swan_forest | Vongola Vacation.

“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.

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"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."

“Don’t patronize me,” Gokudera groans, expression stuck on a pout at the gentle way Yamamoto is treating him. He’s breathless, glowering at the sound of those commanding words mismatched with the idiot’s expression.

“I said what I wanted! Don’t tell me what to do!” He growls and moves all the same to get in front of Yamamoto. Gokudera wants to kiss him, but pauses as the phone is held up.

“Only keep one, so take as many as you want.” He reaches a hand between them and strokes at Yamamoto’s dick, trying to get him that much more eager before putting his mouth to him.

"I'm doing no such thing," Yamamoto counters. Oh, that pout is so cute.

And he's not really being patronizing, he's just teasing. Though he supposes he can see why Gokudera might call it that. Doesn't mean he'll stop. Not when Gokudera is making such cute faces.

"We'll go through them and pick out the best," Yamamoto said as Gokudera wrapped his fingers around him. He let out a soft sigh, reached out to cradle the back of Hayato's head and pulled in for a kiss.

He's so hard. He doesn't think he's ever been this hard. His dick is already slick with precum and throbing. "Hayato," he murmured against his lips. "You're so fucking hot."

“Sure feels like you are.” Gokudera narrows his eyes. Maybe he’s just taking it the wrong way? It’s not really wise for Yamamoto to tease so much while they’re both so naked. Gokudera does not fight fair.

“Fine, but if I look stupid in all of them, I’m getting rid of them and we’ll have to do it some other time-“ which is actually a really fun idea because he wants to see, touch, and feel more of Takeshi again. This is the start of a new chapter in their relationship.

He kisses firmly, hand stroking tight and slow before he breaks the kiss, panting gently against the other young man’s lips.

“Not so bad, yourself, Takeshi,” he purrs and bumps his forehead to Yamamoto’s before smoothly lowering himself to his knees. He kisses along the side of the length in his hand, staring up at Takeshi’s face before his tongue slides out swirls around the head of that hard cock, tasting the moisture that’s gathered and giving a satisfied moan.

He makes a note to tone it down a bit. "Sorry," he murmured gently, pressing a kiss to Gokudera's cheek. "I'll tone it down. But you know I love to tease you."

It's literally his favorite thing to do.

"Hey, I'm game for that," he said, brightening at the idea of this happening again. Well, obviously it was going to, as Yamamoto finding dirty pictures of the two them in the future is what started this. "So long as I get to suck you off too."

Because Hayato's cock looked so good. "We'll do it so much, we'll have the hottest pictures ever."

And then Hayato is lowering himself onto his knees, and how, that's a sight from his fantasies come to life. "Oh, fuck," he murmured. "Oh, fuck."

That tongue so hot. Literally. The wet heat is even better than Hayato's hand. Holy crap. Precum leaks all over Hayato's tongue. He's so turned on. "Hayato."

Gokudera is endeared by the apology. He’s not sincerely upset, just a little peeved, but that kiss and the honesty helps. The teasing got a rise from him, but it’s not such a big deal.

He can’t stay upset.

Not when Yamamoto is so cute and happy, and Gokudera’s thinking about making the perfect scene for him to capture on camera. Thinking about the baseball idiot sucking him off, and he gives a groan. “That’s fair…” More than fair. He wants it almost as soon as the words leave Takeshi’s mouth.

The hand not currently holding that dribbling dick slides up Yamamoto’s stomach, feeling out how firm the other boy’s torso is before he rubs at a nipple.

But the other hand slides, using that mixture of his own saliva and the precum to stroke slick and tight. “Ah?” He rakes his tongue over the slit, prods, then closes his lips around the head to suck. He’s not had much practice, but knows what areas on himself feel good. It’s just so much hotter to do this to Takeshi, to keep his eyes trained up at him while he sucks and licks, then takes a little more in.

Feels really nice to have his mouth busy, to feel Takeshi so hard and wanting and it’s all for him. Greedy, he slurps and takes in more, then bobs his head back and forth.

Good thing they find each other cute, they'd probably drive anyone else insane.

"I thought so. Your dick looks so good, Hayato. I had to stop myself from getting on my knees." He gently stroked his boyfriend's hair. "I figured you'd want this first."

And hey, who was he to argue against someone who wanted to suck his dick?

Then that tongue was on him again, over the slit, leaking more precum over it. "Shit," he groaned out. "Hayato- fuck!" The nipple rub only adds to his arousal, one of his most sensetive spots. He's sure Gokudera picked up on that with all the attention he gave his nipples.

He lifts the phone, takes a few snaps; of that hot little tongue against his shaft, those lips wrapped around him at varying lengths. "Don't, ah! try to take too much," he warns. "I don't want you to choke."

“How’d you figure that?” He asks, teasing with his tongue for a moment and then pursing his lips to rub in a dragging kiss. Gokudera gives a new groan in reply to Takeshi’s expletives. Hearing him curse is its own reward, and he does not intend to stop rubbing and teasing that nipple with his fingers, going so far as to pinch gently while his mouth works.

He wants to see how far he can get, hear the noises Takeshi makes while his dick slides further in. If he chokes, so what? The reflex is only mildly unpleasant and he does just that.

Hayato focuses on breathing through his nose, relaxing and pushing himself. He’s not able to deep-throat the other boy, as this is his first time giving a blowjob on a real dick rather than his toys, but he’s able to get pretty far, enough that his throat constricts, he gags, and pulls back. Spit tails off that dick, down his lips and chin, and he has to pant while looking up, clearly only more aroused from the choking.

“You don’t?” His voice is raspy and coy, and he licks Yamamoto’s dick clean, sliding his hand and twisting it some as he strokes.

"Hayato, fuck." Takeshi doesn't swear that much, but apparently, having a mouth on his cock brings out his dirty mouth. He lets out a gasp when his nipple is pinched. He can imagine things getting better, but somehow, he knows it's going to.

"I, damn, saw the way you looked at it." He does his best to give a careless shrug; it's a little hard right now for obvious reasons. "And I know you. You have a bit of an oral fixation." He assumes this because of the cigarettes.

And that's when Gokudera decides to deep-throat him. He doesn't get all of Yamamoto's dick, but he gets a lot more than he thought Hayato would get; like three centimeters were left. And it feels so good he's speechless.

He stares at Hayato in awe. "Fuck."

Gokudera is looking forward to hearing more cursing, rakes his hand down gently, only to smooth it back up and over that nipple, rubbing gently since his mouth can’t help.

He’d rather keep it where it is, and his eyes widen as he listens to Yamamoto. Of course he would assume Gokudera has an oral fixation! It’s true, but he had no idea it was something anyone else could tell. That awareness comes from them staring at each other often, probably, and not something he should be bothered by.

Gokudera is a panting mess after that attempt at deep-throating, unsatisfied with how little time he was able to hold that dick so far back. He licks his lips and then tips his head to kiss at, then lick gently at Yamamoto’s balls, hand stroking his dick. He sucks one into his mouth, moves to the other, and groans before he’s grinning up in satisfaction.

“… Wanted to choke on it, Takeshi.” He moves right back to sucking at Yamamoto’s dick, bobbing his head and sliding his hand tight, getting lost in the motion and looking up at him, enjoying the reactions. If his mouth weren’t so occupied he’d be demanding the other boy to cum, encouraging that potential orgasm out. He wants it, is hungry for it, and doesn’t plan on stopping unless Yamamoto pushes him away.

"Okay, okay, fuck, you're allowed to choke on me." Because it was obvious Gokudera enjoyed that.

And he did too. It felt so good... he wants Gokudera to do it again.

He's starting to get close to cumming. He's not lasting as long as he'd like, but it's first blow job, first time doing anything with another guy, so it makes sense that he won't last long.

Watching Hayato suck him, looking up at him, those beautiful green eyes darkened with desire.

That helps make his decision. He's going to let Hayato get him to cum. Then they'll keep going. He's young, he can get hard again real fast. Five minutes top.

"You want it?" he asked as he put both hands on Hayato's head. "I'll let you have it if you promise to let me know if I go overboard, okay?"

“Overboard?” Gokudera asks as he pulls back, thinking his own attempts to deep-throat his boyfriend on his first blowjob would be ‘overboard’. He reaches to take Yamamoto’s hand and press it to the back of his head, to encourage him to pull his mouth further along, hold him in place.

“I want you to give it to me, Takeshi… and don’t even think about holding back!” He says, bossy as ever before pushing at the back of Yamamoto’s hand, suggesting he can control more of the pace, fuck his face with reckless abandon.

Gokudera’s the type to bite off more than he can chew, overextend himself to the point of mild self-destruction. In this moment, it’s desperation to see Yamamoto lose all composure because of him. To have him cum would be a reward he never knew he’d be so eager to experience.

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