The answer is such a turn-on, Gokudera gives a groan in response. They’ve not had enough time together alone to get very far, and he thought that just touching would be enough.
But he wants more too.
The compliments fluster him, make him stammer over how to respond. He’s not used to them, and glances at the phone, not realizing Yamamoto had taken another picture.
That thumb brushing over his lips is chased by Gokudera’s tongue. He could probably spend all day kissing the other boy if it weren’t something he wanted to keep from the rest of the family. He just wants Yamamoto all to himself some times, repays what he can with his own vulnerabilities he’d rather no one else see.
“Hmmm? Are they?” Instead of taking them off, Gokudera’s fingers slide under that band. He carefully curls his fingers around the other boy’s length, his own heart hammering away with excitement. The motion teases him just as much, because he wants to look and touch and taste the other, but… for now he’s still just building up tension, enjoying hot skin and that firm length in his palm.
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But he wants more too.
The compliments fluster him, make him stammer over how to respond. He’s not used to them, and glances at the phone, not realizing Yamamoto had taken another picture.
That thumb brushing over his lips is chased by Gokudera’s tongue. He could probably spend all day kissing the other boy if it weren’t something he wanted to keep from the rest of the family. He just wants Yamamoto all to himself some times, repays what he can with his own vulnerabilities he’d rather no one else see.
“Hmmm? Are they?” Instead of taking them off, Gokudera’s fingers slide under that band. He carefully curls his fingers around the other boy’s length, his own heart hammering away with excitement. The motion teases him just as much, because he wants to look and touch and taste the other, but… for now he’s still just building up tension, enjoying hot skin and that firm length in his palm.