A/N: Hi there! We're back with the second chapter. Thank you guys sooo much for the reviews! We appreciate you taking the time and it means a lot to us. We're happy you like it so far. Thanks to everyone faving and following, too, of course ;D
As promised and hinted at, this chapter will be 5980. We had a few request as to this reversal of the usual positions and were happy to oblige. We know not everyone is into that, that's why we're pronouncing it loud and clear. AdaraLove and me feel like it would be natural for the two, though. Gokudera's pride would take too much of a hit if he was the bottom all the time. Also, Yamamoto is just too curious and eager not to try to explore all the possibilities XD
Once more we remind you, that there will be a third chapter, which will only go online if we get at least one review showing us, you care to read til the end ;D We really want to hear your thoughts on what we do and just a tiny few lines make our day ^_^
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Warnings for this chapter: 5980! If you don't like it, just skip the chapter.
Chapter 2
Yamamoto felt his love push himself into his open arms, and when he turned his attention downwards, he noticed a pair of fiery green orbs staring back at him. The dark-haired jock felt a little sheepish once his lover called him an idiot, because he knew that he had gone a little overboard with his speech, but as soon as he heard Gokudera's last words, as soon as he heard how supportive his lover was towards his other passion, time just seemed to stop. All he could do was stare almost disbelievingly at his lover before an intense, burning love shone behind his eyes. Gokudera had never vocally supported his baseball activities; in fact, he always vocally stated his annoyance towards them and criticized them. So, to hear his lover willingly state that he supported him, even though Gokudera knew that he would hardly be around because of them, was monumental.
Before Yamamoto could get all choked up again and tell Gokudera how lucky he was to have the other in his life, the most random words left his lover's mouth the next second. The poor rain guardian felt like he had just been dealt whiplash from the abrupt change in mood their conversation had just taken. What the hell?!
The astonished swordsman just stared at his beloved in absolute shock. How could Hayato say such a thing to him after all he had done to prove to the other how much he meant to him?! How could he even think that any of those fan-girls interested him after they'd just experienced the most mind-blowing sex they'd had in weeks; after they had been more open with each other than ever before that evening?!
Feeling anger and indignation swell in his heart, Yamamoto opened his mouth to set things straight between the two of them for what felt like the hundredth time, but no words came out. That was because Hayato was sending him a small smile, his green eyes shining with amusement as he commented on marking him.
All of the taller teen's anger completely dissipated like it had never existed as his eyes widened in realization then. He couldn't help but smile, too. How cute, Gokudera wanted to mark him in a way so that the girls would notice that he was taken. So, was the other going to completely hickey up his neck or something?
When Hayato leaned forward the next instant and whispered his intentions into Yamamoto's unsuspecting ear, the young jock could only blink in absolute shock. He had been so wrong in his earlier assumption. This wasn't a mark for the girls to know about, this was a mark for him to know about. Gokudera wanted to top him, to dominate him so thoroughly that girls would never cross his mind (they already didn't, but Hayato didn't seem to think that way). His lover wanted to show Yamamoto everything; all of his feelings through his body, through the most carnal of pleasures.
Yamamoto could barely breathe at the thought. He could feel shudders of excitement travel down his spine. This was such a rare occasion. Gokudera was always one to take love and hardly show any in return due to his shyness and his pride. When his lover wanted to bestow those feelings of love back on him, Yamamoto knew that it was beyond special. In fact, it had only happened once so far during their entire relationship.
The dark-haired rain guardian could hardly believe that his lover actually wanted to do this, to take him like Yamamoto had done only moments prior, but when he stared into the other's jade-green orbs and saw such passionate desire directed towards him, Yamamoto knew that it was real. Gokudera wanted to show how much he loved him.
The very idea that his beloved Hayato would be on top of him, kissing him, inside of him, was almost too much for the jock to handle in his current position. The taller teen would have blushed severely at the thought if all of his blood hadn't just rushed south. Yamamoto was so turned on by Gokudera's proposition that he was fully erect in under a minute once again, but because of his exhaustion, the poor swordsman couldn't handle the drastic change in blood pressure like he had been able to when he first entered the apartment that night. Because of that, all that his lover received in response was a look of pure, aroused shock before Yamamoto promptly fainted.
The shock Gokudera saw in his lover's face was almost comical. Okay, he usually had no desire for topping the other. He had done it once, satiating his pride in the knowledge that he could do it and that it was good for Yamamoto. Even though he didn't fully realize it himself, Gokudera was just too cat-like in character. He liked to be lazy, to get spoiled rotten, and his lover was just so damn good at that. Still, cats were predators, and once in a while, they pounced.
While the jock stared at him, seemingly still processing what he had told him, the bomber could feel him getting hard again. Really, the stamina of his boyfriend was otherworldly sometimes! The other's breath came in shallow gasps as Yamamoto finally seemed to get the full picture. It was when the usually well-tanned athlete was turning paler, though, that Gokudera started to worry. The next second, his boyfriend's eyes rolled in a very unnatural way into his head and his eyelids closed.
"T-Takeshi? Takeshi!" For a second there, utter panic gripped the Italian. First, he checked for breath, and then his lover's pulse. When he came to the conclusion that his super stupid boyfriend had actually fainted at the thought of getting topped by him, Gokudera was exasperated. It was Yamamoto's luck that the young Italian knew that his fainting wasn't from fear; otherwise he could have taken this the very wrong way. But the pretty solid evidence against his leg, and the other's happy and eager demands to do it again after that first time, made the bomber positive now that it was just his boyfriend getting way too overexcited once more.
Sighing, he used this chance to take off the baseball jersey that was creased and stained by their first session then. Next, he cleaned the both of them up from their first round. Since Yamamoto couldn't interfere at the moment, he took special care with the jock's raging hard-on. As he cleaned it tenderly, he knew exactly how to wake up his still passed out lover.
Once they both were freshened up again, Gokudera put a generous amount of lube on his hand. Settling between the parted legs of the jock, he spread the cool gel inside his crack, teasing his entrance as he lovingly kissed the tip of Yamamoto's rock-hard erection.
Any scandalous feelings he had had, and any thoughts of this action being wrong and dirty were long gone. It wasn't too often that he did this for Yamamoto, but that wasn't because he disliked it. He just somehow wanted it to stay special to the jock; a kind of reward.
His middle-finger softly massaged the tight muscle of his boyfriend's entrance, slowly relaxing it into submission as his tongue came out to lick in lazy circles around the head of his lover's erection.
Everything was fuzzy for Yamamoto after he fainted; his mind constantly going in and out of consciousness to the point that he had no sense of time. He thought he felt something wet against his lower half at one point, and gentle touches, but his mind decided to pass out into oblivion again so he couldn't figure out what had been going on.
Time went on (Yamamoto didn't know for how long) and he eventually felt something wet against his lower half again but…it was slightly different. Crinkling his brow in confusion, the taller teen fought for consciousness, his mind vaguely telling him that he needed to be awake. When he distinctly felt a finger massaging an area that a finger normally wouldn't be massaging, the jock's eyes flew open with a start, his breath coming out in desperate gasps, and his muscles twitching at the intimate touches that bombarded his senses. The dark-haired teen felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest from the sudden shock of it all, and it didn't help when he stared down at Gokudera the next second to see the other swirling his tongue around the head of his erection. Yamamoto gasped at the erotic feeling, his member twitching with need.
It was then that the startled rain guardian realized that his lover had already gotten to work on his backside, the feisty Italian's finger massaging the ring muscle of his entrance.
"A-Ah…! Hayato!" Yamamoto called out in shocked embarrassment as his blood rushed back to his cheeks. Gokudera was actually going to do it. He was actually going to be inside him…
The taller teen couldn't stop the shudder of delight that traveled down his spine at the thought, but even though he was excited at the prospect, there was still a slight glint of anxiety in his eyes. Even though his beloved bomber had topped him once, it had been relatively painful, so if he wanted to feel his lover inside him again, he'd have to put up with the pain. But, unlike Gokudera, who Yamamoto usually had sex with on a regular basis (not counting this month, obviously), and who was used to penetration, the swordsman's body was obviously not used to it. That meant that it was probably going to really hurt no matter what they did.
His actions finally had the desired effect. Gokudera had managed to wake the jock. Their eyes met as the other's member twitched, and beautiful gasps left Yamamoto's lips. As his middle-finger circled the softening ring-muscle again, his lover blushed in the most erotic way, calling out his name. The sight turned the little bomber on like crazy.
The shocked desire gave way to something else in the other's face, though. Just by this look, Gokudera knew exactly how Yamamoto felt. He stopped his actions to lie on his side next to his lover. His hand reached out to cup the other's cheek, urging him gently to turn onto his side, too. Tenderly, he stroked the cheek with his thumb then.
"I'll go slow and be careful, Takeshi. You can trust me." He tried his best to keep himself open as he gazed into his boyfriend's eyes. He wanted to make the other see that he was serious about this. The first time they had reversed positions hadn't been perfect. It had been soon after their very first time. Gokudera was much more confident on how to do it now, having enough experience on the bottom to know how best to avoid unnecessary pain.
Slowly, Gokudera brought Yamamoto into a kiss then. While he slipped his tongue into the jock's mouth, his hand stroked from the face to the neck and down the other's back. As their tongues tussled, becoming more passionate with every passing moment, his hand grabbed hold of one of Yamamoto's perfectly firm back cheeks. In a way, it was very exciting to possessively claim his usually more active boyfriend this way. He softly growled into their kiss as he massaged the firm flesh. The Italian ended their kiss a moment later, draping the jock's leg over his own as they faced each other to get easier access for what was to come now.
"Try to relax," he whispered before he began to kiss and lick Yamamoto's neck, while, at the same time, his finger slid back to where it had been just moments prior.
Again, he gently massaged the ring-muscle, sliding his finger into the tight channel a second later where it easily gave way.
"Hmmm...feels so hot and tight," Gokudera moaned, nipping tenderly at a soft spot at his lover's neck.
All too soon, Yamamoto felt his lover stop with his ministrations. The tall rain guardian let out a light whine of disapproval, but when he saw Gokudera come to lay beside him, and felt the other cup the side of his face, he couldn't help but stare at the other in astonishment. Gokudera's touch was gentle and loving, and Yamamoto was beyond amazed that the other was acting this way of his own accord; that he was willingly acting this way for the taller teen's sake. Hayato hardly showed such signs of affection.
The dark-haired teen closed his eyes at his love's delicate touch as he turned over on his side for him and he brought his own hand up to cover the one against his cheek. The words of his lover filled him with such happiness then. This only proved how serious Gokudera was with their role reversal. He wanted to show Yamamoto how much he truly cared for him. Yamamoto had to be the luckiest man in the world.
"I know I can trust you," the swordsman whispered out lovingly as he opened his eyes and stared deeply into his beloved's green irises, a twinge of slight apprehension leaving his voice. "I just wish I could take pleasure from feeling you without having to go through pain…"
Yamamoto's worries quickly dissipated for the moment, though, when Gokudera brought him into a loving, tender kiss. The taller teen willingly opened his mouth for the other; Hayato's tongue swirling intimately within his mouth as Yamamoto kissed the other back. While their tongues tangled together, their kissing becoming more passionate with every moment as Yamamoto put all the love he was feeling for the other in his kiss, the dark-haired swordsman felt how Gokudera was trying to move his hand.
Releasing the other's hand from his own, Yamamoto decided to wrap his now free arm around his lover and bring him in closer. Bare skin met bare skin once again as Yamamoto felt his lover's hand roam down his body until it reached his backside. It wasn't long until he felt that same hand take hold of one of his butt cheeks. The taller teen gasped at the sudden feeling, his noises soon turning into erotic moans as he felt Gokudera growl against his mouth in a possessive fashion before he started to massage his butt. By the time their lips parted, Yamamoto was shuddering from excitement and anticipation.
Hearing his love trying to comfort him then before they took the next step, Yamamoto couldn't help but chuckle.
"It's hard to relax when you're turning me on so thoroughly, Hayato."
The rain guardian's light laugh practically turned into a rapturous purr when his love began to kiss and lick at his neck, a shuddering gasp tumbling from his lips seconds later when one of Gokudera's lubed fingers started tracing the ring muscle of his entrance again. Any moment then, and his beloved bomber would penetrate him. Yamamoto was still a bit apprehensive about the intrusion, but mainly, he was becoming impatient. He wanted to feel Gokudera inside him so badly that he was close to begging by that point!
Before he could actually open his mouth and ask his lover to stop teasing him, Yamamoto felt Gokudera push a portion of his finger inside of him. The taller teen hissed in pain as his muscles automatically seized up at the intrusion. But as soon as he heard his lover's hot declaration, and felt the other bite the most sensitive part of his neck, Yamamoto couldn't stop himself from melting under the attention.
"Ohhh…Hayato…" The young jock moaned out as he finally relaxed under Gokudera's touch, his lips coming down to gently nip at his beloved's ear the next moment. "Please…more…"
When he realized the muscle was clenching around his finger, the little bomber immediately stopped its progress. His bite, though, seemed to help distract Yamamoto. The seized up muscle relaxed again, and a very eager moan was accompanied by just as eager pleading. As his ear was nibbled at, Gokudera softly growled.
"I'll give you more... so much more," he promised as he slowly pushed his finger deeper. "That's it, Takeshi... I know it's hard, but relax..."
His tongue swirled around the hollow of his lover's collarbone. When the finger was as deep as it would go, he dipped the tongue into the hollow and, while licking there, gave Yamamoto a moment to get used to the intrusion before he began to pump the finger. Sucking kisses accompanied the action then, only to turn into another bite as he pushed a second finger into the still tight passage. There was no way to keep all the pain at bay, it would always hurt a bit, but Gokudera did his best to make it as easy on his beloved as possible.
When the pained sounds subsided, he moved the two fingers, scissoring them, slackening the still too tight muscle. Wet kisses and little nips lead him southward as the two fingers began to elicit moans.
"Good... you're so good, Takeshi," he almost cooed in a tender voice.
As his third finger squeezed into the jock's heat, Gokudera's lips closed around a nipple, sucking it at the same time. He was as gentle as he could be; moving the fingers slowly until he felt the other's body relax again.
"Soon, Takeshi...soon you'll be mine," he promised as he came up again to look into his lover's eyes.
His lips once more claimed the rain guardian's. In a slow, deep kiss, he first drowned out the pained groans, only to eagerly drink the first yearning moans. He was twisting and wiggling his fingers deep inside his lover, trying to make him used to the girth, and trying to find that sweet spot that would make the pain be insignificant. The Italian did everything to make sure the jock would be ready for what was to come before he ended their kiss.
"I want you...I want you so fuckin' much," the little bomber whispered against the still wet lips. His needy flesh pressed into Yamamoto's thigh. His eyes shone with the desire the sweet moans of his love had awoken in him. Once more, his finger's plunged as deep into his lover as they would go, twisting and finally brushing that little nub that would send electric pleasure through his beloved's body.
Promises and soothing words reached his ears as he felt Gokudera push his digit in even deeper. Yamamoto winced a bit but tried to do as his lover told him. He was very good at relaxing his muscles because of baseball practice, and because of the naturally produced rain flames within his body, so it really wasn't a problem for him. The real problem was the pain despite his muscles' relaxed state.
A shuddering moan escaped the taller jock's lips as he felt his beloved lick the hollow of his collar bone; the other's tongue continuously swirling around the spot as Gokudera pushed his finger all the way inside him. His lover's tongue was a great distraction then as Yamamoto slowly got used to the digit's presence. When Gokudera started pumping the finger in and out of him, the friction of the other's movements, along with the gentle sucks against his neck, elicited a rapturous moan from the dark-haired teen.
Sadly, his low moan turned into a cry of pain as his beloved bomber bit into his neck at the same time he slowly began to push in a second finger. Although he ended up being aroused by the bite to his neck (since it would leave a possessive mark), the pain in his backside really took away from the experience. Yamamoto felt like his backside was actually burning from the intrusion, and he hoped that the pain would end soon.
The young rain guardian buried his face into his beloved's neck then, because he didn't want to worry the other (although his little grunts of pain were probably doing that anyway). Yamamoto gripped Hayato's hip and the other's back, his nails digging into the skin with every push of the other's finger. He was breathing heavily by the time Gokudera's second digit fully entered him.
The two of them laid there in silence then until Yamamoto's little moans of pain subsided. When he felt he was ready, the young jock kissed his beloved's shoulder; Gokudera immediately beginning to scissor his entrance as the other kissed down his neck. Yamamoto's breathing quickened with desire as he felt his lover's teeth nip at his skin, and moans began to tumble from his lips as the motion of Gokudera's fingers started to feel good.
It was then that Gokudera's voice reached him. The other sounded so gentle that the taller teen almost forgot how to breathe.
"Oh, Hayato…" Yamamoto moaned out appreciatively, his hands messaging gentle circles along the bomber's back as he laid kisses along the other's jawline and neck. "I love you so much…"
Another cry left the jock's lips a second later, though, when his beloved slowly inserted his third finger. Shudders of pain and pleasure mixed together then as Gokudera tried to distract him by sucking on his sensitive nipples. Light gasps left him as Yamamoto began to relax once again.
When Gokudera stopped with his ministrations and looked up at him again, his eyes were ablaze with a heated promise. Yamamoto swallowed thickly, waves of excitement washing through him as he practically trembled with anticipation in his lover's arms.
The taller jock could only say his beloved's name in a breathless whisper before Gokudera's lips slowly met with his. At the same time, though, his lover began to move the three fingers inside of him, causing the dark-haired teen to groan pitifully into his lover's kiss in pain. It felt like his entrance couldn't be stretched any more.
To the taller teen's surprise, it actually didn't take long for the pain to subside into pleasure. Before he knew it, Gokudera was eliciting such deep, yearning moans from him; the other's fingers thrusting into him every which way as their kiss became more passionate by the second.
When the two of them finally parted for breath, the hottest words Yamamoto had ever heard left Gokudera's lips. With those words, the other's jade-green irises burning into him with such desire that Yamamoto felt his body would burst into flame, and Gokudera's hot, needy erection pushing against his thigh, it was taking all of the swordsman's willpower to not flip his beloved onto his back and ride him.
"Oh, Hayato…yes! Please! Take me!" Yamamoto begged with such an intense yearning he actually wondered if he would follow through with his last thought just to gain the pleasure he sought. "I want you t—Hayato!"
The tall rain guardian's sentence was abruptly cut off with a cry of intense pleasure as he felt his partner's fingers rub up against his sweet spot. Yamamoto's whole body shook with overpowering need then; he couldn't wait a second longer.
With hazel eyes burning with intense passion, Yamamoto stared directly into his beloved's fiery green, his voice coming out low and husky as he breathed eagerly against the other's soft lips. "Fuck me, Hayato. I can't stand this anymore. I want you to fuck me so long and hard that I don't want to remember anything but you…"
Yamamoto's hot, needy body arched against his, shuddering in the first waves of pleasure he had aroused in him. Gokudera planned on making it so much more pleasurable. He was usually on the receiving end, and he liked it that way, but he would do everything tonight to make this as good for his love as possible.
Just when he thought this, some very dirty, and yet, so damn fuckin' erotic words, poured from Yamamoto's rosy lips. They went straight to the little bomber's erection, making it twitch in need. Fuck! Having his boyfriend beg him like that, and with those words, it was driving him crazy with desire! And suddenly, Gokudera understood. This wasn't about domination or pride. He didn't think any less of Yamamoto for uttering these words. All he felt was an intense desire. Gokudera felt desired by his boyfriend in the most basic and carnal way, and he felt the desire to give him everything he could and everything he had. There was no damage to Yamamoto's pride in his eyes, and he knew now that it would have been the same the other way around. Between two lovers, who felt as deeply as they did for each other, such things were irrelevant.
"Oh, Takeshi...I will make you forget everything else," he promised in a voice raw with emotion, even while his little epiphany was going on.
He removed his fingers then. "I know...I know...just a moment," he soothed, knowing how bad the emptiness could feel sometimes, but there was nothing for it. Gokudera needed to slick himself up first.
With the wish Yamamoto had uttered, and considering their height difference, the feisty Bomber now thought it best to actually go back to the position he himself hadn't really wanted. But it would give him the freedom of movement to go as wild as the jock wanted him to without his long legs getting in the way.
"G-get on all fours," Gokudera requested then with a little blush, hoping Yamamoto wouldn't feel bad about that, since he himself had said how he didn't like the position. It was clear in a second, though, that his stupid boyfriend had no such qualms whatsoever, because he eagerly turned around and presented himself.
The Italian couldn't help but grin as he thought how much Yamamoto was like an eager puppy dog sometimes. Maybe this position was the most fitting? With hasty movements, he got the tube from the still open drawer, putting some gel on his hand and rubbing it in fast tugs over his red, hot rod, growling softly.
"Takeshi~i," he moaned the other's name with full yearning as his slick fingers once more slid along his boyfriend's crack, making absolutely sure there was enough lube. Only then did he guide his eager member to his lover's entrance.
Despite all his eagerness and yearning, he went slowly then. His tip pressed against the muscle until it swallowed the whole head. Yamamoto's sounds of distress made his heart ache, but Gokudera knew the pain, and knew that Yamamoto could get used to it. He stood still, only kissing his lover's back and stroking his side. The other's pain would be forgotten soon.
"Breathe against the pain," he whispered as reassuringly as he could. This was only Yamamoto's second time, he tried to remind himself.
Gokudera promised that he would do as he asked, his voice containing so much emotion that Yamamoto practically melted in his hands. Seeing his beloved so open and feeling the same strong emotions that he felt, practically overwhelmed the taller teen. He wanted Gokudera so bad that he wasn't sure if he could sit still for a second longer.
That slight anxiousness only increased tenfold when he felt the Italian's fingers slide out of him. Yamamoto automatically clutched at the other's hip and back desperately as a surprised whine left his throat. The swordsman's eyes widened in a slight panic for a second, wondering if Gokudera had changed his mind, but reassuring words met his ears and calmed him down the next second. His lover was only going to prepare himself for the final act.
With that, Yamamoto was left to wait, his whole body yearning for his beloved to fill him in order to erase the emptiness he now felt.
"Hayato…please…hurry…" The anxious rain guardian practically whined as he fidgeted on the bed, waiting for his lover, who seemed to be contemplating something instead of reaching for the lube like he should be. When he heard Gokudera's stuttered command the next second, Yamamoto couldn't stop himself from blinking in surprise. Had he just heard correctly?
Realizing that he didn't care if he had heard correctly or not, and knowing that all he wanted to feel was Hayato, the taller teen eagerly turned over onto his hands and knees. He spread his legs apart for his beloved before he fully presented himself to the other. In all truth, although he didn't mind the position, he still felt a blush heat up his face out of slight embarrassment. This would be the second time he showcased himself to the other, but this would be the first time he wouldn't see Gokudera's face. The idea was slightly weird, and a little sad if he thought on it for too long, but Yamamoto knew that this was probably the best position considering their height difference and for what he had asked of the other. After all, it had only been moments ago that he had asked Gokudera to be in this same position.
He heard a frantic rustling behind him then. Turning his head to the side, he was barely able to make out the figure of his beloved out of his peripheral vision. Yamamoto practically moaned as he saw the other slick up his hard shaft and growl with yearning. When would Hayato be one with him?! He really couldn't take it anymore!
In that next moment, Yamamoto let out a shuddering moan of desire as he felt his beloved move his fingers along his backside once again, his whole body shivering as Gokudera moaned out his name. When his beloved bomber was done, it was then that the young jock felt something hot and hard press up against his entrance. Shudders of excitement and anxiety mixed together then as Yamamoto tried to relax for the other, but it was hard when sudden pain shot through his system.
Biting his lip to stop himself from crying out as the head of Gokudera's erection fully entered him, the dark-haired swordsman tried his best to relax again. Sadly, his body wasn't behaving the way he wanted it to. His muscles were seizing up as his lover continued to try and push himself into him, and the pain was making it almost impossible to relax. Add the fact that despite his attempts to keep quiet so he wouldn't worry Gokudera, pain-filled whimpers were escaping him with every movement of his lover's hips, and it was getting to the point that Yamamoto didn't know what to do.
Hearing his beloved Italian's reassuring words of advice the next second, he took a steadying breath to calm himself down. He couldn't allow his nerves and his excitement to get to him. Focusing on the rain flames in his body, the rain guardian exuded the calming flames around his head to keep his mind at ease. Yamamoto knew that if he sent the rain flames out towards his nether regions, there was a possibility that he wouldn't be able to control them with Gokudera's distracting actions, so he could end up calming both his and Gokudera's bodies down. With that thought in mind, the young jock knew that he would just have to bear with the pain, but try to keep a calm, level head so that he could focus on relaxing.
"It'll get better, I promise," the Italian said softly between kisses to Yamamoto's back. Soothingly, he stroked the athlete's side. The deep breath seemed to have helped a little. His lover's body relaxed a bit. "That's it, Takeshi... that's good. Slowly, breathe slowly..."
When he felt the jock relax a bit more, Gokudera moved again. He took his time, giving Yamamoto the opportunity to work against the pain. All the while, he stroked and kissed him; soothing him as best as he could. He inched halfway into the incredibly tight heat when he had to stop. It was not just for his lover's sake, but for his own, too.
His reassuring words had stopped, and soon after, he had to bite his lower lip. Yamamoto's oh so fuckin' tight heat was surrounding him like a snug glove. So hot. So perfect. It was almost driving him nuts. In some way, Gokudera understood his lover's over-eagerness that sometimes drove him to be a little too rough too early. The urge to drive himself home right then was incredible! He knew he couldn't do that, though. It would be too much for Yamamoto, and hurt him. So he had stopped halfway; panting almost as badly as his lover.
"Y-you're doing good... very good, Takeshi," Gokudera said with an unsteady voice that was almost a moan.
It was then that he realized the jock's body had stiffened too much again. The little bomber felt almost guilty that he felt so much pleasure when his love did not. He couldn't go any slower, and that would only draw out the pain that could only subside when the pleasure took over. Gokudera reached out with one hand, searching for a nipple, and gently manipulated it. His other hand wrapped around Yamamoto's member afterwards, stroking it slowly.
"Yeah, that's it... That's good, isn't it," he asked huskily when the first moan escaped the rain guardian's lips. Slowly, he inched forward again then. Every distressed sound his lover made, the little Italian tried to counter with a twirl of the nipple and a tug on the other's hard length, until, finally, he buried the last bit of his shaft in one thrust.
"Takeshi! Takeshi...my Takeshi..." Gokudera had thrown his arms around the other when a pained scream escaped him. "I'll make it better... soon...I'll make it better..." Once more, he kissed Yamamoto's back as he kept as still as he could, trying to give him the time to get used to the intrusive flesh that was painfully stretching him.
The little bomber always insisted that he liked to get spoiled, that he was too lazy to do the 'main work', but as the pained sounds escaped his lover, and little tremors ran over his body, he remembered it; the true reason. That one and only time they had reversed their positions, Gokudera had hated it; the pain he had caused his love. He did not want to cause Yamamoto any kind of pain. He himself was used to pain; he was more resilient. The young Italian knew that he could deal with it, but he just could not deal with hurting his most precious, beloved Takeshi.
Yamamoto almost couldn't believe the way Gokudera was treating him. He was acting the complete opposite of what his personality would have someone believe, and Yamamoto adored it. But no matter how much he loved Hayato, the pain from the other's actions was practically overwhelming him. Even his rain flames weren't working, because the pain was too distracting. Just how did Gokudera deal with this every time?!
The taller teen sighed as his lover kissed down his back and caressed his sides. Yamamoto focused on his breathing as his beloved bomber had kindly suggested again, until he finally relaxed.
As soon as Gokudera felt that he was relaxed enough, the other started to push into him once more. The young jock bit into his lip to stifle a groan of pain as his backside felt like it was being stretched even farther apart. Why did it have to burn so badly? Yamamoto swore he could feel tears starting to come to his eyes; and even though Gokudera's sentimental and soothing gestures were touching, they weren't doing much to alleviate his pain. Hadn't they used enough lube?
The dark-haired teen felt his lover stop his movements half way then, leaving Yamamoto to try and get used to the feeling of the other inside of him as Gokudera practically moaned out his reassurances. He was slightly angry then. Why couldn't he enjoy their connection now that they were almost completely one? This just wasn't fair!
Yamamoto automatically felt guilty about his thoughts. It wasn't like Gokudera wanted to purposefully hurt him. In fact, his beloved seemed to be doing his hardest in order to make him feel good. The young jock was just frustrated that the pain was taking away from what he wanted to enjoy.
Just as these thoughts crossed his mind, the young swordsman felt dexterous fingers massage one of his nipples while another hand wrapped gently around his shaft. A breathy moan escaped the jock's lips as Gokudera began to pump his erection slowly, which had softened slightly during the penetration. From there, Yamamoto felt his beloved begin to push his shaft into him further, slight gasps of pain intermingling with moans of pleasure as Gokudera's fingers played skillfully with is nipples and shaft.
When Gokudera thrust the last bit of his length into Yamamoto's heat, the taller teen couldn't suppress the agonized scream that was ripped from his lips. It felt like he was being completely split in two! Shudders of pain ran the length of the rain guardian's body as sweet apologies and promises were whispered into his skin. Yamamoto focused on his breathing in order to try and calm himself as his lover laid soothing kisses across his back.
"P-Please, Hayato…" Yamamoto whispered out between panting breaths, his voice pleading. "Move…please…I want to forget this pain…and everything else…I just want to feel you…only you...I want to drown in your pleasure…"
The dark-haired teen's last words were practically a moan as he got turned on by the idea of Gokudera taking him. The pain was finally going to go away, and he would be able to actually enjoy his beloved. Gokudera was going to make love to him, and Yamamoto didn't doubt for a second that it was going to be amazing.
The jock's whispered pleading caught the Italian's full attention. He half expected the other to beg him to stop and retreat, but the exact opposite was what the rain guardian asked for. A shiver went through the bomber's strained body. There was nothing he wanted to do more than what was asked of him. Still, there was the fear of only hurting Yamamoto more in the end.
"I-I want to give you all you need," he answered with a voice raw with passion and anxiety at the same time.
One hand took hold of his lover's hip as he moved back a little, only to return. It was only a small movement, but already it felt so incredibly good! Yamamoto's heat was gripping him so tightly, and the friction was so perfect! Despite his attempt to hold it in, he moaned at the delicious feeling. In slow movements, he went back and forth, always making the distance a little longer. Even though it was very hard to hold back his rising passions, he moved slowly, deliberately, making sure the jock could adjust to the feeling.
"Y-you feel soooo...soooo fuckin' good," Gokudera couldn't help but moan. Yamamoto's pained groans had given way to sighs and moans of his own. The bomber could hear and feel him get impatient. It was finally breaking his own restraint. He had retreated until only the head of his member was still inside. With a passionate growl, he plunged back into the welcoming heat. The lustful sound Yamamoto uttered then was what drove Gokudera on. He needed to hear more. He needed to make up for the pain he had caused.
Again he plunged into his lover's tight passage, his hand on the other's hip pulling the jock against him at the same time to go as deep as possible. He let his fingers play with the other's hard nipple as he thrust again and again to elicit the most delicious sounds of passion from Yamamoto. As bad as it had felt to hurt the jock, as good as it felt now to know that he was giving these good feelings to his beloved.
Gokudera's voice sounded so mixed when he replied that Yamamoto couldn't help but worry for the other. Had he said something wrong? Had he made his beloved nervous?
Before the taller jock could think on that too long, though, he felt the feisty Italian's hand on his hip. It was soon after this that he felt his beloved pull his hips back slightly; a whine leaving Yamamoto's lips at the movement as a little pain and a feeling of slight emptiness overcame him. He didn't feel that way for long, though, as Gokudera pushed himself slowly back in with a moan. Yamamoto immediately felt the friction between their bodies as a slight grunt of pain and pleasure left his lips. The pain had only been slight this time, which the dark-haired teen was happy for. Pretty soon, his hurt would be nonexistent, and all that would exist would be himself and Hayato.
An excited shudder coursed down Yamamoto's spine at the thought and as Gokudera continued his slow thrusts. With each movement of his beloved's hips, the distance between Gokudera's thrusts gradually grew longer, and with it, Yamamoto's pleasure escalated. His lover's movements were slow, but the passion and precision behind them were almost breathtaking for the young jock.
"Yes, Hayato…just like that…" The rain guardian sighed in pleasure as light moans tumbled from his lips. Gokudera was being so gentle. It was truly touching to be on the receiving end of the other's love.
Although he was touched by how gentle and slow his lover had been going, Gokudera's next words reminded him of what he originally wanted, and it was those same words that got his blood pumping with unrestrained lust. He wanted the other to go as hard and as deep as possible so that he would be able to feel Gokudera even when they couldn't be together.
"Hayato…please…please…" Yamamoto began to beg as his fingers dug into the sheets below him. "Go faster…deeper…"
In the next moment, he got what he wanted. Gokudera pulled back until only the head of his erection was in him and then he thrust back in. The movement was powerful and sent Yamamoto reeling with the rapture he had so longed for. The taller teen's knuckles turned white as he clutched the sheets below him for dear life; the most guttural of moans escaping from his lungs the next second. It was this noise that seemed to finally spur his beloved into action.
Gokudera's thrusts were strong and sure, his hips smacking into his passage harder and faster, and leaving Yamamoto gasping for breath. The friction was so intense that the swordsman felt like he was drowning in pleasure.
"Yes, Hayato! Deeper!" Yamamoto moaned ecstatically as he felt his lover begin to massage one of his nipples as he thrust into him. "Yes! Don't stop! Please don't stop!"
Moans mixed with Yamamoto's begging words; driving Gokudera crazy. It was so fuckin' hot to hear the jock like that and to know he was responsible. A new wave of utter possessiveness came over the little bomber. Yamamoto was so fuckin' sexy, and no one else should ever hear and see him like this. Gokudera needed to be the only one, forever!
With a new, guttural growl, he slammed into his lover. Trying to reach even deeper than before, he once more pulled the jock back and into him. Just the way the other begged him, he picked up speed, their skin slapping, and the sounds of their lovemaking filling the room.
His fingers were twirling and pinching the nipple all the while. His other hand was kneading the other's hip, leaving little bruises with the force he used to pull Yamamoto into him to give him what he needed. Somehow, though, this still wasn't enough. It was the downside of this position. He wanted to kiss his beloved and show him face to face how good he felt! All he could do was lean over the other's back, but since he was smaller, he only reached up to Yamamoto's neck. Still, he kissed there and licked the sensitive skin, trying his best to keep the fast, hard pace, nonetheless.
"Takeshi...so damn hot...feels so good," he moaned into the other's neck, nipping at it the next moment.
But as much as Gokudera tried to reach deep, to change the angle slightly, and as much as Yamamoto seemed to enjoy it, he still couldn't give his lover the ultimate pleasure. Sadly, the little Italian surmised it was because of his height. There still had to be a way and, a moment later, he was sure he knew how.
Once more, he slammed into his beloved jock, but this time he stayed there. He then wrapped his arm around Yamamoto's chest soon afterwards.
"Come with me," he demanded, knowing he wasn't quite strong enough to get his taller boyfriend into the position he wanted him in if the other didn't help. The bomber sat back on his haunches then, pulling the rain guardian up and against his chest. With the full weight of Yamamoto's body pulling him down now, Gokudera sank just a little deeper into his lover's tight heat, making him growl at the erotic feeling.
"Take what you need, Takeshi," Gokudera whispered huskily at the other's ear then, nipping at it tenderly a second later.
The sexiest growl fell from his beloved's lips before Yamamoto felt the other slam himself into him; Gokudera penetrating him deeper than before. A rapturous cry flew from the taller teen's lungs as his beloved began rocking into him harder and faster than before, his movements so possessive that Yamamoto felt more turned on than he could ever remember feeling.
"Ohhhh! Hayato, yes. Yes!" Yamamoto cried out ecstatically as his senses were practically overwhelmed. All he could hear was the sound of the bed creaking below them as their love making escalated to new levels, and all he could feel was his beloved moving inside of him with such a wild fervor that it was taking all of the rain guardian's willpower to not come from the sheer magnitude of it. It really didn't help that Gokudera was tweaking one of his sensitive nipples and kneading the flesh of his hip at the same time as well.
As Gokudera moaned out his pleasure-filled words the next second, Yamamoto felt the other nip at his neck, turning the jock on even more.
"Oh~! Fuck me, Hayato…fuck me…" the taller teen gasped out in a sort of mantra, switching between his garbled commands and calling out his lover's name over and over again. He never wanted the feeling of their union to stop, but, all of a sudden, with the next thrust, Gokudera refused to move.
"Hayato…?" The dark-haired swordsman whined out in question as he fidgeted restlessly below his lover, but, the next minute, he felt the bomber's arms around his chest, and heard Gokudera's whispered command in his ear.
"But…" Yamamoto started out with slight confusion, wondering why his beloved wanted to end their moment by coming together then, but when he felt Gokudera pull back against his chest with persistence, the rain guardian knew that he had misunderstood. With shuddering excitement coursing through him again, he did as his lover asked by pushing himself slowly into an upright position. The change in position produced automatic results. Yamamoto immediately felt his lover sink deeper into his heat, the intensity of the feeling causing the taller teen to moan long and low; the other's deep, internal presence making him gasp with intense need.
When Gokudera's next words reached his ears, the young jock gasped breathlessly at his beloved's intentions and as he felt the other nip sexily at his ear. Yamamoto was trembling from so much desire then, all he could do was moan in response as he felt his lover begin to nip and bite along his jaw and down to his neck, like he was begging him to move; begging Yamamoto to ride him.
The taller teen felt beads of precum at his tip as the thought of riding his beloved backwards sent pleasurable shivers down his spine. The thought was so enticing, but Yamamoto wouldn't do it unless Gokudera promised him something in return.
"I will, as long as you meet me half way," the overwhelmed rain guardian uttered on shuddering breath as he leaned back against his lover, Gokudera's warm chest meeting with his heated back. Yamamoto moved his head a bit so that he could peer at his lover out of his periphery, his hazel orbs pleading with great intensity. "I never want to feel you stop, Hayato. I love it when you move against me, within me…"
With that, Yamamoto's hands came down to grip the sheets below him before he turned his head away from his lover and raised his hips, Gokudera's member sliding out of him until only the head remained inside. There the taller teen remained; his position almost teasing.
"Fuck me, Hayato," Yamamoto moaned out breathlessly then, his voice hot and needy as his body shivered with anticipation. "I want you to take me with everything you have. I want you to work with me, to love me like this is our last moment together. I want to feel all that you have to offer. Everything. I know I'm acting selfishly, but I just want you to possess me so thoroughly that I won't be able to think clearly until I'm with you again."
And, with that, Yamamoto glanced back at his beloved, his voice raw with everything he felt for his lover then.
"Please, Hayato…Love me…"
A very needy moan was the answer to his offer. Gokudera nipped at every stretch of skin he could reach in his position as his lover trembled in his arms. Since he didn't need to hold onto Yamamoto's hip anymore, both hands roamed the other's body then, stroking, teasing.
The jock leaned into him a little more, demanding that he meet him halfway. "Of course...of course I will," he agreed passionately. All the jock needed to do was move. It was Gokudera that was getting impatient, now. The other's next words only made this feeling double. Their gazes met over Yamamoto's shoulder. The hazel eyes of his lover were full of desire and need, igniting a possessive fire in their jade counterparts. Another growl escaped his throat. "And I love your tight heat gripping me."
A long drawn moan was his answer to Yamamoto's next move. His lover hovered above him, begging him to get fucked. How the hell was he supposed to deny the sexiest request ever uttered on this earth?! The jock's words were making him horny as hell and were going straight to his heart at the same time. Why? Why was Yamamoto so fuckin' perfect, no matter what he did? Even in this role (which he was only in for the second time) he was the epitome of sexiness! He always knew what to say and how to act. Gokudera once again couldn't believe that this man was willing to be with him, that he was his.
"I'm the selfish one, because I will never share you; I will never let you leave me. You're mine...just like I'm yours," the little bomber answered in a thick voice.
Once more their eyes met. Once more Yamamoto begged. There was no denying the request.
Gokudera again gripped the jock's hip and thrust upward, hard. Only a little pull at the hip was needed and his lover pushed down, the two of them meeting halfway with a resounding slap, his hard shaft reaching deep and finally brushing the jock's sweet spot.
Yamamoto's reaction was all that the little bomber needed. It made him mad with the desire to give his lover everything. Hard and fast he drove upwards and into him, targeting that bundle of nerves that would make the athlete forget about any pain he had felt. The friction this caused was incredible and practically drove Gokudera to the edge, but he needed to hold out. In his attempt to distract himself and keep himself from cumming, he bit and sucked at Yamamoto's neck and shoulder.
"Takeshi...ah...Takeshi...my love," he moaned between bites, his voice becoming more urgent as he gave his all in fucking his love like he had begged him to.
Yamamoto saw the intense lust shining in his lover's jade green eyes before he felt the little tug against his hips. Knowing what was expected of him, the tanned swordsman slammed his hips down as his beloved met him halfway like he had promised. Yamamoto felt Gokudera's shaft push into him with such force that it went even deeper than before and hit his sweet spot. The most erotic scream was ripped from the rain guardian's lungs, and that seemed to invigorate his lover into action.
The dark-haired teen received no rest then as he and Gokudera thrust wildly against each other, Hayato's erection hitting Yamamoto's sweet spot over and over again.
"Ahhhhh! Yes, Hayato! Yes! Right there! Don't stop! Oh fuck…" Yamamoto screamed with every movement of their hips as the most overwhelming pleasure overtook his senses. He could feel his abdominal muscles begin to coil, and with Gokudera's erotic moans and the smaller teen biting and sucking on his shoulder as they screwed each other senseless, the jock knew that he wouldn't last too much longer.
Wanting the both of them to experience orgasms at the same time, Yamamoto shifted his hands from the bed to Gokudera's knees, which gave him better leverage. An instant later, the taller teen's downward thrusts became even more powerful, the friction between them increasing tenfold to the point that the pleasure was practically blinding.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck, Hayato! Yes! Fuck yes!" Yamamoto screamed at the top of his lungs. He was so lost in the most intense pleasure he had ever felt that he no longer knew what he was saying, or that he had starting cussing just like his boyfriend. His raunchy moans only escalated with each thrust of their hips, leaving Yamamoto unable to think about anything else besides the moment they were in. He didn't even realize how possessive he was beginning to sound.
"You're mine…Only mine…No one else's…Oh, Hayato, yes~!"
He would never be able to survive if Gokudera decided to give himself to another. This connection they had was too powerful to forget. It would literally kill him if he lost the other.
The pleasure between them was mounting then, both of them so close to their final destination. The rain guardian was so overwhelmed by the pleasure then that he could actually feel his eyes tearing up.
"Oh, Hayato…I love you so much…" Yamamoto's voice was so raw then and so filled with devotion for the other that he actually felt himself begin to choke up. It had always felt amazing to top Gokudera, but when their positions were reversed it became something else entirely for Yamamoto. Having Gokudera show him how much he loved him was beyond anything the taller teen could ask for.
The more passionate the two of them became, the more vocal the jock got. Yamamoto shifted his hands onto Gokudera's knees and, the next thing the bomber knew, it got even wilder. Under different circumstances, he might have laughed to hear his mild mannered lover cuss like a sailor. As it was, though, it turned him on like crazy. It was so unlike the jock, and he was the one to make him utter these words! It was a side of his boyfriend no one else should ever find out about. He didn't care what the neighbors heard, though; he never even thought about them at all. All he knew was that Yamamoto was the most incredibly sexy creature on this earth, and that he was blessed to be with him.
Possessive claims tumbled from his boyfriend's lips then, which stirred Gokudera from his thoughts and made him feel even more excited.
"Yours...only yours...forever...there can be...no other!" The storm guardian agreed from the bottom of his heart. Yamamoto was the only one for him. He was the one that had opened him up to the possibility of getting loved in the first place. No one would ever understand him like Yamamoto did, and he could never be as open with anyone else. Also, Gokudera knew deep in his heart that no other living creature could be as patient with him as his lover or could stand to be around him for too long like this. That was why he could never ever let Yamamoto leave.
The next exclamation was almost too much. The depth of the feeling in this declaration of love was overwhelming to the little bomber. No matter how long or how far apart they would be the next years, nothing and no one would be able to get between them. They would make it through because of the depth of their love for each other.
Gokudera knew what he wanted to answer with, but he just couldn't. His voice caught somewhere in his throat. Instead, his arm wrapped tight around Yamamoto's chest, while his other hand closed around the other's dripping, aching cock. Almost desperately, he slammed upwards and hit his lover's sweet spot, his hand moving at the same wild rhythm. They were both so close to the edge that not too much was needed.
"TAKESHI~!" The name was torn from the depth of the little bomber's being as he finally couldn't keep it in any longer and came hard, filling the jock's tight channel with his seed. As the intense orgasm ripped through him and fireworks exploded behind his eyes, he once more bit his lover's shoulder, marking him for the world. His hand and hips moved frantically, taking Yamamoto along and making it last for as long as he possibly could.
When he felt Gokudera's arm tighten around his chest, and felt his beloved's other hand come out to wrap around his now weeping erection, Yamamoto knew that his words had affected his beloved bomber more than the other was actually letting on. The Italians' arm and hand were wrapped around him so possessively that the taller teen felt like he was going to come then and there. That feeling only escalated when the storm guardian started pounding into him at such a desperate pace that all Yamamoto had time to utter were surprised gasps and ecstatic moans as his entrance was plundered so thoroughly, and his shaft was practically rubbed raw by the other's wild hand. Yamamoto had never felt anything like this before. Did Gokudera always feel this way when the young jock was above him?
Before the dark-haired teen could think on this for too long, he heard his name being screamed out in the most erotic fashion he had ever heard, and he felt his cavern being filled with the warm seed of his lover. Hearing and feeling his lover orgasm behind him as Gokudera bit hard into his shoulder to leave his most definitive mark yet, Yamamoto didn't last a second longer.
"HAYATO~! YES! YES!" Yamamoto screamed over and over again as the longest and greatest orgasm he had ever experienced ripped through his system. His toes curled deliciously as waves and waves of pleasure washed through him, his back arched wantonly, and he closed his eyes with rapture as blinding sparks of white clouded his sight. The taller teen's seed shot out to cover his chest and stomach as Gokudera continued to thrust into him at a wild and desperate pace. Yamamoto thrust back just as desperately as his inner muscles spasmed and constricted along the bomber's length, greedily milking Gokudera for everything he was worth and leaving no drop of the other's semen spared.
As the last needy thrust from their orgasm met halfway, and the two of them winded down, Yamamoto felt himself fall back against his lover completely spent. Somehow, even though he assumed Gokudera was just as exhausted as him, his beloved bomber kept them sitting upright, his arm still wrapped possessively around the rain guardian's chest as the two of them reveled in their union.
Yamamoto didn't know how long they stayed there catching their breaths, still connected to each other, but when his beloved fidgeted and moved backwards to finally lay down, the dark-haired teen felt his silver-haired companion slip out of him; their connection severed.
As the young swordsman lay down beside his lover, the most intense feeling of emptiness he had ever felt took hold of him. His body felt so cold, like it was missing something important, something essential to keep on going. Yamamoto shivered at the hollow feeling, his voice desperately calling out his lover's name for reassurance.
The distressed rain guardian got his wish a second later as he felt Gokudera's arms surround him. Yamamoto held onto the other desperately then as he intertwined their legs and buried his face into the other's neck, trying to get as close to his beloved as possible again.
Yamamoto didn't know who initiated it first, but soon after he felt his lover's comforting body heat against him, their lips connected into a powerful kiss. Their tongues tangled together slowly and passionately, their movements becoming more tender and loving as the kiss continued. By the time the young jock parted his lips from his beloveds', full exhaustion was taking over him.
Feeling warm and safe in Gokudera's embrace, and with exhaustion clouding his hazel eyes, the happiest and most content smile he had ever felt crossed the taller teen's lips as he stared deeply into Gokudera's jade-green gaze. It was only a second later that Yamamoto closed his eyes because he was unable to keep them open; his smile ever present as he fell into a deep slumber.
As his own name filled his ears, a new wave of ecstasy washed through the bomber. His lover's hard flesh pulsed in his hand, thick rivulets running over his skin. All around his pumping shaft Yamamoto's muscles convulsed, massaging him, increasing the friction and milking him with every thrust. For as long as the jock still made a sound, Gokudera moved until the two of them were utterly exhausted.
His beloved sank against him then. The Italian held one hand behind him as he sank back on his haunches, holding Yamamoto tight and secured against himself. For a long moment, they stayed that way, unable to let go and end their very special union. If he could have, Gokudera would have let it go on for eternity, but, in the end, his body was just too exhausted. His legs were tingling from the weight, and he just couldn't hold his taller boyfriend up any longer. Slowly and carefully, he lay back. No matter how careful he was, though, he couldn't prevent his slackened member from slipping from Yamamoto's warmth.
The most heart-wrenching cry escaped his love's lips then. Gokudera knew the feeling, but he had thought that was just him. He had assumed that the emptiness he always felt when they parted was a physical manifestation of his desperate need to be loved by Yamamoto. Hearing that same feeling in his love's voice made Gokudera feel the same pain, but also proved to him how much the other needed him, too.
He wrapped his arms around his love, pulling him in tight then. Yamamoto made their legs intertwine, getting them as close as physically possible. They held each other tightly, clinging desperately as if they wanted to make up for the time when they wouldn't be together.
It was just a natural next step that their lips met then. They kissed slow and deep, and with all the love they felt for each other. There was no domination involved; it was the dance of two equals that just needed to be together.
When they finally parted for air, Yamamoto looked more beautiful than ever. His raven hair was disheveled, his eyes warm, his mouth swollen and rosy from their kiss but still turned up in the most stupid, satisfied grin ever. For a second, his boyfriend managed to hold his gaze before his eyelids drooped. Utter exhaustion had claimed his beloved jock and Gokudera felt the exact same way. He knew he should gather his strength and at least clean them up, but there was no strength left to gather. All he could manage was getting the covers up around them before he tenderly kissed the jock's forehead good-night, and wrapped Yamamoto in a tight embrace to make him feel loved and safe for the night. A satisfied sleep claimed the little bomber only seconds later.