The wet palm made Yamamoto's knees shake, his dick throb, and precum leak out of him like nothing else ever had. "Mother fucker," he groaned.

His eyes are on Gokudera's face. He's so beautiful; it's unfair. He sees where the other's eyes are. "You want it," he murmured, his hand matching Gokudera's as they stroke each other. "Hayato, all you have to do is say what you want, and I'll give it to you. But," he gently bumps their foreheads together. "I think we should get out of these swimsuits first."

The image of Gokudera on his knees is burning in Yamamoto's imagination. And he wants Gokudera to have as much fun as possible.