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Twenty three minutes and nineteen seconds till Duo was freed from the debriefing. Heero checked his watch to confirm his estimate of time for the third time, despite the fact he could keep up to four different timers in his head without a watch.
But Duo had gotten it for him exactly 30 days prior. The night before he left for this particular mission.
Heero’s head was still reeling from the exchange.
How Duo had bounced excitedly into their bedroom with a plain looking box. How he had nearly vibrated with anticipation as Heero slowly removed himself from his current task of packing Duo’s personal black bag for the mission he had been assigned.
It had been a compromise between them, more for Heero’s sake than Duo. Heero had found himself full of anxiety that had left him overwhelmed and unable to focus when Duo was assigned solo missions. His mind kept questioning if he had everything he needed, if he forgot something important. What weapons he had taken to use and their maintenance schedule. If he had enough underwear or hair ties. If he had the correct brush and conditioner.
When Heero had confessed to the anxiety, this compromise was enacted.
Duo had learned a lot of patience in Heero’s opinion. But Heero had been enraptured by how bashful Duo looked at holding out the unwrapped box. The soft blush accenting the freckles in what Heero classified as embarrassment with pride at reading his lover’s expressions.
Heero had taken his time to open the box, staring down at a timepiece nestled in faux velvet..
The watch was a sleek thing, with an embedded miniature compass at the twelve. At the bottom, below the six had a date tracker. The center had a neat circle cut out to showcase the inner workings of the watch. The face itself was plain otherwise, black background with a white numbers that would glow in the dark. The band was a woven metal secured by a magnet. The bezel holding the face held a specific gleam of a certain now illegal metal that the both of them had hefty access too as young terrorists tended to in the day.
Duo confirmed Heero’s suspicions later that night in their afterglow that there were parts from both of their ‘old buddies’ forged together for the bezel.
At the time of the gift being given– he didn’t comprehend what was happening.
But to be fair, he had been distracted by all the details of Duo’s face. His favorite aspects that he would never get tired of cataloging of the braided ex-gundam pilot.
The blush crossing over his crooked nose. The nervous motions of his hand coming to his mouth to bite at the cuticle. The twitchy way Duo shook his bangs from his face. The way his violet eyes settled on him, catching the light to flash brilliantly. The set way his rather large mouth flattened into a tight smile. The small things that Heero had only really started paying attention too. The little giveaways that Duo let show around Heero and only him.
It was… touching.
Heero realized that Duo was very nervous. He was making sounds in his throat that Heero had come to associate with Duo feeling nervous.
Duo didn’t wait for Heero to admire the craftsmanship of the time piece. Instead he yanked it out of its box, flipped it over to show the engravings on the back, his own excitement overshadowing Heero’s slow process of appreciation. Having found whatever was necessary to steel up his nerves, Duo caught himself acting impulsively but didn’t deter himself from continuing. Simply flashed up at Heero a sheepish look.
Heero would have rather spent the rest of eternity watching the microexpressions play across Duo’s face than anything else. He adored the way the age lines pulled at his eyes when he smiled or how his forehead crinkled slightly when he raised his eyebrows. The splattering of freckles that trailed into his hairline.
Duo had playfully shoved his shoulder when he caught him staring, then redirected his attention to the back of the watch. Specifically what was engraved on the back. It was a date. One that was easily recognizable to him once he did the mental math. A few days after they had the audacity to impersonate falling stars. Below that was a time. Somewhere in the afternoon. Duo explained that he had sat down and calculated the exact moment when he had shot Heero in the arm. Which was, as they both stated, the start of the whole… thing between them. All variants of attraction that lead to the adoration and slight co-dependency on each other. Their ‘ love affair ’, as Duo liked to wax poetic about it.
Under the timestamp it read ‘ till we return to stardust’.
Heero had touched the deep engraved words, his brows furrowed in questions he didn't know the words for. Because Duo answered them quickly, sitting next to him on the bed and leaned back on his hands.
A nervous laugh was followed by him clearing his throat.
Heero gave him his undivided attention at the noise. Many years in dealing with Duo has made him hyper aware of how to read him and his tells.
This one, in particular, meant that whatever was about to say was going to be important . The fact that he hadn’t just blurted it out immediately said he was thinking of how to word whatever it was plainly for Heero so there would be no room for miscommunication. The tilt of his eyes let
Heero know that not only was this important, but something deeply emotional and nerve wracking for Duo.
Heero had assumed that he missed a milestone of some sort, or something equally trivial that had hurt Duo’s feelings and he was bringing it up before a mission so he could hide his head in the sand after a discussion. It was a nasty habit that Duo struggled with endlessly to rectify, but one that Heero had just accepted as part and parcel of their relationship. It didn’t stop the sinking feeling of being such a messed up human being from heavily in Heero’s gut as he waited for Duo to speak.
He thought he understood what was happening and was prepared for whatever it was that Duo felt the need to be this emotional about. He assumed he would be able to take the information in stride and adjust his behavior so that he could be a better partner for his favorite wild card.
He assumed the presence of this watch was in reflection to the soft emotions they had begun to share with each other over the years.
Needless to say it was not enough to prepare him for what Duo was about to suggest.
“So, marriage is a contract, Meant for forever and shit,” Duo had said firmly, his voice taking on a flat tone to hide just how nervous he actually was. He sucked on his bottom lip, a motion that made Heero’s chest tight. “I want that. With you, bud. Forever. Think you could handle that? Getting married to my ass?”
The chest tightness stole his breath away as a rush of emotions filtered through him. The ones he could identify easily out of the whirl was pure joy, elation and shock. It took Heero longer than he would have liked to be able to formulate a proper response, let alone words at all. Simple yes was outside of his reach for the longest time as he stared up into violet eyes, looking between his eyes in rapid succession.
This was important. This was…
A proposal of marriage.
A romantic one at that.
A simple yes would suffice, would be accepted and elation could continue. But Heero knew Duo, knew he would brag about this moment for years to come. It was a milestone, one that Heero knew he could surpass with flying colors.
“So long as the molecules we become stay together forever after,” had been his response followed by a solid, “yes, Duo. I would be able to handle that. Happily.”
The kiss following had been ranked in one of Heero’s top five.
Liked the reminder of what it meant. Duo got him an engagement watch instead of a ring. A useful tool instead of some arbitrary custom that had no purpose beyond being gaudy.
Heero liked wearing his watch. Liked looking at his watch.
Down to seventeen minutes.
Heero was doing his best to be patient. Once they finished debriefing Duo from the nearly month-long mission from L2 sector, they were set to be on vacation for two months. A honeymoon period following their small courthouse wedding in three days time. The delay was because they had a ring customized for Duo to accompany his watch, made of their Gundams as well.. Plus, Duo had sprung this the night before his mission, like the asshole he really was. Leaving Heero to settle into the new way of thinking. Marriage.
Usually, when Duo would return from a solo mission, he would be allowed time to return home and come in the following day for the debrief. Seeing as he was designated on vacation the following day, that was not possible. Thus leaving them in the lurch of waiting for it to finish.
Due to flight delays, Heero was unable to greet Duo at the shuttle dock. He had to complete his own work prior to vacation start and hadn’t received the message that the delay put Duo’s arrival past his lunch break. He knew Duo would be livid, hating to fly anything that wasn’t him piloting the ship to begin with, it was worse that Heero hadn’t been able to greet his landing and listen to his complaints..
As soon as Duo had entered the Preventer HQ, he had been swept up immediately by the uppers wanting finer details of the mission instead of being allowed to pop into Heero’s office.
The reception there had been shotty at best in the sector he had been stationed at. So both his correspondence with Earth’s office and Heero had suffered. Not that it mattered greatly since their few exchanges over electronics were always stilted. Heero was always conscious of his paranoia that someone could be recording their interactions and use it against them at a later date. Duo was tactile in his communication with Hero. The words would be empty without him being physical there to ground himself. Not to say they didn’t try, but the conversations were always stunted at best. Thus, the space had left them unable to reassure each other of their continued existence without them being in close proximity to each other.
They didn’t talk a lot verbally which had surprised Heero when they had first moved in together permanently. He had anticipated Duo talking his ear off about any and everything. He had prepared for it and accepted that it was what it took for the next step, then so be it.
Yet, Duo had surprised him as he always did.
He was quiet inside their apartment. Existing silently alongside Heero unless directly needing communication. The silence was easy, comfortable and refreshing for Heero. They could exist together without Duo having to fill the silence between them.
It took a month for Heero to realize that this was a genuine trait of Duo without any filters or pressures put on him. The face he showed the world was that, a face. A mask. This quiet man inside the apartment was the real Duo and only allowed Heero to see him as such. It was only Heero’s eyes that got to see his lover sprawled across the couch in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, flipping through channels in rapid succession with the volume low, quiet and contemplative.
Duo pointed out the first time they had spent time apart, with the uncomfortable silence between them on the vid screen that they were meat suit people. Phones, vid screens, internet connection in general didn’t give them the right satisfaction. Heero agreed with the sentiment, though hated the word meat suit. It conjured up rather gross images of raw meat sewn into the shape of a mobile suit pretending to do paperwork or something equally as mundane. He once told Duo his mental image and had the braided man laughing full bodied for a solid four minutes.
Heero liked that he could make Duo laugh. That Duo found him funny. Only Trowa and Wufei had ever found his sense of humor amusing, but they never laughed without restraint. It had made Heero warm and proud at the moment.
It also made Heero inclined to share how his brain interpreted abstract concepts and it never failed to get a rise out of his partner.
Now fiance.
By this time in three days, he would have to start adjusting to husband. He hardly had grasped fiance as a concept. But luckily he had until they returned to dust to grasp calling Duo Maxwell his husband.
He liked the sound of that.
Heero had taken to leaning against the wall on the outside the conference room, arms crossed with his watch facing him, reminding him of the promise and continued to wait. At the thirty second mark, he pushed up to stand properly and wait for his partner to come out.
Four minutes past the expected time of Duo being released had Heero getting agitated. He was now supposed to be on their time, not Preventers. Nine minutes had his fingers twitching at his sides.
Thirteen minutes and he was about to burst into the conference room and abscond his fiance out so they could pack their belongings for their honeymoon. But more than that, Heero wanted to taste his partner’s lips. To reassure him that he was real with the touch of his skin, that this entire thing was happening with the sounds of pleasure echoing in his head. A physical reminder that this wasn’t some dream he was living, but reality.
Heero was… pent up . He had gotten used to a regular release of oxytocin and dopamine pulled from him by the braided man. Manual stimulation left him worse than before so he had just taken from refraining from engaging at all. He was… ready to have Duo home . Where clothing was optional and he could devour and be devoured by their pure attraction to each other.
Duo always accused him of being a secret sexual deviant. He was the one who brought new ‘spices’ to their sex. He liked exploring, finding new and interesting ways to satisfy his partner. Enjoyed finding what worked and didn’t work.
A lot didn’t work, surprisingly. The first failure had been disastrous for Heero emotionally. It involved a door swing that had seemed entertaining when he acquired it at the sex shop he now had become a regular at. It should have been easy, he flew mechas and grew up in low gravity situations. He had trained in all areas of expertise when it came to balance, motor control, and any other physical necessity. Even years after the fact, Heero was still in top shape.
Yet somehow the swing had flipped him over onto his back, barreling Duo over as well. His legs had gotten caught in the most unattractive angle. The swing had left them both sprawled across the floor, and Heero had felt a deep shame of not performing perfectly.
It had almost sent him down a bad road, he could feel the anticipation of being accused of being a failure and requiring more training.
But Duo had merely laughed in such a way that had Heero relaxing because it was funny. The entire thing was funny. Still laughing, Duo got up and helped untangle Heero’s legs from the swing itself and righted him onto his feet. He knew now that Duo was aware of where his mind was headed, and stopped it immediately by seizing his face to kiss him just as hungrily as if the embarrassing situation hadn’t happened at all.
They forgoed the swing and went with what they knew best.
The door finally opened at twenty three minutes past and out came the personnel who ran the debrief. They were faces that Heero recognized, but had no concern for. Heero dismissed each one as he continued to scan for his wild card.
Luckily he heard his boisterous laugh before he saw him and felt a mixture of relief and want settle in him.
He rounded the door,nearly crashed into Duo’s turned form. Duo had his arm up in the air, waving an annoyed hand, a call sign for received loud and clear in sarcastic. The annoyance was evident in his voice as he grumbled out loud enough so that the person he was speaking too, Une from what Heero could see over his shoulder. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll leave it in your office–” whatever else he was going to say was immediately cut off by Heero grabbing his bicep and pulling him around to face him. The grin that Duo flashed Heero made his chest tight and lust pool in him.
“Twenty three minutes,” Heero said sharply, letting go of his arm. They both had agreed to keep the amount of public displays to a minimum. They were professionals. At the beginning of the sexual aspect of their relationship, Heero had been… awkward . They never saw a reason to adjust otherwise. “They owe us twenty three minutes.”
“Missed you too, bud,” Duo purred out with a pat to his cheek. “Aye, they do. Might be a few more, I gotta drop this off at Une’s office first.” He held up a red folder in his hand, “Then we’re flying the fuck outta here. Vacation, here we come!”
Heero felt the glare take hold before he could stop it. But the look was met with Duo’s amused expression.
“Look, faster we go, the faster we get outta here. I’m just as excited to see you. Trust me . After this, I’m all yours for the taking,” Duo teased as he took off down the hall with the folder.
The phrase, ‘ hate to see you go, but love to watch you leave’ filtered through Heero’s head in Duo’s voice as his eyes trailed up the silhouette of his partner’s body. Specifically, his eyes were drawn to the wagging braid that now hit Duo mid thigh and drew attention to the pert ass that had a tendency to rip pants if he wasn’t careful with how Duo squatted.
Heero followed behind him, mesmerized by the refreshing view. Of his fiance just being there, in the same space. Though the lack of tongue and hands were definitely not something Heero appreciated at all. Their normal greeting usually had buttons flying, cloth ripped and rough fucking against whatever surface they hit first.
The swinging braid drew Heero’s eyes to Duo’s rather large hands. One that will soon have a ring on it that signified that he was Heero’s. That they belonged together.
Forever.
He wanted to hold his hand. Wanted to untuck that stupid button up and run his hand along the small of Duo’s back Het his tongue trace a line up to the curve of his jaw. Heero wanted to worship Duo like the got he was.
“Might need to make a change of parameters,” Heero said suddenly as they continued down one of the corridors to Une’s office.
“Oh?” Duo inquired over to him, catching his eye easily with a teasing smirk, “Which parameters?”
“Public displays of affection,” Heero responded boldly.
Duo paused for a moment before giving him a soft look with those flashy eyes of his. “You don’t say? One time deal or– are we talking like from here on out? PDF is a serious thing, and can lead us into… more compromised positions. You know how we are with each other.”
Heero felt another lurch of arousal hit him. Harder than just thinking about it. Duo was literally right there. Yet, he would have to wait till they were home in their apartment before he would be able to put his hands on his partner’s body. To taste his lips and feel his tongue battle for dominance. He wanted to be taken, he realized. He wanted to feel Duo fill him to the brim and wake with the dull ache between his thighs in the morning. He wanted to feel full with the love and adoration between them.
But that would have to wait.
They just now had gotten to Une’s office which Duo pulled out a key to unlock. “You know I’m just as eager, right? More than you can imagine.”
Heero stared at him, “I have an active imagination. I am sure I can.”
The door opened and Duo walked into the dark office with Heero hot on his heels. “You know, don’t think I could doubt that. So– as much as you can imagine. Or take that and ake it more. Why do you want to change the parameters now?”
How could he convey how much he wanted him right then? How could he put into words the burning need that was nearly choking him just being close but not able to touch? Eyes following every move, every gesture with apt attention. The way the standard issued Preventer jacket accented his neck that was begging for his lips to taste? The longing to feel that silken braid between his hands and rough hands grabbing at his hips.
Another instance where words wouldn’t do any justice to what he was thinking. He was desperate for the man before him.
It took exactly two seconds to make a decision to express why he was wanting to change parameters.
Heero was across the office within moments, grabbing hard onto Duo’s shoulders to spin him around. The reaction pulled a surprised noise from Duo that was devoured in an instant as Heero surged into a heated kiss. He wasn’t gentle on a good day, but he was nearly ravenous right now. There was another sound from the braided man, but filled with pleasure at feel of a tongue pushing into his mouth. Duo’s hands surged up to grab Heero’s face, holding him there as their bodies slotted together.
A fragment of the tension released with the tangy taste of Duo on his lips. A mixture of spearmint, a sweet drink and something fried mixed with his own natural taste. There was a groan in response to his desperation. Duo was just as pent up, Heero realized as he yanked his shirt sharply out of his pants, ripping the buttons off and sending them pinging around the room in search of the creamy skin he had been dreaming about for a month.
“We shouldn’t buddy–” Duo panted to protest, pulling from the kiss. His violet eyes were blown wide with arousal. “Boss’s office–”
“Twenty three minutes,” Heero growled possessively. “We would be home by now, in this exact state.” Before Duo could protest more, he captured his lips once more, feeling like a starving man with his first meal.
Any protest had completely died as the lust between them overshadowed any sense of propriety. Duo’s hands soon began their own wandering, going straight to grab handfuls of his ass and hips. When they tried to slide inside to feel the touch of warm skin he was met with resistance. Not from Heero, though. No, Heero reached up to rip his belt off of his hips and threw it like it had provided a personal affront to his lover.
His preventer jacket was the next to be shucked aside joining the belt on the floor at Duo’s insistence. Duo’s hands gripped onto his shoulders, massaging his deltoid, a favored place of Duo’s. The motion pulled a low groan from Heero as he moved his mouth from Duo’s enchanting mouth to trace along his jaw. He left a wet trail of saliva and bites till he was sucking a mark just under Duo’s ear like he had been imagining off and on since seeing him.
He knew it was a cheap shot, but one that Heero did love to exploit often. It drove Duo wild, making his movements erratic and jerky as a pleased sound erupted from his throat. While he was distracted, Heero gave Duo’s own pants the same treatment only his hand ended up buried inside to wrap around the growing hardness between them.
Like clockwork, Duo was quick to reciprocate as his pants were quickly unzipped till finally a hand, rough with callouses from handling weapons and explosives, wrapped around his aching dick.
Heero felt himself shutter as that hand began a lazy style of jerking him off.
“Oh fuck,” Heero moaned out, his eyes closing against his will.
Duo let out a breathy laugh, his grip on Heero’s cock tightening to pull a string of curses from his lips.. “Sweet Jesus, it’s so fucking hot when you cuss.” They were moving backwards tills Heero’s hip hit the desk behind him.
Heero tried to respond, form words but Duo’s hand was distracting him.
The other hand had settled on Heero’s hips, digging his thumbs into the socket hard. He pulled his hand from Heero’s dick so he could spin him around and shove him down on the desk. Neat files toppled over onto the floor followed by a cup filled with pens. But neither of them cared at that moment, the only focus was on each other. Not their surroundings.
His shirt was yanked down hard enough that the neck ripped to expose his neck where Duo sank his teeth into his shoulder. The action had an instant effect on Heero making him writhe wantonly. The response triggered his partner’s own rough growl in his ear, pressing his teeth harder as he ground against Heero’s ass.
The grinding came to a halt when Heero wiggled enough to shove his pants as far down as he could. Duo caught the motion, murmuring his thrill at the implications, and finished shoving them to his thighs.
Soon, his shirt was rucked up to his chest and hands were grabbing handfuls of his skin. Hard, callused hands that he had been dreaming about for the past 29 days. The relief of finally ws only overshadowed by the need burning in his groin for a release.
Parts of him realized that they could easily get caught. The office wasn’t theirs, nor locked. There wasn’t an anticipated time for Une to return, either.He was exposed and it only made his arousal spike more. It was thrilling, to say the least.
They needed to rush, get this out of their system so they could go home and thoroughly reacquaint themselves with each other. But they were going to get it out of their system so they could at least be able to drive home.
He ground his hips backwards to express his eagerness, feeling the hard curve of Duo’s own arousal caught in his pants as well. The motion pulled low curses from Duo’s lips, caressing Heero mentally to match with the hands that had settled on his ass once more.
Parts of Heero regretted the position. He preferred being able to watch the pleasure blossom on Duo’s face. But as soon as a slicked finger pushed through his hole, all thoughts disappeared.
“Jesus, the way you look, buddy,” Duo moaned huskily behind him. “That ass of yours will kill me one day.”
“One to talk,” Heero panted out. “Seeing you– in those pants– was distracting. Beyond distracting.”
Looking over his shoulder as far as he could, he saw Duo’s pants bunched around his hips with his own cock in his hand, purple with arousal and dripping precum. “Duo–” Heero pleaded looking up at him briefly before dropping back on the desk, his legs spreading wider with his back arching in desperation. “Please– fuck me. I need you inside my body now.”
The laugh from his fiance went straight to his own throbbing cock, hanging heavy between his legs. The digit slicked with what Heero assumed was spit pressed in harder and faster, making his head spin. Without warning, Duo found the bundle of nerves deep inside and pressed on it hard, dragging a finger over it repeatedly.
The response was immediate from Heero. His arms flung out across the desk, sending the monitor nearing to the ground. The sound of the wired mouse clattering against the wood drawers, though, rang out only second loudest as his moan of pleasure. His hands reached out blindly, grabbing at anything to keep himself tethered to reality as pleasure burned through him with each pass of Duo’s fingers against his prostate.
Nothing lasted long in his hand, several broke as he gripped them in his hand before dropping them to grab another. He had no control over his superhuman strength when he was this worked up.
With his eyes closed under the onslaught, making him writhe hard on the desk. More clattering could be heard mixed with both of their ragged breathing. His hand found the name plate of their shared boss. His fingers wrapped around it tightly, finding its resistance to be decent enough to ground him. It creaked under his grip strength, but didn’t give out. A lifeline finally as Duo continued to assault his prostate with his finger.
Heero couldn’t hold back much longer. He croaked out, “I can’t– Duo, please.”
The response from his lover was him bend over him and kiss along his lower back, “love how demanding you are when you’re so needy. How much time we got, doll?”
The finger inside his hole swirled around twice more, making Heero’s breath hitch as he tried to answer Duo’s question. He forced his brain to calculate the amount of time but he was losing count., “aah– maybe ten minutes. Then we’re– taking from them.”
He could feel Duo’s contemplative hum in his chest. A hand slipped under his chin, tilting his head back so he could meet the heady gaze of his fiance. Soon to be husband. “Think we can be quick?”
“I– I won't last long,” confessed Heero, not ashamed of that fact. “Twenty nine days– Duo.”
The feral smirk and kiss from the braided man made Heero shiver all over again. “Fuck, you’re something else, ‘Ro. All over Une’s desk, huh?”
“Semi-public sex–” Heero panted out as his spine bent backwards with another tease along his prostate. “Was on the list— of approved– things to try.”
“Thought you wanted that for our honeymoon,” Duo murmured while that teasing finger disappeared, leaving Heero keening against the desk with an emptiness he knew would be filled to the brim soon. Duo thrusted his hand in front of his face and gave him an expectant look.
He spat into the hand, while one of his went to stroke himself to ease some of the painful need that was throbbing between his legs while Duo prepped behind him. It took longer than Heero wanted, but Duo was always painfully careful.
More than Heero liked half the time, but he could appreciate it nonetheless. It was thoughtful; considerate thing to be aware of. One that took Heero longer than he would like to admit was Duo’s way to ensure that it wasn’t horrible for either of them. It still felt like forever with how wound up Heero was. The hand on his cock was only going to supply a modicum of relief that would not last long at all. Reality supplied that it was only a few seconds till Duo dropped a hand to his hip and pulled him back into position better suited. Another swipe of a finger against his entrance then a push of something much larger making its way past the tight ring of muscles.
Burying his head in his arms, Heero forced himself to relax as Duo breached his body. The stretching feeling didn't last long but it filled in all those desires and longing Heero had been struggling with in the month of Duo being gone.
This was real. He could feel it.
It didn’t take long till Duo bottomed out inside of Heero, his hips pressed against his ass. Heero rolled his hips backwards, needing friction. HIs own arousal was getting to him. He didn’t want to wait, couldn’t wait any longer. That was until Heero heard a telling gasp from behind him.
He realized that Duo was struggling to not immediately come inside of him. Duo had done that before on several occasions. The first few times, Duo had been embarrassed but a few reassurances and a quick refractory rate fixed the issue entirely. He had stamina for days when he received, but it dwindled drastically when he topped. It brought a wry feeling of accomplishment that even now, ten years since they met– Duo had only so much control when it came to him.
The feeling of entering Heero apparently was enough to completely tear any remaining control Duo had on the situation asunder.
It took a few moments till Duo was able to move. But when he was, it was with abandon. He thrusted hard into Heero’s welcoming body, grunting his own pleasure and praises.
The pleasure he was suddenly enraptured with was worth the keyboard that Une used regularly digging into his ribs. Heero’s hand tightened on the nameplate, the wood creaking in his grip while he let out thick sounding moans under the onslaught..
Duo’s hands were everywhere, grabbing his hips, caressing his back, and grabbing his ass. Heero loved it.
But the motion of his thrusts had Heero sliding further off the other side of the desk. There was a pause for them to readjust, which resulted in Duo’s teeth sinking right back into his shoulder and holding on tightly.
It took only a few moments for Duo to recenter himself enough to begin pulling out of the tight heat of Heero. Not long after that, his thrusts were pointed and purposeful. The desk had Heero at a strange angle, and thus he assisted on finding the best angle for both of them by lifting his leg up onto the edge of the desk. Now he had a grounding point for his sliding, and made Duo have to hold on tightly to his hips. It was the correct move because suddenly Heero was overwhelmed by the spikes of utter bliss. The new angle had Duo hitting straight at his prostate all over again.
They both began to moan, lost in each other’s bodies. The other sounds that coupled with the pleasure were the sound of the desk rocking on the carpet and the mouse hitting the drawer. Another stack of files went flying to the floor and the computer wobbled next to Heero’s head, but nothing else mattered in that moment. Just the way Duo thrusted into Heero, wringing the max amount of pleasure with the assault on his prostate.
Heero let waves of pleasure completely steal away his hyperawareness. Allowed himself to be overwhelmed by finally having Duo home, right where he belonged. Two months were in their future of just being able to drown in each other like this as husbands. Just three more days till that was reality.
Heero had every intention of drowning in his lover. Granted, whenever they were around each other, that was just the reality.
He could feel the heat pooling at the base of his spine, sending jolts of electricity straight to his dick indicating that he only had a few more moments of this before being completely blinded by his orgasm.
And Heero welcomed it, gratefully.
Heero felt the crescendo of his impending orgasm wash over him, making him cry out. He reached between his legs, wrapping his hands around his aching cock and pulled in the precise way that he knew would push him over the edge.
With a near cry, and a few wild bucks of his own hips, his orgasm hit, stealing away his voice completely. His mouth was left hanging open in absolute bliss as everything spun around that precise moment. He felt his release spread clearly through his entire body fully taking over everything he could comprehend at the present moment.
He felt like he was floating. So much, that Heero completely missed the door swinging wide open. The shocked look on Une’s face at seeing her two hot shot agents fucking on her desk. He missed all of that, too blissed out to fathom anything other than the rippling pleasure being seared into his body as overstimulation started to set in.
All he knew was that he wanted Duo to finish. Wanted that pleasure of walking out of the office filled to the brim with Duo’s release coming out of him as they walked by their coworkers.
The indication came from a stunted thrust on Duo’s part. Followed by his speaking voice, not the one thrown on him with praise in moments of pleasure. The lit of his voice was one of having his hand caught instead of rough with pleasure. “Fuck– Oh, hey, director–” But he hadn’t stopped his thrusts.
A few more then Duo’s deep moan as his own release hit him. He dug his fingers harder Heero’s ass, hard enough to bruise. He buried his cock hard and deep one more time, letting his release coat the insides of his lover.
It took a moment for Heero to parse out what was being said through the lingering bliss of feeling his lover’s release, knowing that it was him that did that. But a voice that was the exact opposite of sexy made him snap back to reality as Une raised her voice, nearly shouting, “What do you think you’re doing!”
“Exactly what it looks like,” Duo said, cheekily as he let his hands slide along Heero’s hips, a move he used to try to fasten a come down. Though, how could that help was lost on Heero.
They stared at Une in the doorway before Heero felt a small tug at his lips as a ghost of a smile spread across his lips.
Voyeurism had been on the list too, though he wasn’t sure Une would have been the one he would have wanted. But the feeling of her taking in their compromised position sent a thrill through him, regardless.
He liked this, Heero realized. Maybe they really should look further into it.
That and the fact that Heero knew she would not be able to look at the both of them without thinking of this scene.
Duo pulled out and slapped Heero’s ass before pulling up his pants, looking pleased as punch as he sat back on her chair which had been knocked back from the desk. “He said you stole twenty three minutes of our vacation, so we took it back.”
“On my desk?!” Une asked, her voice struggling to sound put together. Heero would have to inquire as to what specifically was she more affected by later. Duo would know, and he wanted to enjoy the memory later with proper context. For now, he simply stood back up on wobbly legs and pulled his pants back in place.
“Wasn’t intentional, y’know?” Duo hummed out, his eyes turning to Heero’s motion with a smug grin in place. “But a month away from each other and then that debrief– usually you let me go home and get this outta my system first.”
Her face was red, but kept getting darker as the moments passed.
Once Heero’s clothing had been straightened out enough to pass leaving the office, he turned to his fiance and held out his hand to him. “The files have been delivered. Debriefing done. Along with incriminating evidence left on the desk. I believe it is time for us to leave.”
“I’m so inclined to agree.” Duo replied happily, taking his hand and threading their fingers together. Soon, Heero would be seeing a ring on that hand and it sent another jolt of pleasure through him. They quickly sidestepped the director, with Duo tossing over his shoulder at her, “See you in two months, director.”
As soon as they were outside of Preventer HQ, Duo let out a laugh that was like music to Heero’s ears. He swung around and grabbed Heero’s face and pulled him in for a warm, adoring kiss. Heero’s arms had no choice but to settle around his slim waist. They lingered for a moment.
“Fuck, I love you so much, Heero,” Duo murmured against his lips, the smile contagious enough to pull the corners of Heero’s lips up to reflect the beam from his fiance. “What a way to start married life together, huh?”
“Three days till we start married life,” Heero happily informed him. “This was your welcome home, you didn’t die.”
Duo pulled away slightly, but didn’t let Heero out of his grasp. There was a distinct pause, one that indicated that Duo was thinking before he leaned in and said, “how bout we just go ahead and get hitched now before we go home and begin the festivities? We were just waiting for my ring, right?”
“Would that be, okay?” Heero asked curiously, since it was Duo had been pressed for waiting till he had a ring to accompany the watch on Heero’s wrist.
Duo looked over at him and grinned, a wild look crossing his eyes, “come on, the wedding story would be, ‘we fucked on our bosses desk, ruined her paperwork, then ran off to get hitched. Literally still juiced from a damn good fuck.’ How could you top that for a marriage story, eh? That is way better than the ‘oh, than we just waited for a matching ring’. It's romantic, sure, that's what I was after. But classic romantic. We ain’t either of those, bud. This is more our vibe.”
The idea of Duo going around telling this story for all of their time left together with all the laughter and glee he would get from telling that story over and over, filled Heero with a soft warmth. It was true. This was definitely more of how they functioned versus all the traditional things. This story was absolutely right up Duo’s alley in meaning and romance.
Heero looked down at his watch, smirking to himself as he calculated whether the offices would be opened or not to provide this whimsy for the giddy man next to him. It was early enough that if he drove, and not Duo, they would make it there with time to spare. “Fine. But I’ll have to drive. Before you start about my driving skills; the counter to your argument I will present is that we will have sushi tonight.”
“Fuck yeah!” Duo cheered, holding out the keys to their car. “Totally worth the clusterfuck of getting home. Come on, hubby, let's get a move on this.”