[Behind the Curtain] Trowa and Quatre - lemon, NC17, NOT worksafe
This Behind the Curtain was inspired by this fic:
http://www.livejournal.com/community/millicent_ellen/1716.html?#cutid1
*smiles* Thank you, Ruth.
Behind the Curtain - Trowa and Quatre - lemon, NC17, NOT worksafe.
Trowa: *smirks*
Quatre: You ARE a shit. I didn't need a chess game to confirm what I already knew
Trowa: *leans closer and whispers* I can confirm it in other ways...
Quatre: *grins* Really? *softly* You know I wouldn't say no if you wanted to.
Trowa: *leans back* *shrugs* Maybe another day. I can't be a shit all the time or I would become predictable
Quatre: You, my love, are anything but predictable. *slowly licks my lips* *shrugs* Up to you.
Trowa: *pretends to yawn, knowing my t-shirt would lift and show some skin* I have to keep my edge.
Quatre: *Swallows* There is nothing wrong with your edge and I can think of places I'd rather put it, but if you'd prefer to keep it....
Trowa: *stretches my neck* *licks my lips* I have more will power than that, Quatre. *smirks*
Quatre: *dryly* I hadn't noticed. *Moves closer, letting my hand rest casually on your leg* So what would it take to lessen that will power?
Trowa: *looks at your hand* are you putting yourself at my disposal?
Quatre: I might be. That depends on what you define as 'your disposal* *moves my hand up your leg*
Trowa: *bites my lower lip slightly* Tell me what you want.
Quatre: *leans forward and traces your lips with my tongue* [ You.]
Trowa: *parts my lips slightly* [You already own me.]
Quatre: *slides my tongue into your mouth and kisses you slowly* [ I don't own you. You are your own man, but I want you.] *slides my hands into your hair, pulling you closer* [ I love you]
Trowa: *brushes your tongue softly with my lips* [You have me, all of me, all my love]
Quatre: *shivers* *looks up at you, meeting your eyes* *smiles through the kiss* [ And you have all of me. Whatever part you want, it's yours] *slides my hands down, tracing the outline of your waistband*
Trowa: *parts the kiss softly* I want all of you, I've always had. *runs my fingers through your hair* *smiles* And I'll give you whatever you want. *kisses your lips softly and moves my hands back, grasping them behind my back* I'm yours.
Quatre: *moans quietly* *leans into your touch* *Swallows again* *takes a step closer* *undoes your shirt and pulls it out of your jeans, letting it fall from your shoulder* God, you're beautiful. *pause* Mine.
Trowa: *keeps my eyes fixed on yours and my hands back* Yours.
Quatre: *undoes my own shirt with shaky hands, never taking my eyes off you* *Pulls it free from my trousers and lets it fall to the ground with yours* *kisses you again* [ Yours]
Trowa: *returns the kiss* *wants to touch you but keeps my hands back waiting for your next move*
Quatre: *knows you're giving yourself to me fully* *blinks the tears from my eyes* *undoes your jeans, sliding them to pool at your feet* *drops into a crouch and mouths your cock through your boxers*
Trowa: *shivers* *lowers my head to look at you, your hair* *bites my lip and stands still, not giving into the urge to move my hips forward*
Quatre: *takes your boxers down slowly, stopping to look at you* *smiles at you* I love you, Trowa. *bends my head again and twirls my tongue around the tip of your cock, taking it into my mouth and suckling on it*
Trowa: *gasps* *projects love* *closes eyes, shutting one sense to keep some degree of control* *bites lips again to stay still, fingers holding tightly to my wrists behind my back*
Quatre: *lets go of your cock* *steps back, undoes my own trousers, pulling them and my boxers down* [ Touch me. Please]
Trowa: *opens my eyes* *watches you* [wonderful] *moves my hands slowly, reaching out to touch you; first your stomach, the define muscles, the navel; then your hip bones, letting my fingers cares slowly the edges of your ass* *keeps one hand there and then moves the other to your groin, touching your balls and trailing your cock with just my index finger before closing my hand around it and giving it lazy, slow, strokes*
Quatre: *gasps and thrusts into your hand* *mimics your actions with my own hands, touching you in the same order you've touched me, keeping my touch light, barely brushing your skin, until I get to your cock* *strokes it slowly, matching your rhythm* *leans over and kisses you tenderly* *Projects love and desire*
Trowa: *leans head back and pants* *moves my hand faster and faster* *bites lip harder, trying not to push into your hand but my hips move, once twice before I can stop* *grunts*
Quatre: *breathing speeds up, your reaction fuelling my own needs and desire* *keeps stroking you with one hand, my other hand caressing your chest, twirling your right nipple between my fingers* *breaks the kiss and nibbles along down your neck*
Trowa: *holds onto your butt with one hand, while stroking faster with the other. *leans my head to the side, granting you access to my neck* *curls my toes* *pants* *is close, so very close*
Quatre: *Keeps nibbling on your neck* *can feel the heat growing in my groin* *starts stroking you faster, thrusting into your hand* *bites down on your neck hard as I come* Trowa!
Trowa: *Gives in and thrust into your hand* *feels your pleasure* Shit! *comes into your hand* *pants* Love... *pants* you
Quatre: Love you. *takes a breath* Too. *sways as my legs give way* *Holds onto you tightly* *looks at your neck* *blushes as I see the mark I've left*
Trowa: *puts my arms around your waist and lowers us both to the floor* That was wonderful.
Quatre: *Smiles at you* Yes, it was. *touches your lips softly with my fingers* *rests my head on your shoulder*
Trowa: *kisses your fingers* keeps holding you* *smiles*
Quatre: *quietly* I could lay in your arms forever. You and Kev make me feel so complete.
Trowa: Then forever it is...
http://www.livejournal.com/community/millicent_ellen/1716.html?#cutid1
*smiles* Thank you, Ruth.
Behind the Curtain - Trowa and Quatre - lemon, NC17, NOT worksafe.
Trowa: *smirks*
Quatre: You ARE a shit. I didn't need a chess game to confirm what I already knew
Trowa: *leans closer and whispers* I can confirm it in other ways...
Quatre: *grins* Really? *softly* You know I wouldn't say no if you wanted to.
Trowa: *leans back* *shrugs* Maybe another day. I can't be a shit all the time or I would become predictable
Quatre: You, my love, are anything but predictable. *slowly licks my lips* *shrugs* Up to you.
Trowa: *pretends to yawn, knowing my t-shirt would lift and show some skin* I have to keep my edge.
Quatre: *Swallows* There is nothing wrong with your edge and I can think of places I'd rather put it, but if you'd prefer to keep it....
Trowa: *stretches my neck* *licks my lips* I have more will power than that, Quatre. *smirks*
Quatre: *dryly* I hadn't noticed. *Moves closer, letting my hand rest casually on your leg* So what would it take to lessen that will power?
Trowa: *looks at your hand* are you putting yourself at my disposal?
Quatre: I might be. That depends on what you define as 'your disposal* *moves my hand up your leg*
Trowa: *bites my lower lip slightly* Tell me what you want.
Quatre: *leans forward and traces your lips with my tongue* [ You.]
Trowa: *parts my lips slightly* [You already own me.]
Quatre: *slides my tongue into your mouth and kisses you slowly* [ I don't own you. You are your own man, but I want you.] *slides my hands into your hair, pulling you closer* [ I love you]
Trowa: *brushes your tongue softly with my lips* [You have me, all of me, all my love]
Quatre: *shivers* *looks up at you, meeting your eyes* *smiles through the kiss* [ And you have all of me. Whatever part you want, it's yours] *slides my hands down, tracing the outline of your waistband*
Trowa: *parts the kiss softly* I want all of you, I've always had. *runs my fingers through your hair* *smiles* And I'll give you whatever you want. *kisses your lips softly and moves my hands back, grasping them behind my back* I'm yours.
Quatre: *moans quietly* *leans into your touch* *Swallows again* *takes a step closer* *undoes your shirt and pulls it out of your jeans, letting it fall from your shoulder* God, you're beautiful. *pause* Mine.
Trowa: *keeps my eyes fixed on yours and my hands back* Yours.
Quatre: *undoes my own shirt with shaky hands, never taking my eyes off you* *Pulls it free from my trousers and lets it fall to the ground with yours* *kisses you again* [ Yours]
Trowa: *returns the kiss* *wants to touch you but keeps my hands back waiting for your next move*
Quatre: *knows you're giving yourself to me fully* *blinks the tears from my eyes* *undoes your jeans, sliding them to pool at your feet* *drops into a crouch and mouths your cock through your boxers*
Trowa: *shivers* *lowers my head to look at you, your hair* *bites my lip and stands still, not giving into the urge to move my hips forward*
Quatre: *takes your boxers down slowly, stopping to look at you* *smiles at you* I love you, Trowa. *bends my head again and twirls my tongue around the tip of your cock, taking it into my mouth and suckling on it*
Trowa: *gasps* *projects love* *closes eyes, shutting one sense to keep some degree of control* *bites lips again to stay still, fingers holding tightly to my wrists behind my back*
Quatre: *lets go of your cock* *steps back, undoes my own trousers, pulling them and my boxers down* [ Touch me. Please]
Trowa: *opens my eyes* *watches you* [wonderful] *moves my hands slowly, reaching out to touch you; first your stomach, the define muscles, the navel; then your hip bones, letting my fingers cares slowly the edges of your ass* *keeps one hand there and then moves the other to your groin, touching your balls and trailing your cock with just my index finger before closing my hand around it and giving it lazy, slow, strokes*
Quatre: *gasps and thrusts into your hand* *mimics your actions with my own hands, touching you in the same order you've touched me, keeping my touch light, barely brushing your skin, until I get to your cock* *strokes it slowly, matching your rhythm* *leans over and kisses you tenderly* *Projects love and desire*
Trowa: *leans head back and pants* *moves my hand faster and faster* *bites lip harder, trying not to push into your hand but my hips move, once twice before I can stop* *grunts*
Quatre: *breathing speeds up, your reaction fuelling my own needs and desire* *keeps stroking you with one hand, my other hand caressing your chest, twirling your right nipple between my fingers* *breaks the kiss and nibbles along down your neck*
Trowa: *holds onto your butt with one hand, while stroking faster with the other. *leans my head to the side, granting you access to my neck* *curls my toes* *pants* *is close, so very close*
Quatre: *Keeps nibbling on your neck* *can feel the heat growing in my groin* *starts stroking you faster, thrusting into your hand* *bites down on your neck hard as I come* Trowa!
Trowa: *Gives in and thrust into your hand* *feels your pleasure* Shit! *comes into your hand* *pants* Love... *pants* you
Quatre: Love you. *takes a breath* Too. *sways as my legs give way* *Holds onto you tightly* *looks at your neck* *blushes as I see the mark I've left*
Trowa: *puts my arms around your waist and lowers us both to the floor* That was wonderful.
Quatre: *Smiles at you* Yes, it was. *touches your lips softly with my fingers* *rests my head on your shoulder*
Trowa: *kisses your fingers* keeps holding you* *smiles*
Quatre: *quietly* I could lay in your arms forever. You and Kev make me feel so complete.
Trowa: Then forever it is...