"Dino-san!" Yamamoto moaned as the man kissed his neck and ran his fingers up and down his back. Yamamoto shivered, sitting in Dino's lap, face-to-face. His body was hot, he'd never felt more vulnerable in his life.
"Ah, w-wait," he pleaded as Dino slid his fingers underneath Yamamoto's shirt. "Stop, I…" He whined when Dino bit his ear. "Mm, Di-Dino-san… ah! I feel…" Dino let his breath spread over Yamamoto's heated neck and slowly, carefully, slipped his fingers down, down, down.
"Stop!" Yamamoto shouted, shuffling messily out of the seat, accidentally honking the horn. He scrambled into the passenger's seat, grabbing his bag, and reached for the door handle.
"Wait, what's wrong?" Dino asked with a groan.
"It's just…" Yamamoto held his bag to his chest, eyes diverting Dino's gaze. "It's just… I can't, Dino-san. I feel weird. I'm…" He shut his eyes and dashed out the car, running home as fast as he could.
Dino let out a noise of frustration, glancing down at his, ahem, big promblem. He bit his lip before deciding he'd take of it later. At home. To thoughts of finally having what he wanted most.
The next weekend happened almost as though that evening had never went awry, as though Yamamoto didn't cry that night, as though Dino didn't silently whisper the boy's name while settling his own desires.
"Where do you want to go today?" Dino asked, walking around the shopping center dressed in an expensive lightweight coat, hip T-shirt, and faded jeans with a fringed bandana around his neck and designer sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose. Yamamoto walked beside him with pink cheeks.
"It's a bit embarrassing to go with you anywhere when you look like a movie star," the boy laughed, noticing blushing girls taking pictures from afar and hearing comments like "Wow, so cool! Is he an idol?"
Dino snickered, "But doesn't that flatter you? That you're dating an 'actor'?" Dino joked.
"Quit it," Yamamoto chuckled. He pointed to a café. "Let's go there, I heard they have really good coffee."
Without thinking, Yamamoto grabbed onto Dino's hand and began dashing towards the small restaurant. The brunette's palm was warm and soft, his fingers were slim and locked on tight. Dino's heart raced. Raced nearly as much as when they would spend half hours in his car, touching, wanting, grinding and moaning. Thoughts of these moments didn't even pass his mind as Yamamoto led him into the café. He wanted this to remain innocent. To never let go. So, even when Yamamoto unhitched his fingers, Dino held on.
Yamamoto looked up at Dino with wide eyes. Seeing the resolution on the man's face, he entwined their fingers once again with a sweet, knowing grin.
They stood in line, gaining stares due to their extremely daring public affection.
"You know people are looking," Dino whispered into Yamamoto's ear.
"I know what they want and expect of someone like me," Yamamoto began whispering back. "But your needs matter much more to me, Dino-san."
"…I like you, so please drop the honorific."
Yamamoto had never wanted to kiss the man so badly.