SO MUCH ULTIMATE FAIL.
SOB .
Try #1:
"YOU'RE A SICK FREAK!"
"HAHAHA come on, come on~"
"NO."
"It might be fun~"
"LIKE HELL I'M FUCKING YOU WITH MY DYNAMITE, YOU PERVERT!"
-OMAKE-ISH THING-
"Hahaha~ geez, I've never seen you get hard so fast!"
"SHUT UP."
Try #2:
"You're a sick freak!"
"Hahaha come on, come on~"
"NO."
"It might be fun!"
"Like hell I'm fucking you with my dynamite, you pervert!"
Yamamoto leaned over, ignoring the continued protests, hand flashing under Gokudera's shirt to grab a random stick of dynamite, kissing him in the same motion to keep him quiet. He smiled against Gokudera's lips, amused by the muffled curses he kept shouting even with Yamamoto's mouth on his.
He pushed the dynamite discretely under the pillow, grabbing the lube there instead as Gokudera decided to ignore his stupidity in favor of pulling him down for a 'real kiss'. Yamamoto let the other boy to lead the kiss while they fumbled with each other's pants, finding it more important to get Gokudera naked.
And then the pants were gone; he ran a hand up Gokudera's shirt, brushing callused thumbs over sensitive nipples until Gokudera made a tiny noise into his mouth. He moved back, running his hand down Gokudera's body to wrap it around his cock (he liked the feel of it, hot and heavy in his palm).
Yamamoto twisted the cap off the bottle, slicking his fingers with lube before pushing them into his tight entrance one at a time. He spread himself wide, scissoring his fingers to open himself further. Gokudera whimpered, oblivious to the boy's actions, his eyes screwing shut as Yamamoto kept him distracted with the hand on his cock, dropping kisses over his face as he stroked slowly. Soon enough Yamamoto had three fingers inside himself, stretching him as they moved in and out. Once he felt he was prepared, he reached under the pillow to grab the dynamite, releasing Gokudera as he lined it up at his entrance.
Before Gokudera could protest again, he pushed the stick of dynamite into himself in one smooth motion, feeling the rough (he'd never realized how sharp they were before, but the sting made it even better) edges of the cylinder scrapping against his walls as Gokudera watched with wide eyes. Yamamoto pulled the stick out and thrust it back in with a pleased moan, watching the Italian bite his lip to force back a needy whimper.
"Hmm~ you still won't help?" Yamamoto asked, eyebrows raising harmlessly as he fought to keep his cool with the sensations running through his body. He watched Gokudera's pupils dilate and heard the tiny hitch in his breath, unable to stop the grin that spread across his face as he reached out slowly for the other boy.
Gokudera didn't move back, but Yamamoto nearly fell over himself all the same, catching himself on one arm as he leaned forward to capture pale pink lips. The hand supporting him on the bed inched towards Gokudera's cock again, intent clear, and Yamamoto swallowed the other boy's sigh as their tongues curled around each other. He moved closer, accidentally biting Gokudera's lip as he tried to stifle a whimper at the feel of the dynamite moving in him. Gokudera broke off the kiss, irritated by the foreplay, but Yamamoto never liked giving up that easily (Gokudera always yelled at him for being too persistent), and pressed his lips softly against the corner of that tempting mouth before moving down to nip at his collarbone.
"Gokudera, Gokudera," he whispered against the boy's neck, "it's your dynamite, don't you want to use it? I bet you could use it better." Gokudera bristled at the implied challenge (it was so cute when he was irritated), face twisting into a sneer even as he dragged himself to his knees, pushing Yamamoto down and leaning over him.
Slim fingers skimmed lightly along Yamamoto's leg, brushing against the inside of his thigh and lingering torturously before curling around the dynamite stick. Yamamoto let out a soft groan at the feel of it moving slowly out of him, before breaking off into a breathless laugh, hips bucking and eyes wide as Gokudera shoved the dynamite back into him hard, slamming it against his prostate. His legs spasmed with each thrust, and his hand was shaking as he reached up, trailing it down Gokudera's body to ground himself before wrapping it around the other boy's cock again. He ran his thumb over the sensitive underside of the head, feeling a jolt of pleasure shoot down his body to join the coiling heat in his stomach as Gokudera bit his shoulder sharply enough to draw blood, muffling the pleasured (and adorable, Yamamoto privately thought; Gokudera would hit him if he said it out loud) noises he was making.
Yamamoto was painfully hard by now, and when Gokudera brought his other hand up to stroke him (he hadn't even noticed it move), smearing the precome leaking from the red, engorged head of his cock, it only took a few jerks for the combined sensations to overwhelm him. He shook as release rushed through him, moving his hand faster until Gokudera finished as well, come splattering over Yamamoto's stomach.
Gokudera's chest heaved as he panted, still leaning over Yamamoto. His arms shook with the effort of holding himself up, finally collapsing a few seconds later, and Yamamoto winced a bit at the wet squelch their come made between them when the Italian slumped onto his chest. He shifted Gokudera a bit to get more comfortable, letting out a huff of laughter as he felt the dynamite move between his legs again, and felt Gokudera wrinkle his nose against his shoulder in response, obviously choosing to ignore this 'breach of conduct' in favor of sleep.
Try #1:
"YOU'RE A SICK FREAK!"
"HAHAHA come on, come on~"
"NO."
"It might be fun~"
"LIKE HELL I'M FUCKING YOU WITH MY DYNAMITE, YOU PERVERT!"
-OMAKE-ISH THING-
"Hahaha~ geez, I've never seen you get hard so fast!"
"SHUT UP."
Try #2:
"You're a sick freak!"
"Hahaha come on, come on~"
"NO."
"It might be fun!"
"Like hell I'm fucking you with my dynamite, you pervert!"
Yamamoto leaned over, ignoring the continued protests, hand flashing under Gokudera's shirt to grab a random stick of dynamite, kissing him in the same motion to keep him quiet. He smiled against Gokudera's lips, amused by the muffled curses he kept shouting even with Yamamoto's mouth on his.
He pushed the dynamite discretely under the pillow, grabbing the lube there instead as Gokudera decided to ignore his stupidity in favor of pulling him down for a 'real kiss'. Yamamoto let the other boy to lead the kiss while they fumbled with each other's pants, finding it more important to get Gokudera naked.
And then the pants were gone; he ran a hand up Gokudera's shirt, brushing callused thumbs over sensitive nipples until Gokudera made a tiny noise into his mouth. He moved back, running his hand down Gokudera's body to wrap it around his cock (he liked the feel of it, hot and heavy in his palm).
Yamamoto twisted the cap off the bottle, slicking his fingers with lube before pushing them into his tight entrance one at a time. He spread himself wide, scissoring his fingers to open himself further. Gokudera whimpered, oblivious to the boy's actions, his eyes screwing shut as Yamamoto kept him distracted with the hand on his cock, dropping kisses over his face as he stroked slowly. Soon enough Yamamoto had three fingers inside himself, stretching him as they moved in and out. Once he felt he was prepared, he reached under the pillow to grab the dynamite, releasing Gokudera as he lined it up at his entrance.
Before Gokudera could protest again, he pushed the stick of dynamite into himself in one smooth motion, feeling the rough (he'd never realized how sharp they were before, but the sting made it even better) edges of the cylinder scrapping against his walls as Gokudera watched with wide eyes. Yamamoto pulled the stick out and thrust it back in with a pleased moan, watching the Italian bite his lip to force back a needy whimper.
"Hmm~ you still won't help?" Yamamoto asked, eyebrows raising harmlessly as he fought to keep his cool with the sensations running through his body. He watched Gokudera's pupils dilate and heard the tiny hitch in his breath, unable to stop the grin that spread across his face as he reached out slowly for the other boy.
Gokudera didn't move back, but Yamamoto nearly fell over himself all the same, catching himself on one arm as he leaned forward to capture pale pink lips. The hand supporting him on the bed inched towards Gokudera's cock again, intent clear, and Yamamoto swallowed the other boy's sigh as their tongues curled around each other. He moved closer, accidentally biting Gokudera's lip as he tried to stifle a whimper at the feel of the dynamite moving in him. Gokudera broke off the kiss, irritated by the foreplay, but Yamamoto never liked giving up that easily (Gokudera always yelled at him for being too persistent), and pressed his lips softly against the corner of that tempting mouth before moving down to nip at his collarbone.
"Gokudera, Gokudera," he whispered against the boy's neck, "it's your dynamite, don't you want to use it? I bet you could use it better." Gokudera bristled at the implied challenge (it was so cute when he was irritated), face twisting into a sneer even as he dragged himself to his knees, pushing Yamamoto down and leaning over him.
Slim fingers skimmed lightly along Yamamoto's leg, brushing against the inside of his thigh and lingering torturously before curling around the dynamite stick. Yamamoto let out a soft groan at the feel of it moving slowly out of him, before breaking off into a breathless laugh, hips bucking and eyes wide as Gokudera shoved the dynamite back into him hard, slamming it against his prostate. His legs spasmed with each thrust, and his hand was shaking as he reached up, trailing it down Gokudera's body to ground himself before wrapping it around the other boy's cock again. He ran his thumb over the sensitive underside of the head, feeling a jolt of pleasure shoot down his body to join the coiling heat in his stomach as Gokudera bit his shoulder sharply enough to draw blood, muffling the pleasured (and adorable, Yamamoto privately thought; Gokudera would hit him if he said it out loud) noises he was making.
Yamamoto was painfully hard by now, and when Gokudera brought his other hand up to stroke him (he hadn't even noticed it move), smearing the precome leaking from the red, engorged head of his cock, it only took a few jerks for the combined sensations to overwhelm him. He shook as release rushed through him, moving his hand faster until Gokudera finished as well, come splattering over Yamamoto's stomach.
Gokudera's chest heaved as he panted, still leaning over Yamamoto. His arms shook with the effort of holding himself up, finally collapsing a few seconds later, and Yamamoto winced a bit at the wet squelch their come made between them when the Italian slumped onto his chest. He shifted Gokudera a bit to get more comfortable, letting out a huff of laughter as he felt the dynamite move between his legs again, and felt Gokudera wrinkle his nose against his shoulder in response, obviously choosing to ignore this 'breach of conduct' in favor of sleep.