with feeble arms from where he lay slumped on the table. “Hey…” he croaked in a half-hearted protest. “Aah, he’s done cumming,” Heero chuckled, still from his position on the table, but now leaning comfortably against Duo. “Man Wufei, you can scream! Like they were shooting off last night’s firework in your ass!” Duo yelled. “They were, kinda,” Wufei said with a leer behind him. “What the hell were you doing?” Strong arms sneaked around him, and he felt Zechs’ body pressing up against his backside, hugging him close. “We were saying our new years wishes.” A wet, breathy kiss was placed in his neck. “Do you have one too?” “Not really. But I do wanna say this.” “Yes?” More kisses followed, over his shoulder. “You are one sadistic fuck.” Zechs raised his head, searching for his boyfriend’s eyes. “Oh?” He could see mischief there. “But never in my entire life have I had an orgasm like that!” Zechs smiled and kissed him on the lips, long and deep. “Happy new year, honey.” “Happy fucking new year,” Wufei smiled back.
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