Fanfic: Theory (D:) vs. Practice (:D)
Title: Theory (D:) vs. Practice (:D)
Author: saying_sooth
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,215
Prompt: VI-28. Gokudera/Yamamoto - Gokudera insists on studying the theory behind sex before doing it with Yamamoto; “Now position your legs in a 45º angle to your chest”
A/N: All smilies added by Yamamoto. :D
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Yamamoto was bordering on frustrated. He was on a bed with Gokudera. Both of them only had t-shirts on. Little Yamamoto was…ready. Very ready. And Gokudera was reading a book. Yamamoto almost wanted to cry.
“Hayatoooo.”
Gokudera barely glanced up. “What.”
“We could’ve gotten two rounds in by now! Maybe even three!”
Gokudera rolled his eyes. “I want to do this right. There won’t be a second round if I don’t prepare you correctly. Don’t you care if it hurts?”
“Of course I do! I also care if we do it at all!” Yamamoto’s face turned glum. “Dad expects me back in twenty minutes.”
“Fine, okay. Let me just find that other box of condoms. Latex apparently gets degraded by the oil-based lube we bought…” Gokudera scooted off the bed and walked into his bathroom, starting to rummage through his cabinets.
Yamamoto decided to take things into his own hands. At this rate, Gokudera would take five minutes to find that other box of condoms, nine minutes to prepare him, one minute to slip on his condom…and then Yamamoto would have to leave if he wanted to get home in time. He shot a dirty look at the book Gokudera had left behind. That sneaky piece of literature was cock-blocking him, but Yamamoto was determined to get what he came here for.
He grabbed the bottle of lube, popped it open and squeezed some onto his fingers. Then, after scooting to a more comfortable position on the bed, he began to open himself up. He found out before even one finger was in that he was going to need more lube, but after a few more squirts from the bottle, he had three slippery fingers in himself. Yamamoto grinned. The angle was awkward and it felt more than a little strange to stretch himself open for Gokudera, but if he closed his eyes, he could imagine his feisty boyfriend in him, making shallow thrusts…moaning…
“Takeshi!”
Yamamoto opened his eyes and stilled his fingers with an effort, but he couldn’t stop panting. “Y-Yes?”
Gokudera didn’t look too pleased by his forward thinking, but Yamamoto could also see little Gokudera tenting up the bottom of Gokudera’s t-shirt - at least Gokudera was turned on, if not happy. Yamamoto hoped that in a few seconds, Gokudera would be both turned on and happy!
“Get those fingers out of your ass.” Gokudera growled, climbing up on the bed again.
Yamamoto obeyed. His fingers slid out slowly and stickily, accompanied by a low moan. When Yamamoto looked back at his boyfriend, he could see precum beading up the head of little Gokudera.
“Like what you see?” he asked, amused though still breathless.
“I wanted to prepare you myself, idiot.” Gokudera said with a frown. He crawled up the bed until his face was hovering over Yamamoto’s, so that the baseball player could see how ticked off he was.
Yamamoto took in Gokudera’s hooked eyebrows, narrow eyes and thin mouth, and he smiled, his eyes hooded. “You were just too slow at making your move, Hayato. Next time maybe you won’t be.”
Gokudera looked hurt and his eyes skittered away. “I was just…”
Yamamoto could feel him pulling away, emotionally if not physically. Concerned, he used his clean hand to bring Gokudera’s face down for a brief kiss. “Hey, sorry for the teasing.” He said after they broke apart. “I know you were just worried about me.”
Gokudera hit him lightly. “Who’d be worried about you, idiot.” He paused and got his tough mojo back on. “Now take off your t-shirt while I put on a condom. Wait up for me this time, or I’m sending you home.”
Yamamoto stripped gleefully before flinging himself back down on the bed. He stared up at the ceiling as crinkling came from the end of the bed and listened as Gokudera rolled on the condom. Then, he waited for the action to begin…but after a few seconds, he looked up to see why nothing was happening.
Gokudera was reading the book again.
“Hayato!” Yamamoto sat up and moved forward with the intent of destroying that book.
“What? I was just rechecking the location of the prostate.” Gokudera nervously clutched the book closer to his chest - he’d seen the death glare Yamamoto had given it. “And I also wanted to know where your legs should be. The book’s very helpful. Look, here it says, ‘Now position your legs in a 45º angle to your chest’-”
Yamamoto pushed Gokudera down on the bed and pulled the book out of his hands.
“Hey, wai-”
Yamamoto sent the book flying off the bed. “You don’t need to study so much.” He told Gokudera. “I’d be happy to help you get as much hands-on experience as you need.”
Yamamoto grasped Gokudera’s cock loosely in his hand and steadied it. Before Gokudera could muster up enough resistance to do anything but moan at the treatment, Yamamoto sank down.
Gokudera arched up involuntarily with a strangled scream, forcing his cock into Yamamoto up to the hilt. After the initial shock, Gokudera froze, afraid that he had hurt the idiot (his idiot). His hands went to grip Yamamoto’s hips, but Yamamoto pushed them away.
“Wait.” Yamamoto said, forcing himself to take slow and deep breaths. “One sec.”
It was a really weird feeling, being filled. Yamamoto could see why Gokudera had insisted on good preparation - this could’ve been really painful. He wished that he had insisted on such thorough preparation for Gokudera on their times before this - Gokudera had never complained about it, but the bomber wasn’t one to admit when he was hurting.
Yamamoto tried to put those other times out of his mind. This was his first time as bottom (although right now, he was sorta on top…:D), and his first time riding someone, but he was going to try his hardest to blow Gokudera’s mind.
Yamamoto tensed his muscles, lifted himself up and slammed back down, tearing a moan from Gokudera’s throat.
Yamamoto grinned. That wasn’t so hard. He rolled his hips again. And again. And again.
Before long, Gokudera’s moans had become a continuous string of sound and Yamamoto was amusing himself with internal descriptions of Gokudera’s face - the amazement had risen from “I see Tsuna” level to “I see God” level, which Yamamoto found pretty damn funny. Almost too soon, Gokudera arched and came.
When Gokudera stopped twitching from aftershocks, Yamamoto leaned down and kissed him.
“Mmm.” Gokudera hummed in content, eyes glazing over. Then he felt little Yamamoto still poking his thigh and drudged up a frown.
Gokudera broke the kiss and sat up, pushing Yamamoto back all the while. Gokudera’s now-limp cock slipped out in the middle of this maneuvering, but Gokudera didn’t seem to mind. He was more focused on straddling Yamamoto and pinning him down with a stare.
“You are not doing that again.” Gokudera pronounced.
“What?” Yamamoto asked innocently. “Riding? I thought you liked it, Hayato.”
“I did.” Gokudera admitted, starting to get Yamamoto off with his hand. “But I’m not letting you do all the legwork again, even if I’m technically on top. You know what I’m going to do next time?” Gokudera gave a wicked little grin. “I’m gonna push you against a wall and fuck you till you scream.”
Yamamoto thrashed and came. (:D)
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:D :D :D :D :D
Author: saying_sooth
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,215
Prompt: VI-28. Gokudera/Yamamoto - Gokudera insists on studying the theory behind sex before doing it with Yamamoto; “Now position your legs in a 45º angle to your chest”
A/N: All smilies added by Yamamoto. :D
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Yamamoto was bordering on frustrated. He was on a bed with Gokudera. Both of them only had t-shirts on. Little Yamamoto was…ready. Very ready. And Gokudera was reading a book. Yamamoto almost wanted to cry.
“Hayatoooo.”
Gokudera barely glanced up. “What.”
“We could’ve gotten two rounds in by now! Maybe even three!”
Gokudera rolled his eyes. “I want to do this right. There won’t be a second round if I don’t prepare you correctly. Don’t you care if it hurts?”
“Of course I do! I also care if we do it at all!” Yamamoto’s face turned glum. “Dad expects me back in twenty minutes.”
“Fine, okay. Let me just find that other box of condoms. Latex apparently gets degraded by the oil-based lube we bought…” Gokudera scooted off the bed and walked into his bathroom, starting to rummage through his cabinets.
Yamamoto decided to take things into his own hands. At this rate, Gokudera would take five minutes to find that other box of condoms, nine minutes to prepare him, one minute to slip on his condom…and then Yamamoto would have to leave if he wanted to get home in time. He shot a dirty look at the book Gokudera had left behind. That sneaky piece of literature was cock-blocking him, but Yamamoto was determined to get what he came here for.
He grabbed the bottle of lube, popped it open and squeezed some onto his fingers. Then, after scooting to a more comfortable position on the bed, he began to open himself up. He found out before even one finger was in that he was going to need more lube, but after a few more squirts from the bottle, he had three slippery fingers in himself. Yamamoto grinned. The angle was awkward and it felt more than a little strange to stretch himself open for Gokudera, but if he closed his eyes, he could imagine his feisty boyfriend in him, making shallow thrusts…moaning…
“Takeshi!”
Yamamoto opened his eyes and stilled his fingers with an effort, but he couldn’t stop panting. “Y-Yes?”
Gokudera didn’t look too pleased by his forward thinking, but Yamamoto could also see little Gokudera tenting up the bottom of Gokudera’s t-shirt - at least Gokudera was turned on, if not happy. Yamamoto hoped that in a few seconds, Gokudera would be both turned on and happy!
“Get those fingers out of your ass.” Gokudera growled, climbing up on the bed again.
Yamamoto obeyed. His fingers slid out slowly and stickily, accompanied by a low moan. When Yamamoto looked back at his boyfriend, he could see precum beading up the head of little Gokudera.
“Like what you see?” he asked, amused though still breathless.
“I wanted to prepare you myself, idiot.” Gokudera said with a frown. He crawled up the bed until his face was hovering over Yamamoto’s, so that the baseball player could see how ticked off he was.
Yamamoto took in Gokudera’s hooked eyebrows, narrow eyes and thin mouth, and he smiled, his eyes hooded. “You were just too slow at making your move, Hayato. Next time maybe you won’t be.”
Gokudera looked hurt and his eyes skittered away. “I was just…”
Yamamoto could feel him pulling away, emotionally if not physically. Concerned, he used his clean hand to bring Gokudera’s face down for a brief kiss. “Hey, sorry for the teasing.” He said after they broke apart. “I know you were just worried about me.”
Gokudera hit him lightly. “Who’d be worried about you, idiot.” He paused and got his tough mojo back on. “Now take off your t-shirt while I put on a condom. Wait up for me this time, or I’m sending you home.”
Yamamoto stripped gleefully before flinging himself back down on the bed. He stared up at the ceiling as crinkling came from the end of the bed and listened as Gokudera rolled on the condom. Then, he waited for the action to begin…but after a few seconds, he looked up to see why nothing was happening.
Gokudera was reading the book again.
“Hayato!” Yamamoto sat up and moved forward with the intent of destroying that book.
“What? I was just rechecking the location of the prostate.” Gokudera nervously clutched the book closer to his chest - he’d seen the death glare Yamamoto had given it. “And I also wanted to know where your legs should be. The book’s very helpful. Look, here it says, ‘Now position your legs in a 45º angle to your chest’-”
Yamamoto pushed Gokudera down on the bed and pulled the book out of his hands.
“Hey, wai-”
Yamamoto sent the book flying off the bed. “You don’t need to study so much.” He told Gokudera. “I’d be happy to help you get as much hands-on experience as you need.”
Yamamoto grasped Gokudera’s cock loosely in his hand and steadied it. Before Gokudera could muster up enough resistance to do anything but moan at the treatment, Yamamoto sank down.
Gokudera arched up involuntarily with a strangled scream, forcing his cock into Yamamoto up to the hilt. After the initial shock, Gokudera froze, afraid that he had hurt the idiot (his idiot). His hands went to grip Yamamoto’s hips, but Yamamoto pushed them away.
“Wait.” Yamamoto said, forcing himself to take slow and deep breaths. “One sec.”
It was a really weird feeling, being filled. Yamamoto could see why Gokudera had insisted on good preparation - this could’ve been really painful. He wished that he had insisted on such thorough preparation for Gokudera on their times before this - Gokudera had never complained about it, but the bomber wasn’t one to admit when he was hurting.
Yamamoto tried to put those other times out of his mind. This was his first time as bottom (although right now, he was sorta on top…:D), and his first time riding someone, but he was going to try his hardest to blow Gokudera’s mind.
Yamamoto tensed his muscles, lifted himself up and slammed back down, tearing a moan from Gokudera’s throat.
Yamamoto grinned. That wasn’t so hard. He rolled his hips again. And again. And again.
Before long, Gokudera’s moans had become a continuous string of sound and Yamamoto was amusing himself with internal descriptions of Gokudera’s face - the amazement had risen from “I see Tsuna” level to “I see God” level, which Yamamoto found pretty damn funny. Almost too soon, Gokudera arched and came.
When Gokudera stopped twitching from aftershocks, Yamamoto leaned down and kissed him.
“Mmm.” Gokudera hummed in content, eyes glazing over. Then he felt little Yamamoto still poking his thigh and drudged up a frown.
Gokudera broke the kiss and sat up, pushing Yamamoto back all the while. Gokudera’s now-limp cock slipped out in the middle of this maneuvering, but Gokudera didn’t seem to mind. He was more focused on straddling Yamamoto and pinning him down with a stare.
“You are not doing that again.” Gokudera pronounced.
“What?” Yamamoto asked innocently. “Riding? I thought you liked it, Hayato.”
“I did.” Gokudera admitted, starting to get Yamamoto off with his hand. “But I’m not letting you do all the legwork again, even if I’m technically on top. You know what I’m going to do next time?” Gokudera gave a wicked little grin. “I’m gonna push you against a wall and fuck you till you scream.”
Yamamoto thrashed and came. (:D)
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:D :D :D :D :D