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So, we're back with the second chapter! The moment you've been waiting for, it's lemony goodness time ;D Yamamoto did a very good job of reminding Gokudera what he's been missing out on, and our strong willed storm guardian finally caves. But really, who can blame him, huh? XD
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Chapter 2
By the time that they entered his room, Yamamoto's patience was completely shot. He couldn't take this anymore. It had been a week since he had last touched his beloved in an intimate sense, a full torturous week without being connected to the one he truly loved the most. The dark-haired teen knew that he wouldn't be able to take another minute, let alone another day or, hell, another week! His whole body physically ached so much for the other that it now even hurt to breathe.
When Gokudera shut the door behind them, sealing them into the private room, away from his father's prying eyes, the frustrated rain guardian turned to face his lover with a feverish hunger. Just like he had been downstairs, Gokudera still had his hair up, which gave Yamamoto tantalizing access to the creamy smooth skin of his exposed neck. Not only that, but his lover could no longer hide his expressive eyes behind his silvery bangs. Instead, they were framed by his dark-rimmed glasses like a beautiful painting on full display. As the hungry swordsman made his way slowly towards his lover, he noticed how Gokudera's jade-green orbs burned into his with just as much yearning and need. Despite how he obviously felt, though, and just like his lover's nature, Gokudera feebly tried to deter him by saying that they needed to focus on their homework. Yamamoto knew that Gokudera had never even cared about doing homework in the first place, though. And he certainly wasn't clamoring to do it either.
"The only thing I need to thoroughly study is you," the young swordsman stated hungrily, his voice deep with unbridled desire as he walked ever closer to his lover until he had him pinned against the door, his hands placed on both sides of Gokudera's head as the feisty bomber stared up at him with lust, and not even bothering to try and get away. "It's been so long, Hayato…"
As he said this, Yamamoto drew ever closer to his beloved until his lips just ghosted over Gokudera's jaw. With teasing movements, Yamamoto trailed slow, heated kisses from his lover's jaw down to his neck until he reached the collar of Gokudera's shirt. The raven-haired teen's heartbeat quickened with each kiss, his need for the other growing even stronger as light gasps of pleasure escaped his beloved's lips with each kiss he made.
"Please, Hayato," Yamamoto begged in earnest as he nipped at the other's earlobe and pressed his already hard erection into Gokudera's crotch, earning a surprised gasp from the silver-haired teen before him. "I promise I'll be quiet…just…let me love you…"
With a slight tilt of his head then, rich hazel orbs met sparkling jade with a heady desperation.
"I need you, Hayato…"
In the low, utterly sexy voice that always got Gokudera hot and bothered, Yamamoto stated that the only thing he wanted to study was him. How on earth was he supposed to stick to his convictions under these circumstances? He just couldn't, not when his whole body seemed to be on fire, consumed by the yearning he felt for the other. They had gone without sex for much longer than a week before, but not when they were in close proximity like this. It was torture, not only for the jock but for himself as well.
Gokudera couldn't keep the desire from glazing over his eyes, and couldn't stop the soft tremors going through his body as his boyfriend finally was upon him, pinning him to the door. It would have been possible to escape, if he really wanted to, but he didn't. No matter how much the logical part of him screamed at him that this was a bad idea and that if they started anything they wouldn't stop, he just didn't listen.
Takeshi whispered how long it had been, his voice so full of yearning that it was all Gokudera could do to keep himself from answering that it had actually been an eternity. That's what it felt like, at least. And that was also why he couldn't keep the soft gasps of pleasure tumbling from his lips as soon as Yamamoto's lips ghosted over his skin. The kisses that followed made heat pool in his lower regions. Gokudera felt himself lift his chin, and turn his head slightly to give his lover even easier access to his neck. Every heated kiss elicited a soft moan, and made his heart beat faster and his desire grow.
It was then that Yamamoto pressed his hard erection into him and begged. The smaller bomber couldn't stop an eager gasp from escaping him at the feeling of his lover's desire, and he actually didn't want to hide it. It just felt too good. When the other promised he would keep quiet, Gokudera told himself that it should be okay; he ignored the warnings in his head and the voice asking him if he himself could be quiet (something he really wasn't known for). The desire to feel Takeshi and be one with him was just too strong for anything else to get in the way. He just couldn't help himself.
"I need you, too, Takeshi," Gokudera answered breathlessly, all his love and desire filling his voice and his eyes as he looked up at the other one. Reaching up with one hand, he buried his fingers in the other's thick, black hair, while the other one took hold of Yamamoto's firm ass. Biting his lower lip to stifle a deep moan, the feisty bomber pulled the jock in even tighter and rubbed their crotches together in a tantalizing fashion.
His lover's answer set fire to Yamamoto's entire body, imbuing him with unrestrained passion as he felt Gokudera's hands in his hair and against his ass. When his beloved brought him in closer and started grinding sensually against him, Yamamoto completely lost it. With a starving growl leaving his lips, the taller teen pressed himself completely against the other, his groin rubbing in sync against his lover's as he swooped in for a devouring kiss.
The actions themselves caused Gokudera to gasp against him, making it all too easy for Yamamoto to take full control of their kiss as his tongue eagerly explored his lover's mouth. Gokudera's unique bittersweet taste practically exploded against his tongue as he roved over every surface he could reach within his lover's cavern. It had been so long since they had last done this that it was almost like a shock to the young jock's system. He felt almost like a child that had gone so long without eating candy and, now that he was finally getting a taste again, Yamamoto had a feeling that he was going to go overboard with his indulgence, as if to make up for lost time. In his mind, he knew that this could be potentially dangerous for both him and his lover, especially if they both wanted to be as quiet as possible. At the same time, though, Yamamoto's mind was on autopilot and did not wish to be disturbed by such 'trivial' thoughts because this exact moment was far more important than whatever the future might have waiting for them.
Pushing whatever thoughts he had to the side then, Yamamoto disentangled his tongue from Gokudera's just as eager appendage in order to catch his breath. With one look at his lover's face, though, his jade-green eyes glazed over with lust, his cheeks dusted with a heated blush, and his panting mouth lush and red from their intense kiss, Yamamoto barely had time to draw in another breath before he was upon the silver-haired teen again. With his hips still grinding against his lover's groin, Yamamoto started planting feverish kisses against Gokudera's lips as one of his hands started to roam down the other's chest; the other one still planted against the door to give him leverage as he ground into the other. The kisses themselves were nothing but teeth and tongue, filled with a carnal frenzy that could only be brought about by intense sexual frustration.
As Yamamoto's hand drew further south, ghosting over Gokudera's clothed stomach until it reached the hem of his shirt, the taller teen drew away from his beloved's mouth to start lavishing his jaw and neck with licks and nips. He heard Gokudera struggling to keep quiet, the hitches of his breath and his muted gasps the only thing reaching Yamamoto's ears as his hand slipped underneath his lover's shirt. With loving caresses, the yearning rain guardian traced his hand up until it reached one of Gokudera's nipples. He rubbed his thumb over it a few times as he continued to grind against the other and nip at his neck. Then, with two fingers, he twisted Gokudera's delicate nub at the same time that he bit hard into the junction of the other's neck and shoulder, and ground roughly against his groin.
When his lover uttered a low, guttural growl, it made the Italian's body shiver and even more blood rush southwards. Next thing Gokudera knew, his lips were claimed; the jock pressing into him with his full body. The soft moan he uttered in answer to the action was instantly used by Yamamoto to seize his wet cavern.
Only when the eager tongue touched his intimately, and tasted him thoroughly, did the young Italian realize how very, very much he had missed this feeling. How had they gone for so long without it, even though they were close enough to do it every day? His mind was getting too fuzzy to think about it as he was thoroughly ravished by Yamamoto and enjoyed every second of it. That was why his tongue followed the jock's when it left him, but it was to no avail. The kiss ended, and even though he was almost as out of breath as his lover, he whimpered pitifully.
As he looked up and into Yamamoto's beautiful hazel eyes, he saw the deep hunger that was still flashing behind his irises. Before Gokudera could even think of begging for more, the other one was on him again. This time his boyfriend had chosen his neck. The smaller bomber knew only too well how much his boyfriend loved the expanse of pale skin and leaving his mark all over it. Although he had tried to stop Takeshi a few times in the beginning of their relationship, because the hickeys might give them away, it had never worked. Gokudera himself liked the attention and arousing mixture of pleasure and pain too much to really impress the danger of getting caught by the Tenth on Yamamoto. Rather, part of his next month's pay had gone into buying some more turtleneck shirts to wear to camouflage the colorful proof of the jock's love for him.
So it was now that Gokudera was stretching his neck, enjoying every bit of attention showered on his sensitive neck. All he could do to keep quiet (as fuzzy as his brain was getting, some voice inside was still vehemently insisting on that fact) was to bite his lower lip. Yet some sounds were escaping him, especially with the constant grinding against his by now very hard and sensitive flesh.
A moment later, the little problem of keeping quiet was rendered void when Yamamoto's demanding lips claimed his again. Their kisses became more heated then. The feverish movements of their hips was driving both of them wild with desire. Obviously yearning for even more contact because of that, the rain guardian was stroking down his chest and stomach to sneak under his shirt a moment later.
Until then, Gokudera's moans and gasps had been drowned in their heated kisses, but now the other one decided he'd rather pay attention to his jaw and neck once more. With every nip and lick it got harder to keep his pleasured sounds inside (why was he doing that again?), especially when the jock's calloused hand was tenderly stroking the bare skin under his shirt.
Things got really problematic, though, once Takeshi's hand reached his nipples. Expertly, the jock rubbed the little nub to make it hard and even more sensitive. Gokudera was biting his lip ever harder to keep himself from moaning out loud. It was all in vain a second later when his idiotic boyfriend twirled his nipple at the same time as he ground into him even more demandingly, and bit his shoulder to top it off. There was no way Gokudera could keep quiet.
"Aaah!" He cried out in ecstasy, the sound itself stripping away the sex-induced cobwebs and making him realize the danger of the situation. "Finally, Yamamoto! You got that formula right! Maybe you're not quite as hopeless as I thought," Gokudera shouted out, trying to create a context that somehow matched with his ecstatic cry, should Tsuyoshi-san have actually heard him. At the same time, his hands had grabbed his lover's shoulders, pushing him away, and holding him at arm's length.
"W-We need t-to take this away from the door," he told Yamamoto breathlessly. It wasn't easy for him to stop what they were doing, but one of them had to consider the consequences, and one look at his boyfriend told Gokudera it wasn't the jock. "The bed is at the far end of the room and I can use the pillows to stifle any more sounds." At least that was what the Italian hoped for.
As soon as Gokudera's ecstatic cry reached Yamamoto's ears, the young jock felt a surge of passion course through him and his hard cock twitch with lustful desire. He wanted to hear more. The next thing he heard, though, wasn't another moan, but a sudden exclamation about him understanding a question.
Complete confusion overcame the rain guardian and actually caused him to stop his ministrations, his brow crinkling in thought as to what was going on.
The dark-haired teen received his answer a few seconds later when he felt his lover's hands on his shoulders and the other pushing him slightly back so that their eyes met. Gokudera spoke to him breathlessly then, telling him that they needed to get away from the door and how he could keep quiet better if he had a pillow to use. The information traveled into Yamamoto's ears but barely transmitted to his brain because he was so caught up in how utterly sexy his boyfriend looked. His glasses were slightly askew and some loose hairs were hanging around his face and neck because of their rough make-out session earlier. Add the fact that his beloved's cheeks were still flushed with crimson and that he was panting out his words in breathless whispers, and Yamamoto was close to forgetting what he had heard and ready to slam Gokudera up against the door and ravage him some more.
Seeing how serious his lover was, though, kept Yamamoto in check—barely. With hazel eyes still burning with a passionate fire, Yamamoto nodded his head in understanding before he stepped back from his silver-haired partner and slipped his shirt over his head before tossing it carelessly to the side.
"If you want your clothes intact, I suggest you should start to strip, too," Yamamoto growled out lustfully, showcasing his lover that if they were going to move to the bed they better do it fast, because he could barely contain himself anymore.
Gokudera stared at him hungrily for a second, his jade-green eyes roaming over his bare, tanned chest before he snapped out of his daze and started doing as Yamamoto suggested. Seeing his lover hurrying to slip off his socks, Yamamoto took his eyes off the feisty bomber to do the same. By the time the rain guardian was only left in his pants, he was in time to see a now bare-foot Gokudera slipping his shirt over his head. The young swordsman stared with an intense hunger as more of his lover's creamy smooth skin was revealed to him.
And, with that, all of Yamamoto's restraint snapped like weak thread.
His lover had barely tossed his shirt to the floor before Yamamoto was all over him, kissing every centimeter of the other's skin he could reach. The momentum of the rain guardian's body pushed both of them backwards, though, until the back of Gokudera's knees hit the bed. As the both of them fell onto the bed, a low grunt of surprise emitted from Gokudera's throat as Yamamoto landed on top of him. The taller teen quickly lifted himself up off of the other, though, to give his beloved some breathing room, before he started kissing down the other's body with feverish desire.
Yamamoto felt his lover squirm under his ministrations, muted gasps and moans catching in his throat as the raven-haired teen finally reached the hem of the silver-haired teen's tight pants. With hurried fingers, Yamamoto quickly undid his beloved's belt and zipper before he slipped Gokudera's pants and underwear down until the other's hard, pulsating member sprung free. Without skipping a beat, Yamamoto licked one slow stripe up from the base of his lover's cock until the tip of his tongue dipped into the other's slit.
For a moment there, the young Italian had no idea if his words even had gotten through to his sex-crazed boyfriend. Yamamoto looked at him as if he was the last piece of fatty tuna sushi in all of Namimori. Now, normally this would flatter Gokudera extremely and turn him on at the same time, yet right at this moment, he really needed to keep his focus. Luckily, for whatever reason, his lover's spell was broken enough for him to retreat back into the room.
A sigh of relief was just about to leave the feisty bomber's lips when Yamamoto pulled off his shirt. The sight of the gorgeous, muscular, well-tanned, naked chest would have made him moan if he hadn't bitten into his lower lip just in time.
In a low, growling voice that sent shivers down Gokudera's spine, the jock told him to strip if he wanted to keep his clothes intact. He actually knew from experience that this wasn't an empty threat. As sexy as it was to feel Takeshi go wild and even tear his clothes to get him naked as fast as possible, Gokudera's clothes were too important to him (not to mention expensive) to enjoy the short-lived thrill too often. That was why he shook himself from the fascinating view of the jock's body to slip off his socks while he moved closer to the bed. When he was almost there, he pulled off his shirt. The next thing he knew, Yamamoto was all over him.
The passionate assault had Gokudera panting and gasping as he was pushed backwards by the taller and heavier body of the rain guardian. He felt the back of his legs connect with the bed and was unable to keep himself upright with the jock still pressing eagerly into his body. A second later, all air was knocked out of him when he landed on the bed with Yamamoto right on top of him. Gokudera was gasping for breath as soon as the other lifted himself off of him, his gasps soon turning into soft moans because of the hot kisses the jock was planting onto his skin.
Just like his words had suggested a few moments ago, Yamamoto wasn't losing any time. Already he was fiddling with the feisty bomber's pants, which came off together with his underpants about a second later. Gokudera's head was spinning. As he looked down, trying to find a focusing point in his beloved's deep hazel eyes, he saw the other's rosy tongue come out to lick his shaft. With quick reflexes, Gokudera was just in time to grab himself a pillow before his lover descended upon him.
Unlike what Yamamoto seemed to think, this last week hadn't been easy for him either. While he knew that his boyfriend had made some longer bathroom trips that had nothing to do with the nominal use of the place, Gokudera himself had abstained from any such behavior for the same reason he had tried to keep his boyfriend at bay. He was a guest in this house, and he tried to be respectful of that. Because of this fact, though, he was especially sensitive to Takeshi's touch now.
His first deep moan was covered by the pillow just fine, but when the other's tongue teased his hypersensitive slit, he had to bite into the fabric covering his face to keep himself from crying out. There was nothing he could do to keep his body from arching eagerly into his lover's more than welcome administrations, though.
As Gokudera arched underneath him, the wanton flesh of his member brushing Yamamoto's eager lips, the taller teen couldn't help but notice how successful his lover was being at keeping quiet. Feeling the other squirm and shiver in pleasure below felt off somehow without the other's usual noises accompanying the actions. In fact, Yamamoto could feel a twinge of dissatisfaction because he couldn't quite tell if what he was doing was getting better for his lover and if he was fully enjoying the experience.
With this dissatisfaction adding to his sexual frustration, Yamamoto's mind became muddled, focusing only on his deepest desires and not the possible outcomes his next actions might bring.
In one swift movement, the frustrated rain guardian wrapped his lips over the tip of his boyfriend's pulsating cock as one of his hands came to wrap around the base. With eager movements, Yamamoto started pumping Gokudera's shaft while shallowly bobbing his mouth over the head, his tongue constantly rubbing against the sensitive vein on the underside of the shaft and the other's slit. The taller teen felt his lover squirm under his ministrations, his hips beginning to move in time with his actions until Yamamoto restrained the other's hips with his free hand. Glancing upwards, the raven-haired teen mentally cursed at his predicament. Not only could he not hear his beloved respond to him, but now he couldn't even gauge the other's reaction because of the pillow blocking his face!
Feeling very indignant at these turns of events, Yamamoto decided to step up his game. His mind was feverish with both desire for the other's body and to be able to see and hear his lover again as he pleasured him senseless. He just couldn't stand the situation anymore!
Retracting his lips from Gokudera's member after lapping at the other's slit one more time to taste the just budding drops of pre-cum that were starting to surface, Yamamoto continued to pump his beloved's shaft as his mouth traced lower until he reached the other's sac. With one hand continuing to pump his beloved's shaft and the other hand rubbing soothing circles against Gokudera's inner thigh, Yamamoto took turns lavishing the silver-haired teen's hanging orbs with eager sucks and licks. Just like before, he felt Gokudera squirm and shiver desirably under his ministrations, but, as seconds began to tick by, no distinctive sounds escaped his beloved's lips, no cries of pleasure indicated that his lover was truly enjoying his advances, and no facial cues were given due to the blasted pillow.
Yamamoto wanted nothing more than to tear the pillow apart by this point.
Growling in irritation, the agitated swordsman stopped what he was doing completely before he spread his lover's legs apart so that he could get access to the other's entrance. He was going to test out if his lover could continue to keep quiet after what he was going to do next.
Without even a slight hint of hesitation, Yamamoto leaned forward and licked around the ring of his beloved's entrance. He felt Gokudera squirm more than ever as he continued to massage the other's entrance with his tongue until the muscle gave way underneath him. His tongue was bombarded more than ever by Gokudera's unique, heady flavor as he lavished the other in his most intimate of places, his tongue rimming his lover's entrance with passionate abandon as it roved over everything it could reach.
The young Italian had to press the pillow even tighter onto his face once Yamamoto took him into his mouth. Gokudera's glasses were pressing painfully into the bridge of his nose, but if he lifted the pillow now, the whole neighborhood would surely hear him. His boyfriend was just so good!
Trying his best to stay quiet, while at the same time not suffocating himself to death, the storm guardian clawed at the pillow and tried to show his lover how good it was by moving his hips encouragingly. Of course, Yamamoto stopped him short a moment later, but that was to be expected. For one, he couldn't see what he was doing and might accidentally hurt his boyfriend, and also the jock surely didn't want him to go too wild and cum early.
A moment later, Gokudera had to stifle a sad whimper with the pillow when he felt himself leave Takeshi's hot, tight lips. Cool air hit his wet member then and made him shiver. Unsure of what to expect next, the silver-haired bomber felt himself tense up with expectation. It made him arch once more when the heated tongue licked his balls. Again he had to bite the pillow to keep himself from crying out in ecstasy as the other sucked at the sensitive flesh. He felt himself shivering from all the pent up energy by now, but there was nothing he could do about it.
The next moment, he seemed to have been granted a moment's reprieve. Yamamoto had ceased all action and Gokudera dared to lift the pillow enough to draw in some much needed air, but that was when his legs were spread even further apart. This was it. Soon, very soon he would feel his lover's fingers and then...what he craved the most.
Mentally ready to feel the cold touch of the lube, Gokudera almost died of shock when he felt the heated, wet, rough texture of the other's tongue touch him in his most intimate place. There was nothing that felt quite like this. The first time Yamamoto had tried it, the feisty bomber had felt incredibly embarrassed. He had no idea how the jock could just do things like that! But it had felt so fuckin' good that he hadn't been able to keep quiet; moaning and screaming like some wanton whore. Of course this had only spurred his crazy lover on. The other had told him how much he loved to hear his cries of ecstasy and how much they turned him on in turn. Yamamoto was a generous lover like that. He didn't demand anything of Gokudera, but rather gave his all to pleasure him in any way possible.
While the jock was still rimming him, massaging his intimate entrance with his tongue, the storm guardian somehow still kept it together, but once the tongue entered him, he totally lost himself to the sensations. The need to keep quiet, the very reason why he had to, and any rational thoughts at all, left him.
Gokudera tore the pillow off his face and arched underneath Yamamoto's agile tongue.
"Fuck! Aaaah! Takeshi! So...fuckin' go~od," he was shouting out in wild abandon at the incredible feelings his lover was bestowing upon him.
Owing to the fact that he hadn't touched himself for over a week, and the expertise with which his boyfriend pleasured him then, Gokudera came undone right then and there. Shouting his lover's name again and again, his body arched once more, his cock twitching as it drenched Yamamoto's pumping hand as his semen spilled forth.
With every movement of his tongue, Yamamoto was starting to lose hope that he would hear his lover's voice. To his utter surprise, though, he saw Gokudera push the pillow off of him, arch with his last tongue thrust and start screaming wildly. Just hearing the raptured screams of his lover was overjoying to the young swordsman. For a moment, he feared that he wasn't pleasuring the other adequately, but with each pump of his hand and thrust of his tongue, his beloved squirmed underneath him and screamed all the more. Before Yamamoto could begin to wonder if he should continue tonguing his lover since he was being so vocal now, Gokudera orgasmed, his hot semen dribbling down onto his pumping hand as a constant stream of his name left the silver-haired teen's lips.
After he was done pumping his beloved for all he was worth, Yamamoto retracted his tongue and peered up at the now completely relaxed Italian above him. Gokudera looked utterly satiated as his breath started to even out. His glasses were low on his nose and slightly askew, and his hair was a mess from constantly tossing his head back and forth. A light sheen of sweat glistened on his porcelain skin, and his cheeks still had a tinge of rosiness to them. Yamamoto could feel his cock twitch at the sight of the completely fuckable looking teen. He wanted nothing more than to ravish the other in that moment.
With an all-consuming hunger taking over his thoughts, the eager rain guardian retracted his messy hand from his lover's now flaccid cock and spat into it, mixing his saliva in with the other's semen covering his hand. Barely containing the excitement and anticipation bubbling within him, Yamamoto rubbed the mixed fluid over his pulsating erection, thoroughly soaking it to the best of his abilities. Knowing that his lover was in his post-orgasm bliss, and thus, utterly relaxed at the moment, and considering the fact that he had stretched and lubed his beloved's entrance with his tongue, Yamamoto was sure that entering his lover wouldn't be a problem, but just to be sure, he took his still slicked fingers and spat onto them again.
Carefully, but purposefully, Yamamoto told his lover he was going to push in his fingers before he pushed in the first one. It went in smoothly, but Yamamoto still moved it around a bit to be certain before he pushed in a second finger. The second finger slid in with a little resistance, but going by his lover's hitching breath and light gasp of pleasure, Yamamoto assumed it didn't hurt. From there he scissored the other, making his lover squirm and gasp underneath his intimate touch as he stretched him and lubed him up even more for their soon to be connection. Seeing Gokudera's reaction to his touch made it impossible for Yamamoto to keep up his fingering, though. He needed his lover and he needed him now!
"I can't take it anymore, Hayato," the taller teen whined out with need as he slipped his fingers out of the other, spread his lover's legs a little further, and pressed himself up against his beloved's tight heat. "I need you…I need you so badly…"
Starving hazel eyes met dazed, jade green for a split second, and in that small amount of time, Yamamoto could see his boyfriend give him the go ahead, his green orbs shining with desire. Unable to take it any longer, Yamamoto properly lined himself up and started to push in, his breath hitching as soon as his beloved's entrance gave way to his intrusion and an all-encompassing heat surrounded him. It had been so long since their last union that the feeling was like a slap to the face, almost overwhelming the poor rain guardian as he pushed further into his lover with relative ease. Desperately, he tried to think of anything else beside the amazing feelings bombarding his senses as he gently massaged his beloved's legs and kissed and sucked along his belly and sides.
Before he knew it, he was fully sheathed inside of his lover. They were finally connected after such a torturous time apart.
Yamamoto let out a sigh of relief and contentment. This feeling would never get old to him. It just felt too amazing, too right, like Gokudera's body was made to connect perfectly with his. Just the thought drove the taller teen wild with desire.
Glancing quickly up at his lover to see that he wasn't in any pain and noticing the other staring back at him, his jade-green orbs smoldering with lust, Yamamoto couldn't hold himself back anymore. With a roll of his hips, the raven-haired teen started to thrust into his lover's tight passage, his pace starting out slow, but quickly gained momentum with each movement and moan of pleasure that left the Italian's lips. It didn't take long before Yamamoto had Gokudera's knees over his shoulders and was pounding into the other mercilessly, his pulsating erection slamming into the other's prostate with every other thrust.
The storm guardian could still hear the blood rushing in his ears as his body slowly calmed down. His head felt like it was floating in clouds of cotton, and a warm feeling was spreading through him. This was why it took a moment for Gokudera to understand what he was hearing when Yamamoto spat into his hand, and gather in his muddled brain what his beloved jock was up to.
Even while the other told him, the silver-haired Italian was slow to catch on to what was going on, that was, until his lover's finger pushed into him. As satiated as he had felt a moment ago, a new hunger was rising, and rising fast. In a second, Gokudera was gasping and moving with the fingers plunging into him. His incredible orgasm from just a moment ago notwithstanding, all he craved right then was to feel Yamamoto deep inside of him, to be one with him.
The fingers scissoring inside of him had him squirming and moaning, yet in a growing need for more. This was when his lover's hazel orbs burned feverishly into his jade ones, and the young jock told him that he couldn't take it any longer. Yamamoto's words of need echoed his own feelings. Gokudera easily let himself get spread even further and welcomed the heated, hard, wet flesh pressing against his entrance with an eager gasp. Seeing the begging look in his lover's gaze, the smaller bomber nodded.
"Take~shi," he moaned his boyfriend's name a second later when the thick cock pressed into his tightness.
There was a little pain, but it was nothing compared to the overwhelming pleasure of being one with his lover, of seeing the look of lust and wonder in Yamamoto's face, of knowing that he was the only one who could put such expressions there, and the only one to ever see them. Even though the jock was trying to make things easier on him by kissing and sucking at his skin to distract him, Gokudera still couldn't stop his fingers from clawing into Yamamoto's back as the last inches pushed into him. Yet, when they were finally fully connected, and the other stared at him in feverish lust, the smaller Italian could do nothing but mirror that same hunger and desire to feel so much more.
This sight seemed to be all Yamamoto had needed because, the next second, he rolled his hips and moved inside of him. Within moments, Gokudera was nothing but a writhing, moaning mass underneath his lover's tender assault. Though it started out slow, it didn't last. With each stroke the jock sped up his movements. It wasn't long before the Italian had to let go of his lover's back because his knees were thrown over Yamamoto's shoulder. Even though Gokudera usually hated losing control over any given situation, this was the exception. His loss of control also meant that his lover could take him hard and deep and use the perfect angle to pleasure him senseless. This was exactly what the other was doing then.
Every other deep plunge hit his sweet spot, making him scream in ecstasy and claw at the sheets underneath him. And just when Gokudera thought it just couldn't get any better, his lover upped his game still another notch. With a wild, sexy growl rumbling in Yamamoto's throat, the jock lifted the bomber's legs off his shoulders to push them forward, rolling Gokudera up so that his knees almost touched his shoulders.
Next thing the young Italian knew, the jock used his new freedom to pound him with all he had, targeting his prostate with every plunge. A stream of obscenities left the feisty bomber's lips then, mixing in with a constantly louder shouting of his lover's name until, seconds later, his body seemed to explode in a massive orgasm. His awkward position made it so that he drenched his chest in his semen as he came harder than he had in quite a while. His inner muscles clenched around the thick cock ramming into him, seemingly trying to catch it and keep it there forever. Gokudera felt Yamamoto's warm seed fill him then, and a satisfaction, which was almost greater than what his own orgasm had granted him, came over him.
This feeling seemed to be like something his body had only waited for and had barely hung on for, because right then, an incredible weight seemed to lay itself upon him. He was utterly tired and all his limbs felt like lead. When he felt Yamamoto leave him, Gokudera couldn't even find the strength to lament it, but only whimpered softly when his limbs were able to get in a more comfortable position again. Just as soon as the utterly tired bomber had stretched out, he felt his eyelids drooping. With his very last strength, he reached a hand out for his lover.
"Ta-ke-shi~," he murmured right before everything went dark and he fell into a deep, restful sleep.
With every thrust, the pure ecstasy displayed in every movement, cry and facial feature of his lover drove Yamamoto crazy with unrestrained passion. He wanted to give Gokudera even more of himself and drive him completely insane with pleasure, to show just how much he loved him and had missed their unions.
Letting out a wild, husky growl, the driven rain guardian grabbed hold of his lover's legs and pushed them off of his shoulders and forward until the Italian bomber below him was rolled up with his knees almost touching his shoulders. Just seeing how flexible his beloved truly was turned Yamamoto on all the more, his cock convulsing with pleasure at the sight and feel of his lover around him.
Knowing that he was drawing ever closer to orgasm, and that Gokudera was close as well, the young swordsman didn't hold himself back. He continuously rammed himself into the silver-haired teen's tight cavern, constantly slamming himself into the other's prostate in the process. The friction caused by his movements and Gokudera's pulsating walls were so mind-blowing that Yamamoto completely lost himself to the moment. He started screaming out in pleasure with each thrust, the sound mixing in with his beloved's obscenities and the sound of his name until Gokudera came completely undone below him. His lover's tightness spasmed and clenched around his shaft like a vice as Gokudera screamed out in orgasm, the feeling and sound causing Yamamoto to orgasm a few seconds later in pure ecstasy, a cry of his beloved's name leaving his lips as he did so.
All he could see was white as he continued to pound into his lover, his orgasm hitting him harder than he could ever remember as his whole body was overcome by rapture. When the feeling started to wash away, like the ebbs of a receding tide, exhaustion completely took over the poor jock's body. He was barely able to keep himself upright as he regrettably slipped out of his lover and laid him down onto the bed. As he collapsed beside his just as tired lover, his eyelids drooping of their own accord, Yamamoto was barely conscious when he saw Gokudera reach a tired hand towards his and weakly call out his name in beckoning. The action was too much for the exhausted storm guardian, though, because he closed his eyes and promptly passed out afterwards. If Yamamoto wasn't so tired himself, he'd probably chuckle at how adorable the whole scenario had been, but instead he used the last of his strength to bring himself closer to his beloved, draw the covers over them, and take him into his arms. With their legs now intertwined, and one of the jock's tanned hands clasping the same creamy-skinned hand that had been outstretched to him, Yamamoto closed his eyes as he found himself losing consciousness.
"Love…you…"
The words were barely audible as they left his tired lips, and also went completely unnoticed by his sleeping counterpart, but Yamamoto decided to say them anyway. It felt wrong not to do so after everything that had happened that evening.
With his last words hanging in the air like a warm, enveloping aura, Yamamoto fell asleep with Gokudera in his arms.