[Gokudera will not take a mile when given an inch, especially when he's not a huge fan of being touched. It's part of why he let Yamamoto make the first move. This is Yamamoto, and he has him, and selfishly wants to do whatever will keep him. If he does let go and take, he will have at Yamamoto like a starving man at a feast.
There was never any doubt in his mind that he had feelings for Yamamoto. They've been weighing on him, almost hauntingly so. It felt as though the other were taunting him, but he knows it was just his own desires irritating him.
There's relief and affection in the sounds he makes, muffled between their lips. He won't voice that he's feeling love, but he will definitely express himself through every mean. His hand is warm on Yamamoto's chest, the other not needed to support his weight as he's pressed to him, so it rises back and his entire arm curls around the back of his neck. He's draped against him, his weight on the chair he'd brought before the stretcher, but it isn't uncomfortable. They could be closer. Gokudera could be on him, but he wants Yamamoto to make the moves, wants him to know where this is going by being the one to control how far and what happens.
And even if it's just kissing, the Storm Guardian will be happy. He didn't even expect this much, so will keep to himself, his hunger translated well in the way they're touching.
The kiss is getting sloppy, but there's nothing bad about that. Fingers against his scalp makes him feel melted, and he's licking back. Yamamoto tastes warm and fresh, feels solid and real, and there's another surge of emotion ripping through the bomber that makes him want to sob his happiness. Instead, he just tightens his arm, holds the other closer against him and allows the kiss to break, turning his head down to press his face against Yamamoto's neck.
He shudders hearing his given name and presses a kiss to Yamamoto's pulse. Oh... it's been a while since he's heard it. There are more kisses in store if he hears it again.]
It's inappropriate, but I so often just want to pick icons at random. The faces on this boy omg
There was never any doubt in his mind that he had feelings for Yamamoto. They've been weighing on him, almost hauntingly so. It felt as though the other were taunting him, but he knows it was just his own desires irritating him.
There's relief and affection in the sounds he makes, muffled between their lips. He won't voice that he's feeling love, but he will definitely express himself through every mean. His hand is warm on Yamamoto's chest, the other not needed to support his weight as he's pressed to him, so it rises back and his entire arm curls around the back of his neck. He's draped against him, his weight on the chair he'd brought before the stretcher, but it isn't uncomfortable. They could be closer. Gokudera could be on him, but he wants Yamamoto to make the moves, wants him to know where this is going by being the one to control how far and what happens.
And even if it's just kissing, the Storm Guardian will be happy. He didn't even expect this much, so will keep to himself, his hunger translated well in the way they're touching.
The kiss is getting sloppy, but there's nothing bad about that. Fingers against his scalp makes him feel melted, and he's licking back. Yamamoto tastes warm and fresh, feels solid and real, and there's another surge of emotion ripping through the bomber that makes him want to sob his happiness. Instead, he just tightens his arm, holds the other closer against him and allows the kiss to break, turning his head down to press his face against Yamamoto's neck.
He shudders hearing his given name and presses a kiss to Yamamoto's pulse. Oh... it's been a while since he's heard it. There are more kisses in store if he hears it again.]