Graham's fetish (1/2)
anonymous
January 18 2009, 08:56:32 UTC
Graham's fetish was easy to indulge when it came to practical application. He was after all, at the simplest level, a mobile suit pilot. A close relationship with a certain sexually open-minded mobile suit designer made it even easier to get special time alone inside the cockpit, or with blueprints of designs, or miniature prototype models.
But when it came to pornography? It was nearly impossible to find anything relating to mobile suits, much less Gundams in particular. The A-LAWS didn't allow any sort of video-recording equipment inside of the suits, first of all, and second of all they weren't really Gundams, plus there was the fact that--
Well, it didn't matter anymore, because Billy had found it. Genuine Gundam porn, he'd said with a sly grin, and when Graham had asked where he might buy it Billy had affected a mock-innocent expression and asked why Graham wanted to pay for it.
Everybody knew that sex and porn were the two things that you should never have to pay for. At least with money, Billy had amended.
Which was how Graham ended up in Billy's room, mask off, with his hands tied above his head, while a display monitor sat at the foot of the bed and Billy sat behind him. Not too far behind, though, he was still pressed up close enough that the chill of the room didn't bite into Graham's skin.
"It's short," Billy murmured, his breath a ticklish whisper over Graham's ear.
Graham nodded; he would take short. He'd take anything he could get, and Billy knew it well enough not to apologize for the lack of length. No, he was just saying it so he could--
At the suddenness of the cool metal against his hip, Graham's thoughts derailed and he bit his lip. Billy hadn't said he was going to do that, but he'd said that Graham wasn't getting off until Billy wanted him to. Thus the hands tied. And thus the probe sliding downward toward his cock, the inhuman press of metal-on-skin making Graham's cock start to harden.
But when it came to pornography? It was nearly impossible to find anything relating to mobile suits, much less Gundams in particular. The A-LAWS didn't allow any sort of video-recording equipment inside of the suits, first of all, and second of all they weren't really Gundams, plus there was the fact that--
Well, it didn't matter anymore, because Billy had found it. Genuine Gundam porn, he'd said with a sly grin, and when Graham had asked where he might buy it Billy had affected a mock-innocent expression and asked why Graham wanted to pay for it.
Everybody knew that sex and porn were the two things that you should never have to pay for. At least with money, Billy had amended.
Which was how Graham ended up in Billy's room, mask off, with his hands tied above his head, while a display monitor sat at the foot of the bed and Billy sat behind him. Not too far behind, though, he was still pressed up close enough that the chill of the room didn't bite into Graham's skin.
"It's short," Billy murmured, his breath a ticklish whisper over Graham's ear.
Graham nodded; he would take short. He'd take anything he could get, and Billy knew it well enough not to apologize for the lack of length. No, he was just saying it so he could--
At the suddenness of the cool metal against his hip, Graham's thoughts derailed and he bit his lip. Billy hadn't said he was going to do that, but he'd said that Graham wasn't getting off until Billy wanted him to. Thus the hands tied. And thus the probe sliding downward toward his cock, the inhuman press of metal-on-skin making Graham's cock start to harden.
Reply
Leave a comment