Reborn! Anon Kink Meme!

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The Katekyou Hitman Reborn! Kink Meme 3!
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[anonymous]

That’s probably why Gokudera’s the one on top now, he decides sagely as Gokudera shoves two fingers into Yamamoto’s mouth and rocks into his thigh with a growing note of urgency. Because Gokudera’s the one who cares about things like pride, and looking tough, and not lowering himself to moan and suck on some guy’s fingers like maybe what he’d really want is his dick in his mouth instead--and then he has to wonder a little what Gokudera’d taste like, because he sort of pictures it like gunpowder and smoke except that’d be a little silly. Then Gokudera’s moaning a little too, and cussing again, letting go of his other wrist so he can start undoing the tangle of his own belts that’s too much for Yamamoto to attack even sober. The fingers between his lips stay right where they are, rocking in and out in a steady rhythm until Yamamoto’s hips are jerking in time instinctively and he’s practically whimpering, wondering if Gokudera’ll just hurry it up if he begs. Maybe. More likely Gokudera’d file away the fact that he could make him beg for future use against him and this’d be going even more painstakingly slowly. So instead he just holds his peace, holds his breath, until finally Gokudera jerks his hand back and presses two fingers roughly against him and it seems like maybe Gokudera’s forgotten how to breathe too.

There’s a long tense moment, mutual acknowledged uncertainty (hey, does it go like this, you sure you know what we’re doing?) before Gokudera stiffens his shoulders and curls his lip, all cool confidence and unflustered calm. Never mind that he’s flushed with more than just the alcohol, that he’s hard and panting and fierce and kind of hot like that, arched over Yamamoto looking proud and a little scared at the same time. He has the in-control mask on, so Yamamoto humors him and tips his head back to breathe out a low moan as Gokudera’s slender fingers press into him. For just a moment, he tenses, trying to writhe backwards though the unyielding matress offers no escape. Even through the drunkenness softening out the corners and making everything pleasantly warm and welcoming, it hurts, and he almost tells Gokudera so. It’s the veiled vulnerability in Gokudera’s expression that makes him swallow it and close his eyes. Lots of things have hurt before, and it’s not like a broken arm or a rock shard to the eye or even a blade against his skin. So after a few seconds he relaxes, winding his arms around Gokudera’s shoulders and rocking his hips up into it uncertainly, letting the foreignness fade into the awareness of how close they are and how Gokudera’s watching him with that defensively awkward expression.

“C’mon, c’mon, ‘s okay.”

“Told you to shut the hell up,” Gokudera complains again in a way that sounds more like relief than anything. He bares his teeth, nips Yamamoto’s throat in warning, moves his fingers with gradually building confidence that makes Yamamoto start to groan again and move in time with him. Gokudera bites harder, enough to leave a mark, and that just makes him writhe more. “‘N stop fucking hugging me.”