Video @Smoking.Bomb

[bakudan_bambino]

[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.

Comments

they'd make for some quick gag tags though

[bakudan_bambino]

[Gokudera has little patience to begin with. If he wants kisses, he's going to take them, stifle laughter with his lips and demand. His anger is more sparks in kisses, thoughts wiped away with the touch of Yamamoto's mouth. It's hard to be so demanding when so much of what he wants is readily available.

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

[tsuyoi_ame]

[If he knew how to say it or that he needed to say Yamamoto right now, with how he feels would tell Gokudera to stop being patient. Maybe if he had kissed him when this urge first came the baseball player himself could be more patient, as it is, he is like baseball wound up for the pitch, galloping towards home plate.

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.]

[bakudan_bambino]

[This is fun, winding Yamamoto up with kisses and his name and his touch. Gokudera's very familiar with the kind of needs the other boy is feeling. Has felt them first hand, but he will only give so much. As much as neither of them like it, he will hold back. There's no hesitation in this, only more kisses however and wherever he can reach. The grip in his hair and his shirt has him feeling trapped, but he's willing.

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 <<

[tsuyoi_ame]

When it all fades to black....