[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 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.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Nobody's as cute as Gabumon," Yamato agrees between kisses. "He's the cutest."

Not that Yamato is still bitter or anything that Gabumon didn't win that one Creepy-Cute Costume Contest.

(But he is.)

[heatherandsteel]

"But I don't really want to kiss Gabumon."

Or do other things and Quentin gives a wiggle as much as he can with Yamato on top of him.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"I'd be very concerned if you did," Yamato grins. He stifles a noise at that wiggling, but does squirm back a little, rolling his hips down against Quentin's.

[heatherandsteel]

"I like your noises." Quentin says and arches up into Yamato's hips.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato bites back a groan at that, dipping his head a little to bump his nose against Quentin's affectionately. "I can tell."

[heatherandsteel]

Quentin used the nose bump as an excuse for another kiss and another shift of his hips.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato's eager to kiss back, carding his fingers through Quentin's hair in slow, gentle motions.

[heatherandsteel]

Quentin closes his eyes as that feels good as he deepens the kiss, he likes not having any space between them.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Some time later, Yamato sprawls out next to Quentin, curling an arm around him lazily.

"... You know, I think I've forgotten all of the work I meant to do," he murmurs. "I'll remember in a moment. Probably."

[heatherandsteel]

"Two moments maybe," Quentin says as he yawns, and snuggles into Yamato's arm.