Warning: Lemon content

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.

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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.