Slipping into the bedroom, Trowa released Quatre's hand as he turned, shutting the door behind them and turning the new lock that he'd installed the day
before. Looking to the blonde, he felt himself react to the way his eyes were shining. Moving forward, he reached out to brush the unruly hair away from
Quatre's forehead so it couldn't shadow his wide eyes. He knew what the smaller boy was feeling, but he wasn't sure if he should let him act on it. Trowa knew
he was becoming attached to the sweet boy, and he could imagine how much that attachment would grow if he made love to him. It would be that much harder
to leave when things were over.
"Trowa." Moving forward, Quatre wrapped his arms around the tall boy's waist, head tilted back as he looked into those beautiful green eyes. "Do you have
any idea what you do to me?" Moving a hand over Trowa's back, he stroked his fingers over the back of his neck, standing on his toes as he brushed his lips
over Trowa's.
"Quatre, I don't think..." His words cut off by the small boy's mouth and Trowa pulled him close, arms tightening automatically as he felt that lithe body press
against him. Maybe the future doesn't matter. He wants this, and so do I... Hand moving to bury his fingers in Quatre's thick hair, he kissed him deeply,
letting out a harsh breath as he felt the boy's hardness press against him. Although rational thought didn't actually stop, it might as well have as he moved
forward, directing Quatre towards the bed.
Frowning when the tall boy moved back a bit, Quatre opened his eyes, blushing when he saw Trowa's hands move to unbutton his shirt. It didn't take long,
and although he felt oddly vulnerable with his chest bare, he was consoled when Trowa took off his own top, setting them on the nightstand before moving to
stand before him.
Pushing the pale boy back so he sat on the edge of the bed, Trowa bent and gave him a light kiss, pulling back to look at him, expression intense and
serious. "Is this what you want?" he asked softly, then he lifted his hands to brush them over Quatre's chest, fingers circling his nipples and causing him to
draw in a sharp breath. "Or do you want more?"
Blushing as he heart sped up, Quatre licked his lips. Staring up at Trowa, he curled his hands into fists for a moment before taking a deep breath. "More. I
want you, Trowa."
"Alright." Holding out a hand to direct Quatre to wait, Trowa moved into the adjoining bathroom, narrowed eyes searching for anything to make process easier
before falling on the lotion that sat on the edge of the sink. Grabbing it and a towel, he moved with eager quickness back into the bedroom, setting his prize
on the stand before returning to where Quatre waited, eyes very wide. "Tell me if you want me to stop, or if I scare you," Trowa said softly.
Nodding quickly, Quatre moved back on the bed, arms moving around the tall boy as he spread the towel beneath them and knelt beside him, their lips
meeting with fervor. Tongue moving against Trowa's, he felt his body burn as it had earlier that evening, and he gripped the boy's muscular back as he
pressed their bare chests together, reveling in the contact. With a low sound, Trowa moved forward, his weight and height angling the smaller boy back on
the bed as he leaned over him, hands caressing his skin as he drew Quatre's tongue into his mouth, sucking on it lightly. Fingers circling his nipples again,
Trowa growled lightly at Quatre's soft moan, moving his lips to taste the soft flesh of his neck.
Tilting his head as he nipped the smooth skin of Quatre's shoulder lightly, Trowa moved lower, tongue brushing over one of his nipples and making the boy
jerk beneath him. Then he opened his mouth, sucking on the nub as he used his teeth to toy with it, encouraged by Quatre's cry as he felt a hand move
behind his head, fingers threading through the short hair as the small boy pushed upward. Putting a damper on his urgency, he took as much time as his
body would allow, caressing both nipples before lifting his head to push his tongue into Quatre's hot mouth, rewarded when the stimulated boy moved against
him frantically, hands holding him very close.
Breaking the kiss, Trowa ran his hand down over the pale boy's flat stomach, fingers hovering over the button to his pants. Breaths coming faster, he paused,
looking into Quatre's eyes as he prepared himself for the possibility of having to stop. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked, voice strained. "If I don't stop
now, I may not be able to later."
Meeting Trowa's hesitant gaze, Quatre let out a harsh breath, forcing his voice to work. "Please...don't stop."
Not waiting for him to change his mind, Trowa's deft fingers made quick work of the clasp, and it didn't take long to rid them of their remaining clothing.
Catching Quatre's blush as he viewed the lovely body beneath him, Trowa bent for a kiss, lips trailing the boy's ear as he rubbed their lengths together. "I've
never wanted anything the way I want you," he whispered, voice hoarse, breath catching as he felt Quatre's hips jerk upward for more contact. Taking in the
boy's small smile and passion glazed eyes, Trowa pushed himself onto his knees, spreading Quatre's legs so he could kneel between them.
Feeling Trowa's hands move to circle his hard length, Quatre whimpered softly, biting his lip against the wonderful feeling. Brushing his tongue over the soft
skin, Trowa felt himself grow painfully hard as the small boy gasped and gave a shocked cry. Hands moving beneath the boy, he lifted his hips as he took him
into his mouth, tongue rubbing his length as he relaxed his throat and drew him in deeper, sucking as if he meant to swallow him. And indeed, that's what it felt
like as Quatre shuddered from the exquisite pressure, head thrown back as his hands followed Trowa's movements as he held onto the boy, fingers moving
against his fine hair.
Knowing he couldn't wait before taking the boy, Trowa sped up his movements, sucking hard on the boy as he felt Quatre's body tense and heard his low
moan as he came. Swallowing, he waited until Quatre lay limp beneath him, trembling from his release. Moving over him, he gave him a gentle kiss, loving the
wondrous look in those pale eyes, before he reached over and took the lotion from the table. Brushing his tongue over the now limp length, Trowa heard him
give a surprised cry as he began to respond, hardening again.
Coating a hand in the lotion, he moved his other beneath Quatre's narrow hips as he lifted them a bit, finger moving over his entrance as he took him into his
mouth again. Refusing to hurt the boy, he waited until he'd resumed his breathless cries before pushing his slick finger into him. Moving carefully, he coated
his insides as he searched, Quatre stiffening beneath him with a choked cry as he found the spot. Not giving the boy a chance to get over his surprise, Trowa
slipped another finger in to join the first, widening him more as he sucked hard on the boy, wanting to distract him from any pain he might be causing. It must
have worked as Quatre didn't protest the introduction of yet another finger as he moaned from the pleasure Trowa was giving him.
Knowing he was as wide as he was going to get, Trowa slipped his fingers out, coating his member before positioning himself at the boy's entrance. Stretching
out, he kissed Quatre's parted lips as he lifted the boy's hips again, moaning when Quatre promptly wrapped his legs around him. Holding himself up with one
hand, he used the other to stroke the boy as he began to push into him. Pausing as he felt Quatre twitch against the intrusion, he kissed him again, stroking
as the boy slowly relaxed before pushing in more. Unwilling to cause him pain, it took time but finally his long length was buried completely, and Trowa
groaned with need at the tightness.
Breath coming hard, he lifted Quatre's hips again as he slowly withdrew, tilting himself at the right angle before pushing in slowly. Choking at the shocking
pleasure that coursed through him, Quatre gasped as Trowa began to pull away again, letting out a sharp cry as he shoved downward, quicker than before
and with more powerful results. Trowa felt so large inside him, but the growing sensations overrode his discomfort and he found himself moving to meet the
tall boy's thrusts, mouth opening as he panted. Burying himself to the hilt in the small boy's exquisite heat, Trowa moaned into Quatre's mouth, tongue
brushing his in a distracted manner as his entire being seemed to flow into the boy. His pleasure seemed to fuse with a stronger emotion, and every thrust
became an effort to be one with the beautiful boy, rather than just a movement to gain more sensations. Swallowing painfully as he felt himself ready to come,
Trowa moved to stroke Quatre's length, letting out a harsh cry as he tightened around him. The small boy moaned and convulsed around him, and Trowa
jerked as he came violently.
Heart beating so fast it was hard to breath, Trowa fell onto his side, pulling Quatre close to him as they lay exhausted. When their breathing finally calmed,
Trowa forced himself to move, his body wanting nothing more than to remain next to the small boy's. Making it to his knees, he slowly got off the bed, pulling
Quatre to him as his legs calmed enough to hold him. Lifting the boy who was smiling blissfully, Trowa grabbed the towel and carried him into the bathroom,
setting the towel on the edge of the tub before sitting on it while he ran a hot bath. Waiting for the water to finish running, he moved to kiss the sweet boy on
his lap, nuzzling Quatre's neck before resting their foreheads together so they were eye to eye. His heart clenched painfully in his chest as he looked into
those beautiful eyes, and he could swear he saw love there.
Unwilling to believe it, he forced himself to simply enjoy the moment, knowing that he'd never forget it for as long as he lived. The feel of Quatre in his arms,
the way his eyes shone into his, it was so perfect he wanted to engrave the moment on his memory. When the water was high enough, he turned it off,
standing as he stepped into the tub, sitting down and setting Quatre in front of him so they were facing each other. Trying to express his feelings through a
kiss, he pushed the boy back against the end of the tub as he pulled a rag off the rack, washing them carefully as he placed a shower of kisses over Quatre's
smiling face, lips brushing over his cheeks and forehead before planting a kiss on the tip of his nose causing Quatre to blush. Once they were clean, he
hurried to let out the water, knowing if he stayed there too long he'd want to take the boy again. He'd be too sore for that, and Trowa didn't want to test his
ability to resist the temptation.
Standing Quatre on the rug, Trowa pulled a clean towel off the rack, bending as he toweled him dry. He knew the blonde could have done this for himself, but
he relished in being able to do it for him, in having leave to memorize that beautiful body and feeling Quatre's soft gaze on him as he did it. Once they were
dry, he lifted him again and carried him back into the bedroom, loving the way Quatre immediately wrapped his arms around his neck and pressed his face to
his chest. Pulling back the covers, he knelt on the bed and laid Quatre down, not wanting him to get dressed. Tonight, he would have everything perfect, and
he lay down beside the smaller boy, holding him close as he pulled the blankets up. Quatre was so soft against him, and he let out a content sigh as he felt
the boy brush his lips against his neck before letting sleep take him. Even if this was all going to end soon, Trowa was determined to carry the memory of this
night with him forever.
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