Hello! Since writing simple drabbles and porn are few of the best ways to prevent boredom, I combined those two and have been writing porny Palletshipping drabbles now and then. And as the nature of drabbles go, these are quite short and written without deeper thinking, so quality is what it is... Hopefully they won't burn anyone's eyes tho!

Since my other perhaps bit more decent writings haven't been finished and keep taking their time, I might as well open my game here with some Palletshipping porn! I will post every drabble as a separate chapter to keep it simple, and I've quite a few of these waiting, so during the next few days I shall publish all of them as chapters in this story. Because there is never enough Palletshipping porn, oops! Well, enjoy!

Disclaimer; I don't own Pokémon, and that makes me sad.

Excitment

The danger of getting caught has never failed to excite him more; one wrong move, one too loud noise, and the game will crash in a blink of an eye.

A rusty taste of blood fills his mouth as Ash bites his lip, trying to swallow the moans which would give them away on a silver plate. But the more he fights the losing battle, the more his body desires to voice its pleasure, and who could blame him when – oh god! All the control he once had are spilled away as Gary moves within him, his thrusts hard and desperate, reaching so deep that Ash is sure his very soul is being ravished. He clings to the other's sweaty shoulders, his hips snapping up to meet the movements, listening to Gary's heavy breathing next to his ear and mind thick with lust and he just cannot hold it in anymore.

"Ahhn–!"

Has Tracey woken up already? Is he lying behind the wall, listening to their heated passion, the squeaking of their bed? The thought makes Ash worried as much as aroused, and he doesn't know whether he cares anymore as his hands wander around Gary's body, poking his sensitive spots and driving the other outright crazy, the pitch of the brunet's breathing rising.

Another thrust.
Another creak in the stairs.

Breathy moans.
Imagined steps behind the door.

Ash throws his head back as his voice betrays him, just like Gary's control is breaking down as well. He feels as if the whole house's watching them.

"AH!"

A hand slaps over his mouth and Ash can't decide whether he's irritated or thankful, as his muffled moans fill the air, joining Gary's repressed ones.

And it doesn't take much longer for them to reach their peaks; Gary's body shaking as he tenses – as he bites hard down to Ash's shoulder to keep as quiet as he can – while Ash's pleasure voices itself in a form of a stifled scream breaking through Gary's fingers over his mouth.

Tangled together, gasping for air, skin glued to each other. The house is silent again, anxiety wrapping around them as they lay there, thinking whether the creaks and whispers were all inside their heads. For a moment they're too afraid to move, listening to any possible noises as the ecstasy still lingers in the air, mixed with the scent of sweat and warmth. Then Gary slowly rises, taking care of the usual clean up with a gentle smile tugged at his lips. After wiping away the evidence of their little secret he moves next to Ash and kisses him softly before settling down, his head on the other's chest, and closing his eyes with an exhausted breath. Ash wraps his arms around him, giving a soft kiss to his temple, before letting the silence slowly cradle them into sleep. No words are spoken, as every new noise will increase the risk of getting their secret world torn down.

The danger of getting caught has never failed to excite them more.