The door swung open beneath fumbling fingers, pushed in and slammed shut with the key left swinging in the doorway as they slammed it behind them. Trowa's arms wrapped around Quatre the moment they were past the barrier of their door, his lips meshing with Quatre's hard and sweet. He shivered, a soft moan passing his lips. "A-anou... we should turn on the music..."
Slender fingers groped down to twist and pull at Trowa's trousers, his hands a little rough. "God, it takes so much time!" he groaned. He managed to pull away despite his reluctance and slammed in the first CD his fingers managed to latch onto, setting it to repeat and turning to pounce Trowa, dropping him onto the bed.
The blush on Trowa's face spread as he tipped his head back, fingers roughly grabbing at Quatre's hair to pull his lips down against his throat. His voice was just barely audible above the music. "God.. I thought you were going to jump me by lunch!"
A thick purr echoed from Quatre's throat. "Was more fun to watch you squirm next to Heero with my foot in your lap!" With a quick nip at Trowa's jugular, he leaned down over the side of the bed, ruffling beneath it. His legs were still tangled with Trowa's as he muttered, "Bunny slippers... bunny slippers... where ARE they, dammit?! We've only got eleven minutes to quiet hours!!"
Trowa shivered and scrambled back as they teetered, almost tumbling off the bed, tearing at Quatre's clothes from where he lay, eye on the clock. "Nnn... fuck quiet hours!!"
The muffled alto of Quatre's voice was sullen as he continued to search for the damned slippers. "No, wanna fuck YOU! If Duo snitched the blessed... ah!" He jerked up the matched set of pretty blue bunny slippers and gave Trowa an evil grin. "I have you now!!" he murmured throatily.
The expression on Trowa's face was a mixture of confusion and irritation as he blinked almost audibly. "Bunny slippers?!"
Two blonde eyebrows wriggled suggestively. "Oh, they're much more than bunny slippers." An evil chuckle filtered loose as the bunny slippers were sent flying across the room and two pairs of handcuffs were snapped around Trowa's wrists, the opposite cuff to each being attached to the wooden headboard as Quatre smirked. "You're mine now...!" Trowa's visible green eye widened slightly and then half-closed to the singularly most seductive stare the boy could manage. His body stretched lithely as he wondered just how long it would take him to drive the blonde to attacking him!
As Quatre's face buried against his chest, Trowa felt a quick tug at his shirt and a button went flying across the room to skitter upon the floor. Oh, hell, Quatre was destroying his uniform! He didn't care, though, that quick skitter music in his ears. Nimble fingers pulled at Trowa's pants, fingers jerking as Quatre finally managed to get them off of him, his own state of dishabille obvious as the guitars ground up and the words rang out.
"I wanna fuck you like an animal! I wanna feel you from the inside!!"
A quick writhe of Trowa's body caught Quatre's attention as he gave Quatre the steamiest look he could manage and arched and ground up against the slender blonde temptingly, body lithely moving to the music. Quatre's naughty whisper belied his shining angelic face. "You wanna FUCK, Trowa? You want my cock in your ass, koi?"
The toss of Trowa's head was accompanied by a soft grunt of assent, his own length hard between their bellies, long limbs shivering with antici...
...pation.[1]
A quick twist of one of Trowa's nipples brought a gasp from as lips as Quatre dove between Trowa's thighs and shoved his knees up to his shoulders. "Say it!" Quatre demanded in honeyed tones. "Tell me what you want!"
Trowa groaned loudly, face flushed with heat and shuddering unreality and vague embarrassment as he managed to grind out, "Fuck me, dammit!" His eyes opened, blazing green, muscles cording as he pulled against his manacles. The grinding thrum of the music slammed into the beginning again, starting to repeat the second time as Quatre rocked his hips against Trowa's in rough rhythm, cock sliding between the lean cheeks of his rear. With one hand holding Trowa's leg, the other reached to pinch the second nipple ruthlessly as he drove home, rough and hard as he shoved to the root with a loud groan.
White teeth bit down on Trowa's lip tightly, unable to hold back the soft panting cries that were the cause and necessity of their joint CD collection as he tightened around Quatre, twisting beneath him. "Yesyesyesyesyes!" That endless cry drove Quatre to shift, grinding his hips hard against Trowa's ass, practically purring. His full length drove inside of his slender lover, hands gripping his thighs almost hard enough to bruise as his head tilted back with quick cries of pleasure and gasps for breath. Trowa's eyes slitted open and he lunged up, arms straining, to capture Quatre's lips roughly, kissing him hard enough to bruise. "Harder!"
A honeyed groan echoed in the room and Quatre snapped a deep thrust into that willing tight clasp, rocking to bottom out inside of Trowa finally, again, again, again, with driving force that brought loose hot eager cries that made him shudder in reaction. Trowa's head dropped back, sharp, open-mouthed cries wrenched from him as Quatre slammed into him, the tearing pain and pleasure mingled as with a high keen, his body locked and he came, semen covering both of their chests, one drop landing on his cheek as he whimpered softly.
A guttural choked noise of pleasure came from Quatre as that tight clasp shivered around him and he thrust again, a second time, a third, a last, before shooting thick wads of gooey seed deep into Trowa's bowels and dropping atop him with a low groan.
The shivering pants of Trowa's breath echoed in Quatre's ear as he rattled the chains with his attempt to wrap his arms around Quatre, burying his face in Quatre's neck instead. The smaller blonde boy purrred thickly in his chest and reached over to fumble on the nightstand for the remote control to the CD player, finally clicking it down to a livable (and less likely to cause hearing damage!) decibel, slumping against Trowa and panting. "One minute thirty seconds to go to quiet hours. Damn, we're good."
The responding groan made him shudder again. "Hnnnn... you're better than good, koi..." Trowa declared in a shivering voice.
Quatre's expression softened and glowed. "Glad you think so!" he declared brightly, twisting the handcuffs loose with the keys and hiding them in the bunny slippers again. "Ai shiteru, koibito."
A languid sound of pleasure echoed loose as Trowa wrapped his lean frame around his smaller lover, nuzzling into the warm crook of his neck. "Mmmm... nn... ai shiteru..." His eyes closed and he nibbled Quatre's neck sleepily as Quatre squirmed and managed to tug up his velour blanket over bare bodies, settling next to Trowa with a soft relieved sigh. "Ai shiteru," the Arabian whispered again. "Ai shiteru."
The End
Note:
[1] *snickers* Irresistible! Rocky Horror!
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