[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]

"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.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"If we're really lucky, maybe even three moments," Yamato says somberly, settling his chin against the top of Quentin's head. "You okay? Not, er -- sore or anything?"

It's probably lucky that his face isn't easily visible from this angle, because he's gone a little bit red asking that.

[heatherandsteel]

"Hm, nope, I heal quickly," And nothing they've done has made him that sore.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Wryly: "Yeah, my very serious attempts to give you a hickey to match the one you gave me have been thwarted by that quick healing of yours. I'm going to have to wear a scarf for the next two weeks, so thanks for that."

He does try to muster up some mock-annoyance for that, but it doesn't exactly work out all that well, and he just sounds more amused than anything.

[heatherandsteel]

"You'll find a scarf with style maybe with wolf paws on it." Quentin finds the hickey with his fingers and gives it a little caress.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"... Well, that just sounds adorable. Was this all just a plan to get me to wear cute wolf-patterned clothing?"

How dastardly.

[heatherandsteel]

"No, but I'll take credit for it."

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Diabolical," Yamato says somberly, shaking his head. "You're basically a supervillain, you know that?"

[heatherandsteel]

Quentin shrugs at that, he knows from what Bridget's been saying that to her all Fae are villains, "I know what looks good on you."

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Noted," Yamato chuckles, dropping a quick kiss onto Quentin's forehead. "If I ever need to dress up nice, I'll make sure to ask you for tips."

[heatherandsteel]

Quentin smiles, "Wouldn't be hard to make you look good."

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Now you're just trying to flatter me," Yamato laughs.

[heatherandsteel]

Quentin traces a line down Yamato's chest, "No, like how you look."

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato chuckles again. "I know, I know," he says. "Although, y'know, you look good no matter what you're wearing. So there."

One-up-manship is alive and well.

[heatherandsteel]

Quentin kisses Yamato, "Fair enough."

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato gives a short laugh, of the 'I have won the compliment war that we were clearly having,' variety.

"What's next for you, when you go back to your world? Waiting for Toby and Tybalt to get back, or ... ?"

[heatherandsteel]

"Waiting and being as ready as possible for whatever happens next."