My Night
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Rating: M (yaoi, PWP, a bad word [that's pretty good for me], anything else I'm missing)
Pairing: 34, Trowa x Quatre
Summary: It's a nice night for lovers. Trowa seems to agree. -YAOI-
Disclaimer: I own the DVDs... and some hostage plot bunnies who help me think of this stuff... but nothing else.
Author's Note: Wow, it's been a while since I've been back around this side! Since I've done a 1x2, 5x6, and 2x5, I wanted to do a lil' sumthin' for my other two favorite sexies. Similar in style to my other fic 'The Club' (If you like Tekken yaoi, check it out!). And I would say Quat is OOC but I firmly believe the innocent act is just a ploy and he's a freakin' sex addict. There ya go.
Don't like yaoi, don't read it.
Enjoy!
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SB
So the moon is bright in the sky
And I like the way it highlights you
Your pale skin shining so beautifully
I want your taste on my tongue
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Trowa was hungry for his lover. That last mission was way too long, and his body yearned to see the paradise that only his beloved could take him to. His gem-like turquoise eyes, his rosy lips, and his fair skin... he wanted it all.
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Your body is flushed and red
As my tongue traces you
Breathy whispers of my name
They're driving me insane
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As soon as the little blonde got home, Trowa was all over him. Their eyes were alive with dormant passion and fire, and the taller pilot wasted no time in taking him to the bedroom. The kitten was already mewling in anticipation, ready for his... milk.
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Let me worship you, let me cater to your needs
I want you to enjoy all of me
As I enjoy you
And replace your sanity with raw need
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Quatre pinched his wet rosy nipples as he watched his lover suck his length. It was almost like his lips sent tingles up and down his shaft every time he bobbed his head. The blonde was drunk on lust and his lover's mouth.
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So I place my throbbing need inside of you
Devour every inch of you
Love every part of you
And pleasure your entire soul
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Trowa cursed under his breath as his cock was surrounded by that familiar loving heat.
"Move, Trowa," the kitten gasped. "Fuck me..."
The green-eyed man could not resist such temptation, and he began to move. His wanton lover met him on every thrust, moans intertwining like their lips.
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The fire inside of us burns and glows
Hotter and hotter, the flames flicker
I am deeply intoxicated
Lost, and drowning on your scent
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"Mmmnn, more!" Quatre gasped beautifully. His words and whispers were music to Trowa's ears, and he could tell they were reaching the end of this delightful symphony.
"Come for me, sweetheart," Trowa breathed, "let me see you drown in bliss..."
One last scream of his name, and Quatre placed the double bars on their climactic piece.
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The orchestra quiets from its dynamic forte
We, the conductors, slow to an endless waltz
The night is still young
And the moon is still there.
What do you think? Review!
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SB
