Sonfic, yaoi, lemon

I don't own the Gundam pilots, and the song 'Paint' belongs to Roxette. I am not making money off this so don't sue me. If you are under 17 I can't stop you from reading this, blah blah, you know the drill.

I've got a hot chilly feeling
I don't understand.
I've got to run through this minute
Like a hurricane.
I've got to tighten my wire
From the sense to the soul.
I find my back to the wall when it's time to go.
I've got to know, is that your heartbeat?

Trowa was in the opulent bedroom of his angel. The soft blond hair of his koi shimmered, and the milky white complexion beneath that mass of hair was slightly flushed. Trowa felt the familiar electric feeling jolting through him. He wanted to touch Quatre, to appreciate him all night long. Quatre was timidly standing next to him.

"Tonight was fun. Thank you for dinner, Quatre." Trowa thanked the boy politely. Quatre blushed.

"You're very welcome, Trowa." An uncomfortable silence fell over them like a blanket. Trowa was quite aware of the throbbing between his legs and the heat waves that were rushing over him. He looked deep into Quatre's eyes. They seemed to be pleading for something -anything- from the banged pilot.

Acting on impulse, Trowa closed the gap between them and tasted the Arabian's lips. When he pulled away, Quatre was gazing at him with the most amazing look in his eyes.

"Don't stop." Those words sent bolts of electricity down Trowa's body. Brimming with confidence, Trowa probed his way into Quatre's mouth. A small groan from the blonde pilot encouraged him to continue. Both boys were burning to the touch, and Trowa removed his stuffy turtleneck in an instant. Next, he worked on removing Quatre's top. After sliding Quatre out of his vest and practically ripping off the button down shirt, Trowa resumed kissing him. Yet this time, he moved down to the exposed chest. He gently teased Quatre's nipples, producing more erotic moans from the back of the Arabian's throat.

Paint� me right.
Can you feel the heat in me tonight?
Oh, I, I'm the pearl� Paint
Your love all over my world.

Quatre never felt such pleasure. Trowa's talented hands touched him over and over again, rubbing and probing. Quatre longed for more, but dared not ask. He didn't want to be demanding. Besides, he was pretty sure the pilot of Heavyarms wasn't going to stop anytime soon. Quatre's innocence was like an aura- Trowa wanted it to surround him. He knew that the smaller pilot wasn't going to be able to handle too much, yet the boy's eyes were wild.

I get a love shock/electric
From the touch of your hand.
I'm getting lost in the riddles of the modern man.
I've got it up down all around tied to the bone.

Trowa carefully removes Quatre's khakis. His hands run up and down the blonde's thighs, and then snake down underneath the baby blue silk boxers. Quatre's excited cries urge Trowa on. He rubbed Quatre's arousal, enjoying the feeling of it in his smooth palms.

Is that your heartbeat?

Quatre was soaring somewhere above the sky, drifting in and out of consciousness as Trowa began to suck. The steady, even beats of the Latin pilot's motions made Quatre want to scream out with intense pleasure. He tried to hold his shrieks back, but was unsuccessful.

Paint� me right.
Can you feel the heat in me tonight?
Oh, I, I'm the pearl� Paint
Your love all over my world.
Do it right

Quatre moaned as Trowa's hand moved past his arousal (which was still in Trowa's mouth) and slid between the two rosy cheeks. This was too much for Quatre. He spurted in Trowa's mouth. Trowa drank every last drop of his koi's seed and then slid three fingers into him, carefully stretching Quatre so as not to hurt him.

Oh, I, I'm the pearl� Paint
Your love all over my world.

Quatre let Trowa carry him to the couch near the window. Trowa quickly impaled him. The little blond pilot yelped and then began to yell Trowa's name.

"Gods, yes, ahh, Trowa, TROWA!" he bellowed when the fellow pilot hit his g spot repeatedly.

Oh, I, I'm the pearl� Paint
Your love all over my world.

After both boys climaxed, they lay, panting, on the couch.

"That was fun." Quatre giggled. Trowa cuddled his koi closer. He would never tire of the feeling of Quatre's silky body against his.

"Hai."

Paint� me right.
Can you feel the heat in me tonight?
Oh, I, I'm the pearl� Paint
Your love all over my world.
Do it right