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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 " 8 - Skype Sex "Take off your shirt," Duo ordered, his eyes
staring at the screen. "Take off yours." Duo sighed, licked his lips a little, and then removed
his t-shirt, kneeling up on the bed and sliding it off over his head
letting his heavy braid hit his back with a small thud. "Better?" "Much." He narrowed his eyes as Heero removed his own white
shirt, slowly undoing each button, tantalizingly showing a bit more
skin. The striptease was fun but Duo was already damn hard and shit,
he'd been trying not to jerk off all day in anticipation of Heero
calling him for a little round of vid-phone sex. As Heero was away
on security detail for a certain Princess and while it did annoy him
that Heero was away, it did mean they got to do this which while Heero
was a little awkward still, Duo enjoyed it. "Hurry up… I've missed you." Heero glared up at the screen, the shirt open and Duo
wanted to be there, to lick every part of his lover's body, suck his
dick, fuck and be fucked and shit… the week away from each other
was driving him crazy. However, as Duo reached down to touch himself, squeezing
his aching cock through his sweatpants, Heero looked away from the
screen and soon had got up and slid out of the view of the camera. "'Ro! Where the hell did you go?" A few moments later he appeared, doing his shirt up
which disappointed Duo's libido. "There's a situation. I have to go." There was an apology in those eyes and Duo only made
a short huffed breath. "Take care of yourself, babe," And with a sly look, "you too" was Heero's
response as the call clicked off. Duo only smirked and ran his fingers down his bare chest,
teasing lightly over nipples, down to his abs until his hand was inside
his sweatpants, tugging on his cock, slicking pre-cum over the head.
And while he didn't have the visual, Duo's imagination could come
up with a million different scenarios about Heero that would help
him "take care" of himself. |
