[Gokudera was planning to kiss at Yamamoto's neck, but hey, if his lips are being caught again, that's even better. The kisses pressed to his cheeks and chin make the bomber gasp gently, feeling somewhat weakened by the tender displays of affection. Finally, his face starts to heat up in a blush, and he wants to hide it. There's a surge of bashfulness and then excitement as his lip is captured and he pushes forward when Yamamoto pulls back. He wants more kissing less teasing, and feels a touch indignant that the other would dare to pull back. Gokudera suspects that a bit of fun is sinking into this.
Which helps to tone down his aggression. If Yamamoto weren't sighing happily, Gokudera would be demanding, actions probably coming across as anger when it's just that there's so much energy bursting through him. The sun flames may have brought on fatigue, but kissing Yamamoto is invigorating.
The pulling makes Gokudera huff out an amused breath and he presses to Yamamoto's chest while he moves to clamber on over his lap and settle his weight on him. This is fine, but so much closer than he'd been before. It feels like he's actively offering himself, blushing more as he surges forward again to seal their lips together. Gokudera nips gently and moves both of his hands to Yamamoto's jaw before sliding them back further and raking his fingers into the spikes of the other boy's hair. It's short, easy for him to grab without pulling painfully, and his thumbs trace over ears, temples, and then against his scalp as well.
If Yamamoto isn't going to say his given name again as a reward for neck kisses, Gokudera's going to try coaxing it out by whispering in return against his kiss-flushed lips] Takeshi...
[There's a whine in his voice, and Gokudera moves to kiss Yamamoto's cheek, give him a chance to catch more of his breath.]
unwarranted dangerous expressions, probably
Which helps to tone down his aggression. If Yamamoto weren't sighing happily, Gokudera would be demanding, actions probably coming across as anger when it's just that there's so much energy bursting through him. The sun flames may have brought on fatigue, but kissing Yamamoto is invigorating.
The pulling makes Gokudera huff out an amused breath and he presses to Yamamoto's chest while he moves to clamber on over his lap and settle his weight on him. This is fine, but so much closer than he'd been before. It feels like he's actively offering himself, blushing more as he surges forward again to seal their lips together. Gokudera nips gently and moves both of his hands to Yamamoto's jaw before sliding them back further and raking his fingers into the spikes of the other boy's hair. It's short, easy for him to grab without pulling painfully, and his thumbs trace over ears, temples, and then against his scalp as well.
If Yamamoto isn't going to say his given name again as a reward for neck kisses, Gokudera's going to try coaxing it out by whispering in return against his kiss-flushed lips] Takeshi...
[There's a whine in his voice, and Gokudera moves to kiss Yamamoto's cheek, give him a chance to catch more of his breath.]