A Joyful Gathering
In the master suite, Wufei was gladly ravaging his lover's sweet mouth as the other men put away leftovers.
For a change, the Chinese teen gave no thought at all to keeping things slow and romantic, Duo's teasing at the table having driven him nearly insane with lust. The two boys had tumbled into bed with all the grace of mating wildlife, not bothering to strip their clothes off before losing themselves in a deep soul kiss that likes of which they hadn't shared since Halloween.
Oxygen deprivation forced them apart briefly and Wufei nipped at Trowa's neck eagerly before gasping out, "Want you!"
Trowa groaned in the back of his throat and answered with a softly pleading, "Need you!"
Neither seemed the bit surprised as Wufei added in desperation, "Now!" and began clawing at his beloved's shirt, desperate to get the barrier between them out of his way.
Wufei dragged the other boy upright bodily, all the while continuing in his quest to strip the green-eyed vision. Succeeding in getting the shirt loosened from the waistband of the tight jeans, the raven-haired youth yanked it off and revealed Trowa's strong and enticing chest. Without waiting even a moment, the Chinese boy began to twist one pert nipple between the fingers of one hand and the other moved rapidly to the snap and zipper of the jeans.
"Yes, yes, oh yes!" Trowa exclaimed, arching into his lover's touch even as his own nimble fingers made short work of the buttons on Wufei's shirt. As soon as the last one fell from its slot, he yanked the shirt wide open so he could feast his eyes on finely chiseled bronze pecs and abs and groaned delightedly, "Oh, damn, but you look good enough to eat, koi!"
Smirking, the oriental boy glanced past his lover at the small dish Trowa had dropped onto the nightstand and he asked with a dark desire, "Ah, and is *that* to be a garnish for *me* then, lover?"
"Wha?" Trowa mumbled as he unsnapped Wufei's jeans, unzipping them quickly and slipping a hand inside to fondle the throbbing flesh that had been trapped there. Forcing rational thought back into a mind almost lost to passion, he finally glanced at the table and then realized what Wufei meant.
With a tiny giggle of delight as he recalled his hopes for the item as well as the sensation of the dripping erection in his hand, he answered sweetly, "It can be if you want it to be, dragon-mine. Then again," he squeezed the arousal in his hand so hard that Wufei moaned in near-pain, "I thought maybe you might want it as a garnish for *me* instead."
"Oh gods, Tro!" Wufei groaned and pushed the other boy back slightly before begging, "Please help me get out of these pants before I die, angel! They're too tight!" He wriggled wishing for the millionth time that he wasn't trapped in not only a prison of denim but also one of plaster, the cast on his leg being a nuisance yet again.
With a devilish smirk on otherwise angelic features, Trowa answered playfully, "If you insist, dragon, but I *like* them tight!" To prove his words, he pulled his hand out and caressed the Chinese teen's cock from outside the tautly stretched fabric with rough desire, "Oh, yes, they feel *so* good!"
Chuckling in spite of himself, the onyx-eyed boy accused, "You damned tease! Just help me get out of these pants or I won't be able to screw that pretty ass of yours no matter how much I want to!"
"Oh?" The emerald-eyed teen gasped cutely in mock-surprise, "You're going to 'screw' me for a change, Fei? Not 'make love' to me? How unexpected!"
Winking at the look of mortification on Wufei's face, he added more gently, "You know that I'll love it no matter what you call it, koi. Just give me a moment to get us both out of these jeans, okay?"
Relieved, the other boy nodded and then lifted his hips helpfully as Trowa efficiently shucked him out of his cotton jail sighing with pleasure as his stiff and aching erection sprang free eagerly. Wufei was soon nude and far more comfortable as he sat on a mound of pillows by the cast iron headboard and watched as Trowa stood and quickly finished stripping.
Naked, aroused, and utterly stunning, Trowa stood beside the bed and asked almost shyly, "How would you like me, koi?" Gaze heavy on the upthrust flesh nestled at the juncture of Wufei's legs, he licked suddenly dry lips and offered, "I could always go for an after feast snack if you like."
"Not today, angel," Wufei purred in a voice husky with need, "I believe that today it shall be *me* doing the 'snacking'! Come, get on the bed, Tro, let me enjoy you, won't you?"
"Certainly," Trowa responded and crawled onto the bed, knees straddling his lover's outstretched legs. Glancing at their arrangement and then biting his lip slightly wondering how Wufei planned to go down on him stuck sitting upright as he was due to the cast on his leg, the HeavyArms pilot asked, "Um, how do we do this?"
Realizing that his preferred position for giving oral pleasure was impractical, the Chinese teen cleverly came up with an alternate solution that he knew both of them would enjoy.
"Turn around, lover," Wufei commanded in a dark and promising tone and Trowa shivered slightly as he hurried to obey. The dominant youth then added, "Now lean over and hold onto the end of the bed, baby. You're going to need *something* to hold onto in a moment!"
Excitement running through him, the taller boy rushed to follow his lover's directions. Soon Trowa found himself with his knees spread widely to accommodate the naked bronze skin of one leg and the dull gray plaster of the cast on the other beneath him. His hands were gripping the edge of the mattress firmly and his well-muscled ass was raised to an angle that made him feel deliciously vulnerable.
"How's this?" he asked, gazing backwards over his torso to find the other boy practically panting with anticipation.
Pleased with his lover's eagerness as well as the view, Wufei nodded and answered, "Oh, lover, that is *perfect*!" He stroked the ivory globes before him with warm, loving hands as he added, "Magnificent. Tro, you are absolutely magnificent!"
"I'm glad you think so, koi," Trowa smiled back, warm adoration mixing with the lust in his forest green eyes. "But now that you have me this way, what do you plan to do with me?" It had been long enough since they had played in such a fashion that he had forgotten a certain technique that Wufei had used to drive him insane only a few times previously.
"I plan to eat you, baby," Wufei answered darkly, "and I plan to have cranberry sauce on you, too!" Happy shivers of delight ran through the Chinese boy's mind as he reached for the dish on the table and stuck several fingers into the crimson gel he found there. He scooped some of the jellied fruit up and moved to slather it thickly upon the tight ring of muscle that guarded the entrance to a heaven he alone had ever visited and then spread it up and down to cover more of his "snack's" surface.
"OH!! That's *cold*!!!" Trowa yelped, louder than he had meant to, but not caring as he wriggled his bottom in Wufei's face even as his fingers dug even deeper into the end of the bed.
Moving to grasp the wriggling hips in two strong hands, Wufei didn't care in the least that he was adding cranberry sauce to places that didn't need any. "Be still!" He warned, knowing full well he couldn't do much with his target moving around so much.
"Cold, cold, cold!!" The temporarily miserable boy whimpered and then everything changed as his lover moved forward to apply the hot length of his tongue to the glistening red area and begin to lap at it with an intensity that surprised both of them. Realization of what was happening to him flooded Trowa's senses and he moaned in joyful appreciation, "Ooooh, warm! Yes, warm! Better, much better!"
Obsidian eyes sliding half-shut with delight, Wufei continued to trace his tongue up and down the valley of Trowa's ass before pausing to suck at the tight rosette of muscle, penetrating it only a little with the tip of his tongue teasingly.
Trowa encouraged him with his voice as well as sweet little twitches of his behind to encourage his lover to hurry. "More, oh please more, Fei!"
Stopping long enough to answer as well as to obtain more of the scarlet sauce which was then pushed into the tight hole with a slippery finger, Wufei agreed, "All right, love, if that's what you want!" Then he proceeded to give his lover the rim job of a lifetime.
With carefully calculated motions, strong bronze fingertips dug into smooth ivory skin before gently pulling the pair of firm globes apart and giving himself a more direct route to that which he wanted as desperately as the other boy wanted him to have it. Feeling opened, displayed, and totally at Wufei's mercy, Trowa groaned deep in his throat and felt his trembling arms give way, his chest coming to rest on the mattress as he gasped with delight.
No words were spoken to tell Trowa directly what Wufei thought of the new position, but his reaction said it all.
With a low growl of animalistic pleasure, the Chinese boy swirled his tongue around and around over the ridges of muscle that had begun to spasm ever so slightly in reaction to the unique assault. As soon as he had succeeded in eliminating all of the fruity juice and gel from that surface, Wufei gladly sank the tip of his tongue into the cranberry depths where his finger had previously deposited some of the sauce. Eagerly lapping deeper and deeper, sucking out the juice as he did so, the oriental teen tongue fucked his lover beyond anything he had ever done before.
Face turned to one side on the bed, Trowa gasped for breath and realized that his lover's erotic play was getting to be too much for him to bear. Whimpering with need, he begged, "Oh god, Fei, please!! I *need* to feel *you* inside me!" As his lover drove his tongue into him impossibly deeper than before, he pleaded, "Just *fuck* me, Fei! Please, god, oh please, I need it so bad!!"
Drawn from his hedonistic enjoyment of the heady combination of a flavor that was uniquely Trowa's as well as the tart taste of cranberry sauce, Wufei tried to think clearly enough to recognize why this was a bad idea. Pulling his thoughts together, he withdrew his tongue, released his near death-grip on Trowa's flanks and collected up more jelly fruit sauce which he used as lubricant for two fingers that plunged into the space his tongue had claimed, warning, "Not yet, angel, you need to be stretched first."
"No! I *can't* wait!" Trowa pleaded, the desperation he felt driving stinging tears into his eyes as he begged, "I can take it, Fei, please!! If I don't feel *you* inside me *now* I think I'll die!! PLEASE!!!"
Unable to deny his desperate partner's entreaty, the Chinese boy looked worried, but granted his wish, withdrawing his fingers, quickly coating himself with crimson sauce that he, too, found to be painfully cool on first contact and then reached up to take hold of Trowa's hips.
"Lean back, angel. Go slowly, I don't want to hurt you," he urged with his voice even as the trembling needy youth pushed himself back up on his hands and looked at him with tear-filled emerald eyes that spoke of the emptiness he felt. Guiding him and drawing him down onto himself, Wufei allowed Trowa to impale himself on his scarlet-stained cock.
As he felt himself being opened, stretched, and filled so very perfectly, Trowa moaned in sheer delight, "Oh, yes! *This* is what I needed!" Soon nestled firmly in his lover's lap, he felt the thickness within him twitching and rocking upwards slightly and suddenly his world exploded in a kaleidoscope of colors.
"OH YES!!!" Trowa screamed as the tip of Wufei's erection struck his prostate a glancing blow. "MORE!!" He demanded, lifting himself slightly and then sinking back down and letting the contact happen with more force and he screamed again, delirious with pleasure.
Wufei was almost as lost in passion as his partner was. The fact that he hadn't been able to prepare his lover's passage as much as usual meant that it was insanely tight and the constriction around his throbbing length was phenomenal. Each time Trowa rose up and then sank back down, it felt as if he was experiencing the pressure and pleasure even more than the stroke before and he responded automatically with upwards thrusts of his own, bronze hands holding onto too-slender hips for leverage.
Trowa felt himself spiraling towards sweet release and brought one trembling hand to his own dripping erection and began to pump it in rough, desperate jerks trying to achieve the climax that teased him by being so close yet not close enough.
Both boys were glistening with a sheen of sweat as they raced towards the edge and then flung themselves over simultaneously, shouting each other's names uncaring that there were others in the house now. A glorious fountain of wetness exploded from within Trowa's fist and poured out as he continued to pump himself, body trembling as orgasm shook him. Strong walls of muscle clamped down in rhythmic cycles on Wufei's pulsing cock, milking it even as it spewed sticky seed deep inside where it mixed with the remains of misused fruity sauce.
It took a few minutes before either pilot could find enough air to speak and by then Trowa had collapsed back against his lover happily, exhausted yet pleased by their holiday love making. "Oh damn! That was *great*, dragon!" He finally said before turning his head enough to place a kiss on the lips of the boy beneath him. The Chinese teen had leaned back into the mound of pillows that protected his back from the headboard and he gladly supported all of Trowa's weight without complaint.
"Yes," Wufei answered in stunned realization that it had indeed been more spectacular than any of the sessions they had shared since the night Trowa had tied him to the bed with Twizzlers. "Angel, that was incredible, but are you all right?" He was still concerned about the fact that he hadn't been allowed to stretch the boy properly.
"Mmhmm," the emerald eyes slid half-shut as Trowa wriggled against his lover's lap, reminding him that their physical union remained, causing a little of the bizarre mixture of cranberry juice and seed to ooze out and make its way down the inside of bronze thighs. Very nearly purring with contentment since there were few things as nice as keeping his lover deep inside him after making love, he added, "I think I'll just stay here for awhile. This feels perfectly wonderful."
Smiling against the ivory back he had been nuzzling, Wufei moved his arms to encircle his lover's waist and answered, "That sounds good to me, angel." He didn't mention that if Trowa stayed there long enough, he was apt to find himself being taken again without ever being emptied, an outcome that the taller boy was indeed counting on.
As they cuddled together in post-coital bliss, though, Wufei had a sudden realization that gave him pause. Frowning slightly as he felt another trickle of fluid under the seated boy above him, he asked, "Um, Tro? Do you by any chance happen to know if cranberry stains?" He blushed prettily but Trowa didn't get a chance to appreciate the rosy tint on high cheekbones since he was facing away from him, "I'm afraid this place might have pink sheets now if it does." 
A soft chuckle ran from deep inside a smooth ivory chest and then bubbled up as a gentle laugh when Trowa answered, "Well, if it does, then I'm taking these sheets with us when we leave, dragon! I enjoyed that well enough to want to try a few other things with that stuff in the future!"
"Oh, really?" Wufei asked, mild amusement in his voice. "But I thought that cranberry sauce was only used at Thanksgiving, love."
"Not to my knowledge," the auburn-haired boy laughed, "But if that's true, I'm going to stock up next time I go to the store! The more I think about it, the more I just *know* I want to see how it tastes smeared all over your chest sometime, dragon Fei!"
"Gods, Tro!" The smaller of the two moaned and felt the embers of desire flicker and begin to glow. "You really *are* kinky, did you know that, angel?"
Trowa snickered softly and knew he didn't have to wait long for his second helping of sex from his lover. "I try my best, koi." He moaned appreciatively as he felt the flesh within him begin to harden. Thoughtful for a moment before passion took his mind off of such mundane things, he commented, "Fei? Do you think the others are doing all right? It might have been rude of us to abandon our guests that way."
Before Wufei could comment though, a strangled alto shout of joy rang through the house that was echoed a moment later by a mellow bass voice.
Both of the pair began to snicker softly and Wufei answered confidently, "I'd dare say that Quatre and Milliardo have no complaints, love."
"True, very true," Trowa's smile was warm as he reflected on how glad he was that the Arabian pilot had found someone to love who loved him in return. "But what about--"
A loud tenor grunt followed by a light tenor laugh that ended in a scream of, "FUCK YEAH!!!" interrupted him and Trowa burst into laughter.
Wufei, too, was laughing even as he kept his arms wrapped around Trowa's waist and he commented, "Never mind. Forget I even asked, Tro."
Still chuckling, Trowa let his head rest back against his beloved's shoulder and he agreed, "Consider it forgotten, koi. But this," he ground downwards with his hips meaningfully, "has *not* been forgotten! I'd like seconds, please."
Responding with a small upward thrust of his hips, Wufei promised, "Of course, love, have as much as you want!"
Without further discussion, the pair went back to making love and before they were done not only was the dish on the nightstand empty the sheets were colored pink in any number of interesting places. Mute testimony to the creativity of the two Gundam pilots who continued to find clever ways to enjoy one another despite the cast on Wufei's leg.
Author's Notes for This Part:
 Yes, Fei, it *does* stain! A little known fact discovered at the Casa de Llama when the chibis were small and tended to wear their food as well as eat it!
 Special Announcement! This lovingly kinky oral lemon scene is hereby dedicated to my dear friend Jan! This marvelous person gave me the term I needed for the sequel to "Fellatio 101" and even though I hadn't gotten around to writing it yet, I remembered the help and wanted to show my appreciation here! Rimming is fun, rimming with food or candy is something that I find to be even *more* fun and so does Fei!!! Thanks again, Jan!
Full Author's Notes to run at conclusion.