Title: After Work
Author: The Dream Whisperer
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Pairing: Is it 1x5, or is it 2x5?
Rating: NC-17, not worksafe
Words: 700
Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing
Summary: It had been too long since they had last seen each other. PWP smut.
A/N: Written for mulanreflection’s request, which can be found here.

He had barely made it pass the door when a dark-haired figure slammed it close and pushed him towards the wall. A hot, wet mouth descended on his and he moaned softly, hands digging into glossy black. It had been too long since they had seen each other. He groaned softly into the mouth as nimble fingers unbuttoned the restrictive Preventers jacket and began stripping him. It was a testimonial of Wufei’s abilities that he did not break the kiss.

Exercising a remarkable sense of control, he pushed himself from the mouth, panting slightly. Without a word, he shoved the other figure into the bedroom, slamming the door and locking it. Meticulously stripping Wufei of his clothes, he began to kiss his way down the bronzed skin, teasingly touching all the way down the slender, yet muscular, body.

There was no words spoken, there was never a need to be. The unspoken hunger for each other was evident in the urgent, heated kisses and roaming hands that memorized every line, every curve, and every contour of the other’s body. As he felt himself pushed towards the bed, he was barely able to think beyond the haze surrounding his thoughts. Strangely, however, he had no urge to clear it.

He stopped trying to think when a warm mouth suddenly swallowed him whole, arching up with a guttural moan. Sloe-dark eyes smirked at him as he tried to see beneath the red mist of lust and desire that had clouded his vision. The time without each other was too long, the mission was too tiring and he could not last long. The iron control had evaporated as he tossed his head back, shouting incoherently as he came.

As he panted slightly from his orgasm, he saw Wufei slowly, sensually licking off the come from the outer edge of his lip. His eyes involuntarily travelled down to the erection the other man still sported, and he smirked. He would have to remedy that.

He grabbed Wufei’s shoulders, flipping them both until the dark eyes, pupils dilated with pleasure, stared up to him in trepidation. He kissed him roughly, biting the other’s lip and beginning a spar with tongues. If he were not absolutely sure that Wufei loved it this way, he would have never done it.

Kissing his way down the slender body, he bit and pinched and licked until he had the other man shivering in pleasure and passion and impatience. Lips barked an order, but he would not obey, settling on a slow, teasing pace that drove Wufei insane. As he pleasured his lover, he felt his erection return as the moans and whimpers caressed his ears.

He turned his head from the enticing sight, almost ripping the bedroom drawer open and snatching the small white bottle from it. Opening the cap, he poured a liberal amount on his hands and rubbed them, warming up the oil. The body under him growled in neglect, and he narrowed his eyes.

Coating his hard erection with the oil, he gripped Wufei’s hips and pushed. He knew that the other man did not want, did not need, preparation. The initial pain, was he supposed, a way of penance. He understood.

Stopping to let the smaller man adjust, he began to thrust, rough and deep and hard. The tight heat surrounding him was addictive, and he tossed his head back, growling under his breath. Wufei was clutching the sheets; head tossing back and forth as he struggled to regain control under the onslaught of pleasure. It was the most erotic sight he had ever seen.

Strong, bronzed legs lifted and gripped him around the waist, pulling him deeper, deepening the thrusts. He pounded harder, hands tightening around the dark-haired man’s hips. There would be bruises tomorrow.

He reached down and started pumping Wufei’s erection in time with the thrusts. A rough, primal growl escaped from both their throats as they realized that it would not be long. He was determined that he would not be first.

He bent, lying almost horizontally on top of the writhing body of his lover. A single, harsh bite on a nipple caused Wufei to come, screaming his name.

“Heero!”