by Ruth
Thanks - to Ashura Nagisa's Arab-English dictionary.
Wufei took a breath and let it out in a shuddering sigh. His head was spinning. He'd had a little too much champagne at Emil's; it had been a celebration of Trowa's safe return from another brush fire that Preventer's had put out. The plan was to pounce Trowa, but somehow the tables had been turned and he was the one pounced and neatly secured to the brass headboard with his own silk sash.
The torment was well underway. He had to admit, Quatre was fiendish. After deliciously massaging him with patchouli oil and then massaging each other, Quatre and Trowa were fiercely making love on the floor right next to the bed. Wufei could look away if he wanted, but he couldn't make himself take his eyes off them and it was making him squirm wondering just what they had in mind for him.
They were lying side by side. Quatre's pale blond hair looked nearly white resting on Trowa's tanned thigh, while Trowa's rough, stubbled cheek was pillowed on Quatre's pale leg. Quatre was delicately nibbling along Trowa's growing erection while at the same time anointing his fingers with lubricant. He circled and penetrated making his lover groan. Quatre was whimpering as well, for Trowa had another tube of lubricant and was teasing him stiff as he painted the slick gel on.
With a little growl, Quatre pushed Trowa on his back. Trowa locked his long legs around Quatre's waist. Wufei swallowed hard. Trowa's ability to stay silent was startling, but the emotions were all over his face as his neck arched back against the pillow on the floor. His eyes closed. His brows drew down. His lips parted and closed again. Quatre was restraining himself to low, rhythmic grunts, punctuated by tiny growls as he squirmed his hips deeper. Every so often he turned and Wufei could see his face, his eyes glowing with desire. Trowa's mouth opened in a silent cry and Quatre lunged forward, placing his hands on either side of his lover's face.
"Look at me, MuHibb, " he panted. "Look at me." Trowa gave a tiny gasp and opened his eyes. Their eyes locked as Trowa's body shuddered with release. His legs slipped loose and they kissed, murmuring softly.
"We're forgetting our guest," Trowa reminded gently. Wufei blinked and started at the sound of his voice. A slight chill teased up his back as they both turned wicked smiles on him. He faced them with a stoic expression, but his body was betraying him. Their love-making had aroused him almost to the point of pain.
"We'll just have to make up for our neglect," Quatre purred softly, wiping himself down with someone's undershirt. He was still erect, having not taken his own climax. "Ready?"
"Of course," Wufei shot back in challenge and gave a little gasp as a scarf was whisked over his eyes. He froze in surprise, then moaned softly. Soft, warm kisses trailed down either side of his neck and down his chest. Two tongues teased at his nipples until he was thrashing, yelping with frustration.
A weight settled over his chest, knees gripping carefully. The headboard creaked slightly and the soft tip of a penis nudged at his lips. He opened and mouthed, getting the feel of it. It tasted like cinnamon. Quatre?
He was just starting to work on it when a warm mouth encircled his own arousal. He gave a muffled squawk of surprise. In a few moments he was lost in the double sensation of pleasing and being pleased. Strong hands pinned his thighs as he tried to buck against the feeling Something went blank in his mind and he gave another muffled cry as he felt himself release. He choked a bit as the other's climax came quickly after. He was freed and gently wiped down, but the blindfold wasn't removed.
Two warm bodies snuggled next to him. Trowa's rough chin scraped at his left shoulder. Quatre chuckled to himself on his right.
"We may need to get a bigger bed," he commented.