Bathing

Heero laid back and closed his eyes. A low grumbled escaped his lips, but it was the only sound the perfect soldier made as the soft tongue licked the sweat from his brow. That cleansed, the tongue darted, carefully over Heero's eyelids, over the sides of his face near the outer edges of Heero's eyes, then down either side of his nose. It touched his lips, then made its way down over Heero's chin, licking both the front and the underside, moving onward to his neck, cleaning every inch of it. Heero enjoyed the sensations he was getting from the incredibly thorough tongue-bath. He had to admit it felt good, and not just because it was nice to get the sweat off his body and feel clean again.

The sweet touches reached Heero's nether regions. Heero grasped the bedclothes, his moans increasing in volume and intensity as the felt the talented tongue flicker against his ass, then move upward to attend to his balls until he was so hard he was in a state of sweet agony, his body begging for release.

Then sweet lips captured the head of his cock and he felt that gentle tongue flicker against the tip...

....and Heero came, crying out, his body shuddering as wave after wave of semen emptied from his balls and pumped into the other pilot's mouth.

"Thank... thank you." he breathed. "That was incredible."

"I'm pleased you enjoyed it," Quatre smiled. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to give the other pilots their baths..."

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