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Archivist's note: This story was inspired by the pose in this picture by ASIA.
Interrupting Chores
Duo hit the bed with a loud grunt, his naked ass in the air and his dick hard and hurting. Heero's weight wasn't more than a second behind, and fingers were questing for his asshole before he could blink twice. "Don't you think," Duo panted as Heero's hand moved insistently beneath him to wrap around his erection, "that maybe we could have some sheets over us for once? Maybe even a blanket?" Heero groaned impatiently and tugged the covers up and over them as best he could while trying to pleasure Duo at the same time. "You know, this could've been avoided if you hadn't just attacked me like you did," Duo pointed out as he flipped his mussed braid over his shoulder. Heero's hand moved up and down on his cock in a not-so-smooth fashion, considering Duo was trying his best to thrust into the sheets below him as Heero's slick fingers slid inside of him. "It's your fault for wearing those shorts. Those damned jean shorts that should've been thrown out when you had to cut the bottoms of them for the fifth time." Heero groaned raggedly and slid another finger inside, stretching and pleasuring his lover. Duo moaned and clawed at the sheets, trying to lift his head and keep some semblance of control, but it wasn't working and he was already so close he knew he wouldn't last long once Heero was inside of him. "Damnit, Heero, just fucking do it. I'm lubed and stretched and all kinds of horny. If you're not going to let me do my housework then fuck me!" Heero used the hand that had been wrapped around Duo's cock to point himself in the right direction before he pushed inside, sliding past the resisting ring and into the tight tunnel that was Duo's ass. Duo pushed back onto the shaft and cursed, loving the feeling of being so full but hating that little bit of burn that always accompanied the first few moments of fucking. Heero wrapped his arms around Duo's waist and replaced the hand that had been on Duo's shaft before. He moved rapidly, pushing in and pulling out even as the sheets became more tangled and their shouts grew louder. Duo smelled like bleach and cleanser, but Heero didn't care. Duo could smell like moldy garlic and still smell good. He inhaled and exhaled as he moved faster and felt his orgasm approaching. Duo seemed to sense it too because he lifted his hips slightly, giving Heero's hand more room to jack him off. Heero stayed inside after his orgasm hit, moving his hand until Duo's warm semen leaked out onto both hand and sheet. They collapsed together onto the bed, worn out but happy.
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