Lucky people out there, I actually was in so much pain today I had to leave work. Do you know why that's good for you? Because now I had time to bang out the next chapter! Yeay! I'm so proud of myself! I hope you like this one. Writing it, it seemed like a lot more but I guess not... Any way WARNING! LEMON! MAN + MAN SEX If you don't like that kinda thing, skip to the last like 5 paragraphs.
Quatre only nodded in response. Trowa undid the buttons of Quatre's shirt, pushing it off Quatre's shoulders. Trowa paused to stare. The shirt still hung around his elbows, and pooled around his waist. It made the blonde look almost unbearably sexy. Quatre daringly ground his hips downward. Trowa shivered at the feeling.
"Make me yours," Quatre whispered, moving to kiss Trowa's throat. Trowa moved away playfully, able to get Quatre beneath him. He removed all remaining articles of clothing.
"Do you have any lube?" Trowa asked. Quatre nodded, reaching over to his side table. He pulled the small drawer open and handed a small bottle to Trowa. He popped the lid open and applied it on two fingers. Quatre whimpered as one slippery digit worked its way into him. He was already hard from what Trowa had said to him, but when he felt the fingertip deep inside him he twitched. His arousal was throbbing, begging to be touched into release.
"Trowa," Quatre moaned softly. Trowa smirked at the blonde, kissing down his hip bone to fulfill the unspoken desire. Quatre closed his eyes and bit his lip as he arched into Trowa's wet mouth. He whimpered softly as another finger pressed into him. He could feel Trowa's tongue all over him as he slid in and out of this wet heat. It felt like it had been forever since Trowa had touched him. This time was different though, like Trowa wanted. He felt as though he was the only person in the world, the only thing that mattered to Trowa. As Quatre got closer small spasms of pleasure shot through him. He groaned when Trowa stopped.
"You can be louder than that," Trowa said. It wasn't a suggestion, it was a demand. It kind of turned Quatre on, Trowa being dominant. If being loud was going to make Trowa happy, he would be.
"I want you inside me now," Quatre said in reply. Trowa removed his fingers and used the lube on himself. Quatre got on all fours, looking lustfully back at Trowa who seemed confused. "Make me scream." Trowa knew from experience that this position, although impersonal, was extremely pleasurable. If it was what Quatre wanted, who was he to say no?
"Are you ready?" he asked.
"Mm-hmm." He pushed into Quatre, groaning at how good it felt to be encased in the blonde. His eyes fluttered shut as he allowed Quatre to get used to him. "Move," Quatre whispered. Trowa grasped his hips and started a slow rhythm. Quatre only emitted soft breathy moans, much to Trowa's dismay. "Faster, make me scream," Quatre whispered. Trowa felt goose bumps rise all over his skin. Hearing Quatre speak this way was driving him crazy.
He held tighter to the lithe hips of the blonde and increased his speed. Faster and faster, harder and deeper with every thrust. Every movement earned him an equally intense cry. Trowa cried out with Quatre, who teasingly tightened around his shaft. He faltered for a moment. He started using his hold on Quatre's hips to add to their pleasure, pulling Quatre's hips back against him to reach an even deeper place inside the tight blonde.
"Trowa!" Quatre yelled. Sweat beaded on Trowa's forehead. Quatre continued to cry out his lover's name, even slamming backward with every thrust inside of him to make sure Trowa hit his spot every time. "Oh Trowa! Yeah!" Quatre yelled, digging his nails into the pillow.
"Tell me you love me," Trowa panted.
"I love you! I love you Trowa!" Quatre cried out.
"Cum with me," Trowa requested, using his right hand to reach under Quatre to stroke him. They both started shaking, rapidly approaching a high neither of them had ever felt before. "Cum with me Quatre," Trowa whispered.
"Trowa!" Quatre called out, something shattering inside of him. His vision went white. His orgasm was the most mind blowing he had ever experienced. It was the same for Trowa who called Quatre's name just seconds later. The blonde had become almost impossibly tight and he could no longer hold on. He came deep inside his lover, collapsing on top of the heated boy. They were both breathing heavy. Trowa moved to pull out, and roll on to his back so he wasn't crushing Quatre with dead weight.
"You were amazing," Trowa whispered, vision still a little hazy. Quatre tried to laugh but wasn't able to. He let out a small exasperated noise instead. He rolled over to snuggle up to Trowa. He let his eyes close and placed light kisses on Trowa's chest. Trowa wrapped an arm around him.
"I would say you succeeded," Quatre murmured.
"Good, because I don't know how much more convincing I have left in me," Trowa joked. Quatre giggled.
"Maybe later on you could convince me a little more?" Quatre murmured, nibbling on Trowa's earlobe.
"Maybe later you can try it out," Trowa said raising his eyebrows. He smirked at the blush that crept across Quatre's face.
"Do you want me to?" Quatre asked, refusing to make eye contact.
"Of course I do. I want you to make me yours as well," Trowa said, moving into Quatre's view. Quatre finally met his gaze and Trowa kissed him. The only thing that could've ruined the moment was the insistent knocking at the front door. Trowa groaned, clinging to Quatre so he couldn't get out of bed.
"Trowa, someone's at the door," Quatre said, laughing at the brunette.
"No! They'll go away. Stay with me," he pleaded childishly. Quatre managed to get out of bed after some fighting with Trowa's grip on him. He put on his boxers and put Trowa's shirt on again, button only two buttons. Trowa hurriedly put on a tank top and boxers and followed after him. Quatre ran from him, quickly flinging the front door open. He smiled at the girl that stood there, but she wasn't looking at him. She was looking past him. He followed her gaze to Trowa who had frozen, jaw hanging open.
"Trowa," she said softly, tears welling in her eyes.
"Catherine!" he shouted, running forward to hug his sister.