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Pervy Potluck: Over the Hood by Misanagi
The hood was still warm with the heat of the engine. Duo could feel it through his t-shirt, beneath his palms, on his cock. It wasn't so hot it burned, but it wasn't comfortable either. His cock was trapped between the hood and his stomach, and Heero was over him, one hand on the back of Duo's neck to make sure Duo stayed bent over the hood, and the other thrusting two fingers into Duo's ass, quickly and roughly. Duo's pants were lowered to his ankles and his legs spread. He knew Heero was fully clothed and probably smirking. The bastard. But he liked it. He liked to bend Duo over anywhere, and Duo complied because he liked it too. He pushed his hips back, making Heero's fingers slip in deeper. "Yeah, right there!" Heero played with him for a bit, withdrawing his fingers just to slam them back on that spot, making Duo cry out in pleasure each time. And then the fingers were gone and Duo bit the inside of his mouth, his cock twitching in expectation. Heero was inside him in one quick and rough thrust; Duo's moan drowning Heero's grunt. Hard and fast, that's just how they liked it. Heero's hands held Duo's hips. Duo could feel the material of Heero's jeans brushing his ass and the smooth warmth of the hood under his tights. Duo came, screaming an unintelligible sound, and staining the hood and the bottom on his t-shirt. He was still panting when Heero finished, and then they stayed there, in that position, for a few minutes, until Heero turned Duo around and climbed over Duo and over the hood to share a sweaty kiss. The hood was still warm.
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