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Quattro laughed as Amuro breathed the Red Comet's name near his ear like a mantra.
Quattro didn't know what set it off. One minute, they are talking in the hangar. Char wanted to say he missed Amuro, how he is doing, things like that. He didn't get a chance with the fighting going on. What came out of the former Red Comet's mouth instead is mockery.
Real smooth Casval.
Thankfully, Quattro managed to fix his fumble. The two conversed about Lalah, getting the elephant out of the room. It didn't solve everything, but Quattro and Amuro at least received some closure about her death. Then, Quattro put a hand on Amuro's shoulder, and almost magnetically, they leaned in close for a kiss. Then it turned into this.
Quattro tried to guide Amuro towards his room (or any spare room) at first, but it failed. The Lieutenant felt Amuro's hardening cock against his ass behind those jeans. The former Gundam pilot's hands are molesting Quattro's chest, squeezing and rubbing the pads of his fingers against the Lieutenant's nipples behind his white shirt.
Quattro slept with others in the past, both men and women. This is the first time he dealt with a partner this riled up. The blond is desperate himself, wanting to get Amuro's pants off. Their Newtype connection is messing with Quattro. He wants the cock pressing against his ass inside of him (or to fuck Amuro, the blond doesn't know.) He wants their minds to be one or to punch Amuro off of him. It's downright scary.
"Char." Amruo breathed. Quattro wants to correct him, until Amuro groans. "Casval."
'Shit Shit.' Quattro is panicking. He never told Amuro his real name. Did his sister tell Amuro? Did Amuro pick up on his thoughts? Quattro is thinking about calling the entire affair off, no matter how horny he is.
Amuro finally reaches under Char's shirt to pinch the blond's nipples, causing further thoughts to fly out the window. The former Gundam pilot has one hand under the Lieutenant's shirt, playing and gently rubbing the hardened nubs. The other reaches downward to pull down Quattro's red uniform pants and boxers down to his ankles, exposing his ass and erection.
Quattro hears a zipper and button unsnap, then heat against his skin. Amuro managed to fish out his own dick and is rubbing it between Quattro's ass cheeks, smearing pre all over his plush behind.
'You should fuck me.' Quattro mentally said. He wants the White Devil to ruin him.
'I don't have a condom.' Amuro replied. 'I'll get some. We can do it next time.'
Next time? Next time? The Lieutenant's face flushed. Amuro wants to have sex with him again. Is this a relationship? Friends with benefits? Rivals with benefits?
He'd better not think about it. Quattro instead put a hand to his mouth when Amuro gripped his erection and started to pump it, pulling the foreskin over the cockhead and using the pre as lubrication. The blond is always loud during sex, and Quattro would rather not have everyone on board know what he's up to.
Quattro felt his hand being pulled away from his face. He hissed when Amuro bit against the blond's exposed neckline and licked the wound. 'Don't. I want to hear your voice.'
Quattro wants to make a snarky reply, but gives up. He's too pent up to care. Amuro is rubbing against his ass, the tip of the cockhead brushing against the rim. If Amuro pushes a bit, he could enter with just the tip; maybe a little
Quattro is bent over against the wall, his elbows braced against the metal. His glasses are threatening to fall off, and he's panting and gasping. He can't stop the sounds coming from his mouth, and the noises echoing in the hangar are making him more turned on. Once the edge is off, maybe Quattro can get Amuro to do more.
Amuro's cock is getting bigger, and he's moaning against Quattro's skin, much softer. The White Devil's movements are sloppier, and Quattro's member is dripping so much that almost clear drops are making small puddles underneath them. Char closes his eyes, hearing his sunglasses fall off somewhere on the ground. He is starting to see stars, galaxies, and white.
Quattro swears his vision is whiting out, that he can't see or feel anything but Amuro. He's not even aware he's shouting, spilling into Amuro's hand, the fluids dripping in between the former pilot's fingers. Quattro is trying to catch his breath as he feels Amuro join soon after, hot spill against his hole, going down the blond's thighs.
Amuro is lying on Quattro's back. The blond's dick is chafed and his ass his cold. Someone is probably going to come to the hangar. Quattro's pants are ruined, and his sunglasses might be broken. Rather than do or think of more urgent matters, Quattro says the first thought in his head.
"Come to space with me."
"Wha-"
The nonsequidor catches Amuro off guard enough for Char to spill more. He feels possessive. He doesn't want anyone to have the White Devil but him. "Come to space with me and let's get married."
"Char!"