49. In a Private Room of a Club/Restaurant
Title: High Above the Chimney Tops (explicit)
Author: roxiezeke
Prompt: 49. In a Private Room of a Club/Restaurant
Wordcount: 1478
Author Notes: Genben! Both ways so that means 8059 is YURI in this one. Don't hate me. And I shall have you know I broke my keyboard in the middle of this.
***
"Dad, all I can feel is pain, help me."
Yamamoto opened her eyes.
She looked over to her side and saw Gokudera laying there, one arm tossed lazily around Yamamoto's slim waist. She smiled and looked back up at the stucco roof. Her arm hurt still. It still hurt really bad. She rubbed the tender forearm bone as she felt the sun against her skin and heard the bird's chirp out their mating calls, "Gokudera," She called cutely, "Gokudera, Gokudera, Gokude-"
"What?" Her partner withdrew her arm and looked down at Yamamoto as she pushed herself up. Gokudera looked down at Yamamoto through her sleep-clogged green eyes.
"It's a mating call, you know, like the birds." Yamamoto said with a smile, "Answer?"
Gokudera puffed out a breath of air, ignoring the fact she probably had morning breath and looked away, "No." And with that, she flopped herself down back onto the bed.
A faint throbbing set place in her arm, right where she broke it, "Okay." Yamamoto pushed herself up off the bed and put her feet down on the hardwood floor. It was cold so early in the morning but it felt good against the pads of her toes, against her calloused heel. She smiled again and got up with a stretch.
"Yamamoto," Gokudera called from the bed. She was cuddling Yamamoto's white pillow, holding it close to her chest and breathing in the scent of Yamamoto's conditioner.
"Hm?"
"Nothing," "It's a mating call,"
Yamamoto smiled down at Gokudera, even though Gokudera couldn't see it, and blew her a kiss. The hardwood was even colder outside of the bedroom. Yamamoto hopped from foot to foot quickly as she jumped her way down the stairs and into the kitchen. She held her night shirt close to herself and she greeted her dad once he was within hearing range, "Morning." Yamamoto smiled brightly at him and she could tell that today would be good, despite the mind-numbing pain of her arm.
***
Gokudera's birthday was coming up. Yamamoto was spending most of her brain power trying to figure out what to do. During class, during baseball, during anything. She had a tiny little set of gears above her head as she pondered over what she could possibly do. She didn't have much money to spend and she didn't really want to put both of them on a bus or train to get some place. She spent her lunch hours drinking milk and eating with Tsuna and Gokudera but she didn't contribute anything to their conversations. She had even asked her dad what she could do.
"Dad. What should I do for Gokudera's birthday?" Yamamoto asked, leaning on the counter, pouting only slightly.
"Why not bring her here? You two can rent a private room."
And unfortunately that was turning into her best and only option. She asked Tsuna one day while Gokudera was in the washroom and Tsuna had shrugged, averted her eyes while pleating her skirt and said, "I don't know."
Yamamoto sighed and a few days before the actual happening of the birthday Yamamoto told her father, "I think I will bring Gokudera here. How much will it cost?"
"I won't charge, buy her a nice gift."
***
"Okay Gokudera, we're going over to my place," Yamamoto told with a sloppy smile, "Just for the two of us, okay?"
"With your dad?" Gokudera asked skeptically, "Have you really thought this out?" She asked, poking Yamamoto in the breast.
Yamamoto yipped and jumped away, covering her offended breast, "Yes I have!" She said defensively, "For a long time." She pouted, then looked up at Gokudera with wide amber eyes and pouty lips, "Do you think that Yamamoto doesn't think about Gokudera all the time?"
The blush that crossed Gokudera's cheeks and the disgruntled look was worth it. Yamamoto laughed and brushed the hair out of Gokudera's eyes, "Coming?"
"Yeah, yeah," Gokudera mumbled, following behind Yamamoto when she grabbed a hold of her wrist and started pulling her along, "Better be good."
They arrived, entered, and were seated.
Gokudera flicked her lighter top back and forth and had an unlit cigarette in her mouth as she half listened to Yamamoto prattle on about something that had happened in school the previous day. Yamamoto was wearing a pair of skinny's, a pair of flats and a blue graphic tee -shirt. She had her black hair in a tiny pony tail because that was all she could manage with her hair cut and Gokudera realized she was wearing a new type of lip gloss.
Yamamoto noticed where Gokudera was looking and smiled, "It's new," She beamed, "Want some?"
"Sure."
Yamamoto put one hand on the side of Gokudera's face and caressed the girl's high cheek cheekbone with her thumb before leaning in. They nudged noses, an Eskimo kiss, before Yamamoto sealed her lips over Gokudera's. Yamamoto pressed her stomach over the side of the table as she strained to get closer to Gokudera, just for a second, and as Gokudera fumbled around with her breasts, kneading Yamamoto's nipples through her purple and green bra. Yamamoto made a tiny sound in the back of her throat and she ran her fingers through Gokudera's silky hair.
Gokudera pressed her tongue into Yamamoto's mouth and Yamamoto whimpered. Gokudera had to grin in victory and she pressed her freshly manicured fingers harder against Yamamoto's breasts. Eventually, Yamamoto's hands ventured lower down on Gokudera's body and eventually found the hem of the girl's tight white shirt. She opened her eyes quickly to find approval and when caught Gokudera's eyes she knew she had gotten it. She made a sound at the back of her throat and quickly pulled up Gokudera's shirt and pulled it right when they broke away for a split second. Yamamoto reached around to unfasten Gokudera's black lacy bra and Gokudera pulled it off and dumped it on the table. She pulled away, leaning back and smirking at Yamamoto.
The room was really cool so when Yamamoto got up and padded over to Gokudera's side of the table and sat down again, Gokudera's nipples were already pert from the temperature change. Yamamoto cupped the breasts in her hands and put her forehead against Gokudera's, "Do you want to?" She mumbled, looking down and not into Gokudera's eyes.
"Whatever, sure." Gokudera pressed, running one hand down Yamamoto's body and pulling at the hem of her shirt, "Only if you lose this too."
Yamamoto pulled back and quickly pulled off her shirt and unfastened her bra, stripping both off in record speed. She covered her stomach with her arms because it was cold and Gokudera noted this. She wrapped her arms around Yamamoto's waist and pressed their chests together just to see the surprised pink stain come onto Yamamoto's brow. Gokudera put her hand on top of Yamamoto's head and Yamamoto knew that was a sign. Gokudera lay back as Yamamoto kissed her way down Gokudera's body, stopping briefly to mouth on Gokudera's nipples.
Gokudera had her lips between her teeth so she wouldn't make a sound and attract any attention as Yamamoto pulled down her loose camo khaki's then put her mouth over top of Gokudera's panties. "They're cute." Yamamoto mumbled, fingering the strap of Gokudera's hot pink panties, "The 'No Entry' is a nice touch," She mumbled, pulling them down as she kissed her way down, "You shaved," She commented.
"You don't?" Gokudera grit out, looking down at Yamamoto who was nested between her legs comfortably. She let out a sharp gasp and a curse as Yamamoto lapped at her folds.
Yamamoto hummed and pressed her tongue into Gokudera and that was that. Gokudera tossed her head back, her eyes clenched as Yamamoto pumped in and out of her.
It ended, and Yamamoto lapped up the remains of Gokudera's orgasm. It was tart and sharp like wine and luckily Yamamoto had developed a taste for wine long before meeting Gokudera. Yamamoto sat up, licking her lips like a cat and rubbing the rest off her cheek with the back of her hand. She grabbed Gokudera's bra and put it back on the silver-haired girl who was just lying there, glaring at Yamamoto as she redressed her.
Then they heard footsteps.
Yamamoto would never now how she managed to pull on her bra, do it up, pull on her shirt, roll over to the table, and fix her hair in 5 seconds or how Gokudera managed to do up her pants and pull on her shirt in 6. By the time Yamamoto's father pulled open the door with a platter of sushi, both Yamamoto and Gokudera looked like two normal teenaged girls.
Even through the sushi platter, Yamamoto still managed to taste wine. Her arm hurt considerably less than it did before and she was on cloud 9 for the rest of the night.
Author: roxiezeke
Prompt: 49. In a Private Room of a Club/Restaurant
Wordcount: 1478
Author Notes: Genben! Both ways so that means 8059 is YURI in this one. Don't hate me. And I shall have you know I broke my keyboard in the middle of this.
***
"Dad, all I can feel is pain, help me."
Yamamoto opened her eyes.
She looked over to her side and saw Gokudera laying there, one arm tossed lazily around Yamamoto's slim waist. She smiled and looked back up at the stucco roof. Her arm hurt still. It still hurt really bad. She rubbed the tender forearm bone as she felt the sun against her skin and heard the bird's chirp out their mating calls, "Gokudera," She called cutely, "Gokudera, Gokudera, Gokude-"
"What?" Her partner withdrew her arm and looked down at Yamamoto as she pushed herself up. Gokudera looked down at Yamamoto through her sleep-clogged green eyes.
"It's a mating call, you know, like the birds." Yamamoto said with a smile, "Answer?"
Gokudera puffed out a breath of air, ignoring the fact she probably had morning breath and looked away, "No." And with that, she flopped herself down back onto the bed.
A faint throbbing set place in her arm, right where she broke it, "Okay." Yamamoto pushed herself up off the bed and put her feet down on the hardwood floor. It was cold so early in the morning but it felt good against the pads of her toes, against her calloused heel. She smiled again and got up with a stretch.
"Yamamoto," Gokudera called from the bed. She was cuddling Yamamoto's white pillow, holding it close to her chest and breathing in the scent of Yamamoto's conditioner.
"Hm?"
"Nothing," "It's a mating call,"
Yamamoto smiled down at Gokudera, even though Gokudera couldn't see it, and blew her a kiss. The hardwood was even colder outside of the bedroom. Yamamoto hopped from foot to foot quickly as she jumped her way down the stairs and into the kitchen. She held her night shirt close to herself and she greeted her dad once he was within hearing range, "Morning." Yamamoto smiled brightly at him and she could tell that today would be good, despite the mind-numbing pain of her arm.
***
Gokudera's birthday was coming up. Yamamoto was spending most of her brain power trying to figure out what to do. During class, during baseball, during anything. She had a tiny little set of gears above her head as she pondered over what she could possibly do. She didn't have much money to spend and she didn't really want to put both of them on a bus or train to get some place. She spent her lunch hours drinking milk and eating with Tsuna and Gokudera but she didn't contribute anything to their conversations. She had even asked her dad what she could do.
"Dad. What should I do for Gokudera's birthday?" Yamamoto asked, leaning on the counter, pouting only slightly.
"Why not bring her here? You two can rent a private room."
And unfortunately that was turning into her best and only option. She asked Tsuna one day while Gokudera was in the washroom and Tsuna had shrugged, averted her eyes while pleating her skirt and said, "I don't know."
Yamamoto sighed and a few days before the actual happening of the birthday Yamamoto told her father, "I think I will bring Gokudera here. How much will it cost?"
"I won't charge, buy her a nice gift."
***
"Okay Gokudera, we're going over to my place," Yamamoto told with a sloppy smile, "Just for the two of us, okay?"
"With your dad?" Gokudera asked skeptically, "Have you really thought this out?" She asked, poking Yamamoto in the breast.
Yamamoto yipped and jumped away, covering her offended breast, "Yes I have!" She said defensively, "For a long time." She pouted, then looked up at Gokudera with wide amber eyes and pouty lips, "Do you think that Yamamoto doesn't think about Gokudera all the time?"
The blush that crossed Gokudera's cheeks and the disgruntled look was worth it. Yamamoto laughed and brushed the hair out of Gokudera's eyes, "Coming?"
"Yeah, yeah," Gokudera mumbled, following behind Yamamoto when she grabbed a hold of her wrist and started pulling her along, "Better be good."
They arrived, entered, and were seated.
Gokudera flicked her lighter top back and forth and had an unlit cigarette in her mouth as she half listened to Yamamoto prattle on about something that had happened in school the previous day. Yamamoto was wearing a pair of skinny's, a pair of flats and a blue graphic tee -shirt. She had her black hair in a tiny pony tail because that was all she could manage with her hair cut and Gokudera realized she was wearing a new type of lip gloss.
Yamamoto noticed where Gokudera was looking and smiled, "It's new," She beamed, "Want some?"
"Sure."
Yamamoto put one hand on the side of Gokudera's face and caressed the girl's high cheek cheekbone with her thumb before leaning in. They nudged noses, an Eskimo kiss, before Yamamoto sealed her lips over Gokudera's. Yamamoto pressed her stomach over the side of the table as she strained to get closer to Gokudera, just for a second, and as Gokudera fumbled around with her breasts, kneading Yamamoto's nipples through her purple and green bra. Yamamoto made a tiny sound in the back of her throat and she ran her fingers through Gokudera's silky hair.
Gokudera pressed her tongue into Yamamoto's mouth and Yamamoto whimpered. Gokudera had to grin in victory and she pressed her freshly manicured fingers harder against Yamamoto's breasts. Eventually, Yamamoto's hands ventured lower down on Gokudera's body and eventually found the hem of the girl's tight white shirt. She opened her eyes quickly to find approval and when caught Gokudera's eyes she knew she had gotten it. She made a sound at the back of her throat and quickly pulled up Gokudera's shirt and pulled it right when they broke away for a split second. Yamamoto reached around to unfasten Gokudera's black lacy bra and Gokudera pulled it off and dumped it on the table. She pulled away, leaning back and smirking at Yamamoto.
The room was really cool so when Yamamoto got up and padded over to Gokudera's side of the table and sat down again, Gokudera's nipples were already pert from the temperature change. Yamamoto cupped the breasts in her hands and put her forehead against Gokudera's, "Do you want to?" She mumbled, looking down and not into Gokudera's eyes.
"Whatever, sure." Gokudera pressed, running one hand down Yamamoto's body and pulling at the hem of her shirt, "Only if you lose this too."
Yamamoto pulled back and quickly pulled off her shirt and unfastened her bra, stripping both off in record speed. She covered her stomach with her arms because it was cold and Gokudera noted this. She wrapped her arms around Yamamoto's waist and pressed their chests together just to see the surprised pink stain come onto Yamamoto's brow. Gokudera put her hand on top of Yamamoto's head and Yamamoto knew that was a sign. Gokudera lay back as Yamamoto kissed her way down Gokudera's body, stopping briefly to mouth on Gokudera's nipples.
Gokudera had her lips between her teeth so she wouldn't make a sound and attract any attention as Yamamoto pulled down her loose camo khaki's then put her mouth over top of Gokudera's panties. "They're cute." Yamamoto mumbled, fingering the strap of Gokudera's hot pink panties, "The 'No Entry' is a nice touch," She mumbled, pulling them down as she kissed her way down, "You shaved," She commented.
"You don't?" Gokudera grit out, looking down at Yamamoto who was nested between her legs comfortably. She let out a sharp gasp and a curse as Yamamoto lapped at her folds.
Yamamoto hummed and pressed her tongue into Gokudera and that was that. Gokudera tossed her head back, her eyes clenched as Yamamoto pumped in and out of her.
It ended, and Yamamoto lapped up the remains of Gokudera's orgasm. It was tart and sharp like wine and luckily Yamamoto had developed a taste for wine long before meeting Gokudera. Yamamoto sat up, licking her lips like a cat and rubbing the rest off her cheek with the back of her hand. She grabbed Gokudera's bra and put it back on the silver-haired girl who was just lying there, glaring at Yamamoto as she redressed her.
Then they heard footsteps.
Yamamoto would never now how she managed to pull on her bra, do it up, pull on her shirt, roll over to the table, and fix her hair in 5 seconds or how Gokudera managed to do up her pants and pull on her shirt in 6. By the time Yamamoto's father pulled open the door with a platter of sushi, both Yamamoto and Gokudera looked like two normal teenaged girls.
Even through the sushi platter, Yamamoto still managed to taste wine. Her arm hurt considerably less than it did before and she was on cloud 9 for the rest of the night.