Quatre leans down and presses a kiss on Trowa’s neck before he kisses his way up his spouse’s throat and down again. Trowa gives a small content sigh in his sleep and shifts a little. Quatre laps at the skin gently and teasingly before his hand reaches inside of Trowa’s pajama and brushes his fingertips along the soft, firm skin underneath. His other hand busies itself with the unbuttoning of Trowa’s shirt.
"Mmm ... " Trowa’s eyelids flutter a little and he makes another sigh of contentment.
Quatre’s fingers start to brush against Trowa’s chest, back and forth over his nipple as his other hand finally succeeds in opening Trowa’s shirt. Quatre presses a kiss on Trowa’s shoulder and run his tongue lightly over the other nipple. Trowa gives a small moan in his sleep and nothing more. Quatre’s fingers close around Trowa’s nipple and pinches it slightly before it starts its rhythmic rubbing again. Quatre sees Trowa’s nipple hardening under his ministrations and decides that it’s time to give more attention to other parts of his spouse’s body.
While his tongue continues to taste and tease the hardening nipple, Quatre’s hand slowly wanders downward, passes the firm abdomen and reaches inside of the thin pajamas pants and explores. He rubs his spouse’s member slowly and firmly, making circular motion over the tip and down to its base before running his finger alongside the length.
Trowa’s eyes flutter open. "Quat-" He opens his mouth and is quickly silenced by Quatre’s kiss, so urgent and demanding. Quatre’s hand continues to tease him, over and over again, making him rock hard and aching for release. The other hand reaches under and cups his buttocks, kneading and squeezing the muscles there.
Quatre smiles upon seeing the silent plea in Trowa’s eyes, the image of Trowa writhing under him is turning him on so badly, making him so hot. Quatre wants to take him and feel him from the inside, but he holds back. The longer he waits, the better it feels when he gets to that final act of consummation. He takes off his clothes and throws it aside on the ground. It’s one of the most pleasurable thing in the world to do this, to make love with the one you truly love, one to whom you will devote the rest of your life.
Trowa arches up in frustration when he feels Quatre’s hand leaving his throbbing desire down there, he is getting so close to release. Then he feels Quatre’s finger, probing and searching for the small opening. Quatre slowly inches down Trowa’s body and takes a nip at the tip of his member. He grins when he sees Trowa jerking up in surprise. Surprises are good.
As he slowly pushes his finger inside, Quatre runs the tip of his tongue over the tip of Trowa’s member, lightly but enough to drive his spouse crazy. He repeats the process again and again, occasionally taking in the head and sucks gently at it. Trowa turns his head to the side, gasping and breathing hard as he hangs close to the point of release. Quatre lets his hand travel up Trowa’s body, brushing his fingertips over the firm muscles, over his nipple and alongside his throat before arriving at his lips. Trowa opens his mouth and sucks at his fingers, tasting and thirsting for it. It’s the only thing that can divert him from this torturous pleasure.
Quatre pulls his finger out of Trowa and rub at the fluid that gathers at the tip of his member, tasting the salty seeds. Then slowly, he parts the legs of his spouse and lifts him a little as he positions himself at the entrance. And as he thrusts inside into that hot, contracting channel, through the resistance and friction, Quatre leans down and again silences Trowa with his mouth.
Trowa kisses him back urgently and wraps his arms tightly around Quatre, trying to divert himself of the pain of penetration. Quatre has not used lubricant this time and though the pain is much more intensifying, his awareness of the pleasure that Quatre is giving him is also sharper. Their lips meet and part again and again, ravenous, and consumed by passion and desire.
The bed rocks violently as Quatre increases the force of his thrusts, his breathing coming in gasps as he feels himself getting close to climax. Trowa reaches up and touches Quatre’s face. Quatre tilts his head to one side and leans into the caress before turning his head and captures his fingers, licking it and tasting it. He feels Trowa convulses around him as he comes, spraying their bodies with his seed. Quatre leans down and kisses Trowa long and hard as he thrusts even harder and faster, holding out as long as he can before finally releasing into his beloved. Quatre slowly pulls out of Trowa as he feels his member softening and hugs Trowa to him, listening to his heart beating close to his.
Quatre then leans up and cups Trowa’s face in his hands before kissing him tenderly on the lips. "Good morning, Trowa."