[All Gokudera has to do to keep him, is be himself. Yamamoto is not blind, naive, or unaware of who Gokudera is. If he was, he would not have the other Guardian in his arms. He would not have taken his first kiss and given it to just anyone. If that was the case by his age he would have already done it. It was for someone special and before Gokudera there was no one who he wanted to give it to.
Yamamoto would never have guessed, he honestly thought up until that Yes that there was no way Gokudera felt the same way about him. He was still going to put himself out there, he was just prepared for rejection.
Though, rejection is far from his mind now. He is here with the storm in his arms, he is trying to desperately to catch his breath and resist another kiss. He is losing as each exhalation his chin lifts as if to kiss again, then another breath shudders into his lungs. In, out. Where he is going, Yamamoto does not know, all he knows is he is not ready to let go.
He doesn't think or worry that things could go too far, it's Gokudera, even with all the newness there is a trust there. No matter where these kisses lead or future kisses because there is no way he can go back to not kissing the Storm Guardian now, they will go there together and that is enough for him.
As his breaths come back to him he touches a soft kiss to each of Gokudera's cheeks, his chin, then softly he breaths against his lips again. Then he captures the bottom one, slowly closing his lips around it before giving an almost playful tug backward. It's all feeling for him now, he does not know what he is doing, has never done it.
He simply does what feels right, that is why when he lets go of that lip he presses his to Gokudera's again, a sigh of happiness passing seconds before his lips touch.
His arms tighten, pulling as if urging Gokudera to leave the chair, whatever else may come he wants the space gone. There's too much of it even if they are closer than ever before, it's still not enough and he is scooting back onto that stretcher so that Gokudera can fit against him.]
for Gokudera I could see it work for Yamamoto that could turn out bad <<
Yamamoto would never have guessed, he honestly thought up until that Yes that there was no way Gokudera felt the same way about him. He was still going to put himself out there, he was just prepared for rejection.
Though, rejection is far from his mind now. He is here with the storm in his arms, he is trying to desperately to catch his breath and resist another kiss. He is losing as each exhalation his chin lifts as if to kiss again, then another breath shudders into his lungs. In, out. Where he is going, Yamamoto does not know, all he knows is he is not ready to let go.
He doesn't think or worry that things could go too far, it's Gokudera, even with all the newness there is a trust there. No matter where these kisses lead or future kisses because there is no way he can go back to not kissing the Storm Guardian now, they will go there together and that is enough for him.
As his breaths come back to him he touches a soft kiss to each of Gokudera's cheeks, his chin, then softly he breaths against his lips again. Then he captures the bottom one, slowly closing his lips around it before giving an almost playful tug backward. It's all feeling for him now, he does not know what he is doing, has never done it.
He simply does what feels right, that is why when he lets go of that lip he presses his to Gokudera's again, a sigh of happiness passing seconds before his lips touch.
His arms tighten, pulling as if urging Gokudera to leave the chair, whatever else may come he wants the space gone. There's too much of it even if they are closer than ever before, it's still not enough and he is scooting back onto that stretcher so that Gokudera can fit against him.]