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Thirty Second Gundam Wing
Kracken
Bath House
3x4
Very fluffy, lemon
"This is ridiculous."
"It's practical."
"It's childish."
"Practical."
"You keep saying that, as if it will make it true,"Quatre chuckled as he, once again, tried to get comfortable in the too small tub.
Trowa shifted beneath him and Quatre was suddenly cushioned on top of him, an obvious erection pressed against his backside.
"Oh, no!" Quatre exclaimed in mock protest. "There is definitely not enough room in here for that!"
"Think so?" Trowa replied huskily in his ear and reached for the soap.
"Know so," Quatre murmered and then made a low pleased sound as Trowa's soapy hand found his own need and stroked it. "You can... stop that... now..."
"Stop?" Trowa echoed, nibbling at Quatre's earlobe.
"Yessss," Quatre breathed as Trowa made a tight, soapy sheathe of his hand.
"You don't sound sure," Trowa's hand slid down to Quatre's balls and Quatre lifted a leg, giving him access, as the water sloshed alarmingly over the sides of the tub.
"Told you," Quatre managed as fingers found his entrance under the water and began to play there. "Too small."
"Not for long," Trowa promised as he slipped a thick finger in.
"Not... that," Quatre corrected. "The tub... it's..."
"Perfect," Trowa said, breathing hot breath into Quatre's ear.
Trowa slipped his finger out and then hooked strong hands under Quatre's knees. Lifting him into position, there was a short fumble as his erection found the way into Quatre's tight heat. More water sloshed over the side alarmingly.
"Stop?" Trowa asked with a chuckle as he slowly worked his way in deep with small thrusts of his hips.
"Nooooo," Quatre moaned.
"See, we fit... perfectly," Trowa moaned back, face flushed and body suddenly not caring about too small tubs and the danger of flooding the entire bathroom. He began thrusting in earnest.
"Hey!" Duo shouted as he pounded a fist on the door. "What the hell are you doing in there! Other people need to get in you know!" A pause, and then, "There's freakin' water coming out from under the door! What are you doing in there?"
"We'll clean it up!" Trowa barked as he kept a furiously mortified Quatre in place. Too late, he realized what he had let slip.
"We?" Duo repeated and then growled, "There's goddam beds for that, Barton!Take it somewhere else!"
Duo stomped away.
Quatre said in a small voice. "He's right... we should..."
"He's wrong," Trowa growled, and began licking Quatre's ear as he began thrusting again. Quatre lost his embarrassment shortly after that and began stroking himself in time to Trowa's thrusts.
They finished in a writhing, thrusting, tangle of wet bodies, grunting and moaning loudly as half the water hit the floor. Afterward, Quatre sprawled on top of Trowa and grimaced at the mess. "We should clean this up...."
Trowa reached a long arm out, snagged a towel, and tossed it onto the floor to soak up at least some of the water. He then reached to turn the hot water back on. "We will... later."
The ENd
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