[tri OOM] Yamato and Quentin

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato's room is as neat as ever, apart from all the maps and notepads on his desk, where he's been working out repair plans and routes.

The video games he mentioned are also readily apparent: There are three on the kitchen work surface, the boxes still in their outer plastic packaging: What looks like a brightly coloured kart racing game, Rodrigo's Super Kart Racing; an equally brightly coloured fighting game, Deadly Iron Brawl X; and what seems to be a fairly serious looking flight simulator game, entitled Jet Flight Simulator 2006.

"I haven't actually played any of them yet," Yamato notes.

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[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Are you just saying that because you think you can wear me out enough to make me rest?" Yamato teases.

[heatherandsteel]

"No, I don't think even I can do that but I'm willing to try."

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Admirable," Yamato says solemnly, dipping his head to press kisses to Quentin's neck, both hands moving to the hem of his t-shirt to try tugging it off.

[heatherandsteel]

"I try to be," He sighs at the kisses and has to move his hand from Yamato to take off his shirt so tries to get Yamato's off at the same time.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

As soon as Quentin's shirt is off, Yamato's happy to move his shoulders and arms to help Quentin remove his in turn. Luckily, tank tops are far from the most difficult pieces of clothing to remove.

With that done, he fits himself against Quentin again, pressing kisses to his ear, his jaw, and down his neck.

[heatherandsteel]

When Yamato's shirt is off, Quentin takes a moment to his hands over Yamato to see all his injuries and then caress him.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Most of his injuries are healed, but there are a few cuts across his side, and one long one over his chest, both healing well. While there's a possibility that any of them could scar, it doesn't look likely that they will.

"You're fussing," Yamato notes, amused.

[heatherandsteel]

"I'm your boyfriend, I'm allowed to fuss."

He traces the long scar on Yamato's chest.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato seems completely stymied by that for a few seconds, before he flushes bright red. Because sure, sure, it's true, but he's pretty sure neither of them have ever actually said the b-word before, at least not to each other.

(In fact, he knows he hasn't, because every time he tries he gets caught up in stammering.)

There's a few moments where he seems to be trying to say something, but all that's coming out is incoherent, stammering noises.

[heatherandsteel]

Quentin didn't plan on saying it but its true, in this place and as long as they get, they're dating. He kisses Yamato because he's cute when he doesn't know what to say.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

The kiss is something of a relief, since it means Yamato doesn't have to say anything. He makes a low, happy noise into it, taking one of Quentin's hands and moving backwards, trying to ease both of them towards the bed without breaking the kiss. It's perhaps a little difficult when he can't look where he's going.

[heatherandsteel]

Quentin is enjoying the kiss and trying to figure out where Yamato's going. He has a guess but the kiss is really good so he keeps closing his eyes.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Apparently where they're going is Yamato's chest of drawers, if the sound of Yamato's legs landing against the side of it and a muttered 'ow' into the kiss is anything to go by.

He course corrects a moment later, easing them around and backing Quentin up towards the bed.

[heatherandsteel]

"Careful," Quentin says as he takes a breath and feels that impact.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Could've been worse," Yamato murmurs. At least the chest of drawers is still standing, after all!

[heatherandsteel]

"Can always be worse." He agrees as he feels the edge of the bed and leans back.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Could've broken my legs and died," Yamato chirps agreeably, easing down with Quentin until the other boy is lying down, settling atop him.

[heatherandsteel]

"But you didn't." Quentin says with a kiss and a move just there and there to enjoy being on top of Yamato.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Could've, though," Yamato murmurs into the kiss. Any further discussion from him of that particular near miss is stifled by a short groan as Quentin moves, and he squirms a little in response, pushing his hips against Quentin's.

[heatherandsteel]

Quentin responds with another roll of his hips as he gets one hand into Yamato's hair for another kiss before kissing down Yamato's neck.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato gives a low, quiet moan at that, shutting his eyes and tilting his head enough to bare more of his neck for Quentin.

[heatherandsteel]

Quentin takes his time exploring Yamato's neck and chest with kisses as he keeps moving against him with his hips.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato sucks in a breath sharply, beginning to roll his hips back against Quentin's -- gently at first, then harder and more insistently, as one hand slides up to tangle in Quentin's hair.

[heatherandsteel]

Quentin groans as those moves go harder and ends up sucking on Yamato neck.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

A little part of Yamato's brain is quick to remind him that yep, there's definitely going to be a hickey there soon enough. There are scarves in his future.

That reminder does next to nothing to stop him from turning to mush, squirming against Quentin and giving a few slightly breathless moans.