Yamato shifts his hips back, pulling away to give Quentin some room to work, as he finishes undoing Quentin's belt and unzips his jeans, flashing a quick grin up at him.
Yamato sucks in a sharp breath, shutting his eyes for a moment. Then he reaches down to ease Quentin's head back up to being level with his, so that he can press an eager, enthusiastic kiss to the other boy's lips.
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Quentin groans and leans into Yamato, tangling his hands in Yamato's hair.
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Yamato laughs, shoving his head against Quentin's hands a little.
"You really like the short hair, huh?"
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