“You still can,” Gokudera says softly. He likes having his mouth occupied.

As Yamamoto moves to kiss his jaw, he tips his head slightly, curious about where he’s headed. It’s nice, and he sighs gently at the kiss to his neck, eyes fluttering shut until his collarbone is bitten. Fingers curl, his eyebrows knit together, and he feels a groan escape him. Gokudera’s hand goes to the back of Yamamoto’s head, fingers curling in his hair to keep him close, grabbing without tugging or pushing the other away.

His bent leg slides out and moves around the back of the other boy’s, trying to draw him closer, to make more of their bodies touch. Takeshi can explore with his hands and mouth, but the bomber needs to feel more skin touching. His body can’t be the only one appreciated, after all.