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"Beautiful Addiction "Written By: Miss Murdered Disclaimer: I don't own the GW characters - am just borrowing to torment for my amusement Rating: NC 17 Warnings: m/m sexual relations of all types, some
swearing, some light angst, humour, sap Pairings: 1x2x1 Summary: Heero and Duo have one addiction - each other. A series of 1x2x1 smutty drabbles based on the 30 Day NSFW OTP challenge. A/N: I did the 30 Day OTP NSFW challenge not so
long ago and this is the result. These are all short drabbles on the
different prompts. The drabbles have no chronology and take place
in canon time-line and after. It is always the same Heero and Duo
but they are different ages depending on the drabble. One drabble
is from Heero's POV and then Duo's. "Beautiful Addiction " Day Six - Clothed Getting Off It all started when Duo had accidentally shrunk Heero's
work uniform pants in the dryer. He was trying to be helpful but apparently
that had failed. It had forced Heero into borrowing one of his pairs
as Heero didn't do "spares". And the thing was… Duo wore his pants a lot tighter
than Heero did and considering his lover had been far too fond of
spandex as a teen, it was something that Duo found funny in their
adulthood. But the "pants/dryer incident" as it had been
referred to did have some positives as it meant that they were in
the stationary supply closet on the fourth floor of Preventer HQ,
groping, kissing and grinding against each other, having spent a torturous
meeting looking at each across the conference table and building sexual
tension. "Fuck," Duo panted, dragging his lips away
from Heero's to nip and bite at a spot behind his ear as their hips
kept moving against each other, dicks hard in their uniforms, hands
tight on each other's ass. "We should…" Heero panted but Duo stopped
the rest of the sentence, kissing him again, fucking his lover's mouth
with his tongue, thrusting up against Heero. There were plenty of things they should do - maybe get
out of their uniforms and fuck or maybe just blow each other but instead,
Duo felt the rushing in his ears and he felt Heero crush himself closer. He came, embarrassingly, in his work uniform and grunted
into Heero's lips. After another sloppy kiss, Duo pulled away. "Did you?" Heero nodded. "Least they're your pants." "You pay for the dry cleaning, babe." His lover was about to protest but Duo pulled him in
for another searing kiss as he ignored the stickiness in his pants.
And maybe, Duo thought, Heero needed to borrow his pants more often
as he looked fucking hot in them. |
