[Truer words were never spoken, no matter the world he has always had a pull to the Storm. Even before Anchor, he was drawn to Gokudera and now, now Gokudera's lips are on his and for the first time since arriving, Yamamoto feels complete. The darkness in him finding no purchase as his heart finds a pace with the others. Why, why did he wait to do this? How many times could he have already known this touch, instead of aching deep inside to the point it hurt.
It's more than physical, the way Gokudera leans into him, the way their lips touch it's emotional, it conveys all the words the two young man have tried to find a way to say to each other.
He can feel the eagerness in Gokudera, it tugs, pulling at his own and he can not resist nor does he want to, it's intoxicating the way Gokudera tilts his head, presses his lips back, the air around them is that electrical current again, set to explode. By the time the hand settles to his chest, Yamamoto is awash in nothing more than Gokudera, every sense, every part of him. He loves Gokudera, he's always loved him but now, now he knows he is in love with him. Not just his friend, not just his battle companion, somewhere in the midst of it all Gokudera Hayato has become his heart.
The same heartbeats in his chest and when Gokudera's hand returns there his lips part, his head moves forward. Without a thought he deepens the kiss, it's all instinct, first time or not his body tells him what it wants and he does nothing to ignore it.
The whimper, who knew such a sound could exist. It surges the rain, up he comes, arms wrapping around Gokudera, drawing him closer, keeping his hand locked there between their bodies with the fingers against Yamamoto's skin, his tongue tentatively touching to Gokudera's lips as if asking for permission, for more because first or not, it's not enough. His chest rises under those digits, his heart races and his skin heats with every second they touch. One hand sliding up Gokudera's back, he does not touch the collar there but instead once it is high enough he threads digits into silver hair. They are impossibly close and yet for Yamamoto, it is not close enough.]
short of an explosion killing them both nothing ruins the moment, these two left to run, it's beauty
It's more than physical, the way Gokudera leans into him, the way their lips touch it's emotional, it conveys all the words the two young man have tried to find a way to say to each other.
He can feel the eagerness in Gokudera, it tugs, pulling at his own and he can not resist nor does he want to, it's intoxicating the way Gokudera tilts his head, presses his lips back, the air around them is that electrical current again, set to explode. By the time the hand settles to his chest, Yamamoto is awash in nothing more than Gokudera, every sense, every part of him. He loves Gokudera, he's always loved him but now, now he knows he is in love with him. Not just his friend, not just his battle companion, somewhere in the midst of it all Gokudera Hayato has become his heart.
The same heartbeats in his chest and when Gokudera's hand returns there his lips part, his head moves forward. Without a thought he deepens the kiss, it's all instinct, first time or not his body tells him what it wants and he does nothing to ignore it.
The whimper, who knew such a sound could exist. It surges the rain, up he comes, arms wrapping around Gokudera, drawing him closer, keeping his hand locked there between their bodies with the fingers against Yamamoto's skin, his tongue tentatively touching to Gokudera's lips as if asking for permission, for more because first or not, it's not enough. His chest rises under those digits, his heart races and his skin heats with every second they touch. One hand sliding up Gokudera's back, he does not touch the collar there but instead once it is high enough he threads digits into silver hair. They are impossibly close and yet for Yamamoto, it is not close enough.]