Gokudera hisses his next inhale as that dick pushes in just that little bit. It’s not painful, just noticeable. Any of that friction is, and he hums in satisfaction at being held. The nuzzling kind of tickles and he reaches a hand up to run fingers in Takeshi’s hair, keeping his face near his neck. He wants to hear more words, more reactions, feel Takeshi’s breath against him. “Nhhhh… love you too…”

“D-Doesn’t… hurt!” He gasps as those hips behind him shift again. Gokudera pushes himself to relax, moves his own hips so he can take in just that little bit more.

“Fuh-uhck…” Gokudera wants that slow sinking to work him open, for the other to shift back and push in a little further each time. Wanting that is one thing, but vocalizing it is a whole different challenge. So instead, his hips move forward to direct that dick out, and then he arches and moves them back, trying to encourage a little more depth. Even if he’s going to be the one fucked, Gokudera isn’t the type to just let someone help him, is more keen on taking some kind of control for himself.

It’s not fast, which is perfect, but he wants more movement, that sense that he’s getting fucked instead of gradually, slowly, torturously penetrated. Gokudera’s toes curl in the sand.

“Feels so good,” he whimpers imploringly.