[Yamamoto could tell him, he needs Gokudera, the one right in front of him in a way he has never needed anyone else. They are family, they are friends but in their time here, Yamamoto has come to see Gokudera as so much more than that. He helps him every day by simply being, needing Yamamoto, wanting Yamamoto with him.
He knows Gokudera wants to be there, he also knows from this moment forward, no matter what it is, the good, the bad, the ugly he will tell Gokudera because he can not do what comes next without committing all of himself to the bomber. He is not a young man capable of anything casual. He invests, he gives everything he has. He also knows, this is the one person in all his world that he let the smile go for, that he can let see him open, raw and without beaming we can do this smile. That can see even he, for all his skill has doubts that sink into his soul.
But the thought, that Gokudera needs him, wants him, it's a purpose in and of itself and helps him focus.
Everything he has now he will give to making this place home, making this work so that he and Gokudera can be together here in peace. Tsuna would be happy, he would also be worried that this part of Yamamoto is showing itself again. Except, it's not Tsuna that Yamamoto wants now, it's not Tsuna Yamamoto's needs now. So yes, that makes him happy but he needs to know something else. It's not Tsuna who is his most important. He needs the other young man's happiness more than his own, more than Tsuna's, more than anyone. He needs this Gokudera, the one in front of him, who has been through all he has, he needs to be the one to make him happy or help him find happiness.] Are you?
[Happy, here with him, this close. So close and when those eyes meet his Yamamoto feels them surge through him. He wants so much for Gokudera to do that, to come up like the wave, to touch him, to kiss him. He figured that part out faster than some may think, it's just he meant to find the gift he was looking for and tell him properly. Yet, how can, every day, every time Gokudera worries that lip the swordsman finds himself aching to know what they feel like against his own.
There was a part of him that was uncertain the bomber would even want this and then. Yes, is all it takes. He hopes, prays, needs Gokudera's, yes to mean what he thinks it does. The pad of his thumb softly traces from lip to chin. His heart is torn between racing out of his chest and stopping altogether. Please, don't let him screw this up. He has never done this but his instincts, they should serve him, right? There is no need to tilt Gokudera's chin, he is already tilted, already looking at Yamamoto, piercing into him, making him believe, making him want. His wound scabbed or otherwise is a distant memory, what is not gone is the touch, ever aware of Gokudera's hands, that they have been on his skin enthralls him, in truth, he wants to feel them again but first.
He does not close his eyes at first as he moves forward allowing his emotions, serious, full of everything he has kept to himself so that he did not force his feelings on Gokudera to swim there. He tries to say it all with that look I want you, I need you, please, be here, with me and I will be at your side always definitely, not a casual young man.
Then it's all lost, his head makes those last few inches, his lips touch to Gokudera's and he feels it from his lips to his toes. He closes his eyes then, breathing in the moment. He is soft, he is gentle, it is his first kiss after all and he can not imagine it with anyone else. First, second, third or last, he wants them to be with Gokudera.]
/lays my heart here, leaves it /dead, they killed me, these two
He knows Gokudera wants to be there, he also knows from this moment forward, no matter what it is, the good, the bad, the ugly he will tell Gokudera because he can not do what comes next without committing all of himself to the bomber. He is not a young man capable of anything casual. He invests, he gives everything he has. He also knows, this is the one person in all his world that he let the smile go for, that he can let see him open, raw and without beaming we can do this smile. That can see even he, for all his skill has doubts that sink into his soul.
But the thought, that Gokudera needs him, wants him, it's a purpose in and of itself and helps him focus.
Everything he has now he will give to making this place home, making this work so that he and Gokudera can be together here in peace. Tsuna would be happy, he would also be worried that this part of Yamamoto is showing itself again. Except, it's not Tsuna that Yamamoto wants now, it's not Tsuna Yamamoto's needs now. So yes, that makes him happy but he needs to know something else. It's not Tsuna who is his most important. He needs the other young man's happiness more than his own, more than Tsuna's, more than anyone. He needs this Gokudera, the one in front of him, who has been through all he has, he needs to be the one to make him happy or help him find happiness.] Are you?
[Happy, here with him, this close. So close and when those eyes meet his Yamamoto feels them surge through him. He wants so much for Gokudera to do that, to come up like the wave, to touch him, to kiss him. He figured that part out faster than some may think, it's just he meant to find the gift he was looking for and tell him properly. Yet, how can, every day, every time Gokudera worries that lip the swordsman finds himself aching to know what they feel like against his own.
There was a part of him that was uncertain the bomber would even want this and then. Yes, is all it takes. He hopes, prays, needs Gokudera's, yes to mean what he thinks it does. The pad of his thumb softly traces from lip to chin. His heart is torn between racing out of his chest and stopping altogether. Please, don't let him screw this up. He has never done this but his instincts, they should serve him, right? There is no need to tilt Gokudera's chin, he is already tilted, already looking at Yamamoto, piercing into him, making him believe, making him want. His wound scabbed or otherwise is a distant memory, what is not gone is the touch, ever aware of Gokudera's hands, that they have been on his skin enthralls him, in truth, he wants to feel them again but first.
He does not close his eyes at first as he moves forward allowing his emotions, serious, full of everything he has kept to himself so that he did not force his feelings on Gokudera to swim there. He tries to say it all with that look I want you, I need you, please, be here, with me and I will be at your side always definitely, not a casual young man.
Then it's all lost, his head makes those last few inches, his lips touch to Gokudera's and he feels it from his lips to his toes. He closes his eyes then, breathing in the moment. He is soft, he is gentle, it is his first kiss after all and he can not imagine it with anyone else. First, second, third or last, he wants them to be with Gokudera.]