Gokudera would much rather Yamamoto gives into pleasure than fill himself with worries anyways.

It’s a mess for both of them. There’s a mixture of precum and saliva sliding down over Gokudera’s lips, chin, and down his neck as he also struggles to match the pace.

He sort of expected some kind of warning before cum is gushing into his mouth, and Gokudera makes a small noise of surprise. Drawing back, he pants as it splashes onto his nose and cheek.

“T-takeshi…” his voice sounds even raspier, breathless from the action of performing his first blowjob. That… could have ended better. He slides his hand along that twitching length, then licks it clean before it can soften and he’s wiping at his face, not sure where it all is since it feels like his entire face is wet.

“You couldn’t warn me?”