swan_forest | The Lion won't get Sleep Tonight

Quatre flopped down on his bed, dressed for bed in a pair of baby blue pajama bottoms, though he wasn't planning on sleeping anytime soon. Not with Trowa coming over. It had been too long since his lover had been in his bed, or him in Trowa's. And hearing that Trowa was giving free shows and coming over to give him one? Well, that was a bit exciting, wasn't it?

He smiled at the image of Trowa stripping down because someone said they wanted to see him naked. Trowa was a handsome man, with very nice body, anyone who liked men would want to see him naked. He was a little jealous that he wasn't there to witness it, and wondered how much the former Heavyarms pilot had to drink.

Ah well, he couldn't be everywhere, not when he had a company to run.

He stretched out, letting out a soft grunt as various joints popped. Everything was set. Trowa had free rein of the house, so no one would stop him from just walking up to Quatre's room and joining him.

The door opened, and Quatre propped himself on his elbows and smiled. "Hey sweetheart," he said when he saw his lover in the doorway.

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Yes, there had certainly been some alcohol involved for Trowa decide to strip for someone who wasn't Quatre. Nothing more had happened besides that - someone had gotten a free show. Even under the effects of alcohol, that was a hard line; Quatre was the only one he gave more to.

So of course, when Quatre asked for a show of his own, Trowa was more than willing to give it.

After the request for a show, Trowa had headed straight there. Well, not straight there. He had packed a bag to take to Quatre's. He was expecting - and hoping - that he was not going to be leaving Quatre's house tonight. Included in there was a bottle of non-alcoholic wine which he had purchased for Quatre earlier, but they had both been too busy to meet up. Seemed like a good opportunity to give to him, for if Quatre wanted to enjoy while he watched. He'd also changed.

Quatre's housekeeper knew him at this point. His showing up was not something anyone questioned. So after being let inside, Trowa was able to pretty much stroll right up to Quatre's room. They certainly trusted him if no one was following him even at a safe distance to make sure he was going where he said he was.

"Hello love," he said as he entered the room. The one person he was affectionate with.

He was dressed in his normal tight fitting jeans, but he had switched a button up shirt. More interesting for stripping for his partner.

"I'm sorry that it has been so long," he said as he came over. He leaned down to kiss Quatre before setting his bag down and getting out the bottle. "For you."

Leaning up into the kiss, Quatre had to stop himself from undoing those buttons himself. "Thank you," he said, taking the bottle. He might be the most devout Muslim, he kept halal and other dietary restrictions mostly out of habit. He set the bottle aside, sitting up to smile at his love.

"It's been too long," he said, reaching out and taking Trowa's hand in his, intertwining their fingers and pulling him close, kissing the back of his hand. "I trust you've been well, since you're stripping for people that aren't me." His voice was a light tease. He wasn't the jealous type, and in truth, was amused by the idea. He knew the other man wouldn't do more. "Are we trying out a new profession?" he continued to tease. "Because if you are, I must insist you practice in front of me."

Trowa would have stopped him if he had. He was supposed to strip for Quatre, as much as having Quatre undress him was nice too.

"It has been too long." He gently squeezed Quatre's hand as the blond brought it up to kiss. Quatre was so sweet to him. Many times he wondered what he had done to deserve being someone who was so kind to him. And someone so beautiful. But he wouldn't give it up for the world.

He could tell that Quatre wasn't upset by the fact that he had stripped for someone else. It was good to know that he was trusted to not do anything with anyone else.

"I have been well. Not a profession change." While it might pay better than anything he actually did, he didn't particularly care about money as long as he could survive. Also he enjoyed showing off for Quatre; to make it a job would take that away.

"Even though it's not..." He leaned closer to Quatre. "I'd still like to practice for you."

Quatre pressed a kiss to Trowa's jaw, then gave it a little nip. "Good, because I'm a little selfish and want to keep you for myself."

His other hand found purchase on the other man's hip, rubbing circles around it, fingers teasing up under his lover's button-up to stroke his skin.

"I'm ready for my show whenever you're ready," he said, leaning back, putting his hands behind him, and proping himself up to ensure he didn't reach up and touch Trowa until he was ready. "Make sure it's good," he teased.

Trowa gave a faint smile as Quatre indeed showed his intention to be closer, kissing his jaw and then nipping. "Then it is good we are on the same page."

He glanced down at Quatre's hand as he began to rub his hip, slipping his hand up to rub his side under his shirt. It felt nice, but it was also defeating the purpose of the show. Good thing Quatre caught himself and pulled back on his own. As much as he would remind Quatre of the show, it was difficult to encourage him to move away.

"Good. I'm glad you are ready." As Quatre leaned back, putting his hands behind him, Trowa stepped back to give Quatre a good view. "Yes, Sir."

First thing he was going to do was pull out his phone and give himself some music. "Since you wanted me to practice in front of you." Then he was going to reach up and start unbuttoning his shirt slowly, inch by inch revealing his well-muscled chest.

"Sir?" Quatre asked, raising an eyebrow, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, I think I like that."

He was accustomed to being called 'sir' by his employees, but he couldn't recall Trowa ever saying it to him. Duo, in his affectionately mocking way, called him that sometimes, but here, in the bedroom with Trowa?

Yeah, he liked it. Maybe something to explore later.

Then Trowa put on the music, and all other thoughts disappeared as he watched the man he loved remove his shirt. Quatre watched as more and more of Trowa's chest was exposed. "God, you're beautiful," he murmured.

Normally, Trowa wouldn't use "Sir" with Quatre since they were partners, but it had seemed appropriate. He was stripping for Quatre while the other watched. He'd said it on impulse, but Quatre seemed amused by it. Perhaps it would be something interesting to work with later.

But not right this moment. Right now, he was rather enjoying putting on a show for Quatre.

"Thank you."

He kept slowly unbuttoning his shirt until he reached the last button. He tugged his shirt open, showing his stomach and a bit more of his chest before finally throwing it off, clearly showing off his muscles to Quatre. Between working at the circus, missions, and his normal active routine, Trowa was quite fit. Of course, this meant people liked to look at him. There were probably a few women disappointed with the fact that he was gay.

But Quatre... Quatre always got to look.

"Like what you see?" Trowa asked as he moved his hand to his stomach, sliding it down towards his pants. He started undoing his belt, slowly sliding it out from the belt loops.

His stomach did a flip and blood started to flow soft when Trowa tugged open his shirt. So fit. Built like a brick house as the saying went. Trowa's bared chest was one of Quatre's favorite sights.

And his arms, Quatre loved those arms, loved to be wrapped up in them. He never felt safer than when he was in Trowa's arms.

"You know I do," Quatre said, his voice soft, a bit husky with arousal. He shifted, put his hands on his knees, fingers curling into the light blue cotton to make sure he didn't reach out and touch just yet.

Blue eyes darkened desire followed Trowa's hands as they trailed down his body, to his pants. A little sigh escaped his lips and his cock began to make a tent in his pajama pants as Trowa undid the belt. "Come closer?" he asked, raking his eyes back up to his lover's handsome face.

And it was one of Trowa's favorite things, having Quatre in his arms. He loved the other dearly and feeling his warmth in his arms felt right. It helped him sleep and he felt better knowing that Quatre was safe with him. There were a lot of people who would want to take advantage or hurt him either because he had money or because of what he represented as someone with business power. When Quatre was with him, he wouldn't allow those to touch him.

He could hear it in his voice, the way he was fighting back from reaching to touch, the faint change in the way his pants were fitting. Quatre was getting turned on by this. That only made him want to give more.

"Closer? Are you interested in touching?"

It was a bit of a tease, but if Quatre wanted to, he would, but nothing more intimate until he had finished stripping for him. And of course, he would step closer.

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