Somnophilia

Somnophilia

Aquamarine eyes blinked open sleepily, the darkness of the room greeting the luminescent irises and coaxing the owner of said eyes to drift back into slumber. However, the owner of said eyes refused to be coaxed and slowly his consciousness caught up with the rest of his body and he released a yawn.

Mussed up blond hair gave the boy a look of adorability as he raised his head up from the pillows and his body rising up with it, the covers slipping down the soft yet defined contours of his muscular torso. Propping himself up on an elbow, the blond headed boy released another yawn, his eyes sleepily gazing into the darkness of the room, further emphasizing an innocence about him.

This boy, though, was more than that. He was Quatre Winner, one of the five infamous Gundam Pilots, a trained killer and brilliant tactician though his current looks belied that. At the moment, he looked less like a hardened soldier and more like a naïve, innocent uke from a yaoi manga.

Innocent, of course, being the understatement of the year.

Turning his head to a side, Quatre blinked dreamily at his bedmate, another boy of similar age sleeping like a log and hardly moving, his breathing so light that one almost thought that he wasn’t breathing at all. Like Quatre, this boy was more than he seemed. He was Duo Maxwell, as the blond had come to know him, another one of the five Gundam Pilots, a master at stealth and demolition.

Out of all the boys, it was these two that got along the best, both conversationalists and each one always reaching out for companionship. Sure they may work better with the other pilots but off the battlefield, it was a different story. With the others, it was always business as usual but with each other they could be their selves and they accepted one another for what they were, not caring about the others’ vices that the other three were usually quick to point out.

It didn’t matter to them, not at all. Their friendship was too strong and had deepened to the point that they were more than friends. Sharing the same bed was only the tip of the iceberg as Quatre liked sleeping in bed with more than one person and Duo himself professed a fear of being alone for too long. It was needless to say that they had given one another stories of their pasts and were both left in surprise as they found out just out different their upbringings were.

Of course, they didn’t tell everything about each other since there were some things that were either too personal or held bad memories.

Looking down at the sleeping brunet, the chestnut bangs hovering over closed eyelids and lips parted just slightly to allow more air into the boy’s lungs, Quatre smiled tenderly, eyes raking over the other and taking in the look of troubled peace on the other’s face as well as the long, slithering braid that was his trademark.

He took in the handsome features of his bedmate, admiring the cherubic way the cheeks were formed and the whole innocence that was projected. Quatre had seen that way in many different manners, from light and cheery, to cold and murderous, from serious and withdrawn, to wicked and homicidal, and it never ceased to amaze him that such an emotionally dynamic person could have so many facets to him.

Then again, it wasn’t like he could talk since he too had his different facets.

Extending a finger, he lightly traced the corner of Duo’s lips, his smile widening slightly as Duo unconsciously responded by quirking both corners of his mouth upwards. Quatre’s smile soon turned predatory; it was moments like these that the blond fully let out the dominant side of personality. It aroused him like nothing whenever he caught his usually light-sleeping partners still in the abyss of unconsciousness and he wasn’t going to pass up one of these uncommon occurrences.

It wouldn’t be the first time he had gone through with this but at least he had consent prior.

Lightly trailing fingers down Duo’s pale cheek and to his neck, Quatre shifted himself up so that he was sitting up and thus had more access to the slumbering body beside him. He traced the other’s Adam’s apple, enjoying the sensation that happened when the braided one swallowed unconsciously.

Using his other hand, Quatre lightly peeled away the covers that covered them both, revealing Duo in his nightwear: a loose, gray tank top and baggy, black boxers. Quatre himself, meanwhile, wore absolutely nothing. Hey, he liked sleeping in the nude and knew it was only a matter of time before he convinced Duo to do the same. In the meantime, the blond had some work to do, mainly getting rid of those pesky boxers…

His hand left Duo’s throat and grazed against pale skin as it approached Duo’s muscled chest. Pressing down lightly, Quatre was careful as he caressed the soft pectoral muscles, fingers slipping under the tank top to rub gently around hardening nipples. This part was one of the most critical parts of the seduction; he wanted to keep Duo asleep as long as possible and the feeling of a hand pressing against his chest was sometimes more than enough to make the braided one up.

Three black eyes, a knife being pressed to his neck five times, and once a gun barrel pressed against his temple was all the incentive the blond needed to keep Duo slumbering while he himself fed his sexual appetite.

Using the hand he had used to pull the covers away, Quatre began to fiddle with the waistband of Duo’s boxers, thankful that Duo slept only in loose ones than the tight ones he wore during the day. It was Duo’s concession to Quatre after the gun incident and so far the blond was sure that he hadn’t regretted it.

Removing his hand from Duo’s chest, he placed it as well as his other hand on either side of Duo’s hips, his fingers and thumbs slithering under the waistband of Duo’s boxers and stretching them out. Ever so slowly, he pulled the boxers down, smirking only when he got it down to Duo’s knees. Pushing the covers further back so that Duo’s feet were now visible, Quatre pulled the boxers down the rest of the way and let them settle by the brunet’s feet.

Turning back towards the rest of Duo’s body, Quatre placed long fingers down tenderly on Duo’s thighs and slowly began rubbing them, massaging the muscles beneath the skin. Duo let out an unconscious gasp and his breathing began to deepen and speed up. Quatre bit his lip as he forced himself to slow down, not wanting to Duo to wake up just yet. They hadn’t even gotten to the best part yet and he would be damned if he was cheated out of it now.

Slowly, he pried Duo’s legs further apart, careful to keep Duo from waking up but also letting his hands wander over to Duo’s groin where fingertips stroked the sensitive skin with a featherlight touch. Duo’s penis awakened to the light ministrations and Quatre watched intently as he coaxed the organ to slowly rise, foreskin sliding off the reveal a swelling head.

As much as he wanted to do so, Quatre refrained from taking the penis into his mouth since that was a sure way to wake Duo up. He had to content himself with lightly stoking the now-weeping organ, droplets of precum beginning to form at the little hole that was situated on the top of the head.
Letting one hand wander, this adventurous hand passed by the wrinkled scrotum, pausing only for an instant to trace one of the orbs within the sack before moving further to Duo’s ass. There, the blond’s hand encountered a protrusion, a intentional and manmade one to be precise.

It had definitely been a shock to Quatre when he learned that Duo kept an anal plug up his ass all day long. According to Duo, it had been a habit he had started back when he lived on the streets as an orphan with his childhood mentor. Back then, the two had thought it was a good idea to stretch their assholes out since street urchins being raped was a common occurrence and that it would at least lessen the physical pain somewhat if they were violated. Duo never said that he had become a victim of rape and Quatre never pried, allowing Duo to keep just one more secret. If he wanted Quatre to know, he would’ve told him about it.

Anyway, after the untimely death of his mentor, Duo had kept the makeshift plug he and his friend had made, kept the habit as a way to keep the memory of his friend alive. Quatre found it hard to believe Duo was comfortable being plugged up all day long, walking around with it in him, sitting in his cockpit and fighting enemy Mobile Suits, taking showers in the evening with it still in. Duo, though, was used to it and claimed that it was a comfort to him so the blond had let it drop.

In times like these, though, the plug was a Godsend. Duo was already stretched and everything so that meant one less thing Quatre needed to do.

Pulling away from Duo, Quatre began to work on himself, stroking his own member with one hand while reaching for a drawer in the nearby nightstand with his other, all the while imagining what was to happen soon. By the time he was hard, he had pulled back from the nightstand, a tube of lube hand which he opened with one hand. Continuing to masturbate, Quatre squirted a generous amount onto his penis, slowly administering it as he spread it around.

Quietly closing the tube, he tossed it aside carelessly, making sure that it went nowhere near Duo so that the braided one didn’t work. It had taken a lot of practice and trial and error before Quatre could get to this point. Arousing a sleeping partner while keeping them asleep was a test of skill all on its own but the blond was a pro at it by now. Getting into position between Duo’s legs, he carefully removed the plug in the braided one’s anus.

Now this was one last critical moment, perhaps the most critical of them all. If that plug was removed from Duo for any short amount of time, he would notice it and it was something that would quickly awaken him. Quatre had to be quick as he slid his member into Duo’s tight heat, relaxing only when he had buried himself to the hilt and Duo was still asleep albeit his breathing was heavier with a panting quality to it.

The best part, at long last. Slowly pulling out, the blond thrusted back in gently before repeating the action again and again, always slow and gentle. Duo’s brow furrowed and a moan escaped his lips, something that aroused Quatre further as he continued to thrust deeper and deeper into his bedmate and lover. His aquamarine eyes glittered in unabashed lust and he shut them and threw his head back in passion as he slowly began to speed his thrust ups.

A loud gasp escaped the unconscious Duo and Quatre knew that he had found the prostrate. It was only a matter of time, a few seconds at the least, a minute at the most, but Duo would be waking up soon and it spurred to blond to quicken his thrusts.

The threat of Duo’s immanent awakening excited the blond to no end as he felt the pressure in his groin coil and gather, getting ready for his inevitable climax. Duo moaned and threw his head back as Quatre gingerly took his arousal into his hand and stroked it in time with his thrusts.

As cum spurted out from Duo’s organ, the braided one’s anal walls clamped down tightly on the blond and he thrusted more viciously into it, reveling in the pressure and tightness until he couldn’t hold it anymore and ejaculated.

And then there was nothing but panting as Quatre struggled to regain his breath, his body leaning over Duo’s and his trembling arms being the only thing that prevented him from falling on top of Duo completely. He could feel himself softening even as he remained inside of Duo, his orgasmic high finally coming down.

Then violet eyes cracked open, a small smirk forming onto lips that were curved upwards.

“Sneak,” Duo’s baritone voice spoke, a tone of contentment coloring it.

“Morning, Sleeping Beauty,” Quatre’s higher tenor replied, an uncharacteristic shit-eating grin splitting his face in half. “I couldn’t resist.”

“And who wouldn’t?” Duo countered. “But don’t you think screwing my brains out while I’m dead from the neck up getting a bit old yet?”

“Who do you think you’re kidding?” Quatre challenged, aquamarine eyes glimmering in mirth and lust. “I just love watching you so innocent while I’m fucking you.”

“If only the other guys could hear you now,” Duo said. “I just might have to wash your mouth out with soap. But, let me ask you, has the concept of role play ever occurred to you?”

“Nope!” Quatre chirped. “I like this better. Besides, it keeps me sharp.” Feeling himself begin to harden again, he smirked, “Would you like to go again?”

Feeling Quatre hardening inside of him, Duo shuddered. “Why not? Talk dirty to me babe.”

A sharp tug on his braid caught him off guard. “I thought we had discussed you calling me ‘babe,’” Quatre said, his eyes containing a steel-like glint in them even as he slowly began to pull out and thrust back in again.

“Sorry, forgot,” Duo rasped as he let out a pleasurable groan.

“No you’re not,” Quatre stated, his hands clasping onto Duo’s wrists. “Not yet.”