swan_forest | Vongola Vacation.

“I don’t need you to walk me home, idiot. You live closer to the Tenth than I do.” Gokudera grumbles his lie in his usual manner of denying any advances of friendship between them in front of the Tenth. It’s become something of a habit to give a little push back, a little sass. Keeping Takeshi on his toes is fun, and if he can say something to make him lose face, or catch him off guard in front of the Tenth, the more victorious he’ll feel. It’s a competition, after all, for the boss’s favor, even though he’s certain they’re both comfortable with their placement in the family.

He smiles as he gives a little wave to Tsuna, “I’ll text you when I get home safely!” And the boss nods while he’s dealing with Lambo whining about not wanting to go to bed because he’s going to be some great hitman and finally kill Reborn blah blah blah…

Gokudera lights up a cigarette once they’re outside. “You better not be inviting me back to your place.” He says, then intentionally pauses before muttering, “because I was going to have you at mine.”

They can stop by Yamamoto’s on the way, but Gokudera’s been planning. He knows exactly what he intends to do, where he’s going to have the other boy, and how. He was waiting for the right moment to invite him, gathering his courage.

"I'm not," Takeshi said. "I'm inviting myself to yours." He bumps his arm against Gokudera's shoulder. "And my room's a mess at the moment, I did some reorganizing and haven't put the room back together yet."

He smiled, soft and fond at his boyfriend. He wanted to reach over and take Hayato's hand. But he held back. He knew Gokudera was still worried about being out, reasons that were very valid. He could get away with slinging an arm around Gokudera's shoulder for a bit, but that was about it.

So he put his hand in his pocket to make sure he didn't give into temptation. "I, uh, even packed some things so we don't need to stop at my place. I just want to spend time with you. I really, really wanna cuddle you."

“That’s rude!” Gokudera scolds as he’s bumped.

“Tch.” Figures the baseball idiot would keep a messy room. He wouldn’t expect any differently considering how busy Takeshi keeps himself with school, baseball, and his swordsmanship.

While they’re outside, it’s easy enough to walk together and be a little closer, to let the back of his hand brush the other boys before it’s moving away. No one would think twice about Yamamoto hanging on Gokudera, as the idiot’s been doing that almost since their first meeting. As long as the bomber can disguise his comfort with a frown for anyone that may see them, it’s fine.

He’d spent long enough keeping his own hands to himself, and he smokes, exhaling away from the other and then just holding it in his hand on the other side. It’ll eventually go out, as he’s usually waving it about while speaking rather than smoking actively, anyways. Today hadn’t been too stressful, but he’s been having to contain himself, focus too much on schoolwork so as not to alert anyone of his affections.

“Yeah? What kind of things?” Gokudera’s already expecting he’ll be cuddled, and he’s looking forward to it. He won’t admit that, though, just scoffs gently, face a little pink before he mutters ‘idiot’ soft and fondly under his breath.

He's not messy all the time! But he also doesn't have a lot of time to clean either, with how insane his schedule is. Mostly, he's only in his room for sleep, homework if he's not at Tsuna's place, watching things on his phone, or wanking.

The last of which he has been doing a little more of lately.

"A change of clothes, some lube. The spit was fine, but I've read that lube's just better to use. Condoms if you wanna have an easier clean up. Both large and regular if we wanna flip flop."

All of this was said very casually, though quietly, with only the slightest bit of a blush dusting his cheeks. "I want you to top," he said, his voice now taking a soft, slightly husky tone. "I've been thinking about it a lot since we've gotten back from Italy."

It’s rude for Yamamoto to invite himself over, and Gokudera would figure the other boy’s room would be messy most of the time. His own space is usually a bit cluttered, so he’s not going to openly judge the baseball idiot. Gokudera’s done a lot more research, and maybe that’s why he doesn’t seem so shocked to hear about it mentioned so casually from his partner.

“Well, yeah… I didn’t think that was gonna happen…” He admits. It was hard to be prepared to lose his anal virginity during that vacation. They got carried away. It wasn’t a mistake or anything, but lube and maybe some more mental preparation would have made it better.

“Uh, I’ve got those kind of things too!” He’s prepared and he has to struggle not to shudder at how attractive Yamamoto sounds when his voice softens and goes huskier.

“You can stay over all night, if you want.” Gokudera invites and glances over at Takeshi.

Maybe they did rush into the sexual side of their relationship a little too fast, but fortunately, it hadn't any problems. It probably helps that they have Tsuna in their lives that they both put above themselves. So if any problems crop up between them, would be able to be put aside for their Boss.

"It was really spur of the moment, but I don't regret it." Yamamoto's met Gokudera's eyes. "I don't think I could ever regret you."

Was it sappy? Yes. Did he care? Absolutely not.

"I, uh, kinda need bigger condoms than normal," he said, his face turning pinker. He cleared his throat. "But yeah, I'd love to stay over." And his face split into a big smile. "And then I can make you breakfast."

Gokudera wouldn’t let anything get in the way of prioritizing their boss, and no matter how much they rush into any part of their relationship, it’s an understanding that they will do what they need to. The bomber can only plan for so much.

“Me either, but I’m sure lube will work better.” He scoffs gently at the sappy comment.

“Well, it’s a good thing you brought your own. Want me to wear one for your first time?” Gokudera asks gently.

He’s not thinking about breakfast, just about what it might be like to wake up next to the baseball idiot. “If I let you get out of bed…” he mutters conspiratorially. They’re nearing Yamamoto’s house on the walk to Gokudera’s, and he’s slowing down, walking a little closer to his boyfriend, almost leaning into his side while they go.

Yamamoto hummed thoughtfully. "No," he said. "No, first time I want to feel all of you. Then we can try condoms and see if we like them. I hear locker room talk about how it 'doesn't feel as good,' but it's probably just talk. Most of them probably haven't touched another person."

He wants to say they're so young, but so are they, really. Doesn't feel like it sometimes.

"Like I said, they're for quicker clean up. Since we're each other's only, we probably don't need them except if we're in a hurry."

“Of course it’d feel better without a condom,” he agrees. He could understand why they’d be useful. If Yamamoto wants to feel him without a condom involved, he’ll happily indulge him.

“If I don’t cum in you, I’m going to cum on you,” he says so quietly it may be a whisper. They’re walking past Yamamoto’s place, after all.

"Both sound fun," Yamamoto said, grinning. He looked at his home; the restaurant was still open, one of the other chefs was in charge for the weekend, and they knew Yamamoto kept odd hours with his friends and club and didn't need to wait up for him.

"I've pretty much got everything I need," he said, turning his attention back to Hayato. "And we've got everything we need for tonight. So~" His grin broadened. "Let's have some fun."

“Yeah?” Gokudera’s grinning as well and blushing a little. Honestly, he just wants to see the other come undone with pleasure against him. He has to try and keep himself from visualizing that. It’s making him want to pin the baseball idiot against the nearest lamppost and have his way with him. But-! He clears his throat and keeps on leading them past the shop.

“It’s not too far away…” he’s actually very nervous about letting anyone see where he lives. It’s small, incredibly cramped. Namimori is a pretty average, quiet place, after all. Getting somewhere that would take in a foreigner like him was difficult, and he works a part-time job to pay for the place. From the outside, the apartments are quaint, most everyone already asleep, and Gokudera leads them up a few flights of stairs, adjusts his bag on his shoulder, and goes about unlocking his front door.

“Welcome in.” The entryway is narrow, and the apartment is a bit outdated, smelling of paper and laundry detergent. For as much as Gokudera smokes, he tries not to indoors. There’s a scratching post at the end of the hall, a kitchen around the corner, and then it opens into a decent living room. There’s a loveseat, a coffee table, and a television, not very much on the walls as far as decorating goes. It’s clear that Gokudera doesn’t spend much time here.

Well, Yamamoto wouldn't object if Gokudera did push him against any surface.

In addition to the sex they're going to have, he's excited to get to know where his boyfriend lives. To see how Hayato lives, what kind of housekeeper he is, what type of food he keeps in his fridge, and what snacks he likes.

Little things. Little things that make up the whole of Gokudera Hayato that he's hungry to know.

And then they're here. He walks into the living room and looks around, enraptured. "It's you," he said. He can see Gokudera spending his nights here, watching TV when he can't sleep. And he makes his way to kitchen to begin to snoop.

Gokudera wouldn’t dream of doing that out in the streets of Namimori where Yamamoto is so well-known and beloved locally. Absolutely not.

He keeps his house as clean as he can, and even the most cluttered parts look barely cluttered!

“It’s me?” Not certain what the baseball idiot means, Gokudera’s following him, wondering why they’re headed for the kitchen.

“Are you hungry or something?” He could have just said so! The bomber doesn’t have much in the way of food, usually orders takeout or makes some ramen. His fridge doesn’t have much in it, and what food there is in there has likely gone bad. There’s some fresh milk and eggs, a pitcher of lemonade, maybe some butter and some wilted green onion, but really… there’s not much. He has a coffee pot on the counter, a little drying rack by the sink, and some hand towels that slightly bulge out of a drawer. There’s a knife block full of knives that desperately need to be sharpened, and Gokudera’s moving beside his boyfriend to take out a dish and retrieve some cat food for Uri. The kitten was quiet while they caught up with the tutoring, and as soon as it’s out, it’s eating happily.

Now that the cat won’t bother them, Gokudera’s crowding Takeshi, leaning into him and taking a long satisfied breath.

"No, I'm just being nosy," he said, turning to watch Gokudera feed Uri.

When his boyfriend approches him, he grins and lets him press him against the counter, putting his hands on Gokudera's hips and leaning in to press a kiss to Hayato's hair. It was nice to have the other boy in his arms again.

"Hayato," he murmured, pressing another kiss to his temple as he slid his hands up the other's shirt a bit. "I missed hugging you," he said. "I missed kissing you as much as I wanted. I missed being to just look and think all the sappy thoughts that come to mind when I see you."

He wants so much right no. He feels like he could burst from how much he wants. "I really, really wanna be naked now. Both of us."

Gokudera blinks at him, dumbfounded. What’s there to be nosy about in his kitchen? Well, at least the baseball idiot is honest.

For as much as he may fuss about Yamamoto touching him, and hanging all over him, in private moments like this, it’s okay. Maybe more than okay. He hums at the kiss to his hair, just taking a moment to be comfortable and drop all of the anxiety he usually carries around.

Hearing his given name makes him smile, and luckily it’s hidden well enough until the other kisses at his temple and starts to touch him. “Just text me… even if I’m right in front of you. Any time you want… I’m sure we can steal some time together…” Maybe not during class or right in front of Tsuna, but Takeshi isn’t alone in missing moments like this where they can enjoy each others company without any feelings of judgement.

“Mnn… alright.” The bomber turns his head and presses a soft kiss to Takeshi’s cheek.

“Get naked for me, and then I’ll do the same for you.” Gokudera doesn’t care that they’re still in the kitchen. There’s no reason they can’t move to the living room. He won’t let that or any kind of positioning stop him in having the baseball idiot all to himself.

Does Yamamoto care that they're about to get naked in the kitchen? No, not at all. Kitchens are suddenly really sexy.

He wastes no time in undressing. He doesn't even try to be sexy about it; his shirt, socks, pants, and underwear come off in a matter of seconds. His dick springs up, already more than half hard and very quickly coming up to full erection.

"Kay, ready," he said with a lopsided grin. His hands go to his boyfriend, taking him by the hips and leaning in for a kiss against his cheek.

Gokudera would disagree that kitchens are sexy. It’s more that Yamamoto it getting naked that’s sexy. He doesn’t have to make it a long drawn-out strip-tease for the bomber to appreciate him.

He’s excited and taking off his own shirt as Yamamoto takes his hips and kisses at him.

“No fair, Takeshi! I didn’t interrupt you!”

"That's because I got undressed faster than you," Yamamoto teased as he helped Gokudera out of his pants.

His hand comes into contact with the bulge in his boyfriend's underwear, and he gives it a little rub. "You have no idea how sexy you are, Hayato," he murmured. "God, I want you so bad."

“It’ll take even longer for me if you keep kissing me, you know,” he grumbles but is clearly not too upset. After all, Takeshi’s helping him get undressed anyways.

“Nnh-!” He gives a groan at the rubbing his boyfriend gives his concealed dick. It’s stirring at even that little bit of attention, and Gokudera moves a hand up to ruffle Yamamoto’s hair.

“Y-Yeah… You wanna take this to the bedroom? I’ve got everything set up in there so you can have all of me… all to yourself… for as long as you want it.” He cleaned up the space, and while it’s not large, the bed is really all they need and that takes up the space anyways. And there’s no risk of anyone walking in.

"In a minute," Yamamoto said, his voice going husky with desire. He meets Gokudera's green eyes with his brown, which were blown with lust and affection. He then begins to sink down onto his knees, pulling down Gokudera's underwear as he went.

He didn't get to do this last time, Gokudera did. He ate out Gokudera, which was fun, but there was just something about sucking another guy's dick that enchanted most guys who liked guys.

Looking up at Gokudera's beautiful face, he wrapped his long fingers around his boyfriend's dick, pulled it towards him and opened his mouth to take the head into his mouth, wrapping his lips around it, and moaning softly.

Gokudera is not opposed to receiving a blowjob. Seeing Takeshi on his knees, mouth open, sucking at him is one of the most erotic things he’s ever seen in his life. He just wishes he had something to lean back on, or something comfortable beneath them. Instead, it’s just him putting a hand back on a countertop and letting out a satisfied groan when his underwear is pulled down and his dick swings out.

“Mmh… fuck… oh you look so good like that…” he praises, sliding a hand down to grab into the other boy’s hair.

Yamamoto smiled the best he could with a dick in his mouth. He shut his eyes, took Hayato by the hips, and pulled him close as he slid his head down Hayato's length.

It feels good. He remembered how good Hayato made him when he blew him on the beach. Now he was determined to make Gokudera feel just as good as he did that day.

He couldn't get over how good it felt to have hard flesh between his lips, sliding along his tongue. He moaned as he took his boyfriend as far as he could.

“Takeshi…” He sighs and moves his hand further to caress at the side of his baseball idiot’s face. His mouth feels amazing, and he thrusts a little when the other moves to take more.

“You-fuck… nhhh… ha… like it?” Gokudera’s feeling his mouth water watching as his cock slides in and out, as that tongue slides against his hot, sensitive skin. The moan Yamamoto makes around him is beautiful, and he wants to hear it over and over again, pulls his hips back, and then swiftly slides them into his boyfriend’s eager mouth again.

"Mmmm-hmm," Yamamoto hummed around Gokudera's shaft, opening his eyes to look at Gokudera, eyes sparkling as he bobs his head up and down. Yeah, he likes it. He likes it a lot.

He has to stop himself from sliding his hands back to Gokudera's ass. He knows if he does, he'll start playing with Gokudera's hole, and he wants to be the one fucked today.

When his boyfriend thrust his dick back into his mouth when he wasn't expecting it, he found himself taking the whole thing, the head hitting his throat. He swallows around it and holds Hayato there for a moment, deepthroating him.

Gokudera likes watching Yamamoto do this, how he sounds and how he looks and how it feels. He likes how enthusiastic his boyfriend is in doing this, and he’s groaning as he’s taken in fully. Of course Takeshi can see-throat him when Hayato had struggled.

“Oh… f-fuck-!” He shudders and his dick throbs there in the other boy’s throat, leaking. Gokudera bites his lip hard to fight back cumming when the other swallows around him. His fingers grip tight into Takeshi’s hair, pulling, trying to urge him back.

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