Probably pretty OOC - I never took Tsuna for the type to cheat on his girlfriend.
Thanks for reading~
It's a small crime
And I got no excuse
.
Hayato's fingers flutter feather light, roaming under Tsuna's rumpled suit. His lips push him in places that make his heart rattle. He play's Tsuna's body like a limber instrument, effortless, and Tsuna is all too glad to let him direct.
He makes Tsuna limp, he makes him taunt, he makes him bite Hayato into the Italian's moon pale neck – because if they hear it's all over and somehow that knowledge, that looming threat of this (whatever 'this' is) being bulleted down by the gravity of reality, heightens the forbidden experience for the pair of them.
Hayato's hips unconsciously grind against Tsuna's. Their legs are trembling.
Tsuna doesn't bother trying to gain control of the plummeting situation, because the dominate half of him wants Hayato to touch him there, wants the Italian's inferno kisses to set his lips on-
But downstairs his girlfriend is busy clinking flutes of champagne with guests, naïve to the sins being committed just above her head. Tsuna wants to laugh at the unfairness of it all, he wants to cry for his own weakness, and he wants wants wants…
...Hayato.
Feelings that they cannot receive anywhere else, from anyone else. A secret intensity that explodes like blood under the water each time their bodies melt thoughtlessly together. They are hot, panting, they are disheveled and the want each other more than (dare he think it) Kyoko and more than the myriad of faceless women downstairs (Hayato hates they way they touch him when everything is so bland compared to this insatiable lust). All because of one meager piece of fact –
They never can, and never will, truly be able to have each other.
It is what turns them into sinners, time and time again.