13. Thanksgiving
Word Count: 889
A/N: I-It really isn't anything explicit but I'm not used to writing it so I apologize if it feels strange and even more on mistakes. I-I couldn't bring myself to edit it much...
"Hey, Tsuna, have you heard of Thanksgiving?"
Tsuna paused, his hand stirring a pot of warm milk freezing, and looked down at his lover seated next to him, back against the flat plane of the cupboard.
"Thanksgiving is a fall holiday, celebrated on the fourth Thursday of November. It commonly symbolizes the Pilgrims coming to America and celebrating their successful settlement and harvest by having the Plymouth feast and thanksgiving. However, Thanksgiving is celebrated by other countries, Canada being one." Tsuna tilted his head, "Is that what you were looking for?"
Yamamoto chuckled good-naturedly, "I was asking if you knew of it, not for a textbook explanation!"
Tsuna flushed indignantly, and set his eyes on the heating milk. "Th-then, fine. Yes, I know of it."
Yamamoto chuckled again at the pout evident in his lover's voice and looked at him, pausing momentarily to admire Tsuna's bare, slim, and strong, and creamy peach legs-
"Do you celebrate it? Since you know so much about it."
Tsuna shook his head, not realizing Yamamoto had kept his eyes on his legs. "The only reason I only know so much of it is because of Reborn." Tsuna's face blanched at the memory of that day of American history and nearly shivered.
He knew Reborn was resourceful but there wasn't any way textbooks and slapsticks ever looked the same after that.
Fortunately, Yamamoto understood how 'strange' Reborn's methods were, and didn't inquire about it. He shifted closer to Tsuna, "So you don't?"
Tsuna smiled, "No, Yamamoto, I don't. I only celebrate Italian and Japanese holidays. Why the sudden interest?"
Tsuna nearly squeaked in surprise when he felt a hand on the back of his knee, slowly sliding upwards, and the texture of slightly chapped lips pressing on the side of his hip.
It was then Tsuna was reminded of their state of undress.
Tsuna closed his eyes, in attempt to block out the image of his taller partner in only a pair of black trousers and of his bare, tan, long stomach muscles that would be littered in little red spots where Tsuna had-
"I was just curious… Tsuna has so much he's thankful for so I would have thought he'd celebrate the holiday." Yamamoto's mouth moved against Tsuna's hip, words uttered slowly, bringing slow tingles crawling, spreading all over his lower body.
Tsuna took a calming breath, feeling a blush crawl up his cheeks, his breaths speeding up and the blood rushing southward, "I'm always thankful for what I have. I know better than to take it for granted by just limiting myself to celebrating it one day a year."
Tsuna could feel Yamamoto's lips spread in a smile, "Really…? Then how about I tell you what I'm thankful for."
There was a playful nip at his side and Tsuna had to focus on the milk to suppress the shiver that almost shook his frame.
"I'm thankful for my father and all that he's done for me."
There were two nips at his side and Tsuna couldn't stop the shiver.
"I'm thankful for my years in baseball and all its lessons I learned."
Yamamoto grazed his teeth along his hip and Tsuna's focus on the milk was lost.
"I'm thankful for the countless people I've met and befriended; thankful for how they've helped me mature."
Lips moved, Yamamoto's nose lifted up the shirt slightly and he nipped at the sensitive spot there, eliciting hard, quick pants from Tsuna's lips.
"I'm thankful for the Vongola and for all that it's put me through, good and bad. And…"
Yamamoto raised his gaze to Tsuna's face and watched him meet his, eyes narrowed in desire, a rosy blush bringing out haze in his eyes and the fullness of his panting lips, and Yamamoto smiled.
"I'm thankful for you."
Yamamoto slowly circled the spot with his tongue and brought out a hiss from Tsuna.
"Thankful for you saving me from my stupidity…"
Yamamoto sucked the spot, his tongue pressing, flicking, circling and Tsuna made a grab for the oven handle to keep him standing.
"Thankful for your friendship…"
Yamamoto paused and the air paused with him. Yamamoto and Tsuna met gazes. Tsuna could see Yamamoto's lips pull back, teeth bared against his hip.
Yamamoto spoke and Tsuna didn't just hear him speak. He felt it, in the way his teeth grazed him.
"Thankful for your love."
Yamamoto bit down hard and Tsuna moaned, back curving and his head thrown back, and the sight made Yamamoto hiss in desire.
Yamamoto stood, hands sliding and cupped his ass, pulling Tsuna's body to his, hips rolling teasingly into Tsuna's. He watched Tsuna's lips part wide in a soundless moan, his own moan resounding through the kitchen, and gently brought his forefinger and thumb to Tsuna's chin, tilt his head up only slightly to bring their gazes together.
"I love you, Tsuna."
Tsuna smiled warmly and brought a hand up, lightly tracing the scar on his chin with a thumb.
"I love you too, Yamamoto."
Yamamoto smiled, a soft sound emitting from his throat, and softly brought their lips together. The sweet kiss escalated quickly to the previous passion lost, tongues dancing fiercely, bodies grinding, moans filling the air with the feel of lust, want, and love.
Yamamoto began to fall back.
Tsuna's hand slipped the stove switch off.