Why can I only write porn now?
O-okay, it's kinda random, but I'm done. For hanashiki~ ♥
Wordcount: 564
Gokudera shifted, a look of vague discomfort on his face, and Yamamoto watched as he pressed a finger into himself. His breath caught and the bottom of his stomach dropped out, desire slamming into him as he watched his own come trail down the inside of a white thigh. The tiny stream got thicker as Gokudera probed deeper, and he bit his lip hard to keep from just tackling the other boy and fucking him again as it split of into two smaller rivulets, continuing their journey down Gokudera's leg. Gokudera squirmed a bit as he pushed in even deeper, back arching down as the charming furrow between his brows became more pronounced, and finally he couldn't take it any more, grabbing Gokudera's hips firmly and pulling them back towards him, ignoring the half-hearted protests.
He pressed a kiss into Gokudera's shoulder, laughing softly when Gokudera grumbled (Fucking sentimental baseball idiots.), and pulled his back flush to his chest, reaching around to fist the Italian as he marched a line of kisses across his shoulder and started down his arm. Gokudera could probably feel his cock, already throbbing and up for a second round, pressing into his back, but he only made a few tired discontented sounds when Yamamoto pushed him forward again to lean over the arm of the couch. He did snarl when his head bumped the floor lightly, but he stopped digging his fingernails into Yamamoto when he apologized (Hahaha, sorry, sorry, are you okay?), and only kicked Yamamoto once when he hooked his leg over the back of the couch.
Yamamoto held his hips down, breath coming fast now at the sight of Gokudera opened up for him. Without hesitation he lined his cock up, the swollen head pressing against Gokudera's stretched opening, and shoved into the blissful heat, feeling muscles contract around him and pull him in deeper even as Gokudera let out a grunt of pain. Yamamoto whispered out another apology (It's okay, right? Sorry, does it still ache from earlier?), before rocking his hips back and driving into Gokudera once more, shuddering at the feel of him around his cock and murmuring breathless compliments into the boy's leg that Gokudera would probably kill him for later (A-Ah, you're so tight, Gokudera; you're amazing--).
Gokudera gasped at each slam against his prostate, and Yamamoto could feel his cock dripping precome onto the couch when he reached around to jerk him off again. He pressed more of his weight onto Gokudera's hips, holding him down as he thrust harder, watching Gokudera's legs spasm involuntarily each time he hit the boy's prostate. He tugged at Gokudera's cock, wanting to feel him clench desperately around him before he came, and angled his thrusts deeper until he heard the fabric of the couch rip as Gokudera's fingernails scrabbled for purchase. It didn't take much longer for Gokudera to moan, body going rigid under him as he came; the feel of Gokudera's walls clamping down on him pushed Yamamoto over the edge as well, and release rushed through him, along with satisfaction at the feel of his own come surrounding the cock still buried deep within Gokudera and filling the other boy so completely.
He pulled out, panting but content, and let a grin spread across his face as he watched another trail of come squeeze it's way out of Gokudera's ass.
Wordcount: 564
Gokudera shifted, a look of vague discomfort on his face, and Yamamoto watched as he pressed a finger into himself. His breath caught and the bottom of his stomach dropped out, desire slamming into him as he watched his own come trail down the inside of a white thigh. The tiny stream got thicker as Gokudera probed deeper, and he bit his lip hard to keep from just tackling the other boy and fucking him again as it split of into two smaller rivulets, continuing their journey down Gokudera's leg. Gokudera squirmed a bit as he pushed in even deeper, back arching down as the charming furrow between his brows became more pronounced, and finally he couldn't take it any more, grabbing Gokudera's hips firmly and pulling them back towards him, ignoring the half-hearted protests.
He pressed a kiss into Gokudera's shoulder, laughing softly when Gokudera grumbled (Fucking sentimental baseball idiots.), and pulled his back flush to his chest, reaching around to fist the Italian as he marched a line of kisses across his shoulder and started down his arm. Gokudera could probably feel his cock, already throbbing and up for a second round, pressing into his back, but he only made a few tired discontented sounds when Yamamoto pushed him forward again to lean over the arm of the couch. He did snarl when his head bumped the floor lightly, but he stopped digging his fingernails into Yamamoto when he apologized (Hahaha, sorry, sorry, are you okay?), and only kicked Yamamoto once when he hooked his leg over the back of the couch.
Yamamoto held his hips down, breath coming fast now at the sight of Gokudera opened up for him. Without hesitation he lined his cock up, the swollen head pressing against Gokudera's stretched opening, and shoved into the blissful heat, feeling muscles contract around him and pull him in deeper even as Gokudera let out a grunt of pain. Yamamoto whispered out another apology (It's okay, right? Sorry, does it still ache from earlier?), before rocking his hips back and driving into Gokudera once more, shuddering at the feel of him around his cock and murmuring breathless compliments into the boy's leg that Gokudera would probably kill him for later (A-Ah, you're so tight, Gokudera; you're amazing--).
Gokudera gasped at each slam against his prostate, and Yamamoto could feel his cock dripping precome onto the couch when he reached around to jerk him off again. He pressed more of his weight onto Gokudera's hips, holding him down as he thrust harder, watching Gokudera's legs spasm involuntarily each time he hit the boy's prostate. He tugged at Gokudera's cock, wanting to feel him clench desperately around him before he came, and angled his thrusts deeper until he heard the fabric of the couch rip as Gokudera's fingernails scrabbled for purchase. It didn't take much longer for Gokudera to moan, body going rigid under him as he came; the feel of Gokudera's walls clamping down on him pushed Yamamoto over the edge as well, and release rushed through him, along with satisfaction at the feel of his own come surrounding the cock still buried deep within Gokudera and filling the other boy so completely.
He pulled out, panting but content, and let a grin spread across his face as he watched another trail of come squeeze it's way out of Gokudera's ass.