It's the times that Hibari isn't there that are the worst for him. Boss or no boss, comrade, lover… Whatever titles were applied to them, both together and apart, the fact was Tsunayoshi missed him when he was gone, yearned for him, especially as the cloud guardian's disappearances could be for months at a time, as he travelled the world in search of information.
Showers helped; standing under a warm jet of water for up to an hour at a time, ignoring the ever increasing mound of paperwork and just letting his mind drift, going over everything from the assassination of drug barons in the slums of Palermo to the last time he was touched, slow, torturous touches from strong hands, trailing all over his body, dipping low, only too-
Shivering, he pushes himself up from his desk in the elaborate Vongola Mansion, stalking down thankfully empty halls until he comes too his private quarters, stripping off his clothes haphazardly and practically throwing himself into the shower. Even then, the running water can't strip away thoughts of hands and heat and fuck, why is his body so sensitive when it comes too him?
And so, he gives into the images, wrapping a hand around himself and leaning against the cold tile with a steady arm, moans echoing as his pace begins, slow, like Hibari would do it, thumb teasing his head before slim fingers trace along the shaft, cup his balls, return too the head. Hibari would tug harshly, a smirk playing on his lips, and so Tsuna imitates, gasping and bucking his hips into the touch.
After this, a hand would travel up too his nipples, toying with them, twisting, pulling. Maybe, if Hibari wanted too, he would suck them, flick his tongue over them, watching the pleasure spread over Tsuna's face, but because he isn't here, Tsuna pulls on them himself, slumping against the wall instead, back screaming against the temperature change, but body as a whole moaning.
Achingly hard, this is where the action would move too his ass, hands grabbing the cheeks, wrenching them apart and a lubed up finger or three stuck in, impatient after so much teasing.
But Hibari isn't here, Tsuna is close too cumming, so a couple shampoo-slickened fingers is all he needs, twisting inside himself as he kneels, shower still beating down upon sensitive skin, thrusting in harder, faster, the hand around his cock slipping into a different rhythm. He's close, so close, but it's nothing like Hibari until he hits that spot, just right, and the world explodes into white, breathy moans and exhausted pants beating out along with the water as it washes away the cum.
It isn't enough, cannot be enough, but Hibari isn't here, so it will have too do.
That awkward moment you have no idea what you've written.
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