[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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[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.

[heatherandsteel]

Quentin smiles against his skin and runs a hand over the hickey. He likes the sounds of those moans and kisses alternating with a few sucks on Yamato's neck and chest.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato manages to pull together enough willpower and strength to push against Quentin, moving to pin him against the bed with his bodyweight and settling his mouth against his neck, sucking with every intention of leaving a matching hickey on Quentin.

[heatherandsteel]

Quentin gasps and then groans at the change in position, rolling and bucking his hips up into Yamato.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato chuckles against Quentin's neck, then lazily drifts his mouth around to start determinedly leaving a hickey on the other side of Quentin's neck as well. He doesn't imagine it'll be there for very long, given faerie healing and such, but that's fine: It's the principle of the thing.

[heatherandsteel]

Quentin's hands are clutching and grasping at Yamato as he feels every suck which feels so good.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"You're cute when you get like this, you know that?" Yamato murmurs into Quentin's ear, flashing a grin.

[heatherandsteel]

"So are you," Quentin tries to turn so he can kiss Yamato.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato stammers a little at that, and possibly might be trying to get out a very puppyish protest along the lines of never being cute and always being very fearsome, but it gets cut off by that kiss.

Eventually, once the kiss ends: "I'm not that cute."

[heatherandsteel]

"Not as cute as Gabumon, but cute." That puppyish look is adorable and Quentin grins before kissing Yamato again.