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gw500
Some Like It Hot (Smell) (challenge #104 - 'can't take the heat')
title: Some Like It Hot (Smell)
author: windsor blue
pairing: boypile - uke Heero
rating: NC-17
warnings/kinks: smutty, boypile, crossdressing, bathing, voyeurism
word count: 420-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! ^^;;
If there was one thing that could be said about Heero, Duo thought, it was that he was thorough. And that he looked mind-meltingly fuckable in a skirt. But principally, thorough. God, was he ever fucking thorough.
Duo grabbed a fistful of Heero's hair, pressed his nose into it - Heero's hair had been washed with perfumed shampoo, scented with Chanel #5. He'd been bathed in water touched with lavender oil. He brushed his lips over Heero's and smelled the powder on his face. Even the lipstick seemed to have a scent, faint and light, lingering over Duo's lips as he pulled back from the kiss, making his mouth water.
Just animals, Duo thought - that's all people are, is animals - and so he couldn't help it, how he was reacting. Animals who like to fuck and eat and so, yeah, mouth-watering, smells so good I can fucking taste him.
Hands - Quatre's hands - God help him, Quatre's hands still smelled like the shampoo from when he'd washed Heero's hair for him - scooped up Duo's loose hair and dragged it off his neck and shoulders, bundled it and let it fall. Duo shivered, closed his eyes - fuckin' Quatre, man; knows exactly how to get me squirming - Duo's skin prickled with arousal/chill and all around him the air smelled like sin.
Heero straddled his lap. The silk of his stockings rubbed against the sides of Duo's thighs, and the fabric of Heero's skirt was bunched up in his fists. When Heero reached back to put the head of Duo's cock at his hole, Duo's eyes flicked over Heero's shoulder - Trowa and Wufei were still lounging in the bath, the tub Duo was pretty sure Quatre bought just to fuck in, ripples skittering across scented water as they jerked each other off. Heero watched them too, over his shoulder, lowering himself onto Duo's cock too fucking slowly and only Quatre's hands on Duo's shoulders kept him from shoving in.
"Soon," Quatre whispered, hands moving up to Duo's cheeks, along his neck, painting his skin with the scent of shampoo and Chanel #5 - "Soon...okay, now. Now you can."
But he didn't. Duo waited, made himself wait just a few seconds longer. His fingers dug into Heero's hips, holding him still even while Heero gasped and squirmed against him, on him. "Quatre..." Duo grunted through clenched teeth. "Make him suck your cock while I...while we..."
Quatre smiled, moved to stand beside Duo's chair. "As you wish, Duo."
author: windsor blue
pairing: boypile - uke Heero
rating: NC-17
warnings/kinks: smutty, boypile, crossdressing, bathing, voyeurism
word count: 420-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! ^^;;
If there was one thing that could be said about Heero, Duo thought, it was that he was thorough. And that he looked mind-meltingly fuckable in a skirt. But principally, thorough. God, was he ever fucking thorough.
Duo grabbed a fistful of Heero's hair, pressed his nose into it - Heero's hair had been washed with perfumed shampoo, scented with Chanel #5. He'd been bathed in water touched with lavender oil. He brushed his lips over Heero's and smelled the powder on his face. Even the lipstick seemed to have a scent, faint and light, lingering over Duo's lips as he pulled back from the kiss, making his mouth water.
Just animals, Duo thought - that's all people are, is animals - and so he couldn't help it, how he was reacting. Animals who like to fuck and eat and so, yeah, mouth-watering, smells so good I can fucking taste him.
Hands - Quatre's hands - God help him, Quatre's hands still smelled like the shampoo from when he'd washed Heero's hair for him - scooped up Duo's loose hair and dragged it off his neck and shoulders, bundled it and let it fall. Duo shivered, closed his eyes - fuckin' Quatre, man; knows exactly how to get me squirming - Duo's skin prickled with arousal/chill and all around him the air smelled like sin.
Heero straddled his lap. The silk of his stockings rubbed against the sides of Duo's thighs, and the fabric of Heero's skirt was bunched up in his fists. When Heero reached back to put the head of Duo's cock at his hole, Duo's eyes flicked over Heero's shoulder - Trowa and Wufei were still lounging in the bath, the tub Duo was pretty sure Quatre bought just to fuck in, ripples skittering across scented water as they jerked each other off. Heero watched them too, over his shoulder, lowering himself onto Duo's cock too fucking slowly and only Quatre's hands on Duo's shoulders kept him from shoving in.
"Soon," Quatre whispered, hands moving up to Duo's cheeks, along his neck, painting his skin with the scent of shampoo and Chanel #5 - "Soon...okay, now. Now you can."
But he didn't. Duo waited, made himself wait just a few seconds longer. His fingers dug into Heero's hips, holding him still even while Heero gasped and squirmed against him, on him. "Quatre..." Duo grunted through clenched teeth. "Make him suck your cock while I...while we..."
Quatre smiled, moved to stand beside Duo's chair. "As you wish, Duo."