Never Wear Tight Jeans
Title: Never Wear Tight Jeans
Author: shiningdrop
Characters/Pairings: Yamamoto x Tsuna
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Yaoi. Characters by Amano Akira.
Summary/Kink: Yamamoto and Tsuna do some frottage against a wall.
Tsuna buried his red face under Yamamoto's writhing shirt. The cloths between their bodies wrinkled around each other as the baseball player pinned the brown-haired boy on the wall. A gasp escapes from Tsuna's mouth as a knee brushed across the aching bulge in his pants.
"I shouldn't have worn jeans today..."
A playful giggle broke Yamamoto's stream of tender moan's that contributed to Tsuna's uncomfortable predicament. Perhaps the fact that they were also daring the universe by rubbing one another in the nearest alley made the boy excited and nervous at the same time. It helps that he convinced Takeshi to just keep his shirt on this once- it would be less risky if someone somehow wanders in to their secret domain.
"Haha, Tsuna, why do you like wearing tight jeans?"
"I-it wasn't tight this morning," Tsuna gasped as he buried his blushing face even deeper. The heat on his face continued as Yamamoto returned to his groans as he began nibbling Tsuna's ear.
His legs felt like they would give in any moment as he slammed his back against the cold wall. Lucky for him, Takeshi's eager knee gave him support as he felt hips connect. Stains of sweat smeared across the surface as two excited bodies rubbed against one another, letting sheer pleasure take control.
There was something more exciting than not seeing what is underneath as Tsuna let out a small moan, feeling Yamamoto's hardness against his. It was like those hips had a mind of its own, tackling and rubbing against the breathy boy, slowly driving him to the edge. He desperately tried to force his eyes open to see Yamamato's needy face break into gasps of air and goofy smiles.
"Can you feel how much I want you?" Takeshi hissed against Tsuna's neck. Between the long arms snaking under the boy's cotton shirt and the hard sensation prodding against his aching balls- it was safe to say he felt him alright.
Tsuna couldn't help but claw at Yamamoto's back as the thrusting and rubbing kicked up a notch. It was getting harder to keep in balance- all he wanted to do was give in and let Yamamoto feed on him like a hungry wolf. The way those arms moved in between his, the way those hips ground on his small frame, the way his knee put pressure on his inner thigh, the way his breath felt on his skin- he just wanted Yamamoto to rip the clothes out of him and do it.
"Ahhh...Yamamoto!!!"
Alas, not this time. His head moved back as he leaned against the wall, panting as his legs were giving way. Tsuna's blush grew more intense as he looked down on his pants, staring at the growing wet stain in between his legs. Yamamoto only nibbled away on his neck, his arm keeping Tsuna from falling to the ground as he smiled.
"Looks like we both need a change a change of pants," he laughed as he revealed his embarrassing mess as to not let Tsuna feel humiliated. As if he was on his own home, Takeshi even stretched his pants to look down and inspect himself, confirming with a goofy laugh to match his goofy smile.
"Wanna see?"
Author: shiningdrop
Characters/Pairings: Yamamoto x Tsuna
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Yaoi. Characters by Amano Akira.
Summary/Kink: Yamamoto and Tsuna do some frottage against a wall.
Tsuna buried his red face under Yamamoto's writhing shirt. The cloths between their bodies wrinkled around each other as the baseball player pinned the brown-haired boy on the wall. A gasp escapes from Tsuna's mouth as a knee brushed across the aching bulge in his pants.
"I shouldn't have worn jeans today..."
A playful giggle broke Yamamoto's stream of tender moan's that contributed to Tsuna's uncomfortable predicament. Perhaps the fact that they were also daring the universe by rubbing one another in the nearest alley made the boy excited and nervous at the same time. It helps that he convinced Takeshi to just keep his shirt on this once- it would be less risky if someone somehow wanders in to their secret domain.
"Haha, Tsuna, why do you like wearing tight jeans?"
"I-it wasn't tight this morning," Tsuna gasped as he buried his blushing face even deeper. The heat on his face continued as Yamamoto returned to his groans as he began nibbling Tsuna's ear.
His legs felt like they would give in any moment as he slammed his back against the cold wall. Lucky for him, Takeshi's eager knee gave him support as he felt hips connect. Stains of sweat smeared across the surface as two excited bodies rubbed against one another, letting sheer pleasure take control.
There was something more exciting than not seeing what is underneath as Tsuna let out a small moan, feeling Yamamoto's hardness against his. It was like those hips had a mind of its own, tackling and rubbing against the breathy boy, slowly driving him to the edge. He desperately tried to force his eyes open to see Yamamato's needy face break into gasps of air and goofy smiles.
"Can you feel how much I want you?" Takeshi hissed against Tsuna's neck. Between the long arms snaking under the boy's cotton shirt and the hard sensation prodding against his aching balls- it was safe to say he felt him alright.
Tsuna couldn't help but claw at Yamamoto's back as the thrusting and rubbing kicked up a notch. It was getting harder to keep in balance- all he wanted to do was give in and let Yamamoto feed on him like a hungry wolf. The way those arms moved in between his, the way those hips ground on his small frame, the way his knee put pressure on his inner thigh, the way his breath felt on his skin- he just wanted Yamamoto to rip the clothes out of him and do it.
"Ahhh...Yamamoto!!!"
Alas, not this time. His head moved back as he leaned against the wall, panting as his legs were giving way. Tsuna's blush grew more intense as he looked down on his pants, staring at the growing wet stain in between his legs. Yamamoto only nibbled away on his neck, his arm keeping Tsuna from falling to the ground as he smiled.
"Looks like we both need a change a change of pants," he laughed as he revealed his embarrassing mess as to not let Tsuna feel humiliated. As if he was on his own home, Takeshi even stretched his pants to look down and inspect himself, confirming with a goofy laugh to match his goofy smile.
"Wanna see?"