Whee~! Heres another one!! :D
Chapter Rating: umm... T? I dunno. Impliedness to the EXTREME!!!
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I Hate that Thing
If someone had asked Yamamoto that he would one day hate something with his entire being, he would have nearly laughed himself into a coma.
Boy was he wrong...
Indeed, it was possible to hate something that much. Especially when it was touching. His. Gokudera.
That thing was being held in Gokudera's beautiful, slender hands.
That thing was being caressed by lips, tongue, and teeth.
That thing was causing his Hayato to have such an expression on his face...
Boderline erotic, only made worse by the dark flush crossing his pale features, the lightweight summer clothes, and his silver hair tied up in that cute ponytail that Yamamoto adored.
I hate that thing.
Yamamoto glared harder, totally missing the confused look directed at him from pale green irises.
Following his lover's gaze, Gokudera made the connection between his baseball nut-turned-swordsman's utter and complete irritation, and the object he held in his hands.
Giving a light laugh with an accompanied playful roll of malachite eyes, Gokudera continued enjoying his treat.
I hate you, popsicle stick.....
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Yep. All that over a popsicle. ^^ A short one to balance out the longer ones I've been writing recently.
I can has prompts plz? :D