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Vongola Vacation.

A little south of the Pelagie Islands, there was a little getaway owned by the Cavallone Famiglia that the Tenth Generation of the Vongola was currently using for their summer vacation.

A gift from Dino, who was spending his summer in Japan.

Yamamoto was currently on the beach, sitting on a rock, watching the waves gently crash upon the shore. He was shirtless, wearing a pair of blue and tan board shorts; the colors split down the middle, and after a few moments of watching the waves, he saw Gokudera walk down the shoreline. He stood, his swimsuit falling down just below his hip bones.

"Hey!" he called, his face spliting into a grin and bounded down to Tsuna's right hand man. "Haven't seen you since breakfast, where you've been? You missed Lambo messing around with his ten year bazooka again. Guess what I saw on twenty-five-year-old me's phone."

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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.

Slowly, Yamamoto pulls out of Gokudera, letting out a soft gasp as his dick pops out. "Oh, oh wow." He's staring at Gokudera's ass. His jizz is starting to leak out of him.

"Okay, wow, that's hot. You're so hot, Hayato. Beautiful, sexy." His mouth is running on its own as he reaches down and picks up his phone. He gets on his knees and takes a picture of Gokudera's ass. Then zooms in closer on his hole. "Fuck. Okay. I wanna cuddle with you now."

He stood and pulled Hayato to him, leaning against the rock, warms wrapped protectively around his lover. "Thank you," he murmured. "That was amazing. And I can't imagine losing my virginity to any one else. I love you so much, Hayato."

Gokudera groans as Yamamoto pulls out, the noise somewhere between pleasure and relief. It takes him a moment to realize when the other is staring at his asshole, and his face goes so red he has to look away.

The compliments only make him feel that much more shy, and he pillows his head with his arms, hiding his red face at the attention. His hole twitches, more of Takeshi’s jizz leaking out, not that he’s aware. If he could see himself, he already feels mortified that the other is staring, taking pictures.

“Ah-!” Gokudera allows himself to be pulled into the other boy’s embrace and he hides his face against his collarbone. The words are too warm and affectionate and he feels filthy and satisfied and like he doesn’t want to be anywhere else.

“We should… do that more often,” he says softly, mutters it right into Yamamoto’s chest.

Yamamoto often stares at Gokudera. But he's never had such an up-close view of a very private part of him. A part that Yamamoto was just in and had the evidence of the activity leaking out of him.

It's very intimate. And Yamamoto's a little obsessed.

Once they're cuddling together, Yamamoto let out a yawn and presses his face into Hayato's hair as his boyfriend pressed his face against his chest. He gently strokes Hayato's back and lets out a hum. "Yeah. Can you take me next time?" he asked softly. "I want to explore everything with you."

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.

Well, Gokudera better get used to it because he only speaks the truth. Well, okay, he can lie, for the Family's protection or interests. But he'll never lie to Hayato. Not if he can help it.

He does know about Gokudera's difficulties with communication. He doesn't understand them, but he's more than willing to let Gokudera figure out his own to communicate. Actions speak louder than words, anyway.

He lets out a little yelp when his butt is pinched and grinned down at him. "I'm going to hold you to that," he said as he reached down to give Gokudera's butt a light smack, then squeezed. "You already knocked bottoming out of the park. I expect you to top me just as well."

Yamamoto does get baseball sex puns, but playing along with Gokudera is more important than correcting him. "Fuck me out of the park!"

Gokudera would not expect Takeshi to lie to him without good reason to do so. It doesn’t make it any easier to accept his words.

Eventually, slowly but surely Gokudera will open up, share more of himself, the words he’s holding close have been hesitantly given. But the more he’s around Takeshi, the easier it is to relax around him, to speak more freely.

“Oh yeah~” He jumps a little at the smack and grab, but does not complain so much as he hides his face and chuckles. It blossoms into full laughter at Yamamoto’s revision to his little punny joke.

“Hehhehheh I love you,” He says, face still rested against his lover’s chest as it rises and falls with his laughter and breathing.

Gokudera's laughter makes him laugh too. Yamamoto held him close and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "I love you too," he said, rubbing Hayato's butt.

He would happily stay there all day. But they would need to put in an appearance sometime. Rescue Tsuna from Sasagawa-senpai's and Lambo's antics. Sasagawa might have fought a shark at this point. He mentioned wanting to.

"We should get cleaned up," he said after a few moments. "I get some lunch, and then we can pick out the blow job picture to keep."

“Stop rubbing my butt,” he says. It’s very distracting and he needs to calm down a bit, and the touching is stimulating even if Takeshi doesn’t mean to push towards more intimacy there right now.

Gokudera wishes time could just stop for a while and they could stay like this. The sound of the ocean crashing and the warm salty air, and the sound of his lover’s heartbeat and warm embrace. He’s never felt so happy and comfortable.

But… the baseball idiot is not wrong. “Ah! I gotta clean up more than you-“ because he doesn’t really know how well or if he should keep Takeshi’s release inside himself.

"But it's so cute," Yamamoto said, putting a fake whine in his voice. But he stopped rubbing it, sliding his hand up Hayato's back before, very reluctantly, pulling away from him.

"Ah, sorry," he said, not sounding sorry at all. "Maybe we should take a dip in the water?" he asked, cheeks turning pink as he thought about what Gokudera might have to do to get his load out of him. "I'll help."

How he'd help, he didn't know, but he was willing to do it!

Vongola Vacation.

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