“N-Wait!” The absolute last thing he wants is for Yamamoto to stop. Gokudera’s expression is a bit desperate, lips swollen from his own attempts to contain himself. His chest is heaving as though he’s lost his breath, nipples flushed and raised. That finger leaving him makes him feel another little jolt of desperation.
But then Yamamoto is wetting and lowering his hand, and Gokudera turns his head away, not wanting to show off how badly he’d wanted that, the relief and sudden pleasure of being touched again obvious in the noise he makes when he tries to hide his expression.
“Nh! Iiyaah-Yamamoto…”
They haven’t gone this far before! This is their first time seeing each other naked, and the baseball idiot is fingering him. Gokudera’s eyes are wide, face a dark red, and his mouth is open, stuck on a gasp. His hole twitches around that finger, and his dick throbs. It’s not bad.
He’s fingered himself before. Back when the tension building up between them was starting to hint at something more. After all, Gokudera had an apartment all to himself to fool around with himself in. And with someone like Shamal in his life, asking for lube or condoms or… toys was easy business. The pervert doctor had basically made him a gift bag for his first time. He probably had some delusion that Gokudera would be with a girl, but the bomber wasn’t going to correct him.
It’s given him an experience to some extent of what he and Takeshi could get up to. Gokudera’s used to being the one doing a lot of work, so… the finger isn’t going to get a crazy reaction.
It’s more who the finger is attached to.
Gokudera looks up at the other boy’s face, a little bashful with his eyes darkened by hunger. He reaches a hand to Yamamoto’s shoulder, his other hand pressing to the rock he’s leaning on to allow better leverage. “Kiss me, idiot.”
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But then Yamamoto is wetting and lowering his hand, and Gokudera turns his head away, not wanting to show off how badly he’d wanted that, the relief and sudden pleasure of being touched again obvious in the noise he makes when he tries to hide his expression.
“Nh! Iiyaah-Yamamoto…”
They haven’t gone this far before! This is their first time seeing each other naked, and the baseball idiot is fingering him. Gokudera’s eyes are wide, face a dark red, and his mouth is open, stuck on a gasp. His hole twitches around that finger, and his dick throbs. It’s not bad.
He’s fingered himself before. Back when the tension building up between them was starting to hint at something more. After all, Gokudera had an apartment all to himself to fool around with himself in. And with someone like Shamal in his life, asking for lube or condoms or… toys was easy business. The pervert doctor had basically made him a gift bag for his first time. He probably had some delusion that Gokudera would be with a girl, but the bomber wasn’t going to correct him.
It’s given him an experience to some extent of what he and Takeshi could get up to. Gokudera’s used to being the one doing a lot of work, so… the finger isn’t going to get a crazy reaction.
It’s more who the finger is attached to.
Gokudera looks up at the other boy’s face, a little bashful with his eyes darkened by hunger. He reaches a hand to Yamamoto’s shoulder, his other hand pressing to the rock he’s leaning on to allow better leverage. “Kiss me, idiot.”