Boy, Interrupted
Title: Boy, Interrupted
Author: villanelle_koi
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: Tsuna/Gokudera [2759]
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The problem, Tsuna quickly discovered, was not wooing the object of his affections. That was already taken care of. No, the problem was how to get said object alone long enough to take care of both their teenaged hormones to the satisfaction of both parties. [for dual_avi]
Disclaimer: So not mine it makes me emo. But not really. ;~;
Notes: Yeah. This is my first time writing a KHR fic, actually . . . . and I have to say, it was one hell of a lot of fun. If I wasn't as into the fandom/pairing before as I could have been, I believe it's safe to say that I AM NOW. As it's my first time writing for this fandom, please forgive characterization errors . . . . enjoy!
Boy, Interrupted
"Juudaime?" Gokudera poked his head into Tsuna's room, wearing that eager grin the other boy had become so used to seeing. "I heard you were asking for me!"
"Um. Y-yeah," Tsuna said nervously, looking at his lap and fidgeting.
"So, what did you want me for?" the silver-haired boy said cheerfully, walking in and kneeling in front of him.
Tsuna blushed furiously at Gokudera's wording and glared at the room in general. He was sure Reborn was around here somewhere; he always was, after all. Stupid Reborn. He just had to threaten Tsuna with the Dying Will bullet, didn't he . . . .
"Juudaime?"
Tsuna snapped back to the present at Gokudera's question, his blush growing even deeper. "Ah, yes?"
"You wanted something from me?" And there was that eager-to-please puppy look Tsuna knew so well by now.
"W-well, um," Tsuna stammered. "I. Ah. I."
Gokudera just would not stop smiling at him!
Finally Tsuna looked down to his lap again. "You'd - you'd do anything for me, right?" he mumbled. Oh. Well, that wasn't the worst thing to say ever, sure.
"Of course, Juudaime!" Gokudera said enthusiastically.
"Then. Um. D'you - d'you think maybe . . . . maybe . . . ." Tsuna trailed off, blushing still deeper. He hadn't known it was even possible to go this red.
Gokudera waited expectantly.
There was the sound of a pistol being cocked, and immediately Tsuna panicked. "Couldyoumaybeteachmeaboutsexplease!" he blurted out desperately.
Silence.
Then, "Juudaime?"
"Y-yes?" Tsuna chanced a glance at his friend.
"Could you repeat that? I didn't understand what you were saying."
Great. He had to say it again. Tsuna took a deep breath - he'd said it once, he could say it again, he could so do this - and slowly, anxiously, murmured, "Could you . . . . I mean, if you wanted to . . . . and if it's really okay . . . . maybe . . . . please . . . . teach me what. Um. What . . . . what sex is like?" The last part was no more than a tiny whisper.
More silence. Tsuna bowed his head, feeling more humiliated than he ever had in his whole life.
There was a small choking sound, and Tsuna looked up to see Gokudera hit the floor in a dead faint.
--
Gokudera let out a small groan, opening his eyes slowly.
Tsuna breathed a sigh of relief. "Are you all right, Gokudera-kun?" he asked. "I'm sorry . . . . I -"
Gokudera took one look at him, yelped, and suddenly Tsuna found the other boy prostrating himself on the floor before him. "Juudaime! I'm sorry!" he cried.
"Um. What . . . . for?" Tsuna replied, utterly confused.
"I'm not even fit to lay eyes on you, Juudaime!" Gokudera yelled, bowing even lower, if that were possible. "Forgive my indiscretion! I can't believe I even dared to dream such a thing!"
"Dream . . . . what?"
"It's not fit for your ears to hear, Juudaime! Please forgive me!"
"N-never mind that," Tsuna assured him nervously. "What, um, what did you dream about?"
"Forgive me, Juudaime," Gokudera half-wailed.
"Gokudera-kun, just tell me!" Tsuna cried in frustration.
Gokudera froze, then slumped. "I . . . . I dreamed that you . . . . made a proposal, Juudaime."
"What sort of proposal?" Tsuna asked.
"You . . . . you . . . . you asked me to have . . . . sexual relations with you, Juudaime," Gokudera stammered. "Please, forgive me!"
"Um. Gokudera-kun," Tsuna mumbled. "That . . . . wasn't a dream."
The other boy raised his head a little. "J-Juudaime?"
Tsuna hesitated, but then he heard the pistol being cocked again, and hastily he ducked his head, mumbling, "I really did ask you for that, Gokudera-kun."
Gokudera sat up slowly, staring at him wide-eyed. Tsuna flushed deeply, muttering, "F-forget it, Gokudera-kun. I . . . . I shouldn't have ask-"
"You want me, Juudaime?" Gokudera asked hoarsely.
"Um. Yes?" Tsuna half-squeaked.
There was another long pause. Finally Tsuna mumbled awkwardly, "Please don't faint agai-"
"I'm not worthy, Juudaime!" Gokudera cried, prostrating himself again. "S-such an honor!"
"Wait. You . . . . don't mind?" Tsuna said incredulously.
Gokudera sat up again, that same familiar look of utter adoration in his eyes. "To have Juudaime ask such a thing of me is truly an honor. I would - I would be happy to do so."
"R-really?"
Gokudera nodded, smiling broadly.
"Oh. Well. I." Tsuna blushed, looking down. "Okay."
There was yet another of those long, awkward pauses. Then Gokudera said, tentatively, "How would you like to have me, Juudaime?"
"Ah - I - ah -" A small part of Tsuna's brain died at that question. "However you want?" he finally managed.
Gokudera nodded, moving slowly to sit on the bed beside Tsuna. "Juudaime, have you ever . . . . ?"
". . . . No. Have you . . . . ?"
It was Gokudera's turn to blush and look away. "Ah . . . . no, Juudaime."
"Oh," Tsuna said quietly.
"But Shamal taught me all about eroticism!" he continued enthusiastically. "So you don't have to worry!"
"Somehow that isn't comforting," Tsuna muttered, but he allowed Gokudera to push him back onto the bed gently.
They stared at each other for a few moments, before Gokudera asked softly, "Juudaime, are you sure you . . . . ?"
Tsuna nodded. "Yeah. Just . . . . just do it, please?"
Gokudera nodded, gently slipping Tsuna's vest off and then starting to work on the buttons of the other boy's shirt. Tsuna swallowed nervously and began to fumble with Gokudera's clothes in return.
"Tsuna?" his mother called. "You have a guest! Kyoko-chan is here!"
Both boys froze. Later, Tsuna would reflect on just how fast Gokudera got their clothes back in place and sat down at the table as though nothing had happened with a kind of wondering awe; at the time, however, he was just glad that nothing appeared out of the ordinary when Kyoko walked in, smiling innocently.
As Tsuna glanced forlornly to his lap, he realized that this was quite possibly one of the most humiliating moments of his life. And to think, nobody was even there to see his shame.
--
As it turned out, Tsuna wasn't able to catch another moment of solitude with Gokudera for a few days after that awkward confession and even more awkward moment of nearly being caught. A few times he wondered if it had even happened at all, but then Gokudera would turn and smile at him, and Tsuna would catch himself smiling back in a goofy, happy, my-bones-are-melting sort of way. There was something else in Gokudera's eyes now, some new level of affection that Tsuna hadn't seen before.
Still, he didn't have another opportunity to talk with Gokudera about what had (not) happened for a little while after that, just to sneak a few subtle touches and furtive kisses when no one else was looking. Of course, those weren't bad, just . . . . secretive.
Yeah.
It was the weekend now; both of them were at Yamamoto's place, picking at the remains of the sushi their friend's father had given them. "He's at baseball practice," the man had said when they'd asked about Yamamoto, then insisted that them staying to wait was no trouble at all.
So they waited. And waited. And waited.
Tsuna was feeling a little uncomfortable by now. Gokudera was right there, and all they were doing was just sitting and waiting . . . .
"Hey. Juudaime," Gokudera mumbled at last.
"Mmm?" Tsuna looked over at the other boy.
Gokudera met his eyes almost shyly. "May I kiss you?"
Tsuna's eyes went wide, and he flushed hotly, scooting away. "B-b-but -"
Instantly Gokudera's expression became one of shame, and he prostrated himself on the floor. "F-forgive me, Juudaime! I shouldn't have asked! To have presumed such a thing -"
"N-no, Gokudera-kun, it's all right!" Tsuna said hastily. "I just -"
Gokudera looked at him expectantly and with just a trace of hope.
Tsuna flushed, mumbling, "I don't mind you kissing me, Gokudera-kun."
Gokudera paused, and then the most radiant smile Tsuna had ever seen spread on his face. The next thing Tsuna knew he'd been swept up into the other boy's arms, Gokudera's lips pressing to his warmly.
After the initial moment of shock, Tsuna started struggling to push Gokudera away. "I - w-wait - Gokudera-kun!" he gasped.
"What is it, Juudaime?" Gokudera asked anxiously, pausing.
"I . . . . we . . . . this is Yamamoto's house!" Tsuna protested weakly. "Wh-what if he comes home?"
Gokudera grinned. "Is that all, Juudaime? Don't worry, the baseball freak's so dedicated to that stupid sport he probably won't be back for hours."
Any protest Tsuna might have made to this was effectively silenced by Gokudera leaning in to press their lips together again. This time, after a few moments of sitting there like a statue, Tsuna shrugged mentally and settled into the kiss. Gokudera made an approving sound as Tsuna responded to him, his tongue tracing over the other boy's lips.
It took a few minutes for Tsuna to figure out what Gokudera wanted, but once he had he opened his mouth willingly. Gokudera's tongue swept into his mouth; the kiss wasn't perfect, in fact it was rather sloppy, but it still felt wonderful.
"G-Gokudera-kun," Tsuna mumbled in protest when they broke off the kiss.
"Yes, Juudaime?" the other boy replied, electing to start his lips on working their way along Tsuna's neck now.
"W-we really shouldn't," Tsuna moaned. Really, though, what with the sort of things Gokudera's hands and lips were doing, he doubted that he really cared at this point, and even if he did, at this rate he certainly wouldn't for much longer -
The front door opened, and Yamamoto's voice called, "I'm home, old man!"
Instantly the two boys sprang apart, panting. When Yamamoto walked in, they were refusing to look at each other and fiddling with whatever was available, looking flushed and rather rumpled. "Hey, guys! Were you waiting for me to get back?"
Tsuna nodded, staring resolutely at the table.
Yamamoto frowned a little, looking concerned. "Is something wrong?"
"N-no!" Tsuna stammered hastily. "Nothing at all! Wh-why do you ask?"
"You two seem a little . . . . off," Yamamoto replied. "What's going on?"
"What's going on is that you made us wait for practically an eternity, bastard," Gokudera replied coolly, inspecting his nails. "Took you long enough to get back here."
"Ah, right, I'm sorry about that," Yamamoto laughed, and seemed to accept that excuse. Tsuna breathed a sigh of relief.
--
Tsuna was understandably frustrated by this point. After all, what he really wanted right now was for his right-hand man to tear off his clothes and ravish him, said right-hand man was perfectly amenable to said ravishing, and yet somehow Tsuna was still unravished.
Sexual frustration sucked. Hardcore. And not in the good way.
After a week of having to put up with this, Tsuna was desperate. It really wasn't helping that Gokudera was only getting more attractive (at least, it seemed that he was) every single day. Tsuna could hardly even look at him when they were in the same vicinity for fear of getting into a rather embarrassing - as well as potentially compromising - situation. Getting turned on in the middle of the teacher's lecture was not a good idea in any way, shape or form.
Which is why, when Gokudera skipped out on class halfway through one day, the young Vongola heir ran after him, and ended up half-dragging his subordinate out to the school roof. Grades be damned, propriety be damned, Tsuna needed his some and he needed it now.
"Juudaime?" Gokudera asked uncertainly as they stumbled onto the roof, his expression confused.
Tsuna let go of Gokudera's hand and turned to him with a pleading look. "Please, Gokudera-kun," he said softly. "I'm going crazy here, pl-please?"
"Please . . . . what, Juudaime?"
Tsuna let out a small noise of frustration and pressed his lips to Gokudera's quickly, pulling back again a moment later. "Come on, Gokudera-kun," he groaned. "I need -"
Tsuna didn't get the chance to finish that sentence. Gokudera smiled, pulling his boss back to him and easing his lips over the other boy's.
Tsuna let out a pleasured little sound as Gokudera adjusted his grip so he was holding him more securely, settling into the silver-haired boy's arms contentedly. Gokudera's tongue flicked against his mouth; remembering the last time, Tsuna opened his lips. The kiss was still a little sloppy, but better than the one they'd had at (Tsuna still blushed to remember, when his mind wasn't on . . . . other things) Yamamoto's house.
Gokudera slowly sank to the ground, pulling Tsuna with him and not breaking the kiss. The young Vongola heir didn't resist as he was gently pushed back against the concrete, Gokudera's weight settling over him comfortably. Gokudera broke the kiss then, trailing his lips along Tsuna's jawline, down his neck, across his collarbone. A hand dipped down the front of Tsuna's pants gently, and he gasped pleasurably.
"You . . . ." A cool voice drifted to Tsuna's ears. Instantly he froze, then sat up, pushing Gokudera away as he did.
Hibari Kyoya looked as utterly calm as usual, but that only made him more menacing. "You would dare to defile Namimori Middle School with such immoral acts," he said softly, tightening his grip on his tonfas. "I'll bite you to death."
If Tsuna and Gokudera both screamed in a distinctly unmasculine manner at that moment, they couldn't be faulted for it. Besides, even if they did, neither of them was ever telling.
--
"Are you all right, Juudaime?"
Tsuna nodded, smiling to reassure Gokudera that he was all right. "Yeah. Keep going?"
"All right . . . ." Gokudera swallowed nervously, pressing lube-slicked fingers at Tsuna's entrance. "You're sure you're up to it? You're not still in pain from the beating we got from Hibari last week? You -"
"Gokudera-kun, I swear I'm fine," Tsuna half-whined. "I think I'm gonna explode if you make me wait any longer . . . ."
"....All right, Juudaime. Tell me if you want to stop, okay?" Gently Gokudera pressed a finger into Tsuna's body, then another, and another a few minutes later, stretching him out carefully. "Does it hurt?"
"A - a little," Tsuna mumbled. At the look on Gokudera's face he quickly added, "It's not much, I'm fine, keep going. Please?"
Gokudera hesitated, then nodded, beginning to stretch Tsuna with his fingers again. The Vongola heir shifted uncomfortably, wincing once or twice, but gradually his discomfort faded. In fact, it had actually started feeling sort of good . . . . Tsuna moaned softly as Gokudera's fingers brushed up against something good.
Gokudera paused. "Juudaime?"
"I'm fine," Tsuna mumbled, shifting to press against the other boy's fingers. "I . . . . nn . . . . I think I'm okay. Can we . . . . ?"
Gokudera nodded and pulled his fingers from Tsuna gently, wiping them on the sheets before positioning himself at the other boy's entrance. "Are you sure, Juudaime?" he asked again.
Tsuna nodded, pulling Gokudera down for a kiss. "C'mon, just do it," he murmured softly.
Gokudera nodded, taking a deep breath and beginning to push into Tsuna. The other boy winced, letting out a soft yelp of pain; this felt so much bigger, fuller, more painful than Gokudera's fingers had. If Tsuna were the swearing type, he'd probably have let loose a "fuck" or two; as it was, though, he just stifled a whimper or two and tried to bear with it.
The instant Tsuna cried out, though, Gokudera froze. Utterly froze. The Vongola heir looked up after a few moments, confused. "Gokudera-kun?"
Gokudera didn't reply. His eyes were wide, his expression horrified. "Ju . . . . Juudaime . . . ."
Tsuna pushed himself up on his elbows a little. "Go-"
"Forgive me, Juudaime!" Gokudera pulled himself away from Tsuna as if he'd been burned, bolting to the window and tossing himself from it without a trace of hesitation, still naked.
"G-Gokudera-kun!"
--
Tsuna opened the door. "Ah, Gokudera-kun!"
The other boy averted his eyes. An awkward silence filtered through the atmosphere, until finally he muttered, "May I come in, Juudaime?"
"Of - of course!" Tsuna held the door open, standing aside for his friend. Gokudera stumbled in; Tsuna noticed with a guilty pang that he was still limping a little from his fall. Those bandageds didn't help at all for the general effect, either. "Sh-should you really be up and about so soon?" he asked nervously.
Gokudera wouldn't meet his eyes. "This is nothing, Juudaime," he mumbled.
"You're sure you're okay?"
"I-I'm fine, Juudaime. I am honored by your concern." Gokudera looked at the floor, scuffing a foot against it. "I don't deserve your well wishes."
"What are you talking about?" Tsuna asked, confused.
Gokudera scuffed his foot again. "I hurt you, Juudaime," he said softly, at last.
"You - are you still feeling guilty about that?" Tsuna said, shocked. "But Gokudera-kun-"
"It's my duty to protect you, Juudaime," Gokudera replied over Tsuna's protest. "Instead I hurt you. I'm a failure as your guardian and as your right-hand man -"
"But that's stupid!" Tsuna protested. "I'm really all right, Gokudera-kun, honestly I -"
"Ah, Gokudera-kun! You've come over again?" Nana poked her head out into the foyer, smiling. "It's so nice to see you! Would you like something to eat?"
"Ah . . . ." Tsuna glanced between his mother and his friend nervously. "Mom, is it all right if we go to my room? Gokudera-kun and I have things to talk about . . . ."
"All right, Tsuna," she said, waving them off with a smile. "Come back down when you get hungry."
"Yeah, we will," he said, smiling as he started up the stairs, Gokudera trailing after him.
"Have fun, boys!" Nana called as they walked into Tsuna's room.
"Thanks, mom!" he replied, then closed the door and sighed. "Um, where were we?"
"I'm a failure as your subordinate, guardian and right-hand-man," Gokudera reminded him morosely, seating himself on one of the cushions around Tsuna's table.
"You're not," Tsuna protested with a sigh, sitting down by his friend.
"If you're so ashamed, Gokudera," Reborn threw in from his place on the windowsill (Tsuna yelped in surprise and looked around, glaring at him), "then why are you here?"
"To apologize to the Tenth for doing such a thing, and ask his forgiveness," Gokudera replied dismally, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Tsuna blinked. "Um. Well. I . . . . forgive you?" he said, a little uncertainly. "Now can we please get past this? I'd kind of like to keep going where we left off. If Reborn will give us a little privacy, anyway," and here he aimed a wary glance at his mentor.
"All right, I'll let you handle it, Tsuna. Ciaossu!" Reborn leapt from the windowsill, Leon transforming into a hot air balloon as he did. The pair of them slowly drifted up and away.
Tsuna watched them go for a few moments, then turned back to Gokudera. "So. Gokudera-kun. Can we . . . . ?"
"Absolutely not," Gokudera grumbled. "I'm not hurting you again, Juudaime."
"But - it's fine, Gokudera-kun, I want you to!" Tsuna protested. Then he considered what he'd just said, and added, "Well, not to hurt me, but you know what I -"
"See? You don't want to be hurt again, either," Gokudera cut him off.
"Come on, please?"
"No. I won't."
"But I'm asking you to . . . ."
"I won't take the chance of hurting you again, Juudaime!"
"Then I'll do it!" Tsuna cried in frustration. "Just, please, can we please try having sex again?"
Gokudera paused. "You would be on top?"
Tsuna sighed, blushing deeply as he muttered, "Sure."
"And I would take the brunt of the pain?"
That phrase made Tsuna feel a little nervous. "W-well, it wasn't that bad, I mean, I'm sure you -" he babbled.
"I'll do it," Gokudera said decisively, standing up with a determined smile. "It would be an honor to take the pain in place of my Juudaime."
"I - you -" Tsuna gave up. "You're impossible," he muttered to himself.
"Juudaime?"
"Nothing!" he said hastily with a nervous laugh.
Gokudera smiled expectantly.
After a few minutes, Tsuna asked anxiously, "Um . . . . what am I supposed to do?"
Gokudera appeared to contemplate this for a moment. "I believe it would probably be a good idea to move to the bed first, Juudaime," he offered.
"O-oh. Right." Tsuna got up and walked over to the bed, sitting down by Gokudera. "Ah . . . . what now?"
Gokudera hesitated. "Would you . . . . like me to guide you through it, Juudaime?" he said slowly. "As I said, Shamal taught me about it . . . ."
"W-well - um -" Tsuna wasn't very inclined to trust Dr. Shamal's advice, but it was better than nothing, perhaps. "Okay," he mumbled.
"All right. First, of course, we should probably remove our clothes," Gokudera said with a small smile.
"Ah. Right." Tsuna started pulling off his clothing, noticing Gokudera doing the same thing from his peripheral vision.
When they'd finished undressing, Gokudera reached over to pull a small tube from his pants pocket, handing it to Tsuna, and then leaned back on the sheets of Tsuna's bed.
"Um . . . . what's this?"
"It's lubricant, Juudaime. Shamal told me that you use it to prepare your partner. You should squeeze some on your hands and rub it on your fingers."
"Okay. Um. Like this?" Tsuna asked nervously, squeezing some of the lubricant into his palm and spreading it over his fingers.
"Yes, Juudaime. After you've finished that, you should stretch me out down here." Gokudera spread his legs apart, gesturing down to his entrance. Tsuna thought he felt a nosebleed coming on. "You remember how I did it? Slowly, one finger at a time."
Tsuna nodded, swallowing nervously and crawling over to Gokudera. "Just - just tell me if you don't like it, okay?"
Gokudera smiled warmly. "Of course, Juudaime. Thank you."
Tsuna bit his lip and nodded again, pressing a finger to Gokudera's entrance and then pushing it inside. Gokudera groaned softly, and he glanced up worriedly, but the other boy shook his head. "Go ahead."
"'Kay," Tsuna said uncertainly, pressing another finger inside and beginning to move them in and out of Gokudera. It was a bit of a strange feeling, putting his fingers inside Gokudera, watching him react. The other boy let out a few grunts and screwed up his face once or twice, but for the most part he didn't protest, even when Tsuna added another finger.
"Well, I, I think that's pretty good," Tsuna mumbled after a few minutes, pulling his fingers out. "Um. Are you . . . . are you ready, d'you think?"
Gokudera nodded, shifting his legs a little further apart. "Go on, Juudaime," he murmured.
That was a very nice view, Tsuna had to admit. After a few moments of gawking, he snapped back to reality, and moved to position himself awkwardly above Gokudera, lifting the other boy's legs over his shoulders. "It's - it's going to hurt a bit," he warned shakily. "Tell me if - if you don't want to -"
"Thank you, Juudaime," Gokudera cut him off gently. "Please?"
Tsuna bit his lip, nodded, and guided himself to Gokudera's entrance, pushing in slowly. Gokudera winced, letting out a small grunt of pain. "Are - are you okay, Gokudera-kun?" Tsuna asked, halting his movements.
Gokudera gritted his teeth and nodded. "Just - just do it, Juudaime," he groaned. "I'm fine."
Tsuna nodded anxiously, slowly moving forward until he was fully inside Gokudera. He stopped there, panting, waiting for Gokudera to adjust. "Is it . . . . wrong to say that this feels really, really good?" he mumbled tentatively.
Gokudera smiled, though the expression was still pained. "There is no higher compliment than pleasing the boss," he muttered in reply.
Tsuna blushed at that. "Just - just tell me when you feel like we can keep going, okay?" Though really, he didn't know what he was going to do if Gokudera didn't adjust to this soon. It felt far better than anything he'd ever experienced, and certainly he didn't think he was going to last very long like this . . . . and he wanted Gokudera to feel good, too.
At last the other boy nodded. "I'm all right now, Juudaime," he murmured.
Tsuna breathed a sigh of relief and slowly, awkwardly, started to move. The motions were still unfamiliar, rough, but soon enough he had a fair rhythm going. Soon Gokudera had stopped wincing and was moving with Tsuna's rhythm, moaning softly. Tsuna reached down, tentatively taking hold of Gokudera's arousal and slowly stroking it, and suddenly Gokudera was screaming his name and arching up against him, a heavy white liquid coating his fingers -
And then he felt Gokudera clenching down around him and it was too much, he couldn't hold on -
And, quite suddenly, it was over, and they were just a pair of sweaty boys tangled together none too comfortably on a small bed. Tsuna groaned softly, pulling out of Gokudera and rolling off the other boy. Gokudera mumbled some incoherent protest at this, reaching out to pull Tsuna close again.
"That was . . . . quick," Tsuna murmured tiredly into Gokudera's neck, cuddling close to him. "Did I do okay?"
"You were magnificent, Juudaime," Gokudera replied, sounding just as exhausted as he was.
"Mmm. You know, I think that was the first time you addressed me as something other than 'Juudaime'," Tsuna mumbled.
"Mm?"
"You called me Tsuna. When you . . . . you know." Tsuna blushed, unable to bring himself to say it.
"Ah, I - I did?" Suddenly Gokudera sounded very embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Juudaime, I shouldn't have -"
"I liked it," Tsuna said softly, before Gokudera could get carried away. "I wouldn't mind hearing you call me that again . . . ."
Gokudera paused. Then he murmured, "But you are the Juudaime . . . . it would be improper to call you anything else . . . ."
"Mmm, I guess," Tsuna yawned, too tired to argue the point. "But, I mean . . . . like this. It'd be nice."
Another pause. Then, "You would like to . . . . to do this with me again?"
Tsuna blinked. "Why wouldn't I . . . . ? I wouldn't have asked you in the first place if I didn't want to . . . ."
Gokudera didn't say anything, but his embrace grew just a little tighter.
"Oi. Gokudera," Tsuna mumbled, yawning again. He hadn't expected to be this tired afterwards . . . .
"Y-yes, Juudaime?"
"Did . . . ." Tsuna fidgeted a little. "Did it feel good?"
"Ah . . . . well . . . . yes. It did. Better than anything," Gokudera said slowly.
"Could I try bottoming next time, then?"
"No."
"Wh-what? But - you said it feels good -"
"But it still hurts! I told you I wouldn't allow that to happen to you, Juudaime!"
"But I want to know what it feels like!"
"Would you like to use your Dying Will to find out?"
"R-REBORN?! When did you get back here?"
"Just now. Ciaossu. So, would you like to use your Dying Will, Tsuna?"
"NO! I-I'm fine, thank you! Please don't do that!"
~Fin~
End Notes: This thing was a ton of fun, yes, but it was also a little bitch to get out. Honestly, I ended up getting blocked for certain parts but ohhhh, I just knew I could do others, and what ended up happening is I would put whatever part I was being blocked on in brackets and move on to the next point. This is seriously one of my notes: [blahblah insert makeout scene here C'MON I'M IN THE ZONE I CAN'T LET A DAMN KISS BREAK MY STRIDE]. That's not even the most amusing one, but you get the idea. It was a bit of a meanie to me.
On the other hand, I think I can now say that I'm pretty firmly in the KHR/5927 camp. This was too much fun for me NOT to be, man. I think I'm gonna actually end up writing other oneshots based off this one, too. CURSE YOU, DUAL. Who, by the way, I adore/loathe for giving me so many awesome prompts/ideas to play with for these pretty boys. *croons over them*
Author: villanelle_koi
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: Tsuna/Gokudera [2759]
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The problem, Tsuna quickly discovered, was not wooing the object of his affections. That was already taken care of. No, the problem was how to get said object alone long enough to take care of both their teenaged hormones to the satisfaction of both parties. [for dual_avi]
Disclaimer: So not mine it makes me emo. But not really. ;~;
Notes: Yeah. This is my first time writing a KHR fic, actually . . . . and I have to say, it was one hell of a lot of fun. If I wasn't as into the fandom/pairing before as I could have been, I believe it's safe to say that I AM NOW. As it's my first time writing for this fandom, please forgive characterization errors . . . . enjoy!
Boy, Interrupted
"Juudaime?" Gokudera poked his head into Tsuna's room, wearing that eager grin the other boy had become so used to seeing. "I heard you were asking for me!"
"Um. Y-yeah," Tsuna said nervously, looking at his lap and fidgeting.
"So, what did you want me for?" the silver-haired boy said cheerfully, walking in and kneeling in front of him.
Tsuna blushed furiously at Gokudera's wording and glared at the room in general. He was sure Reborn was around here somewhere; he always was, after all. Stupid Reborn. He just had to threaten Tsuna with the Dying Will bullet, didn't he . . . .
"Juudaime?"
Tsuna snapped back to the present at Gokudera's question, his blush growing even deeper. "Ah, yes?"
"You wanted something from me?" And there was that eager-to-please puppy look Tsuna knew so well by now.
"W-well, um," Tsuna stammered. "I. Ah. I."
Gokudera just would not stop smiling at him!
Finally Tsuna looked down to his lap again. "You'd - you'd do anything for me, right?" he mumbled. Oh. Well, that wasn't the worst thing to say ever, sure.
"Of course, Juudaime!" Gokudera said enthusiastically.
"Then. Um. D'you - d'you think maybe . . . . maybe . . . ." Tsuna trailed off, blushing still deeper. He hadn't known it was even possible to go this red.
Gokudera waited expectantly.
There was the sound of a pistol being cocked, and immediately Tsuna panicked. "Couldyoumaybeteachmeaboutsexplease!" he blurted out desperately.
Silence.
Then, "Juudaime?"
"Y-yes?" Tsuna chanced a glance at his friend.
"Could you repeat that? I didn't understand what you were saying."
Great. He had to say it again. Tsuna took a deep breath - he'd said it once, he could say it again, he could so do this - and slowly, anxiously, murmured, "Could you . . . . I mean, if you wanted to . . . . and if it's really okay . . . . maybe . . . . please . . . . teach me what. Um. What . . . . what sex is like?" The last part was no more than a tiny whisper.
More silence. Tsuna bowed his head, feeling more humiliated than he ever had in his whole life.
There was a small choking sound, and Tsuna looked up to see Gokudera hit the floor in a dead faint.
--
Gokudera let out a small groan, opening his eyes slowly.
Tsuna breathed a sigh of relief. "Are you all right, Gokudera-kun?" he asked. "I'm sorry . . . . I -"
Gokudera took one look at him, yelped, and suddenly Tsuna found the other boy prostrating himself on the floor before him. "Juudaime! I'm sorry!" he cried.
"Um. What . . . . for?" Tsuna replied, utterly confused.
"I'm not even fit to lay eyes on you, Juudaime!" Gokudera yelled, bowing even lower, if that were possible. "Forgive my indiscretion! I can't believe I even dared to dream such a thing!"
"Dream . . . . what?"
"It's not fit for your ears to hear, Juudaime! Please forgive me!"
"N-never mind that," Tsuna assured him nervously. "What, um, what did you dream about?"
"Forgive me, Juudaime," Gokudera half-wailed.
"Gokudera-kun, just tell me!" Tsuna cried in frustration.
Gokudera froze, then slumped. "I . . . . I dreamed that you . . . . made a proposal, Juudaime."
"What sort of proposal?" Tsuna asked.
"You . . . . you . . . . you asked me to have . . . . sexual relations with you, Juudaime," Gokudera stammered. "Please, forgive me!"
"Um. Gokudera-kun," Tsuna mumbled. "That . . . . wasn't a dream."
The other boy raised his head a little. "J-Juudaime?"
Tsuna hesitated, but then he heard the pistol being cocked again, and hastily he ducked his head, mumbling, "I really did ask you for that, Gokudera-kun."
Gokudera sat up slowly, staring at him wide-eyed. Tsuna flushed deeply, muttering, "F-forget it, Gokudera-kun. I . . . . I shouldn't have ask-"
"You want me, Juudaime?" Gokudera asked hoarsely.
"Um. Yes?" Tsuna half-squeaked.
There was another long pause. Finally Tsuna mumbled awkwardly, "Please don't faint agai-"
"I'm not worthy, Juudaime!" Gokudera cried, prostrating himself again. "S-such an honor!"
"Wait. You . . . . don't mind?" Tsuna said incredulously.
Gokudera sat up again, that same familiar look of utter adoration in his eyes. "To have Juudaime ask such a thing of me is truly an honor. I would - I would be happy to do so."
"R-really?"
Gokudera nodded, smiling broadly.
"Oh. Well. I." Tsuna blushed, looking down. "Okay."
There was yet another of those long, awkward pauses. Then Gokudera said, tentatively, "How would you like to have me, Juudaime?"
"Ah - I - ah -" A small part of Tsuna's brain died at that question. "However you want?" he finally managed.
Gokudera nodded, moving slowly to sit on the bed beside Tsuna. "Juudaime, have you ever . . . . ?"
". . . . No. Have you . . . . ?"
It was Gokudera's turn to blush and look away. "Ah . . . . no, Juudaime."
"Oh," Tsuna said quietly.
"But Shamal taught me all about eroticism!" he continued enthusiastically. "So you don't have to worry!"
"Somehow that isn't comforting," Tsuna muttered, but he allowed Gokudera to push him back onto the bed gently.
They stared at each other for a few moments, before Gokudera asked softly, "Juudaime, are you sure you . . . . ?"
Tsuna nodded. "Yeah. Just . . . . just do it, please?"
Gokudera nodded, gently slipping Tsuna's vest off and then starting to work on the buttons of the other boy's shirt. Tsuna swallowed nervously and began to fumble with Gokudera's clothes in return.
"Tsuna?" his mother called. "You have a guest! Kyoko-chan is here!"
Both boys froze. Later, Tsuna would reflect on just how fast Gokudera got their clothes back in place and sat down at the table as though nothing had happened with a kind of wondering awe; at the time, however, he was just glad that nothing appeared out of the ordinary when Kyoko walked in, smiling innocently.
As Tsuna glanced forlornly to his lap, he realized that this was quite possibly one of the most humiliating moments of his life. And to think, nobody was even there to see his shame.
--
As it turned out, Tsuna wasn't able to catch another moment of solitude with Gokudera for a few days after that awkward confession and even more awkward moment of nearly being caught. A few times he wondered if it had even happened at all, but then Gokudera would turn and smile at him, and Tsuna would catch himself smiling back in a goofy, happy, my-bones-are-melting sort of way. There was something else in Gokudera's eyes now, some new level of affection that Tsuna hadn't seen before.
Still, he didn't have another opportunity to talk with Gokudera about what had (not) happened for a little while after that, just to sneak a few subtle touches and furtive kisses when no one else was looking. Of course, those weren't bad, just . . . . secretive.
Yeah.
It was the weekend now; both of them were at Yamamoto's place, picking at the remains of the sushi their friend's father had given them. "He's at baseball practice," the man had said when they'd asked about Yamamoto, then insisted that them staying to wait was no trouble at all.
So they waited. And waited. And waited.
Tsuna was feeling a little uncomfortable by now. Gokudera was right there, and all they were doing was just sitting and waiting . . . .
"Hey. Juudaime," Gokudera mumbled at last.
"Mmm?" Tsuna looked over at the other boy.
Gokudera met his eyes almost shyly. "May I kiss you?"
Tsuna's eyes went wide, and he flushed hotly, scooting away. "B-b-but -"
Instantly Gokudera's expression became one of shame, and he prostrated himself on the floor. "F-forgive me, Juudaime! I shouldn't have asked! To have presumed such a thing -"
"N-no, Gokudera-kun, it's all right!" Tsuna said hastily. "I just -"
Gokudera looked at him expectantly and with just a trace of hope.
Tsuna flushed, mumbling, "I don't mind you kissing me, Gokudera-kun."
Gokudera paused, and then the most radiant smile Tsuna had ever seen spread on his face. The next thing Tsuna knew he'd been swept up into the other boy's arms, Gokudera's lips pressing to his warmly.
After the initial moment of shock, Tsuna started struggling to push Gokudera away. "I - w-wait - Gokudera-kun!" he gasped.
"What is it, Juudaime?" Gokudera asked anxiously, pausing.
"I . . . . we . . . . this is Yamamoto's house!" Tsuna protested weakly. "Wh-what if he comes home?"
Gokudera grinned. "Is that all, Juudaime? Don't worry, the baseball freak's so dedicated to that stupid sport he probably won't be back for hours."
Any protest Tsuna might have made to this was effectively silenced by Gokudera leaning in to press their lips together again. This time, after a few moments of sitting there like a statue, Tsuna shrugged mentally and settled into the kiss. Gokudera made an approving sound as Tsuna responded to him, his tongue tracing over the other boy's lips.
It took a few minutes for Tsuna to figure out what Gokudera wanted, but once he had he opened his mouth willingly. Gokudera's tongue swept into his mouth; the kiss wasn't perfect, in fact it was rather sloppy, but it still felt wonderful.
"G-Gokudera-kun," Tsuna mumbled in protest when they broke off the kiss.
"Yes, Juudaime?" the other boy replied, electing to start his lips on working their way along Tsuna's neck now.
"W-we really shouldn't," Tsuna moaned. Really, though, what with the sort of things Gokudera's hands and lips were doing, he doubted that he really cared at this point, and even if he did, at this rate he certainly wouldn't for much longer -
The front door opened, and Yamamoto's voice called, "I'm home, old man!"
Instantly the two boys sprang apart, panting. When Yamamoto walked in, they were refusing to look at each other and fiddling with whatever was available, looking flushed and rather rumpled. "Hey, guys! Were you waiting for me to get back?"
Tsuna nodded, staring resolutely at the table.
Yamamoto frowned a little, looking concerned. "Is something wrong?"
"N-no!" Tsuna stammered hastily. "Nothing at all! Wh-why do you ask?"
"You two seem a little . . . . off," Yamamoto replied. "What's going on?"
"What's going on is that you made us wait for practically an eternity, bastard," Gokudera replied coolly, inspecting his nails. "Took you long enough to get back here."
"Ah, right, I'm sorry about that," Yamamoto laughed, and seemed to accept that excuse. Tsuna breathed a sigh of relief.
--
Tsuna was understandably frustrated by this point. After all, what he really wanted right now was for his right-hand man to tear off his clothes and ravish him, said right-hand man was perfectly amenable to said ravishing, and yet somehow Tsuna was still unravished.
Sexual frustration sucked. Hardcore. And not in the good way.
After a week of having to put up with this, Tsuna was desperate. It really wasn't helping that Gokudera was only getting more attractive (at least, it seemed that he was) every single day. Tsuna could hardly even look at him when they were in the same vicinity for fear of getting into a rather embarrassing - as well as potentially compromising - situation. Getting turned on in the middle of the teacher's lecture was not a good idea in any way, shape or form.
Which is why, when Gokudera skipped out on class halfway through one day, the young Vongola heir ran after him, and ended up half-dragging his subordinate out to the school roof. Grades be damned, propriety be damned, Tsuna needed his some and he needed it now.
"Juudaime?" Gokudera asked uncertainly as they stumbled onto the roof, his expression confused.
Tsuna let go of Gokudera's hand and turned to him with a pleading look. "Please, Gokudera-kun," he said softly. "I'm going crazy here, pl-please?"
"Please . . . . what, Juudaime?"
Tsuna let out a small noise of frustration and pressed his lips to Gokudera's quickly, pulling back again a moment later. "Come on, Gokudera-kun," he groaned. "I need -"
Tsuna didn't get the chance to finish that sentence. Gokudera smiled, pulling his boss back to him and easing his lips over the other boy's.
Tsuna let out a pleasured little sound as Gokudera adjusted his grip so he was holding him more securely, settling into the silver-haired boy's arms contentedly. Gokudera's tongue flicked against his mouth; remembering the last time, Tsuna opened his lips. The kiss was still a little sloppy, but better than the one they'd had at (Tsuna still blushed to remember, when his mind wasn't on . . . . other things) Yamamoto's house.
Gokudera slowly sank to the ground, pulling Tsuna with him and not breaking the kiss. The young Vongola heir didn't resist as he was gently pushed back against the concrete, Gokudera's weight settling over him comfortably. Gokudera broke the kiss then, trailing his lips along Tsuna's jawline, down his neck, across his collarbone. A hand dipped down the front of Tsuna's pants gently, and he gasped pleasurably.
"You . . . ." A cool voice drifted to Tsuna's ears. Instantly he froze, then sat up, pushing Gokudera away as he did.
Hibari Kyoya looked as utterly calm as usual, but that only made him more menacing. "You would dare to defile Namimori Middle School with such immoral acts," he said softly, tightening his grip on his tonfas. "I'll bite you to death."
If Tsuna and Gokudera both screamed in a distinctly unmasculine manner at that moment, they couldn't be faulted for it. Besides, even if they did, neither of them was ever telling.
--
"Are you all right, Juudaime?"
Tsuna nodded, smiling to reassure Gokudera that he was all right. "Yeah. Keep going?"
"All right . . . ." Gokudera swallowed nervously, pressing lube-slicked fingers at Tsuna's entrance. "You're sure you're up to it? You're not still in pain from the beating we got from Hibari last week? You -"
"Gokudera-kun, I swear I'm fine," Tsuna half-whined. "I think I'm gonna explode if you make me wait any longer . . . ."
"....All right, Juudaime. Tell me if you want to stop, okay?" Gently Gokudera pressed a finger into Tsuna's body, then another, and another a few minutes later, stretching him out carefully. "Does it hurt?"
"A - a little," Tsuna mumbled. At the look on Gokudera's face he quickly added, "It's not much, I'm fine, keep going. Please?"
Gokudera hesitated, then nodded, beginning to stretch Tsuna with his fingers again. The Vongola heir shifted uncomfortably, wincing once or twice, but gradually his discomfort faded. In fact, it had actually started feeling sort of good . . . . Tsuna moaned softly as Gokudera's fingers brushed up against something good.
Gokudera paused. "Juudaime?"
"I'm fine," Tsuna mumbled, shifting to press against the other boy's fingers. "I . . . . nn . . . . I think I'm okay. Can we . . . . ?"
Gokudera nodded and pulled his fingers from Tsuna gently, wiping them on the sheets before positioning himself at the other boy's entrance. "Are you sure, Juudaime?" he asked again.
Tsuna nodded, pulling Gokudera down for a kiss. "C'mon, just do it," he murmured softly.
Gokudera nodded, taking a deep breath and beginning to push into Tsuna. The other boy winced, letting out a soft yelp of pain; this felt so much bigger, fuller, more painful than Gokudera's fingers had. If Tsuna were the swearing type, he'd probably have let loose a "fuck" or two; as it was, though, he just stifled a whimper or two and tried to bear with it.
The instant Tsuna cried out, though, Gokudera froze. Utterly froze. The Vongola heir looked up after a few moments, confused. "Gokudera-kun?"
Gokudera didn't reply. His eyes were wide, his expression horrified. "Ju . . . . Juudaime . . . ."
Tsuna pushed himself up on his elbows a little. "Go-"
"Forgive me, Juudaime!" Gokudera pulled himself away from Tsuna as if he'd been burned, bolting to the window and tossing himself from it without a trace of hesitation, still naked.
"G-Gokudera-kun!"
--
Tsuna opened the door. "Ah, Gokudera-kun!"
The other boy averted his eyes. An awkward silence filtered through the atmosphere, until finally he muttered, "May I come in, Juudaime?"
"Of - of course!" Tsuna held the door open, standing aside for his friend. Gokudera stumbled in; Tsuna noticed with a guilty pang that he was still limping a little from his fall. Those bandageds didn't help at all for the general effect, either. "Sh-should you really be up and about so soon?" he asked nervously.
Gokudera wouldn't meet his eyes. "This is nothing, Juudaime," he mumbled.
"You're sure you're okay?"
"I-I'm fine, Juudaime. I am honored by your concern." Gokudera looked at the floor, scuffing a foot against it. "I don't deserve your well wishes."
"What are you talking about?" Tsuna asked, confused.
Gokudera scuffed his foot again. "I hurt you, Juudaime," he said softly, at last.
"You - are you still feeling guilty about that?" Tsuna said, shocked. "But Gokudera-kun-"
"It's my duty to protect you, Juudaime," Gokudera replied over Tsuna's protest. "Instead I hurt you. I'm a failure as your guardian and as your right-hand man -"
"But that's stupid!" Tsuna protested. "I'm really all right, Gokudera-kun, honestly I -"
"Ah, Gokudera-kun! You've come over again?" Nana poked her head out into the foyer, smiling. "It's so nice to see you! Would you like something to eat?"
"Ah . . . ." Tsuna glanced between his mother and his friend nervously. "Mom, is it all right if we go to my room? Gokudera-kun and I have things to talk about . . . ."
"All right, Tsuna," she said, waving them off with a smile. "Come back down when you get hungry."
"Yeah, we will," he said, smiling as he started up the stairs, Gokudera trailing after him.
"Have fun, boys!" Nana called as they walked into Tsuna's room.
"Thanks, mom!" he replied, then closed the door and sighed. "Um, where were we?"
"I'm a failure as your subordinate, guardian and right-hand-man," Gokudera reminded him morosely, seating himself on one of the cushions around Tsuna's table.
"You're not," Tsuna protested with a sigh, sitting down by his friend.
"If you're so ashamed, Gokudera," Reborn threw in from his place on the windowsill (Tsuna yelped in surprise and looked around, glaring at him), "then why are you here?"
"To apologize to the Tenth for doing such a thing, and ask his forgiveness," Gokudera replied dismally, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Tsuna blinked. "Um. Well. I . . . . forgive you?" he said, a little uncertainly. "Now can we please get past this? I'd kind of like to keep going where we left off. If Reborn will give us a little privacy, anyway," and here he aimed a wary glance at his mentor.
"All right, I'll let you handle it, Tsuna. Ciaossu!" Reborn leapt from the windowsill, Leon transforming into a hot air balloon as he did. The pair of them slowly drifted up and away.
Tsuna watched them go for a few moments, then turned back to Gokudera. "So. Gokudera-kun. Can we . . . . ?"
"Absolutely not," Gokudera grumbled. "I'm not hurting you again, Juudaime."
"But - it's fine, Gokudera-kun, I want you to!" Tsuna protested. Then he considered what he'd just said, and added, "Well, not to hurt me, but you know what I -"
"See? You don't want to be hurt again, either," Gokudera cut him off.
"Come on, please?"
"No. I won't."
"But I'm asking you to . . . ."
"I won't take the chance of hurting you again, Juudaime!"
"Then I'll do it!" Tsuna cried in frustration. "Just, please, can we please try having sex again?"
Gokudera paused. "You would be on top?"
Tsuna sighed, blushing deeply as he muttered, "Sure."
"And I would take the brunt of the pain?"
That phrase made Tsuna feel a little nervous. "W-well, it wasn't that bad, I mean, I'm sure you -" he babbled.
"I'll do it," Gokudera said decisively, standing up with a determined smile. "It would be an honor to take the pain in place of my Juudaime."
"I - you -" Tsuna gave up. "You're impossible," he muttered to himself.
"Juudaime?"
"Nothing!" he said hastily with a nervous laugh.
Gokudera smiled expectantly.
After a few minutes, Tsuna asked anxiously, "Um . . . . what am I supposed to do?"
Gokudera appeared to contemplate this for a moment. "I believe it would probably be a good idea to move to the bed first, Juudaime," he offered.
"O-oh. Right." Tsuna got up and walked over to the bed, sitting down by Gokudera. "Ah . . . . what now?"
Gokudera hesitated. "Would you . . . . like me to guide you through it, Juudaime?" he said slowly. "As I said, Shamal taught me about it . . . ."
"W-well - um -" Tsuna wasn't very inclined to trust Dr. Shamal's advice, but it was better than nothing, perhaps. "Okay," he mumbled.
"All right. First, of course, we should probably remove our clothes," Gokudera said with a small smile.
"Ah. Right." Tsuna started pulling off his clothing, noticing Gokudera doing the same thing from his peripheral vision.
When they'd finished undressing, Gokudera reached over to pull a small tube from his pants pocket, handing it to Tsuna, and then leaned back on the sheets of Tsuna's bed.
"Um . . . . what's this?"
"It's lubricant, Juudaime. Shamal told me that you use it to prepare your partner. You should squeeze some on your hands and rub it on your fingers."
"Okay. Um. Like this?" Tsuna asked nervously, squeezing some of the lubricant into his palm and spreading it over his fingers.
"Yes, Juudaime. After you've finished that, you should stretch me out down here." Gokudera spread his legs apart, gesturing down to his entrance. Tsuna thought he felt a nosebleed coming on. "You remember how I did it? Slowly, one finger at a time."
Tsuna nodded, swallowing nervously and crawling over to Gokudera. "Just - just tell me if you don't like it, okay?"
Gokudera smiled warmly. "Of course, Juudaime. Thank you."
Tsuna bit his lip and nodded again, pressing a finger to Gokudera's entrance and then pushing it inside. Gokudera groaned softly, and he glanced up worriedly, but the other boy shook his head. "Go ahead."
"'Kay," Tsuna said uncertainly, pressing another finger inside and beginning to move them in and out of Gokudera. It was a bit of a strange feeling, putting his fingers inside Gokudera, watching him react. The other boy let out a few grunts and screwed up his face once or twice, but for the most part he didn't protest, even when Tsuna added another finger.
"Well, I, I think that's pretty good," Tsuna mumbled after a few minutes, pulling his fingers out. "Um. Are you . . . . are you ready, d'you think?"
Gokudera nodded, shifting his legs a little further apart. "Go on, Juudaime," he murmured.
That was a very nice view, Tsuna had to admit. After a few moments of gawking, he snapped back to reality, and moved to position himself awkwardly above Gokudera, lifting the other boy's legs over his shoulders. "It's - it's going to hurt a bit," he warned shakily. "Tell me if - if you don't want to -"
"Thank you, Juudaime," Gokudera cut him off gently. "Please?"
Tsuna bit his lip, nodded, and guided himself to Gokudera's entrance, pushing in slowly. Gokudera winced, letting out a small grunt of pain. "Are - are you okay, Gokudera-kun?" Tsuna asked, halting his movements.
Gokudera gritted his teeth and nodded. "Just - just do it, Juudaime," he groaned. "I'm fine."
Tsuna nodded anxiously, slowly moving forward until he was fully inside Gokudera. He stopped there, panting, waiting for Gokudera to adjust. "Is it . . . . wrong to say that this feels really, really good?" he mumbled tentatively.
Gokudera smiled, though the expression was still pained. "There is no higher compliment than pleasing the boss," he muttered in reply.
Tsuna blushed at that. "Just - just tell me when you feel like we can keep going, okay?" Though really, he didn't know what he was going to do if Gokudera didn't adjust to this soon. It felt far better than anything he'd ever experienced, and certainly he didn't think he was going to last very long like this . . . . and he wanted Gokudera to feel good, too.
At last the other boy nodded. "I'm all right now, Juudaime," he murmured.
Tsuna breathed a sigh of relief and slowly, awkwardly, started to move. The motions were still unfamiliar, rough, but soon enough he had a fair rhythm going. Soon Gokudera had stopped wincing and was moving with Tsuna's rhythm, moaning softly. Tsuna reached down, tentatively taking hold of Gokudera's arousal and slowly stroking it, and suddenly Gokudera was screaming his name and arching up against him, a heavy white liquid coating his fingers -
And then he felt Gokudera clenching down around him and it was too much, he couldn't hold on -
And, quite suddenly, it was over, and they were just a pair of sweaty boys tangled together none too comfortably on a small bed. Tsuna groaned softly, pulling out of Gokudera and rolling off the other boy. Gokudera mumbled some incoherent protest at this, reaching out to pull Tsuna close again.
"That was . . . . quick," Tsuna murmured tiredly into Gokudera's neck, cuddling close to him. "Did I do okay?"
"You were magnificent, Juudaime," Gokudera replied, sounding just as exhausted as he was.
"Mmm. You know, I think that was the first time you addressed me as something other than 'Juudaime'," Tsuna mumbled.
"Mm?"
"You called me Tsuna. When you . . . . you know." Tsuna blushed, unable to bring himself to say it.
"Ah, I - I did?" Suddenly Gokudera sounded very embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Juudaime, I shouldn't have -"
"I liked it," Tsuna said softly, before Gokudera could get carried away. "I wouldn't mind hearing you call me that again . . . ."
Gokudera paused. Then he murmured, "But you are the Juudaime . . . . it would be improper to call you anything else . . . ."
"Mmm, I guess," Tsuna yawned, too tired to argue the point. "But, I mean . . . . like this. It'd be nice."
Another pause. Then, "You would like to . . . . to do this with me again?"
Tsuna blinked. "Why wouldn't I . . . . ? I wouldn't have asked you in the first place if I didn't want to . . . ."
Gokudera didn't say anything, but his embrace grew just a little tighter.
"Oi. Gokudera," Tsuna mumbled, yawning again. He hadn't expected to be this tired afterwards . . . .
"Y-yes, Juudaime?"
"Did . . . ." Tsuna fidgeted a little. "Did it feel good?"
"Ah . . . . well . . . . yes. It did. Better than anything," Gokudera said slowly.
"Could I try bottoming next time, then?"
"No."
"Wh-what? But - you said it feels good -"
"But it still hurts! I told you I wouldn't allow that to happen to you, Juudaime!"
"But I want to know what it feels like!"
"Would you like to use your Dying Will to find out?"
"R-REBORN?! When did you get back here?"
"Just now. Ciaossu. So, would you like to use your Dying Will, Tsuna?"
"NO! I-I'm fine, thank you! Please don't do that!"
~Fin~
End Notes: This thing was a ton of fun, yes, but it was also a little bitch to get out. Honestly, I ended up getting blocked for certain parts but ohhhh, I just knew I could do others, and what ended up happening is I would put whatever part I was being blocked on in brackets and move on to the next point. This is seriously one of my notes: [blahblah insert makeout scene here C'MON I'M IN THE ZONE I CAN'T LET A DAMN KISS BREAK MY STRIDE]. That's not even the most amusing one, but you get the idea. It was a bit of a meanie to me.
On the other hand, I think I can now say that I'm pretty firmly in the KHR/5927 camp. This was too much fun for me NOT to be, man. I think I'm gonna actually end up writing other oneshots based off this one, too. CURSE YOU, DUAL. Who, by the way, I adore/loathe for giving me so many awesome prompts/ideas to play with for these pretty boys. *croons over them*