swan_forest | Vongola Vacation.

"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.

“You still can,” Gokudera says softly. He likes having his mouth occupied.

As Yamamoto moves to kiss his jaw, he tips his head slightly, curious about where he’s headed. It’s nice, and he sighs gently at the kiss to his neck, eyes fluttering shut until his collarbone is bitten. Fingers curl, his eyebrows knit together, and he feels a groan escape him. Gokudera’s hand goes to the back of Yamamoto’s head, fingers curling in his hair to keep him close, grabbing without tugging or pushing the other away.

His bent leg slides out and moves around the back of the other boy’s, trying to draw him closer, to make more of their bodies touch. Takeshi can explore with his hands and mouth, but the bomber needs to feel more skin touching. His body can’t be the only one appreciated, after all.

"Oh, I will," Yamamoto promised. "But I have other things to explore right now." He shifted his head and bit on the opposite collarbone. He nibbled some more before moving down; every bit of skin on his path down got a kiss or bite until he came to one of Gokudera's nipples. So pretty and pink. He really couldn't help but bite it.

He so wanted to put his mouth on every centimeter of this boy he was going to spend the rest of his life with. But he knew that Gokudera wanted to get on his knees and suck him off. They'd work up to that. And he'd let Gokudera have that before he returned the favor.

He nipped at the little pink bud again, flicking it with his tongue, "You can tug on my hair if you want." And then began to suck on Gokudera's right nipple.

Gokudera pouts at that. He’d like his lips kiss-cruised among other things. The biting is nice, but when it gets to his nipple, that’s something he’s not entirely expecting.

Why is Yamamoto going for his nipples? Why does it feel good? The pleasure is only making him squirm, though. It’s not entirely comfortable, just makes him harder, feistier. His hands go to that hair as soon as the other boy mentions he can, and the sucking stings but the rest of that mouth is soothing.

“B-Bastard!” He groans, voice melting into some kind of whimper at how aggravatingly good it feels to have attention on his chest when he never knew he would ever be sensitive there.

Nipples are little bundles of nerves, and Yamamoto had peeked at enough gay AVs to know it was a thing. He liked to play with his when he masturbated.

He continued his three-prong attack on Gokudera's body, switching to the other nipple, swirling his tongue around the nub as he mirrored the motion with his finger along the rim of Gokudera's hole. He looked up, brown eyes alight with amusement at the insult.

"Like that, huh?" he asked before licking his way back to the first nipple.

Gokudera’s never paid so much attention to his chest or nipples before. He’s completely thrown off with how much he’s liking it, that Yamamoto is the one making him feel so much. It isn’t uncomfortable or annoying despite the way he squirms and groans gently in something closer to impatience.

“Ah- Tch! Who would?!” Definitely him. He’s being teased, he thinks. It feels like it. Gokudera grits his teeth, nips at his bottom lip and steels his determination. He’s not going to beg for anything! Yamamoto’s going to have to change his strategy if that’s his goal!

The denial gets a low chuckle out of Yamamoto. "Well then, I'll just stop then."

He straightens and gazes down at Gokudera; then he pulls his hand away from Gokudera's ass. He lifts to his mouth and spits on it, getting his forefinger wet. He then lowers back down, wiggling it between those wonderful cheeks.

He gently pushed against Gokudera's hole until his first knukle sunk in. It was hot around him, he could only imagine if his dick was in him. "How's that?"

“N-Wait!” The absolute last thing he wants is for Yamamoto to stop. Gokudera’s expression is a bit desperate, lips swollen from his own attempts to contain himself. His chest is heaving as though he’s lost his breath, nipples flushed and raised. That finger leaving him makes him feel another little jolt of desperation.

But then Yamamoto is wetting and lowering his hand, and Gokudera turns his head away, not wanting to show off how badly he’d wanted that, the relief and sudden pleasure of being touched again obvious in the noise he makes when he tries to hide his expression.

“Nh! Iiyaah-Yamamoto…”

They haven’t gone this far before! This is their first time seeing each other naked, and the baseball idiot is fingering him. Gokudera’s eyes are wide, face a dark red, and his mouth is open, stuck on a gasp. His hole twitches around that finger, and his dick throbs. It’s not bad.

He’s fingered himself before. Back when the tension building up between them was starting to hint at something more. After all, Gokudera had an apartment all to himself to fool around with himself in. And with someone like Shamal in his life, asking for lube or condoms or… toys was easy business. The pervert doctor had basically made him a gift bag for his first time. He probably had some delusion that Gokudera would be with a girl, but the bomber wasn’t going to correct him.

It’s given him an experience to some extent of what he and Takeshi could get up to. Gokudera’s used to being the one doing a lot of work, so… the finger isn’t going to get a crazy reaction.

It’s more who the finger is attached to.

Gokudera looks up at the other boy’s face, a little bashful with his eyes darkened by hunger. He reaches a hand to Yamamoto’s shoulder, his other hand pressing to the rock he’s leaning on to allow better leverage. “Kiss me, idiot.”

Well, that's what you get for acting like a tsundere, Gokudera. Actually, don't stop, Yamamoto loves to wind Gokudera up like this. He's always going to do it. He's always going to enjoy it.

So the way Gokudera's face goes from defiant to desperate, no matter how he tries to hide it, is the most adorable thing ever.

"Takeshi, you should call me Takeshi when I have you like this."

Like this, his finger slowly working its way further into Gokudera's body. Like Gokudera, he had fingered himself too. He didn't get toys, but he did buy himself lube and looked at AVs while his dad was in the resteraunt.

He's... only a little surprised they're already this far along despite this being the first time they've been naked together. This has been a long time coming. Yamamoto's been doing the emotional foreplay for ages. Gokudera is it for him.

"Okay," he murmured, and leaned in to kiss Gokudera as his finger, accidently, brushed the other's prostate.

Gokudera is not going to change, is going to keep up like he’s in denial, is not enjoying it when it’s clearly obvious he is. He’s always been easy to wind up and get a rise out of, so Yamamoto needn’t ever actually try.

“You should ask me nicely!” He retorts, face red. Yeah, he knows to call the other Takeshi, and he’d like that.

Unfortunately, Gokudera’s wound up pretty tight, and he feels pretty justified in using the other boy’s family name when he doesn’t often enough use his given. He’s never been in this situation before, never has Takeshi had him ‘like this.’

No one ever has, and he doesn’t plan on giving himself to anyone else in this way. It’ll get easier, and he’ll open up a little more, certainly. But at this moment, he’s still trying to make Takeshi work.

That finger sliding in feels fine, not uncomfortable, and he wasn’t expecting the motion. Without complaint, he pants and watches Takeshi’s mouth expectantly, wanting it to help him.

But then that finger brushes something inside him, that one spot he can never touch so well on his own. He jerks, clenches around that finger, and cries surprised pleasure right against Takeshi’s lips.

And Yamamoto loves that about Gokudera. One of the many, many things he loves about the other.

It hits then and there. He loves Gokudera. He knew he liked him a lot, was attracted to him, it's why they were unofficiall going out until this moment. He enjoyed his company. Wanted to spend as much time with him as possible.

Yeah, he was in love with this guy. Maybe not head over heels stupid in love. But like, a pair of predators. Violently protective of each other, more than willing to be rough house with each other.

And of course, all this just makes him grin cheerfully at his boyfriend (hey, he figures if he's fingering him after all of this, it's as good as official).

"Ask nicely, huh?" he asked. His finger isn't the right angle to really play with Hayato's prostate, so he pushes in a little more so he can stimulate it with his first knuckle rather than his finger nail. That doesn't sound like fun.

"Please call me Takeshi, Hayato," he said, smiling against Gokudera's lips before kissing him again as he rubbed his thumb across the tip of Gokudera's dick.

Gokudera isn’t focusing on how much he loves Takeshi. For him, the baseball idiot has always been a support when he didn’t want him, when he felt he was strong enough on his own. But… he’s always been the kind of person he could depend on. Their bickering makes things more comfortable between them, keeps communication open despite how Gokudera bottles things up within other things, overcomplicates problems unnecessarily.

Takeshi isn’t just someone he likes. He’s a partner, a companion, and a friend, and he wants so much more of him. Won’t say it, though, and will hold onto him for as long as he can.

“Y-eah,” He affirms right as that finger pushes into him a little more and Gokudera shudders, dick oozing precum beneath Takeshi’s thumb.

“Ah-! Takeshi!” Gokudera feels like he’s still being played with. It’s fun and all, but he wants to put more of his mouth on Takeshi. His kiss is heated, tongue swiping at the idiot’s lips, breath hot as he gasps with how intense Takeshi’s touching is making him feel. He wants to suck his dick, wants to feel fingers in his hair and wants to make Takeshi’s composure completely crumble away.

“I… I want it.” That’s not quite begging for it, now is it?

Yamamoto is the Left Hand to Gokudera's Right. He knows he'll be the one to confess his feelings first. He doesn't mind. He'll wait as long as it takes for Gokudera to admit it.

He felt how wet Hayato's cock was getting. "I can tell," he murmured. He kissed Hayato's cheek.

"What do you want?" he asked, wearing a smirk that would make Squalo proud. "Use your words, Hayato. What is it?"

He knows. He totally knows. But he wants to hear it.

Gokudera denies himself a lot of what he should feel, is so used to pushing down things that may make himself seem weak. Love and affection are something he has more than he knows what to do with, but he pushes them aside until they grow impossible to ignore, represses a lot even when he isn’t realizing it.

So for him to ask for help, or to ask for what he wants is especially difficult. It’s more than just a feeling. Gokudera is hungry for the opportunity to explore more of Takeshi with his lips.

The kiss to his cheek makes him shift again, trying to seek out more. More kisses, more touching, more of Yamamoto Takeshi because he can not get enough.

“Your cock,” He says softly, exhaling a strained groan. Eyes shifting bashfully away from that smirk. He feels pinned, unable to move to his knees to go for what he wants when there’s a finger inside him, one on him, and Yamamoto is tauntingly close.

Edited 2023-03-23 16:57 (UTC)

"That's it," Yamamoto said, that big grin still on his on his face. "You need to tell me what you want too, okay? I want to hear it." He pressed a kiss to Gokudera's hair, giving his prostate one last rub with his knuckle before pulling his finger out of him.

He steps back from Gokudera, turns and steps against the rock, all while still stroking Gokudera. He lets go at the last minute, licking up the precum that Gokudera leaked all over him.

"So get on your knees and suck my cock," he said, that Squalo-ish smirk, though on him it might look more like a puppy about to get into trouble than a shark about to eat.

He holds up his phone. "Mind if I take pictures? You're going to look gorgeous with your lips around me."

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