And Yamamoto loves that about Gokudera. One of the many, many things he loves about the other.

It hits then and there. He loves Gokudera. He knew he liked him a lot, was attracted to him, it's why they were unofficiall going out until this moment. He enjoyed his company. Wanted to spend as much time with him as possible.

Yeah, he was in love with this guy. Maybe not head over heels stupid in love. But like, a pair of predators. Violently protective of each other, more than willing to be rough house with each other.

And of course, all this just makes him grin cheerfully at his boyfriend (hey, he figures if he's fingering him after all of this, it's as good as official).

"Ask nicely, huh?" he asked. His finger isn't the right angle to really play with Hayato's prostate, so he pushes in a little more so he can stimulate it with his first knuckle rather than his finger nail. That doesn't sound like fun.

"Please call me Takeshi, Hayato," he said, smiling against Gokudera's lips before kissing him again as he rubbed his thumb across the tip of Gokudera's dick.