swan_forest | Vongola Vacation.

Well, if Gokudera wore one and asked him to wear one, Yamamoto would have said yes in an instant.

"If it were serious, I would have had my serious face on!" Yamamoto said, still grinning his shit-eating grin.

"Nope, but chocolate syrup was involved in a few of the less recent shots," his cheeks turn a little pink. "It was, uh, nice. To see us. I mean, it was hot too." He shifts a little, remembering the pictures his future self had. Blood starts to flow south and if Gokudera was stilling looking south, he'd notices a bit of movement.

"It went both ways. I think I took most of the pictures, but you def took some of me handcuffed to the bed in nothing but my underwear." He takes a breath and bumps shoulders again, this time his fingers catch the others and he takes hold. "So, yeah. I like the idea that we're partners in every since of the word."

Gokudera would not feel comfortable in a speedo, but if he weren’t alone in doing it, it’d be much easier.

“You have a serious face?” He asks, playing dumb. Of course Yamamoto has many faces, but he also hides a lot of them behind different smiles. Even the serious face isn’t the same as the killing face, or the competitive one. Gokudera pays a great deal of attention to the variety of expressions Yamamoto has… likes observing the baseball idiot even and especially when he isn’t paying attention.

“Chocolate…” What in the world kind of pictures were they?

The more Yamamoto talks, the warmer Gokudera feels his face grow. When that hand takes his, he squeezes it back. He glances over, notices he’s not the only one feeling some interest in those pictures. Gokudera didn’t get to see them, though, and even with his imagination, it’s… it’s not the same.

“You wanna take some pictures then…? Get an early start on building up your camera roll?” They’d have to find a spot that isn’t immediately visible from where the rest of the family is staying. Steal a bit of time away further down the beach.

Yamamoto knows he would... fill his speedo out pretty well.

He just grins in response. "Funny guy," he said. The smile he gives now is a different smile than he's ever worn before. It's soft and confident. He's never felt more confident about his feelings for Gokudera.

Because he knows now. "I do," he said, intertwining their fingers. "You know, I think this is how we start that camera roll I saw." He looked away, towards a little outcropping of rocks. It'd give them privacy.

He turned Gokudera, that soft, confident smile still on his face as he gestured to the rocks. "You looked really nice in chocolate sauce by the way," he added.

Gokudera would like to see that. Yamamoto straining in a speedo… he’d probably not make it to the beach if he were to wear one. Gokudera would have to help him… put sunscreen on or something… away from the kids and everyone else. Just to be safe.

That smile is so warm and Gokudera has to look away or else he feels like he might make a similar expression. Those eyes… it’s one of those smiles that spreads heat, like some sort of sexy secret weapon in Yamamoto’s smile arsenal. Gokudera feels disarmed, chest full of a weird fluttering.

“Because we’d already done this?” And Yamamoto remembered doing this, and that would make sense. He notices that outcropping and starts towards it, able to take a hint as well as Yamamoto can drop it.

“I look really nice in a lot of things.” He says, maybe flipping his hair a bit as he grins. Yamamoto looks nice out of a lot of things. Just… naturally good looking all the time, actually. Makes even the most mundane activities difficult to endure.

Yamamoto would wear anything if it would make Gokudera hot and bothered.

"Maybe," Yamamoto agreed. "It's not like I scrolled back ten years worth of photos. But there were a lot of you. Some it looked like you sent. But it looked like I took most of them." He looked at Gokudera. "Really hot ones. I bet your phone is full of pictures from me and pictures you took of me"

And that hair flip makes Yamamoto's heart do a backflip, because Gokudera is so beautiful. "You do. And it was really, really hot. I really wanna try it with you. But later. Right now, I want to take pictures of you on the beach."

They get to the outcropping, and once they're ducked behind a rock, Yamamoto leans in for a kiss, soft and chaste, his brown eyes filled with warmth and affection for the other boy. "You're amazing," he murmured. "I don't tell you enough."

It’s not just what he wears or what he looks like. There’s a lot that Yamamoto does that gets Gokudera hot and bothered. He’s just… very attractive and so effortlessly appealing, and the way he moves. He’s so smooth, athletic, everything almost choreographed it’s so damn fluid. Gokudera bets the baseball idiot isn’t even aware how smooth he makes everything look.

“If I ever get hit with that bazooka, I’ll check.” Chances are he would have his phone on him, but then at least Yamamoto would be able to interact with an older Gokudera who’s likely less reserved.

“O-Obviously later!” For one thing, they don’t have any chocolate, and it would get all sticky and gritty out here on the beach. Later… the saltiness with the sweet chocolate would be appealing. He doesn’t need things like that to want to put his mouth on the other boy.

The kiss surprises him, and he wants to surge forward and get another, but those words catch him off guard. He doesn’t know why they do. Yamamoto has always kind of been his biggest supporter, pushing him along, competing with him to drive them both towards bettering themselves. For the good of the family, and thinking of others.

“N-Not so bad yourself,” He says back awkwardly before hiding trying to cover his verbal fumbling with another kiss. It’s swift, lingering so long as Yamamoto doesn’t push him away, and then his hands move to the other boy’s hips, thumbs pressing in, rubbing slightly. He was right, they do fit nicely there.

He knew he looked good, knew he was handsome and popular with girls at school. But he never cared. He knew he liked other guys more than girls. And Gokudera was the one he liked best.

His grin boardens at the mention of Gokudera checking out his future self's phone for dirty pictures of them.

"Maybe after dinner?" he suggested. "After we take a swim in the sea." Because Gokudera was right, the saltiness of the water and sweetness of the choclate would be amazing together. Especially on Gokudera's skin.

"I know," he said. "And together, we'll be even better." He kissed back, gently pressed Gokudera to the rock behind him. His skin felt electric when Gokudera touched him. His dick was throbing in his board shorts.

He didn't know where to put his hands. Eventually, put on on his shoulder, the other on his chest. His thumb came up, just under Gokudera's nipple.

It’s obvious that the young men of the Vongola are all attractive in many ways. Gokudera’s never thought much of dating anyone.

Until it came to light how much of him Yamamoto paid attention to. Calling him out back when they’d changed their future, recognizing that he had an almost unhealthy focus and dependency on Tsuna. Pointing that out took guts, but was ultimately so helpful… only someone who cared enough as Yamamoto does say or do something about it.

Gokudera almost looks up to the baseball idiot as much as he competes with him. The tension building up only piqued his interest, developed into attraction.

The rock scratches some, but not enough to be painful or too uncomfortable. Moments like this are rare, away from the rest of the family. He can’t keep up with these soft, gentle little kisses. Makes him feel like he’s being treated delicately. Gokudera licks up into the kiss, hot, and communicating his arousal through almost aggressive affection.

“Ah- Takeshi…” He turns his head down, a shiver running through him as that hand rests on his chest, thumb brushing close to sensitive skin. One of his own hands slides to press at the bulge in the other boy’s shorts, feeling him through the fabric.

They haven’t gone this far before, but Gokudera isn’t scared. He’s wanted to touch Yamamoto for a while, and his grip is warm and careful, assessing while he gives a hum. Wow…

“You’re so hard…” Guess those were some good pictures. His own interest has been stirred, but as usual, he doesn’t focus on himself.

It was true that Tsuna's guardians were all good-looking young men, but to Yamamoto, Gokudera Hayato was the most interesting. He was the smartest and the most loyal (with himself and Sasagawa-senpai just behind him).

There had been that dependency on Tsuna. Gokudera hadn't made their Boss the center of his world but his whole world. Yamamoto knew firsthand how doing that could be devastating when you lost it. Like when he broke his arm and was worried he couldn't play baseball again.

But they had overcome it together.

"Hayato," Yamamoto said, moaning as the other placed his hand over his erection. His dick throbbed against Gokudera's hand. It was the first time someone else had ever touched him like this.

Even through the polyester of his boardshorts, it felt better than his own hand. He could only imagine how good Gokudera's hand would feel wrapped around him. "Yeah, because of you," he said softly, sliding his hand up so his thumb could gently roll the little nub of Gokudera's nipple. He leaned in again, words ghosting against Gokudera's lips, "All you."

He moved his other hand from Gokudera's shoulder and reached into his pocket, pulling out his cell phone, raising it up to get a good angle of them kissing and to the picture as he claimed Gokudera's lips again.

Gokudera’s loyalty has only spread out to encompass the rest of the family, those people the boss relies on and spends his time with, typically. He’s not going to trust fall into Hibari Kyoya or anything crazy like that, but he’s not as demanding of himself as he used to be. He can’t do and be everything the Tenth needs, and should give himself more peace.

It’s easier to do with Yamamoto around. Easier to focus on the impact he has on himself and others, and the Rain clearly appreciates him.

Hearing his given name in return earns the baseball idiot a smile and a squeeze. He’s never been this bold, and it’s certainly paying off. His fingers slide and trace what they can, teasing and warm before they pause as Yamamoto’s hand distracts him. A gasp of surprised pleasure leaves as his nipple grows more prominent from stimulation.

He lifts an eyebrow when the phone is taken out, but finds he doesn’t care that much. It’s not like he’s being photographed doing anything horribly embarrassing. Just… kissing and groping the Vongola Rain. The sound of the phone’s camera shutter is barely even a registered noise as he tips his head into the kiss, hearing so focused on the man before him that he could hear their lips over the waves crashing nearby.

If anyone were to stumble upon them, he’d probably just tell them he shoved dynamite down Yamamoto’s shorts. It’d be believable, and his hand gives another firm squeeze that eases into a stroke, assessing and hoping to make matters more difficult for the Rain.

The only problem with that is that while Yamamoto is well endowed, his dick isn't quite as big as the dynamite Gokudera uses.

And it being stuffed down his pants wouldn't be at quite an angle.

Grinning, Yamamoto showed him the picture. It wasn't the greatest picture, definitely not as good as the ones he saw on his twenty-five-year-old self's phone. But it's good enough for a first attempt.

He got a decent angle to capture how they kissed, and only that. "We look pretty great," he murmured before pressing his face to Gokudera's neck and kissing. He takes another picture, focusing on Gokudera's pretty face. "How far do you wanna go, Hayato?"

Not all of Gokudera’s dynamite is the same size, and no one is going to get a good enough look at Yamamoto if the bomber can help it. They’d just seem him touching that area, and it probably wouldn’t be a great idea to linger around them together in general, given Gokudera’s habitually bad mood. If this gets interrupted, there will be some kind of hell to pay.

Gokudera looks that picture over and yeah, it’s okay. They can do better, though. He’s expecting another kiss too. His mouth, but then it’s his neck and he makes a little noise in his throat before tipping his head back, allowing more room. His expression is gently stunned, face a bit pink, and with Yamamoto’s spikes hair against his jawline. It’ll be a cute one, more than likely.

“Ah- Why’re you asking me when you’re the one who’s like this?” His hand moves, but its a loose grip, sliding up and away, but lingering around the waistband hugging Yamamoto’s hips. Gokudera’s aroused too, but -as usual- he’s not thinking too much about himself. More fun to press the other boy’s buttons.

"Because I want to respect your boundaries," Yamamoto murmured against Gokudera's skin. He gave Gokudera's neck a light nip before pulling back and looking at the picture. "You're so gorgeous,"

He moved his hand from Gokudera's chest to cup his cheek, thumb brushing his lips with the pad of his thumb. Then his eyes go a bit wide when he feels Gokudera's fingers play at his waistband. He bit his lip. He wants.

Oh boy, does Yamamoto want.

"Take them off if you want," he said. "They're getting uncomfortable anyway."

The answer is such a turn-on, Gokudera gives a groan in response. They’ve not had enough time together alone to get very far, and he thought that just touching would be enough.

But he wants more too.

The compliments fluster him, make him stammer over how to respond. He’s not used to them, and glances at the phone, not realizing Yamamoto had taken another picture.

That thumb brushing over his lips is chased by Gokudera’s tongue. He could probably spend all day kissing the other boy if it weren’t something he wanted to keep from the rest of the family. He just wants Yamamoto all to himself some times, repays what he can with his own vulnerabilities he’d rather no one else see.

“Hmmm? Are they?” Instead of taking them off, Gokudera’s fingers slide under that band. He carefully curls his fingers around the other boy’s length, his own heart hammering away with excitement. The motion teases him just as much, because he wants to look and touch and taste the other, but… for now he’s still just building up tension, enjoying hot skin and that firm length in his palm.

"Oh God," Yamamoto moaned as those clever fingers wrapped around him. "Shit."

This is a thousand times better than his own hand. It was like discovering his dick was just as fun to play with as a baseball. It's new and amazing, and the fact it's Gokudera touching him makes it that more amazing.

"Hayato," he breathed out. "Hayato, stay like that."

And he took a picture of Gokudera's hand in his pants. "Okay, now, do whatever the hell you want."

And Yamamoto kissed him. Hot, hard, and hungry.

He likes hearing Yamamoto moan, and wants to hear more, is eager to stroke and squeeze and play with that firm heat.

But then his name is said on a breath and he goes still. Not expecting a picture taken with an angle like that. It’s enough to make him chuckle, but that’s cut off by a kiss. He’s bumped gently against that rock, hand stroking slow to start, and there’s a lot of friction. He wants to spit on his hand, or try doing more, but is too occupied licking at Takeshi’s mouth, groan trapped in his throat.

His touch is not gentle, but not entirely reckless. After all, he’s just getting started, is feeling over every inch and trying to take his time instead of just jerking Yamamoto off as quickly as he can.

Yamamoto reached between them and undid the string that kept his boardshorts up. He took a picture of his swimsuit opening, his dick becoming visible with Gokudera's fingers wrapped around him. Not that he saw it; he just took a picture as his shorts slipped down his hips, halfway down his ass.

Then he dropped the phone into the sand, knowing that the Vongola technology would keep it from being ruined by anything. He put both hands on Gokudera's cheeks and deepened the kiss, all but devouring Gokudera's lips in the kiss.

Breaking for air, he panted out, "Hayato, fuck." Then he shoved a hand into Gokudera's shorts, long fingers wrapping around his friend's length. It was different from his own, but it was so much hotter to do this to Gokudera than to do it to himself.

Gokudera glances as he feels Yamamoto’s hands near his own, opening his shorts. With a slight twist and bend of his wrist, he’s taking the other boy’s dick out, not caring where the shorts hang. They could drop or disintegrate entirely in this moment for all he cares. It’s one thing to touch, and another to see it, hot and heavy against his palm. He groans outright and his hand starts to steadily pump the shaft as his face is taken and the kiss deepened.

His knees buckle a little, so he leans more on the rock, panting as Yamamoto breaks the kiss to curse at him and reach into his own shorts. Gokudera shudders, hips tipping forward as a sport-calloused hand takes his arousal.

Gokudera removes his hand from Takeshi’s length for a moment before spitting into his palm and smearing moisture against the other boy’s length. He’s staring, eyes hungry, his teeth pinching his bottom lip as he fights the urge to drop down to his knees and taste him.

The wet palm made Yamamoto's knees shake, his dick throb, and precum leak out of him like nothing else ever had. "Mother fucker," he groaned.

His eyes are on Gokudera's face. He's so beautiful; it's unfair. He sees where the other's eyes are. "You want it," he murmured, his hand matching Gokudera's as they stroke each other. "Hayato, all you have to do is say what you want, and I'll give it to you. But," he gently bumps their foreheads together. "I think we should get out of these swimsuits first."

The image of Gokudera on his knees is burning in Yamamoto's imagination. And he wants Gokudera to have as much fun as possible.

Gokudera grins at those words, that reaction, and he licks his lips. He wants so bad, and it’s so obvious and for once, he doesn’t really mind that the swordsman can read him like a book.

“You’re not the only one with boundaries worth respecting,” he growls back, the usual rasp of his voice made so much sharper with the hunger for this coursing through him.

“Tch-!” Easy! Gokudera can’t back up and make any kind of show of taking off his shorts, so he just tugs them down nice and quick, dick springing out with the motion, and he kicks them to the side, bold and unbothered. And also pointlessly competitive. Yamamoto has his shorts on less, so Gokudera must one-up him by removing his own entirely.

“Your turn!”

"I want to go all the way with you," he said as he pushed his boardshorts down until they pull at his ankle and kicks them away.

Now they're both bare, skin exposed to the sun and sea breeze.

He stepped back and picked up his phone. "Lean back; I want to take pictures."

He opened the camera app again. "Just be you. You don't need to do anything else."

Gokudera has never given Yamamoto anything of any value without a fight, a struggle, a challenge, or a competition.

“Oh yeah?” He practically purrs at him, leaning back against the rock and carefully placing weight onto one shoulder while his other hand swings forward, slightly covering his nudity.

“I want you to work for it.” Impress me, surprise me, catch me off guard.

“It’s not going to be easy.” Because where’s the fun in that?

Gokudera’s expression is almost coy, his tone matching his words, the side of his body that leans shifts at the hip and he folds his leg to cover himself further

And Yamamoto has never wanted it differently. He only grins at the challenge and took a picture. It's beautiful.

"Don't worry. I will," he promised as Gokudera shifted his stance, and Yamamoto snapped another picture.

He stepped forward, his erection bobbing under its own weight. He puts his free hand on the soft curve of Gokudera's ass, squeezing softly as he took a picture, making it look possesive, then kissed the other boy, his hand sliding around, teasing the cleft of his ass.

"I've had so many fantasies about you," he said, dipping his fingers deeper, seeking every bit of sensitive skin he could find. "And this is better than every single one."

He tucked his phone under his arm, reaching between Gokudera's legs and taking his cock again as his other hand touched Gokudera's hole. "I'm going to make you beg for it."

Gokudera’s heart skips a little beat at that response, that grin. He likes it, wants to be something Yamamoto has to work for. He’s especially attractive when he’s working, scary smooth and strong, and making everything seem so effortless. Takeshi could be actively sweating and struggling with something, and Gokudera would swoon all the more.

And when he approaches and takes that possessive picture, squeezes Gokudera like his ass is now his property from touch alone, the bomber bites his lip hard.

“Mmmmh you do?” Gokudera asks, tone still teasing. He’s had his own fantasies, dreams where he aches to be touched. Like there is something, some place hidden within him that is specifically fit for Yamamoto Takeshi.

All of his weight on the sand is on one foot, the other pressed to the rock. He’s inadvertently opened himself up for that touching while trying to shy away some at the camera. More of that possessive, determined touching has Gokudera building up with tension. When his hole is touched, he claps one of his hands over his mouth. They may be hidden pretty well, but they are still secretly ‘dating’ (even if they’ve never outright established it), and there are children attending this Vongola vacation.

His hand slips away and he hisses, watching that hand stroke his dick, and feeling his face grow hot. Gokudera feels a bit exposed, and… he doesn’t hate it.

“You can try.” He’ll allow that much. “Go ahead, baseball idiot… Step up to bat!” Gokudera has no problem taunting what he knows will play out in his favor. It’s fun to work Yamamoto up, see how much he can take, how far he’s willing to push.

"Hey now," Yamamoto said, voice low and husky. "Don't bite those too much. I get to do that."

He likes the way Hayato's backside fits in his hand. One hand for one cheek. It's like Gokudera Hayato was made for him. He gives another squeeze. Oh, he's going to have to do so much touching. So much exploring.

He's looking forward to discovering every inch of Hayato. He knew the other boy fairly well, emotionally, and his personality. His body was the only mostly unknown.

And the best part was, even if he learned everything about Hayato, he'd still change, and Yamamoto would get to discover him all over again.

"This is the warm-up," he said. "And I'm going to take you to home base." He leaned down, kissing Gokudera's jaw, then to his neck, and then bit at his collarbone.

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