A Moment of Perfection
Chapter 7 5/8 [ Optional Lemon ]
Duo was so damn sexy.
Much of it came from the fact that he was so comfortable in his own skin. To say he wasn't shy about his body would be an understatement. I wasn't shy myself, but even with the chill of the winter cycle, Duo seemed to delight in working shirtless, or just generally lounging around showing off his abs. And even though I had long since committed every little curve and ridge of his chest to memory, seeing him tug his shirt over his head was no less thrilling.
I loved watching him undress. At times like these, when we weren't trying to tear one another's clothes off so fast that we ended up with scratches and welts, I had a hard time not just standing there and appreciating his body as it was revealed to me.
"Are you going to cook me breakfast in the morning?" Duo asked. He had that quirky half smile, that drove me crazy, tugging the corner of his lips.
He unsnapped the fly of his jeans as he sat down on the edge of my bed and bent forward to tug loose the laces of his boots; they made soft zipping sounds as he pulled them from the top pair of eyelets.
I was standing in front of him and I smiled my own crooked smile as I unstrapped my watch. "That depends," I said, as I tossed it on my bedside table and busied myself with undoing my belt.
"On what?" he asked and knocked away my hands so he could undo the front of my pants.
The witty comment I'd been gearing up to, died on my tongue and I mumbled something incoherent instead. I stopped being able to form complex sentences as soon as Duo's nimble fingers unfastened and unzipped my trousers and the fabric slipped from my hips. It puddled around my ankles, and I stepped out of it to put one knee on the bed between Duo's legs. He slid down, trapping my knee between his thighs and letting me feel the eager bulge trapped in his jeans.
His arms wrapped around me, fingertips pressing lightly into the hollow of my back before they drifted down to slide over the fabric of my boxers. My skin tightened and I felt hot and cold at the same time when he nudged my shirt up with his nose and lipped at my stomach. It tickled when he spoke. "Promise me breakfast and I'll bottom."
I agreed. Not because I felt that it was "my turn" or that I was in the mood, but because I liked the idea of being able to slip out of bed early and have breakfast waiting for him by the time he stumbled out of the shower.
Duo raked his eyes over me greedily once he had my boxers down past my hips. I probably had the same look as I pushed him back and tried to kiss him and get my shirt off at the same time.
The logistics of undressing were so damn complicated when lust got into the fray. Duo's hands had snuck up on my back again, and his fingers were tangled in the dark grey of my polo shirt; unknowing or uncaring that I was doing my best to somehow defy physics and get it off without having to remove my tongue from his mouth. At some point, we broke apart long enough to get the offending garment up and over my head. He attacked my neck as I disentangled my arms and threw the shirt behind me onto the floor.
"I want you inside me," groaned Duo, between scraping bites at the skin beneath my jaw.
I twisted my head around and caught him in a quick kiss, then pulled back and stood shakily while I fumbled through the clutter on my bedside table. I ended up knocking the current book I was reading to the floor along with my watch, before I managed to get ahold of the bottle of lube and toss it onto the bed next to Duo. He had fallen onto his back and was bucking his hips up as he wriggled out of his jeans. His cock slapped against his belly as he kicked them off and onto the floor with the rest of our clothes.
"You want to do the honors?" he asked. He propped himself up on one elbow and spread his legs invitingly, holding up the bottle and swinging it back and forth between his thighs.
"Sure," I said, as I pulled out the condom from the packet I'd just tore off the strip and hurried to roll it on. It only occurred to me, after I had slid the first of my fingers into him, that I could've asked if he wanted the privilege of getting me ready. I'll remember for next time, I thought, as I crawled further onto the bed and knelt beside him with my fingers curving inside his body.
I strove to please him as best I could. I ran my mouth feverishly across his skin; he tasted slightly bitter, with the remnants of the day still saturating his flesh. And I wondered if I'd ever taste him enough. I drank in the heady scent of his body, as I went from hip, to shoulder, to neck, to chest, and back again. Along the way, I discovered that Duo had a sensitive spot, like the one I had on the backs of my knees. His lay where a trio of small freckles hid in the shadow of his shoulder. When I scraped my teeth there, he arched against me, hissing low obscenities that made me impossibly harder.
When Duo was panting and telling me that I better fuck him now _or else_, I rested my back against the headboard, and pulled him on top of me. He sat back, straddling my thighs and pressing his cock down and rocking gently so that our erections rubbed together. His braid had slipped forward, falling alongside his neck; and the soft brush of it against my hip, sent delightful shivers along my skin.
My lips felt bruised and thick when I caught his free hand and sucked on two of his fingers. He smiled down at me as I fished around for the bottle of lube and squeezed some out to smear over the tip of the condom.
I had hardly closed the bottle up again when Duo inched forward to get me aimed properly. My hands tightened on his hips as I pushed into his body and a low moan rumbled through his chest. The heat was more muted than my fingers had explored, but with the tightness of the walls stretching to accommodate my cock, and the weight of him on top of me, I felt like I was going to die from the sheer ecstasy of it all.
"God... Duo..." I breathed.
He braced his hands against the headboard on either side of my shoulders and I teased his cock back to stiffness as he moved his hips in slow circles.
We made love slowly. Each of us took a few turns begging for a couple seconds to stave off, just a little longer, the moment that we longed for as our reward, and dreaded as the end to the intimacy of our coupling.
I succumbed first. I warned Duo and put my hands back on his hips for leverage as I thrusted up, clenching my teeth, with his name a silent scream in my throat. He pressed his forehead against mine and waited until I fell back against the headboard, before he whispered to me that he wanted me to make him come.
I fought away the lethargy that tried to creep into my limbs and curled my fingers around his cock. Duo slid into my fist and grinded desperately against me. The muscles of his back flexed and the bumps of his spine moved beneath the fingertips of my right hand as I stroked him steadily with my left.
He wasn't as quiet as I had been when he reached his peak, and his harsh cry still rang in my ears when he fell against me panting.
Later, when I'd already gone through the business of cleaning up, I lay under the covers of my bed and waited for Duo to finish and come out of the bathroom. He gave me a blissful little smile as he returned wearing a pair of my pajama bottoms that he'd stolen from my dresser. They were a little short on him and ended a good distance above his ankle, but I liked the way he looked in them simply because they were mine.
It was a strange feeling, having him lift the covers and slide in beside me; strange, but wonderful. And because my bed was a double, unlike the monster he had in his place, I scooted over to give him more room.
"Where do you think you're going," he said, wrapping an arm around my chest and pulling me back towards the center.
"Nowhere," I laughed and gave him a light bite on the arm.
"Hey, watch the imp," he said, flexing his arm so his tattoo twitched.
I smiled and twisted on my side so I could spoon against him.
"So when are you going to get a tattoo?" he asked me.
I blinked. "Me?"
"Sure, why not," he mumbled, his voice starting to go drowsy. "Could get one on right above your ass that says 'if you're close enough to read this, you must be Duo.'"
I laughed and Duo snickered softly. He pressed a little closer to me and I told him that I was glad he decided to stay.
"Me too," he replied.