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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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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.

Pulling off with a pop, Yamamoto beamed up at Gokudera and licked his lips. "Good?" he asked, though he knew it was. He had been practicing on popsicles. "You taste good."

He pressed a kiss to the junction of hip and thigh and stood. "I think I'm ready for the bedroom now," he said, taking his boyfriend's hand. "I'm ready for you."

Gokudera looks like he's lost all sense of himself, dazed with pleasure, staring at the other boy while he licks his lips. He's not sure why Takeshi stopped, and he nods at him. "More..."

The kiss makes him blink a little more clarity into his head, but he's so hard it hurts and he wants to grab his boyfriend and demand he keeps going. "More than good." Well, they can do more once they're in the room. Now they have to walk to his room with raging hard-ones, and he just wants to push Yamamoto over and eat him out.

The bedroom... gotta hold off until they're in.

And as soon as they are, before Yamamoto can even get a good look at the space, Gokudera's yanking him into a hungry kiss and walking him towards the bed so that his knees will hit the back and they can tumble Takeshi first into the mattress.

Yamamoto tumbles back onto the bed, beaming up at his boyfriend.

"Hey gorgeous," he said, reaching up and taking one of Gokudera's hands, bringing it to his lips to kiss his palm. His cock is so hard, leaking on his abs.

He scooted further onto the bed, moving to the center so they tangle up in each other more. "I want you so badly," he said. "Fuck me, Hayato."

Gokudera licks his lips, staring down at the other boy as if he's an entire meal he can devour. The kiss to his palm blooms heat through him and he gasps gently.

"Ah... wait a little longer." His other hand slides down to help position Yamamoto in front of him, legs spread. One thigh over each of his own. He then slides his fingers over his boyfriend's hole, swirling his thumb in little circles against the rim.

"So hot, Takeshi," Gokudera slides his finger in, then out, then turns his wrist so his index finger can slide in. He's adding lube -having already left it out in anticipation for this- and letting Takeshi adjust, wants to watch every second of how it feels to do this.

A little gasp escapes from Yamamoto's throat when Gokudera's finger touches his hole. He had touched himself there, fingered himself to get himself used to this. But Gokudera's fingers felt better. Was this how Gokudera had felt when he fingered him on the beach?

"Fuck," he muttered, spreading his legs as Gokudera pushed his finger into him. "Fuck, Hayato. That feels good."

He kissed Gokudera's palm again, then sucked one finger into his mouth.

At least in Gokudera's bedroom, they don't have to worry about being interrupted or walked in on. There's no sand, just some teenage hormones and sexual enthusiasm. He's careful as he touches, knowing how sensitive his own body is there.

"It can feel better, too," Gokudera says with a little growl under his breath. He starts sliding his finger around, in and out, massaging around while he searches and explores him, aroused further watching how Takeshi reacts.

Watching his boyfriend suck at his finger makes him long for his mouth, and he leans forward, taking his hand back so he can kiss him.

Vongola Vacation.

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