Gokudera groans as Yamamoto pulls out, the noise somewhere between pleasure and relief. It takes him a moment to realize when the other is staring at his asshole, and his face goes so red he has to look away.

The compliments only make him feel that much more shy, and he pillows his head with his arms, hiding his red face at the attention. His hole twitches, more of Takeshi’s jizz leaking out, not that he’s aware. If he could see himself, he already feels mortified that the other is staring, taking pictures.

“Ah-!” Gokudera allows himself to be pulled into the other boy’s embrace and he hides his face against his collarbone. The words are too warm and affectionate and he feels filthy and satisfied and like he doesn’t want to be anywhere else.

“We should… do that more often,” he says softly, mutters it right into Yamamoto’s chest.