Gokudera’s shuddering at the feeling, body squeezing and working at Yamamoto’s dick like each pulse through it makes his own body pulse in response.

He turns his head as the other places his face to his neck. It feels nice having him so close, slumped against and over him. The comment about how he smells makes him chuckle, and he just wants to stay close for a moment longer when Yamamoto mentions he’ll be pulling out.

“Oh…” A contented sigh leaves him and he looks over his shoulder, affectionate satisfaction filling his eyes. “Okay.” He can stay nice and still, but he’s not going to be looking anywhere except the other boy.