07-Oct-2001
Howdy, y'all! :) It's been a while since I did a GW lemon... and I'm not sure if this really counts as a GW lemon, since it could probably apply to any yaoi pair. ^_^ I tried to make it a "pick your (yaoi) pairing" kind of story; while I don't think any of the Ozzies would have this mental tone of voice, I hope it works for the pilots. :)
Warnings: It's quick. It's dirty. It's a yaoi (male/male) PWP. What more needs be said? ;)
Sunrise is the most beautiful time of day, especially if you're spending it in bed, cozily snuggled up with someone. Especially if that someone has the face of a sleeping child and the body of a young god, warm, sculpted perfection, gilded by the sun's first caress.
Not that I ever get to enjoy sunrise for very long, before he gets up to do his usual grooming routine - shower, brush teeth, drag a comb through his wet hair - but I get to watch him prowling around the room, naked, gathering his clothing for the day.
Today was different, though; maybe he felt my eyes on him, but I couldn't tell you whether he wanted them there or not. He padded out of the steamy bathroom, freshly showered and wearing nothing but his underwear, then headed for the closet, and his clothes.
I couldn't help myself. Just the sight of that luscious backside and the way the thin material clung faithfully to its curves was enough to undo me, and I was on him in a half a second, bearing him face- down onto the mattress, yanking the underwear from his tight, muscular ass and opening my mouth on the back of his damp neck, savoring the faint, mingled flavors and scents of water, soap and potently, deadly sexy boy.
"We don't have time-" he began, but we both knew that if he really wanted to resist me, he'd have wiped the floor with me already. Thank God for teenage hormones!
"We have just enough time if it's quick and dirty," I whispered, tracing the tip of my tongue over the whorl of his ear and grinding up against that magnificent, gorgeous bottom. He made a noise, just the barest, whispered moan of assent, and I wasted no time slicking my fingers and driving them into him, rough because getting it rough made him really wild, and I couldn't bear to wait. He grunted, but his hips shoved back against my hand, and I quickly pulled my fingers out and then slammed into him, root-deep in tight heat and freezing just to feel his body shuddering in acceptance, shuddering at the suddenness of it. The move had won a startled little whimpering gasp from him, and I grinned as I pulled all the way out and then plunged home again, just short of brutality, though he would surely be feeling it later.
"Uhn!" he whispered, and then, "Yes!" I pulled out of him and roughly flipped him over, and he cooperated, letting me yank him down to the edge of the bed and then drive into him again. That was better; I could see him now, his face twisted in passion, the blood flush spreading over his chest, the strong white teeth biting down on his lower lip, his straining cock, swollen with blood and need and passion, moisture beading at its tip.
I hooked my hands under his knees and pushed them to his shoulders till he was doubled up under me, and it made him feel even tighter, and I watched as I began pumping into him, watched that lovely little ring of flesh clinging to me, stretching outwards as I pulled away and then gripping me even tighter as I buried myself in him again and again and again. His eyes were squeezed shut, and there was a blush across his cheeks, but it was hard to tell if the red tinge was his own, or the artistry of the rising sun.
There are times when being flexible is a godsend, and this was one of them. I bent over almost double to lap at the salty-sweet head of his cock, and my groan echoed his as the maneuver pulled me partway out of him, but I had what I wanted, the taste of that hard, twitching flesh, mine for the taking, and I caught it between my lips, flickering my tongue and chuckling as his hips bucked under me.
"Please!" he whispered, and I took him further into my mouth, as far as I could until only the head of my cock was still in him. He thrashed under me, and gave a choked little cry, and I felt the hot splash of his release against the back of my throat, and his body clenched so hard he almost pushed me out.
He was still shuddering when I rammed into him, all the way, and he howled, and that tight ass gripped me in shivers, and my vision blackened at the edges as I came and came, spilling deep inside of him.
My softening cock slid out of him, and I grimaced as I released him, and he unfolded from his cramped position, but then he smiled, and pulled me to him, and kissed me deeply.
"I like quick and dirty," he said quietly, and his eyes smoldered. "But now it looks like we both need a shower."
"I'll wash your back if you wash mine," I said, and smiled, sated and happily exhausted... until he got up to walk back to the bathroom, and the sight of his naked body, painted golden in the sunlight, stole my breath.
Quick and dirty is fun, but there's a lot to be said for slow and clean as well. I followed him to the shower, grinning.
~owari~
^_^
Yoiko
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