by Windsor Blue
Notes - This was inspired by Anne's shower smut fic and Ponderosa's yummy shower smut picture, which can be properly ogled here. *still drooling*
The tile was cold against his back, but he didn't really give a damn. Trowa's lips were hard, insistent and demanding against his own, and seemed much more worthy of his attention. His logical mind was lost somewhere in the steam of the shower, and he was all too happy to kiss it goodbye.
Trowa let his lips go and went for his neck instead, growling low in his throat like a starving animal. Quatre felt his own teeth attach to Trowa's ear, giving it a gentle tug.
"You could've at least let me get my shirt off," Quatre purred.
"You were taking too long," came the fevered reply.
Quatre chuckled and rolled his hips in a languid circle against Trowa's lean body. "If this is the reception I can look forward to when I get home, I'll have to go away on business more often."
The arms wrapped around him tightened and lifted him up, pressing him back impossibly harder against the tile, a tongue dragging aggressively down his chest as he went.
"Don't you fucking dare," Trowa snarled, biting and lapping at Quatre's nipple.
Quatre curled over him, eyes closing. Oh, but it was good to be home.