windsorblue
in
gw500
Aesthetic (Sight) - (challenge #103 - "gravity")
title: Aesthetic (Sight)
author: windsor blue
pairing: boypile - uke Trowa
rating: NC-17
warnings/kinks: smutty, boypile, bondage, voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation
word count: 490-ish
notes: Since there are five weeks in the challenge, I thought I'd try to focus on the five senses, how they work together and affect each other. And also try to make them all boypiles, because - well, five. It's a theme! Five weeks, five senses, five boys in a pile! ^^;;
It was a bit like chess, Quatre thought, but without the opponent - moving the pieces (players) in just the right way (perfect, yes) to achieve the desired effect.
Trowa moaned, breathless and stuttered, his sounds slightly muffled by the knot between his teeth, and when he opened his eyes - gaze boring into Quatre - his eyes whispered 'please...'
"Heero, go behind him and get him ready."
Maybe not chess, then - chess wasn't this aesthetic, although there was a certain beauty to the contrast of black versus white, each color pure and undiluted, perfectly measured little squares, forthright and earnest and unchanging. A certain mathematical beauty to that kind of consistency, and tactics aside, Quatre found he liked the game just for that.
Fingers slipping into Trowa's body, into and over and up his thighs and down his sides - beauty to the contrast of skin colors, hair colors, long legs spread wide and tethered with silk; silk-smooth ropes and silk-smooth skin and silk-smooth hair and yet still all those textures contrasted with each other.
There - Quatre thought, there is non-mathematical beauty; wild, free beauty.
"Wufei, shift his arms a bit so he doesn't get a cramp - there, that's better."
They moved as effortlessly as chess pieces, though, floating gracefully around Trowa at Quatre's direction. A ballet - maybe that was a better analogy. No, Quatre thought, that's not quite right either; for a ballet was a celebration of the aesthetic in its purest form, but this was as much a game of power and control as it was an appreciation of the visual.
Trowa's eyes followed them as they moved, weightless, around him. He didn't struggle against the bright red silk that bound him - better to be tethered in gravity this low; better to be the point of grounded stability around which the rest of them gathered. They had tried this once with all of them free and weightless, and it had been a minor disaster - bodies bumping into bulkheads as the shuttle dipped and rolled with the forces of space flight; anti-grav sex hadn't been all it was cracked up to be. At least, not until they'd figured out that having one of them kept stable was easier to work with.
Trowa liked being the point of stability.
Quatre didn't have to say anything - offered no direction - Duo knew it was time without being told, and he bent Trowa forward, pushed his cock into him, took his turn first. Heero slipped around to teethe at Trowa's neck, at his chest, and Wufei slid down to take Trowa's dick deep into his throat. With precision, they moved, like a well-executed maneuver, and Quatre was unabashedly proud of them, proud to be one of them.
Trowa's eyes caught Quatre again, and again Quatre saw "please" unspoken. He smiled, fisted his own cock that much tighter, ran fingertips over the head and teased along the ridge, the slit. Shaking with want - want to come, want for Trowa to watch him come - Quatre's hand moved down his shaft to stroke it faster.
author: windsor blue
pairing: boypile - uke Trowa
rating: NC-17
warnings/kinks: smutty, boypile, bondage, voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation
word count: 490-ish
notes: Since there are five weeks in the challenge, I thought I'd try to focus on the five senses, how they work together and affect each other. And also try to make them all boypiles, because - well, five. It's a theme! Five weeks, five senses, five boys in a pile! ^^;;
It was a bit like chess, Quatre thought, but without the opponent - moving the pieces (players) in just the right way (perfect, yes) to achieve the desired effect.
Trowa moaned, breathless and stuttered, his sounds slightly muffled by the knot between his teeth, and when he opened his eyes - gaze boring into Quatre - his eyes whispered 'please...'
"Heero, go behind him and get him ready."
Maybe not chess, then - chess wasn't this aesthetic, although there was a certain beauty to the contrast of black versus white, each color pure and undiluted, perfectly measured little squares, forthright and earnest and unchanging. A certain mathematical beauty to that kind of consistency, and tactics aside, Quatre found he liked the game just for that.
Fingers slipping into Trowa's body, into and over and up his thighs and down his sides - beauty to the contrast of skin colors, hair colors, long legs spread wide and tethered with silk; silk-smooth ropes and silk-smooth skin and silk-smooth hair and yet still all those textures contrasted with each other.
There - Quatre thought, there is non-mathematical beauty; wild, free beauty.
"Wufei, shift his arms a bit so he doesn't get a cramp - there, that's better."
They moved as effortlessly as chess pieces, though, floating gracefully around Trowa at Quatre's direction. A ballet - maybe that was a better analogy. No, Quatre thought, that's not quite right either; for a ballet was a celebration of the aesthetic in its purest form, but this was as much a game of power and control as it was an appreciation of the visual.
Trowa's eyes followed them as they moved, weightless, around him. He didn't struggle against the bright red silk that bound him - better to be tethered in gravity this low; better to be the point of grounded stability around which the rest of them gathered. They had tried this once with all of them free and weightless, and it had been a minor disaster - bodies bumping into bulkheads as the shuttle dipped and rolled with the forces of space flight; anti-grav sex hadn't been all it was cracked up to be. At least, not until they'd figured out that having one of them kept stable was easier to work with.
Trowa liked being the point of stability.
Quatre didn't have to say anything - offered no direction - Duo knew it was time without being told, and he bent Trowa forward, pushed his cock into him, took his turn first. Heero slipped around to teethe at Trowa's neck, at his chest, and Wufei slid down to take Trowa's dick deep into his throat. With precision, they moved, like a well-executed maneuver, and Quatre was unabashedly proud of them, proud to be one of them.
Trowa's eyes caught Quatre again, and again Quatre saw "please" unspoken. He smiled, fisted his own cock that much tighter, ran fingertips over the head and teased along the ridge, the slit. Shaking with want - want to come, want for Trowa to watch him come - Quatre's hand moved down his shaft to stroke it faster.