Gokudera trusts that if it’s too fast or hurts too much, he can tell the baseball idiot to stop and will be heard and respected. Yamamoto can be selfish, and Gokudera will allow that, but not so much that he won’t have consideration for himself. It’s still something he’s struggling to remember, and that is to value his own body and life a little more. Takeshi clearly likes it, so he trusts him. It goes both ways.

“Y-yeah…” He appreciates the other going slow. Gokudera just doesn’t want him to stop moving.

The lips on his neck and the hands on his hips make him groan, enjoying the feeling of the other filling him. It’s so much better than he could ever describe, and while Takeshi is groaning praises and curses, Gokudera trembles and moans, his dick hardening with each aggravatingly slow centimeter the other boy’s cock pushes in. It’s so much further than any of his toys can hit, pulsing inside him and attached to his favorite annoying person ever.