“How’d you figure that?” He asks, teasing with his tongue for a moment and then pursing his lips to rub in a dragging kiss. Gokudera gives a new groan in reply to Takeshi’s expletives. Hearing him curse is its own reward, and he does not intend to stop rubbing and teasing that nipple with his fingers, going so far as to pinch gently while his mouth works.

He wants to see how far he can get, hear the noises Takeshi makes while his dick slides further in. If he chokes, so what? The reflex is only mildly unpleasant and he does just that.

Hayato focuses on breathing through his nose, relaxing and pushing himself. He’s not able to deep-throat the other boy, as this is his first time giving a blowjob on a real dick rather than his toys, but he’s able to get pretty far, enough that his throat constricts, he gags, and pulls back. Spit tails off that dick, down his lips and chin, and he has to pant while looking up, clearly only more aroused from the choking.

“You don’t?” His voice is raspy and coy, and he licks Yamamoto’s dick clean, sliding his hand and twisting it some as he strokes.