Gokudera’s loyalty has only spread out to encompass the rest of the family, those people the boss relies on and spends his time with, typically. He’s not going to trust fall into Hibari Kyoya or anything crazy like that, but he’s not as demanding of himself as he used to be. He can’t do and be everything the Tenth needs, and should give himself more peace.
It’s easier to do with Yamamoto around. Easier to focus on the impact he has on himself and others, and the Rain clearly appreciates him.
Hearing his given name in return earns the baseball idiot a smile and a squeeze. He’s never been this bold, and it’s certainly paying off. His fingers slide and trace what they can, teasing and warm before they pause as Yamamoto’s hand distracts him. A gasp of surprised pleasure leaves as his nipple grows more prominent from stimulation.
He lifts an eyebrow when the phone is taken out, but finds he doesn’t care that much. It’s not like he’s being photographed doing anything horribly embarrassing. Just… kissing and groping the Vongola Rain. The sound of the phone’s camera shutter is barely even a registered noise as he tips his head into the kiss, hearing so focused on the man before him that he could hear their lips over the waves crashing nearby.
If anyone were to stumble upon them, he’d probably just tell them he shoved dynamite down Yamamoto’s shorts. It’d be believable, and his hand gives another firm squeeze that eases into a stroke, assessing and hoping to make matters more difficult for the Rain.
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It’s easier to do with Yamamoto around. Easier to focus on the impact he has on himself and others, and the Rain clearly appreciates him.
Hearing his given name in return earns the baseball idiot a smile and a squeeze. He’s never been this bold, and it’s certainly paying off. His fingers slide and trace what they can, teasing and warm before they pause as Yamamoto’s hand distracts him. A gasp of surprised pleasure leaves as his nipple grows more prominent from stimulation.
He lifts an eyebrow when the phone is taken out, but finds he doesn’t care that much. It’s not like he’s being photographed doing anything horribly embarrassing. Just… kissing and groping the Vongola Rain. The sound of the phone’s camera shutter is barely even a registered noise as he tips his head into the kiss, hearing so focused on the man before him that he could hear their lips over the waves crashing nearby.
If anyone were to stumble upon them, he’d probably just tell them he shoved dynamite down Yamamoto’s shorts. It’d be believable, and his hand gives another firm squeeze that eases into a stroke, assessing and hoping to make matters more difficult for the Rain.