Fic: Take it slow
Title: Take it slow
Pairing: 8059 (Yamamoto/Gokudera)
Warnings: Obviously yaoi
Words: 727
Notes: This my answer to the Downpour: 8059 challenge prompt 8059challenge #103: entryway to their apartment. There will be a follow up that is the answer to another challenge I claimed. Since they were so similar, I decided to link them. Look out for it! I'll prolly post it tonight or tomorrow!
The moment every box had been packed away and every housewarming guest had made their toast and stumbled out considerably less sober than when they'd arrived, Yamamoto had been on him like a magnet that had found it's pole. Shoving Gokudera against the front door and eliciting a sharp gasp that ending in that familiar keening whine as his hands groped.
The one that meant that Gokudera had been just as pent up as he had been while the family had been there but had refused to break form in front of Tsuna.
The whine that when Yamamoto palms his crotch through his jeans and bites down on his neck means that he'd been just as affected by the situation as his taller lover had been.
Because it meant that they could finally take their time if they chose to. No more quickies in school closets scared to death of being bitten, no more lies about baseball cards and mafia movies and no more kids always, always underfoot.
Gokudera hums low in the back of his throat and drags Yamamaoto's face back up to his own using his ears as leverage and plants one of those Italian Kisses on him. The ones that are slow, all fire, simmering at the base of the spine that hint at things to come if only you take it slowly, amore, fast and sloppy was for the French!
Yamamoto groans and drops his head forward when Gokudera rolls his hips up slowly into the ones against his, like he was trying to lead Yamamoto into some sort of dance as he forces their arousals together.
"You moron, you could have at least gotten to the bed first." As he tried to catch his breath and concentrate on not coming like a virgin (that thing Gokudera does with his hips again!), Yamamoto is distinctly aware of the happy flip that his heart does at that.
'The' bed. Not 'my' bed, 'your' bed, 'that futon in the base that no one really uses anyway'.
If there had been any speculation as to the nature of their relationship now, that person would have to have been mentally ill. Or Ryohei.
Because even though it was a two bedroom apartment, the second bedroom was very obviously being used as a storage and work room, which the first possessed a king-sized bed.
Yamamoto chuckled when that thought brought uo the memory of Tsuna flushing when, predictably, his Sun Guardian had made the observation that the bed was "EXTREMELY big enough for two people!"
"What's so funny?" Gokudera demanded to know. Rhetorically obviously, because in the next moment he'd somehow gotten Yamamoto's pants undone and a hand wrapped firmly around his cock, sliding his fingers along it expertly. A strangled cry was all he received in response and he smirked.
"You brought this on yourself, you insatiably horny bastard. How dare you do something like that when the Tenth is still in hearing range of the apartment? What if he'd come back, thinking something was the matter and seen you fucking molesting me like that? I should kill you where you stand."
He may have been scolding, but it might as well have been dirty talk for Yamamoto. He was too practical a person and too used to Gokudera to take any of it to heart and to listen to the words. He paid attention to the sound of his voice. That familiar rasping quality that it had taken on. The one where it sounded like Gokudera couldn't decide between moaning, panting and cursing at him and had chosen for some fucking sexy middle ground.
"Fucking moron. Sending me heated fucking looks all day. I bet you wanted to fuck me right across the dining room table, didn't you? With the whole Famiglia in the next fucking room. Make me moan and beg for you so they'd all know who I belonged to or stupid shit like that." Another one of THOSE kisses and a well time twist of his wrist sent Yamamoto coming into his hand with a sharp cry that sounding vaguely like "Hayato!"
"Baseball dumbass..." Gokudera husked before sliding out from under him. Leaving him to slump against the door as he walked backed toward the bedroom. Their bedroom. Licking his fingers clean and shedding clothes along the way. "As if they don't already fucking know..."
Pairing: 8059 (Yamamoto/Gokudera)
Warnings: Obviously yaoi
Words: 727
Notes: This my answer to the Downpour: 8059 challenge prompt 8059challenge #103: entryway to their apartment. There will be a follow up that is the answer to another challenge I claimed. Since they were so similar, I decided to link them. Look out for it! I'll prolly post it tonight or tomorrow!
The moment every box had been packed away and every housewarming guest had made their toast and stumbled out considerably less sober than when they'd arrived, Yamamoto had been on him like a magnet that had found it's pole. Shoving Gokudera against the front door and eliciting a sharp gasp that ending in that familiar keening whine as his hands groped.
The one that meant that Gokudera had been just as pent up as he had been while the family had been there but had refused to break form in front of Tsuna.
The whine that when Yamamoto palms his crotch through his jeans and bites down on his neck means that he'd been just as affected by the situation as his taller lover had been.
Because it meant that they could finally take their time if they chose to. No more quickies in school closets scared to death of being bitten, no more lies about baseball cards and mafia movies and no more kids always, always underfoot.
Gokudera hums low in the back of his throat and drags Yamamaoto's face back up to his own using his ears as leverage and plants one of those Italian Kisses on him. The ones that are slow, all fire, simmering at the base of the spine that hint at things to come if only you take it slowly, amore, fast and sloppy was for the French!
Yamamoto groans and drops his head forward when Gokudera rolls his hips up slowly into the ones against his, like he was trying to lead Yamamoto into some sort of dance as he forces their arousals together.
"You moron, you could have at least gotten to the bed first." As he tried to catch his breath and concentrate on not coming like a virgin (that thing Gokudera does with his hips again!), Yamamoto is distinctly aware of the happy flip that his heart does at that.
'The' bed. Not 'my' bed, 'your' bed, 'that futon in the base that no one really uses anyway'.
If there had been any speculation as to the nature of their relationship now, that person would have to have been mentally ill. Or Ryohei.
Because even though it was a two bedroom apartment, the second bedroom was very obviously being used as a storage and work room, which the first possessed a king-sized bed.
Yamamoto chuckled when that thought brought uo the memory of Tsuna flushing when, predictably, his Sun Guardian had made the observation that the bed was "EXTREMELY big enough for two people!"
"What's so funny?" Gokudera demanded to know. Rhetorically obviously, because in the next moment he'd somehow gotten Yamamoto's pants undone and a hand wrapped firmly around his cock, sliding his fingers along it expertly. A strangled cry was all he received in response and he smirked.
"You brought this on yourself, you insatiably horny bastard. How dare you do something like that when the Tenth is still in hearing range of the apartment? What if he'd come back, thinking something was the matter and seen you fucking molesting me like that? I should kill you where you stand."
He may have been scolding, but it might as well have been dirty talk for Yamamoto. He was too practical a person and too used to Gokudera to take any of it to heart and to listen to the words. He paid attention to the sound of his voice. That familiar rasping quality that it had taken on. The one where it sounded like Gokudera couldn't decide between moaning, panting and cursing at him and had chosen for some fucking sexy middle ground.
"Fucking moron. Sending me heated fucking looks all day. I bet you wanted to fuck me right across the dining room table, didn't you? With the whole Famiglia in the next fucking room. Make me moan and beg for you so they'd all know who I belonged to or stupid shit like that." Another one of THOSE kisses and a well time twist of his wrist sent Yamamoto coming into his hand with a sharp cry that sounding vaguely like "Hayato!"
"Baseball dumbass..." Gokudera husked before sliding out from under him. Leaving him to slump against the door as he walked backed toward the bedroom. Their bedroom. Licking his fingers clean and shedding clothes along the way. "As if they don't already fucking know..."