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Fandom: Gundam 00
Title: Untitled
Genre: smut
Characters: Sumeragi, Allelujah
Spoilers: Season 1
Rated: NC-17
Summary: Allelujah does kinky stuffy with Sumeragi. (Written for the S1 kinkmeme)
Allelujah's entire brain shook with the supressed scream that reverberated through this skull. It took every ounce of control he had not to cry out in an inarticulate howl as his hands launched forward to grab a fistful of Sumeragi's lovely locks and spear her throat. His few sexual experiences were usually awkward and loveless, so he didn't know much about good head, but Sumeragi made up for that in spades. She was a blowjob queen, rolling her head in time with her hand.
And then, in an agonizing moment of caprice, she stopped. Just like that, she stopped suck and let her hand fall away. The cold of the room suddenly reasserted itself, frigid as the Arctic air against his spit-slicked member. He immediately moved to work himself back to full form, vigorously stroking. His visible eye burned with dismay and accusation.
"Why did you stop!?"
"What do you want to do to me?" She sounded like she was asking about the weather.
He felt a vein in his forehead bulge as if about to explode. "I...I don't understand."
"You never talk about the things you want to do in bed. You always clam up and say 'whatever you want.'" She curled her hair girlishly. She decided to forge ahead when she saw he was too blinded by his own arousal to say much of anything. "Go on. Say something--ANYthing. You're usually too reserved to speak your mind, so tell me what you want. What do you want to do right this instant, now that you're all hot and bothered?"
It took every ounce of willpower he had to force his brain back into a functional state to digest and answer the question. "I...I want to..." His face reddened like a tomato. "I want to make love to your breasts."
"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" She declared triumphantly, moving to the nightstand by her bed. "Most guys are into that, once they see the girls. I'm surprised it took you so long to ask. Ah--voila!" With a dramatic flourish, she produced a tube of lubricant and busily went about coating her breasts.
/Oh, God, that's hot/ Hallelujah panted in the back of his brain. /Oh, right, another dude talking in your head is probably a real boner-killer. But I'll be here, offering you moral support./
Satisfied with her sufficiently slippery breasts, she beckoned to him. "Come over here, stud, and let me make your dreams come true." He smiled like a kid in a candy store, savoring every last, little sensation--warmth, wetness, pressure--as his member comfortably slid itself into the valley between her breasts. Then, all at once, she pressed down around him from both sides, burying his cock in her cleavage.
Then he was off like a race horse, moving against her rapidly. As much as he loved his blowjobs, Allelujah couldn't even begin to compare it to the sensation of her mammaries sliding up and down his shaft. She was milking him for everything he was worth. And that's exactly what happened.
With a particularly urgent cry, he pulled free of her chest (however reluctantly). He pointed his member directly at her face, one hand holding her in place while the other slid along its length in a blur. Normally, he would never think of giving her a facial, but he had been given free reign. He threw his head back with a primal screech and emptied himself onto his lover, thick, ropy strands of his essence painting her face.
She finally lost her temper as he petered out, the last few drops going in her hair as she moved to wash it off in the bathroom. On some level, he felt bad. He hadn't even asked. But fucking her breasts to climax and blowing his load all over her face had been a long-held fantasy. With all the little uniforms and scenarios he had been through, he had earned at least that much.
And now, having tasted it, he wanted more. She re-entered the room with a lecture on her lips, but it evaporated in the face of the smoldering look he gave her.
"You know, I was thinking...if you're really serious about paying me back for all these fantasies, I have a few more favors to call in."
She was suddenly very tense. She had a sinking feeling. "What else did you have in mind?"
"Well, we have the lube already and I've always wanted to try it, so...can I try anal sex?"
"Absolutely not!"
"You made me wear a diaper."
"...Fine."
Title: Untitled
Genre: smut
Characters: Sumeragi, Allelujah
Spoilers: Season 1
Rated: NC-17
Summary: Allelujah does kinky stuffy with Sumeragi. (Written for the S1 kinkmeme)
Allelujah's entire brain shook with the supressed scream that reverberated through this skull. It took every ounce of control he had not to cry out in an inarticulate howl as his hands launched forward to grab a fistful of Sumeragi's lovely locks and spear her throat. His few sexual experiences were usually awkward and loveless, so he didn't know much about good head, but Sumeragi made up for that in spades. She was a blowjob queen, rolling her head in time with her hand.
And then, in an agonizing moment of caprice, she stopped. Just like that, she stopped suck and let her hand fall away. The cold of the room suddenly reasserted itself, frigid as the Arctic air against his spit-slicked member. He immediately moved to work himself back to full form, vigorously stroking. His visible eye burned with dismay and accusation.
"Why did you stop!?"
"What do you want to do to me?" She sounded like she was asking about the weather.
He felt a vein in his forehead bulge as if about to explode. "I...I don't understand."
"You never talk about the things you want to do in bed. You always clam up and say 'whatever you want.'" She curled her hair girlishly. She decided to forge ahead when she saw he was too blinded by his own arousal to say much of anything. "Go on. Say something--ANYthing. You're usually too reserved to speak your mind, so tell me what you want. What do you want to do right this instant, now that you're all hot and bothered?"
It took every ounce of willpower he had to force his brain back into a functional state to digest and answer the question. "I...I want to..." His face reddened like a tomato. "I want to make love to your breasts."
"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" She declared triumphantly, moving to the nightstand by her bed. "Most guys are into that, once they see the girls. I'm surprised it took you so long to ask. Ah--voila!" With a dramatic flourish, she produced a tube of lubricant and busily went about coating her breasts.
/Oh, God, that's hot/ Hallelujah panted in the back of his brain. /Oh, right, another dude talking in your head is probably a real boner-killer. But I'll be here, offering you moral support./
Satisfied with her sufficiently slippery breasts, she beckoned to him. "Come over here, stud, and let me make your dreams come true." He smiled like a kid in a candy store, savoring every last, little sensation--warmth, wetness, pressure--as his member comfortably slid itself into the valley between her breasts. Then, all at once, she pressed down around him from both sides, burying his cock in her cleavage.
Then he was off like a race horse, moving against her rapidly. As much as he loved his blowjobs, Allelujah couldn't even begin to compare it to the sensation of her mammaries sliding up and down his shaft. She was milking him for everything he was worth. And that's exactly what happened.
With a particularly urgent cry, he pulled free of her chest (however reluctantly). He pointed his member directly at her face, one hand holding her in place while the other slid along its length in a blur. Normally, he would never think of giving her a facial, but he had been given free reign. He threw his head back with a primal screech and emptied himself onto his lover, thick, ropy strands of his essence painting her face.
She finally lost her temper as he petered out, the last few drops going in her hair as she moved to wash it off in the bathroom. On some level, he felt bad. He hadn't even asked. But fucking her breasts to climax and blowing his load all over her face had been a long-held fantasy. With all the little uniforms and scenarios he had been through, he had earned at least that much.
And now, having tasted it, he wanted more. She re-entered the room with a lecture on her lips, but it evaporated in the face of the smoldering look he gave her.
"You know, I was thinking...if you're really serious about paying me back for all these fantasies, I have a few more favors to call in."
She was suddenly very tense. She had a sinking feeling. "What else did you have in mind?"
"Well, we have the lube already and I've always wanted to try it, so...can I try anal sex?"
"Absolutely not!"
"You made me wear a diaper."
"...Fine."