fic ♦ polychromatic ♦ Take Care
Title: Take Care
Fandom: Gundam 00
Pairing: Setsuna/Lockon
Game: polychromatic
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: "Setsuna decides to play the big brother figure"
Warnings: Nothing unless you count sex with the City!dead of polychromatic as necrophilia. :| Also, Setsuna's bad dialogue.
Wordcount: 2,799
Notes: For the Poly Kink Meme. Contains Setsuna's inner Marina being a yaoi fangirl. Kind of hurt/comfort if you want to read it that way?
Lockon was larger and stronger by sheer body mass, but Setsuna was quicker--both by nature and by the rules of the City--and he knew how to use the weight he had better. Besides, after four years, Lockon wasn't very much larger.
With Setsuna's shoulder striking between his ribs and Setsuna's foot sneaking behind one ankle to trip him, Lockon landed flat on his back on the bed. Setsuna automatically readied himself to gauge how badly winded he was by the time it took for him to get his breath back and how much he'd exerted himself by how hard he gasped for breath in the aftermath. It took him a long moment of stillness from Lockon to realize neither was going to happen.
When Lockon finally did draw breath, after several seconds of startled, motionless staring, it was only to speak. "You're still in shape, Setsuna!" he said. "Don't worry, I didn't expect anything less. But you didn't need to do that."
"You're already injured," Setsuna said. "Remain in your bed until further notice, or until midnight passes."
Lockon pushed himself up into a sitting position and lifted a careful hand to his head. "I've been through this curse before, so I know what I can handle during it. I'll stay home from work, but let me take care of the housework. It's still messy around here from Saturday's curse."
Setsuna was silent for a moment, watching Lockon's bandaged face, wondering if he could learn anything from the expression on it. The last time this curse had happened, it had not occurred to him to read past the warm and slightly apologetic smile. Now he wondered if he could find any clue behind it to tell him why Lockon still resisted their efforts to care for and protect him, just as he had when that injury was new the first time.
Setsuna looked down at his hands at the memory. He knew now that there was no way of making up for that loss, but that only made him more determined not to let it happen again. He looked up again. "Remain in your bed," he repeated. "I will take care of you until the curse is over."
Sighing, Lockon started to get up from the bed. "Setsuna, this isn't--"
Setsuna stopped him with a hand planted on his chest. He started to push him backwards again onto the bed, but something stopped him.
Marina's voice in his head: Push him down, and he'll get up again, Setsuna. He knows how to respond to violence. In the end that was all he ever knew, wasn't it? Fight people, or protect them. You know something else. Show him, Setsuna.
Lockon was already starting to nudge his hand away and head for the door. Setsuna didn't have time to think it through. He grabbed Lockon's collar, pulled him forcefully down, and kissed him.
Lockon kissed back. Setsuna understood enough to know that was instinct. That when Lockon was kissed, it was in his nature to kiss back as thoughtfully and thoroughly as possible. But in a moment he would recover enough to draw back, and Setsuna would need a new plan.
He didn't pull away. Instead he slipped his hands around Setsuna's face, held him in place there. "Setsuna." He was still close enough that Setsuna could feel his lips moving as he spoke. "If that's how far you go, it's all right. You don't have to go further. I'll stay in bed for a while. You really want to protect me now, huh?"
But he didn't take his hands away, and Setsuna wondered how soft they were beneath the gloves. He said, "Yes. But there is another thing."
"Huh?" Lockon's mouth stayed a little open. He hadn't backed off.
"...I want you to feel something more, Lockon Stratos," Setsuna said. "Through understanding, I will show you a better feeling."
"What do you--"
Setsuna grabbed the back of Lockon's head, careful not to disturb the bandages, and closed the minute space between the two of them once more. This time he took advantage of the ensuing open-mouthed surprise and touched his tongue to the tip of Lockon's teeth. Then he stopped, not sure what else to do. Everything he knew of kissing and what came after it came from jokes he hadn't laughed at and gossip he'd ignored.
Lockon took the opportunity to take over, venturing to press his tongue up against Setsuna's. Then he was dropping his hands to Setsuna's waist, preparing to regain control of the situation and become the guide once more.
This time Setsuna didn't hesitate to push him. Before Lockon could even react to the shove, Setsuna threw himself against him and bore them both down to the bed. It was a move he'd been eager to learn for fighting when he was finally big enough to use his weight that way, but now he used it as carefully as he could to avoid aggravating the injury.
"...Setsuna." Now Lockon was breathing, slow and hard. "What have you been getting up to in the past four years?"
Setsuna took a moment to parse the implications of that question. Then he said, "Nothing." He stayed on top of Lockon, kept his head safely propped up on the pillow while he kissed his throat, following his own path past where the pulse should have been until he reached the collarbone. "I am improvising."
Lockon slipped a hand around his head and stroked the nape of his neck. "Keep up the good work! I can tell you're a beginner, but you're the enthusiastic sort of beginner, and that's the best kind."
Reminded by the new touch, Setsuna sat up, still straddling Lockon. "There's something else," he said.
"Hey, hey, don't take it wrong." Lockon's voice was a little less even than Setsuna was used to. He wondered if that meant he was doing it wrong, or maybe doing it right. In either case, he would have no choice but to press onwards. "I like this sort of thing better with beginners than experts in the first place, so you should keep going."
He was doing it right. "Hold out your hands," Setsuna ordered. When Lockon obliged, Setsuna took them in his hands and leaned back to start pulling the gloves off.
He paused for a moment as he shifted position. There was new information from the part of his brain that was always--save when he was at the controls of his Gundam and had better use for all his thoughts--mapping his surroundings for changes that could mean danger or advantage. Where before he had noticed nothing particularly noticeable about the state of Lockon's pants, now the small of his back rested against a rising hardness. Ah. Confirmation: he was doing it right after all. But he wasn't sure whether it was satisfaction in his accomplishment or the touch itself that sent an unfamiliar and unobjectionable feeling running up his spine.
Setsuna set the gloves down at the edge of the bed and leaned forward again, stretching out on top of Lockon, returning to the right position to kiss him. This time he went forward with a little more certainty. As he tugged curiously at Lockon's lower lip with teeth and tongue, he let a newly-discovered impulse carry him into another gesture. Setsuna rolled his hips forward, pushing against Lockon awkwardly at first, then--when he had assured himself that the surprised little noise the move pulled out of Lockon was an expression of pleasure--more easily and freely.
By the fourth such thrust he wasn't sure if Lockon could become any more erect, but he kept going to be certain, and because the feelings it roused in him were fascinatingly intense. Even though it was so early, he started to lose count. Then suddenly Lockon was pushing him up and away, fingers digging into his shoulder as he held on very tightly. "Setsuna."
"Lockon. Should I stop?"
"What? No!" Lockon loosened his grip and lifted his hand to touch Setsuna's cheek instead. He smiled earnestly, and for a moment his fingers didn't feel so cool against Setsuna's face. "I was just going to say, now is a good time to take off your pants."
"Why?" Setsuna said. "I'll remove them when I'm uncomfortable." He wasn't yet, although it was getting close. He reached for the buttons of Lockon's pants instead. "Lockon, should I remove yours now?"
"Huh? Hey, wait!" Lockon figured out what he meant a few seconds after Setsuna had undone the first button. "You should let me do you first, Setsuna."
"No," Setsuna said. He saw no need to waste breath on further arguments, so he rolled swiftly off Lockon's body and finished undoing his pants. He pulled them down underwear and all in one fierce movement.
It occurred to him then that he'd never seen someone else's erect cock before, and he had no idea what would be considered a normal size. Presumably, this was fairly large; it was Lockon, after all. He had no reason to revise some opinions.
Lockon regained himself enough to start to sit up in protest. Undeterred, Setsuna pushed him back to the bed and, before Lockon could try again, leaned over and pulled half the length of him into his mouth.
Lockon yelped. "Setsuna, that's not fair! You..." He trailed off into a tense sigh as Setsuna readjusted his depth, decided he'd gone too far to start with, pulled back to the head, and started stroking his tongue along it. "Ah, all right, you win. After I'm done, stay here and let me demonstrate some more advanced techniques. Got it?"
Setsuna reached down to loosen his own pants; the pressure had just gone from uncomfortable to intolerable, faster than he'd expected. "Mm," he assented. He lowered his head a little again, trying to find a middle ground, his teeth just barely touching Lockon as he did so.
Lockon still lay tensed up beneath him, hands digging into the bed, shifting position only minutely. He arched his back just a little, pushing further into Setsuna's mouth by the same amount.
Setsuna realized what was going on: Lockon was restraining himself. He stopped, not sure how to react, other than with a sudden sense of pride that he could make Lockon feel strongly enough to want to restrain himself. He didn't want to draw back so he could tell Lockon to stop. The weight and shape of him against his tongue was too pleasing, and he hadn't settled on the right motions just yet.
So he intensified his own efforts, and after a few moments Lockon shivered, then thrust up harder than before. If Setsuna hadn't been expecting it, he knew he would have recoiled or gagged. As it was, he only pulled back a little to give his gag reflex time to adjust.
There were several more cycles of this, with Lockon loosening up a little more easily each time, until finally he let go of the sheets of the bed. His hands came to rest on Setsuna's shoulders instead. "Setsuna...you really haven't done this before?"
Setsuna wasn't sure where the surprise in Lockon's voice came from. He didn't think his technique was that good. He was having trouble settling on a rhythm, and sometimes he'd stop for several seconds at a time as Lockon breathed (he was doing so consistently now) just to feel the way his cock shifted slightly against his tongue and lips. His own hands had drifted to Lockon's stomach a few minutes ago (elbows splayed out to the side, supporting his weight, so he wouldn't put too much pressure on Lockon) and hadn't moved since. Setsuna knew there was probably more he could be doing with them.
Lockon must have sensed his dubiousness. Voice softening, he said, "Maybe I'm unfairly biased." Through the gentleness there, Setsuna could hear a new urgency, and he redoubled his efforts, taking most of Lockon's length into his mouth with only a faint flinch at the next thrust.
Lockon lifted his hands from Setsuna's shoulders. One trailed fingers along his jaw, stroked a thumb up to his ear; Setsuna wondered at how soft it was, had a moment of surprising trouble imagining those fingers pulling the trigger of a rifle as he knew they'd done so much more often than this. But then, they hadn't been bare then.
After a moment, Lockon's other hand came to rest in Setsuna's hair. It was an oddly familiar touch in such a new situation, and a new ache of desire ran through Setsuna, from the tip of his tongue to the head of his cock. Spurred on, he shifted position again, picking his hands up at last and slipping them around Lockon's body to hold him fast from below, pushing him as far as possible into his mouth and removing the need for any caution in those thrusts.
What had been breaths before became sighs, then gasps, then finally one soft low moan. Lockon arched up into him one last time, shuddering with release. "Setsuna--!"
It seemed like a strange time to say his name; Setsuna wondered if that was normal. Lockon would know. He'd ask later. For now, he swallowed a few times, which at least seemed sensible, lifted his head, and sat up.
Lockon wasted no time. He grabbed Setsuna by the arm and pulled him in for an eager kiss. Too eager; Setsuna pulled back in alarm and examined the bandages again with a critical eye. "You are still hurt. Don't strain yourself."
Lockon laughed, managing to sound breathless even without the need for breath. "I'll be all right. You're not getting up until you've gotten off."
Setsuna felt vaguely as if he should object to this, as the one who needed to be responsible here, but Lockon was pulling his pants down past his hips and Setsuna couldn't think very well. It had been a good idea not to do anything like this for so long; how could he trust himself to become Gundam when he could have these feelings?
Lockon put his hands on Setsuna's hips and started to guide him into position. Setsuna frowned, not wanting to give over control now, but it was only sensible: even if here and now he should follow orders, Lockon did have more experience. He yielded, moving as prompted until he knelt straddling Lockon's chest.
"Ready, Setsuna?"
"...Yes."
Lockon set one hand high on Setsuna's thigh and grasped his cock in the other, then enveloped the upper half with his mouth.
The feeling was as overwhelming as Setsuna had thought it might be. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to steady himself in the face of that kind of sensation. He managed to keep from crying out, but only just, and he couldn't quite keep himself still.
He started to brace his hands against the pillows to support himself, but after a few seconds he changed his mind and instead slipped his fingers into the soft mess of Lockon's hair. The reversal was strangely satisfying, after all the times Lockon had taken the opportunity to scruff or ruffle or play with his hair.
Without even thinking about it, he began to push deeper into Lockon's mouth. When he realized what he was doing, Setsuna checked himself. Lockon paused, looking faintly amused, then pulled most of the rest of Setsuna's length past his lips and drew on it hard.
This time Setsuna did cry out, but with short, sharp noises instead of the more sociable words and name Lockon had used. He tried to catch his breath, but then Lockon's hands were in motion, stroking patterns into places Setsuna had never thought of letting anyone touch.
Setsuna gave up. He could go back to keeping watch over Lockon for as long as they were here after this was over. For now, he yielded to those insistent touches. This time he did find a rhythm somewhere between his own swift thrusts and the motion of Lockon's hands and mouth.
When he came, Setsuna thought he might have pulled Lockon's hair a little, but Lockon did not object.
He lay next to Lockon for a long stretch of time after, holding him tucked protectively against his chest. For once, Lockon didn't protest.
Finally, Setsuna finished remembering how to breathe, move, and do other things that didn't involve holding Lockon. He let go, slowly, and got back to his feet.
Lockon turned a little to watch him as he refastened his pants. "Can you trust me to stay in bed now, Setsuna?"
Setsuna tugged his shirt down, smoothing it back into place again. "For a short time longer." He headed for the door. "I'll send Tieria in later."
Fandom: Gundam 00
Pairing: Setsuna/Lockon
Game: polychromatic
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: "Setsuna decides to play the big brother figure"
Warnings: Nothing unless you count sex with the City!dead of polychromatic as necrophilia. :| Also, Setsuna's bad dialogue.
Wordcount: 2,799
Notes: For the Poly Kink Meme. Contains Setsuna's inner Marina being a yaoi fangirl. Kind of hurt/comfort if you want to read it that way?
Lockon was larger and stronger by sheer body mass, but Setsuna was quicker--both by nature and by the rules of the City--and he knew how to use the weight he had better. Besides, after four years, Lockon wasn't very much larger.
With Setsuna's shoulder striking between his ribs and Setsuna's foot sneaking behind one ankle to trip him, Lockon landed flat on his back on the bed. Setsuna automatically readied himself to gauge how badly winded he was by the time it took for him to get his breath back and how much he'd exerted himself by how hard he gasped for breath in the aftermath. It took him a long moment of stillness from Lockon to realize neither was going to happen.
When Lockon finally did draw breath, after several seconds of startled, motionless staring, it was only to speak. "You're still in shape, Setsuna!" he said. "Don't worry, I didn't expect anything less. But you didn't need to do that."
"You're already injured," Setsuna said. "Remain in your bed until further notice, or until midnight passes."
Lockon pushed himself up into a sitting position and lifted a careful hand to his head. "I've been through this curse before, so I know what I can handle during it. I'll stay home from work, but let me take care of the housework. It's still messy around here from Saturday's curse."
Setsuna was silent for a moment, watching Lockon's bandaged face, wondering if he could learn anything from the expression on it. The last time this curse had happened, it had not occurred to him to read past the warm and slightly apologetic smile. Now he wondered if he could find any clue behind it to tell him why Lockon still resisted their efforts to care for and protect him, just as he had when that injury was new the first time.
Setsuna looked down at his hands at the memory. He knew now that there was no way of making up for that loss, but that only made him more determined not to let it happen again. He looked up again. "Remain in your bed," he repeated. "I will take care of you until the curse is over."
Sighing, Lockon started to get up from the bed. "Setsuna, this isn't--"
Setsuna stopped him with a hand planted on his chest. He started to push him backwards again onto the bed, but something stopped him.
Marina's voice in his head: Push him down, and he'll get up again, Setsuna. He knows how to respond to violence. In the end that was all he ever knew, wasn't it? Fight people, or protect them. You know something else. Show him, Setsuna.
Lockon was already starting to nudge his hand away and head for the door. Setsuna didn't have time to think it through. He grabbed Lockon's collar, pulled him forcefully down, and kissed him.
Lockon kissed back. Setsuna understood enough to know that was instinct. That when Lockon was kissed, it was in his nature to kiss back as thoughtfully and thoroughly as possible. But in a moment he would recover enough to draw back, and Setsuna would need a new plan.
He didn't pull away. Instead he slipped his hands around Setsuna's face, held him in place there. "Setsuna." He was still close enough that Setsuna could feel his lips moving as he spoke. "If that's how far you go, it's all right. You don't have to go further. I'll stay in bed for a while. You really want to protect me now, huh?"
But he didn't take his hands away, and Setsuna wondered how soft they were beneath the gloves. He said, "Yes. But there is another thing."
"Huh?" Lockon's mouth stayed a little open. He hadn't backed off.
"...I want you to feel something more, Lockon Stratos," Setsuna said. "Through understanding, I will show you a better feeling."
"What do you--"
Setsuna grabbed the back of Lockon's head, careful not to disturb the bandages, and closed the minute space between the two of them once more. This time he took advantage of the ensuing open-mouthed surprise and touched his tongue to the tip of Lockon's teeth. Then he stopped, not sure what else to do. Everything he knew of kissing and what came after it came from jokes he hadn't laughed at and gossip he'd ignored.
Lockon took the opportunity to take over, venturing to press his tongue up against Setsuna's. Then he was dropping his hands to Setsuna's waist, preparing to regain control of the situation and become the guide once more.
This time Setsuna didn't hesitate to push him. Before Lockon could even react to the shove, Setsuna threw himself against him and bore them both down to the bed. It was a move he'd been eager to learn for fighting when he was finally big enough to use his weight that way, but now he used it as carefully as he could to avoid aggravating the injury.
"...Setsuna." Now Lockon was breathing, slow and hard. "What have you been getting up to in the past four years?"
Setsuna took a moment to parse the implications of that question. Then he said, "Nothing." He stayed on top of Lockon, kept his head safely propped up on the pillow while he kissed his throat, following his own path past where the pulse should have been until he reached the collarbone. "I am improvising."
Lockon slipped a hand around his head and stroked the nape of his neck. "Keep up the good work! I can tell you're a beginner, but you're the enthusiastic sort of beginner, and that's the best kind."
Reminded by the new touch, Setsuna sat up, still straddling Lockon. "There's something else," he said.
"Hey, hey, don't take it wrong." Lockon's voice was a little less even than Setsuna was used to. He wondered if that meant he was doing it wrong, or maybe doing it right. In either case, he would have no choice but to press onwards. "I like this sort of thing better with beginners than experts in the first place, so you should keep going."
He was doing it right. "Hold out your hands," Setsuna ordered. When Lockon obliged, Setsuna took them in his hands and leaned back to start pulling the gloves off.
He paused for a moment as he shifted position. There was new information from the part of his brain that was always--save when he was at the controls of his Gundam and had better use for all his thoughts--mapping his surroundings for changes that could mean danger or advantage. Where before he had noticed nothing particularly noticeable about the state of Lockon's pants, now the small of his back rested against a rising hardness. Ah. Confirmation: he was doing it right after all. But he wasn't sure whether it was satisfaction in his accomplishment or the touch itself that sent an unfamiliar and unobjectionable feeling running up his spine.
Setsuna set the gloves down at the edge of the bed and leaned forward again, stretching out on top of Lockon, returning to the right position to kiss him. This time he went forward with a little more certainty. As he tugged curiously at Lockon's lower lip with teeth and tongue, he let a newly-discovered impulse carry him into another gesture. Setsuna rolled his hips forward, pushing against Lockon awkwardly at first, then--when he had assured himself that the surprised little noise the move pulled out of Lockon was an expression of pleasure--more easily and freely.
By the fourth such thrust he wasn't sure if Lockon could become any more erect, but he kept going to be certain, and because the feelings it roused in him were fascinatingly intense. Even though it was so early, he started to lose count. Then suddenly Lockon was pushing him up and away, fingers digging into his shoulder as he held on very tightly. "Setsuna."
"Lockon. Should I stop?"
"What? No!" Lockon loosened his grip and lifted his hand to touch Setsuna's cheek instead. He smiled earnestly, and for a moment his fingers didn't feel so cool against Setsuna's face. "I was just going to say, now is a good time to take off your pants."
"Why?" Setsuna said. "I'll remove them when I'm uncomfortable." He wasn't yet, although it was getting close. He reached for the buttons of Lockon's pants instead. "Lockon, should I remove yours now?"
"Huh? Hey, wait!" Lockon figured out what he meant a few seconds after Setsuna had undone the first button. "You should let me do you first, Setsuna."
"No," Setsuna said. He saw no need to waste breath on further arguments, so he rolled swiftly off Lockon's body and finished undoing his pants. He pulled them down underwear and all in one fierce movement.
It occurred to him then that he'd never seen someone else's erect cock before, and he had no idea what would be considered a normal size. Presumably, this was fairly large; it was Lockon, after all. He had no reason to revise some opinions.
Lockon regained himself enough to start to sit up in protest. Undeterred, Setsuna pushed him back to the bed and, before Lockon could try again, leaned over and pulled half the length of him into his mouth.
Lockon yelped. "Setsuna, that's not fair! You..." He trailed off into a tense sigh as Setsuna readjusted his depth, decided he'd gone too far to start with, pulled back to the head, and started stroking his tongue along it. "Ah, all right, you win. After I'm done, stay here and let me demonstrate some more advanced techniques. Got it?"
Setsuna reached down to loosen his own pants; the pressure had just gone from uncomfortable to intolerable, faster than he'd expected. "Mm," he assented. He lowered his head a little again, trying to find a middle ground, his teeth just barely touching Lockon as he did so.
Lockon still lay tensed up beneath him, hands digging into the bed, shifting position only minutely. He arched his back just a little, pushing further into Setsuna's mouth by the same amount.
Setsuna realized what was going on: Lockon was restraining himself. He stopped, not sure how to react, other than with a sudden sense of pride that he could make Lockon feel strongly enough to want to restrain himself. He didn't want to draw back so he could tell Lockon to stop. The weight and shape of him against his tongue was too pleasing, and he hadn't settled on the right motions just yet.
So he intensified his own efforts, and after a few moments Lockon shivered, then thrust up harder than before. If Setsuna hadn't been expecting it, he knew he would have recoiled or gagged. As it was, he only pulled back a little to give his gag reflex time to adjust.
There were several more cycles of this, with Lockon loosening up a little more easily each time, until finally he let go of the sheets of the bed. His hands came to rest on Setsuna's shoulders instead. "Setsuna...you really haven't done this before?"
Setsuna wasn't sure where the surprise in Lockon's voice came from. He didn't think his technique was that good. He was having trouble settling on a rhythm, and sometimes he'd stop for several seconds at a time as Lockon breathed (he was doing so consistently now) just to feel the way his cock shifted slightly against his tongue and lips. His own hands had drifted to Lockon's stomach a few minutes ago (elbows splayed out to the side, supporting his weight, so he wouldn't put too much pressure on Lockon) and hadn't moved since. Setsuna knew there was probably more he could be doing with them.
Lockon must have sensed his dubiousness. Voice softening, he said, "Maybe I'm unfairly biased." Through the gentleness there, Setsuna could hear a new urgency, and he redoubled his efforts, taking most of Lockon's length into his mouth with only a faint flinch at the next thrust.
Lockon lifted his hands from Setsuna's shoulders. One trailed fingers along his jaw, stroked a thumb up to his ear; Setsuna wondered at how soft it was, had a moment of surprising trouble imagining those fingers pulling the trigger of a rifle as he knew they'd done so much more often than this. But then, they hadn't been bare then.
After a moment, Lockon's other hand came to rest in Setsuna's hair. It was an oddly familiar touch in such a new situation, and a new ache of desire ran through Setsuna, from the tip of his tongue to the head of his cock. Spurred on, he shifted position again, picking his hands up at last and slipping them around Lockon's body to hold him fast from below, pushing him as far as possible into his mouth and removing the need for any caution in those thrusts.
What had been breaths before became sighs, then gasps, then finally one soft low moan. Lockon arched up into him one last time, shuddering with release. "Setsuna--!"
It seemed like a strange time to say his name; Setsuna wondered if that was normal. Lockon would know. He'd ask later. For now, he swallowed a few times, which at least seemed sensible, lifted his head, and sat up.
Lockon wasted no time. He grabbed Setsuna by the arm and pulled him in for an eager kiss. Too eager; Setsuna pulled back in alarm and examined the bandages again with a critical eye. "You are still hurt. Don't strain yourself."
Lockon laughed, managing to sound breathless even without the need for breath. "I'll be all right. You're not getting up until you've gotten off."
Setsuna felt vaguely as if he should object to this, as the one who needed to be responsible here, but Lockon was pulling his pants down past his hips and Setsuna couldn't think very well. It had been a good idea not to do anything like this for so long; how could he trust himself to become Gundam when he could have these feelings?
Lockon put his hands on Setsuna's hips and started to guide him into position. Setsuna frowned, not wanting to give over control now, but it was only sensible: even if here and now he should follow orders, Lockon did have more experience. He yielded, moving as prompted until he knelt straddling Lockon's chest.
"Ready, Setsuna?"
"...Yes."
Lockon set one hand high on Setsuna's thigh and grasped his cock in the other, then enveloped the upper half with his mouth.
The feeling was as overwhelming as Setsuna had thought it might be. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to steady himself in the face of that kind of sensation. He managed to keep from crying out, but only just, and he couldn't quite keep himself still.
He started to brace his hands against the pillows to support himself, but after a few seconds he changed his mind and instead slipped his fingers into the soft mess of Lockon's hair. The reversal was strangely satisfying, after all the times Lockon had taken the opportunity to scruff or ruffle or play with his hair.
Without even thinking about it, he began to push deeper into Lockon's mouth. When he realized what he was doing, Setsuna checked himself. Lockon paused, looking faintly amused, then pulled most of the rest of Setsuna's length past his lips and drew on it hard.
This time Setsuna did cry out, but with short, sharp noises instead of the more sociable words and name Lockon had used. He tried to catch his breath, but then Lockon's hands were in motion, stroking patterns into places Setsuna had never thought of letting anyone touch.
Setsuna gave up. He could go back to keeping watch over Lockon for as long as they were here after this was over. For now, he yielded to those insistent touches. This time he did find a rhythm somewhere between his own swift thrusts and the motion of Lockon's hands and mouth.
When he came, Setsuna thought he might have pulled Lockon's hair a little, but Lockon did not object.
He lay next to Lockon for a long stretch of time after, holding him tucked protectively against his chest. For once, Lockon didn't protest.
Finally, Setsuna finished remembering how to breathe, move, and do other things that didn't involve holding Lockon. He let go, slowly, and got back to his feet.
Lockon turned a little to watch him as he refastened his pants. "Can you trust me to stay in bed now, Setsuna?"
Setsuna tugged his shirt down, smoothing it back into place again. "For a short time longer." He headed for the door. "I'll send Tieria in later."