Back from the dead, then back to hell
I should stop only posting when I finish something for the Anonymous Kink Meme. D: (I live for that community I swear)
Title:That Amber Liquid
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: 805927
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Written for kink meme. They get completely smashed off their faces and fun follows. PWP.
That Amber Liquid
This was really very nice, Tsuna had decided, eyes sliding shut, head lolling back to rest on the top of the leather couch. The pulse of music vibrates deep within his chest, the warm, sluggish alcohol pumps through his veins and flushes across his cheeks; everything seems to move slowly and gently around him. Yes. This was nice. Suddenly Tsuna is very glad that Yamamoto suggested that they take a time out in one of the nicer private rooms in his father's sushi restaurant. After eating all they could, and drinking all they could, Tsuna and Gokudera had collapsed on to the sofa and Yamamoto had left to get more drinks. He had dimmed the lights and quietened the music before he left. For some reason.
'Man, I really drank way too much,' Tsuna thinks fuzzily. And he isn't the only one. Gokudera had burrowed his face in the crook of Tsuna's neck, cheeks flushed and pink against Tsuna's skin. Tsuna notices that Gokudera is sitting weirdly close. Even weirder, he finds that he doesn't mind. He doesn't even twitch when Gokudera moves so he's hugging Tsuna's arm close to his chest. Tsuna just sighs happily when Gokudera starts murmuring into his neck and he even mewls a little when there's a flash of wet tongue against his hot skin.
"You smell nice Juudaime," Gokudera mumbles, and Tsuna shudders at the feeling of dry lips moving against him and shudders again when Gokudera suddenly starts running rough fingertips over his arm. "It's not too hot is it? Is this uncomfortable? Are you thirsty?" And Gokudera wets his lips and Tsuna absentmindedly tilts his head to the side, baring the pale expanse of his neck and allowing Gokudera to move closer.
'Perhaps it's a little too comfortable,' he thinks, but doesn't pay any attention to that thought when Gokudera starts playing with his collarbone and stroking his thumb over it curiously. The combination of the warmth, Gokudera's heavy presence next to him and the hands smoothing over his skin is too much for Tsuna to handle and he groans and something stirs in his stomach.
Gokudera freezes at the sound, fingers stilling and head lifting slightly from Tsuna's neck. Tsuna blinks blearily, not understanding why the nice feeling had stopped. "Gokudera-kun?"
He looks terrified. "F-forgive me Juudaime!" Gokudera starts to move away, but he doesn't seem to have the will to stop touching Tsuna. His fingers linger over Tsuna's neck and trace his jawline. "I shouldn't -" They brush over his chin. "So disrespectful - " They flutter over his cheek. "I...I - " They stumble over Tsuna's lips and Tsuna, emboldened by alcohol, opens his mouth and licks at the long fingers. He tastes sweat and smoke and salt. Gokudera swallows harshly, staring at the fingers pumping slowly and obscenely in and out of Tsuna's mouth, as if he can't believe they're his.
Realising that it's just Gokudera's sense of inferiority obstructing those same fingers running over the crevasses of his body, Tsuna just wraps a hand around Gokudera's arm and tugs him back towards him. "I-It's fine Gokudera-kun," he says with a slur on his words, mumbling around the digits in his mouth. "Do whatever you want."
Gokudera freezes again, but for an entirely different reason. "Do...do you mean that, Juudaime?" he asks, eyes bright, eager, hungry.
Does he? Is it just the alcohol speaking through him? Normally Dame-Tsuna would be having a scheduled panic attack right about now. But with liquid courage thrumming through him and the pool of warmth building in his abdomen, the answer is obvious. So he nods, almost sleepily, and leans back, slick fingers slipping out of his mouth with a wet pop. A thin line of silver shines between his lips and Gokudera's fingers and Gokudera looks absolutely fascinated.
It starts slow. Gokudera awkwardly climbs on to Tsuna's lap and, for a moment, looks as if he doesn't know what he wants to do first. He grasps Tsuna's face in his hands and pulls him forward and kisses him gently, coaxing his mouth open slowly. Tsuna kisses back, teeth bumping and almost stabbing his nose into Gokudera's eye. Gokudera smiles at how cute Tsuna is, but his expression suddenly twists when Tsuna boldly slips his hands under Gokudera's too many shirts. Gokudera jerks when Tsuna starts exploring his stomach, starts drawing cool lines and nonsensical words into hot skin.
"Juudaime," he groans into the kiss and raises his arms as Tsuna struggles to peel the shirts off. Clothes are finally stripped away and he can only gaze reverently at Tsuna's body. They only last so long trying to ignore the growing warmth of their groins and when Gokudera presses his chest to Tsuna's, they bump and the shock of friction make them both grab at each other and cry out. Little sounds that might be Gokudera's name keep escaping Tsuna's mouth as he frantically grinds his hips upwards.
"Are you playing a game without me, Tsuna?" Yamamoto breathes hot and wet into his ear from behind the couch and Tsuna jumps in surprise. They hadn't even noticed the baseball player's arrival. The image of Yamamoto standing in the shadows, watching, honeyed eyes dark with desire, makes Tsuna harder than he could have imagined.
Yamamoto's tongue flicks along the shell of his ear and Tsuna can only groan and reaches up and wraps his arms around Yamamoto's neck. Gokudera pauses in kissing Tsuna's neck and his eyes narrow angrily at the sight of Yamamoto taking advantage of the tenth.
“Get off him baseball-freak,” he says, contemplating whether a well-placed punch was needed.
The swordsman only chuckled irritatingly. “What, scared I’m going to win?” He reaches down and slips his hands into Tsuna’s thin shirt. Blunt fingernails scrape harshly at Tsuna’s nipples and Tsuna arches, eyes wide open, mouth wide open, breath escaping him in wet pants.
It was lewd and obscene. So why did Gokudera’s cock twitch when Yamamoto mouths filthy things into Tsuna’s ears and Tsuna whimpers and thrusts his chest out, dying for pressure.
He can’t afford to lose this game. Gokudera slides down the length of Tsuna’s body and Tsuna’s body laments the loss of Gokudera’s warmth, his legs wrapping involuntary around his right hand man. Gokudera gently pries himself out and kneels at Tsuna’s feet.
He fumbles with Tsuna’s zip.
“Y-Yamamoto,” Tsuna says, moving away from that hot -oh God- sucking mouth to watch what has happening in his pants with interest. Yamamoto places a final kiss on Tsuna’s abused neck and laughs when he sees Gokudera struggling to strip Tsuna of his trousers.
“Gokudera, you have to unbutton it as well,” he says.
Gokudera blinks blearily. Ah, so he did. “No one asked you, you stupid fuck,” he mutters. But he takes Yamamoto’s advice and pulls Tsuna’s pants off in one quick movement.
“Gokudera-kun, what are you-” Then Gokudera looks up at him, luminous green eyes fringed hidden by silver, sweat matted hair. He licks his lips and Tsuna knows. “No, wait Goku-ah!”
Gokudera’s head descends and swallows his erection, murmuring around it. Tsuna keens as the wet slick heat surrounds him completely and he bucks violently against Gokudera’s restraining hands.
“Oh god, oh god,” Tsuna groans, shaking his head frantically from side to side. He needs- he needs something to do with his hands and tangles his fingers in Gokudera’s hair. Gokudera makes a pleased sound deep in his throat, which causes Tsuna to shake and cry out, ”G-goku…ng! I’m going to-”
A sudden pressure on Gokudera’s own crotch causes Gokudera to pull back in alarm. Tsuna collapses on the couch, drawing back from the edge of climax. “Tea-” The words are gummy and Tsuna moistens his lips. “You’re a tease,” he murmurs.
Gokudera turns to face Yamamoto angrily. His lips are bright red and inviting. “What the hell, you freak! I’m busy here-” but he’s cut off with a quick kiss.
“It’s unfair that you do all the work,” Yamamoto says against Gokudera. “I thought you might want some…” He squeezes and Gokudera stiffens and traps the groan in his throat. “…company.”
“Hands off bastard,” Gokudera grinds out, but can’t help thrust shallowly into Yamamoto’s palm. Yamamoto smiles, bright and sharp with triumph.
Suddenly all clothes are off and they are kneeling on the foor. Gokudera and Yamamoto are kissing frantically, urgently, breath coming out in short gasps. Hands, the slender hands of a pianist and the callused ones of an athlete, are everywhere. Tsuna watches, eyes a dark gold even though the heat burning inside him have nothing to do with Dying Will. He stands and Gokudera and Yamamoto part, flushed, thrumming with energy and desire.
Gokudera realises that there is nothing more in the world that he wants other than to feel Tsuna move against him, on him. Yamamoto realises likewise.
“Juudaime,” he says at the same time as Yamamoto says, “Tsuna,” and they both look at each other. Tsuna understands. It could be due to his hyper intuition, or maybe it’s because he wants it too.
Preparation is quick, pain dull thanks to the alcohol. Gokudera grasps at Tsuna’s hips, whispers a small, “Juudaime,” and thrusts forward hesitantly. The tightness and heat is incredible. He thrusts again, deeper, and Tsuna whimpers and tenses. Gokudera’s vision nearly blacks out. “Juudaime,” he says again, voice filled with adoration. His hips snap forward. “Juudamie, Juudaime, Juudaime…”
Gokudera’s words become a dull roar in Tsuna’s head as his dick strokes Tsuna’s insides. He blearily notices Yamamoto kneel in front of him. “Hah…hah…Yamamoto...” Tsuna pants, rocking back and forth feverishly.
“Hey,” Yamamoto says, smile dancing at his lips. “I want to feel you too.”
Tsuna obeys and lowers his head on Yamamoto's crotch. Yamamoto leans back, sighing and groaning and he pets at Tsuna’s hair. Gokudera is completely lost in his own pleasure behind them, pounding into Tsuna frantically. Tsuna nearly bites down on Yamamoto's cock when Gokudera angles his hips in that way and something amazing burns in his abdomen.
Soon, too soon, the heat, the motion becomes too much and Tsuna yells around Yamamoto in his mouth. The upward spiral shatters and he stiffens so much that Gokudera follows him into climax when the pressure becomes overwhelming. Yamamoto is forced to take matters into his own hands when Tsuna collapses, exhausted. It only takes one, two strokes and with a guttural moan, he spills out over his hand.
He falls back against the legs of the couch and tries to restore his breath. Tsuna is unconscious, lying blissed out in the arms of an almost equally tired Gokudera. Somehow, Yamamoto thinks, this will turn into something more than a game.
Title:That Amber Liquid
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: 805927
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Written for kink meme. They get completely smashed off their faces and fun follows. PWP.
That Amber Liquid
This was really very nice, Tsuna had decided, eyes sliding shut, head lolling back to rest on the top of the leather couch. The pulse of music vibrates deep within his chest, the warm, sluggish alcohol pumps through his veins and flushes across his cheeks; everything seems to move slowly and gently around him. Yes. This was nice. Suddenly Tsuna is very glad that Yamamoto suggested that they take a time out in one of the nicer private rooms in his father's sushi restaurant. After eating all they could, and drinking all they could, Tsuna and Gokudera had collapsed on to the sofa and Yamamoto had left to get more drinks. He had dimmed the lights and quietened the music before he left. For some reason.
'Man, I really drank way too much,' Tsuna thinks fuzzily. And he isn't the only one. Gokudera had burrowed his face in the crook of Tsuna's neck, cheeks flushed and pink against Tsuna's skin. Tsuna notices that Gokudera is sitting weirdly close. Even weirder, he finds that he doesn't mind. He doesn't even twitch when Gokudera moves so he's hugging Tsuna's arm close to his chest. Tsuna just sighs happily when Gokudera starts murmuring into his neck and he even mewls a little when there's a flash of wet tongue against his hot skin.
"You smell nice Juudaime," Gokudera mumbles, and Tsuna shudders at the feeling of dry lips moving against him and shudders again when Gokudera suddenly starts running rough fingertips over his arm. "It's not too hot is it? Is this uncomfortable? Are you thirsty?" And Gokudera wets his lips and Tsuna absentmindedly tilts his head to the side, baring the pale expanse of his neck and allowing Gokudera to move closer.
'Perhaps it's a little too comfortable,' he thinks, but doesn't pay any attention to that thought when Gokudera starts playing with his collarbone and stroking his thumb over it curiously. The combination of the warmth, Gokudera's heavy presence next to him and the hands smoothing over his skin is too much for Tsuna to handle and he groans and something stirs in his stomach.
Gokudera freezes at the sound, fingers stilling and head lifting slightly from Tsuna's neck. Tsuna blinks blearily, not understanding why the nice feeling had stopped. "Gokudera-kun?"
He looks terrified. "F-forgive me Juudaime!" Gokudera starts to move away, but he doesn't seem to have the will to stop touching Tsuna. His fingers linger over Tsuna's neck and trace his jawline. "I shouldn't -" They brush over his chin. "So disrespectful - " They flutter over his cheek. "I...I - " They stumble over Tsuna's lips and Tsuna, emboldened by alcohol, opens his mouth and licks at the long fingers. He tastes sweat and smoke and salt. Gokudera swallows harshly, staring at the fingers pumping slowly and obscenely in and out of Tsuna's mouth, as if he can't believe they're his.
Realising that it's just Gokudera's sense of inferiority obstructing those same fingers running over the crevasses of his body, Tsuna just wraps a hand around Gokudera's arm and tugs him back towards him. "I-It's fine Gokudera-kun," he says with a slur on his words, mumbling around the digits in his mouth. "Do whatever you want."
Gokudera freezes again, but for an entirely different reason. "Do...do you mean that, Juudaime?" he asks, eyes bright, eager, hungry.
Does he? Is it just the alcohol speaking through him? Normally Dame-Tsuna would be having a scheduled panic attack right about now. But with liquid courage thrumming through him and the pool of warmth building in his abdomen, the answer is obvious. So he nods, almost sleepily, and leans back, slick fingers slipping out of his mouth with a wet pop. A thin line of silver shines between his lips and Gokudera's fingers and Gokudera looks absolutely fascinated.
It starts slow. Gokudera awkwardly climbs on to Tsuna's lap and, for a moment, looks as if he doesn't know what he wants to do first. He grasps Tsuna's face in his hands and pulls him forward and kisses him gently, coaxing his mouth open slowly. Tsuna kisses back, teeth bumping and almost stabbing his nose into Gokudera's eye. Gokudera smiles at how cute Tsuna is, but his expression suddenly twists when Tsuna boldly slips his hands under Gokudera's too many shirts. Gokudera jerks when Tsuna starts exploring his stomach, starts drawing cool lines and nonsensical words into hot skin.
"Juudaime," he groans into the kiss and raises his arms as Tsuna struggles to peel the shirts off. Clothes are finally stripped away and he can only gaze reverently at Tsuna's body. They only last so long trying to ignore the growing warmth of their groins and when Gokudera presses his chest to Tsuna's, they bump and the shock of friction make them both grab at each other and cry out. Little sounds that might be Gokudera's name keep escaping Tsuna's mouth as he frantically grinds his hips upwards.
"Are you playing a game without me, Tsuna?" Yamamoto breathes hot and wet into his ear from behind the couch and Tsuna jumps in surprise. They hadn't even noticed the baseball player's arrival. The image of Yamamoto standing in the shadows, watching, honeyed eyes dark with desire, makes Tsuna harder than he could have imagined.
Yamamoto's tongue flicks along the shell of his ear and Tsuna can only groan and reaches up and wraps his arms around Yamamoto's neck. Gokudera pauses in kissing Tsuna's neck and his eyes narrow angrily at the sight of Yamamoto taking advantage of the tenth.
“Get off him baseball-freak,” he says, contemplating whether a well-placed punch was needed.
The swordsman only chuckled irritatingly. “What, scared I’m going to win?” He reaches down and slips his hands into Tsuna’s thin shirt. Blunt fingernails scrape harshly at Tsuna’s nipples and Tsuna arches, eyes wide open, mouth wide open, breath escaping him in wet pants.
It was lewd and obscene. So why did Gokudera’s cock twitch when Yamamoto mouths filthy things into Tsuna’s ears and Tsuna whimpers and thrusts his chest out, dying for pressure.
He can’t afford to lose this game. Gokudera slides down the length of Tsuna’s body and Tsuna’s body laments the loss of Gokudera’s warmth, his legs wrapping involuntary around his right hand man. Gokudera gently pries himself out and kneels at Tsuna’s feet.
He fumbles with Tsuna’s zip.
“Y-Yamamoto,” Tsuna says, moving away from that hot -oh God- sucking mouth to watch what has happening in his pants with interest. Yamamoto places a final kiss on Tsuna’s abused neck and laughs when he sees Gokudera struggling to strip Tsuna of his trousers.
“Gokudera, you have to unbutton it as well,” he says.
Gokudera blinks blearily. Ah, so he did. “No one asked you, you stupid fuck,” he mutters. But he takes Yamamoto’s advice and pulls Tsuna’s pants off in one quick movement.
“Gokudera-kun, what are you-” Then Gokudera looks up at him, luminous green eyes fringed hidden by silver, sweat matted hair. He licks his lips and Tsuna knows. “No, wait Goku-ah!”
Gokudera’s head descends and swallows his erection, murmuring around it. Tsuna keens as the wet slick heat surrounds him completely and he bucks violently against Gokudera’s restraining hands.
“Oh god, oh god,” Tsuna groans, shaking his head frantically from side to side. He needs- he needs something to do with his hands and tangles his fingers in Gokudera’s hair. Gokudera makes a pleased sound deep in his throat, which causes Tsuna to shake and cry out, ”G-goku…ng! I’m going to-”
A sudden pressure on Gokudera’s own crotch causes Gokudera to pull back in alarm. Tsuna collapses on the couch, drawing back from the edge of climax. “Tea-” The words are gummy and Tsuna moistens his lips. “You’re a tease,” he murmurs.
Gokudera turns to face Yamamoto angrily. His lips are bright red and inviting. “What the hell, you freak! I’m busy here-” but he’s cut off with a quick kiss.
“It’s unfair that you do all the work,” Yamamoto says against Gokudera. “I thought you might want some…” He squeezes and Gokudera stiffens and traps the groan in his throat. “…company.”
“Hands off bastard,” Gokudera grinds out, but can’t help thrust shallowly into Yamamoto’s palm. Yamamoto smiles, bright and sharp with triumph.
Suddenly all clothes are off and they are kneeling on the foor. Gokudera and Yamamoto are kissing frantically, urgently, breath coming out in short gasps. Hands, the slender hands of a pianist and the callused ones of an athlete, are everywhere. Tsuna watches, eyes a dark gold even though the heat burning inside him have nothing to do with Dying Will. He stands and Gokudera and Yamamoto part, flushed, thrumming with energy and desire.
Gokudera realises that there is nothing more in the world that he wants other than to feel Tsuna move against him, on him. Yamamoto realises likewise.
“Juudaime,” he says at the same time as Yamamoto says, “Tsuna,” and they both look at each other. Tsuna understands. It could be due to his hyper intuition, or maybe it’s because he wants it too.
Preparation is quick, pain dull thanks to the alcohol. Gokudera grasps at Tsuna’s hips, whispers a small, “Juudaime,” and thrusts forward hesitantly. The tightness and heat is incredible. He thrusts again, deeper, and Tsuna whimpers and tenses. Gokudera’s vision nearly blacks out. “Juudaime,” he says again, voice filled with adoration. His hips snap forward. “Juudamie, Juudaime, Juudaime…”
Gokudera’s words become a dull roar in Tsuna’s head as his dick strokes Tsuna’s insides. He blearily notices Yamamoto kneel in front of him. “Hah…hah…Yamamoto...” Tsuna pants, rocking back and forth feverishly.
“Hey,” Yamamoto says, smile dancing at his lips. “I want to feel you too.”
Tsuna obeys and lowers his head on Yamamoto's crotch. Yamamoto leans back, sighing and groaning and he pets at Tsuna’s hair. Gokudera is completely lost in his own pleasure behind them, pounding into Tsuna frantically. Tsuna nearly bites down on Yamamoto's cock when Gokudera angles his hips in that way and something amazing burns in his abdomen.
Soon, too soon, the heat, the motion becomes too much and Tsuna yells around Yamamoto in his mouth. The upward spiral shatters and he stiffens so much that Gokudera follows him into climax when the pressure becomes overwhelming. Yamamoto is forced to take matters into his own hands when Tsuna collapses, exhausted. It only takes one, two strokes and with a guttural moan, he spills out over his hand.
He falls back against the legs of the couch and tries to restore his breath. Tsuna is unconscious, lying blissed out in the arms of an almost equally tired Gokudera. Somehow, Yamamoto thinks, this will turn into something more than a game.