Gokudera ignored his greeting but to be fair, Yamamoto had kinda been expecting as much. He had after all just been caught looking at some very personal drawings done by his employer. An awkward silence settled between them and Yamamoto noted unhappily how the other male stood ramrod straight by the sliding glass door, his face steely with discontent. He could clearly see how his hackles rose defensively, his defenses up instantaneously. Gokudera was at the moment much like a lit firecracker at this point.
Racking his brain for what could possibly defuse the situation Yamamoto figured he could only reply honestly now.
"You're a really good artist Gokudera."
Gokudera, on the other hand didn't appreciate his sense of honesty nearly as much.
The mortification of the entire event set off the last of Gokudera's restraints as he found his voice again; throwing his half empty pack of cigarettes to the floor, he advanced on Yamamoto. "The fuck are you even doing back here? Your shift was over 30 minutes ago. And really? All you can do after looking through someone's personal shit is to compliment the quality of my art?" The small male had gotten into his personal bubble, his fingers grasping at the collar of his shirt. Yamamoto would be lying if he didn't own up to the fact he liked being in Gokudera's space like this; the faint smell of cigarettes radiating off him mixing with the same smell that permeated the entire flat. From this distance he could even see that there were several flecks of blue in Gokudera's irises.
"Calm down Gokudera, I left my house keys on the table," he jerked a finger over to the table with his keys resting there to prove his point, "and in regards to your art; it was just laying on the floor and I picked it up. Not a big deal." Gokudera's fingers clenched tensely at his throat before he shoved Yamamoto away from him.
"Right. You should have at least knocked so I knew you were coming back. Then you wouldn't have fucking seen..." He trailed off for a moment before rounding back on him. A wounded look flashed in Gokudera's eyes and Yamamoto ventured a guess that the male had been afraid of something like this happening all along. "You're pretty freaked out huh? Grossed out probably. Bet you're ready to get Tsuna back in here. You know, so I won't jump you or some shit like that." Gokudera accused reproachfully.
"Wait Gokudera, it's not like-"
But Gokudera shook his head, body propped against the cluttered table.
"Save your breath dumbass. I don't want to hear it."
The two stood at another awkward silence but Yamamoto didn't want to walk away and pretend nothing had happened. He wouldn't walk out that door and pretend he didn't know Gokudera thought of him sometimes in a less than innocent manner. Doing that would break Gokudera, even further than he was already cracking Yamamoto was starting to piece together. Besides he knew he rather be here in this mess with Gokudera than anywhere else. Instead of walking away he steeled himself for whatever storm was about to hit.
He took a careful step forward, eyeing the silverette for any reactions. Gokudera purposely glared at the floor, refusing to look up although his fingers twitched. Yamamoto took it as a good sign he hadn't fled quite yet. Now he really had no idea what to do next. This was do or die time and he already eliminated the option for leaving. So what now? In his gut he knew he had already decided how he felt about the Italian across from him. Which meant he had to tell said Italian this information and go from there. Steeling his resolve he decided he was going to talk to Gokudera and hopefully not get a fist to the face for his attempt.
"So." He said simply as he bent over to pick up the drawing that had fluttered to the floor at some point. "This is what you draw Gokudera?"
Gokudera seemed surprised that he hadn't left already. His head jerked towards the door nervously. Catching himself, he tried to cover it up with callous words again. "Yeah, obviously it is, you moron."
Carefully choosing to keep his eyes on the paper, Yamamoto took another tentative step forward.
"You're wrong, you know?" he said in a soft voice.
An indignant look flashed across Gokudera's face and Yamamoto continued another step forward.
A twisted smirk curled Gokudera's lips, "Oh really? Please inform me what I'm wrong about."
"I am pretty surprised. But I don't want Tsuna to be here in my stead. I like it here." A inhale of air before he locked eyes with Gokudera's green ones. He was going to make sure he clearly stated his intentions. There would be no misunderstandings from his side.
"I like being here with you. A picture you drew won't change that."
They both stood frozen before one another, Yamamoto following the look of confusion washing over Gokudera's face. Knowing Gokudera, he was probably thinking a thousand different things at once right now but nothing seemed to make it pass his open lips.
Heartbeats passed before Gokudera licked at his dry lips, settling on a response.
"Oh." Gokudera breathed out.
Leaning back on his heels Yamamoto chuckled at the simple reply. "Yeah."
Gokudera's head fell down to his chest, his fingers ruffling through his hair roughly. Yamamoto continued to watch his movements as the smaller male shuffled between surprise and confliction. So Yamamoto decided he would ask him something that would hopefully clear his mind. Besides he'd been wanting to ask this since he'd seen the detailed sketch of him.
"One thing doesn't make sense to me though."
Gokudera lifted his head a little, suspicion already coloring his gaze. "And what's that?"
Yamamoto looked back down at the drawing of him. It was very, very detailed.
"Why would you sketch me? I didn't think you could even stand me, but this says you at least notice me enough to sketch out mostly naked pictures."
By the way his eyebrows shot up it was obvious Gokudera wasn't ready for that. He slid his hand across his face embarrassedly. Yamamoto figured this was the part where Gokudera would finally throw his fist at Yamamoto's face, tell him to get the fuck out and then he'd never see Gokudera again. The other male was terrible at anything resembling talking about feelings and this seemed like a boundary was being crossed here. But Yamamoto was surprise when Gokudera started to answer.
"I've been having some…trouble… lately. The last manga I did was really popular but I just don't have any inspiration for this new one my editors sent me. The story's not well thought out, there's no description of the characters and I'm just so pissed over the whole thing! And then you-!" His finger shot in Yamamoto's direction clearly accusing the man of something major. Taken aback by the sheer amount of emotion Gokudera had managed to work up, Yamamoto leaned back from Gokudera's reach.
"You show up here being all nice and you-ish! And suddenly I can't focus on this project and I look at you all the damn time and even your stupid lame jokes are starting to make me laugh." Gokudera tskedangrily, throwing his hands up with a frustrated noise. "God, your jokes are fucking terrible."
That was quite unexpected. When he had prodded Gokudera he was expecting more of the fist in face scenario in his mind. But this was something else entirely. Something that meant he wasn't the only one sneaking glances and that he might have a chance at more than just looking. Yamamoto's own mind was starting to working pretty quickly and in a matter of seconds he had a plan. One that he thought Gokudera might actually agree too in light of recent revelations.
Brown eyes glanced down to the shaking man before him. "You said you lack inspiration. Do you maybe want some help with that?"
"With what?" Gokudera snapped.
Yamamoto turned fully to face him, an open look on his face. "I'm asking, do you want to have sex so you get a better grasp of the subject matter?"
The already building tension in the room doubled and Gokudera sank against the wall behind him. He opened his mouth and quickly clamped it shut. How on earth was Yamamoto so fucking blunt?
Without prompting the taller male strode towards Gokudera. But not his normal walk around the flat. This walk was full of purpose and promise. Gokudera made the mistake of looking up into Yamamoto's eyes and he faltered again. Those eyes weren't the normal jovial eyes of his housekeeper, they were haughty and mischievous. Panic surged through Gokudera and he shot upwards, hands in front of him like a barrier.
"Hey wait! Idiot Yamamoto, hey!" Gokudera felt the wall at his back and he suddenly felt like he was in one of the mangas he was supposed to be illustrating. He wasn't one of his stupid characters! He was better than that. At least he usually was. He needed space to think. To breathe. But when Yamamoto pressed one hand onto the wall behind him and the other at the nape of his neck, Gokudera's eyes focused on the man in front of him.
A hot puff of air hit Gokudera's throat and Yamamoto's inquired, "Well Gokudera?"
Instead of a real reply Gokudera felt his legs lock up. This was going way too fast. Yamamoto was really there, his hand was really running through the strands of hair at his nape. It was just like what he had been day dreaming about for the past few weeks. His hands were much warmer in reality and he had never noticed the defined muscles of his shoulders until he was eye level with them. He swallowed thickly, sorting through all the new information he had.
Okay so Yamamoto was really there and waiting on Gokudera to say something. He knew if he told Yamamoto to back the hell away he would comply and that would be the end of whatever this thing was. Yamamoto wasn't going to force Gokudera into anything and the thought was a relief. The moron might not know what he was implying but he wasn't going to hurt Gokudera. He never would. Really he had control right now and it made breathing a little easier.
And as much as held it in he had to admit it, Gokudera wanted this. He wanted it to be with Yamamoto. Had wanted the idiot for a ridiculous amount of time. Between their many dinners together, watching late night television on the couch and simple easiness of being around each other Gokudera knew he wanted this. He craved the open smiles, the timber of Yamamoto's laughter, the reassuring warmth of his touch and all the embarrassing sweet things that came with social intimacy with someone. He wanted more of everything. He hadn't even thought to stop and think if Yamamoto wanted it too. Adrenaline surged through him and he swallowed.
Eyes shut tightly knowing he was about to do the most stupid (or best?) thing in his life he breathed out.
"Go for it." Yamamoto's laughter hit his collarbone and Gokudera almost turned on him before the tan male kissed his chin. "You're such a romantic, Gokudera."
And then Yamamoto kissed him on the lips. Gokudera absolutely refused to make waxing poetry about the feeling of Yamamoto's lips, instead he diverted his attention on following the movements, the push and pull of his counterparts motions. His lips were strong and confident and he could feel a smile at the corners. Gokudera wrinkled his nose at how good it felt.
Stupidly large hands slid to his hips as Yamamoto moved in and effectively cut off Gokudera's personal bubble but he was too busy moving his own hands up Yamamoto's shirt to even notice.
The two stayed locked like that, Yamamoto enjoying his victory in getting to finally touch Gokudera who was very willingly kissing him back. Coaxing him into a deeper kiss Yamamoto didn't miss the brief hesitation of Gokudera's hands and tongue. Despite being a guy who drew about this kind of stuff, the smoker seemed quite unsure what to do himself. Not that Yamamoto had really done this with a guy before but that was a minor detail right now anyways. So he and Gokudera might as well learn what to do together, right?
Pushing their bodies closer so there wasn't room for either pair of hands, Yamamoto reached his own hand to grab Gokudera's ass, the other one pulling back his head a little so he could kiss down his neck. Gokudera felt his body tense at the stimulation and busied himself with gripping onto Yamamoto's shoulders. He very clearly felt the muscles of Yamamoto's body moving against him, felt the heat close in around him and he squeezed his eyes shut, tracing where Yamamoto's lips were just by touch. Yamamoto bit sharply against the junction of his neck and shoulder, Gokudera not realizing the whine that tipped from his mouth until Yamamoto abruptly stopped to peek up at him. He was grinning so boyishly wide that his eyes crinkled, completely contradicting the sensual things he'd been doing moments before. "Did you just-?"
Gokudera cut him off quickly with a 'shut up moron' and nipped at his collarbone.
The ensuring groan was something he decided he was going to replicate later. He also vowed to not moan loud enough for his neighbor's to hear. He was pretty sure he would never be able to handle that much embarrassment.
Yamamoto kept them there, content to just ease Gokudera into his touch. He made sure he knew the map of Gokudera's mouth, of the feeling of his backside in his hands. Gokudera was still taut under his touch but now he was wholeheartedly kissing back. And when his hands moved up to grip the back of his shirt Yamamoto couldn't help but smile.
With a pop Gokudera pulled away from the kiss, frowning. "What the hell are you smiling about?"
He didn't answer instead pulling the mangaka back to him by the neck.
The thought of next steps crossed his mind and not entirely comfortable with the idea of being fucked on the wall, Gokudera managed to pull back enough to impatiently grit out, "Not here." Taking the hint, Yamamoto moved them to the couch and he fell backwards, pulling the smaller male on top of him. Gokudera squirmed at the new position, noticing how exposed his back suddenly felt. Warm hands left his jaw, sliding around the smaller male's sides and pushed so that their lower bodies connected fully. Yamamoto felt his body burning, the reality setting that he was about to have sex (make love? Do the do?) with Gokudera. Wild, bad tempered, ridiculously hot Gokudera. He couldn't help but get harder at the thought.
"The fuck?" Gokudera exclaimed at the contact, wigging at the lump in Yamamoto's pants. He glared down at the house keeper. "You're already this hard?"
Yamamoto shrugged off the comment and rolled his hips up into Gokudera who gasped at the forceful movement.
"You don't give yourself enough credit for how attractive you are. Besides-" He gave a quick nip to Gokudera's open lips. "I've thought about this for a while."
Gokudera refused to think about the way his stomach flipped at the the thought and instead pushed a hand against the larger male's face, growling "Just shut up."
Having Yamamoto here with him, touching him was almost too much. There was this passionate and heated side of him that just didn't match with the laughing idiot he knew, but he found he liked this side. And he certainly wanted to know more about this side of him. If he was honest with himself (and he rarely ever was) he knew that he wanted to find all the different sides of Yamamoto Takeshi. What surprises did he have? Surprised by the sudden sentimentality Gokudera tried to push away the affection for the man already knowing that was probably a lost cause.
Done with thinking so much and much more interest in more of the doing part, the smoker leaned down and pushed his tongue forcibly into Yamamoto's mouth. Yamamoto's hands drifted down to Gokudera's hips. He ran his fingers against the edge of his shirt, pushing the fabric further and further up the pale body against him until he reached Gokudera's arms. The two broke apart enough for Gokudera to sit up and pull the material up over his head and toss it away. He waited for a moment, staring at the man beneath him before he slid back into Yamamoto's hold.
When Yamamoto's hands slipped to his chest, rubbing the nipples there, his mouth never leaving contact with Gokudera's skin, he managed to pull a moan from deep within his throat. A warm tongue licked at his neck before Yamamoto bit down harshly. Gokudera wanted to yell at the idiot that he wasn't into painful kinks like that but he was cut off when Yamamoto began to suck at the abused skin. He decided he would yell at the man. Later.
Realizing he was being rather passive about the entire thing, Gokudera boldly ran his hands down the tan stomach underneath him, smirking when the skin twitched wherever his fingers traced.
Yamamoto broke away and gave a pitiful smile, "Your hands are cold Gokudera."
Rolling his eyes, Gokudera's fingers grappled with the button of Yamamoto's pants. He struggled for a bit, distracted by the warm breath at his ear, the lips on his neck and the hands still playing with his chest. A particularly rough pull on his nipple broke his concentration, Gokudera let out a long hiss and bucked against his partner's hips. "Shit."
There was a small laugh beneath him and Gokudera shuddered when another couple of bites were applied to his shoulder, "Yeah." Yamamoto added in agreement before his own hands effectively undid the button and zipper for Gokudera.
Pulling the clothing far enough down for his next task Gokudera roughly kissed Yamamoto as his hand made contact with his cock for the first time. His jeans had covered it up before, but Yamamoto was hard already and Gokudera momentarily broke his movements in surprise.
Truth be told it had been years since his last sexual encounter of any kind and he definitely didn't expect it to be with the idiot who cleaned his house. It was one thing to draw it out with characters who weren't real doing this kind of stuff but it was so much more when you were doing it with a living, breathing, hard body of the guy you had been interested in for the last few weeks.
Yamamoto noticed the pause and sat up enough to catch Gokudera's gaze. Gokudera was momentairly distracted by the way his abs flexed at the movement."Hey, you alright? We don't have to do this you know?" There was a small almost regretful smile on his lips and the look solidified Gokudera's resolve.
Cutting him off before Yamamoto could talk them out of this, the smaller male growled at him, hiding his nervous embarrassment at being caught by kissing him fully. They kissed for several long seconds and the nervousness melted out of both of their bodies. Yamamoto laughed until Gokudera took him back into his hands, causing the dark hair male to choke.
Gokudera smiled tauntingly at him, pretty pleased with himself before Yamamoto stuttered uneasily, "You're hands are still really cold."
That statement pissed him off and he leaned forward, "You better fucking warm them up then" before he returned to grabbing Yamamoto's length. That did seem to shut him up because Yamamoto went still as Gokudera rubbed lightly along the skin there. Everything was hot and he felt the sheer weight of Yamamoto in his hand. He was bigger in real life than in Gokudera's imagination and the logistics of making it fit inside of him came into his mind. The smoker pushed down the flutter of nervousness, reminding himself he was completely in control of their pace.
He honestly didn't know what the housekeeper liked so he tried everything he knew he personally liked. It couldn't be that different. He alternated between hard quick tugs and slow deliberate movement with an easy jerk of his wrist, trying to get a sense of what the other male wanted done. Unfortunately beneath him, Yamamoto had his eyes screwed shut, his mouth hanging open and panting. Not really much to go on.
Not that this was a bad sight, Gokudera mused, but still the guy was usually an overly expressive idiot and now Gokudera couldn't tell what he wanted. That was frustrating and he needed some directions here. His frown drooped and he gave an unnecessarily hard tug. Yamamoto cried out at the pressure, eyes slowly opening to reveal a confused gaze. There was a questioning groan left his lips and Gokudera ignored the warmth that sank into his stomach, shooting an accusing glare at him.
"You look like you're in pain."
Yamamoto shook his head slowly, a grin spreading across his face. "Not even close. You're doing really well Gokudera!"
Gokudera rolled his eyes, "Don't make it sound like a fucking lesson, asshole."
"Well, it kinda is one Gokudera! I've never done this with a guy before."
The honesty in his voice caught Gokudera off guard because he spluttered. "Really? You idiot! Why would-. I mean why would you want-? Ah" His face flushed scarlet and Yamamoto thought the sight might be burned into his brain forever. Kinda understanding the silverette he simply replied, "Because I like you."
Gokudera furrowed his brow. What the hell? "You really are a moron."
Yamamoto pulled Gokudera forward onto his chest, laughing happily. The two stared at one another, completely still for a heartbeat. Breaking eye contact first, Gokudera muttered embarrassedly and moved himself down Yamamoto's body, a new plan already in mind. He made of trail of bites and licks against random stretches of skin until he was poised over Yamamoto's hips, his hands supporting himself on thick tan thighs. Gokudera's hand shook slightly and Yamamoto wisely kept his mouth shut. Instead he leaned forward and kissed the smaller male's forehead.
The action broke whatever mental pep talk he had going on because he growled at the Japanese male before mouthing the tip of Yamamoto's dick. There was a quiet hiss above him and Gokudera took that as a good sign before he pulled more of the organ into his mouth and sucked. It wasn't entirely unpleasant he thought distractedly, leaning further down on his elbow to take in more, jaw adjusting for a better fit. He tried breathing through his nose, not sure how else to really do this. Looking for some inclination he watched Yamamoto's expression and he decided that if the idiot was going to make that face then it might even be enjoyable.
He continued to suck his partner off, stretching his lips until they hurt, bits of spit slipped down the side. There was a slight burn to his jaw but the idea of the pulsating flesh in his mouth kept him there. Trying different things he'd only thought about before he hollowed he cheecks and moaned lowly. He almost laughed when Yamamoto cursed above him, hands knotted in the fabric of the couch. He cracked an amber eye and tried to speak, "But what about you 'Dera?" A warm hand rubbed the side of his full cheeks, giving the silverette pause. Yamamoto was crossing territory now. This wasn't supposed to be a ridiculously tender sappy make love thing. He wouldn't allow Yamamoto to get warm and fuzzy here. To prove his point he scraped his teeth over the cock glaring at the male.
With tremendous effort Gokudera pulled off Yamamoto's cock, heat coloring his face. "Am I doing that badly you want me to stop?" Yamamoto groaned above him causing Gokudera to eye him wearily.
Warm brown eyes watched him with a tenderness that gripped right at the smoker's chest. "This isn't a one-sided thing Dera. I want to make you feel good too." His lips twisted coyly. "Really good."
Gokudera flushed and worried his lip with sharp teeth. The fuck was this tender shit? He wasn't normaly a touchy feely person. He was more let's do it right now guy and he wasn't going to be all romantic right now. Sounded like he needed to reinforce that.
"What about me? You're going to take care of that aren't you?" he asked semi-haughtily.
He was met with a gentle but glazed look from Yamamoto.
Rolling his eyes he shifted onto the arm of the couch, his legs spreading invitingly. Understanding thankfully crossed Yamamoto's face and he scrambled atop Gokudera who was starting to feel empowered by his own actions. Yamamoto reached a tentative hand to Gokudera's pale stomach, running his fingers lightly down his navel, hip bone and his cock.
Gokudera stopped his progression with his own hand there and reached up to Yamamoto's lips, prodding the flesh there and watching Yamamoto's face carefully. "Would you hold on for a fucking second?"
His tongue flicked at Gokudera's fingers and as his fingers were surround by a warm wet heat. He shuddered at the sensation around his digits, watching as the tan male carefully coated his fingers, occasionally nipping at the skin there to get a response from his partner. Pulling his fingers away from that wonderful mouth, Gokudera braced himself for the next step. "I'm getting to that part."
His hand purposefully slid down to his body, ending at his entrance and grinning as Yamamoto's eyes followed carefully.
He infused all the confidence he had left before slipping a finger inside himself. The feeling wasn't foreign to him (after being single for so long he had gotten very comfortable getting himself off this way) but the added pressure of the pair of eyes watching him certainly was new. Gokudera leaned onto the arm of the couch, purposely putting on a show for his housekeeper, the same man who was watching every movement with utter fascination and arousal. Seeing Yamamoto's pupils blown wide gave him confidence and he couldn't help the moan from leaving his throat. The very noticeable want on Gokudera's face, the flush of his skin, the subtle twitches of his muscles as he adjusted his body to take in more of his own fingers had Yamamoto swallowing thickly. Unconsciously his hand moved to his own dick and stroked with Gokudera's movements.
Soon he had worked up to three fingers in and his thighs began to shake with the amount of effort used to keep his legs this far apart, the smoker began to lose the pleasure that had been building. Instead he felt tired and strained the idea no longer as sexy as he originally envisioned. He pulled out his fingers, frustrated, and arched against the arm rest, annoyed. Great. He had forgotten Yamamoto was even there until an incredibly husky voice pulled him back to the reality.
"Gokudera, that was really incredible. Are you okay? I mean do you still want me-?" He trailed off and swallowed at the sentence.
The inevitable flush rose up again and Gokudera jerked his head once before Yamamoto was leaning over him on the arm rest, teeth scraping his ear, hands gripping his hips and hard cock pressed against his opening. There was a brief pause in which they both watched one another, lips pushing almost sweetly, both surprised but accepting of the amount of affection there.
With a nip to the smoke flavored lips, Yamamoto pushed in. Only half way, he noted with a sigh. Gokudera's hands had moved up to his shoulder and he groaned at the fullness. He was tight and warm and twitching at the intrusion and Yamamoto thought he could come right then as he watched Gokudera's satisfied face. Kisses were placed to his throat as Yamamoto tried to sense when his partner would be ready for him to move. He didn't know precisely what that sign would be, but he assumed that Gokudera wouldn't be so tight. He felt Gokudera ground his hips further down, pulling more than what could possibly be comfortable in and he sucked in a shaking breath. Wow.
Trying to not focus on the building need to move, he watched Gokudera's pale throat as he swallowed, telling himself to relax and just breathe. Guiltily thinking that this was not the ground breaking moment he'd imagined because how could it be when Gokudera looked like he was having difficulty just breathing, his chest flushed with effort and the puffs of air he huffed out. He opened his mouth to speak, "Gokudera look, I didn't know this would hurt so much-"
Green eyes flashed at him before the smoker punched him in the shoulder, scowl etched into his lips. "Stop apologizing you fucking moron." He rolled his shoulder to shake off the already easing tension and stared him down. "It's been…a while, since I've done this. Shit it's been years. But that doesn't mean you hurt me. So, stop acting like you're sorry you did this and move." Gokudera wiggled his hips to demonstrate his point.
And he did, swooping down and pressing his lips harshly to chapped ones and pushing in all the way in. Gokudera gasped into the kiss but Yamamoto kept their lips pressed together and rolled his hips up into the smaller body before him. "Still okay?" he checked one more time. Gokudera smirked haughtily. "Never better."
Not one to waste time with a 'slow-build' like all those sappy novels said, Yamamoto instead snapped their hips together, each time letting out low moans that mimicked Gokudera's own.
As the two progressively felt the pressure coiling, curling, tightly winding through their over heated bodies they thought of nothing but each other, just the two of them, pressed together fully, teeth clashing and biting lips, bodies hot and flushed with sweat. How there was no room to breathe in anything other than each other. How the slick of each other made their stomachs burn and toes curl. The heat coursed through them quickly, an electrifying burn that left them panting harshly and with a few more thrust Gokudera let out a particularly colored curse and griped the short strands of black hair in his reach. "Do that again."
Not sure exactly what he had done, Yamamoto laughed, excited by the rough whisper and slammed harder into Gokudera, rocking his body up off the arm rest. Neither of them expected the intensity of the movement and after a few more thrusts Gokudera bit at the skin on Yamamoto's collarbone before climaxing loudly, shouting Yamamoto's name. Yamamoto would have come just from the sound but the spasms of Gokudera's orgasm pulled him to his own. He came inside of Gokudera, nose pressed against the sweaty silver hair, panting out the silverette's name.
The room felt too hot and Gokudera could feel the fabric of the couch leaving deep impressions into his shoulders and back, his body already sore from the position. That had to be the worst idea he'd ever had for a romp. But a warm kiss to his chin and the proud gaze directed at him broke him from his complaining. He looked away awkwardly, not sure what he could even say about what had just happened.
Sensing his confusion, Yamamoto simply tugged Gokudera's arms and they both landed on the couch, this time Gokudera laying atop a breathless baseball idiot. Leaning down to press another kiss to the top of Gokudera's head Yamamoto smiled at the quick comment of him being 'awfully affectionate' and pulled the blanket he'd gotten for the silverette up around both of them.
"Haha, 'm only affectionate with you Gokudera." He murmured, exhaustion and satisfaction making his eyelids droop. Maybe the heat of Gokudera's face was from exertion or maybe embarrassment but he just scoffed and settled his head under Yamamoto's chin. "Whatever."
They fell asleep like that; tired, sore, satisfied and grinning as the sky darkened outside the window and the stars began to appear in the night.
A/N: I'm a terrible updater. SO SORRY. HAVE A CHAPTER OF MOSTLY SMUT TO MAKE UP FOR IT.
Ruby: Hope this was enough to fuel more fantasies haha. ;) It's something different and I couldn't wait to try my hand at it. Thanks for reading and reviewing!
Nico Zi: Ta da! It was super well done sketch of Yamamoto! Hope you enjoyed the update dear!
