More His Style

by Raletha

For Jenn Abiding

NC-17 :: yaoi, lemon, cross-dressing :: 4x3x4

Quatre\'s fingers slip over the satin covering Trowa\'s backside. His
fingers love it here, feeling the chiseled muscles flex as Trowa
raises and lowers himself over Quatre, drawing Quatre deeper and
deeper into rapture with each downward push.

Even more, Quatre\'s fingers love climbing the ladder of black satin
laces at Trowa\'s sides, tangling in the slippery threads and sketching
over exposed triangles of tawny skin.

He twines the laces about his fingers, slides his hands up Trowa\'s
waist to lift the front of the satin teddy above Trowa\'s cock. He lets
it go then, so that the fabric drapes over only the base of the
flushed and swollen length. He loves the view: the black shimmering
backdrop enshrines Trowa\'s erection as if it were a museum piece. The
beading at the crown glitters like a gemstone.

His eyes also love the way the satin panels part over Trowa\'s lean
thighs and sculpted hips. The waxed skin is as smooth as the satin and
gleams in the mix of soft light and sweat. He loves how it all
highlights the flexing of the sleek, male muscles.

The way the satin is strained taut over Trowa\'s chest Quatre loves as
well. He loves the sooted lashes lowered over green eyes. He loves the
voice saying his name. He loves the heart throbbing blood around him
counterpoint to his own. He loves this man: so strong, so open, so
Trowa.

Yes, he loves this man.

the end