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Quatre kisses like sunshine in a bottle. Even when it’s heated and heavy, it’s warm and comforting. The heat seems to soak into Duo, warming him from the inside. Even when it settles low inside, it’s almost like a gift, a treasure.
Gentle but sure hands handle Duo like he’s something precious, something worth taking care with. Duo still doesn’t know what he did to attract Quatre’s attention, how he earned his love, but it is a gift that Duo does not—cannot possibly—take it for granted. Even pressed up against the wall of their bedroom, Quatre’s thigh pressing teasingly between his legs, Duo feels like he’s being cared for.
Who knew that someone being tender and gentle could be a kink? If so, Duo certainly has it. He’s achingly hard, but somehow, there’s no urgency. With Quatre, he knows that he will be taken care of, that his needs will be met. It allows him to be patient, to let the need build slowly, to let it simmer under his skin.
Breaking the kiss, Quatre presses their foreheads together, one hand braced on the wall behind Duo, the other teasing at Duo’s skin just under the edge of his shirt. For a moment, they just breathe one another in, sharing the same warm, panting air. Duo leans up a little to press a whisper of a kiss to Quatre’s just barely parted lips.
“I have a request,” Quatre says, then closes the distance between them to claim Duo’s mouth again before he can possibly reply. He presses a little harder between Duo’s legs, pressing up against his hard dick, and Duo can’t help but whimper into his mouth. Quatre swallows the sounds down as though he’s drinking a fine wine before backing off a little.
“Anything,” Duo breathes out the reply. Quatre gives him everything he could ever dream of and then some, and Duo knows that he would never, ever ask anything of Duo that would hurt him. There’s no question of doing whatever Quatre wants. He knows that he can’t repay all the material things Quatre does for him—and Quatre wouldn’t expect or want him to, even if he could—but he tries to give Quatre things that can’t be paid for, and indulging in something a little sexual is an easy way to help balance the scales in his mind. It’s something he knows Quatre loves, would never demand, but they both enjoy immensely.
“Are you sure?” Quatre asks, which is odd enough to pull Duo’s head a little out of the fuzzy warmth of arousal.
Sliding a hand up to cup the back of Quatre’s neck—he’s not tall, but taller than Duo—he rubs at the muscles at the base of Quatre’s skull. That always gets a soft moan, and that sound always goes straight to Duo’s dick. He loves pulling sounds of pleasure from Quatre. “Just ask,” he says. “I can always tell you no.”
Not that he has any remote intention of doing so.
Quatre bites his lip for a moment, and Duo leans up to kiss it and tug it free. It makes Quatre smile. “I bought something for you.”
That’s not unusual, no matter how much and how often Duo tells him that Quatre doesn’t need to buy him anything .
Rather than scolding him this time, Duo simply says, “Show me?”
The smile Quater gives him is a little unsure but pleased, and he pulls Duo away from the wall, tugging him over to the obscene space that Quatre calls a closet and Duo calls a studio apartment. On the island in the middle of the room is a white box with a rich violet ribbon on it and a deep purple rose in the ribbon.
Duo can’t help but give Quatre a look at that—he knows the purple-dyed roses are absurdly expensive, but he hasn’t been able to convince Quatre to stop getting them for him—and goes to the box. He tugs the rose free and sets it gently aside, then tugs the ribbon off the box. When he lifts the lid and moves the tissue aside—purple again; Quatre is incorrigible—he doesn’t quite understand what he’s seeing.
Stroking a hand over the fabric, it’s soft and gauzy.
“Take it out,” Quatre says from close behind him, his breath warm on Duo’s ear. It sends a little shiver through Duo, and he finds what he thinks are the straps and lifts it out. Holding it out at arm’s length, Duo still isn’t entirely sure what it is. It looks just like a bunch of straps and a sheer black skirt.
“It’s a mesh gown,” Quatre says from behind him, using hands on Duo’s hips to steer him over to one of the several full-length mirrors. He takes the straps from the top, holds it out correctly in front of Duo.
Blinking at it, it doesn’t really seem to be a garment as much as a tease. It’s not really a dress, doesn’t look like something a woman would wear, quite, but it doesn’t not look like something one would either. He’s not sure how he feels about it.
“Will you wear it for me, love?” Quatre asks, and Duo can hear the desire in his voice. “I know how amazing you’ll look in it. Your body will look so incredible.” His breath is hot on Duo’s throat, and he’s pressed so close to Duo’s back that Duo can feel how hard he is. “I want to worship you in this.”
The obvious desire in his voice makes it absolutely impossible for Duo to deny him anything. “Of course,” he says, turning in Quatre’s arms. It’s not like anyone’s going to see him but Quatre, and if Quatre is this turned on just by the idea of Duo wearing it, he wants to see how turned on his partner will be when he’s actually wearing it.
Quatre gives him a delighted smile, quickly sets the gown aside, and kisses him quick and hard, then begins to pull Duo’s shirt over his head. Duo goes with it easily—one of their mutual kinks is definitely Duo being naked while Quatre’s still dressed to the nines—so it’s a familiar process. Quatre simply drops the shirt to the floor before going for the buttons on Duo’s pants. It’s about as messy as he ever gets, and he only gets messy when he’s really turned on. Duo finds it hopelessly endearing.
Dropping to his knees, Quatre pulls the pants down, then helps Duo step out of them. Duo’s underwear is obviously tented from his erection, and Quatre presses a teasing kiss to the head of it through the fabric before pulling the underwear down, leaving Duo completely naked while he’s still fully clothed. Something about that—about being vulnerable while Quatre is not—sends a thrill through Duo, and his cock bobs with it. Rather than paying attention to it, Quatre stands, his fingers grazing Duo’s skin all the way up.
“You are so beautiful,” Quatre says. He says it like it needs to be said, like he has to declare how beautiful Duo is to the world. It brings heat to Duo’s cheeks but warmth low in his belly. Quatre turns back to the box, pulling out a pair of purple underwear. It looks satiny and the sides are held together with black lace. Quatre goes to his knees again, holding them out for Duo to step into.
They look almost like panties, but he steps into them anyway, letting Quatre tease him as he pulls them up, tucking Duo’s aching length into them. Although they are stretched obscenely with how hard Duo is, he does fit in them, much to his surprise.
His surprise must be obvious because Quatre smiles. “This is a company that specializes in lingerie for men,” he explains. His hands roam over Duo’s waist before moving down to cup his ass through the satiny material. It makes the front tug a little bit against his dick, and the texture of the underwear against his ass makes him gasp softly.
“That feels good, doesn’t it?” Quatre asks softly, but not teasing. “It’s going to feel so good. You’re going to be so beautiful in it.
He squeezes Duo’s ass again, gently, and it does feel amazing. Duo lets himself moan softly, knowing how much Quatre loves to hear him.
Releasing him, Quatre says, “Let’s go sit down.” He guides Duo over to an absurdly large wingback chair in the closet, and has him sit, then goes back to the box, pulling a couple of things out. He goes to Duo’s feet again, kneeling, and Duo would swear that every time he does that, Duo’s cock gets harder.
Taking something black and sheer in his hands, Quatre does some odd motion, then has Duo cross his legs. It’s uncomfortable with him this hard, but he does it, and Quatre slides the stocking onto Duo’s foot. Duo moves with him naturally as he works the stocking up until it finishes at the middle of Duo’s thigh.
“Beautiful,” Quatre breathes, pausing to place a kiss high up on the inside of Duo’s thigh, just above the top of the stocking, even as he strokes his hands over the stocking. The feeling of the silky fabric on his skin, the feel of Quatre pressing on it, drags a whimper from his throat.
“Quat…” he breathes.
“Shhh,” Quatre hushes, kissing that intimate skin again before leaning back to repeat the process with the other one. When the second stocking is on, he applies another open-mouthed kiss to the skin just above the lacey top of the stocking. He sucks the skin into his mouth, and Duo couldn’t stop the moan that pours out of him if he wanted to, spreading his thighs wider, his cock beginning to weep in its silken prison. Placing a soft kiss on top of the hickey he just left, Quatre stands, ignoring Duo’s need, and somehow, that just turns Duo on even more.
Pulling him to his feet, Quatre says, “Now for the gown,” he murmurs against Duo’s lips, grinning when Duo whimpers. He kisses Duo—a delaying tactic, but it works—and then goes to grab the gown. The skirt’s band is elastic and goes over his head. When it’s around his ribs, Quatre helps him into the straps of the top, then steps behind him to latch them. There’s a tightness, a comfort to the way they hold him in.
“There we are,” Quatre says, settling the skirt. It still hugs around Duo’s ribs, but the rest is a gauzy, teasing, sheer drape of fabric to his ankles, a high slit that goes all the way up to Duo’s hip. Quatre maneuvers him in front of the mirror again, and sets of straps frame his pecks, drawing attention to them, not hiding them in the least. The skirt is so sheer that the purple of his underwear is clearly visible through it. “Oh, one last touch.” Quatre steps away, then comes back with the purple rose in his hand. He tucks it into Duo’s hair near his face, it and makes the purple in his eyes jump out. “I knew you would be stunning in it.” He leans over Duo’s shoulder, eyes fixed on the reflection, and runs his hands down Duo’s waist, pressing the filmy fabric to Duo’s skin.
It’s… sexy and obscene, especially with his underwear still so stretched and obvious through the skirt. It makes Duo more self-conscious than he thinks he would be if he were completely naked, but the heat in Quatre’s eyes, the possessive way he’s stroking Duo’s skin, the hardness of his dick behind Duo make it hot. He feels beautiful and desirable in a way that only Quatre has ever made him feel.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” Quatre says, his voice rough with desire. Hearing Quatre curse like that surprises a gasp out of Duo, and he reaches his hands up behind him to loop them around Quatre. It puts him on complete display, and he can feel how much it turns Quatre on by the way his breath catches, by the slight tremble in his hands. “You’re a treasure, pure art.” He lifts his hands to cup Duo’s chest as though they’re breasts, and something about that sends a zing of pleasure through Duo. He kisses the side of Duo’s neck. “This stunning and perfect and only for me.”
He rocks his hips against Duo’s back, and Duo lets his eyes flutter closed as Quatre pinches his nipples and twists them. “Only for you,” he agrees. “Just yours, Quat. Only for you. You’re the only one who makes me feel like this.”
Without warning, Quatre sweeps him off his feet, lifting him into a bridal carry that always shocks Duo when he does it. He yelps but laughs, loving when Quatre reminds him how strong he actually is. He doesn’t look like it—isn’t big or bulky—but he’s solid and sure. He carries Duo back to the room and lays him out on the bed with care.
Deciding to tease his partner, Duo spreads his legs wide, then, starting at his neck, drags a hand down his throat, teases across a bare nipped, letting himself sigh at the feeling, before stroking the gown over his abdomen. He stops just above his pubic are, teasing the sensitive skin there but not actually touching his cock.
“I need you, Quat,” Duo says, watching him from beneath lowered eyelashes. “You’ve made me so pretty—”
“You’re always gorgeous,” Quatre protests, setting the lube next to Duo on the bed.
“Not like you make me,” Duo says, spreading his legs wider, dropping to stroke the inner skin of his thighs. He can feel his cock weeping in the underwear, but still makes no move to touch it. He doesn’t want to touch himself—it’s always so much better when Quatre is the one to make him come.
Quatre groans, stripping off his vest and buttondown shirt quickly, leaving him only in his formal slacks and a thin tank top undershirt. His pants are tented with his own arousal, but he hasn’t taken himself out yet, and that iron self-control is such a turn-on, Duo sighs with it.
Climbing onto the bed, he settles between Duo’s legs, stroking his hands along the stocking-covered skin. “You are so beautiful. Words fail me. So stunning, so very, very good for me.” He strokes up to the bare skin of Duo’s thighs, pushes his legs wider, and leans forward to mouth at Duo’s trapped length. An embarrassing whine is pulled from Duo’s throat.
“Don’t tease,” he pleads as Quatre lifts off. The silky, wet fabric feels even dirtier on him than it did dry, and he feels like he could go off with almost no warning.
“Would I tease you?” Quatre teases, sitting up and grabbing the lube.
“You’re a born tease,” Duo tells him, but with a laugh in his voice. “You just hide it well.”
Quatre hums in agreement, smiling as he lubes his fingers. Once done, Duo expects him to pull the underwear down, but he’s stunned when Quatre’s fingers part a slit in the underwear he hadn’t noticed to press two fingers inside of him. Duo’s toes curl and his cock leaks more copiously in the underwear. They have sex often enough that he doesn’t really need much—if any—prep, but Quatre loves to take his time.
“You are a dream, Duo,” Quatre says, voice deeper than usual. That voice always goes straight to Duo’s dick. Fuck, nearly everything about Quatre being turned on and in control does it for Duo. It’s amazing they ever get out of bed some days.
He’s distracted from his thoughts when Quatre presses up against his prostate. He isn’t ready for it, and he’s so hard that he tumbles over the edge, coming in the underwear, filling it with a cry.
Slumping against the bed, he gasps, his skin still buzzing with arousal. When he meets Quatre’s eyes, he’s not at all surprised to see them almost black with arousal.
“Seeing you in your pleasure never gets old,” Quatre breathes out with the same sort of reverence that most people reserve for religion.
Chuckling, Duo says, “Only you think so.”
Quatre’s spare hand slides up his abdomen, to Duo’s chest, pinching and twisting the nipple he finds, making Duo gasp and tighten around the fingers still inside of him.
“You are beautiful. Absolutely breathtaking. You could have anyone you want.” He taps Duo’s prostate, which isn’t playing fair at all, stealing his voice for a moment.
Duo doesn’t let it be a deterrent. “You’re the one who could have absolutely anyone,” he says. “You could do so much—” Quatre presses hard on his prostate again, getting a cry of pleasure, and Duo’s cock begins filling again.
“I won’t hear you speak of yourself that way,” Quatre tells him, pulling his fingers out just long enough to add the third before pressing back in. “You are a masterpiece. An exquisite artwork. You’re a blessing, a gift.”
Between the teasing fingers stretching him, preparing him, and the compliments pouring down on him, Duo writhes under Quatre, his cock quickly coming back to full mast despite the uncomfortable cool and sticky underwear.
“You are the blessing,” Duo gasps out, trying not to thrash. “Kind and brilliant and—” Words escape him. It’s so damn hard to think while Quatre’s teasing him like this. “I don’t deserve you…”
“You deserve every good thing,” Quatre says, stretching his fingers wide, and being spread open like that always short circuits his ability to think.
“Quat!” he cries out, toes and fingers both trying to clutch at the bedding. “Please, I need you!” Sometimes Quatre will tease him till he comes a second time before finally fucking him like Duo wants. He hopes that he’s too tempting a vision right now to hold back.
“Since you asked so nicely,” Quatre says with a little growl in his voice. He removes his fingers, quickly pulls himself out, slicks himself, then presses through the hole in the underwear and begins to sink into Duo with no further teasing.
Trying desperately to stay relaxed, Duo can’t help but hold his breath as the head punches into him first. No matter how often they sleep together, that first punch is always breathtaking. Quatre is not small, and the initial penetration is always amazing. More than once, Quatre has teased him so long that he’s come just from that.
“Exquisite,” Quatre gasps, gripping his hips as he sinks slowly in, allowing Duo to feel his body open up and make room for every inch. Just being filled by Quatre is an experience, and Duo revels in it.
“You certainly are,” he manages to tease, getting a little jab of a thrust before Quatre finally bottoms out. As he does, Quatre mutters something under his breath—probably in an Arabic dialect Duo doesn’t know—and seems to be straining to hold himself back.
Duo has been teased for too long. He lifts his legs and wraps them around Quatre’s waist, locking him in deep. Quatre’s hand leaves his hip to rub over his abdomen, pressing hard on it, hard enough that Duo is pretty sure he can feel himself through Duo. It also nudges up against Duo’s prostate, making his cock throb and his back arch.
“Please, love,” Duo begs. “Please, take me. Please. I need you…”
“Whatever you need,” Quatre says, picking up the pace.
Within a few strokes, Duo is entirely lost in the pleasure, dazed by how perfectly he’s filled and taken. Somehow, Quatre always manages to put exactly the right amount of force into the thrusts, to rub his up against his prostate until he’s practically drugged with pleasure.
“Come for me, love,” Quatre says, low and rough. As if his voice reached inside of Duo and stoked his desire higher, his orgasm explodes over him. It’s dragged out as his body milks Quatre, and Quatre speeds up, following quickly on his heels, spilling deep within Duo. He reaches up to grab Duo’s face, and kisses him hard, licking into his mouth, claiming it, just as he claimed Duo’s body, even as his own orgasm shudders through him.
They break to breathe, panting between kisses, hands stroking all over one another, both humming with satisfaction. When Quatre pulls out, Duo can’t help but whine at the loss.
“Hush,” Quatre says, helping Duo shove his underwear down. It’s caked in his come, which is cooling and uncomfortable, so Duo gladly sheds it. Quatre finishes stripping down quickly, then snuggles up behind Duo, sliding his still half-hard cock inside of him. Duo relaxes into his arms, loving the warmth of Quatre against his back. “Better?”
Duo more mumbles than answers, but he pulls Quatre’s arm tight around his waist, tangling their legs. “You use your Space Heart during sex, don’t you?” he says, the pieces somehow having come together.
Behind him, Quatre freezes. “Is… that a problem?” he asks, a little nervously.
Laughing softly, which must make his body tighten around Quatre because he feels the dick inside of him get a little harder, Duo says, “No. Just explains why you’re so good at blowing my mind.” He laces their fingers together.
Relaxing, Quatre moves his braid aside to put a kiss on the nape of Duo’s neck. “I love you,” he says.
“You too, Quat,” Duo reassures. He doesn’t know why Quatre loves him, but he’s not looking that particular gift horse in the mouth. Quatre loves him, and he loves Quatre. Why question a good thing?