[GW] Skipping, PG-13, Smuttish, 2x1

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Emi's birthday.
08.12.2005


2x1 for my wifey though I marginally prefer 1x2. This goes on the assumption that the five ex-Gundam pilots have all decided to celebrate their birthday on the same day, since most of them don’t seem to really know. Just pretend with me.

16. skipping; 2x1, gundam wing, pg-13
Duo sat on top of Heero and admired his handiwork, the dark-haired ex-pilot lying beneath him flushed and breathing hard, shirt undone. “This is a lot more fun than that boring ol’ party downstairs,” he said enthusiastically, flashing a grin.

“Quatre won’t be pleased,” Heero groaned, fisting his hands in Duo’s shirt and jerking him down.

Their mouths met in a hot, tangled kiss.

“It’s my birthday,” Duo gasped out, braid falling over his shoulder as he pulled away from the kiss. “He can’t hate me for wanting to open my presents.”

Heero’s lips curved into a dangerous smirk. “I’m your present, am I?”

Duo leered at him. “And I’m going to unwrap you sooo slowly, you’ll scream.” He latched his mouth on Heero’s neck and nipped, hand working between them to undo the buttons of the nice dress shirt his lover had donned in honor of Quatre’s party. He moaned as Heero shifted his hips beneath him, rocking up into him. “God, Heero.”

“You know,” Heero murmured quietly, voice laced with amusement. “It’s also my birthday.” He slipped his hands under Duo’s untucked shirt and ran calloused fingers along the smooth back.

“Hey, whaddya know.” Duo quirked an eyebrow at him, unseen, and continued lapping at Heero’s throat. An idea occurred to him and he grinned, evilly this time, sitting up again to look down into Heero’s eyes. “Hey. So, what, you’re turning twenty this year, right?”

“Same as you.”

Shifting along Heero’s body, Duo said mischievously, “Well, that’s real special. You should have something to mark the occasion.” And he meant it literally, it appeared, as he then proceeded to give his lover twenty distinct love-bites. Among other things.