1 Reborn! fic
Title: TSUNA TOPS EVERYONE (Part 2759)
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: Tsuna/Gokudera
Rating: R
Warnings: This author likes to skip blithely among the verb tenses. Includes gay porn.
Note: I like Tsuna as seme. No exceptions. TYL-Things-Didn't-Get-Borked-AU
1,884 words
Anyone else probably would have made some comment of 'you wanted to see me, boss?' upon entering the office. Gokudera said nothing, entering and closing the door behind him, standing rigidly as he waited for any word to fall from Tsuna's lips as though it was divine prophecy.
...Ten years after this started, it still made Tsuna feel awkward.
Tsuna let out a sigh as he took a seat at his desk, loosening the tie on his suit. Gokudera didn't move, didn't say a word. Were right-hand-men supposed to make the boss feel so awkward? "At ease." Tsuna tried, to see if that would work. It did, marginally.
"I'm sorry for arriving so late, 10th! I was halfway across the city when I got your call-"
"You were halfway across the city?" Tsuna interrupted, eyes going even wider than they normally were. "It only took ten minutes, I thought you were just in the pool house or something!"
Realizing that admitting how fast he ran to jump to Tsuna's requests was (apparently) something to be embarrassed about, Gokudera's face reddened. "...I can come back later, if you would rather-"
Again, Tsuna interrupted Gokudera with a dismissive wave of his hand. He'd learned by now that he had to interrupt Gokudera from time to time, otherwise the other man would keep talking. His busy mouth was better set on other things.
Speaking of.
Tsuna pushed back from his desk and patted his lap. "I didn't realize you were busy, I wouldn't have called you if I knew. But since you're already here..."
The wonderful thing about Gokudera is Tsuna never had to try that hard with him. He never had to ask twice, he didn't even have to ask obviously. Once he even just coughed and glanced at his desk and Gokudera was asking whether Tsuna wanted him on his stomach or on his back.
True to his record, Gokudera crossed the room in four long strides and dropped to his knees between Tsuna and the desk, and the intensity that he had would make Tsuna wither once upon a time, but not anymore. Now it just makes his cock jump to attention, because with Gokudera he knows he gets whatever he wants.
When he's thinking rationally, the obvious power trip involved makes him a little queasy, but right now he had the silver-haired Mafioso quickly (expertly) undoing his expensive trousers and nudging them aside, pushing down the black silk boxers which were a present from Gokudera himself on Tsuna's last birthday and pausing to admire Tsuna's erection.
Gokudera always did that and it made Tsuna squirm. Looking at him like somehow Tsuna's cock is super-amazing. Tsuna had seen a lot of cocks and his was pretty average, he was fairly certain. Gokudera still took that half second to look it over, though. Then he leaned in to run just the tip of his tongue along the thick vein on the underside, bottom to top, before taking the head into his mouth.
Tsuna gasped, gripping the arms of his chair to avoid pulling on Gokudera's hair. It got all messy when he did that and everyone knew what that meant. Even if Gokudera didn't seem to mind it. The other man pulled back from the gentle sucking at the head of his erection to cover every inch of skin with his tongue and lips, mouthing at the shaft while he hummed some song Tsuna thought he heard once in high school.
Unable to resist it for that long, Tsuna managed to pry the fingers of his left hand (where he had the Sky Ring) off the chair long enough to thread them through Gokudera's hair, gently nudging, encouraging.
"H-hey, um-" he swallowed hard, and again Gokudera didn't need any more than that to get the picture as he glanced up at Tsuna - eyes half-lidded and lust fogged mouth wide open around Tsuna's cock as his tongue dragged along it like it was ice cream or something - then pulled back just long enough to swallow Tsuna all the way down, and no matter how many times Gokudera did it the lack of a gag reflex was always surprising.
Tsuna was already stressed from work and meetings and desperately needed to just relax, so it takes pathetically little time before he had both hands in Gokudera's hair, pulling him down and letting out a wordless groan as he came. He never had to warn Gokudera, the man could read Tsuna's body like a book and swallowed. Oh, boy, did he swallow. Tsuna groaned again as Gokudera pulled back, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand (careful not to get it on the suit) and slowly, deliberately swallowed, Adam's apple bouncing with the action.
He didn't break eye-contact with Tsuna as he began his regimented cleaning, licking every trace of Tsuna's orgasm off the back of his hand before moving on to very thoroughly cleaning Tsuna with his tongue. Like a cat lapping up cream or some other better sexier metaphor that Tsuna would think of when his brain wasn't goo from one of Gokudera's office blowjobs.
"Hey-" Tsuna coughed, clearing the roughness out of his voice "-Ah, hey, do you...?"
Gokudera actually blushed, it was endearing. "If you're too busy, I'll be fine, 10th."
That was, Tsuna had learned, Gokudera-speak for 'My pants are tenting so much you could probably fit the Russian circus under them, please give me a hand'. And it would have to be a hand, Gokudera got really annoyed the one time Tsuna had offered to blow him, said something about not wanting the 10th to demean himself so - Tsuna didn't like that reasoning but felt it was one of those times where he should pick his battles and that was not one worth fighting.
Tsuna grinned at Gokudera. "I've got time. On the desk, pants down, face me."
It took a moment before Gokudera was able to stand properly - sure enough, Tsuna wasn't even certain he would be able to get his pants off around that, but he managed to nudge them down around his thighs and off after kicking off his shoes as well, underwear following right after. Tsuna tended to keep that area of his desk clear when he called Gokudera into his office, so it was easy for his right-hand-man to hop up onto it, seated so that his feet were resting on the arms of Tsuna's chair, spread open for him. His cock didn't look so flushed when compared to the bright crimson shirt he was wearing.
This situation Tsuna was a little more comfortable with. Maybe because Gokudera got embarrassed doing this, showing how much he wanted it, so it made Tsuna feel more comfortable and like they're on equal footing. Not that he minded the cock worship. He absolutely positively did not mind the cock worship one bit.
He didn't touch Gokudera there at first, careful not to brush the skin one instant while he unbuttoned the nice expensive shirt, loosened the black silk tie. Gokudera just looked better half-dressed and debauched. It was probably his normally haughty nature that made Tsuna want to bring out the vulnerability that he knew was there.
When he had Gokudera down to black socks and the opened red shirt pooling around his elbows, Tsuna finally ran his hands along the exposed skin of Gokudera's abdomen, tracing over scars left by gunshots and other stranger weapons. Gokudera shivered and bit his lip to hold back a moan, not daring to ask Tsuna to hurry up but wanting so desperately for contact.
One hand rested lightly over Gokudera's chest while the other trailed up his neck, his chin, he didn't have to be told to open his mouth and suck, to pretend like he's got Tsuna's cock in his mouth again and get the fingers nice and slick. Tsuna hissed, if he hadn't just come he would again at the way Gokudera sucks on his fingers. Later tonight he would definitely pound Gokudera onto the desk of his personal study when he had all the time in the world. Right now he was running on a limited schedule.
His thumb idly rubbed at one of Gokudera's nipples - the pierced one, Tsuna still didn't know when he got that. It was something to toy with, though, and a sharp tug at it had Gokudera letting out a muffled wine and reluctantly letting Tsuna remove his fingers.
They didn't have enough time for intercourse, but Tsuna could still made Gokudera do that mewling thing he only did when his prostate was getting enough attention that it bordered on abuse.
Tsuna didn't waste a lot of time, Gokudera had done this enough that he didn't need much prep work, grasping his erection with one hand while sliding two fingers in as deep as they would go. The howl Gokudera let out reminded Tsuna why he made sure the rooms were soundproof - the man could not be quiet to save his life.
Two should be enough, Tsuna reflected, since he wasn't actually prepping Gokudera, slowly pumping his cock in an off-rhythm to how he was moving his fingers, searching until he found what he was looking for signaled by a gasp in the moans. Tsuna glanced at the clock - shit, he had to hurry - and began relentlessly twisting, shoving, prodding the fingers inside Gokudera until he could feel Gokudera's cock twitching in his hand and the normally so proud man mewling and squirming against the desk like any virgin. Gokudera gripped the edges of the mahogany, back arching artistically, showing off that flexibility- damn yes Tsuna was going to have to bend him over the table later.
"H-hey, Gokudera." Tsuna murmured, leaning in to breathe the words against the skin of Gokudera's stomach, muscles there taught with anticipation. He was right on the edge, and Tsuna knew just how to push him over it. "I want to see it. Now."
Gokudera could never disobey a direct order from Tsuna.
The cry he let out when he came hard over Tsuna's hand was clearly the other man's name. Tsuna pumped Gokudera until he was empty, debated holding out his hand to get Gokudera to lick that clean too before he decided it was better to not test his own resolve. He went for a handkerchief instead, wiping his hand off on it and cleaning up Gokudera, who sprawled boneless against the desk.
"Thanks for the help, Gokudera. I don't know what I'd do without you." Tsuna had found long ago that it was good for Gokudera to hear these words every now and then, both because they were true and because they kept Gokudera's resolve to do anything to Tsuna going strong.
Looking at the debauched mess on his desk, then at the clock, Tsuna also decided it was times like these he was actually happy the mansion was so obscenely big.
"...I think I'll take my meeting in my other office." Tsuna stated to the blissed-out subordinate, gathering up what papers he needed and shoving them into a briefcase. "Take your time, Gokudera. Meet me back here after dinner though, alright?"
He didn't have to look back to know Gokudera shuddered in anticipation at that.
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: Tsuna/Gokudera
Rating: R
Warnings: This author likes to skip blithely among the verb tenses. Includes gay porn.
Note: I like Tsuna as seme. No exceptions. TYL-Things-Didn't-Get-Borked-AU
1,884 words
Anyone else probably would have made some comment of 'you wanted to see me, boss?' upon entering the office. Gokudera said nothing, entering and closing the door behind him, standing rigidly as he waited for any word to fall from Tsuna's lips as though it was divine prophecy.
...Ten years after this started, it still made Tsuna feel awkward.
Tsuna let out a sigh as he took a seat at his desk, loosening the tie on his suit. Gokudera didn't move, didn't say a word. Were right-hand-men supposed to make the boss feel so awkward? "At ease." Tsuna tried, to see if that would work. It did, marginally.
"I'm sorry for arriving so late, 10th! I was halfway across the city when I got your call-"
"You were halfway across the city?" Tsuna interrupted, eyes going even wider than they normally were. "It only took ten minutes, I thought you were just in the pool house or something!"
Realizing that admitting how fast he ran to jump to Tsuna's requests was (apparently) something to be embarrassed about, Gokudera's face reddened. "...I can come back later, if you would rather-"
Again, Tsuna interrupted Gokudera with a dismissive wave of his hand. He'd learned by now that he had to interrupt Gokudera from time to time, otherwise the other man would keep talking. His busy mouth was better set on other things.
Speaking of.
Tsuna pushed back from his desk and patted his lap. "I didn't realize you were busy, I wouldn't have called you if I knew. But since you're already here..."
The wonderful thing about Gokudera is Tsuna never had to try that hard with him. He never had to ask twice, he didn't even have to ask obviously. Once he even just coughed and glanced at his desk and Gokudera was asking whether Tsuna wanted him on his stomach or on his back.
True to his record, Gokudera crossed the room in four long strides and dropped to his knees between Tsuna and the desk, and the intensity that he had would make Tsuna wither once upon a time, but not anymore. Now it just makes his cock jump to attention, because with Gokudera he knows he gets whatever he wants.
When he's thinking rationally, the obvious power trip involved makes him a little queasy, but right now he had the silver-haired Mafioso quickly (expertly) undoing his expensive trousers and nudging them aside, pushing down the black silk boxers which were a present from Gokudera himself on Tsuna's last birthday and pausing to admire Tsuna's erection.
Gokudera always did that and it made Tsuna squirm. Looking at him like somehow Tsuna's cock is super-amazing. Tsuna had seen a lot of cocks and his was pretty average, he was fairly certain. Gokudera still took that half second to look it over, though. Then he leaned in to run just the tip of his tongue along the thick vein on the underside, bottom to top, before taking the head into his mouth.
Tsuna gasped, gripping the arms of his chair to avoid pulling on Gokudera's hair. It got all messy when he did that and everyone knew what that meant. Even if Gokudera didn't seem to mind it. The other man pulled back from the gentle sucking at the head of his erection to cover every inch of skin with his tongue and lips, mouthing at the shaft while he hummed some song Tsuna thought he heard once in high school.
Unable to resist it for that long, Tsuna managed to pry the fingers of his left hand (where he had the Sky Ring) off the chair long enough to thread them through Gokudera's hair, gently nudging, encouraging.
"H-hey, um-" he swallowed hard, and again Gokudera didn't need any more than that to get the picture as he glanced up at Tsuna - eyes half-lidded and lust fogged mouth wide open around Tsuna's cock as his tongue dragged along it like it was ice cream or something - then pulled back just long enough to swallow Tsuna all the way down, and no matter how many times Gokudera did it the lack of a gag reflex was always surprising.
Tsuna was already stressed from work and meetings and desperately needed to just relax, so it takes pathetically little time before he had both hands in Gokudera's hair, pulling him down and letting out a wordless groan as he came. He never had to warn Gokudera, the man could read Tsuna's body like a book and swallowed. Oh, boy, did he swallow. Tsuna groaned again as Gokudera pulled back, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand (careful not to get it on the suit) and slowly, deliberately swallowed, Adam's apple bouncing with the action.
He didn't break eye-contact with Tsuna as he began his regimented cleaning, licking every trace of Tsuna's orgasm off the back of his hand before moving on to very thoroughly cleaning Tsuna with his tongue. Like a cat lapping up cream or some other better sexier metaphor that Tsuna would think of when his brain wasn't goo from one of Gokudera's office blowjobs.
"Hey-" Tsuna coughed, clearing the roughness out of his voice "-Ah, hey, do you...?"
Gokudera actually blushed, it was endearing. "If you're too busy, I'll be fine, 10th."
That was, Tsuna had learned, Gokudera-speak for 'My pants are tenting so much you could probably fit the Russian circus under them, please give me a hand'. And it would have to be a hand, Gokudera got really annoyed the one time Tsuna had offered to blow him, said something about not wanting the 10th to demean himself so - Tsuna didn't like that reasoning but felt it was one of those times where he should pick his battles and that was not one worth fighting.
Tsuna grinned at Gokudera. "I've got time. On the desk, pants down, face me."
It took a moment before Gokudera was able to stand properly - sure enough, Tsuna wasn't even certain he would be able to get his pants off around that, but he managed to nudge them down around his thighs and off after kicking off his shoes as well, underwear following right after. Tsuna tended to keep that area of his desk clear when he called Gokudera into his office, so it was easy for his right-hand-man to hop up onto it, seated so that his feet were resting on the arms of Tsuna's chair, spread open for him. His cock didn't look so flushed when compared to the bright crimson shirt he was wearing.
This situation Tsuna was a little more comfortable with. Maybe because Gokudera got embarrassed doing this, showing how much he wanted it, so it made Tsuna feel more comfortable and like they're on equal footing. Not that he minded the cock worship. He absolutely positively did not mind the cock worship one bit.
He didn't touch Gokudera there at first, careful not to brush the skin one instant while he unbuttoned the nice expensive shirt, loosened the black silk tie. Gokudera just looked better half-dressed and debauched. It was probably his normally haughty nature that made Tsuna want to bring out the vulnerability that he knew was there.
When he had Gokudera down to black socks and the opened red shirt pooling around his elbows, Tsuna finally ran his hands along the exposed skin of Gokudera's abdomen, tracing over scars left by gunshots and other stranger weapons. Gokudera shivered and bit his lip to hold back a moan, not daring to ask Tsuna to hurry up but wanting so desperately for contact.
One hand rested lightly over Gokudera's chest while the other trailed up his neck, his chin, he didn't have to be told to open his mouth and suck, to pretend like he's got Tsuna's cock in his mouth again and get the fingers nice and slick. Tsuna hissed, if he hadn't just come he would again at the way Gokudera sucks on his fingers. Later tonight he would definitely pound Gokudera onto the desk of his personal study when he had all the time in the world. Right now he was running on a limited schedule.
His thumb idly rubbed at one of Gokudera's nipples - the pierced one, Tsuna still didn't know when he got that. It was something to toy with, though, and a sharp tug at it had Gokudera letting out a muffled wine and reluctantly letting Tsuna remove his fingers.
They didn't have enough time for intercourse, but Tsuna could still made Gokudera do that mewling thing he only did when his prostate was getting enough attention that it bordered on abuse.
Tsuna didn't waste a lot of time, Gokudera had done this enough that he didn't need much prep work, grasping his erection with one hand while sliding two fingers in as deep as they would go. The howl Gokudera let out reminded Tsuna why he made sure the rooms were soundproof - the man could not be quiet to save his life.
Two should be enough, Tsuna reflected, since he wasn't actually prepping Gokudera, slowly pumping his cock in an off-rhythm to how he was moving his fingers, searching until he found what he was looking for signaled by a gasp in the moans. Tsuna glanced at the clock - shit, he had to hurry - and began relentlessly twisting, shoving, prodding the fingers inside Gokudera until he could feel Gokudera's cock twitching in his hand and the normally so proud man mewling and squirming against the desk like any virgin. Gokudera gripped the edges of the mahogany, back arching artistically, showing off that flexibility- damn yes Tsuna was going to have to bend him over the table later.
"H-hey, Gokudera." Tsuna murmured, leaning in to breathe the words against the skin of Gokudera's stomach, muscles there taught with anticipation. He was right on the edge, and Tsuna knew just how to push him over it. "I want to see it. Now."
Gokudera could never disobey a direct order from Tsuna.
The cry he let out when he came hard over Tsuna's hand was clearly the other man's name. Tsuna pumped Gokudera until he was empty, debated holding out his hand to get Gokudera to lick that clean too before he decided it was better to not test his own resolve. He went for a handkerchief instead, wiping his hand off on it and cleaning up Gokudera, who sprawled boneless against the desk.
"Thanks for the help, Gokudera. I don't know what I'd do without you." Tsuna had found long ago that it was good for Gokudera to hear these words every now and then, both because they were true and because they kept Gokudera's resolve to do anything to Tsuna going strong.
Looking at the debauched mess on his desk, then at the clock, Tsuna also decided it was times like these he was actually happy the mansion was so obscenely big.
"...I think I'll take my meeting in my other office." Tsuna stated to the blissed-out subordinate, gathering up what papers he needed and shoving them into a briefcase. "Take your time, Gokudera. Meet me back here after dinner though, alright?"
He didn't have to look back to know Gokudera shuddered in anticipation at that.