Zero to 80 in Less Than 6
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: TYL!5980 (<-YOU CANNOT DOUBT IT THIS TIME!! I SWEAR!!)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,510
Worksafe: ... N-no...
Warnings: Badly written Sex. Swearing. Badly written Man-Porn. =D *shot* Also, random car info for you, too. |D;; OH. And since I'm American I know jack-shit about converting miles into kilometeres and gallons into liters; my apologies to everyone who agrees that America is ass-backward with all that.... (But the title is in the American conversion, and I like it too much to change it. D=)
Author's Note: *sigh* As this is much more explicit than the last one I did I'm telling you now: After a week, if you are not over 14 years old you will not be able to read this after a week. I'm sorry; that's just how it goes, and I don't want to my journal to get deleted. DX Anyway, more important stuff!! For 8059challenge, I bring you prompt 5: In the car. =3 w00! (Being a millwright's daughter has its perks. ;D)
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He was pretty sure he was drooling. In fact, he was pretty sure could have come right there-right when the dealer handed him his keys.
He stared at his new car. His new fast and sportsy new car. That new Ford Mustang ZX5? The black one? With the customizable dashboard? Best speakers on the market and with soundproof windows and doors.... A 2-door, seats 5, 0 to 130KM/H in less than 6 seconds.... 16 kilometers for each liter and an 800 horse-power V10-302 engine.... It screamed under that hood. And just the aroma of that new leather...
Beautiful. (Okay, so it wasn't a Ferrari like Gokudera insisted he get, but... 'Built Ford Tough'! 'Tough' was in their motto-! It obviously wasn't going to fall apart right away....) Yamamoto wasn't much of a car-guy, or a grease-monkey, but damn-anyone could tell that this new... God-Given Gift was everything Holy. (Or maybe so cool it was unholy, but who really cared? It was cool, and it was his.) And damn did he love technology's advancements....
He was beginning to think Gokudera was telling the truth when he said he liked it. When Gokudera had begun unbuckling Yamamoto's belt as they pulled into the apartment complex's parking lot, Yamamoto had asked him what he was doing. The car was still running, with the volume of the radio on full-blast and the hum of the air conditioning buzzing in tune to the music.
"Christening your car," Gokudera had said.
That was just a moment ago and Yamamoto got the feeling that they'd be cleaning the car much sooner than he'd anticipated. Gokudera pushed him into the backseat, following a moment after, accidentally kicking the volume down by half and taking the opportunity to tug Yamamoto's slacks down just a little. Yamamoto felt the cold air hit him, mixed in with Gokudera gripping his dick and tugging just a little bit.
"Gokude-"
"Shut up," he said. "I don't have the patience to listen to your voice during this today."
Yamamoto would have sighed if he'd had the time, but Gokudera got right to business. Slippery fingers felt around him, finally finding what they were seeking and invading. Yamamoto's eyes shut slowly with the first finger, and when Gokudera added a second his breath hitched momentarily, eventually resuming a somewhat normal rhythm when Gokudera's fingers found theirs. But then Gokudera started scissoring and stretching, and Yamamoto chuckled.
"Gad damn it, what's so funny?" Gokudera snapped. "You cannot tell me that tickles."
"You're all ready to go. Eager?"
Gokudera promptly shoved in a third finger a bit more forcefully than the first two. Yamamoto yelped in surprise (Or maybe pleasure? He wasn't sure), biting back another small laugh.
"Does that answer your question?" Gokudera asked, nonplussed. Yamamoto bit his lip, nodding, willing himself not to talk and just enjoy the feeling. He had to stop himself from moving-Gokudera was getting closer to that spot, and Yamamoto was finding it harder to restrain himself. Gokudera continued his ministrations, and Yamamoto hurriedly freed Gokudera of his restraints, grabbing his dick jerking him off. Gokudera fumbled in his movements, apparently finding it difficult to keep a steady rhythm. Yamamoto grinned to himself (giving a particular rub to Gokudera's head) but after something that sounded like a growl from the older man, Yamamoto found his front pressed to the seat, trousers and briefs gathered at his ankles, and Gokudera pressed behind him.
Yamamoto heard Gokudera open a condom. It wasn't long before Yamamoto felt those familiar hands gripping his ass, and the tip of Gokudera's cock pressing at and teasing his opening. He contemplated just sinking down onto Gokudera, but the latter's hand was pressing just beneath a shoulder blade, preventing that from happening.
"I have to make sure you know you're my territory," he whispered hoarsely into Yamamoto's ear. Yamamoto shivered; Gokudera's breath was warm against the nape of his neck, and gently blew at the short hairs, making them tickle the sensitive skin there. "I know you're excited; this is a nice car, but-"
Gokudera shoved in with no restraint. Yamamoto bit at a knuckle.
"... Don't think that I can't make you that excited."
Gokudera pulled out and pushed back in again, still showing no sign of affection. (Granted, Gokudera wasn't much of an affectionate person....) Yamamoto turned his head as best he could before Gokudera's teeth found his earlobe, gently biting and successfully stopping any previous movement from Yamamoto.
"Are you jealous of my car-?"
"I said not to talk, didn't I?" Gokudera interrupted. He moved, now, out of Yamamoto and back in, finally starting a steady motion. But it was by no means any less aggressive than before. Yamamoto couldn't find it in him to complain; he liked it when Gokudera was rough. It was who he was. He wasn't soft, and he wasn't about to show too much care or tenderness, even to those he obviously harbored more-than-friendly feelings for. So his question would go unanswered, but Yamamoto knew, regardless of a response or not.
The music in the background was forgotten; the only sounds that mattered at the moment to Yamamoto were their ragged breathing, their grunts and moans, and the slapping sound their skin made with each thrust from Gokudera. The aforementioned dynamite wielder shifted his position just a bit, finally hitting Yamamoto's sweet spot. Yamamoto gasped in surprise at the sudden feeling, and could restrain himself no more. For each upward motion from Gokudera Yamamoto met it with a downward push. It made Gokudera's movement seem more primal, trying to stay balanced, and with each caress against that spot Yamamoto came closer and closer to release. It helped his case none when one of Gokudera's cool hands wrapped around his cock once more, sliding up and down and teasing him all he could in all the right spots. Gokudera was playing a dangerous game.
Gokudera took a rattling breath against Yamamoto's ear. "When you come," he ferociously growled. He gave a particularly strong thrust into Yamamoto. Yamamoto shivered-he was so close to coming and with Gokudera right there, nearly threatening him... his gut clenched but he had to withstand it-he could not come yet. But he was so hard it hurt; the pressure Gokudera's hand applied to his length... Yamamoto couldn't decide if it was a welcome pain or pleasure. "You fucking come for me."
Whatever Gokudera did Yamamoto wasn't sure but he did it wonderfully and beautifully. It was impossible to hold it any longer and impossible to let out anything less than a strangled moan accompanied by several gasping noises as he came into Gokudera's hand and over the black leather of the seat. Gokudera's motions became more jerked and he finally stopped all movement; he must have finished as well.
Gokudera flopped down on the other side of the seats, legs spread and hands working on getting the condom off of himself as Yamamoto leaned against the back of the driver's seat, calming down and staring at the white goo decorating his less-than-an-hour-old leather. He sighed. Oh well; it was leather: It would clean off easily.
"Hey, Gokudera." Yamamoto turned to him as he finished fixing himself back into his pants and wiping Yamamoto's come off on a handkerchief from his jacket's breast pocket. He grunted in acknowledgment, pulling out a cigarette and lighter after tossing the cloth to Yamamoto. "Are you seriously jealous of my car?" he asked.
Gokudera choked on the first drag he took and fixed Yamamoto with a baffled stare. "Me? Jealous?" he asked as though the idea was absolutely preposterous. Yamamoto nodded, receiving an, "Of course not, you idiot. You're crazy if you think I'm jealous of a vehicle."
A grin graced Yamamoto's face as he took the handkerchief in hand, cleaning up the mess Gokudera made him leave, and fixed his slacks, re-buckling his belt. "Well then," he began. "If drooling over a new car is all it takes to get you to act like that more often, I may have to start taking out leases."
"If you cause any kind of financial trouble for the Tenth I'll see to it you won't have anything to use for something like this."
Yamamoto chuckled a little bit, climbing upfront to turn the car off and get out. He fixed the seat, reaching a hand back to help Gokudera out. "Any other sports cars you recommend?" he asked. Gokudera straightened himself out, brushing his hair back and blowing out a cloud of smoke.
"I'm telling you. A Ferrari."
"People go pretty fast in those, don't they? How fast do you think you can get?"
Gokudera smirked, taking another drag. "I dunno," he said. "I reckon we can get pretty fast fucking done-er, I mean, I think we can get pretty fucking fast in there."
Yamamoto laughed, earning a hit to the back of the head but he smiled and led the way up to his apartment, locking up his pretty new car with a 'beep'.
Pairing: TYL!5980 (<-YOU CANNOT DOUBT IT THIS TIME!! I SWEAR!!)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,510
Worksafe: ... N-no...
Warnings: Badly written Sex. Swearing. Badly written Man-Porn. =D *shot* Also, random car info for you, too. |D;; OH. And since I'm American I know jack-shit about converting miles into kilometeres and gallons into liters; my apologies to everyone who agrees that America is ass-backward with all that.... (But the title is in the American conversion, and I like it too much to change it. D=)
Author's Note: *sigh* As this is much more explicit than the last one I did I'm telling you now: After a week, if you are not over 14 years old you will not be able to read this after a week. I'm sorry; that's just how it goes, and I don't want to my journal to get deleted. DX Anyway, more important stuff!! For 8059challenge, I bring you prompt 5: In the car. =3 w00! (Being a millwright's daughter has its perks. ;D)
☽✩☾
He was pretty sure he was drooling. In fact, he was pretty sure could have come right there-right when the dealer handed him his keys.
He stared at his new car. His new fast and sportsy new car. That new Ford Mustang ZX5? The black one? With the customizable dashboard? Best speakers on the market and with soundproof windows and doors.... A 2-door, seats 5, 0 to 130KM/H in less than 6 seconds.... 16 kilometers for each liter and an 800 horse-power V10-302 engine.... It screamed under that hood. And just the aroma of that new leather...
Beautiful. (Okay, so it wasn't a Ferrari like Gokudera insisted he get, but... 'Built Ford Tough'! 'Tough' was in their motto-! It obviously wasn't going to fall apart right away....) Yamamoto wasn't much of a car-guy, or a grease-monkey, but damn-anyone could tell that this new... God-Given Gift was everything Holy. (Or maybe so cool it was unholy, but who really cared? It was cool, and it was his.) And damn did he love technology's advancements....
He was beginning to think Gokudera was telling the truth when he said he liked it. When Gokudera had begun unbuckling Yamamoto's belt as they pulled into the apartment complex's parking lot, Yamamoto had asked him what he was doing. The car was still running, with the volume of the radio on full-blast and the hum of the air conditioning buzzing in tune to the music.
"Christening your car," Gokudera had said.
That was just a moment ago and Yamamoto got the feeling that they'd be cleaning the car much sooner than he'd anticipated. Gokudera pushed him into the backseat, following a moment after, accidentally kicking the volume down by half and taking the opportunity to tug Yamamoto's slacks down just a little. Yamamoto felt the cold air hit him, mixed in with Gokudera gripping his dick and tugging just a little bit.
"Gokude-"
"Shut up," he said. "I don't have the patience to listen to your voice during this today."
Yamamoto would have sighed if he'd had the time, but Gokudera got right to business. Slippery fingers felt around him, finally finding what they were seeking and invading. Yamamoto's eyes shut slowly with the first finger, and when Gokudera added a second his breath hitched momentarily, eventually resuming a somewhat normal rhythm when Gokudera's fingers found theirs. But then Gokudera started scissoring and stretching, and Yamamoto chuckled.
"Gad damn it, what's so funny?" Gokudera snapped. "You cannot tell me that tickles."
"You're all ready to go. Eager?"
Gokudera promptly shoved in a third finger a bit more forcefully than the first two. Yamamoto yelped in surprise (Or maybe pleasure? He wasn't sure), biting back another small laugh.
"Does that answer your question?" Gokudera asked, nonplussed. Yamamoto bit his lip, nodding, willing himself not to talk and just enjoy the feeling. He had to stop himself from moving-Gokudera was getting closer to that spot, and Yamamoto was finding it harder to restrain himself. Gokudera continued his ministrations, and Yamamoto hurriedly freed Gokudera of his restraints, grabbing his dick jerking him off. Gokudera fumbled in his movements, apparently finding it difficult to keep a steady rhythm. Yamamoto grinned to himself (giving a particular rub to Gokudera's head) but after something that sounded like a growl from the older man, Yamamoto found his front pressed to the seat, trousers and briefs gathered at his ankles, and Gokudera pressed behind him.
Yamamoto heard Gokudera open a condom. It wasn't long before Yamamoto felt those familiar hands gripping his ass, and the tip of Gokudera's cock pressing at and teasing his opening. He contemplated just sinking down onto Gokudera, but the latter's hand was pressing just beneath a shoulder blade, preventing that from happening.
"I have to make sure you know you're my territory," he whispered hoarsely into Yamamoto's ear. Yamamoto shivered; Gokudera's breath was warm against the nape of his neck, and gently blew at the short hairs, making them tickle the sensitive skin there. "I know you're excited; this is a nice car, but-"
Gokudera shoved in with no restraint. Yamamoto bit at a knuckle.
"... Don't think that I can't make you that excited."
Gokudera pulled out and pushed back in again, still showing no sign of affection. (Granted, Gokudera wasn't much of an affectionate person....) Yamamoto turned his head as best he could before Gokudera's teeth found his earlobe, gently biting and successfully stopping any previous movement from Yamamoto.
"Are you jealous of my car-?"
"I said not to talk, didn't I?" Gokudera interrupted. He moved, now, out of Yamamoto and back in, finally starting a steady motion. But it was by no means any less aggressive than before. Yamamoto couldn't find it in him to complain; he liked it when Gokudera was rough. It was who he was. He wasn't soft, and he wasn't about to show too much care or tenderness, even to those he obviously harbored more-than-friendly feelings for. So his question would go unanswered, but Yamamoto knew, regardless of a response or not.
The music in the background was forgotten; the only sounds that mattered at the moment to Yamamoto were their ragged breathing, their grunts and moans, and the slapping sound their skin made with each thrust from Gokudera. The aforementioned dynamite wielder shifted his position just a bit, finally hitting Yamamoto's sweet spot. Yamamoto gasped in surprise at the sudden feeling, and could restrain himself no more. For each upward motion from Gokudera Yamamoto met it with a downward push. It made Gokudera's movement seem more primal, trying to stay balanced, and with each caress against that spot Yamamoto came closer and closer to release. It helped his case none when one of Gokudera's cool hands wrapped around his cock once more, sliding up and down and teasing him all he could in all the right spots. Gokudera was playing a dangerous game.
Gokudera took a rattling breath against Yamamoto's ear. "When you come," he ferociously growled. He gave a particularly strong thrust into Yamamoto. Yamamoto shivered-he was so close to coming and with Gokudera right there, nearly threatening him... his gut clenched but he had to withstand it-he could not come yet. But he was so hard it hurt; the pressure Gokudera's hand applied to his length... Yamamoto couldn't decide if it was a welcome pain or pleasure. "You fucking come for me."
Whatever Gokudera did Yamamoto wasn't sure but he did it wonderfully and beautifully. It was impossible to hold it any longer and impossible to let out anything less than a strangled moan accompanied by several gasping noises as he came into Gokudera's hand and over the black leather of the seat. Gokudera's motions became more jerked and he finally stopped all movement; he must have finished as well.
Gokudera flopped down on the other side of the seats, legs spread and hands working on getting the condom off of himself as Yamamoto leaned against the back of the driver's seat, calming down and staring at the white goo decorating his less-than-an-hour-old leather. He sighed. Oh well; it was leather: It would clean off easily.
"Hey, Gokudera." Yamamoto turned to him as he finished fixing himself back into his pants and wiping Yamamoto's come off on a handkerchief from his jacket's breast pocket. He grunted in acknowledgment, pulling out a cigarette and lighter after tossing the cloth to Yamamoto. "Are you seriously jealous of my car?" he asked.
Gokudera choked on the first drag he took and fixed Yamamoto with a baffled stare. "Me? Jealous?" he asked as though the idea was absolutely preposterous. Yamamoto nodded, receiving an, "Of course not, you idiot. You're crazy if you think I'm jealous of a vehicle."
A grin graced Yamamoto's face as he took the handkerchief in hand, cleaning up the mess Gokudera made him leave, and fixed his slacks, re-buckling his belt. "Well then," he began. "If drooling over a new car is all it takes to get you to act like that more often, I may have to start taking out leases."
"If you cause any kind of financial trouble for the Tenth I'll see to it you won't have anything to use for something like this."
Yamamoto chuckled a little bit, climbing upfront to turn the car off and get out. He fixed the seat, reaching a hand back to help Gokudera out. "Any other sports cars you recommend?" he asked. Gokudera straightened himself out, brushing his hair back and blowing out a cloud of smoke.
"I'm telling you. A Ferrari."
"People go pretty fast in those, don't they? How fast do you think you can get?"
Gokudera smirked, taking another drag. "I dunno," he said. "I reckon we can get pretty fast fucking done-er, I mean, I think we can get pretty fucking fast in there."
Yamamoto laughed, earning a hit to the back of the head but he smiled and led the way up to his apartment, locking up his pretty new car with a 'beep'.