GW: Edge
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Pairing: Heero/Trowa
Warnings: Bondage, knifeplay, smut
Rating: NC17
Summary: Safety to let go and fear of the unknown. For fic_on_demand.
"Heero?"
Trowa doesn't want to admit that his voice trembled maybe just a little. Heero doesn't answer, tightening the blindfold over Trowa's eyes and then the thin restraints around his wrists. Not enough to hold him down if he truly needs to escape, but enough to hold against the inevitable wriggling and writhing. Trowa feels Heero's lips brush the back of his neck briefly, and then he pulls away.
Trowa likes it. He likes it a lot, knowing he's in safe hands but knowing at the same time that Heero can do anything to him -- anything. He's safe but expecting the unexpected, and there's a bit of fear in that -- an intoxicating, interesting fear that has him licking his lips and shifting a little in his bonds.
The brief slash of the knife is like a line of fire down his chest, so cold and sudden and quick that it feels like it burns. Trowa whimpers when the blood trickles down, when Heero makes no move to clean it up. It's only a shallow cut, quick to bleed, quick to clot and close and heal.
He's in no real danger, and yet the second cut makes him tense, adrenaline flooding him.
He can feel Heero's slight smirk against his skin when Heero leans down, breath against his skin for a moment, then his tongue, trailing down, tantalising near the cuts but not near enough to lick away the tickle from the blood. He moans softly when Heero nips his nipple and writhes a little when he licks, slowly, deliberately.
"Heero -- "
His breath catches at a third cut, and then Heero sinks down onto his knees, licking up the blood in quick, deliberate movements, cleaning away the tickle and making the cuts sting a little in a way that makes Trowa's breath catch and then hiss out. Heero nips lightly at his hip then, reaching up and wrapping a hand around Trowa's cock.
"Please..."
Heero nips again at Trowa's hip, just squeezing him gently. Beg, he says, with no words, and Trowa tugs at his restaints a little. And begs, shamelessly, with the knowledge that only Heero can hear him in here. He's safe to let go at the same time as he's completely exposed and vulnerable and not safe.
He gets what he wants quickly enough, two of Heero's fingers inside him roughly and quickly, but not too quickly, and Heero's mouth on him, hot and teasing and entirely glorious. He tugs at the restraints, pushing eagerly into Heero's mouth when he gets the slightest give, ignoring the way the thin cords cut into his skin. That's just part of it. His heart is pounding, the sound throbbing in his ears.
"Please," he says, again, and Heero finally listens, getting up and moving round him, nipping at the back of his neck, his shoulder. Trowa feels horribly exposed, tied like this in the center of the room, but he likes it this way, giving Heero free rein over him.
Heero pushes into him fast, leaving him gasping for breath and whimpering softly again. After a moment, strong arms wrap around him, pulling him back against Heero's body, and he relaxes a little, swallowing back a cry.
"Heero..."
Heero nods slightly. He bites Trowa's shoulder again -- kind of hard, this time, and Trowa winces at the same time as he moans, at the same time as he gasps as Heero pulls out of him and thrusts back in hard, hard and fast and quick and rough, making Trowa cry out and then try to hold back and then try to hold back again.
This is the part he likes best. The restraints are good, holding him there, the knife is better, a hot chill of fear and adrenaline, but this is best, just rough enough to give it an edge that allows him to let go, pressing back into Heero's arms and enjoying being looked after at the same time as fearing what Heero can do while he can't see, can't move properly.
Heero's hand wraps round his cock, squeezing gently as Heero pushes harder into him, and he hears the growled command to come against his ear almost as he just does, the cry spilling out and filling his ears as much as Heero's low groan when he pushes deep one more time and then holds still, gasping for breath and trembling almost as much as Trowa is. They're silent for a long moment, and Heero holds onto him tightly as he starts to relax.
Then Heero pulls out of him and moves away for a moment.
The blindfold slips off easily and for a moment Heero avoids his eyes as he undoes the restraints, picking at the knots and getting them undone quickly, his hands smoothing over the slightly abused, reddened skin. "Don't get why you like that," he mumbles, softly. "Don't know why you let me -- "
Trowa puts his fingers over Heero's mouth, hushing him. "I don't know, either. But that's a good thing."
Heero leans against him, and he wraps his arms around him comfortably, pulling him close and squeezing a little. Heero huffs and holds him in return, head resting against his shoulder. "Whatever you say. I'll never understand you."
Trowa smiles a little. "Good."
Pairing: Heero/Trowa
Warnings: Bondage, knifeplay, smut
Rating: NC17
Summary: Safety to let go and fear of the unknown. For fic_on_demand.
"Heero?"
Trowa doesn't want to admit that his voice trembled maybe just a little. Heero doesn't answer, tightening the blindfold over Trowa's eyes and then the thin restraints around his wrists. Not enough to hold him down if he truly needs to escape, but enough to hold against the inevitable wriggling and writhing. Trowa feels Heero's lips brush the back of his neck briefly, and then he pulls away.
Trowa likes it. He likes it a lot, knowing he's in safe hands but knowing at the same time that Heero can do anything to him -- anything. He's safe but expecting the unexpected, and there's a bit of fear in that -- an intoxicating, interesting fear that has him licking his lips and shifting a little in his bonds.
The brief slash of the knife is like a line of fire down his chest, so cold and sudden and quick that it feels like it burns. Trowa whimpers when the blood trickles down, when Heero makes no move to clean it up. It's only a shallow cut, quick to bleed, quick to clot and close and heal.
He's in no real danger, and yet the second cut makes him tense, adrenaline flooding him.
He can feel Heero's slight smirk against his skin when Heero leans down, breath against his skin for a moment, then his tongue, trailing down, tantalising near the cuts but not near enough to lick away the tickle from the blood. He moans softly when Heero nips his nipple and writhes a little when he licks, slowly, deliberately.
"Heero -- "
His breath catches at a third cut, and then Heero sinks down onto his knees, licking up the blood in quick, deliberate movements, cleaning away the tickle and making the cuts sting a little in a way that makes Trowa's breath catch and then hiss out. Heero nips lightly at his hip then, reaching up and wrapping a hand around Trowa's cock.
"Please..."
Heero nips again at Trowa's hip, just squeezing him gently. Beg, he says, with no words, and Trowa tugs at his restaints a little. And begs, shamelessly, with the knowledge that only Heero can hear him in here. He's safe to let go at the same time as he's completely exposed and vulnerable and not safe.
He gets what he wants quickly enough, two of Heero's fingers inside him roughly and quickly, but not too quickly, and Heero's mouth on him, hot and teasing and entirely glorious. He tugs at the restraints, pushing eagerly into Heero's mouth when he gets the slightest give, ignoring the way the thin cords cut into his skin. That's just part of it. His heart is pounding, the sound throbbing in his ears.
"Please," he says, again, and Heero finally listens, getting up and moving round him, nipping at the back of his neck, his shoulder. Trowa feels horribly exposed, tied like this in the center of the room, but he likes it this way, giving Heero free rein over him.
Heero pushes into him fast, leaving him gasping for breath and whimpering softly again. After a moment, strong arms wrap around him, pulling him back against Heero's body, and he relaxes a little, swallowing back a cry.
"Heero..."
Heero nods slightly. He bites Trowa's shoulder again -- kind of hard, this time, and Trowa winces at the same time as he moans, at the same time as he gasps as Heero pulls out of him and thrusts back in hard, hard and fast and quick and rough, making Trowa cry out and then try to hold back and then try to hold back again.
This is the part he likes best. The restraints are good, holding him there, the knife is better, a hot chill of fear and adrenaline, but this is best, just rough enough to give it an edge that allows him to let go, pressing back into Heero's arms and enjoying being looked after at the same time as fearing what Heero can do while he can't see, can't move properly.
Heero's hand wraps round his cock, squeezing gently as Heero pushes harder into him, and he hears the growled command to come against his ear almost as he just does, the cry spilling out and filling his ears as much as Heero's low groan when he pushes deep one more time and then holds still, gasping for breath and trembling almost as much as Trowa is. They're silent for a long moment, and Heero holds onto him tightly as he starts to relax.
Then Heero pulls out of him and moves away for a moment.
The blindfold slips off easily and for a moment Heero avoids his eyes as he undoes the restraints, picking at the knots and getting them undone quickly, his hands smoothing over the slightly abused, reddened skin. "Don't get why you like that," he mumbles, softly. "Don't know why you let me -- "
Trowa puts his fingers over Heero's mouth, hushing him. "I don't know, either. But that's a good thing."
Heero leans against him, and he wraps his arms around him comfortably, pulling him close and squeezing a little. Heero huffs and holds him in return, head resting against his shoulder. "Whatever you say. I'll never understand you."
Trowa smiles a little. "Good."