"Ooooh, Uh! Uuuuh Hah –ah! AAAH!" He arches off of the bed, skin glistening and hair plastered to his forehead. His hands claw at the bed covers and his toes curl. Suck, suck, suck, his body keeps milking his lover's cock until he swore he could feel him on his tongue.
He's exited, brought to his knees, entered again with enough force to make him – "AAAAAAH!" – scream and collapse his upper body to the bed surface as he is slammed mercilessly into from behind. He can't cum again; he has already cummed so many other times, he couldn't possibly – but, oh look, he can… and he does. All over the bed covers and his belly. And, yet, it doesn't stop. It is unstoppable.
"H-how c-ca-aaaaaahhh-n-nah!- AH! K-k-ke-eeeeeeaaaahhh-e-eeee-p d-d-d-AAAAAH! Doing this! H-how!" He goes unanswered, only continuously pounded into the bed. Each thrust is ruthless, fierce, and almost animalistic in its absolute power. "I c-c-c-AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" Again, his orgasm dampens the blankets. He sobs, clawing at the covers, panting and yelping and grunting with each and every shove of his lover's hips.
Finally, there is sweet reprieve; the hot, long, and thick length leaves his abused ass to pulse painfully in peace, but he is grabbed by the hair at the nape of his neck until he's sitting back, head turned towards his lover, mouth gaping open and cheeks flushed.
His lover gives him a beautifully, dangerously, beastly grin; his lover takes a hand to his still rock hard cock and removes – as what he now realizes as the cause for his lover never cumming with him – a cock ring. "Thirsty?" Comes the soft, amused voice of his lover into his ear. "Drink, then." His head is urged with a hand to the back of his scalp down onto the length.
Unable to think of a reason why not to, he opens his mouth and laps the head of the length, tasting the salt of precum and the tang of his own inner body. He hollows his cheeks and sucks on as much as he can, humming around the velvet heat. His lover's hips buck once, twice, thrice, and then his seed is all he can taste all the way down his throat.
It's the sexiest aroma there ever was, but he would never admit to it.
When he swallows all that he can and licks away the rest, he rests his tired head on his lover's thigh, too exhausted to move and too sore to try. It takes him 15 minutes before he can even raise the energy to sock his lover in the gut, making his lover grunt and then laugh.
"Mah mah, Hay-kun!" His lover rolls onto his back and drags him up his body until his head rests over his lover's heart. "Was I that rough?"
"You fucking freak, you raped me, it was that rough." He bites down on the nipple he can reach, making sure to draw blood.
"I didn't know you had a rape scenario fetish; you liked it a lot!" He's given that charming smile the rest of the world is given by the baseball freak – it's a lie. The asshole isn't that nice! He's a bastard who is actually a wolf in sheep clothing!
"I said no, you jackass, but you went on with it anyway!" He slams a fist into his jaw.
"Ah hah hah hah!" Yamamoto grabs his wrist and kisses his knuckles. "I couldn't help it; it was all Hay-kun's fault. Being so sexy, kissing the boss… Two gorgeous, adorable boys embracing before my eyes… Ah hah hah! I should be jealous, but I'm not! I actually want to see you kiss Lambo too…" He trails a finger from Gokudera's belly button to his sharp hipbone. He speaks with the mildly amused tone that is his 'usual attitude' (lies! Gokudera knows that it is a scam personality!); yet his eyes are sensually dark and the smile on his lips is a carnal tilt of male power.
"That would be a dream come true; watching you kiss Lambo like I kiss you; make him look like how I make you look…" He sighs in mock sadness. "Alas, I doubt that Reborn would let us borrow his cute, little lover." He ignores Gokudera's growl of annoyance and hums thoughtfully. "Mah mah, I know!" He strokes a hand over Gokudera's ass, smearing his fingers in the juicy mess between the perfectly round cheeks. "Let's have a foursome!"
"NOT IF MY LIFE DEPENDED ON IT, YOU FUCKING BASTARD, IDIOT BASEBALL FREAK, SON OF A BITCH!" For his efforts, Gokudera slaps him across the face and then jabs him in the stomach with his elbow. "If I could walk away right now, I would!"
His lover, after panting for a moment over his wounded gut, smiles again. "But you can't!" He wraps his arms around Gokudera's back and cuddles the silverette into his chest. "So I get you all to myself and there is nothing you can do about it."
He huffs and bites down on his lover's collarbone; again, hard enough to draw blood, but Yamamoto does nothing in revenge. "… Idiot…" He rests his head over his lover's heart, keeping a grumpy face and a tense posture; despite it, he feels himself begin to fall asleep. He's too tired to fight the freak right now.
It's just as he is on the edge of rest that Yamamoto snaps his fingers. "Ah! I almost forgot! You were looking so cute, I forgot to wish you a good night's sleep!" Gokudera flinches and growls at him without opening his eyes. Lips drift over his forehead. "I love you, Hay-kun! Sleep well!"
"I would if you would just shut up!"
Author's Note: I honestly do believe that Yamamoto is a closet case happy pervert.