It’s a different type of pleasure than he’s ever able to give himself. Toys and his hands could only do so much on exploratory nights. Having Yamamoto at his back is more comforting than he would have expected, and he’s clearly eager.

The hand that’s not in the other boy’s hair moves along the rock, bending at the elbow so Gokudera can press his forehead to his outer forearm. “Mmmmh… yeah…”

It feels way better than he could have expected having the other focus his tongue there. His cock drips as he moans softly, approval and pleasure obvious in his tone.