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redshiftrp2020-07-06 09:34 pm
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Video @Smoking.Bomb
[The video opens up to a young man with silver hair, a bored expression on his face, and a kitten on his shoulder.]
Is there anyone around here that's good with robotics and/or programming?
[The boy points to a leather half choke collar around his neck. The kitten on his shoulder yawns, tucks its face against the collar, and one of its legs hang off, the flames gushing out of its ears doing absolutely nothing to Gokudera's neck.]
This keeps shocking me, and it can't be removed. It only started when I arrived on Anchor, so I think the travel here is causing it to ma- [He winces gently, and the kitten gets up and then hops off and out of the camera's view.] malfunction.
Is there anyone around here that's good with robotics and/or programming?
[The boy points to a leather half choke collar around his neck. The kitten on his shoulder yawns, tucks its face against the collar, and one of its legs hang off, the flames gushing out of its ears doing absolutely nothing to Gokudera's neck.]
This keeps shocking me, and it can't be removed. It only started when I arrived on Anchor, so I think the travel here is causing it to ma- [He winces gently, and the kitten gets up and then hops off and out of the camera's view.] malfunction.
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His eyebrows shoot up, damn.]
I was hoping you missed that... [Well, if he is caught he may as well save his outer shirt the bloodstain and he begins peeling it off. Holding it up to see the hole in it, well that sucks but it's fixable, he drops the shirt over his shoulder. He nods when Gokudera mentions the med bay because now that he sees his undershirt he realizes this might take more than bandages but not as many stitches as it could have been. He raises his shirt to get a look at the gash, it's deepish but not as bad as some he has had. He was wrong on the blood though, that definitely reached the top of his pants and the edges are gnarly, ragged from the way the bone ripped them.
Damn it, damn it, damn it. He has been trying his hardest not to make mistakes like this, every day he does his best to think and not just react every time. Using his battle senses and brain in his day to day life so he doesn't cause the other to worry. It's their first chance to relax a little and he wanted Gokudera to find a way to take advantage of that.
He had been checking himself as they talked, heading to the Med Bay with Gokudera without argument, so he missed the expression but he hears the tone and the words. His head snaps up, looking at Gokudera. He stops in his tracks.] It's not like you made me, I should have gone in prepared. I know better than to be that stupid.
[He does, he really does, for all his outward derpiness and how oblivious he can be. He is not a complete idiot. There is no way this is Gokudera's fault, it's his and he got off lucky that it's going to leave him with nothing more than what will be an interesting scar.]
[action]
Why?
[Why would Yamamoto hope he missed that his friend was hurt?
The med bay may not be as high tech as the clinic Gokudera used to work at, but it's clean. He's not going to suggest that the other get into one of the healing tubes, because he's not sure what kind of injury and how serious it is.]
Take your shirt off. [He washes his hands and starts to search for bandages. After a minute he remembers that oh yeah... sun flames! Gokudera turns back to him with clean hands, some gauze, sterile solution and a softly imploring expression on his face.]
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Oh, I said that out loud....[He was not aware he did that till Gokudera calls him on it, he takes a breath. Using the need to take off his shirt to give himself a moment before answering. It may seem stupid to Gokudera and Yamamoto wants to make sure he understands. So instead he occupies himself by popping his elbows into the front hem of his shirt, using his shoulder muscles he rolls the shirt up and over his head, holding it in his left hand loosely as it hangs by the opposite side of that wound.
The problem is it's simple, maybe too simple of answer that he can give because it does not explain why as a whole, just answers the immediate.] I didn't want you to worry.
[He planned to take care of the wound, without healing tubes he is not entirely sure on those yet and until it is something he can't endure he'll keep going like this. Bandages are nothing new to him after all, he usually ends up with some after every battle, being a swordsman makes it par for the course. Not to mention the beating an athlete can take in any given game. He is certainly used to being wound in one way or another, even with his skills.
He may not trust the tubes but he trusts Gokudera, rather he uses needle and thread or sun flames. Yamamoto knows he'll do his best.]
[action]
But hearing that he'd not wanted Gokudera to hear that, that he'd hoped Gokudera had not noticed something like an injury when he is the only family that the bomber has... it's infuriating. Gokudera takes a steadying breath and approaches. He looks Yamamoto over and glares while soaking the gauze.]
Oh yeah? Well, I'd worry regardless.
[Gokudera's nice and close, lifts Yamamoto's arm out of the way and places the gauze to clean the wound, gently dabbing at it despite the way his anger makes him want to press hard and punish.]
Fucking idiot... You know I want to help, and you know that I care... so if it could get worse or anything, don't you think I'd want to know? [Gokudera looks up, going to make eye contact, but his gaze pauses on the other boy's chest. He doesn't have the same scar... of course he wouldn't. This is a younger Yamamoto. He reaches and brushes a hand up where he'd known that scar had been. Memory serves it had been from a fatal wound, and he seems a bit lost in thought as his hand keeps gently pressing the wet gauze.]
If the same thing happened to me, wouldn't you want me to tell you?
[And he looks up finally, blinking his focus back and dropping his hand. Gokudera sighs and looks at the wound, pulls the gauze back and puts his right hand over it while activating his sun flames. Those seem to be the flames of the day... ugh, how exhausting.]
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He can see it in Gokudera's gaze, in his body language, he knows he messed up. He was being stupid and it is not something he is used to being so aware of.]
I know, it's just for once, things were good, you could hide in the library all day and read if you wanted. There are no bad guys looking to hurt us, it's nice and I wanted you to enjoy it.
[He hangs his head, not a common position for Yamamoto, he can feel Gokudera there. He knew he would have to be close to clean the wound so it does not surprise him. What does is how gentle the gauze is, he knows he pissed him off, he deserves him to be angry with him. And all he can is say the words, why does he have to use so many words. Because what he feels is not something he himself has learned how to show exactly yet or express right in words he thinks but he tries. He always tries harder but right now, he is trying his hardest.]
You're right, I'm sorry for being stupid. [What he does not expect is Gokudera's hand on his chest or the reflective look in his eyes as touches Yamaomto's bare skin, even a brush is more than anyone else has ever done in his life, to most a small thing it's a first for the baseball player. It's warm, not just where Gokudera touches but blossoming outward from it to the rest of his body. He is certain Gokudera can hear how hard his heart thumps as it echoes in his own ears. Still staring at the place where fingers were a moment ago, not even noticing the burning that comes from his side as gauze cleans the wound.
Then he his head snaps up, as if out of a trance and he stares at Gokudera.]
Of course, I couldn't stand it if something happened to you. [Well..words, he had them didn't he. And out of his mouth, they go without him thinking, it's as raw and honest as one can be since he did not think, he just spoke his mind immediately. Then concern draws his brow, Gokudera is looking tired, those flames he is trying his best to ignore as he does not want to grimace must be hard on him. He can feel his skin pull, it should be enough. Slowly he raises his fingers covering Gokudera's sun flames with his own hand, a soft trickle of rain flames lighting along with his own without his notice. They aren't going to do much in the grand scheme as rain flames aren't designed for healing perse but it's the resolve to not see his friend overexert himself and his ring responds to his feelings.]
It's okay, don't overdo it. [It's strange, he can feel so off-kilter, so down but the moment he even thinks Gokudera could need him, it gives him a determination. Even if this would all be uncalled for had he been smarter.]
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Ultimately, the baseball idiot was just trying to be considerate of his feelings, and he understands that. But it would be so much worse for Gokudera to not know there was something he could do to help the Rain Guardian while he went about with an injury and dealing with it on his own.]
I'm not mad at you for it happening [Yamamoto did his best in the situation. Gokudera isn't mad that he got hurt. Shit happens.] And I wasn't hiding in the library. You should be able to enjoy not having to fight, too, you know. This as big a change for me as it is for you. So... we've got to work together here, right?
[Gokudera hums at the apology.] The Tenth would be upset if anything happened to you.
[If Gokudera notices how Yamamoto reacts at how he's touched, he doesn't address it. The bomber instead just looks up at him, something imploring in his gaze. Be careful. Talk to me. Stay... and then his eyes move down and stop right on the idiot's lips as he speaks without thinking.] Then let me help. [He wants to do so much more.]
[The sun flames and rain flames would not work together well, but Yamamoto's not pushing out his will in an overpowering manner. It gets Gokudera's attention and he chews the inside of his lip, frowning softly at that hand on his own.]
Don't you want me to?[Oh he can be manipulative, even if he is tired.] This is fine... I'm used to this. [With his lightning disc and his sun flames, Gokudera was practically a Midas ambulance on Amoi. The blast earlier to detain the cattle had been more draining, and this... feels like something he truly wants to do... needs to do to feel needed.]
I'm almost done.
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Sure, he's met people here but Gokudera is all he really has. He can trust people but not the way he can Gokudera, such as sitting shirtless while he tends his wounds. There is no one else Yamamoto would show that small vulnerability to. Let alone the much larger vulnerability that is all too clear in how he's handled this. ] I feel kind of lost without it.
[He thought he lost baseball, he gave up, Tsuna saved him, gave him a purpose and one thing he has yet to admit out loud since getting here. Part of his manic, get involved in everything is that without that purpose, it's dark some times and he doesn't like that part of himself. When he has a purpose he can lose that part, it goes away and for the most part he keeps it at bay even now. Just every once in a while, when he slows down it feels like his hand is reaching for something but it keeps coming up empty. He does not know how to put it in words.
He does smile softly at the mention of Tsuna. Because he also knows, it's Gokudera's way of saying he would be upset if something happened to Yamamoto as well. He has more than the purpose Tsuna gave him, he just has to remember, he does not have to fulfill that purpose alone.] Okay...[How could or why would he refuse, he knows, despite his show of bravery, he needs Gokudera, probably more than the bomber will realize.
It's not fair, really Gokudera has to worry his lip that way, it's starting to feel like kryptonite to Yamamoto every time he does that. He thinks about it but doesn't mean to act on it when he reaches up, fingers curling under Gokudera's chin he gently touches the worried lip with the pad of his thumb. Please his eyes say, what his mouth takes a moment to get to, he meant to sit here, keep his hands to himself rather than risk Gokudera feeling uncomfortable and moving away. Instead, here he is thumb touching his lips, fingers on his chin and hands touching. Except, Gokudera's eyes said stay, he's trying to tell him he isn't going anywhere, he doesn't want to, no matter what. He found his way to tell him, he will talk, he will stay, he won't try to do things on his own again. ] Yes, please, just be careful.
[not of him but of yourself is what he is asking, of course, he knows Gokudera knows that. The flames die, he means to move both his hands, he really does but it's like he's frozen in place as his wound brings itself back to right thanks to Gokudera.]
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Helping Yamamoto is worthwhile. He doesn't want him to feel lost, for him to think that there is any shame in needing help. It is a much greater inconvenience and a pain for Gokudera to not know when his family needs him. The thought of any of them suffering before him in their own ways... He knows Yamamoto would understand that. Maybe it's just hard for him to see because he wasn't doing it out of pride like Gokudera often does.] Without what?
A fight? [Gokudera wants to touch him again, to grab his arms and shake him slightly and reassure him with all the will he can manage. Life is a fight. It's every day ahead that is their victory and accomplishment. But... he doesn't have such a way with words. He instead gives him a soft, affectionate little smirk.] The Tenth would be happy... [They're well. They are not alone.
And he only chews his thought when he's got a struggle with logic and emotions. It's probably why his lips seem so chapped and why he tends to have a cigarette. If it's not lit, it's there simply to give Gokudera and outlet to chew his frustrations out. Someone get this teenager some gum, and he'd probably feel much more calm.
As it is, he has no idea the nervous habit pulls Yamamoto's attention so. His breath catches when the other touches his chin, and his eyes widen and oh god he wants to surge up like a wave. Instead, he holds himself back, green eyes locked to brown and lids lowering at the touch of that thumb to his lip. It is such a normal sensation to Gokudera, a welcome one he'd missed that he tips his head slightly, lifts his chin a little so that his lip is pressed down the slightest bit. He wants to kiss... or bite... or lick, and his heart is racing.
This is not uncomfortable. Back on Amoi, this was Gokudera's bread and butter.
But this is not Amoi. This is not someone else. This... is completely different, and he's stuck, rooted by temptation and the sight of the other unmarred before him.] Yes [His voice is rough, and his hand slides off where the wound had been. The healing process sped everything up naturally and there's a slight scab there. Looks like it's been there for weeks and treated well.
Ah, and this is part of the reason why he's been "hiding" in the library.]
/lays my heart here, leaves it /dead, they killed me, these two
He knows Gokudera wants to be there, he also knows from this moment forward, no matter what it is, the good, the bad, the ugly he will tell Gokudera because he can not do what comes next without committing all of himself to the bomber. He is not a young man capable of anything casual. He invests, he gives everything he has. He also knows, this is the one person in all his world that he let the smile go for, that he can let see him open, raw and without beaming we can do this smile. That can see even he, for all his skill has doubts that sink into his soul.
But the thought, that Gokudera needs him, wants him, it's a purpose in and of itself and helps him focus.
Everything he has now he will give to making this place home, making this work so that he and Gokudera can be together here in peace. Tsuna would be happy, he would also be worried that this part of Yamamoto is showing itself again. Except, it's not Tsuna that Yamamoto wants now, it's not Tsuna Yamamoto's needs now. So yes, that makes him happy but he needs to know something else. It's not Tsuna who is his most important. He needs the other young man's happiness more than his own, more than Tsuna's, more than anyone. He needs this Gokudera, the one in front of him, who has been through all he has, he needs to be the one to make him happy or help him find happiness.] Are you?
[Happy, here with him, this close. So close and when those eyes meet his Yamamoto feels them surge through him. He wants so much for Gokudera to do that, to come up like the wave, to touch him, to kiss him. He figured that part out faster than some may think, it's just he meant to find the gift he was looking for and tell him properly. Yet, how can, every day, every time Gokudera worries that lip the swordsman finds himself aching to know what they feel like against his own.
There was a part of him that was uncertain the bomber would even want this and then. Yes, is all it takes. He hopes, prays, needs Gokudera's, yes to mean what he thinks it does. The pad of his thumb softly traces from lip to chin. His heart is torn between racing out of his chest and stopping altogether. Please, don't let him screw this up. He has never done this but his instincts, they should serve him, right? There is no need to tilt Gokudera's chin, he is already tilted, already looking at Yamamoto, piercing into him, making him believe, making him want. His wound scabbed or otherwise is a distant memory, what is not gone is the touch, ever aware of Gokudera's hands, that they have been on his skin enthralls him, in truth, he wants to feel them again but first.
He does not close his eyes at first as he moves forward allowing his emotions, serious, full of everything he has kept to himself so that he did not force his feelings on Gokudera to swim there. He tries to say it all with that look I want you, I need you, please, be here, with me and I will be at your side always definitely, not a casual young man.
Then it's all lost, his head makes those last few inches, his lips touch to Gokudera's and he feels it from his lips to his toes. He closes his eyes then, breathing in the moment. He is soft, he is gentle, it is his first kiss after all and he can not imagine it with anyone else. First, second, third or last, he wants them to be with Gokudera.]
OMGomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomg
But there's intimacy in the other boy's eyes. No matter what world, or what either of them have been through, there is a pull between them. There always has been. Gokudera never thought it would ever happen. Always assumed that at best they would be friends, that his feelings would be unrequited and he would have to nurse his wounds left by Amoi on his own. The longing has ached him, made every look at Yamamoto feel painful and sweet with familiarity and while the other reaches for purpose, Gokudera's purpose had to turn in. He's never been good at being kind to himself. When Yamamoto directs that kindness at him, it is a vivid, startling reminder that there is good in people.
Yamamoto has always been kind, even when he's dangerous... even when they fought. It was for the benefit of those he cared for. Gokudera feels warmth spread in his chest when Yamamoto looks at him, wanting and willing happiness for him.
Of course, he wants to be happy. Who doesn't? But there is so much more wrapping around it. Gokudera's capable of accepting others, being bold and timid all at once. Being humble and suffering in silence feels constant, and yet when Yamamoto looks at him, it's more than just the two of them staring in silence with little more than bated breath and gauze between them. Yamamoto can see right through him, can be strong for him, and Gokudera's pride crumbles.
He's got to do something, but...
What?
There is no fear as Yamamoto moves close to him. Gokudera does not make to pull away, is willing and eager and... never able to hold himself back. At first, the soft touch of lips to his own is almost unbelievable. There's a second where Gokudera thinks maybe he's dreaming but then whatever tether he has on himself, those self-imposed restraints snap and his eyes shut and he tilts his head to the side, pressing back. Gokudera is filled with feverish heat, eagerness jumping to his mind and he struggles to not get ahead of himself. This is a first, and he will respect that, but he'll be damned if he lets Yamamoto think for a second that he doesn't want this.
Gokudera's hands shift, one on the stretcher supporting Yamamoto's weight, and the other reaching up to settle where it had been before on the other boy's chest. He's not pushing, and not gripping, just allowing Yamamoto to enjoy his first kiss, and to be close, welcoming more. They're both so much better at communicating through action than words, and he can't tell what he wants to express through this more than his affection. It's warm and feels right, welcome, and he never thought he'd be this close with the other boy again, after he was left on his own. His thoughts echo the way Yamamoto looked at him, clinging onto this moment and he almost can't breathe.
This is the first time without any other influence. It's sobering, literally and so empowering. He could have done this before! There have been so many missed opportunities! Gokudera's full of bittersweet happiness that he could cry, and he whimpers against Yamamoto's lips.
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.]
I mean, at least they could kiss before so like... it's all good
And he's glad he did. It's definitely worked in both their favor. He missed Yamamoto, missed being around him, and like this... it's so achingly familiar and simultaneously brand new. Gokudera feels an explosive, fuse lit and unable to stop sparking.
He's hungry, aggressive in his want, and still trying to tether himself. Not too much. This is a bit too fast, but it's nothing he can't handle. Maybe that's foolish to think, maybe he's underestimating Yamamoto. But... he wouldn't be upset to be caught off guard.
And then he is when there's tongue and hands and he's licking back against that tongue, parting his lips slightly and allowing the other a chance to try this. Gokudera's mouth is more than capable, always chewing or licking or working out his frustrations, and if he takes this kiss over, he's going to try his best to knock Yamamoto's breath out. Key word: if.
That hand in his hair makes his eyes roll back behind shut lids, and he's noisy, a moan muffled. Shivers follow in quakes after that touch to his back, and even if his collar were touched, he wouldn't notice. It may be delivering pleasure, or that may just be Gokudera enjoying this. It's all what he wants. Yamamoto could probably do anything right now and Gokudera would be more than happy with it. This kiss is starting to feel a little competitive, or maybe that's just the stubborn streak in the bomber that declares he's not breaking it first.]
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.
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.]
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.]
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.]
yeah, suddenly eyes like he wants to eat Gokudera alive
It is highly unlikely Yamamoto would think Gokudera is angry right now, he has his body so tuned to the feeling of touching and kissing the other Guardian that any aggression would be likely to spark him versus make him think he is angry. He is welcome to invigorate his energy by kissing Yamamoto at any time.
The huffed breath has him smiling against Gokudera's lips. Then Gokudera is in his lap, so close that the only parts of their body that don't touch are their calves as Yamamoto's are currently hanging from the edge of the stretcher.
It's like he fits perfectly there, but then he is distracted again by fingers in his hair, his ears, his temples and he lets out a soft gasp of his own. Then it's his name, and it is lightning in his veins. His name alone but the whine, Gokudera so close, so intoxicating he can not help himself when he groans, he can not help but reward the other with what he wants even if he does not know what that is] Hayato...please
[he doesn't even know what the please is for, please more. Please say his name again, it means all of it, he wants to drown here in the most pleasant way possible.]
they'd make for some quick gag tags though
And at such a close proximity, he can press and enjoy, and hum at that gasp. Blunt fingernails scratch softly, and Gokudera breaks the kiss, delivers another, then tips his head sideways to kiss close to Yamamoto's ear.]
Please what, Takeshi? [His left hand caresses the side, then back of Yamamoto's neck. Gokudera wants to give him little kisses there, around his ear and down his neck, to hide his face and nuzzle against him.]
More? [He pecks a kiss at his bottom lip, then turns his head a bit.]
Less? [And he shifts his weight back slightly, eyes lidded and dark.]
they would, may have to try it on a goofy thread one day, not as if those don't happen lol
Any demands made by the storm, be it with his lips, his hands, or his words Yamamoto will give them, no regrets, no hesitation.
He has about ten percent of his brain left with rational thought at this point, then there is a kiss near his ear. His fingers curl into Gokudera's shirt, tighten in his locks as his breath shudders out in what he could not deny being a moan. Heat shooting bullets down his spine from the contact.
His skin is so hot he would almost wonder how the bomber's hand is not burned as it touches his neck, only firing those bullets faster. His head moving with the touch, letting the storm have what he wants if he wishes to nuzzle he will not be stopped. Never has his name sounded that way, for Yamamoto it is intimate and Gokudera knows this, just what it means to the Japanese to drop last names. Yet, he wants to hear the smaller male say it over and over again. He doesn't want anyone else but Gokudera to call him that if hearing it makes him feel this way, it's only him that Yamamoto wants.
But then there are lips near his and he wants them again, he wants them everywhere, completely lost to instinct here he tries for a kiss. The other's lips are gone too soon. Worse than that he tries to shift back, the swordsman is quick as he pulls the other back to him, nearly knocking himself backward on the stretcher.
No way is he letting go as those hooded eyes of his catch Gokudera's, fired with intensity, it is almost like his look on the battlefield, except this time it is fired full of needs, some of which he may not even fully understand himself. What he does know, he is not letting go unless Gokudera makes him.
His breathing may not be the heavy shudder but it still rushes out with the desire that is running through his body as he grips Gokudera there against. The hand that was in his hair going to cup Gokudera's cheek, the pad of thumb dragging itself along the others jawline.]
More, Hayato. [His thumb goes lower, finding what bare skin it can to caress as he leans in, wanting those lips again yet also, wanting Gokudera to continue what he was doing before he spoke.]
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Gokudera's hand is gentle in its trail up from the skin of Yamamoto's chest massaging almost at his shoulder and feeling his pulse beat under his palm while it caresses the strong column of Yamamoto's neck. The bomber kisses softly by his ear, then closer still until his lips are just under it and he's nosing at the heat where dark spikes of hair rest, his eyes nearly closed and voice feeling like a purr in the way it rumbles through him.
As if he'd been a wave when he'd initially pressed into that kiss, then pulled back, Yamamoto barely has to pull him to get him closer. Gokudera should go for Yamamoto's lips, but he wants to hear more. He loved the sound of that moan, and the heavy breathing, but he also really likes to feel the racing beat of Yamamoto's heart through his neck. Gokudera wants to kiss there, so he's attempting again to lavish kisses. He won't linger, though, and instead travels back up, lips dragging and the cool contrast of his teeth scrape before he's kissing Yamamoto.
And he'll trust his weight to him, too, bringing his hands down to his waist, sliding them against the small of his back and enjoying the way his skin feels.]
S'ok, Takeshi? [He whispers against Yamamoto's lips before he nips playfully at the bottom one.]
/takes off comm to be on the safe side <<