swan_forest | Vongola Vacation.

Gokudera trusts that if it’s too fast or hurts too much, he can tell the baseball idiot to stop and will be heard and respected. Yamamoto can be selfish, and Gokudera will allow that, but not so much that he won’t have consideration for himself. It’s still something he’s struggling to remember, and that is to value his own body and life a little more. Takeshi clearly likes it, so he trusts him. It goes both ways.

“Y-yeah…” He appreciates the other going slow. Gokudera just doesn’t want him to stop moving.

The lips on his neck and the hands on his hips make him groan, enjoying the feeling of the other filling him. It’s so much better than he could ever describe, and while Takeshi is groaning praises and curses, Gokudera trembles and moans, his dick hardening with each aggravatingly slow centimeter the other boy’s cock pushes in. It’s so much further than any of his toys can hit, pulsing inside him and attached to his favorite annoying person ever.

Yamamoto's never used any toys; all he knows is his hand and fingers. He wasn't going to buy toys to be shipped to his place. Not on the slim chance that his dad might open his package on accident.

So he's not quite ready for his entire dick being surrounded by tight heat.

He's almost all the way in when he feels himself come to a part he can't push past. "I don't think I can go further," he said. "I, uh, bottomed out is the phase?"

He moved one hand from Gokudera's hip to his stomach as if seeing if he could feel himself through Gokudera. That only happened in hentai, though. Right?

He's not really thinking straight. Not when he's as close to Gokudera as he is right now. He peppered kisses against the back of his neck, his other hand coming up to grope at Hayato's chest before he started to slowly rock his hips, pulling out a little bit and then sliding back in.

Gokudera would likely invite him over to his apartment (for the first time! Woah!), and end up giving Yamamoto some things he could play with. He’s not a fan of having the other sneak around his dad, but he knows that privacy would be important, respects that, and doesn’t try to barge in or step on any toes if he can help it. Takeshi and his father have a unique dynamic Gokudera will likely never understand and always be a bit envious of.

Not that he’s thinking about fucking Takeshi at the moment. He’s a bit too preoccupied with the dick in his own ass.

“You’re… all in?” Wow, he really had relaxed. Gokudera had expected pain, but then, Takeshi had been careful at preparing him, and taking his time. There’s no ache, and he feels full, and the hand moving to his stomach makes him shift back a little in a bit of overreacting sensitivity. “Don’t know… the phrase.” He grumbles and moves his hand over the other boy’s before he’s being groped.

“Nh!” Even slow, it’s good, easier to breathe through and savor. Gokudera closes his eyes and tips his head back. He wants more and faster, and not because he is reckless, but because he wants to feel Takeshi give into his urges a little more, doesn’t like the thought of seeming fragile or delicate or that he would actually hurt from something he wants.

Gokudera better invite him over after this. If he doesn't, Yamamoto is going to kind out where he lives and invite himself over.

"Ah, no," Takeshi felt his cheeks warm. "I'm not all the way in. I'm, um, mostly in. Like. One sec." He reached between them and takes a measurement then it holds it in front of Gokudera's face. "This much is out."

It's about three centimeters. Not a lot, but still, he feels kinda giddy that his dick doesn't quite fit inside Gokudera.

When Hayato tips his head back, Yamamoto buries his face his his boyfriend's neck. He wraps his arms around him again and began to move a little faster, a little harder. "So good."

He either will and it’ll be a cute interaction between them, but it’s more likely he’ll want to clean or make his space something impressive instead of the little apartment he can barely afford, and get too focused on that, and eventually Yamamoto will have to invite himself.

“You’re not?!” Gokudera asks, concerned that his body is just too tight or Yamamoto is too big. He didn’t think that was possible! His body is much deeper, so maybe it’s the angle? “How do you ah-“

He shudders at the slight increase in pace and pressure, gasps and forgets what he’d meant to ask. Something about making this better? Is he doing enough? Should they try a different position? Gokudera would arch his back more, but having Yamamoto wrap his arms around him keeps him still, bracing and shuddering on a moan.

Yeah, that's probably how it'll go down. It'll be fun.

"Nope," Yamamoto repeated. He's not too concerned, and he's more of the opinion that he's too big rather than Hayato being too tight. "Don't worry about it; in the photos of our future selves I saw, you were able to take all of me."

There are very explicit photos on his phone. He wonders if the rest of him and Gokudrea grow and his dick stays the same size. (Maybe he should ask Gokudera in the future. And he wouldn't mind. He doesn't have exact measurements of himself, but he figures it's big enough.)

"You're amazing," he said, pressing kisses to Hayato's neck. "Fuck, Hayato, you feel so good. This is the best I've ever felt. Fuck."

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Gokudera is concerned, but he usually is. If this already feels amazing, what would it be like to have every centimeter of Takeshi’s arousal buried into him. It’s too appealing a thought for him to accept that on their first time together, they can’t truly go all the way. As is typical, he takes that as a fault of his own rather than something they could work on together. It’d be fun work, too… if he weren’t so eager and greedy in the moment.

“Y-You saw?!” Gokudera gasps in disbelief, and now he’s interested in going to the future and finding out for himself if the older Yamamoto would show him… let him explore a little.

“Nnnhh… ah-! AH-!” The thrusts are feeling better now that he’s relaxed into them, each slide of the other feels amazing and he wants to touch more of Takeshi, swinging his arm back to slide his palm against whatever he can, holding the back of his head to keep those kisses right there. “Fuck! Mmmh! Oh fuck…”

Knowing Hayato as well as he does, Yamamoto immediately begins to praise his partner. Get him out of that negative headspace and let him just enjoy this. "You're amazing," he murmured against Hayato's skin. "To take as much as me as you have. I might be too big." He nipped lightly at Gokudera's neck, not enough to leave a noticeable mark, just enough to sting a little.

"Yeah. You're beautiful in them. I can't wait to show you the ones I just took. You're amazing. Beautiful, Hayato you're so fucking good to me."

He moves his mouth to the back of Hayato's neck. He wants to bite. To claim. But he knew Hayato would probably rather keep such marks private. So instead, he nips, kisses, and licks back up to Hayato's neck. "Hayato," he repeated as his hips seem to take a life of their own, pulling more of his cock out and thrusting back in. Faster and harder. "You close? Don't hold back; I want you to cum."

The slight stinging pinch of teeth to his neck makes Gokudera hiss. He was going to say something about them both getting bigger and he is able to do it. But he wants to do it now. Yamamoto is having a great time, and Gokudera feels amazing. There is literally no need to complain, and so he just dismisses the issue. If it were really a problem, they could work on it together, really push his body’s limits.

But right now he has the other’s mouth at his neck, his hips at his rear, and a cock inside him. Gokudera doesn’t know how he’s supposed to respond, and isn’t usually great at accepting compliments. He’s not going to negate this one, just groans gentle at the mouth moving along his neck.

His hair is long enough he’d attempt to hide the marks if there are any, but he’s not thinking about that. That mouth feels good, those thrusts feel good. His cock leaks and he is close, but he can’t cum with his ass… hasn’t been able to achieve that on his own, and certainly not on his first time.

“I am… yeah… want to-“ So it’s back to stroking himself off while he groans, grunts, and whimpers at the thrusting Takeshi does.

Yamamoto would love to have his entire cock inside of Gokudera, but hey, he got most of it in! And he loves the way he's making Hayato feel with his dick.

"Then do it." He kissed his way up to Gokudera's ear, nipping at the lobe. "Cum for me." He kissed his cheek. "Cum for me, Hayato. Don't worry about me right now. I want you feel good."

He lifted a hand to turn Gokudera's face towards him and pressed their lips together. "Feel good for me. Let go."

Yamamoto kept his thursting at a steady pace, trying to aim for that spot he got with his fingers earlier, missing most of the time, but he'd get there eventually.

Gokudera shudders with sensitivity as his ear is nipped at. He even raises his shoulder a little and snickers. It tickles and feels good, and he wants to spend more time doing this. Wants to savor every moment with Takeshi like nothing else will ever change.

His hand doesn’t have to work too hard, as he’s already on his way to orgasm with those hips moving against him. His grip tightens, squeezes from base to tip, then rolls there until he’s kissed.

The bomber gasps into it, the clumsy bumping against his prostate paired with the hurried stroking of his hand, but more than that, feeling Yamamoto pressed to his back, kissing him and valuing him tip him over the edge.

He groans open mouthed against Takeshi’s lips as he bucks back and forth, forward into his hand, then backwards into the steady thrusts until all of his muscles seize up and he’s letting go, breaking the kiss and letting his body ride through the wave of orgasm while wringing at Takeshi’s cock.

He swore as Gokudera came. Hayato's body was hot and tight. And the way it was convulsing around him made him moan.

"Fuck. Hayato,," he said, sliding his dick in as deep as he could as Hayato came around. "That's it, fuck, that's it babe, let it out."

He stayed like that, waiting for Hayato to come down from his high, then kissed him on the nose. "That, wow, that felt good on this end. How'd it feel on yours?"

He kissed Hayato again, soft and sweet. "You want me to pull out?"

“Auuuuuuuh Takeshi!!!” He nearly shouts in pleasure, the encouragement, the way Takeshi slides in deeper has his head spinning. He’s never in his whole life came that hard and he’s panting and blinking a bit dazed before his nose is kissed.

“Fuck… Takeshi… I… Good’s kinda-“ he has to lick his lips to rewet them, “kinda an understatement.”

“Did you cum?” He asks softly, breathless.

Oh, that was a beautiful sound. And he was going to make it come out Hayato's mouth as many times as he could.

He laughed, a low rumble in his chest as he pulled Gokudera as close as he could to him. He pressed more kisses against Hayato's skin, sloppy and affectionate.

"No, but I came while you were giving me a blow job." He didn't move, though his body wanted him to start again. To really drive himself deep inside of his partner until he came again. "But I read somewhere it can be uncomfortable for some people to keep doing anal after they cum. So I'm waiting to see if you're one of those people."

Gokudera’s still a bit out of breath, even being relaxed and listening. He’s probably never shown such a calm demeanor before, putty in Takeshi’s hands. A gentle hum escapes him with those sloppy, affectionate kisses.

“Not gonna know… if we don’t try?” He doesn’t want Takeshi to pull out, wants him to keep going and share his release just like he’d done.

"Good point," Yamamoto said and began to move. He hummed thoughtfully and pulled out. "One sec."

He spat in his hand, rewet his cock, and slid back in. He pulled halfway out and spit on his dick, getting it wetter. "Note for next time," he chirped, "Have actual lube."

He began moving again, not as hard or fast yet, but at a nice pace. "Let me know if you need me to stop."

Gokudera makes a gentle whining noise when Yamamoto pulls out. He braces against the rock, does his best to show patience when the other slides in, but when he pulls back to spit again, he supposes it’s not so bad. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, to have all that friction.

“Nnhh… I’m fine! Y-you okay?” He can only imagine he’s gripping tighter now that he’s more sensitive from release. It’s not bad, but it is more overwhelming than before. Gokudera has both his hands on the rock, pressing his forehead into it and groaning every time his lover slides against his prostate. He doubts he’ll cum again, as he’s not even hard anymore, but it doesn’t mean that spot doesn’t stop feeling good. If anything, he’s more sensitive.

Yamamoto knows it's unlikely he'll get Gokudera to cum again. But that's not going to stop him from trying!

He wants Gokudera to have as many orgasms as he's going to have. Right now they're tied, and he wants it to be even. But he knows this is their first time and it's not always the best, but their second time, for sure, they'll be equal.

He needs to learn how to get his dick against Gokudera's prostate more. He can sorta feel it when he does, and Hayato moans so pretty when he rubs it. He thinks.

"Hayato. I wanna, fuck. In or on?"

He could very well push him to another orgasm if he keeps hitting that spot, or touching more of him, but Gokudera’s not feeling the need to cum again. It’s more satisfying to feel the way Yamamoto’s body responds to his own. He can be more present in the moment, enjoy the noises the baseball idiot makes instead of containing his own moans.

If it’s an attempt to keep the score even, and Gokudera knew that were the case, he may be more stubborn. As it is, he’s just basking in the pleasure that’s bursting into him over the calm of his afterglow.

“Takeshi…” At first he doesn’t understand what the other boy is asking him and he arches his back, grinding to get more sensation from the dick thrusting into him at that steady pace.

“Ah… I don’t… In?” But on would allow for better pictures if Takeshi is suggesting what he thinks he is.

It's less a competition and more Yamamoto's need to take care of others, especially Gokudera (and Tsuna, but not in the same way).

And okay, it's partly a competition. He always competes with others. He doesn't compete with Gokudera because that would be counterproductive when it comes to being Tsuna's right and left hands. But this? This could be a very fun and pleasurable competition between the two of them. Nothing serious, but something to keep things interesting.

"In, fuck, that'll be so hot." Hey, he could always take pictures of his spunk coming out of Gokudera; that'd be pretty hot too. "I'm not, fuck, going to last much longer."

Gokudera would be more than happy to compete against Yamamoto for pleasure. He already competes with him so much as it is, that it just feels like part of their natural dynamic. A little give and take of pleasure, who cums first, or if they can together is a test of their teamwork as well.

He’s not keeping track, though, a bit lost in the moment. But after this, oh he’ll realize that either of them probably could have gone a bit longer, hit another orgasm, maybe. Something for him to look forward to for next time. It’ll be exploratory and fun and may be something he treats like training, prioritizes a bit more.

Why not? After all, they’ll get stronger the more time they spend together, and Gokudera actually might start taking better care of himself.

“C’mon… ah- Takeshi…” He pants, watching from over his shoulder as he other keeps thrusting into him. Gokudera’s groaning with each shift of those hips, not thinking about the pictures or the mess. It’d be easy enough to rinse off by getting in the water. “G-Give it t- nnhh… give it to me…”

Something to think about when Yamamoto's brain isn't melting because of how much pleasure is going through his body.

Every nerve is on fire. His dick feels like it's going to melt as well. There's no way anything can feel as good as this does.

But it does. It's real, and he's sure part of it is because he loves this beautiful, reckless boy he's currently. He can't wait for Hayato to be in him, for them to be tied together as one like this as often as they can be.

"C-cumming!" he shouts, and his hips' movement becomes erratic until he slams home one final time, fingers fighting on Hayato's hips, possibly leaving light bruises, going in as far as he can as his dick throbs and shot volley after volley into Gokudera. The sound coming out of his mouth right now is basically a keyboard smash.

Gokudera loves the feeling of the other letting go, his thrusts picking up, the noises he’s making as he moves against him. He never knew anything could feel like this, could break him down so well.

Takeshi’s shouts are the obvious warning, the second is the way he slams forward. The bomber groans gently, encouraging “come on, aw fuck… yeah,” sounds just as satisfied as he feels. The pressure of those squeezing hands is only a distant feeling compared to having the other shoot his load inside him. It’s hot! It feels weird! But… it’s oddly satisfying, makes him shift his hips a little, grinding back as Yamamoto vocally falls apart.

There is something different about cumming inside of someone. He couldn't quite describe it. It was sort of like making a claim. Like on an instinctual level. Primal. And the fact there's more squeezing down on his dick than just a hand or mouth.

It's so much tighter than either. Holy fuck.

He slumps forward, face pressed against the skin of Hayato's neck, and takes in a deep breath. "Fuck, you smell good," he murmurs. Like the beach and sun and sweat and sex.

"I'm going to pull out now. Stay like that. Please?"

Gokudera’s shuddering at the feeling, body squeezing and working at Yamamoto’s dick like each pulse through it makes his own body pulse in response.

He turns his head as the other places his face to his neck. It feels nice having him so close, slumped against and over him. The comment about how he smells makes him chuckle, and he just wants to stay close for a moment longer when Yamamoto mentions he’ll be pulling out.

“Oh…” A contented sigh leaves him and he looks over his shoulder, affectionate satisfaction filling his eyes. “Okay.” He can stay nice and still, but he’s not going to be looking anywhere except the other boy.

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