Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Breaking Point ❯ Lemonade ( Chapter 10 )

Chapter 10 Breaking Point - Lemonade

(WARNING: THIS IS A LEMON! NC-17! - not too graphic but I wanted to warn ya anyway!)

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"Trowa…", quatre moaned into Trowa's mouth as his hands traced his delicate outline. Placing his hands on the smaller youths waist Trowa guided his angel to the bed, gently lying him down.

Quatre's hands reached up and fumbled with trowas dress shirt. Whimpering at the small task, "OFF!" he forcefully spoke. Trowa smiled, "Allow me" trowa responded by beginning a small strip-tease, slowly unbuttoning then flinging his shirt across the room. Sitting up quatre raked his small hands over tanned lean muscles.

Trowa moved into the soft butterfly touches, taking deep breaths he force himself to pull out of the tempting gesture. He tensed and kissed quatre fiercely, sucking the lower lips of the blonde, then deepening the kiss by dipping his tongue into quatres mouth.

"Mmmm, you taste so good mon petite" Trowa purred. Quatre wrapped his arms around his French lovers neck and his legs around the taller boys waist. He began to search for the delicious pressure that would grant him release.

Trowa gasped has quatre began to rock against him. Quatre was an innocent soul but when alone and together the angel was nothing but his and his alone. Moaning as quatres pace became frantic, Trowa became impatient with the minimum contact. A slight growl low in his throat he moved the pale Arabian off of him and onto his back. Hips still bucking, Trowa place his hands firmly on quatres thighs restraining him. Quatre let out a whispered protest but was silenced with a passionate kiss.

"Too soon baby" Trowa said as he began to remove the remaining clothing between the pair.

Quatre gasped, "hurry-pleassseee- " Trowa let a feral smile dance upon his face, --trowa was willing to please.

Shifting over quatre, Trowa lend off the side of the bed and rummaged though the nightstands drawer. Smiling with triumph he shut the night stand and returned to his original position on the bed. Crawling up in an almost feline stance he came to rest between quatre quivering thighs.

Laying the tube he had found on the pillow beside quatres head Trowa began needing the pale muscles in front of him. Quatre began to visibly relax.

"Trowaaaiii" quatre began to pled again, deciding not to torture the angel anymore trowa grabbed the tube and applied the clear gel to three fingers. Simulating quatres creamy thigh with his spare hand he pushed one slick finger passed taint muscles.

Quatre began to wither and gasp as trowa added a second finger stretching him.

"Relax quatre, baby just lay back and enjoy" trowa spoke in a smooth baritone, quatre nodded and began to thrust against trowa's fingers. Sensing he was ready trowa coated himself and brought quatres legs over his broad shoulders and slowly entered the angel before him.

Raged breath and eyes squeezed shut quatre cried out, trowa pulled back out and plugged deeper into quatre pressing that magic spot that would sent him flying.

--- it hurt trowa to see quatre cry out in pain, he went slow for quatre the first time and remembered it was always painful at first but soon the pleasure would take your mind off the pain and dull it. It still broke his heart and trowa tried his best to make it up to this golden lover. ---

"Trowa! More, please more!" quatre began to buck wildly trying to reach his peak, trowa held quatre down and took over the pace on more, building the steady heat and working to the moment.

Quatre tossed his head side to side panting, trowa began to stroke quatres untouched erection in time with his thrusts. Quatre scream his lovers name and moaned. Soon it would all be over - it soon.

Coming hard quatre shuddered and emptied his milky seed over him and trowa. Grunting and thrusting once more then reaching completion inside his lover, Trowa then slowly pulling out and laying beside him.

Panting, both spent basked in the moment. Trowa turned to his side and pushed quatre into a strong embrace.

"I love you little one" he whispered and kissed the pale Arabs forehead.

"I love you junay(1)." Quatre snuggled deeper into trowa chest and the two scrummed to sleep.

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Wow my 1st lemon- it's ok in my opinion ;) so what did you think? Response please.

Chapter 11 is complete I just have to type it- it should be up soon - chapter 12 is still in progress the plot really begins to form and make sense in that chapter-

junay - a term of endearment use by many in the middle east ( I'm Iranian and I use it all the time, so does my father and mother. It is used mostly in a father - daughter talk like -chan,

example : "I love that idea glitterynile-junay"

but can be used alone for stronger inmate relationships.