Gokudera would likely invite him over to his apartment (for the first time! Woah!), and end up giving Yamamoto some things he could play with. He’s not a fan of having the other sneak around his dad, but he knows that privacy would be important, respects that, and doesn’t try to barge in or step on any toes if he can help it. Takeshi and his father have a unique dynamic Gokudera will likely never understand and always be a bit envious of.

Not that he’s thinking about fucking Takeshi at the moment. He’s a bit too preoccupied with the dick in his own ass.

“You’re… all in?” Wow, he really had relaxed. Gokudera had expected pain, but then, Takeshi had been careful at preparing him, and taking his time. There’s no ache, and he feels full, and the hand moving to his stomach makes him shift back a little in a bit of overreacting sensitivity. “Don’t know… the phrase.” He grumbles and moves his hand over the other boy’s before he’s being groped.

“Nh!” Even slow, it’s good, easier to breathe through and savor. Gokudera closes his eyes and tips his head back. He wants more and faster, and not because he is reckless, but because he wants to feel Takeshi give into his urges a little more, doesn’t like the thought of seeming fragile or delicate or that he would actually hurt from something he wants.