GW: Control
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Pairing: Heero/Wufei
Warnings: Bondage, smut
Rating: NC17
Summary: Wufei's surprised Heero wants this. For fic_on_demand.
"I wouldn't have thought you'd be into this," Wufei said, looking down at Heero -- eyes lingering on the cuffs around his wrists, flickering down to his bound feet as well, and then moving to his face, noting in passing the hitch in his breathing, the little signs that betray how much he is into this. The corner of his mouth lifts into a tiny smile as he runs his hand over Heero's chest. "Bondage, I mean. All things considered."
Heero doesn't answer, not in words. That he needs to. Wufei can see that whatever his expectations, Heero is definitely into this. He smirks a little, pressing closer to Heero, grinding against him a little, and holding back a moan of his own to hear the little whimper he somehow draws out of him. He's surprised that he's got Heero like that -- but he knows an opportunity when it comes up and slaps him in the face.
"Wufei," Heero says, and he looks like he's about to say more, but Wufei kisses him, silences him, and reaches for the lube. There'll come a time when he can use this to tease Heero and drive him crazy -- but right now, right now what feels more appropriate is something more along the lines of fucking him into the mattress. He presses against Heero, pushing his tongue into his mouth when he gets the opportunity, and at the same time trying to concentrate on putting lube over his fingers.
Heero's response to being prepared with an edge of haste and roughness is gratifying. His fists clench, he tugs a little at the cuffs, and he breathes faster, breath hitching sometimes, sometimes breaking into a moan. Wufei pushes a second finger into him without really waiting and he pushes up, biting his lip hard and looking up at Wufei, his gaze hungry -- and yet there's something calculating here, too, so that Wufei wonders who is pushing whose buttons, and who is really in charge.
Not that it matters. Wufei twists his fingers a little to emphasise the idea that it's him, smirking a little when Heero's hips buck up.
"Wufei," Heero says again, a hint of a whine in it, and Wufei quells the smirk and leans down to silence Heero again, the kiss eager and fervent. He isn't going to make Heero beg: not aloud, anyway, his body is already begging for him more than enough. He pulls his fingers out of Heero and after that he doesn't make him wait, pushing into him with one long, smooth thrust. "Wufei -- "
He can feel Heero's body straining, pushing up against him, fighting for more purchase despite the cuffs. He buries his face in Heero's shoulder, inhaling the scent of him -- sweat and soap, mostly -- and biting to stifle a cry as he starts to move in him. He's never been able to understand the way this feels, how such simple movements make him want to moan or cry out or just come right there -- how such simple feelings can be so good, how they can threaten both his composure and the rhythm he's trying to establish --
"God," Heero says, half just an exhale, and Wufei slams into him harder, reaches between them to wrap his hand around his cock, trying to work up enough coordination to do it right. Heero moans, and thankfully it doesn't take long before he's arching up a little, coming into Wufei's hand, trying to catch his breath. He tightens around Wufei, and that proves to be his undoing -- he pushes into Heero once or twice more and comes himself, gasping out his name.
A moment later he hears a little noise: snick, like a lock coming undone, and then Heero's arms wrap around him. Wufei pushes up a little, looking at him in disbelief.
"How...?"
Heero just smirks.
Pairing: Heero/Wufei
Warnings: Bondage, smut
Rating: NC17
Summary: Wufei's surprised Heero wants this. For fic_on_demand.
"I wouldn't have thought you'd be into this," Wufei said, looking down at Heero -- eyes lingering on the cuffs around his wrists, flickering down to his bound feet as well, and then moving to his face, noting in passing the hitch in his breathing, the little signs that betray how much he is into this. The corner of his mouth lifts into a tiny smile as he runs his hand over Heero's chest. "Bondage, I mean. All things considered."
Heero doesn't answer, not in words. That he needs to. Wufei can see that whatever his expectations, Heero is definitely into this. He smirks a little, pressing closer to Heero, grinding against him a little, and holding back a moan of his own to hear the little whimper he somehow draws out of him. He's surprised that he's got Heero like that -- but he knows an opportunity when it comes up and slaps him in the face.
"Wufei," Heero says, and he looks like he's about to say more, but Wufei kisses him, silences him, and reaches for the lube. There'll come a time when he can use this to tease Heero and drive him crazy -- but right now, right now what feels more appropriate is something more along the lines of fucking him into the mattress. He presses against Heero, pushing his tongue into his mouth when he gets the opportunity, and at the same time trying to concentrate on putting lube over his fingers.
Heero's response to being prepared with an edge of haste and roughness is gratifying. His fists clench, he tugs a little at the cuffs, and he breathes faster, breath hitching sometimes, sometimes breaking into a moan. Wufei pushes a second finger into him without really waiting and he pushes up, biting his lip hard and looking up at Wufei, his gaze hungry -- and yet there's something calculating here, too, so that Wufei wonders who is pushing whose buttons, and who is really in charge.
Not that it matters. Wufei twists his fingers a little to emphasise the idea that it's him, smirking a little when Heero's hips buck up.
"Wufei," Heero says again, a hint of a whine in it, and Wufei quells the smirk and leans down to silence Heero again, the kiss eager and fervent. He isn't going to make Heero beg: not aloud, anyway, his body is already begging for him more than enough. He pulls his fingers out of Heero and after that he doesn't make him wait, pushing into him with one long, smooth thrust. "Wufei -- "
He can feel Heero's body straining, pushing up against him, fighting for more purchase despite the cuffs. He buries his face in Heero's shoulder, inhaling the scent of him -- sweat and soap, mostly -- and biting to stifle a cry as he starts to move in him. He's never been able to understand the way this feels, how such simple movements make him want to moan or cry out or just come right there -- how such simple feelings can be so good, how they can threaten both his composure and the rhythm he's trying to establish --
"God," Heero says, half just an exhale, and Wufei slams into him harder, reaches between them to wrap his hand around his cock, trying to work up enough coordination to do it right. Heero moans, and thankfully it doesn't take long before he's arching up a little, coming into Wufei's hand, trying to catch his breath. He tightens around Wufei, and that proves to be his undoing -- he pushes into Heero once or twice more and comes himself, gasping out his name.
A moment later he hears a little noise: snick, like a lock coming undone, and then Heero's arms wrap around him. Wufei pushes up a little, looking at him in disbelief.
"How...?"
Heero just smirks.