Disclaimers and warnings in first part
ADVANCED RESERVATIONS – PART 5
After parting with Alexi, Trowa hurried in the Preventers building to get his bag. He was stopped by the commander of this branch, who gave him the file on his next assignment.
He flipped through the file with a small roll of his eyes. Bodyguard assignments were easy in theory, but in reality, they were a logistical nightmare. It wasn't the danger that made him hate the jobs he was given, it was the people he usually had to protect; spoiled teenagers and trophy wives with no common sense made the jobs almost impossible. They normally did something stupid and put themselves in danger from it.
He had made an agreement with the Preventers a long time ago about this very situation. As long as the client did what they were told, taking the necessary precautions and listening to his instructions, he took all responsibility for anything that occurred in the duration of his duties. On the other hand, if the client ignored his directives and put themselves in a bad situation, he would not be held liable. All potential clients had to sign a contract stating that they agreed with this, so he wouldn't be held accountable if the worst should occur through no fault of his.
Borrowing a computer, Trowa did a quick search on Duo, not surprised that there wasn't much information linking him to the many businesses the man actually owned. Instead, all businesses were listed as being owned by a smaller company that was linked with the Maxwell Foundation. His curiosity peaked, he did a run on the Maxwell Foundation, green eyes going comically wide at the information he found. Duo was listed as the president and founder of the foundation.
The Maxwell Foundation had been responsible for the renovation of eight churches, four low-income clinics, five orphanages, and two low-income apartment buildings. Add all of this to the number of buildings that had been built with the funding from the foundation and the scholarships offered each year and the amount of money that Duo was giving out was astounding. After doing the calculations, Trowa figured out that if Duo had wanted, he could have bought out the entire company that Quatre and his family owned, which was sizable.
This thought brought his mind back to his former lover, realizing with a shock that after seeing Duo again, thinking of Quatre didn't bring the pang of guilt and loneliness it had before. He pushed that aside, to be mulled over later, and focused on the current issue. Quatre's family had made a number of sizeable donations to specific charities each year, picked very carefully to make the company look good. They took a tax break for the donations, helping themselves even as they supported their chosen charity.
Sitting in front of the computer, eyes on the screen with a listing of charities and organizations that Duo was involved with, Trowa took several minutes to turn over this new discovery in his brain. He was wary about getting involved with someone that had money again, not sure how to handle the complications it brought. He smiled ruefully, understanding that it was already too late to worry about becoming involved with Duo. He was already too far gone on the other man to leave. He knew that he would be making several trips a year to see Duo, wherever the other man may be at the time, even if it was as nothing more than friends. Now that he had seen the American after so many years, he was even more fascinated by him and the urge to remain nearby was strong.
Duo's money had nothing to do with it, he realized abruptly, had no bearing on the situation whatsoever. Trowa was enthralled by the man himself, the cheerful, caring, and giving man that had found him more than half drunk on a barstool and had treated him to an evening that had been more pleasurable than any he could recall in recent years. The man that had been stored in his thoughts for years, the memory never dimming, the man who had come to his mind when he was feeling down and needed something to cheer him.
Clearing the computer's memory of his search - an old habit from the war he had never been able to forget - he gathered his things and left the building in a hurry. On the way back to Duo's apartment, he made several stops, getting everything he thought he would need. Laden with bags, he approached Duo's apartment door. Setting some of his things down carefully, he dug in his pocket for the key he had been gifted with earlier.
A small smile curved his lips when the key slid into the lock, the feeling of homecoming washing over him in a wave. Grabbing his bags, he entered the large space, laughing at himself for his musings. He hadn't lost himself in fantasies for a very long time, and found it mildly humorous that he was doing it so often now.
Moving around quickly in the kitchen, he put most of the things on the counter, searching in the cabinets for the other items he required. It took him longer than expected, but he eventually had dinner started, the tantalizing aromas filling the apartment. He set the table quickly, using more of the items he had purchased, stepping back to check the overall scene.
Pleased with the result, he glanced at his watch, cursing when he saw it was later than he had assumed. Snatching the last two bags from the table, he ran into his temporary room, then into the bathroom, stripping his uniform quickly. A brief image of Duo standing in front of the shower the night before flashed in his mind, causing him to shiver in anticipation. He hoped everything went as he planned.
Hearing voices in the hallway, Trowa moved to stand at the large window, wanting to see Duo's reaction when he came in. Identifying the main voice as Car's, he shook his head, wondering if she had raised her voice in order to warn him, or if she just spoke that way when she got excited about something.
Duo was looking back at her over his shoulder when he opened the door, continuing the conversation they had been having in the hallway. “Like I said, I should be leaving in about two weeks, but nothing is definite yet. I might go sooner, or I might go later, it really depends on…” violet eyes went wide in surprise when he turned, the words trailing off in mid sentence.
Trowa had to smile at the stunned looks that Duo, Car, and Alexi all wore. The Russian was the first to recover, sending him a delighted grin and a wink. Alexi grabbed Car's arm, forcibly pulling her out of the apartment before she could protest. “Duo, you have the weekend off!” The man yelled before shutting the door behind them, leaving Duo and Trowa alone.
Duo's eyes scanned the room, taking in the candles and the soft music playing. Trowa felt a shiver travel up his spine when that gaze focused on him, roaming up and down his body, violet eyes shining in appreciation. One of the places that Trowa had stopped had been at an upscale clothing store, buying a pair of dark green slacks, picking out a gray silk top to complement the pants for this occasion. He hadn't bothered with shoes or socks, and knew the clothes he had chosen looked good on him, the lack of footwear only accenting the wardrobe. The way Duo's eyes lingered on Trowa's body conveyed he thought the same.
While Duo was staring at him, Trowa returned the favor. He had never had the opportunity to see the braided man in a suit, but he wore one now. The dark blue of the material brought out the color of Duo's eyes, making them seem an even brighter purple than normal. The suit fit him as if it had been tailored for him, snug in all the right places, molding to the slim hips. The white shirt showing underneath the jacket had been opened slightly, and the black tie had been loosened, giving Trowa a glimpse of smooth alabaster skin. Trowa took in a deep breath, holding it in for a moment to calm his raging libido.
Duo slowly began to walk closer to him, a small smile playing on his lips. He finally stopped when he stood just in front of Trowa, looking up through his bangs at the taller man. Trowa inhaled deeply, enjoying the subtle scent that Duo carried with him- male, musky, with just a hint of cinnamon. “Hello, Duo.”
The American's head came up, a bit more, meeting his eyes for the first time since the door had closed behind the others. “I was hoping you would be here when I got back. I would have been home sooner, but-”
Trowa reached forward cautiously, placing his fingers on Duo's lips to still the words. “Your timing is perfect. Alexi knew what I was doing,” his eyes were watching the spot where his fingertips lay, rubbing against Duo's mouth lightly, smiling when an eyebrow arched in question. “I asked him to keep you busy for a while.”
Duo's hand reached up, his fingers tangling with Trowa's. His tongue darted out, drawing one of those digits into his mouth and sucking lightly. Trowa's breath stuttered out at the sensation. Duo pulled their hands down, still intertwined, using the leverage to pull them together until their bodies were almost touching. Trowa took the next step, leaning down to brush Duo's mouth with his own, enjoying the gasp the long-haired man released.
He stepped back, putting some space between them, smiling at the beautiful man before him. “I made dinner,” he stated softly.
Duo's eyes grew even wider, “I was wondering what that smell was. What is it?”
“For an appetizer, we have raw oysters,” Trowa was still speaking quietly as he described the meal awaiting them, a softer tone fitting the mood in the air. “Then we have some buttered lobster tail for the main course, and for desert we have a chocolate torte, courtesy of the neighborhood Death's Delights.” He said the last with a teasing smile, delighted when Duo's face turned bright red. A random thought popped into Trowa's head, “You're not allergic to seafood or anything, are you?”
Duo's response was a low laugh as he pulled off his tie, followed by the suit jacket sliding down his arms, both items tossed on the back of a nearby chair. “No, I'm not. Sorry I didn't say anything about the bakery, I really don't think about it that much.”
Trowa maneuvered him into a chair at the table, crouching down in the floor and removing Duo's shoes and socks, placing them on the floor before letting his hands slide up the slender legs, relishing the play of muscles under the cloth. Duo's head fell back, a low groan falling from his lips as Trowa continued to massage his legs firmly. “Ohhhh, that feels good,” Duo moaned.
Grudgingly, Trowa stood, dropping a chaste kiss on Duo's lips. He began to straighten when he found his shirt was being gripped by a strong hand, pulling him back down. He allowed himself to be guided back to Duo's mouth, their lips meeting again, still slow, but much more thorough this time. When Duo gasped, he took advantage of the moment, sliding his tongue to move leisurely against the other man's. Needing air, he pulled away, taking the precaution of stepping out of Duo's reach, removing himself from the temptation the other man was proving to be. “Aren't you hungry?”
“Famished,” the braided man replied, voice husky with need. The violet eyes reflected a hunger that had nothing to do with food, and Trowa to contemplated ignoring the meal in favor of sating the need he could see focused on him before making the decision to prolong the evening, making it special in the process.
Circling into the kitchen, he removed the appetizers from the refrigerator, turning the oven on before he moved back to the table, ensuring the lobster tails would be done by the time they finished with the oysters.
He set the plate down on the table, smiling at Duo as he went back for the wine he had bought for this occasion. “It's not the stuff we had last night, but I was assured that this would complement the meal.” He poured a glass, then held it up to Duo's lips, letting the other man take a long sip before setting it aside.
Duo smiled, licking his lips to capture any remaining liquid. Looking at the table he frowned when he saw only the oysters surrounded by ice, and a single fork, “Silverware and plates?”
“Not necessary for what I have planned,” he took an oyster and, after pulling it away from the shell with the fork, held it to Duo's mouth, smiling when pink lips parted, allowing him to slide the food inside. Right as Duo swallowed, he leaned forward, trailing his tongue quickly up the side of the American's neck.
Duo swallowed, shivering at the same time from the duel sensations. Without speaking, he took the next oyster, repeating the separation of shell and mussel, then fed it to Trowa, covering Trowa's mouth with his own after sliding the delicacy in. Taking their time, they fed each other slowly, occasionally taking sips of the wine from the single glass between them. Once all the oysters were gone, Trowa followed the urge to take Duo's mouth, the kiss deep and probing, both men breathless by the time he pulled away. “We still have the main course.”
“If I agree, can we hold the torte until tomorrow?”
“You have something else in mind for dessert?” Trowa teased.
“If you don't, then we might have a problem,” Duo replied, his eyes twinkling with merriment and lust.
“I think we may be able to come to an agreement about our choice of desserts,” he was enjoying the entendre, pleased to verbally spar with Duo. He retrieved the lobster, then hurried back to his seat beside Duo. He knew they still had a lot of things to discuss, but for tonight, he just wanted to pamper the other man a little, wanted to forget the world outside and take some time for them alone. If he was given the oppurtunity, he wanted to spoil Duo often in the future. He blew on the shellfish, trying to cool it a little. “Still hot,” he said to Duo in explanation.
Turning his gaze to Duo, he eyed the visible skin at the American's neck, then the melted butter dripping from the lobster tails, then back to the skin. His mouth began to water, and it had nothing to do with the food. Carefully, he dipped a finger into the butter, making sure it wasn't too hot for what he intended.
With Duo watching him, he moved his moistened fingers to Duo's neck, smearing the warm liquid on Duo's skin. A wicked grin appeared before he leaned forward, attacking the area with his mouth, removing all traces of the butter with his tongue. Duo's head fell back, exposing more of the smooth column to Trowa's hungry lips. He continued his assault, encouraged by the low moans that fell from Duo's mouth, forgetting the pretense of butter, enjoying the pure taste of the other man's skin
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Trowa heard a low growl then found himself pushed back into his seat, the braided man climbing into his lap and stealing his mouth for a kiss. Trowa let Duo take control for a moment before wrestling it away again. His fingers went to work on the buttons of Duo's shirt, pulling it out of the pants it was tucked into, pushing it off Duo's shoulders and exposing the bare chest.
Breaking the kiss, Trowa leaned back to take in the sight of the other man half naked. He froze in shock, his fuzzed mind taking a second to identify what he was seeing. There were the thin lines of scar tissue that were the testament of a difficult life, of which he had his fair share, but what had caused him to pause in his study of Duo's chest was the two circles of silver that pierced both nipples. His mind flew back to the dream the night before, where his mind had conjured the erotic jewelry. He had given it no consideration at the time, too aroused to think past the haze of gratification, but now realizing that he had never put that aspect into any fantasy before.
Moments of silence passed before Duo leaned forward, putting his lips at Trowa's ear, licking the rim lightly and whispering, “Touch me, Trowa. Taste me.”
Hearing the words of what he had assumed to be a dream repeated to him, he shuddered, remembering the pleasure that he had received in the night. He knew he should confront Duo about this, question what had happened the night before and why it had happened in the first place, but couldn't see any reason to do so right now. Trowa let out a long moan and attacked the exposed neck and chest revealed to him, shoving any questions to the back of his mind, intent on taking what he wanted without the barrier of sleep and alcohol clouding his thoughts.
Duo leaned back, allowing Trowa to brace him as his back arched, exposing even more skin to Trowa's hot, eager mouth. The cries falling from the American's lips spurring Trowa on, and he wanted to hear more, the desire to taste every inch of Duo's skin overpowering him, pushing him to explore further. He had the suit pants unfastened quickly, his fingers tracing the fine line of hair down until the pants stopped his hand from going any farther.
“Trowa, the food,” Duo panted, his voice breathy.
“Fuck the food,” was his hoarse response. The statement was accompanied by a breathless laugh that was lost in a moan as Trowa captured one of those silver rings in his mouth, tonguing and tugging the jewelry relentlessly.
Trowa's arm began to ache from supporting Duo's upper body, the other man nearly boneless now, lost in the pleasure that he was receiving from Trowa's mouth and hand. In a quick decision, he flexed the muscles in his legs, rising from the chair with Duo still draped over him. The braided man's legs wrapped around his waist, his body coming up so his arms could wind around Trowa's neck, his mouth fastening to the side of Trowa's neck, tongue wild, teeth scraping lightly, making Trowa's knees weak.
The distance to his borrowed room was too great, so Trowa headed for Duo's bedroom as fast as he was able. He was having difficulty concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other since Duo's nimble fingers had managed to work the buttons of his shirt open and was stroking his chest and back while that hot mouth remained at his throat. It seemed to take forever to reach his destination. Once there, he fell on the bed, Duo still wrapped around him, their mouths clashing, hands roaming.
He pulled away only long enough to divest the other man of the rest of his clothing, Duo's hands clenching at his hair when he moved out of reach so he could worship the beautiful body before him, reveling in the scent and taste of it, worrying those erotic rings and eliciting groans from the American.
“Trowa, please,” he didn't know what Duo was begging for, and didn't really care. He had an agenda that he had every intention of following through with.
“You got to taste me last night,” he smiled as he heard the sharp gasp of surprise, “now it's my turn.” That was the only warning he gave before he wrapped his mouth around Duo's thick erection, sucking hard at the head.
The American's body bowed off the bed at the sudden feeling, letting out a keening wail, his fingers clenching almost painfully in Trowa's hair. Trowa didn't even pause in his ministrations, working Duo's member until the other man was moaning uncontrollably, his hands fisted in the sheets beneath him, his head tossing from side to side in rapture. Trowa could feel the body tensing, the stomach tightening, the unmistakable signs that Duo was on the verge of bliss and sped up his pace. He was rewarded with his name being shouted as Duo came, the sound reverberating off the walls. Trowa drank down the salty fluid, relishing the flavor of this man more than anything he had ever tasted. He milked Duo greedily, desperate to get every drop of the ambrosia.
Duo's body was trembling with the aftermath of his orgasm as Trowa crawled back up to take his mouth again, letting Duo taste himself. Pulling away with a smirk, he took in the flushed face and the sheen of sweat that covered Duo's chest. He lost his smirk with a gasp when Duo's eyes opened to reveal an appetite that had not yet been sated. “More Trowa. I want more of you,” he breathed, Trowa shivering as Duo rubbed against him, the braided man already becoming hard again.
When slender hands moved up his shirt, he leaned up long enough to undo the last of the buttons, pulling it off his arms then tossing it to the side, gasping as calloused fingers unerringly found a nipple, rubbing it until it was as hard as a pebble. He let out a startled noise when Duo rolled them, finding himself on his back, the other man braced above him with an evil smile. His mouth was suddenly plundered; tongue plunging inside and warring with his own. He barely had time to register the hands that were wandering down his body before they had his pants undone, dipping inside and under his boxers to grasp his hardness. Trowa hissed out a breath between his teeth as Duo moved his hand, kneading the hot flesh.
Cool air caressed his skin, and Trowa wondered for a split second when his clothes had vanished. Then, the thought flew out of his mind when he felt Duo's mouth on him replacing his hands that were now making a path along Trowa's legs, up to where they could grasp his hips. Trowa's entire existence narrowed down to the feeling of what Duo was doing, the feeling of hands and mouth taking over his awareness.
Much too soon, Duo's mouth left him, the braided man gliding up his body, skin making contact with skin, Trowa's nerves screaming in pleasure at the touches. Duo sat astride his body, their erections rubbing together, the friction pleasurable almost to the point of pain.
The kisses they shared were passionate, open mouthed and enthusiastic, with tongues battling and heavy pants between them. Trowa's hands were all over Duo's body, his blunt nails leaving faint tracks on the pale skin of Duo's back before burying in the thick hair, holding Duo's head so he could plunder the hot mouth pressed to his own. Duo managed to separate them, chest heaving, his breath washing across Trowa, “Take me?”
Trowa's heart staggered to a stop for a moment at the request before restarting at an even faster rate. He couldn't find his voice, instead releasing a long moan then pulling Duo back to him to take his mouth captive once more, rolling them back over, thankful that Duo had a large bed. Coming up for air, he stared at Duo's eyes, trying to make sure this was what the other man really wanted. As if sensing the silent question, Duo smiled softly, one of his hands running through the hair at the back of Trowa's head. “I want you inside me, Trowa. It's something I wanted for a long time.”
“Do you have anything…?”
Duo turned a bright red, making his color of his eyes seem even more vivid, “I don't have any actual lube, but I have some massage oil, if that will work.”
Frowning, Trowa took in the self-conscious look and moved off of the other man, letting Duo reach into the drawer beside the bed, pulling out a bottle and handing it to Trowa. A notion entered Trowa's head that he almost pushed aside, dismissing it as absurd, but then he found he had to ask, “Duo, have you ever done this before?”
“Ummmm, no, not exactly,” Duo was turned away, not meeting his eyes, his face flaming in his mortification. “A few blowjobs here and there is the farthest I've ever gone.”
“Why?” Trowa waited, discovering that the answer to this question was more important than he could have ever believed. “Why haven't you ever been with anyone?” The idea that Duo had never been with anyone, that he had never been touched in such intimate ways making him pause in consideration, even while his body thrummed in anticipation of being the first to be inside of the beautiful man.
When Duo didn't answer, Trowa moved closer, wrapping his arms around the tense body and pulling them together. He stroked the long braid, trying to comfort Duo with small touches and caresses. “We don't have to do this,” he whispered, pulling Duo to lie beside him. “We don't have to do this now. We can wait for another time.” Curtailing the urges that his body was sending to ravish the lean body, he kissed Duo tenderly, hoping to soothe the anxious man.
Duo sighed heavily, his eyes not meeting Trowa's, yet pressing his body closer at the same time. “I want to, Trowa. I want you. I always have. That's why I never…” Duo flushed again, finally meeting the green gaze. “It never felt…right…with anyone else the way it does with you.”
Heart soaring, breath stuttering, and mind taking a happy skip into la-la land when he heard Duo's words, he took Duo's mouth, drinking in the surprised noise the other man made. Keeping their lips sealed, he moved his weight, resting it on Duo's body, feeling the proof of the other man's arousal pressing against his hip. Releasing that enticing mouth, he trailed his tongue down the strong neck, hearing the gasping breath from the man under him. He took a moment to look up, finding Duo's eyes on him with an astonished expression on his features. “Did you think I wouldn't want you after you told me?”
“I-I wasn't sure. I hoped, but I wasn't sure what you would think.”
Trowa smiled at beautiful man, not sure how to express how he felt about being the first to touch him, at least this way. Not only was it an incredible turn on, it also made him extremely protective, not wanting anyone else to touch where his hands and mouth had touched, or would touch in the near future. “I want you, but only if you are sure this is what you want, Duo.”
The timid and reserved Duo disappeared, only to be replaced by the sultry and seductive one that he had been earlier, hands that were sure of themselves stroking down Trowa's side to grasp his hardness, “This is what I want,” he stated, tightening his hand and brushing his thumb over the tip to spread the fluid that gathered there, “deep inside me. Now, Trowa, don't make me wait any longer.”
With a groan, Trowa regretfully pushed Duo's hand away, grasping the bottle he had let fall to the bed forgotten, opening it and pouring some of the oil into his hand, coating his fingers thoroughly. Slipping his lubricated fingers down Duo's body, he fondled the sac under the upright member briefly, massaging the tender skin behind them. Watching Duo's face, he slid his fingers back to the hidden entrance, teasing the skin surrounding the puckered ring. “I didn't think it was possible, but I want you even more now, knowing that I am the only that has ever touched you this way.”
He raised Duo's legs, positioning his body so he would have better access, then slowly, carefully, slid the first oiled finger inside Duo's body. Duo panted, his eyes sliding closed at the intrusion. Trowa rubbed his hip in comforting circles, hoping to keep any pain at a minimum for this man that meant so much to him. The thought that he was going to be the first to experience Duo in this way had shifted his thinking. Before, though he had wanted Duo, it had been about the mutual satisfaction that sex could bring to both parties; now, he wanted Duo to enjoy every aspect of their lovemaking, more concerned about how good he could make Duo feel. He knew that after this, he would never be able to leave when his assignment was over, the idea of parting from Duo for any time causing an ache to form in his heart.
He didn't let this idea stop him, too far gone in Duo's enjoyment to back away now. After working the first finger carefully, he slowly slid in a second, twisting them slowly, searching for the spot that would make Duo see stars. He found the bundle of nerves, pressing his fingers against them, smiling when the American's eyes flew open, his body tensing, a scream working its way out of his throat. Trowa added a third finger and pressed on that spot again, his own body shuddering in anticipation when Duo's eyes stared blindly as he experienced the new pleasure. Trowa's name was breathed into the room, the single word containing a wealth of pleading that he was unable and unwilling to ignore. Pushing the bottle into Duo's hand, he shifted his body, eyes sliding closed when a hand slick with oil wrapped around his cock.
Forcing himself to move away from the talented hand stroking him, Trowa removed his fingers, smiling when he heard the small mew of protest from Duo. He captured Duo's eyes with his own as he moved, positioning himself outside Duo's entrance, the long legs wrapped around his waist. “If you want to stop, tell me now,” he whispered.
A feral grin was the only warning he received before Duo pushed up against him, tightening leg muscles to impale himself on Trowa's erection, bracing himself on his elbows. Trowa shouted in pleasure and surprise, grabbing Duo's hips to still the American's body. He wasn't inside Duo all the way yet, and the urge to push in was strong, but he wanted Duo to enjoy this as much as possible. Duo's body pulsed around him, muscles squeezing while trying to get used to the invasion. Trowa waited a moment before pushing in again, rocking his hips in increments until he was fully seated in Duo's channel, hissing as his erection was squeezed again.
Trowa remained still by sheer force of will, allowing Duo's body to adjust. His erection being surrounded by the tight heat of Duo's body, combined with the sensation of his balls nestled firmly against Duo's ass nearly pushing him over the edge without any other stimulation. Duo pushed against him with a moan, “Move, damnit,” he rasped, eyes at half mast, nearly black with pleasure.
“I don't want to hurt you,” Trowa whispered, his mouth taking Duo's again. When he began to move his hips in shallow movements, they both groaned at the delicious friction.
“More,” he answered the husky plea, pulling out halfway slowly before pushing in just as slow, drawing out the pleasure for both of them. They moved this way for a long time, the tempo slow and unhurried, kisses long and languid, hands roaming over each other.
Trowa was lost in the sensations that he and Duo were creating. His view narrowed to the man beneath him, moving inside of him with long sure strokes, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back into the moist heat that surrounded him. He could smell the scent of sex, combined with the Duo's unique scent and the sweat that covered both of their bodies. He could feel Duo's hands on him, stroking his back, blunt nails scraping. He had never felt so much while with someone, had never had the sense of being half of a bigger whole. If he had any doubts about the depths of his emotions before, they were now put to rest in light of their lovemaking. He would never experience this feeling with anyone else. Duo was the match to his soul.
Duo was moaning, the pleasure overtaking him. Wanting to further the connection between them, Trowa reached for Duo's hands, lacing their fingers. He placed small kisses everywhere he could reach, wanting to experience every aspect of the other man. From faraway, he could hear his own responding moans, the sounds melding with Duo's cries to form a sensual duet.
He didn't know how much time had passed since they had started - time was unimportant to him now. The moments he spent with Duo, moving inside him, was one of the best experiences of his life, but eventually it all had to come to an end. Feeling the tightening in his belly, he sped his strokes, sitting back on his knees for better leverage. His eyes never left Duo's face, watching the pleasure sweep across the fascinating features. Duo had closed his eyes at some point and Trowa wanted - needed- to see those pools of violet, “Open your eyes, Duo. Watch me. Know that it is me doing this to you,” he whispered, pleased when the other man obeyed his command, the darkened violet glazed with a film of passion. “You're mine, Duo. No one else will ever touch you this way, make you feel this way,” he barely understood the words that fell from his mouth, but knew they were true.
Duo's eyes focused on him when Trowa moved one leg, placing it over his shoulder, changing the angle of entry, causing both men to gasp at the deeper penetration. Duo cried out, back bowing when Trowa hit his prostate, increasing the pleasure tenfold, but his eyes remained open, thrilling Trowa.
“Trowa, I can't take anymore…” Duo gasped, his voice no louder than a breath. “Please, please, Trowa, please…”
Knowing what Duo was pleading for, Trowa released his grip on Duo's leg, moving it to Duo's erection, wrapping his fingers around the turgid flesh and pumping in time with his hips, speeding up the rhythm, slamming into the American steadily. His other hand remained twined with Duo's, not wanting to let go of that connection. His own body was begging for release, but he held back, wanting to see Duo's face as he came. He angled his entry again, making sure to hit that sweet spot inside the other man.
The body beneath him tensed suddenly as Duo came with a scream, coating his stomach and Trowa's hand with the thick fluid. The sight of Duo caught in the throes of passion, eyes open but blind, mouth open and head thrown back was enough to send Trowa careening after him, spilling his seed deep into the warm body.
Spent, sated, and exhausted, Trowa slumped against Duo letting the slender legs fall from him. He took a moment to regain some strength, then sat up, taking in the vision before him. Duo's eyes were closed, body flushed, sweat soaked hair plastered to his face and torso. The American was still breathing hard, his entire body limp. Trowa smiled at the sight, finally releasing Duo's other hand from his grasp. He brushed the bangs away from the other man's face as Duo's eyes fluttered open. “Are you okay?”
Duo took a deep breath before responding, then, “No. Not okay,” he whispered softly. Trowa panicked until he saw the soft smile touch Duo's mouth. “You're too good to be true, Trowa. If I find out this was all a dream, I think I'll die.”
Tired violet eyes fluttered closed; Duo's breathe evening out in the patterns of an exhausted sleep. Trowa remained where he was for a long time, watching the other man sleep, not really thinking about anything other than how happy he felt, truly happy for possibly the first time of his life. He eventually rose from the bed, going to the bathroom for a wet towel. Gently, he washed all signs of passion from Duo's stomach and chest, chuckling when he mumbled in his sleep. When they were both clean, he lay beside Duo, pulling the lithe body close, pulling up the discarded blankets to cover their nude forms. He fell into slumber minutes later, the American following him into his dreams.