Gokudera’s not bothered by what Yamamoto is obsessed with. He likes the way the other boy focuses in so much on things he likes, but having it directed at him, feeling the way the other is attracted to him, even when he feels like he’s been absolutely debauched and in most instances that area would be dirty is making his face burn, his heart race, and the praise he’s been given. It’s more affection than Gokudera’s ever felt in his life. Just as powerful or even more than them coming together and having sex. Yamamoto’s interest in him sparks his competitive nature, encourages him to do better, and tempers him before he can get too destructive.

He wishes he could communicate how he feels, but instead hums and closes his eyes, palms flattening as his arms wrap the other’s waist.

“Duh!” He pinches Yamamoto’s butt cheek and grins up at him. “You think you’re the only one who gets to feel that good? I’ll knock you out the park, baseball idiot~” go all the way past home base if it’s even possible and he could understand baseball and sex puns better.