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.