Day 1- It's only the first day. I can totally do this.
Reborn was pissed. Tsuna had gone way too far.
He could have just talked to him. There was no need to go through such- as the loud Sun Guardian of Vongola might say- extreme measures. Though, the hitman paused mid angry stride, he did vaguely recall that the brunette had tried speaking to him on something at various intervals since they became 'official'. But it wasn't his fault that every time the Decimo wished to speak about important topics on their relationship that he looked so enticing! It was like he was asking to be attacked and ravished by him!
The way he bit his lower lip, sometimes even licking it nervously, showing off his adorable pink tongue that reminded him of all the things the brunette used it for. Those large brown eyes looking at him, wide and imploring with a faint innocent blush on his creamy cheeks. That way he shifted uncomfortably like he was some naughty schoolboy and he was the strict teacher...
Reborn gulped, a bead of sweat dripping down his neck. Suddenly his throat felt parched. Damn his hormones.
Maybe Tsuna was right. It absolutely loathed the hitman to admit but maybe he should have turned it down a bit. But after over two decades of celibacy and finally coming to terms with his feelings for his student, coupled with the fact his hormones from the quick growth was all over the place- it was really no surprise his self control had wavered a tad. Okay, okay maybe a bit more than usual. A lot. Is the universe happy now? He wavered a hell of a lot. In terms of carnal desire his restraint had pretty much eroded into a pile of dust and had been cast upon the four winds.
But that didn't mean he was going to acknowledge it. Well, out loud anyways. Tsuna was being unreasonable. Well so was he but that was not the point. Reborn refused to apologize.
The hitman smirked, any mafioso who saw shuddered at the dark look in the raven haired man's eyes.
He knew that as much as he lusted after the beautiful brunette, Tsuna would not have reciprocated if he hadn't felt something as well. Eventually his beloved Decimo will come crawling back begging for him, key in hand. The hitman shivered in delightful pleasure at the image that thought brought to mind.
Catching himself quickly those fantasies were pushed down. Though the affects on his teenage body still lingered. Reborn softly swore. This may be harder than he thought.
No matter. Now it was merely a game of trying patience. And Reborn had a lot of patience.