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The Katekyou Hitman Reborn! Kink Meme 3!
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In which there is much failing [Part 3/16]

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The ink blurred in front of his eyes as he lost a bit of his focus while he contemplated for a moment how he would look like to Gokudera if he would come home right now, how he would react if he would find Gokudera sprawled over Tsuna's bed, waiting for him, desperately jerking himself off while moaning his name-- Tsuna's hand sped up and he had to moan Gokudera's name right then and suddenly, his eyes caught at one peculiar part near the end of the notes. There, in the middle of a sentence, in the middle of a word, the handwriting suddenly changed from scrawl-like back to its usual orderly forms. The ink preceding that imminent change was smudged, on some places more than on others, while the writing following bore no fault at all.

The sudden image of Gokudera, sitting right over there at his desk, hair put into a sloppy ponytail, glasses on his nose, his hands trembling, flashed through his mind. Letting his eyes fall shut, Tsuna could see him biting his lip, worrying it between his teeth, writing on while his other hand was fisted in his own hair to keep it from wandering off. Tsuna could see him shake his head after his eyes had unwillingly fluttered shut again, cheeks flushed and pupils dilated. And then, then, right when he had been writing that sentence, right when he had been in the middle of writing that word, he had given up, had given in, had let his pen drop out of his hand, had let his other hand drop out of his hair, hadn't even bothered to take his glasses off-- Gokudera would have shoved away from the desk to get a bit more space, would have slid forward to sit on the edge of the chair, wouldn't have wasted more time by taking off his trousers, just tried to get all his belts and buckles and buttons open as fast as possible (and Tsuna knew from experience that that was usually quite a task), would probably have rested his cheek on the surface of the desk, probably right on that sheet of paper where he'd smudged the ink--

Tsuna gasped. That could have happened, had probably happened even, right over there. He imagined the noises Gokudera might have made, the noises Tsuna knew Gokudera made when touched in all the right places, the noise of skin moving against skin, Gokudera's skin moving against Gokudera's skin, imagined the way Gokudera's breathing hitched and his thighs started to tremble slightly shortly before he came, imagined him calling out Tsuna's name as he spilled all over his own hands--

Tsuna flailed around and somehow managed to grab a tissue before shuddering violently and keening and coming inside his trousers. Even with the tissue to get most of it, it was still pretty gross, but Tsuna felt far too spent and content to move right now. He was kind of proud of himself for not getting Gokudera's notes in much more of a mess.

Really, he should move, go wash his hands, put the paper back onto the desk where it belonged, borrow some of Gokudera's underwear and dump his damp ones into the laundry bag too. His mother wouldn't even notice that Tsuna's dirty boxers had somehow gotten mixed up with Gokudera's clothes. Probably. Maybe. Tsuna hoped. He hoped that she at least wouldn't ask him about it. But instead, he just snatched another tissue to somehow clean his hands, let it along with the other just tumble onto the floor and rolled over to make himself more comfortable on the half of the bed that wasn't currently covered in notes.

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