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redshiftrp2020-07-06 09:34 pm
bakudan_bambino) wrote in redshiftrp2020-07-06 09:34 pm
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.
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.]
no subject
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 <<