His back is up against the wall. It's cold, hard, unforgiving. It makes him hard. The air is cool around his legs, rushing like whispers over skin freshly shaven, and that makes him even harder.
"How do I look?" he asks. His hair is still pulled up and away from his face, but it's drawn into a high ponytail. The length of it curls over his shoulder to spill down his chest. It tickles against his neck with each breath.
Heero brushes it aside, slides his hand down the centre of Duo's chest and flicks open the buttons of a very modest blouse one by one. "Not as innocent as you should."
Duo cocks a smile. His head tips back as soft lips and sharp teeth find his throat. He shivers as the blouse peels open and sure fingers press low against his belly. "Sorry," he says, and loses the rest of his words on a quiet moan.
"Even less innocent now," Heero says, and his fingers curl around Duo's cock before they slide down to toy with Duo's balls. "No panties?" Heero clucks his tongue.
"I couldn't find them," Duo says. His eyes are closed, and his tongue darts out to wet his lips, to taste the sticky sweetness of the gloss. He's been on edge for hours, waiting, just waiting for Heero to come home and see him like this.
"Mmm.." Heero says, and he squeezes hard enough to make Duo's legs go weak, and only the solid press of the wall keeps Duo upright.
He wonders if he's in for a spanking. He nearly comes in Heero's hand.
As if Heero knows, he draws his hand away, but then his mouth is on Duo's ear, and his voice is thick and thrumming as he says, "Turn around."
And that's enough, just that, to make Duo lose it.