[Gokudera is welcome to every kiss, touch, and anything else Yamamoto possesses. They are his, the baseball player knew he had feelings. Knew he wanted this but the moment the contact happened, he knew precisely how deep they ran.
The time was good, it gives them both the knowledge that this is them, because they are both here, wanting this with each other.
Maybe it's the skin to skin contact, maybe it's that he knows Gokudera so well. Maybe it's that he is feeling the same rise in his blood. Whatever it is, there is a thrill as he can taste the way Gokudera holds back a little. Fire is already curling through him, from the pit of his stomach, blossoming out to explode through his entire person.
Somewhere in his mind, he knows, first kisses are not this intense. But, this, his, is, how can it not be when he holds Gokudera to his chest. That those sounds are coming from the other Guardian because Yamamoto is touching him, kissing him. He also knows he needs to breathe but he can not imagine losing the touch.
He knows he can only hold on so much longer but before his lungs that scream for air force his hand, he tangles his fingers within those silver locks. They are soft, surprisingly so and the tips of his fingers run across Gokudera's scalp. He has wanted so much, for so long that is hard to know where to start or stop. So instead, he lets his tongue dance with Gokudera's, letting himself go for all he is worth, inexperience and all, he sinks into the kiss. Drowning himself in the taste of the young man in his arms, there is a hint of smoke and something else that he feels nearly drunk off, something that is wholly Gokudera.
At last, his lungs make demands he can no longer ignore. Yet he has no strength to go far, instead, he just pulls their lips apart, ragged breath stuttering against Gokudera's damp lips as fingers hold to his hair, his scalp. His other hand flat against Gokudera's back, curving it so that he can hold him as close as humanly possible. His chest rises and falls, crashing back down each time with a heavy shudder.
He can run for miles upon miles and never lose his breath. One kiss from the bomber and his lungs forgot what it means to pull in a full breath of air. He whispers, without realizing he is doing it as he tries to catch his breath. Already aching to kiss the other again. If this is a competition, the Rain Guardian will gladly demand a rematch.] Ha-hayato.
Yeah, he'd die a happy man for sure just saying. making more icons, i need expressions <<
The time was good, it gives them both the knowledge that this is them, because they are both here, wanting this with each other.
Maybe it's the skin to skin contact, maybe it's that he knows Gokudera so well. Maybe it's that he is feeling the same rise in his blood. Whatever it is, there is a thrill as he can taste the way Gokudera holds back a little. Fire is already curling through him, from the pit of his stomach, blossoming out to explode through his entire person.
Somewhere in his mind, he knows, first kisses are not this intense. But, this, his, is, how can it not be when he holds Gokudera to his chest. That those sounds are coming from the other Guardian because Yamamoto is touching him, kissing him. He also knows he needs to breathe but he can not imagine losing the touch.
He knows he can only hold on so much longer but before his lungs that scream for air force his hand, he tangles his fingers within those silver locks. They are soft, surprisingly so and the tips of his fingers run across Gokudera's scalp. He has wanted so much, for so long that is hard to know where to start or stop. So instead, he lets his tongue dance with Gokudera's, letting himself go for all he is worth, inexperience and all, he sinks into the kiss. Drowning himself in the taste of the young man in his arms, there is a hint of smoke and something else that he feels nearly drunk off, something that is wholly Gokudera.
At last, his lungs make demands he can no longer ignore. Yet he has no strength to go far, instead, he just pulls their lips apart, ragged breath stuttering against Gokudera's damp lips as fingers hold to his hair, his scalp. His other hand flat against Gokudera's back, curving it so that he can hold him as close as humanly possible. His chest rises and falls, crashing back down each time with a heavy shudder.
He can run for miles upon miles and never lose his breath. One kiss from the bomber and his lungs forgot what it means to pull in a full breath of air. He whispers, without realizing he is doing it as he tries to catch his breath. Already aching to kiss the other again. If this is a competition, the Rain Guardian will gladly demand a rematch.] Ha-hayato.