A/N: Hello again, everyone! AdaraLove here! I just want to thank everyone who reviewed and faved our role-play! We're coming up to the final stretch of the story, so I hope you guys enjoy it! Friday has finally come for our boys and they are more than ready to spend some quality time together ;D
Warnings for this chapter are mature, sexual content, and hints towards 5980 at parts. Please don't hesitate to review and share your thoughts with us! =)
The rest of the week went by relatively fast for Yamamoto as he was too busy to think about how much he missed his beloved bomber. But when he was in class, it was another story entirely. He sat in the back of the room with a perfect view of Gokudera, and because of that, it was becoming even harder to concentrate on class then it already was for the attention depraved teen. Yamamoto always couldn't help but think of how shiny Gokudera's hair looked every day, and if he was using that new shampoo he had talked about a couple of weeks ago. Then, because of that thought, the taller teen would always end up thinking about their early morning rendezvous in the shower at Gokudera's apartment; which only proved to get the young teen excited.
Because of that, Yamamoto ended up taking more bathroom breaks in the last week then was medically considered healthy (that's what his teachers thought anyway. It's not like he could tell them that he didn't have a bladder problem, and that he was only going to the bathroom to jack off all the time!).
These turns of events always made the young jock wonder if Gokudera had figured out what he was doing with every bathroom break he took. He figured that his outrageously smart boyfriend did know what was going on with him throughout the week because of his frequent breaks, but if by some miracle that he didn't, the little blushes Yamamoto sported when he reentered the room and glanced Gokudera's way surely gave him away.
But that was all behind him now. Currently, it was Friday afternoon, and almost time for school to be let out. The last hour of class dragged on agonizingly slow as if to compensate for how fast the last few days had gone by. All Yamamoto could do was stare up at the clock longingly, completely focusing his gaze on the minute hand of the clock and not on the teacher's lecture. Thankfully, the teacher knew that his lack of focus was completely normal and ignored him in turn.
Then, after what felt like an eternity later, the school bell finally rang.
Yamamoto immediately jumped from his seat; an excited smile on his face as he glanced across the room towards Gokudera, who was standing at the front of the class waiting for him. The taller teen swore that he saw his companion send him a small smile, but it was so quick that if Yamamoto had blinked at the wrong moment, he would have missed it.
Unable to contain himself any longer, Yamamoto quickly made his way over to the awaiting Italian, his hazel eyes shining with joy at the thought that he would be able to touch and hold Gokudera to his heart's content very soon.
But sadly, the raven-haired teen's parade was effectively rained on the moment that Tsuna approached the both of them; a worried look covering his face.
"Ah! Yamamoto! Gokudera-kun!" The frazzled brunette called out as he quickly made his way over to his two best friends, who were now standing beside each other. "Can you believe that our math teacher is making us retake our math test?! I studied so hard for it, but I still ended up failing along with most of the class…"
"It's alright, Tsuna," Yamamoto smiled comfortingly towards his smaller friend while trying to suppress his longing to just grab Gokudera's hand and run out the door, "I didn't do the best either. We just need to study harder this time around! At least he's giving us a week to prepare, right?"
"Yeah…" Tsuna muttered uncertainly, his eyes completely downcast and lacking any form of confidence. "I knew studying by myself this time around was a bad idea. I just hate that I always depend on you and Gokudera-kun to always help me out of these situations. But, I obviously need the help, or else I'm going to fail this class! So, I was wondering if you guys wanted to come over to my house today to help give us a head start on studying for the test?"
Yamamoto swore that he felt his heart stop then. This just couldn't be happening, could it?! He had been waiting all week—hell, almost two months!—for an opportunity to have alone time with Gokudera where they didn't need to rush!
"Uh, sorry, Tsuna...but I have to help my dad out again today... " Yamamoto apologized as he quickly came up with an alibi. He hated the fact that he was lying to one of his best friends, but he couldn't help it at the moment. He really needed to spend time with Gokudera or he was going to explode!
But…this was Tsuna they were talking about, wasn't it? And he had asked for their help. Yamamoto hated himself then for getting ahead of himself by trying to get out of the study session. There was no way that Gokudera was going to deny their boss's request, even if he didn't feel like doing it! The young jock bit his bottom lip, and balled his hands into fists to try and suppress the hurt and jealousy he felt then. He forgot that Tsuna would always come before him.
Gokudera tried his best to get through that week halfway sane, but it was hard. Just as forewarned, Yamamoto had no time to spare. All they could share were fleeting glances and a few brushes of hands. Not even a kiss in the boy's washroom was an option as somehow they never managed to be alone in there.
When Yamamoto's trips to the bathroom picked up in their frequency, the feisty Italian at first thought it had to do with the rigorous training and the increased intake of fluids the athlete was sure to have. Only, he couldn't help but notice the glance sent his way and the blush his boyfriend sported. It wasn't too hard to put two and two together and feel incredibly flattered, and frustrated, at the same time.
The little bomber was different from the jock in that regard. He kept it together at school. It was at home, that he couldn't concentrate for the life of him. While he tried to study, all he could think about were hazel eyes, raven hair, a strong, sinewy, tanned body, and all the things he wanted to do to it. Gokudera made more use of the lube during this week and learned the fastest way to remove the stuff were a shower and a lot of soap.
Finally it was Friday, but somehow an alien tractor-beam seemed to have slowed down the rotation of the earth, or a nearby worm-hole was disrupting the flow of time. Whatever it was, the day's hours crept along like they were weeks. During that last hour, Gokudera didn't even see the stuff their teacher was writing on the blackboard. It didn't really matter anyway, as he wasn't asked for anything because the teacher never had managed to catch him off guard before, and hated his attitude when he answered.
As soon as the bell rang, Gokudera was at the door. He didn't have to repack anything, as he had never even taken out his textbook and block to begin with. Looking at Yamamoto, he couldn't stop a smile flitting over his features at the excitement he felt. Just a few more minutes and they would be together; and in a few more, they would be alone. It was all he craved.
Their eyes met and the silver-haired Italian's stomach started to flutter; his heart-beat picking up speed. Just when his boyfriend had reached him, the Tenth suddenly called to them. When he heard his boss's frustration and anxiety about the test, he felt a definite pull. The Storm Guardian's heart sank as he saw the down-cast gaze and the drooping shoulders. Then the words he dreaded were spoken. His brain was afire; working at high-speed.
There was no way he could do this to Yamamoto. They needed this time alone! And badly at that! His sense of duty as the Tenth right-hand-man was calling to him, but he had a duty to his boyfriend, too. He needed to be with him so badly, it hurt. The Tenth was compassionate. He never wanted his Famiglia to get hurt on his behalf. So, in a way, it was his duty to keep him from doing that unwittingly, wasn't it?
Already the jock excused himself. With a tortured face, Gokudera bowed deeply before his boss. Unable to look him in the eyes, he shut then. "Sorry! I'm so sorry, Tenth! My expertise in explosions has already been requested by Vongola!" Gokudera felt awful denying any request his boss made. He couldn't lie to him on top of which, but it wasn't really a lie. He was damn sure there would be explosions, and Yamamoto was the Vongola Rain Guardian, and said Guardian definitely had requested him. So, he wasn't lying; not really. "I won't be available before Sunday, I fear!"
He would make it up to his boss. Gokudera swore to himself he would stay as long at the Tenth's as necessary to cram the math formulas into his head. He would see to it personally that his boss would get through the test with a good enough mark to pass, but just not tonight, and not tomorrow either. As bad as it felt to disappoint the Tenth, Gokudera knew it would be worse to do the same to Yamamoto. If...if only the Tenth knew...he'd understand...wouldn't he? Wouldn't his boss make the same decision if their places were switched and he had a date with Kyoko?
"I will gladly spare the whole of Sunday and each afternoon until the day of the test, Tenth!" He offered, still bowing.
Hazel eyes widened, and breath stilled, as Yamamoto saw Gokudera bow down and lie to Tsuna's face. The taller teen almost couldn't believe what he was seeing. Gokudera had actually turned down a request from their boss!
The young jock's heart swelled with happiness and his eyes shook with emotion. Yamamoto had never felt as touched as he did then. He could never love Gokudera enough.
"Oh, okay... " Tsuna spoke in a taken aback tone, not expecting Gokudera to have something going on. "Well, I guess it can't be helped. How about we all study on Sunday then?"
"Y-Yeah, that sounds good…" Yamamoto muttered softly, trying to hide how much his voice was shaking at the moment.
Thankfully, Tsuna didn't notice the weird tone to Yamamoto's voice because Reborn jumped onto the smaller teen's shoulder dressed like a blackboard eraser.
"I guess that means that I'll be teaching you today and tomorrow then," the little hit-man spoke up as Tsuna jumped in surprise.
"Ah! Reborn! Where did you—" Tsuna shouted out in shock before he was cut off by Reborn pulling hard on his ear.
"If we're going to get any studying done, you'll have to run home," Reborn stated factually as he let go of the smaller boy's ear and pointed a pistol at his head instead; sending a knowing smirk Yamamoto and Gokudera's way.
Tsuna screamed in fright before he started running out of the room, shouting his goodbyes to his two best friends on the way out the door. After that, Yamamoto couldn't help but notice that Gokudera and him were the only ones in the classroom at the moment, because the students who had class clean up duty weren't back from the supply closet yet.
Taking the opportunity because he couldn't stand it anymore, Yamamoto quickly wrapped his arms around his little lover's waist and brought him into his chest. The Rain Guardian loved the way their bodies easily melded together after such a long time apart.
"Thank you, Hayato." Yamamoto whispered lovingly into Gokudera's ear, his breath hot and needy as he squeezed his boyfriend tighter to him.
Hearing the disappointment in his boss's voice, the Storm Guardian felt really bad. He once again swore to make it up to him with all his might. Getting up then, he nodded. "Yes, Tenth, that sounds like a very good idea!" Indeed it did, because that meant he would get to be close to Yamamoto on Sunday, too, even if they would not be able to do much but look at each other.
When Reborn-san suddenly jumped into their midst, and steered the Tenth off, Gokudera felt a stab of apprehension at the look the Arcobaleno sent their way. Fuck! Before his mind could dwell on the gaze and its implications, though, the little bomber found himself in Yamamoto's arms. A deep sigh left him as his boyfriend's heat wrapped around him like a warm blanket.
Gokudera was very aware of how perfectly his body molded into the jock's. Hot breath ghosted over his ear, making all the tiny little hairs in that area stand on end, and sending a shiver down his spine. "For what...?" He asked slightly dazed as he was pulled closer still, feeling Yamamoto's clothed member so close, so very close to his; brushing each other.
The stab of aching longing that went through him then finally cleared his head. "D-don't...we can't!" With a blush dusting his cheeks, and more physical effort than it should cost, the smaller teen pushed himself away from Yamamoto.
"W-we should go...fast...very fast," he looked into those hazel orbs then. It wouldn't do them any good if one of their classmates saw them. That was the reason he had pushed the other one off; the only reason. And he hoped the desire he felt would convey through his eyes (the window to his soul) to make that very clear to Yamamoto.
When he heard Gokudera question him, Yamamoto was quick to answer.
"Thank you for choosing us over Tsuna. I don't think I would have been able to last through a study session tonight."
And before he knew it, Gokudera was pushing away from him. The taller teen tried to hold onto his beloved bomber for a little longer, but Gokudera was too persistent. All too soon, his lover was out of his arms and telling him that he couldn't hold him anymore. For a moment, Yamamoto felt lost at the lack of comforting heat his boyfriend provided him, and he also felt a bit hurt that the other had pushed him away, but when he saw the desire in his pale-green eyes, and heard the other's words, he knew he was being oversensitive. He knew it was a bad idea to hug Gokudera in such a public setting, but he just couldn't help himself in that moment! Gokudera had just proved to him on how much he actually cared for their relationship again. It was everything Yamamoto could ask for.
"I-I'm sorry," Yamamoto strained out as he stared deeply into his lover's eyes, trying to show him how much he cared for him and needed him before he looked away again. "I just couldn't control myself; I was so happy. I agree that we should move fast, but…I-I'm not sure how much longer I can hold out, Hayato."
The young athlete felt a little uncertain with how Gokudera would like hearing him calling him by his first name in public, but Yamamoto could slowly feel himself losing control of his body with every second he spent next to his beloved Italian. It was taking every ounce of restraint he had to not push Gokudera onto the teacher's desk and start having his way with him.
"I-I think that you should head over to your apartment first," Yamamoto suggested quickly, feeling his last restraints beginning to subside, and shame flourish into his voice because of it. "I'll meet up with you as soon as I can. I'm sorry, but I just don't think I'll be able to walk with you with how worked up I am right now. I don't think we'd even make it half way to your apartment before I'd lose control…"
"I'm sorry…" Yamamoto mentioned one last time as he quickly glanced up and into Gokudera's eyes again to show him the sincerity behind his words, but he tried to not keep the gaze for long in fear that he'd get lost in the depth of the other's stare and kiss him. "I forgot to pack some things in my school bag anyway, so I'll quickly run home and get them and then run over to your place as fast as I can."
And with that, the Rain Guardian checked to make sure that no one was coming before he planted a quick kiss to the other's forehead, and then ran past him and out the classroom door. As much as it hurt to run away from Gokudera at the moment, he knew it was only for a short while and for the best. He didn't want to end up angering the other for not being able to control himself, and end up making them do such disgraceful things in public. Their first time deserved a higher meaning then something quick like that. It deserved time, and patience, so he wouldn't screw all of that up because of his lack of control now. He just hoped that Gokudera would forgive him for his actions at the moment, and agree with him on it in the end.
The feisty bomber felt bad when he saw the pain in Yamamoto's eyes after he had extricated himself. Before he could remind the other one why this was a necessity, though, he seemed to catch on. "D-don't be...it...it's not easy for me either," the silver-haired Italian admitted softly.
His stomach fluttered at the use of his first name, and at the words and their implications. His body reacted instantly. It was incredible how a few words could have such an influence over him, but all he wanted was to be alone with his boyfriend and act on them!
But that wasn't what Yamamoto wanted. "Wha-what? Why?" Gokudera's eyes widened. Every minute he would be at home without the other would drive him crazy! He wanted to share every fucking second they could have, damn it!
Apologizing, Yamamoto looked at him in an agonized way, and looked away fast again. "Damn...Takeshi..." Gokudera murmured in defeat as a kiss brushed his forehead; and then he was alone. His hands went for his pants pockets all on their own; his fingers wrapping around the dynamite. He so wanted to blow something up right now! The only thing stopping him was the knowledge that Hibari would find out and bite him to death for it.
"AAARGH!" An atypical, frustrated cry left his lips, scaring the two boys just coming in for the clean-up duty into dropping their utensils.
"G-Gokudera-san! We didn't do anything!" They held up their hands in a placating manner, hoping the known delinquent wouldn't take out his frustrations on them.
"And that's why it looks like a pig's den in here!" He barked at them. "Get the fuck to your job! I don't wanna fuckin' see one dust mote dancing around this room on Monday!" Growling at them to drive home his threatening sincerity, he left the classroom, slamming the door behind him, and feeling only a little better at the knowledge that he had scared those two to death and they'd be cleaning the room like crazy.
That fucking Baseball-Freak was messing with his head! And with his damn, traitorous body, too! Hands deep in his pockets and wishing for five cigarettes at the same time, Gokudera walked home then. Kicking every utility pole and wastebasket along the way, he grumbled about that damn idiot he called his boyfriend, knowing all he wanted was to be alone with him; which only served to make him madder yet and even more frustrated.
Yamamoto swore that he had never run so fast in his life.
He tried to think of a situation where he ran during a baseball game or a battle that ensued because of his connection to the mafia, but nothing seemed to match the speed he was running at now. The taller teen knew that he had records at Namimori Middle School and Namimori High School for his sprinting prowess, but he was damn sure he was breaking those records now. Yamamoto didn't want to be away from Gokudera any longer then he had too, and with every second that passed by, an agonizing spasm would course through his body at the lack of the other's presence. But he knew this was for the best. If he hadn't separated himself from his boyfriend then, he and Gokudera would probably be having sex up against a garden wall in the residential district by this point. And as visually stimulating and exciting as that idea was, he knew that so many things could go wrong because of that scenario, so obviously his choice had been for the best.
Finally arriving home, Yamamoto rushed in and up to his room and threw some extra clothes and his toothbrush into his sports duffel bag (that way he could fit all of his stuff, since his school bag was too small), and ran back down the stairs. He quickly said his goodbyes to his father in passing as the older man called out and asked what he was in a rush for. After telling him that he'd be sleeping over at Gokudera's for the next couple of days for a major studying session, Yamamoto was out the door a second later.
With that taken care of, Yamamoto sprinted down the street again towards Gokudera's apartment, hoping that his boyfriend wasn't too cross with him. The young jock was in such a rush that he bumped into people on his way through the busy streets. He even swore he might have knocked down a crabby old lady with a walking stick, but he was too focused on his goal to stop and check. An old woman's wrath was nothing in comparison to Gokudera's!
Funny enough, the only thing that made the raven-haired swordsman slow down to a stop was when he almost ran past the flower shop he had bought his first set of flowers for Gokudera from. Hoping that some more flowers would subdue the probably pissed off Italian, Yamamoto rushed in and bought the biggest bouquet of assorted red and white roses that he could buy.
Knowing he couldn't run now because of the delicate flowers he had in tow, Yamamoto speed walked like crazy until he finally reached Gokudera's apartment complex. Judging by how fast he had gone and the position of the sun, the taller teen guessed that he had taken about a half hour tops to gather everything he needed and get back to the apartment. He was so glad that he lived relatively close by to Gokudera and the school then that Yamamoto thought of buying his father a new set of cutting knives to show his appreciation for picking the perfect place to set up their house.
Clearing his head of those thoughts for a later time, Yamamoto hurried into the building and to Gokudera's apartment door; where he knocked. Gokudera had actually given him an extra key to the apartment because of his early morning breakfast/shower routines, but he felt that if he just walked into the apartment after ditching his boyfriend, he would surely get his head blown off.
He really hoped Gokudera wasn't too angry with him...
As much as the pissed off Italian hoped for it, no gang of hooligans stepped in his way so he could blow off some real steam. He just arrived home all alone. In a fit, he threw his schoolbag across the room to crash with a satisfying, 'bam', against the wall.
In a second though, Gokudera was over there and picked up every single piece that had fallen out of it and stuffed it back, putting the bag in its allotted place next to the couch where he usually studied. There was not a piece in his whole apartment not in its place. Everything was clean, shiny, and even smelled subtly of lemon from the detergents. He had wanted everything perfect for today. Not even one book or magazine was lying around; everything sorted into the shelves.
Looking at Uri's ring, Gokudera sighed. Usually he would let the kitten out now. It was one of the first things he did when he came home. Remembering all the times Uri had disturbed them, though, he had decided to bear the Storm Cat's anger later and keep him locked up for tonight.
With everything done and decided, the Italian stood in the middle of the room, looking forlorn at the door to his apartment. Fuck...he was really pathetic, wasn't he? He felt like Jirou waiting impatiently on Yamamoto while wagging his tail and panting as his tongue hung out.
Shaking his head at himself, the little bomber decided to make use of the time he was sure to have, and changed out of his school uniform. Hanging the uniform in his closet, he pulled out some loose-fitting pants. Gokudera was pretty sure they would become tight soon enough. As the pants were red, he chose a blue shirt with a boned fish design to go with it.
Having learned how much they could get in the way, he took off three of his four necklaces he wore, keeping only the one with the samurai sword pendent Yamamoto had given him. It fit well enough with the skulls and crosses he usually wore; way better than the baseball bat his boyfriend wanted to give him first, anyway! Smiling to himself at the memory, Gokudera shook his head as he heard a knock at the door. Who the fuck could that be now?
Walking to the door, he tore it open. He definitely didn't need some fucking survey guy or religious ambassador chick right now. "WHAT?" He barked, only to turn flaming red when Yamamoto was standing before him. "Wha...why didn't y-you use the key...?" Gokudera was stammering, totally flustered. This afternoon was starting out as an absolute disaster!
Yamamoto practically jumped out of his skin when the angered Storm Guardian opened the door and screamed in his face, but all too soon, the feisty Italian was stammering in a flustered state and questioning his incapability of opening the door himself. The taller teen felt awful. He was certain that Gokudera was really frustrated with him now.
"I-I'm sorry again," Yamamoto muttered forlornly as he bowed his head and brought out the bouquet of flowers from behind his back to show his beloved bomber. "I hated myself for not being able to walk you home, but I seriously didn't think I could control myself long enough to get to your apartment without causing a scene. I-I want tonight to be perfect, so I didn't want to ruin it because I wasn't strong enough to resist temptation. I b-bought you some flowers as an apology and as a commemoration of the day we confessed."
The young jock gathered his courage and finally looked up again into his lover's eyes, his own hazel orbs begging for forgiveness.
"D-Do you forgive me, Hayato?" Yamamoto questioned on bated breath. "I really am sorry. It hurt so much to run away from you, and I ran as fast as I could so that I wouldn't keep you waiting long..."
It was then that the taller teen realized just how out of breath and tired he was from the extreme excursion. He probably looked really pathetic, too. Gokudera must see him as a complete joke right now!
The exhausted Rain Guardian hung his head again in shame as he waited for his lover's answer. Would the little bomber push him away now because he had ruined the moment? Gokudera was rather finicky, like a cat, after all.
Head hung, his boyfriend muttered his apologies. The smaller teen's eyes widened when a big bouquet of red and white roses was held up to him. Fuck, how many of them were there? Yamamoto explained how he was sure he wouldn't have been able to keep his libido in check for the way home. Gokudera actually could understand that argument quite well; even though he thought differently about it.
Yamamoto looked up then. He was so distraught. His face was gleaming and there were sweat stains under his arms. The jock really must have run like the devil. Again the other one dropped his gaze.
Gokudera had felt like screaming and fighting on his way home, but looking at Yamamoto now, he only thought of one kind of tangle. His hand went for the other's neck-tie. Pulling his boyfriend inside, he let the door slam shut behind them.
"You are such an idiot," he was still holding on to the jock's tie, only having reeled him in closer. His face was mere inches from the other one's. "You're underestimating me, Baseball-Freak. I want this night to be perfect, too. Even if you had been too weak, I would have resisted long enough to drag you here."
His green eyes were burning into the hazel one's. "I will forgive you. Under one condition. Don't you dare run away again before this weekend is over. In fact, don't dare to leave my side."
A growl rumbled in the smaller teen's throat. Tugging on the tie, he pressed his lips to Yamamoto's then, sighing from the bottom of his heart. He had missed this feeling so fucking bad that the relief washing through him was so extreme it almost hurt.
Before the taller teen could even think of what was happening, he felt a tug on his necktie as Gokudera pulled him into the apartment and slammed the door behind him. And before he knew it, their faces were inches apart; their breaths mingling as Gokudera's tantalizing lips inched steadily closer with every word that left his mouth. Yamamoto felt bad once his boyfriend's words reached his ears, because he knew that he should have at least put more faith into the other one.
But before he could feel horrible for almost screwing everything up, Gokudera spoke up again, his suggestion sending blood straight to the young jock's groin. And then, with the sexiest growl he had ever heard, Gokudera reeled Yamamoto in for a forceful kiss. The jock sighed at the feeling, too, along with his boyfriend. It had been days since they could touch like this, and it was every bit as amazing as the taller teen remembered their kisses being.
After wrapping his arms protectively around Gokudera's waist, Yamamoto pried his lips away from the other's (which was easier said than done, considering Gokudera seemed intent on never letting Yamamoto go in any sense).
"I'm sorry," the young jock apologized again as he stared longingly into Gokudera's eyes. "I should have put more faith in you instead of running away. But I can promise you that I will keep your condition. The only thing that can pull me away from you now is if the ground tears open and swallows me whole."
And with that, Yamamoto swooped down for another kiss, his hand cupping the back of the other's head as he held him close.
As soon as his lips were on Yamamoto's, the jock dropped his bag to hold him instead. The cellophane wrap of the roses crackled as they pushed up against his back. The other couldn't drop the flowers, too, but needed to hold him with both arms at the same time, it seemed.
Gokudera was licking eagerly at the soft lips when they tried to escape. His tongue stretched a bit further, going along, but it was no use. Questioningly, the smaller teen looked up.
"That's goo..." The little bomber's answer drowned in a deep kiss. This time it was Yamamoto taking action. Another sigh opened him to the tender assault. Gokudera let his boyfriend possess him. He finally let go of the neck-tie, burying his hands in the jock's slightly sweaty hair instead.
Soft moans and whimpers escaped the passionate kiss as the feisty Italian pressed himself longingly into the firm body of his boyfriend.
The young jock moaned at the feeling of Gokudera's fingers in their rightful place; digging into his hair. Another low moan left his lips at the feeling of his lover pressing himself more firmly against him, the noises that the other was making sending shivers of delight down Yamamoto's body.
Wanting to deepen their kiss even further, Yamamoto skillfully pried Gokudera's lips apart with his tongue and delved into his heated cavern, the young jock finally getting to taste the other's spicy palate. Yamamoto groaned heatedly as he explored his lover's mouth, tasting every bit he had to offer as their tongues tangled together in a long overdue dance.
As their tongues wrestled passionately together, the taller teen could only think of how he never wanted the kiss to end, but as he tried hugging Gokudera even tighter to himself, he heard the crinkling of cellophane. Surprised by the fact that he completely forgot he was still holding the roses, Yamamoto lessened his hold on the other, and slowly parted himself from their kiss, his tongue the last to part company with the smaller teen.
"Sorry..." Yamamoto apologized for what felt like the hundredth time as he stared affectionately down at his precious bomber before he let go of him and walked over to the coffee table in the living room. Placing the roses down on the table, and feeling thankful that the flowers weren't damaged because of his ignorance (he had been pressing the back of the bouquet against Gokudera's back), Yamamoto quickly made his way back to his awaiting lover.
"Now where were we?" The young jock whispered huskily as he cupped both sides of Gokudera's face with his hands, his thumbs gently rubbing over the other's cheeks. He didn't let Gokudera answer though as he brought him forward into an open mouth kiss, hoping that the feisty Italian would understand that it was his turn to explore now.
Yamamoto's tongue rubbed the underside of his, making Gokudera moan ecstatically. He was totally lost in the kiss and in the feeling of his boyfriend finally being close to him that he forgot about everything else. It was so good. It should go on forever like this.
Only it didn't. In fact, forever was over pretty, fucking fast. Yamamoto ended the kiss. Again he looked at him questioningly. "Why...?" Why was he apologizing again? Lost and feeling cold, the little bomber looked after the jock. What the hell was he doing?
Then, he understood. Yeah, he guessed it would be too bad if the roses got squashed. At least Yamamoto rushed back to him. A shiver ran down Gokudera' spine at the sexy voice of the other. Again their lips met. He felt the jock's open against his, but no tongue came out. It was a silent invitation he intended to take.
His hands sinking into the thick mass of Yamamoto's hair once more, Gokudera licked along the soft lips, before his tongue slipped into the other one's mouth. He moaned at the taste that hit him. Underneath the minty freshness, there was that sweetness he only associated with his boyfriend. Nothing tasted like it.
Pressing into the firm body again, he tasted Yamamoto fully, playing catch with the resident wet muscle. Lost in the wonderful feeling, his fingers clenched and unclenched in the thick hair of his boyfriend.
Yamamoto shuddered and moaned into the kiss, loving the way Gokudera's tongue rubbed up against his just right, sending waves of pleasure down his spine and making him weak in the knees. The feeling was so amazing and long overdue. The taller teen seriously couldn't get enough of his lover then; wanting the kiss to last for the rest of his life if it was possible.
With another shudder of ecstasy at the heated kiss, Yamamoto brought his hands down from the other's cheeks, the calloused appendages roving down the young bomber's sinewy body until they reached the globes of Gokudera's ass. Possessively grabbing onto the clothed flesh, Yamamoto growled erotically into his lover's mouth as he pressed his growing erection to Gokudera's groin. There was no doubt in his mind on how much he wanted the other then; to feel his bare flesh pressed up against the other's.
Goosebumps spread in the wake of the jock's roaming hands. Gokudera moaned wantonly, rubbing his body slightly against Yamamoto's. Then the two strong hands grabbed his butt; the Rain Guardian growling passionately.
Gokudera echoed the growl as the obvious evidence of the jock's desire pressed into him; rousing his own. The feisty Italian's hands then pulled at Yamamoto's hair. As the other's head went with the pull, lips and teeth wandered over skin. For a moment he nibbled at the chin, before he kissed lower. At a sensitive, soft patch of skin, he licked tenderly before his lips latched onto it, sucking and marking Yamamoto.
He released the jock then, only to let his hands wander over the athletic body. Looking up, his eyes were dark with passion. "Takeshi...I...I need you... need to feel you...so badly," he unconsciously repeated the words he had moaned on the phone. Tonight though, there would be way more than words. Although talking and cuddling on the couch might have been a nicer lead-up, all Gokudera could think about was getting naked and feeling all of Yamamoto.
Hearing Gokudera growl in return turned Yamamoto on to no end, but the taller teen only continued to grow even more excited as he felt the other pull his head in closer, Gokudera's lips leaving his to kiss and nibble hot trails down to his neck. Yamamoto gasped and moaned in rapture as the smaller teen licked and sucked on his neck, undoubtedly leaving a mark to his skin.
All too soon though the attention to his neck stopped to be replaced by roaming hands; Gokudera's jade-grean eyes burning passionately into his own as words of need tumbled from those delicious lips. A sense of deja vu overcame Yamamoto then after hearing the words, along with a rush of blood down to his groin. Before the taller teen could even blink, his erection was fully hard and straining against the confines of his pants.
"I need you too, Hayato." Yamamoto whispered back wantonly, his eyes brimming with passion as well.
Keeping his hands placed over the other's backside, Yamamoto squeezed the firm orbs gently as he trailed kisses along the silver-haired teen's neck, his tongue occasionally lapping at the skin. Kneading the softest flesh he could find with his teeth, the young jock sucked hard on the other's neck, leaving a definitive red mark to match his own. With a couple of soft licks to sooth the irritated flesh, Yamamoto left soft kisses against Gokudera's heated skin again as he traveled back up to the smaller teen's face until he reached an ear. Licking around the shell, Yamamoto nibbled gently around the ear then until he reached the lobe. There he continued to nibble, occasionally pulling at the loose flesh with his teeth as a little possessive growl left his lips again.
With a couple more laps of his tongue against the other's lobe, and kisses to the side of his face, Yamamoto lowered his mouth to Gokudera's ear, his breath coming out hot and heavy against the porcelain skin.
"Lead the way, Hayato." Yamamoto prompted huskily, indicating for the other to take him to the bedroom when he was ready.
The burning gaze of the hazel eyes was so intense, the little Italian felt a fire starting in his gut. At the squeeze to his butt, Gokudera closed his eyes, his head dropping back in a deep moan. Soft whimpers followed as the hot lips made his neck their territory. The lapping tongue made him shiver, while he growled erotically at the torturing teeth.
His hands had slipped under the jacket and stroked Yamamoto's back as the jock started on his ear. He was panting fast, his hands clenching in the shirt. Fucking shit! This felt incredible! He had no idea his ears could be so sensitive, but every little bite and lick seemed to go down directly to his groin.
"Ta-Takeshi..." he whispered in an unsteady voice.
Hot breath then ghosted over his ear, and he heard the words he had wanted to hear. There was no hesitation; he wanted nothing more than this. Taking one of Yamamoto's hands, he walked them into his bedroom.
Gokudera had changed the sheets and covers for the occasion, his bedding neatly folded back for once instead of bunched somewhere at the foot of the bed. He had wanted everything to be perfect.
But as they entered the room, all thoughts were on Yamamoto; and him alone. Inside, the silver-haired bomber turned. He stretched on tiptoe to kiss his boyfriend as his hands slid under the jacket, pushing it over the shoulders to let it drop to the ground. Tenderly his hands then stroked from the shoulders to the chest, brushing the athlete's nipples through his shirt, before he went for the neck-tie; loosening and dropping it, too.
All the while, their lips and tongues were playing and soft moans filled the room.
Unbridled excitement coursed through the taller teen's body as Gokudera took his hand and led him to the bedroom. As they entered, Yamamoto glanced towards the bed that awaited them and couldn't help but feel touched when he noticed how the smaller teen had folded his sheets back neatly so that they wouldn't get messy. It was apparent that Gokudera had tried to make the bed look nice and enticing for this special occasion.
The thoughts of the bed were immediately pushed out of his mind, though, when he felt Gokudera stretch up and kiss him, the sudden kiss immediately turning into a hot make-out session once Yamamoto responded back. The two teens sucked, nibbled and tangled their tongues together in a passionate frenzy, moaning their contentment into their lovers' mouths. Yamamoto moaned even deeper when he felt Gokudera slide his jacket from off of his shoulders and start stroking his skin through his school shirt; enticing his nipples to harden with a brush of the smaller teen's thumbs. And then, he felt his tie loosen from around his neck and fall with his jacket towards the floor. Groaning needy into Gokudera's mouth again, Yamamoto stirred his own hands into action as he placed them on the smaller teen's back. He then massaged down Gokudera's back in small circles while he continued to kiss the Italian breathless. Once he reached the small of the other's back, Yamamoto slipped his hand underneath Gokudera's shirt, sliding his hands up and down the warm skin of his precious bomber's back as he finally put an end to their passionate kiss by coming up for air.
Breathing heavily, Yamamoto's hazel-brown eyes stared lustfully into Gokudera's green as he slid his hands out from underneath his companion's shirt, and tugged on the bottom of it; silently asking for him to slip it off.
While the smaller bomber started on the buttons to Yamamoto's shirt, a calloused hand found its way under his as well. Gokudera whimpered into the hot kiss at the feeling.
Even though he was short of breath, just like his boyfriend, he couldn't help but mewl sadly as their kiss ended. Only the look of pure desire in the hazel eyes reassured him. As the hand tugged on his shirt, he took hold of the hem and pulled it over his head, letting it drop just like the clothes of the jock.
Again he fiddled at the buttons to Yamamoto's shirt. As soon as it was half open, his hand slipped in, stroking the muscled chest. A moan left his lips at the feeling. Seeking one already hardened nipple, he stroked it with his thumb again before he went on opening the shirt and pushed it over the other's shoulders to drop to the floor, just like the jacket.
Seeing Gokudera's shirt fall to the floor, Yamamoto's eyes stared entranced at the beautiful creamy expanse of skin. He felt the incredible urge to mark as much of the perfect skin as he could then, but before he could get too carried away, he felt Gokudera undoing the buttons to his shirt. The Rain Guardian's breath hitched in his throat as he felt Gokudera's hands on him again. Long, delicate, piano fingers danced across his bare chest, making his heart beat faster as a thumb came to stroke one of his hardened peaks. Yamamoto tilted his head back a little and moaned lightly at the feeling, but sadly, it didn't continue as Gokudera opted to instead finish with unbuttoning his shirt and push it off his shoulders to the floor.
"Mmm, you're so eager, Hayato... " Yamamoto hummed pleasurably at Gokudera's insistence in stripping the taller teen as fast as he could.
Gathering his little lover in his arms, he nibbled Gokudera's other ear this time as his hands rubbed up and down the smaller teen's upper body, feeling every inch of skin he could get too. His fingers stopped once they brushed past the Storm Guardian's nipples, where Yamamoto took the time to rub up against them with his thumbs as he trailed slow, soft kisses down to his lover's creamy neck. There, the young jock sucked hard at the exposed flesh and left a matching mark to the other love bite on Gokudera's neck, but this time, on the opposite side. He lapped at the irritated skin for a bit until a certain thought crossed his mind and halted all of his current actions. He was getting a little tired of standing.
"Let's go somewhere a little more comfortable," the taller teen purred in his lover's ear as he nipped at the shell before he bent down. Placing his one arm around Gokudera's shoulders and the other behind his knees, Yamamoto literally swept his lover off of his feet in one smooth motion and into his arms like a new bride. Giving his smaller companion an amused but affectionate smirk, he stood back up and made his way over to the awaiting bed, laying Gokudera gently down on top of it.
"Don't tell me you're not," the little bomber scoffed, knowing the answer to that only too well. Also, he felt it just a second later as he was once again pulled against Yamamoto. A deep, satisfied sigh left Gokudera's lips then. He finally felt his boyfriend's wonderful heat, too.
Soft, eager whimpers poured from him as his ear was attacked. Stretching his neck for the sweet and torturous games of the jock, he touched and stroked every piece of skin he could reach. The Italian moaned breathlessly when his nipples were rubbed to full hardness; stabs of electricity traveling right down to his groin. He was so thankful for his decision to wear loose pants.
"Ta-Takeshi," he rasped ecstatically at the mixture of pleasure and slight pain as he was marked again. His hands had buried once again in Yamamoto's hair at the feeling, unconsciously holding the other to him like he was demanding more.
"Hm?" Gokudera's mind had a little trouble catching up to those words that wandered in the mist of pleasure that was surrounding him. "Yeah...leeeeeeeeeee..." His answer turned into a surprised scream. "Wha...? Wha-what do you think you're doing?!" A deep flush flooded Gokudera's face as he was carried bridal-style to the bed.
Even a month ago, this would have gone down pretty badly. Seeing as it was clear he would be uke, this kind of action, coupled with the roses, would have him doubting Yamamoto's image of him. He would have felt like the other treated him like a girl, and he would have been hurt and furious.
But Gokudera had worked hard on himself. Yamamoto had shown some real patience. Talking had helped a lot. The sweet, giving nature of his boyfriend had done even more to make the temperamental Italian more relaxed. Although he felt a bit awkward being carried like this, he knew there was no hidden, deeper meaning to it. This was just his stupid, insanely strong boyfriend, acting all over-eager, and knowing this made Gokudera feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
At his first surprise, his hands had clenched in the thick hair. By the time they were at the bed, the bomber stroked and massaged the back of Yamamoto's head to soothe it a bit. As he was laid down on the bed, he pulled the tanned face closer to him. "Takeshi..." He whispered softly before he touched his lips to the jock's, leaving himself opened to be claimed.
Yamamoto hummed in contentment at the feeling of Gokudera massaging the back of his head as he placed his lover on the bed. Shudders of rapture traveled down his spine at hearing the other say his name so lovingly before he was brought into a gentle kiss. It took only a few seconds for Yamamoto to part his lover's lips and reunite their tongues once again, the wet friction and the feeling of the smaller teen's fingers digging into his scalp, turning the young jock on all the more.
The kiss was slow and passionate; the two lovers pouring every emotion they could into it as Yamamoto settled down on the bed on top of his significant other. Sadly, their meaningful kiss was broken when Yamamoto accidentally pressed his groin down on Gokudera's; which elicited a pleasured hiss from the taller teen at the sudden contact.
As shudders of excitement and pleasure coursed down his spine at the feeling of their clothed erections pressing up against each other, Yamamoto caught his breath as best as he could before he started kissing delicate trails down to the Storm Guardian's chest. There, the raven-haired teen put his fingers and tongue to good use as he took turns rubbing and sucking on Gokudera's hardened nipples. Taking the rosy bud in between his thumb and forefinger, Yamamoto would tweak the nipple back and forth while he licked around the base of the other one, and then take it into his mouth and suck hard; occasionally nipping at it with his teeth for good measure. The young athlete moaned around the hardened peaks with every beautiful noise that Gokudera made in exchange. Because of that, Yamamoto desired to hear more.
Deeming the bomber's nipples to be thoroughly ravished, Yamamoto decided to start sucking hard on different areas of flesh along the feisty Italian's chest and stomach while he started to gently rub his clothed erection against Gokudera's. All too soon, the two teens were moaning ecstatically from the slight friction as Yamamoto kept up the agonizingly slow pace; his nipping teeth leaving red love bites all along the smaller teen's upper torso.
A satisfied moan was the welcome for the jock's tongue as it entered the feisty bomber's mouth. To Gokudera, the kiss couldn't last long enough. It felt so good just to be this close and taste each other, but a deep hiss tore them apart. The sound his boyfriend had made was copied by himself at the torturous and delicious feeling of their hard members brushing against each other.
Soft sighs poured from the smaller Italian's lips as his neck and chest were kissed tenderly. "Ah...ngh...aah..." Gokudera couldn't decide on the right sound to make. Yamamoto's licks sent shivers down his spine, while his tweaking almost hurt (but it turned the bomber on nonetheless). It was the nipping that made him arch his back and writhe in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
Seemingly aimless, Yamamoto's lips wandered over his skin, latching onto the most sensitive spots and sucking at them to leave marks. Gokudera groaned and whimpered under the tender assault; arching his back. The slight rubbing of their hard members against each other had him panting in no time.
After another love bite that had the little bomber groaning, the hands in the jock's hair made the other look up. "Please...Takeshi, d-don't keep me waiting," he whispered. Gokudera needed to feel all of Yamamoto, and he was sure the other felt the same.
Feeling a tug in his hair, Yamamoto glanced up and into his lover's desperate eyes. The taller teen choked on the words that desired to leave his mouth then as his heart skipped a beat in his chest. He needed the other just as bad too.
"Hayato..." The young jock finally choked out as he stared deeply into the bomber's eyes. He wanted to tell the smaller teen that he loved him, but a sudden fear seized him. What if Gokudera still wasn't ready to hear those words? What if he got so flustered that he would be unwilling to continue?
Yamamoto took in a deep breath and let it out steadily as he calmed himself down. He decided in the end to say something different.
"I can't believe I'm here with you right now," the taller teen murmured lovingly as he kissed Gokudera's smooth stomach before looking deeply into his eyes again. "I'm so happy that you're willing to go through with this. There's no place I'd rather be then here."
Planting a soft kiss to Gokudera's lips and the samurai sword pendent hanging from his boyfriend's neck (he felt honored that Gokudera was wearing it for this occasion), Yamamoto decided to fulfill his lover's request. Placing his fingers around the hem of the loose-fitting, red pants (Yamamoto was thrilled that his lover wasn't wearing any difficult belts at the moment), he pulled them easily down, only to see the boxers that lay underneath. Yamamoto forgot how to breathe as he took in the sight of the familiar looking dynamite boxers, a little bit of pre-cum starting to dribble down his straining erection as arousing memories resurfaced in his head.
Overwhelmed by the happiness and his arousal, Yamamoto paused in pulling down Gokudera's pants in favor of slamming his lips hungrily against the other's mouth, his tongue desperately licking at the smaller teen's lips for entrance. He loved Gokudera so much; words couldn't even describe his feelings at the moment.
Was he going too fast? The feisty Italian wavered as Yamamoto just looked at him with an intense gaze that seemed to burn into his soul. Only the way his name was rasped then, with such deep emotions, reassured Gokudera.
His stomach muscles twitched at the sweet kiss delivered there. His jade green eyes locked with the hazel ones. "I...I'm glad you're here...I wouldn't want to share this with anyone but you," he whispered back.
The smaller teen sighed at the chaste kiss, and smiled softly as the pendant was kissed, too. Finally the jock pulled at his pants. Though they were loose enough, the waistband did rub almost painfully over his oversensitive hard flesh and he hissed.
For the occasion, the silver-haired Italian had put on the dynamite boxers he had worn that first night they had confessed their feelings. He knew how much Yamamoto liked them, and they didn't fail to elicit a strong reaction. His mouth was covered in an instant by possessive lips. Moaning deeply, Gokudera gave way under the lapping tongue; greeting it with his own.
Wrapping his arms around his boyfriend, he pulled him in close, whimpering at the sensations overwhelming him and at feeling the strength and the heat of the other. He tried to lift his leg to wrap it around the jock, too, only the half pulled down pants wouldn't allow for that.
Their tongues tousled desperately together as Yamamoto pressed his whole body against the writhing body of Gokudera's, loving the way his lover met his actions with just as much enthusiasm. But when he felt the smaller teen's half-attempt at wrapping his leg around his waist, the taller teen was brought back down from his sudden high at the realization. He needed to finish what he had started.
Wanting nothing more than to feel the other completely bare against him, Yamamoto begrudgingly separated himself from his boyfriend with a slight whimper. He quickly grabbed onto the hem of Gokudera's pants again, and with a low growl, slipped the pants off of his lover's body in one swift movement. Tossing the red pants to the floor, Yamamoto then wrestled with the pants to his school uniform. It only took a few seconds for the school garment to meet with Gokudera's pants on the bedroom floor, and for the young jock to be straddled above the other in tight ocean blue boxer briefs with a wave design on them. The taller teen had actually wanted to wear one of the two pairs of boxers that Gokudera had given him after their first sexual excursion, but he was afraid that his lover would freak out for still having the clothes. Also, he was worried about getting them dirty and stained. So, in order to preserve the precious boxers, Yamamoto sadly opted out of wearing them for the occasion, but he hoped the one's he picked were sexy enough for his boyfriend's liking.
There was so much need in the kiss, and so much desperation, it tugged at Gokudera's heart. As much as he wanted Yamamoto, his boyfriend seemed to need him even more. There was only one name for the feelings he held for the other, but the little bomber was afraid to christen them; to make it too real. But most of all, he was afraid the other didn't feel quite the same. It was better to leave it unnamed and just enjoy how it felt.
He mewled sadly when their kiss ended so suddenly. Following the jock with his eyes, he understood why they had to separate. Gokudera shivered at the growl and felt a drop of pre-cum gather and soak in his boxers. How could even one sound from the other do this to him?
Next, Yamamoto freed himself of his pants. The smaller teen very much would have liked to help with that, but the athlete just seemed set on getting it off as soon as possible. There was a hitch in the feisty bomber's breath then as he saw what his boyfriend wore underneath. The tight boxer-briefs showed the state of Yamamoto's arousal only too well. The blue wave design fit him so perfectly.
A growl rumbled in Gokudera's throat then. Reaching out, he brought his boyfriend in for a tight embrace, kissing him passionately. There was something he wanted to do tonight. He was a bit nervous about it, but those damn sexy boxer-briefs had him so hot and bothered, it overwrote any second thoughts.
Still kissing Yamamoto with a ravenous hunger, he managed to roll the two of them around. When he was on top, he ended their kiss, looking into his surprised boyfriend's eyes. The little Italian wanted to say something, but he choked. Before his nerves could get the better of him, he growled again. He would do this. He wanted to do this for his boyfriend.
Lifting off the jock, he scuttled back a bit. Carefully lifting the waistband first, he stripped Yamamoto of the last piece of clothing. His own boxers went the same way; somewhere over the side of the bed. His heart pounding like crazy and face flushed deeply, Gokudera then slipped between Yamamoto's slightly spread legs, forcing them apart a little further.
He looked up then; those hazel eyes were questioning him. Gokudera had a hundred things he wanted to say, but he just wasn't too good with words. Trying to pour all his feelings into his gaze, he then leaned down. Three fingers wrapped around the hard, hot flesh delicately, holding it up just right so he could lick at it tentatively.
Before the taller teen could even think on his next course of action, another sexy growl left his boyfriend's throat as he was roughly embraced and kissed. Yamamoto gasped in surprise before it turned into a throaty moan as Gokudera's tongue attacked his mouth mercilessly like a starving animal. It took all of Yamamoto's strength just to keep up with the other, but he somewhat expected it. After all, the Vongola Storm Guardians were always famous for their relentless attacks.
That fact rang true as the young jock felt himself forcibly flipped over onto his back, his bare skin hitting the warm mattress sheet as Gokudera straddled his hips from above. Yamamoto gasped from surprise as Gokudera's lips parted from his for much needed air, but the taller teen hardly had a chance to take in a breath before he was choking on it. Gokudera was staring deeply into his eyes, the smaller teen's jade orbs shaking with a strong desire. He then heard the other make a little noise, like he wanted to say something, but the feisty Italian seemed to decide against it and growled instead. A shudder ran down the athlete's spine at hearing the throaty growl, loving the sound no matter how many times Gokudera made it.
Yamamoto's heart started to beat faster than as he saw Gokudera lift himself off and scuttle back. Before he could miss the warmth that left him along with the smaller teen, he saw the other's slim piano fingers slip around the hem of his boxers. In seconds, both of their boxers were on the floor, and Yamamoto was hissing as the cool air hit his erection full force. Catching his breath again, he stared hungrily at his boyfriend's completely bare body, admiring his lover's pulsating erection and how white beads were beginning to form at the tip. The taller teen unconsciously licked his lips at the sight before another gasp left his throat as he felt Gokudera spread his legs further.
Shock and slight fear coursed throughout the Rain Guardian's body then. Why was Gokudera spreading his legs?! Didn't they agree that Gokudera was going to be the one bottoming tonight? He wasn't sure if he was mentally ready for penetration yet; especially since he thought Gokudera was going to be the only one doing that at the moment!
Trying his best to quell the fear that consumed him, so that he wouldn't scare Gokudera away, Yamamoto gave his lover a silent, yet questioning look. All too soon, those beautiful emerald eyes were staring deeply into his again. Yamamoto got lost in the other's eyes as millions of emotions seemed to flash across those vibrant green orbs. And then, Yamamoto's silent question was finally answered; but not with words. It only took a minute for his lover to grab onto Yamamoto's hot shaft; the taller teen gasping and arching into the heated touch.
And then...he felt the other's tongue.
Another surprised gasp and a throaty moan of pleasure left the athlete's lips at the slight, wet touch; his member twitching at the feeling. Yamamoto could barely wrap his head around the fact that Gokudera was actually licking his most private area, because he could remember the other being uncomfortable with the very thought a couple of months ago, but the taller teen didn't think on that for long as he soon basked in the attention.
"H-Hayato...please...more... " Yamamoto pleaded with need as he stared down imploringly into his lover's eyes. Just one lick had almost made his toes curl; he could only imagine his reaction if Gokudera actually engulfed him.
A gasp and a beautiful, deep moan were his answer. The feisty Italian felt his heartbeat slow down a bit as his action was received with excitement. This lasted for all about two seconds, though, as his boyfriend begged for more then.
The look in those hazel eyes that burned into him, took Gokudera's breath away. He wanted to fulfill Yamamoto's wish. He wanted to fulfill any wish the other ever had or would have. Trying to keep their gazes locked, the bomber licked from the base slowly up to the head. As he came higher, a salty taste started to dance on his tongue, underneath, though, there was something else; something familiar.
It was when he reached the top, and a drop of pearly essence awaited him, that Gokudera identified the familiarity. Beneath the overlying saltiness, there was that sweetness that couldn't be named, and couldn't be described other than essentially Yamamoto. He moaned softly at the taste. This wasn't nearly as bad as he had expected.
The smart Italian had read a lot on how to do this, and do it right. He needed the theory before he delved into action. As the tip of his tongue lapped at the thick drop of the jock's desire, he made sure to softly nudge the tiny slit underneath.
He remembered the often stated tip to make the partner's member as wet and slick as possible. Taking this to heart, Gokudera took his time licking all along and around the hot, throbbing flesh, liking the sounds Yamamoto made and how the member twitched with excitement.
When he deemed his preparation work done, the feisty bomber gazed up at his boyfriend again. 'Here it goes...' he thought. Opening his mouth, he wrapped his lips around the head. His tongue circled the sensitive skin and the full taste of Yamamoto Takeshi hit him. A deep, contented moan hummed around the thick flesh between his lips. Trying to get at more of that special taste, Gokudera sucked softly.
Yamamoto tried to watch the other lick up to the tip of his member, but he couldn't keep eye contact. The sight was just too powerful, and sent his stomach twisting into pleasurable knots. But that wasn't like Gokudera's tongue wasn't doing the same thing, because it was. Lewd moans left the taller teen's lips as his lover licked all around his pulsating shaft, and when Gokudera's tongue dipped into his slit and lapped up his pre-cum, Yamamoto practically came with a loud shout but he somehow held himself back. How could he be so sensitive to the other's touches?
Feeling his toes begin to curl at the amazing feelings coursing through his body, Yamamoto gasped in shock when he felt the attention cease. Opening his eyes, he desperately glanced down towards his lover, his eyebrows rising in question as to why he had stopped. Yamamoto got his answer in the form of Gokudera wrapping his lips around the tip of his erection.
With a surprised gasp, Yamamoto slammed his head back down into the mattress as his lower half arched into the intense heat. A scream of pleasure cascaded from the young jock's mouth as he felt Gokudera moan around his shaft, sending vibrations down his lower half.
"Hayato! Hayato, yes! Yes!" Yamamoto shouted, lost in the haze of ecstasy as he felt the other suck on his tip, the pleasure building within his body and almost sending him over the edge. "More! Please! So close!"
The arching body took the little bomber by surprise. For a second he almost choked. Now he remembered that some people had advised to hold the other down. That's what he did then; planting both hands firmly on his boyfriend's hips.
Yamamoto's desperate screaming and pleading sent shivers through him. He felt himself dribble pre-cum in response. He never thought it would feel so good just to give the other one pleasure. Trying to relax his jaw and throat like he had read, Gokudera took the pulsating flesh deeper into his mouth.
His tongue rubbed softly against the vein on the underside as he took in more and more. But only about half-way (Yamamoto was well endowed!) he just had to stop, as he felt like choking again. This wasn't quite as easy as he had read. Yamamoto was making such ecstatic sounds, though, it didn't seem to matter, too much.
His lips went back the way they came, pressing tightly to the sensitive member as his tongue snaked around it. He teased the head when he reached it before he fell into a rhythm of bobbing his head and sucking. Gokudera looked up then, again. Yamamoto looked incredibly sexy in his ecstasy; it was an unbelievably good feeling to know he was doing this to him.
No longer able to think properly due to the intense pleasure, Yamamoto could only sink his hands into the beautiful silver strands of hair, his fingernails digging into the other's scalp as Gokudera bobbed up and down his shaft. The smaller teen's tongue sent his whole body aflame as it swirled around his twitching member.
"Yes, Hayato! Yes!" The taller teen screamed in rapture again as he felt his abdominal muscles coil tightly together. "A-Almost t-there…ah…Ha…Hayato~~!"
And with one last desperate scream of pleasure, Yamamoto arched his back and came hard; the young jock's vision blurred by a film of white as his body shook in orgasm.
Yamamoto's hands went for his head. Gokudera groaned as the nails dug into his skin. The screams became more ecstatic. He got a final warning. The little bomber had been unsure how far he wanted to take this. Actually he had been sure he'd retreat in the last second. After tasting his boyfriend, though, he had changed his mind.
With the scream of his name, the other came copiously. Gokudera tried his best to swallow the salty, yet somehow sweet, cum spilling down his throat, and filling his mouth, too. In the message board posts he had read on the matter it had sounded so easy! Fucking braggarts, the whole lot of them! Fighting hard not to gag, he swallowed again around the flesh still in his mouth. Some of the fluid spilled as he finally retreated, running from the corner of his mouth.
Even though the end wasn't too perfect on his side, one look at Yamamoto's face made it totally worth it. A loving smile settled on the smaller Italian's face. For his first time, he seemed to have done pretty good.
Yamamoto breathed heavily as he lay against Gokudera's bed. He tried getting his bearings on the situation as he caught his breath, but it was hard considering his brain was a pleasant pile of useless mush at the moment for just experiencing one of the greatest orgasms he'd ever had. It was beyond amazing. If he remembered correctly, he had felt his lover's warm mouth surrounding him the whole time; even when he came. Just the thought of that sent Yamamoto's flaccid member straight towards the ceiling again, completely turned on at the thought of the other swallowing his seed.
Finally catching his breath, the young jock opened his eyes to look up towards his loving boyfriend. It was soon after that, that Yamamoto's hazel eyes widened in shock as he saw the other smile lovingly down at him; a trail of cum dribbling down from the corner of his mouth. The surprised Rain Guardian stared at the sight before him in complete amazement for a moment before the image fully processed in his brain. Gokudera had just given him a blowjob and willingly stuck with it until the very end!
Hot, surging passion flooded Yamamoto's whole body then as he shot up and smashed his lips against his smiling lover's as thanks. Threading his fingers through the other's silky, silver tresses, the taller teen licked the trail of his own cum off of the other's chin, analyzing the slightly weird flavor in his mouth for a moment before hungrily pushing his tongue up against the other's lips, begging for entrance. It didn't take long for Gokudera to comply with his wish, and Yamamoto was soon delving into the other's hot cavern, tasting the familiar flavor of his lover along with the hint of his own. This only served to turn Yamamoto on all the more as the taller teen dragged his smaller companion down until he was lying completely flat against the bed with the other on top.
As his tongue played passionately with it's significant other, loving the taste of their union, Yamamoto brought one of his hands out of Gokudera's hair to trail down the silver-haired teen's body until it firmly grasped the other's aching length. Taking the other's surprise as his initiative, Yamamoto took advantage of the situation, and easily flipped their positions until he was straddling the other's hips from up top.
"Hayato, I can't take it anymore," Yamamoto whispered out huskily in desperation as he separated his lips from his lover's, staring imploringly down into Gokudera's jade-green eyes. "I need you so badly…Please…"
As he stared lustfully down into his lover's eyes, he hoped that Gokudera understood that he was silently asking where the other had placed his lube, since he found his words starting to fail him the longer he stared at the other's beautifully ravished lips and weeping erection. He wanted nothing more than to pay Gokudera back for all the pleasure he had given him, and then pleasure him some more.
Finally, the haze in Yamamoto's gaze lifted and they really looked at each other. Different emotions flashed in the jock's eyes before he attacked him with an intense fierceness that took the bomber by surprise.
His slightly bruised lips were tortured more as their hungry counterparts pressed against them forcefully. A moan left his lips, as they got free for a second when the trail of cum he just couldn't keep in was licked off of his skin. Somehow, this was damn sexy, Gokudera thought.
Yamamoto's tongue licked at his sensitive lips next, prying them open. While his mouth was thoroughly and ravenously being plundered, he was pulled on top of the jock. 'Fucking shit, he's already so hard again,' the feisty Italian realized as he felt his aching flesh brush against its partner.
He whimpered into their continuing, hot kiss, snaking his tongue around it's counterpart and rubbing against it. An ecstatic cry drowned in the heat of the kiss then as his throbbing member was wrapped in a calloused hand. He wanted to push himself wantonly into that hand, only, Yamamoto used the same trick he had by turning them both around.
Their kiss ended then. Opening his eyes, he stared up into dark hazel orbs that caught him in an instant and would forever keep him prisoner. Gokudera trembled at the desire dripping in every word, and at the deep need he felt himself. "Ta-Takeshi...I need you, too," he whispered hoarsely. Swallowing audibly, he turned his head, pointing to the nightstand. "Drawer," he just said.
His stomach was fluttering with nervousness again now that it came to it. Gokudera wanted it with all his heart and body, but still, he couldn't quell the slight anxiety he started to feel.
Yamamoto had to suppress a slight moan as Gokudera whispered wantonly back before indicating the bedside drawer beside them. It amazed him just how in sync they were; that they knew what the other was thinking without a word having to be said. This proved true as the taller teen started reaching for the drawer, only to stop midway as he noticed the look of anxiety that crossed his lover's features. Trying his best to suppress the urge to take his lover then and there like he had wanted to for the past couple of minutes, Yamamoto took a deep, steadying breath to calm himself before he cupped his lover's face in both of his hands and lay a loving kiss upon his forehead.
"I'll go slow, Hayato," the taller teen whispered out soothingly as he gave his lover his most sincere expression. "I promise."
Laying a delicate, chaste kiss against Gokudera's lips, Yamamoto let go of the other and opened the drawer to the other's nightstand. Immediately seeing what he wanted, the eager Rain Guardian grabbed on to the big bottle of lube and pulled it out. As he shut the drawer again, the taller teen couldn't help but notice that about a good quarter of the bottle's contents had already been used up. Yamamoto stared at the bottle in shock for a moment before his brain finally processed the fact that Gokudera must have used the lube more after their phone conversation a few days back.
Completely turned on by that little fact, Yamamoto swooped down for another heated kiss with his lover; gnawing the other's lower lip gently with his teeth before withdrawing. He had made up his mind. He would tell Gokudera how much he felt for him, but not at this moment. Yamamoto swore he would a little later though, when he felt the moment would be more right.
"There's something I have to tell you later, Hayato," Yamamoto spoke with all of the love in the world. "But right now, I want to even us out. It's not fair that I'm the only one that's gotten release so far."
And with that, Yamamoto opened the bottle of lube and squirted a generous amount onto his fingers. Shuddering at the cool feeling against his skin, the taller teen placed the bottle of lube back onto the nightstand before rubbing the liquid around three of his fingers. Deeming his fingers thoroughly lubricated, the now slightly anxious athlete (after all, he hadn't actually done this before) spread his lover's legs further apart with his clean hand and other arm. Trailing his lubricated fingers along Gokudera's inner thigh and down until he reached his entrance, he placed the cooled tip of his index finger upon the ring muscle.
"Relax," Yamamoto whispered out soothingly again as his eyes roved over the other's body until he reached those beautiful green orbs again. "Just relax and tell me when you're ready, Hayato."
Even though Gokudera had told Yamamoto where the lube was, the other halted in his actions. Turning his head to look up at the other again, the smaller teen's face was cupped gently and his forehead was kissed. A soft sigh left the reddened lips at the reassuring words.
"I...I know I can trust you," he whispered back.
Gokudera closed his eyes then as his boyfriend went for the lube. Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm himself and relax. He never saw the shocked look on Yamamoto's face at the amount of content already gone from the bottle; otherwise he'd have gone crimson red. As it was, the little bomber was taken completely by surprise by the hot, passionate kiss; moaning with need as his lower lip was nibbled at.
"Hm?" Blinking away the lustful haze the kiss had induced, Gokudera tried to make sense of what the other one was saying. "I...I just wanted to make you feel good," he said softly, looking into the hazel eyes questioningly. Why didn't Yamamoto want to tell him now? Had he congratulated himself too early? Was something wrong about the way he had done it just now? Didn't he want to say anything now, so as not to ruin the mood? Or...or was it something worse... something way worse...?
Absentmindedly, Gokudera hissed only slightly as the cool gel hit his heated skin. With his mind running a hundred miles a minute, making up worst case scenarios of what it was Yamamoto had to tell him, he couldn't be in the moment, let alone enjoy what was happening. As the finger touched his entrance, his hand shot forth, grabbing the jocks arm and stopping him.
Searching the other's gaze he tried to find an answer. "Is...Is everything...alright between us?" The little bomber's voice was unsteady, his face full of anxiety. He just couldn't do this, if something was wrong.
To the taller teen's complete surprise, Gokudera's hand shot out to stop him. What? What just happened?