2. On the Floor
Title: 4-Point Game (explicit)
Author: roxiezeke
Prompt: 2: On the Floor
Wordcount: 1662
Notes: I am so burnt out I may cry. I don't even know how I got this one out. This is my seventh one written for you guys. I must really love you! <3
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Hit
Seduction was a little more beautiful than love. Yamamoto cocked his head to one side as he watched Gokudera rest his eyes while reading. He had a pair of reading glasses on the bridge of his nose and he was leaning on his hand with such an angle that his neck was stretched out and the pale skin seemed luminescent. Yamamoto blinked a few times and crossed his bed, putting one hand on top of Superman's face and the other on some distant planet and sniffed up the line of Gokudera's neck, "You even smell nice after a day in the heat," Yamamoto gaped, his mouth falling open.
Gokudera just opened one eye and peered at Yamamoto and smiled. The smile was so heartbreaking and raw that Yamamoto had to put a hand over his own heart because it suddenly hurt, "You don't," Gokudera drawled, opening his other eye and looking back down at the text in his lap, "Go shower." Gokudera had his high school uniform shirt open, baring the black under-shirt he had on and he had taken off a few of his belts just because. It was pure dumb luck they all had gotten accepted into the same high school after graduating from Nami-fucking-middle but Gokudera didn't know why he had to get partnered up with this dumb asshole all the time. (Ignoring the fact they shared more classes than he and Tenth did.)
Yamamoto lifted up his arm and sniffed. He made a pouty face and turned back to Gokudera, "No I don’t."
"Yes you do. Go shower."
First Base
Yamamoto stepped out of the shower with a pair of loose sweat pants around his waist and he was toweling off his hair. He had a few scars on his torso but he didn't mind. They made great stories when in the locker room. It was all just a game after all, he saw no harm in telling everyone how he split open his side and how he had to hold his intestines inside his body for a while and he could go on and on. They made great stories, but how Gokudera looked up from the book and gazed over the scars with such a pained look made him feel a little more ashamed, "What'cha reading?" He asked because he didn't want to bring up the look in Gokudera's icy eyes.
"Something. You wouldn't understand it," Gokudera waved off, looking back down at his book.
Another pout was set onto Yamamoto's lips, "I would understand if you explained," He grit out, sitting beside Gokudera, tossing his towel somewhere in the general direction of the laundry hamper.
Gokudera looked up and took off his glasses, hanging them off his shirt before yanking Yamamoto down for a kiss, "Fucking dumbass," he ground out over Yamamoto's lips and pried them open with his own.
It was one of the most jarring first kisses he'd ever shared with anyone, but Gokudera was a naturally jarring person. Yamamoto felt Gokudera tug at the strands of his hair and scratch down his back and he didn't feel but at the exact same time he did feel as Gokudera brushed down one of his longer and more painful scars. Yamamoto laughed, swatting away Gokudera's hands.
He got the Italian hardcover book he'd been so interested in over the head for his laughter.
Second Base
Gokudera took off his shirt painfully slow. Yamamoto sat there, his eyes wide and a wide smile plastered onto his face. It reminded Gokudera of a dog. And he hated dogs. They always took so much attention and Gokudera didn't want to give anything that wanted attention any attention at all. But eventually Gokudera had his glasses on Yamamoto's bedside table and both of his shirts were gone and his tie was placed around both of their necks as Yamamoto advanced. He still had the puppy-dog look in his eyes, hopeful and endearing and Gokudera scowled.
"Gokudera is so cruel," Yamamoto mused as he kissed a path down Gokudera's neck, "And you smell good."
"Stop repeating yourself," Gokudera ordered, bruising some of Yamamoto's ribs. Yamamoto just laughed and nibbled on one of Gokudera's nipples for a while, his hands scoping out Gokudera's body. Gokudera had already remembered Yamamoto's torso. Yamamoto was just a slow fucking learner. "And go faster."
Yamamoto laughed again and started to undo Gokudera's pants, looking down because he had to see the buttons to get them undone. Once it was undone he unzipped the zipper and pulled the pants down as far as his arms could reach, which happened to be around Gokudera's thighs, "Well, take them completely off."
Third Base
Yamamoto rocked back onto his heels and pulled off Gokudera's pants, dumping them unceremoniously on the floor next to Gokudera's book. Yamamoto licked his lips and looked back up at Gokudera, who was looking down at Yamamoto as if daring the kid to go father. It was in the cockily lifted eyebrow and the menacing glare. Yamamoto swallowed and hooked his fingers around Gokudera's boxers, "Uhm, Gokudera, do you-"
"Yes I do now do it," Gokudera spat out, leaning up and yanking on the lobes of Yamamoto's ears, pulling him in for another quick kiss, "Dumbass," He released Yamamoto's ears and let the kid go as he leaned back again.
"Are you really sure?" Yamamoto asked and the kick he got that sent him off the bed and onto the floor told him that, yes, Gokudera was very sure.
Gokudera clambered off the bed after Yamamoto and straddled the boy's hips, "God," He grumbled, unfastening Yamamoto's drawstring pants and loosening the knot, "I hate doing your work."
There was another pout and Yamamoto was about to reply with something like how he wasn't a slacker but then Gokudera pulled down his pants and bared him fully. Now Yamamoto wasn't body shy. He had to share a locker room and a shower room, he was anything but body shy but this struck something different inside of him. Maybe being bared in front of his crush of many, many long years was the different thing but it didn't matter because Yamamoto blushed and moved to hide himself.
Gokudera was faster, though, and swatted away the boy's hands and leaned down, kissing the head of Yamamoto's cock and looking up into Yamamoto's wide amber eyes, "Slacker," He snarled before pulling Yamamoto into his mouth.
After a while Yamamoto was having an extremely hard time holding his head up and he never had known Gokudera was so talented with his mouth. Gokudera was lathering his cock with tounge and Yamamoto was rattling on about exactly how he felt, "Gokudera, you're really talented aren't you?" He asked, before laughing, "Nah, you've always been talented. If just didn't think you'd be talented in everything but I should have known Gokudera would be good in everything because you're just like that, right?" Yamamoto laughed again and arched his hips a tiny bit as Gokudera pulled at his pubic hair in frustration, "But you're still Gokudera even while giving me head!"
Gokudera pulled back and rammed his forearm against Yamamoto's already bruised ribs, "Don't you ever shut up?" He asked and Yamamoto blinked at him then smiled. It wasn't a gaudy smile like he usually had or his Don't-worry-I'll-be-fine-it's-just-a-game-right? smile. It was a tiny little loving smile and he kissed Gokudera's cheek bone, then kissed his path back down to Gokudera's lips.
He murmured, "Not really, not around people I like."
Homerun
Gokudera had really nice smelling body lotion. Maybe it was that reason why he smelt good all the time. But it didn't stop Yamamoto from spreading Gokudera open with his fingers, scissoring and stretching the boy on his lap until Gokudera was about to break. But even at breaking point Gokudera remained Gokudera and would curse at him, telling him to stop being so fucking careful and to fuck him already. Yamamoto laughed it off and slathered himself with more of Gokudera's lotion before gently positioning himself. He kissed Gokudera's chin, then neck, "Alright?" He asked, finding a comfortable position for his mouth at the crook of Gokudera's neck.
Gokudera hissed and pushed himself down forcefully going hilt-deep.
Half of him did it to see Yamamoto's whoa-I-think-I-saw-God face and half because he'd been holding out for so long and after so many nights spent masturbating to having Yamamoto curled over him doggy style or any other style, that a hardwood floor and muscled thighs would do just fine to satisfy his fantasies. Gokudera sunk his teeth into Yamamoto's shoulder and locked his arms around the boy's neck and he started to move.
He felt his own thigh and calf muscles bunch as he hefted himself up and sunk back down on Yamamoto's cock but he didn't mind the extra work because he was always doing extra work for Yamamoto. He would have to be a fucking idiot to think sex would be anything different.
"Jesus, Gokudera, you sure know what you want," Yamamoto laughed, his hands locked on the boys thin hips, "I should think so, though, you are always really determined to get what you want. Especially when Tsuna's involved. Hey, don't give me that look, it's cool, you know. Tsuna's a cool guy. But holy crap Gokudera that was mind blowing. I never took you to be someone who couldn't stay still but looking back you totally never stay still, do you?" Yamamoto asked against Gokudera's lips, following them as Gokudera moved up and down on Yamamoto's lap. Gokudera had his eyes open and he was thinking of a few different ways to break the damn kids vocal box until Yamamoto made a moaning sound and breathed out, "Okay, shit, that felt really good."
Gokudera could get used to that sound. So even though Yamamoto chattered endlessly even through orgasm, he let Yamamoto kept his voice because it was really pretty when he just shut his mouth and moaned.
Author: roxiezeke
Prompt: 2: On the Floor
Wordcount: 1662
Notes: I am so burnt out I may cry. I don't even know how I got this one out. This is my seventh one written for you guys. I must really love you! <3
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Hit
Seduction was a little more beautiful than love. Yamamoto cocked his head to one side as he watched Gokudera rest his eyes while reading. He had a pair of reading glasses on the bridge of his nose and he was leaning on his hand with such an angle that his neck was stretched out and the pale skin seemed luminescent. Yamamoto blinked a few times and crossed his bed, putting one hand on top of Superman's face and the other on some distant planet and sniffed up the line of Gokudera's neck, "You even smell nice after a day in the heat," Yamamoto gaped, his mouth falling open.
Gokudera just opened one eye and peered at Yamamoto and smiled. The smile was so heartbreaking and raw that Yamamoto had to put a hand over his own heart because it suddenly hurt, "You don't," Gokudera drawled, opening his other eye and looking back down at the text in his lap, "Go shower." Gokudera had his high school uniform shirt open, baring the black under-shirt he had on and he had taken off a few of his belts just because. It was pure dumb luck they all had gotten accepted into the same high school after graduating from Nami-fucking-middle but Gokudera didn't know why he had to get partnered up with this dumb asshole all the time. (Ignoring the fact they shared more classes than he and Tenth did.)
Yamamoto lifted up his arm and sniffed. He made a pouty face and turned back to Gokudera, "No I don’t."
"Yes you do. Go shower."
First Base
Yamamoto stepped out of the shower with a pair of loose sweat pants around his waist and he was toweling off his hair. He had a few scars on his torso but he didn't mind. They made great stories when in the locker room. It was all just a game after all, he saw no harm in telling everyone how he split open his side and how he had to hold his intestines inside his body for a while and he could go on and on. They made great stories, but how Gokudera looked up from the book and gazed over the scars with such a pained look made him feel a little more ashamed, "What'cha reading?" He asked because he didn't want to bring up the look in Gokudera's icy eyes.
"Something. You wouldn't understand it," Gokudera waved off, looking back down at his book.
Another pout was set onto Yamamoto's lips, "I would understand if you explained," He grit out, sitting beside Gokudera, tossing his towel somewhere in the general direction of the laundry hamper.
Gokudera looked up and took off his glasses, hanging them off his shirt before yanking Yamamoto down for a kiss, "Fucking dumbass," he ground out over Yamamoto's lips and pried them open with his own.
It was one of the most jarring first kisses he'd ever shared with anyone, but Gokudera was a naturally jarring person. Yamamoto felt Gokudera tug at the strands of his hair and scratch down his back and he didn't feel but at the exact same time he did feel as Gokudera brushed down one of his longer and more painful scars. Yamamoto laughed, swatting away Gokudera's hands.
He got the Italian hardcover book he'd been so interested in over the head for his laughter.
Second Base
Gokudera took off his shirt painfully slow. Yamamoto sat there, his eyes wide and a wide smile plastered onto his face. It reminded Gokudera of a dog. And he hated dogs. They always took so much attention and Gokudera didn't want to give anything that wanted attention any attention at all. But eventually Gokudera had his glasses on Yamamoto's bedside table and both of his shirts were gone and his tie was placed around both of their necks as Yamamoto advanced. He still had the puppy-dog look in his eyes, hopeful and endearing and Gokudera scowled.
"Gokudera is so cruel," Yamamoto mused as he kissed a path down Gokudera's neck, "And you smell good."
"Stop repeating yourself," Gokudera ordered, bruising some of Yamamoto's ribs. Yamamoto just laughed and nibbled on one of Gokudera's nipples for a while, his hands scoping out Gokudera's body. Gokudera had already remembered Yamamoto's torso. Yamamoto was just a slow fucking learner. "And go faster."
Yamamoto laughed again and started to undo Gokudera's pants, looking down because he had to see the buttons to get them undone. Once it was undone he unzipped the zipper and pulled the pants down as far as his arms could reach, which happened to be around Gokudera's thighs, "Well, take them completely off."
Third Base
Yamamoto rocked back onto his heels and pulled off Gokudera's pants, dumping them unceremoniously on the floor next to Gokudera's book. Yamamoto licked his lips and looked back up at Gokudera, who was looking down at Yamamoto as if daring the kid to go father. It was in the cockily lifted eyebrow and the menacing glare. Yamamoto swallowed and hooked his fingers around Gokudera's boxers, "Uhm, Gokudera, do you-"
"Yes I do now do it," Gokudera spat out, leaning up and yanking on the lobes of Yamamoto's ears, pulling him in for another quick kiss, "Dumbass," He released Yamamoto's ears and let the kid go as he leaned back again.
"Are you really sure?" Yamamoto asked and the kick he got that sent him off the bed and onto the floor told him that, yes, Gokudera was very sure.
Gokudera clambered off the bed after Yamamoto and straddled the boy's hips, "God," He grumbled, unfastening Yamamoto's drawstring pants and loosening the knot, "I hate doing your work."
There was another pout and Yamamoto was about to reply with something like how he wasn't a slacker but then Gokudera pulled down his pants and bared him fully. Now Yamamoto wasn't body shy. He had to share a locker room and a shower room, he was anything but body shy but this struck something different inside of him. Maybe being bared in front of his crush of many, many long years was the different thing but it didn't matter because Yamamoto blushed and moved to hide himself.
Gokudera was faster, though, and swatted away the boy's hands and leaned down, kissing the head of Yamamoto's cock and looking up into Yamamoto's wide amber eyes, "Slacker," He snarled before pulling Yamamoto into his mouth.
After a while Yamamoto was having an extremely hard time holding his head up and he never had known Gokudera was so talented with his mouth. Gokudera was lathering his cock with tounge and Yamamoto was rattling on about exactly how he felt, "Gokudera, you're really talented aren't you?" He asked, before laughing, "Nah, you've always been talented. If just didn't think you'd be talented in everything but I should have known Gokudera would be good in everything because you're just like that, right?" Yamamoto laughed again and arched his hips a tiny bit as Gokudera pulled at his pubic hair in frustration, "But you're still Gokudera even while giving me head!"
Gokudera pulled back and rammed his forearm against Yamamoto's already bruised ribs, "Don't you ever shut up?" He asked and Yamamoto blinked at him then smiled. It wasn't a gaudy smile like he usually had or his Don't-worry-I'll-be-fine-it's-just-a-game-right? smile. It was a tiny little loving smile and he kissed Gokudera's cheek bone, then kissed his path back down to Gokudera's lips.
He murmured, "Not really, not around people I like."
Homerun
Gokudera had really nice smelling body lotion. Maybe it was that reason why he smelt good all the time. But it didn't stop Yamamoto from spreading Gokudera open with his fingers, scissoring and stretching the boy on his lap until Gokudera was about to break. But even at breaking point Gokudera remained Gokudera and would curse at him, telling him to stop being so fucking careful and to fuck him already. Yamamoto laughed it off and slathered himself with more of Gokudera's lotion before gently positioning himself. He kissed Gokudera's chin, then neck, "Alright?" He asked, finding a comfortable position for his mouth at the crook of Gokudera's neck.
Gokudera hissed and pushed himself down forcefully going hilt-deep.
Half of him did it to see Yamamoto's whoa-I-think-I-saw-God face and half because he'd been holding out for so long and after so many nights spent masturbating to having Yamamoto curled over him doggy style or any other style, that a hardwood floor and muscled thighs would do just fine to satisfy his fantasies. Gokudera sunk his teeth into Yamamoto's shoulder and locked his arms around the boy's neck and he started to move.
He felt his own thigh and calf muscles bunch as he hefted himself up and sunk back down on Yamamoto's cock but he didn't mind the extra work because he was always doing extra work for Yamamoto. He would have to be a fucking idiot to think sex would be anything different.
"Jesus, Gokudera, you sure know what you want," Yamamoto laughed, his hands locked on the boys thin hips, "I should think so, though, you are always really determined to get what you want. Especially when Tsuna's involved. Hey, don't give me that look, it's cool, you know. Tsuna's a cool guy. But holy crap Gokudera that was mind blowing. I never took you to be someone who couldn't stay still but looking back you totally never stay still, do you?" Yamamoto asked against Gokudera's lips, following them as Gokudera moved up and down on Yamamoto's lap. Gokudera had his eyes open and he was thinking of a few different ways to break the damn kids vocal box until Yamamoto made a moaning sound and breathed out, "Okay, shit, that felt really good."
Gokudera could get used to that sound. So even though Yamamoto chattered endlessly even through orgasm, he let Yamamoto kept his voice because it was really pretty when he just shut his mouth and moaned.