[skin]

Title: Skin
Author: Link Worshiper
Pairing: 1=2
Warnings: Duo POV, SHAMELESS PWP, spanking, etc.
Stuff: This is kind of a response sort of thing for Wicked to go with the fic of hers I've dubbed 'the cock slut pr0n'. I seriously scrawled it out on the back of my handouts in class today and transcribed it to the computer, so sorry for any shoddiness. Happy 2/12, friends ^__^

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I came home to find him masturbating on our bed. Legs spread, he was fucking himself with hi favourite dildo - the thick navy blue one he said he loved so much because it felt most like my cock when it was inside him, that it was what got him off the most. I have to admit I was rather flattered he was fond of such a nicely sized one for that reason, but I also found myself a little jealous of the damn thing, sometimes. It made me angry to think of my precious little kitten ramming himself down on something other than my cock. I didn't like the idea of him coming for any other reason than our lovemaking together.

"Heero," I growled, leaning against the footboard as I watched him, the leash I kept for him in the bureau coiled around my hand. I'd just returned from a weeklong mission in America, but he was too lost in his passion to realize I'd gotten back. I did enjoy the sight of him touching himself, one of his hands work his cock harder as he started pounding himself harder with the dildo. He let out an impassioned cry of my name as he finally reached his climax, the white semen splattering liberally over his abdomen. I licked my lips, calling him again as I slapped the looped end of the leather strap across one palm.

He noticed me then, lazily opening his eyes and meeting mine sheepishly. He knew what he'd done, his gaze momentarily flicking down to the strap poised in my hand. "I'm sorry, Duo," he murmured, his voice still raspy from the throes of his passion. "I couldn't help it. I missed you - I needed you, and I just couldn't wait any longer...."

"Enough," I silenced him, holding up a hand. "You know it bothers me when you come without me, baby. You knew I'd be upset." I snapped the leather leash against my palm again, and then draped it over the footboard. "You must like being punished, kitten."

He moaned, stretching his coiled legs across the bed and propping himself up on his elbows. "I just needed your cock, Duo. Wanted you to fuck me so bad, it hurt."

"Then you'll get your wish, you insatiable thing," I purred, unbuttoning my shirt and shedding it to the floor as I grabbed his leash back into my hand and clambered over the footboard to mount the bed, tossing the dildo carelessly over the side. "Turn over, Heero, baby. Let me remind you whose cock is your master."

He willingly obeyed my command, stretching his arms forward and wrapping them around one our plump pillows. The way he so easily laid himself out across the bed, presenting his beautiful, bare ass to me, reminded me of how much he liked such rough shows of affection.

I leaned low over his body as I wrapped his leash back around my hand, the loop dangling between my fingers. My naked chest was almost upon the curve of his back. "You may not come until I say, kitten," I told him, my voice a harsh ghost against his ear. "You've done enough of that for now."

With that, I straightened, straddling his calves and bringing the leather implement down upon his flesh. He let out a pleasure-ridden hiss, his buttock instinctively tightening under the pain. "You're a terribly naughty boy, Heero," I reminded him with another bite from the leather. "You like being naughty, don't you, baby." Another lash fell against his cheeks; he strengthened his hold on the pillow. "You like it so much, you're a slut for punishment. It makes you hard, doesn't it? Are you hard, yet, baby? Do you wanna come yet?"

Between each phrase, I slapped the leash against that fine ass. He'd bent his knees a little, lifting his hips into the air to relieve his yearning cock from being ground into the mattress. And letting out the most needy sobs of desire I'd ever heard from him. "I want it, Duo!" he begged shamelessly. "Give it to me, baby. Please! I can't stand it anymore!"

I let up on my assault, the leash falling limp over my fingers again. Gently, I caressed my palm across the pink stripes ribbing his ass. "You think you're ready for a reward?" I asked, bending down to lay a flurry of soft kisses over his abused flesh. "You clearly don't have any idea just what a bad, bad boy you are." I sat back again, content to massage his buttocks as I struggled to unbutton my fly and pull out own arousal. Dick in hand, I started to stroke myself as I brought the strap back to lay the most stinging blow yet. The leather creaked as it came down upon his ass, the slap it made against his flesh resonating deliciously amid the chorus of our groaning. "Tell me why you deserve my cock. Why should I let you come, kitten?"

I smacked his ass again, and the whimper it elicited delayed his response. "Because I'm your slut, Duo," he sobbed, his ass rising to meet my lashes. His cock swung stiffly between his thighs, its tip dripping uncontrollably as his mounting orgasm awaited my consent to be released. "Because I'm a greedy slut for your big, hard cock!"

I flicked his leash across his ass and then slid the leather across the newly reddened patch of skin lovingly. "Tell me more, baby," I whispered, eyeing his backside with redefined intentions. "Tell me what you want - the things only I can give you, baby."

He pleaded for me without shame or reservation, desperate for the satisfaction found in our coupling. "I want to be on my hands and knees for you while you fuck me, Duo," he cried, his words muffled in the stuffing of the pillow as he lifted his hips higher still, presenting his ass like a sacred offering. I grew more relentless in my treatment of his gift, adoring the desperate way his voice climaxed in ways I wouldn't allow his body to just yet. "You're better than any toy! You give it to me better than anyone! Even one night is too long to be without you and I need you to end this past week of lonely anguish. Please, baby, I need you to fuck me right now!"

The way he shouted that last part made the hand on my own cock tighten around it almost painfully. The leash's metal clip jangled loudly as it hit the bureau as I cast it aside. I think both of us were quickly losing interest in this painfully torturous charade. "On all fours, angel," I commanded him, not surprised to see how quickly he scrambled into position. I spat on my hand and smeared it in with my precum along the length of my throbbing cock, far too hungry for him to even think of searching out the lube. For once, I was thankful to that treasured dildo of his, for making the need to stretch him with my fingers a faster, much less involved process. "And kitten," I added, leaning close to his ear so I could whisper to him, "when you come, I want to hear my name at the top of your lungs."

The bed rocked beneath our shifting weight as I slammed into him, riding his perfect ass as wildly as I knew how. I loved the way his hipbones curved beneath my palms, how hard his tensing muscles were beneath my fingers. Tiny sequins of perspiration glistened across his back as he impaled himself back onto my cock like he couldn't ever take enough of it into himself. Judging by the abandoned moans and yells that were coming from his mouth, I'd say he was nailing his secret pleasure spot with every thrust. Not that I didn't doubt his need for me, but his frenzied movements made it even clearer how much he'd missed being able to make love to me whenever he wanted.

And, obedient as he was, when his orgasm exploded across the rumpled sheets pinched beneath our knees, he cried my name so loudly, it was a wonder the neighbours didn't complain. My own release was warm against my skin as it trickled from within him and down our legs. It was wet and sloppy and I knew both of us had thoroughly enjoyed every second of it. I gave him a few more teasing thrusts before I pulled out of him, falling to the mattress and rolling him on top of me as I did so.

"You're not done yet, baby," I told him, lifting his chin so I could meet his eyes, which were still dark with the haze of passion. "I feel so messy. Be a good kitten and lap up your milk."

He smirked knowingly, keeping a hand tight on one of my shoulders as he slid down the length of my body, his tongue hot against my belly as he dragged it over my skin to hungrily lick at the sticky residue of our mingled semen that clung to my groin and thighs. He buried his nose into the course hair between my legs, reveling in the heavy, sensual scent that lingered there. His tongue found its way to my cock, and once I felt it slick against the flesh of it, I knew what sort of temptations were foremost in his mind. Heero's reverence for my cock - both feeling it and sucking it alike - bordered on perverse obsession. Not that my addiction to him was any less tamable.

He was between my thighs now, bent over my groin and deep-throating my cock expertly. He pulled his lips around the thick shaft, running his tongue along the underside of it and twisting it erotically around the head before he swallowed it down again. He was watching me from behind the thick fall of his shaggy bangs as I started to grow hard again. He knew that he had me completely under his control now and that I'd do nothing to fight it. I started bucking my hips in an effort to keep my cock seated in the moist cavern of his mouth as long as possible, but he kept up with my rhythm, even as my second orgasm flooded his mouth and pooled in the creases where my legs met my torso.

Still smirking with satisfaction, he kissed away the fresh semen, before sitting up and settling over my hips. He was licking the cum that had dribbled over the back of one of his hands in that sensually feline way of his as he looked down on me with adoring eyes and a private smile I knew he saved only for me. That expression was the sole reason I got up every morning - a unique gift I wouldn't accept from anyone else, even if they all were able to give it. But even if I searched to the furthest reaches of the ESUN, I knew that those eyes were like no others I'd ever find, and nothing would ever taste as wonderful as those lips.

"Okaeri," he murmured, bending at the waist to encircle my head with his forearms as he leaned over me to lay a long-awaited kiss on my lips. We shared the sweet moment together, the true culmination of my welcome home. When we parted, he fit himself against my side, holding me close and pressing my head against his chest as he tucked his chin around the top of my head. I could sleep so peacefully like this. I wonder what kind of power it meant he had if he could lull even Death into a dreamlike slumber that could last forever.

Just as I was starting to nod off, I heard him murmuring softly into my hair, "I'm glad you're back, but next time, let me know what your ETA is so I don't have to call into headquarters just to find out."

Bastard.

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