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"The Three of Us "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 sex of varying degrees of smuttiness,
two dudes, three dudes, masturbation, voyeurism as well as angst,
sap and bad language Pairings: 1x2x3 but all combinations of that in
pairings as well as in a threesome context. Summary: An ongoing series of short drabbles exploring the dynamics and complexity of the 1x2x3 relationship. A/N: This is an ongoing series of short drabbles
that is my attempt to explore how the 1x2x3 relationship would work.
I will update semi–regularly with three chapters at a time told
from Duo, Trowa and then Heero's perspectives. Some will be feelsy/angsty,
some will be porny, and some will be sappy. They have no chronology or order apart from the
fact it is set post–EW. Beta'd by ELLE "The Three of Us " Teeth The scrape of teeth on Trowa's shoulder blade was followed
by little licks in apology as Heero's body slammed into him from behind,
Trowa bracing himself against the wall, one of Heero's arms tight
around his chest to draw his body close at each thrust of his hips. He and Duo had commented on how Heero got "bitey"
during sex. Hell, they even joked about it with Heero as they often
had those impressions of teeth on their skin after a particularly
passionate encounter with their lover. Heero just shrugged and didn't
offer why he did it but neither Trowa nor Duo really complained. Both
of them, at times, like a little pain with their pleasure. Sometimes
they wanted sensual slow screwing. Other times they wanted to be fucked.
Heero provided both of those options. Heero moaned behind him and Trowa panted, his hair obscuring
his vision, not that he needed it as his world had narrowed to the
feel of the wall under his fingers, to his sweaty body and to the
point where he and Heero were joined. His own body was pushing back
instinctively into Heero's, each collision of their bodies sending
them spiralling closer to completion. A hand wrapped around his cock, fast strokes and Trowa
closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, his body tightening, his entire
body throbbing as he felt that hand stroke firmly, knowing exactly
how he liked to be touched and he heard Heero grunt, his angle of
hips change slightly and Trowa bucked forwards into that hand. Heero's
grip around his chest became harder and each thrust was too damn good
as Trowa felt himself come, sticky over fingers, the wall and not
caring as Heero's body crashed into his a few more times and then
he felt teeth at the juncture of shoulder and neck. The slight sting of pain seemed to prolong Trowa's orgasm
and he felt Heero come, his moans muffled where his mouth was. In the aftermath, Heero didn't move straight away, content
for their bodies to return to normal, still joined together. He kissed
at the bite and Trowa sighed at the attention. He didn't mind the
bite marks, didn't mind being marked as maybe it was Heero's way of
asserting that both he and Duo were his and Trowa could understand
that. They'd all had so little for so long that they all became somewhat
possessive of each other. He finally felt Heero slip out, move to look for clothing
and Trowa looked at the wall and the new stain. "Duo will know," he said, turning to look
at Heero. Heero was dressing in sweat pants. "He always does,"
he replied, smirking, "we'll make it up to him." Trowa let a small smile grace his lips and he walked
over to share a lazy kiss as Heero's fingers ghosted over where he
had marked him.
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