22-Feb-2001
Title: Pocky Plaything (3/3)
Author: Kimmie (JaenKaeGW@hotmail.com) & Aspen (hoodie@edible.nu)
Archive: GW Addiction.
Category: yaoi, light squick, PWP, lemon
Pairings: 1x2x3xpocky
Disclaimer: We don't own the characters, we mean no harm, we have no money... Stuff like that. Yeah.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: It's pocky. How bad could it be? *giggle*
Spoilers: None.
Notes: My life is complete. I have written a 1x2x3xyummyfoodstuff! Enjoy. ^__^
"I think we can deal you in," Trowa murmured, and Duo noticed that Trowa's eyes were roaming over Heero appreciatively, just as his had been doing all shirtless afternoon long. The ceiling fan was blowing Heero's errant bangs slightly as he stepped into Trowa's room and shut the door quietly behind him.
Lying before Heero was one of the most erotic and beautiful sights he'd ever laid eyes on and had the ability to recognize. The primal scent of sex hung in the room, laced with a definite sticky-sweet chocolate-like smell. Trowa, in naught but a pair of white socks folded down at the ankle and holding a few wayward sticks of pocky, was holding a just as naked Duo tightly against him. Heero could see the glossiness of Duo's heated violet gaze, and the naked long line of Trowa's legs and back, flushed and chocolate-smeared skin darker against Duo's paler complexion. And Duo's hair was out of its usual braid; strands of it were stuck to Trowa and great masses of waves flooded down his back and nipped at his bare ass.
The Japanese teen backed against the door in a fit of dizziness, eyes fixed on the sight before him. It was all he could do to keep from falling over at the moment.
"Trowa's winning," Duo added, and felt himself moan as Trowa trailed the tip of a stick of pocky up his thigh. In response, Duo ran his hand up Trowa's stomach, feeling the gentle inward curve and making the taller pilot gasp. Duo couldn't help but momentarily forget Heero's stare as Trowa's lips sought his frantically, and he opened for the jabbing tongue. He was not to be won over, however; and quickly reduced Trowa to a panting mass of nerve endings when his hand, sticky with chocolate and sweat, found Trowa's upright arousal and ghosted over it before pumping lightly. It was the most heavenly noise that ever could have spilled from Trowa's lips, that soft groan that took the shape of Duo's name.
Heero was still poised near the door, wearing nothing but a tight pair of pants and his own socks and shoes. This particular room, despite the endless cool breeze that came from the numerous fans, was particularly steamy, and that condition had come about because of the two pilots before him. However, Heero knew that things would get hotter before they started to cool down, so be stripped off what little clothing he wore, and tentatively approached the entwined mass of Duo and Trowa.
When Duo pulled away from Trowa to arch his back and neck while licking his lips lusciously, Heero claimed his mouth, ghosting the tip of his tongue along the already-swollen form of Duo's bottom lip. Duo moaned and pressed insistantly against Trowa, still stroking the boy's member. Trowa moved in on Heero, pulling him closer into their grouping, placing soft kisses along his sweat-dampened shoulder and bringing the heat-softened stick of pocky up Heero's side. When Heero pulled away from Duo, Trowa trailed the pocky up to Heero's lips. Hesitantly, Heero ran his tongue along the length, tasting and memorizing. It was heaven in his mouth and he eagerly allowed Trowa to push the length further past his lips. The sweetness counteracted perfectly with the saltiness that it had picked up from their skin.
Impossibly hard, Heero gasped as he felt a hand around his own turgid arousal, feeling a smooth thumb play in the fountain of pleasure at its tip. His tongue swirled about the pocky in his mouth, suckling in earnest as knowing fingers and lips and a tongue took his body for their pleasure, inadverently causing his own pleasure.
Trowa's eye was held steady on the glaze forming on Heero's eyes. To witness the stony, cool Japanese boy stepping into their embrace so tentatively had been amazing enough, but now to feel his muscle-bound body so openly, to see it streaked with his favorite vice - there weren't words. There were smacks of chocolate on his lips, so as his hand worked the column of rigid flesh in synch with how Duo's was stroking his own, he leaned in and pressed his mouth softly to Heero's. But, to his surprise, Heero responded hungrily, opening his mouth receptively and inviting Trowa in with a swipe of sweet tongue. Trowa squeezed his eyes shut, his arousal throbbing at the feeling, enjoying the small whimper that made its way past Heero's throat. Duo could feel Trowa was too close, and slowly let off.
Panting as his kiss with Heero was broken, the tall pilot sought Heero's hand, and lead it to Duo's neglected erection. Duo mewed in encouragement as Heero carefully wrapped his fingers around it. Trowa led Heero's hand into movement, then pushed Heero's back into Duo, allowing the longhaired boy to hold him as Heero pumped him awkwardly. The sight of Heero's dark bronze skin against Duo's paler skin was an erotic contrast, and Trowa licked his lips as he dropped to his knees before Heero.
"Ooh, Trowa... Heero!" Duo laced an arm under Heero's and reached to his chest to tweak a tiny nipple. Heero was staring down at Trowa, but was distracted by Duo's fingers and the sudden tongue tracing his ear. He let out a throaty groan, begging the green-eyed pilot with his eyes. Trowa brushed his hair away from his eye for a moment, licked a long lick up Heero's shaft, and sank Heero's erection deep into his mouth.
Heero gasped, his body tightening against Duo's. Duo gently sank his teeth into Heero's shoulder, fixed on the sight of Heero's cock so deep into Trowa's soft mouth and the feel of Heero's hand tight around his own erection. He rolled the Japanese boy's nipple between his fingers, thrusting into Heero's hand helplessly, the salt of Heero's skin tasting so good...
Heero curled his other hand into Trowa's hair, playing with the soft tufts behind his ear. He was letting out dazed pants, his expression a mix of desperation and astonishment. Trowa looked up and met Duo's eyes - they agreed wordlessly. Heero was beyond ready now, and for them, if the tension built any higher it would all be over way too soon. Duo slid from Heero, kneeling beside Trowa and pulling him off of the Wing Zero pilot as well for a Heero-flavored kiss.
Somehow, Trowa managed to gain enough foresight and focus to sneak away and grab his desired form of lubricant, a small box of pocky that he hid in a cabinet that melted, oh, so quickly. When he returned, he managed to snake a hand between the writhing forms of Heero and Duo, grasping their erections into one hand hold, and greedily leaning in and lapping at both of them. Twin thrusts sent them writhing against one another with fury as Trowa began to prepare himself with the acquired pocky, knowing that both Heero and Duo were too sweet to even think of taking him without lubrication. When he was through with himself, he moved on to Duo, taking one lick at the tip of the already-melting stick before cautiously parting Duo and plunging the sweet mass into his entrance as he bit down gently on Duo's bottom.
Heero felt Duo gasp against his lips, and pulled away, leaning down under one of Duo's arms to see what Trowa was doing. Manuevering the pocky within Duo, drawing gasping breaths, Trowa leaned up and caught Heero's mouth with his own.
Their tongues battled and Trowa prepared Duo by feel, slipping chocolate-moistened fingers into the American pilot, who writhed and wiggled with sensation. He raked his fingernails across Heero's back, making Heero jump and growl deep in his throat with pleasure. Trowa stood, running his sticky hands across Duo's back and gently turning him away from Heero. Duo, getting the picture immediately, thrust against Heero's middle desirously. Heero's eyebrows perked.
"Hmmm...!" he expressed inarticulately, hands clutching Duo's hips as he thrust back. Trowa moved aside, letting Duo kneel on his knees and one hand across the red, mussed, hot Tamahome sleeping bag. Heero kneeled behind Duo, moving Duo's masses of hair aside and stroking his bare back. Trowa's eyes met Heero's, and Trowa couldn't help leaning in for one more kiss. He ran his hand down Heero's stomach and then stroked his erection one more time, before he helped Heero position himself at Duo's entrance.
"Yes, please! Heero. Please," Duo was moaning now, beyond himself at the feel of Heero pressing into him. Trowa had prepared him well, and it hardly hurt at all as Heero slowly slid his solid, hot length into him. Trowa's hand stroking his hair let him know that the green-eyed object of his lust was still there, and he raised his ass as much as possible to accept Heero in. It felt wonderful. Heero's rock-hard thighs were pressed up tight against his, strong hands clutching at his hips, something so alive and hard and sweet pressing into him that he could do nothing but let his mouth hang open in amazement, whimpers and moans slipping out. Heero's soft groan was music to his ears.
"Duo!... Oh."
Heero bit down on his lip, that hot clinging velvet enveloping him and pushing him higher. He could still feel Trowa's skin on his, stroking his stomach, and knowing that Trowa was watching this new union somehow made it even more complete. He could feel himself finally hitting a sort of hilt, and paused, listening to Duo's strangled noises.
Duo, poised on his elbows, began incoherently begging both his lovers, for something, anything, more, please! The joined two began an experimental series of rocks, both becoming adjusted to the feeling of taking and being taken. Duo's mouth was forming words that didn't come out right, feeling so full he could barely take it.
"Trowa!!" he managed.
Trowa's mouth was suddenly on his, and Duo raised up to his hands, sucking on Trowa's bottom lip and whining at Heero's gentle thrusting. Low grunts were coming from the Japanese pilot at every slight movement; the American boy's hips were moving rhythmically against his of their own accord.
Trowa pulled his swollen lips from Duo's and quickly lay on his back. He slid beneath Duo as Duo crawled with Heero attached right onto him. The HeavyArms pilot's long, slim legs were raised by Duo, whose desperation was obvious in his quick movements, and were draped across Heero's shoulders. Heero paused for them.
Duo's eyes met Trowa's, and a grin spread on Duo's lips. Trowa's tiny smile reflected it in lust.
"Tro..."
Trowa reached up and took Duo's face in his hands, stroking Duo's cheekbones with his thumbs. He closed his eyes and arched to the longhaired boy. Duo closed his eyes too, and began to penetrate Trowa, the melty chocolate the green-eyed pilot had prepared himself with allowing him to slide in easily. A sigh was pushed from Trowa as Duo pushed himself fully within Trowa with one firm push. Trowa felt invaded, filled, touched more intimately than he had ever been touched before.
Heero, feeling Duo breaking their rhythm, pressed a kiss to Duo's shoulder and looked to see just what Trowa was doing now. The sight of Duo's arousal firmly embedded in Trowa combined with the sounds they were all making... It was enough to make a normal man come. However, Gundam pilots were not normal men. Their youth, their stamina, their resistance to torture (both physical and mental; pleasureful and painful) all aided them in having only to pause a moment before finding a new rhythm.
As they began to rock in time with the music of their heated murmurs and gasping breaths, Trowa noticed that the air was fraught with the scent of sex, pocky, and gorgeous men. He began to push himself back on Duo a bit harder at the thought, enjoying the sensation of being filled, especially since with every thrust that Duo made, he hit Trowa's "sweet spot". Trowa laughed as he thought about it. Some people had a sweet tooth. He had something else that he could enjoy a whole lot more.
Their rhythm was strong, though disjointed, and even Trowa's chest was heaving from exertion and all the powerful sensations he was recieving. Duo's hair brushed against his stomach, and Trowa stared fixedly at the passionate, dazed expressions that played with Duo's face. The longhaired boy's mouth hung open, and he gasped and made the most exquisite noises as he moved between the two more quiet pilots frantically. He was such a sight to behold - as was Heero, who had wrapped one arm around Duo's chest and was holding one of Trowa's legs with the other. His veins throbbed beneath his velvety skin, and he made tiny hissing, grunting noises in Duo's ear, cobalt eyes drifting open to focus on Trowa every few seconds. Trowa felt a gasp escape his lips as the feelings swirled higher.
The green-eyed boy reached up with both hands to toy with Duo's nipples.
"Ooh! Mmm, just like that! Don't stop! God!" Duo was begging to both of them.
Heero plucked two mostly-destroyed, melted sticks of pocky from Trowa's now chocolate-stained sock, slid one into his mouth, and offered one to Trowa, who took it and stuck it between his gritted teeth.
The hand that Heero had on Trowa's leg tightened as he began to push the rhythm to a faster beat. The pocky was melting wonderfully on his tongue. Duo was clenching so wonderfully on his cock. The whole room was pulsating with tormenting, sexual fervor and the delicious scents of chocolate pocky, sex, and the three writhing boys that the room contained.
Duo gasped as Heero began pumping his hips faster, hitting him so sweetly just where he needed it. "Oh, god... Mmm... Someone tell me why we never tried this before, please?"
Trowa plucked the stick of pocky from his mouth and moaned out, "Stupidity, I'm sure."
Heero bit down on Duo's shoulder, causing Duo to buck his hips even more wildly and moan. "Ignorance, more likely."
Duo was thrusting his hips back against Heero and forward toward Trowa as fast as he could. "Who cares? Faster. Faster!"
Duo´s voice veered off into a keening moan when his orders were obeyed. Heero´s vision was starting to go grey, his body and mind overloading from the erotic sights, smells, and sounds clogging the thick hot air of the room. Trowa´s leg muscle was stiffening beneath his squeezing fingers, and his head was slowly rolling back. Blasts of sensation were burning up his body, the pocky a melted smear of chocolate sweet on his tongue. He drove into Duo´s tight hot body harder and harder, not being able to stop, the moans from the two teens beneath him spurring him on.
Heero moaned, low and long, and commanded, "Come, Duo! COME!"
Duo shrieked, spontaneously grabbing Trowa´s waist and pulling Trowa against him tightly, as Heero did the same to him. Trowa´s fingers twisted at his nipples, sending the braided boy into a pocky-scented, shaking, spasming euphoria.
His body shivering in orgasm, Duo managed to say, "You, too, Trowa. Now, please." As his hand had worked down to Trowa's firm arousal, it didn't take much coaxing for the final member of their group to reach climax, releasing the proof of his pleasure atop softened streaks of sweetness.
Heero gasped at breaths and eventually collapsed behind Duo, pulling out, a steady gaze betraying his rapid heartbeat and still-convulsing member. "We have got to try that again."
Trowa trailed a finger through the come on his stomach and lifted it to Duo's welcoming lips. "I've got strawberry if you can be ready for tomorrow."
Finally removing himself from Trowa, Duo sighed. "How about we try something exotic... like, almond!"
Trowa shrugged. "I have just about every kind known to man. Except rum raisin. I will not take rum raisin up the ass."
The trio snuggled in post-coital bliss, occasionally licking away an errant bit of come or pocky from one another. As the fan in the room caressed their sweat-dampened flesh, they fell asleep atop a sex-drenched Tamahome sleeping bag that overlaid a lost and forgotten blue neko slipper to dream sweet dreams; sweeter than ever before.
Owari. ^__~
Kimmie & Aspen
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