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Warnings: Yaoi, Lime, Sexual Fetishes, all the really good stuff.
Notes: For those who don't know, a snowball, in sexual terms, is holding the cum received from oral sex in one's mouth and French kissing your partner to exchange the fluids with them. Yes, it's a real fetish, much like bukkake (the drinking of ejaculate or the act of having people ejaculate on you.).
Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't sue!
"Oh God yes, baby," he moaned gripping the arms of the Lazy-boy tighter. "You know just the way I like it." The pressure around his penis got a little tighter, wringing another moan from his gut. "Oh yeah," he groaned, leaning his head back against the headrest, his heavy braid pooling near his bare ass, a few coarse split ends brushing against his skin. The combination of the hair and his partner's vigorous blow-job caused him to shift his hips forward, the well worn velveteen upholstery rubbing harshly against his sensitive skin.
A firm hand closed around his hips, stilling their miniscule movement. A light scraping of teeth along the length of his dick was a silent, pointed reminder as to why he shouldn't move. It only reinforced the American teen's idea to thrust into the warm, welcoming orifice. A few more moans escaped his lips while this lover's talented tongue laved the head of his cock like it was a tootsie pop.
A laugh gurgled in his throat, threatening to escape, only to come out more as a scream as the gifted mouth swallowed him to the balls. The tightening in his loins told him two things: one, his body liked this just as much as his mind; and two, this wonderful onslaught was almost over. As much as oral sex was satisfying, he knew his body wasn't going to last another twenty minutes of his lover's torture.
To stop the other from slowing down again, he tangled his fingers into a patch of chocolate hair at the back of his paramour's head, scraping his short fingernails along the delicate skin of the scalp. Coupled with ragged cries of "Don't stop" and "more" between uneven gasping breaths, he hoped the Japanese teen in his lap got the clue.
His mind was put to rest moments later as he rewarded the Prussian-eyed youth with a screaming declaration of his name and a liberal amount of cum. Sated and relaxed, Duo slumped into the recliner with a contented sigh and a goofy smile. "Heero is definitely getting better at this," he thought fuzzily as he waited for his favorite part of the blowjob; the kiss afterward. It was a not-so-silent remainder that the untamable terrorist masquerading as his boyfriend was definitely his and marked appropriately.
His mind and body still shaking in a post-orgasmic state, he only received vague impressions of what was going on: cooling skin on his hips, warm pressure on his thigh, something very solid and cozy covering him like a blanket, moist lips meeting his, guiding them open, tongue channeling salty, bitter liquid into his mouth. His brain registered the irregularity before it had time to put the thoughts together. There was more there than there should have been. No human could process that much saliva if they were swallowing, but then again, it didn't feel like spit. It was thicker and tasted more rancid than morning breath.
The completion of logic took longer in his melatonin-addled brain, but once Deathscythe's pilot put two and two together and reached the undesirable sum of five, he pushed the Japanese teen off him, swallowing hard, and wiping his mouth. "Heero, that was just gross."
"You said you liked me to kiss you after oral sex," the confused pilot replied in a timid defense.
"Yeah, after you swallow."
"Oh," Heero got silent suddenly and observed the floor with lowered eyes. "I read about it on-line and thought you'd enjoy it."
"Why in the hell would you think that?"
"You said you liked to taste you on me..."
"Yeah but that's different."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I won't do it again."
"Damn right you won't."
"And I suppose rimming is out of the question too?"
"Hell yes. That's gross. There's...stuff down there."
"Right. Gomen nasai."
"It's 'kay. Just don't do it again."
"I won't."
~Das Ende~
