Zechs x Duo Recs

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Zechs takes a deep breath, forces himself to think of the last time he saw Duo Maxwell, at some convention of Relena's, in a suit tailored to fit his lithe frame, a rose in his hair, braid slightly mussed, and cheeks flushed with drink or arousal, he didn't know. He does remember wanting to step into Duo's space, to press him up against a wall, to make him feel how small he was against Zechs's height. He wanted to make Duo crane his neck up, to be vulnerable, to kiss him, imagined turning him around and fucking into him just outside that ballroom, where anyone could chance upon them.

It was fantasy, a daydream, nothing more. He knew Duo Maxwell was not for him, but the memory of the imagining, of the desire, is enough to tent his pants convincingly. He licks his lips again, mouth gone dry for a different reason this time.

"I…" he breathes out and imagines the sounds Duo might have made, getting harder. "I… assure you, Father, I am quite… eager."

He keeps the image of Duo's flushed face in his mind, telling himself there was a reason other than the alcohol to be flushed, and it helps him stay hard even as Adam's eyes rake over him.

"If you would like him, he is yours, just…" He trails.

Zechs would be lying if he said the thought of having Duo Maxwell as his weren't appealing, and just the idea makes his cock swell further. "Just?" he asks, not covering his arousal. Adam is a voyeur and exhibitionist. He encourages his people to show off their desires, to be open with them.

"Just don't break him, please. He's not much use as leverage if you break him too badly."

Pain Is Pleasure

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