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Blame it on the alcohol....

Who: Takeshi Yamamoto and Hayato Gokudera
What: Drinking and pranks
When: Mid-October
Where: Their apartment
Warnings: Just drinking shenanigans.

When he got in from work, Hayato had a grin on his face, telling him to hurry up and shower because the bomber has a surprise. Of course, that means Yamamoto is curious, so so he kissed his boyfriend with a laugh and headed to the bathroom to shower and change. Since most days he brings more than half the AZ home under his nails, it takes a little while to get scrubbed clean.

Pajama pants and a tee-shirt, his usual evening attire once he is home for the day. Home, in their apartment. The thought still makes him smile as he pads barefoot to the living room.

He has a towel over the top of raven locks, rubbing them dry, and when he enters the room, he pauses, holding it there on his head as he finds Hayato in the kitchen. Slipping up behind him, he winds arms around his waist, his towel moving to drape over the swordsman's shoulders, wrapping his neck.

"So, what's this surprise?"

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"No! You didn't even hit your eye!" Gokudera remarks. "And you better not try that again!" Because he really doesn't want to have to convince his boyfriend to hold an ice pack to his eye while he's too drunk to focus on any one thing very well.

"You took one to the forehead and that's your own fault! No one told you to throw it that hard, idiot~!" Gokudera teases, then gives a grunt as he helps to pull his boyfriend up, then bumps the table with his butt. "Oof-"

Gokudera gives a reluctant, accepting little huff of an exhale, then turns. "Let me go and I'll go take it. I already poured it anyways!" He exclaims and presses a quick little kiss to his boyfriend's nose before turning and walking back to his side of the table and taking his shot. Then, he picks up a coin, and bounces it with much more ease than before... and misses. "What the hell?!" He growls and then pours another shot for himself in preparation for the athlete to naturally land his next coin.

"That's because I wasn't trying, so I dodged it!" He really won't try that again. He was not trying to take his eye out. "Maa, maa, I won't, don't worry." Yeah, Yamamoto himself is not focusing so well that his shots are making it in at this point is pure dumb luck.

"It slipped out of my hand." He teases right back; that oof makes him chuckle again. It has been a while since they both just acted silly for the sake of being stupid, and he has to admit, it feels nice just to let everything go.

Yamamoto's nose wiggles like rabbits would from the kiss; he is not even aware it does it, but it is a thing. "Ha! see, you need a good luck charm."

Though he does forget to kiss his this time as he winds up, almost pitches the coin, laughs at himself, and has to stop to catch his breath, "That would have been bad!"

Then he straightens up, breathes, focuses as much as he can through the fuzz, bounces the coin, and this one lands perfect, which means he is pumping a fist in the air with a cheer!

"Good, I like your eyes." Gokudera says with a firm nod. He doesn't want the idiot aiming for them, and when he says he won't, the bomber is going to hold him to that.

"Uh-huh sure it did," He rolls his eyes and then glances over his shoulder with a narrowed gaze at the mention of good luck charms. "Your kiss didn't help me! This side of the table must be bad luck."

Gokudera hears the coin land in more than sees it and goes right to pouring himself a shot, then pauses, "Was that three in a row?"

"Oh..." It is nothing more than a pleased, happy sound, because who does not like being told their boyfriend likes their yes, it is a good thing in his opinion. "Yours are better."

"I told you to kiss yourself, you're good luck! Then switch me sides." Of course, after he makes that one, how many is that? When Hayato says that Yamamoto blinks several times as if he is counting in his head.

"Yes?" Or at least if it is and Hayato drinks a whole glass he will be closer to on par with his obviously wobbly, more than buzzed boyfriend at this point. Looks like the full drink finally hit

"Yeah, but I'm not in danger of having an eye taken out, now am I?" Gokudera says as he moves over to his side of the table and picks up a coin. No wait... He stares at it, then sets it down and starts pouring himself a full glass.

"Technically since my lips are usually touching each other, I'm always kissing myself," He smiles and takes a few moments to drink his full glass, just a few gulps, then drinks some more water, then finishes it off and rubs his hands together.

"Alright. So I'm kissing myself..." He pulls his lips in, pursing them nice and tight as he takes the shot, and it bounces perfectly before landing. Gokudera raises both fists into the air with a whoop.

"You never know, those coins are slippery." Yamamoto leans into the table; maybe at some point, he should pick up his chair? The swordsman blinks, watching his boyfriend first go to throw, then go to drink. At this point, he's not sure who is supposed to be tossing and who is supposed to be drinking, so sure why not, and he takes the shot that was poured and not drank before Hayato even finishes his full glass.

"I'm jealous..." He makes a pretend huffy face; it lasts as long as he possibly can contain his chuckle at the thought of his boyfriend always kissing himself.

"Yup! Got to get a big kiss like SMACK." He pops his lips loudly, and the fake huffing is gone as he dissolves into laughter again. Does it count if he already took his shot, or does he get to take another one?

Oh well, he pours another shot after he stops chuckling, takes it, leans in, and places a kiss on Hayato's cheek, making the same loud noise he just made.

He rolls his coin, leans on the table again, bad idea because the coin skips and hits the cup, squarely on the bottom. Welp, you win some, you lose some.

"They're not! You should just stop dunking your fingers in your drinks, idiot!" He chuckles.

"Well then, so am I!" Gokudera retorts and then smacks his lips in a noisy kiss as directed by his boyfriend, right at him too, as if mocking that he gets to kiss himself, and Takeshi doesn't.

"No more kisses! You already have an advantage!" He grins and shoves Takeshi away with more force than he actually means.

"Ha! My turn!" And he lobs his coin at the table hard enough for it to bounce cleanly over the cup and roll off the table. "Fuck-" Gokudera decides to go after it, gotta pick up after himself.

"Yo... why is your chair on the floor?" He's laughing and pokes at his boyfriend's foot before picking up his coin and sitting up under the table.

"I did?" He laughs; wow, he must be drunk. He does not remember sticking his fingers in his drink. When did he do that? Why would he do that?

"No fair. Only I'm supposed to kiss you." Except for those kissy noises from Hayato, send him into another fit of laughter. That's ten levels of adorable he was not ready for.

"No way, I need all the luck I can get; you've played before." That grin is met with one of his own, and when his boyfriend shoves him typically, Yamamoto would be able to keep his feet.

Tonight, it makes him wobble, he watches that coin miss, and by the time Hayato is gone getting his coin, the baseball player is just narrowly missing landing on the floor by grabbing the table.

Then his foot is poked, and he tries to look behind him at the chair. "That's where it went!"

He lets out a laugh, thinking to bend down and look at Hayato under the table, which tumbles him into a rather ungraceful heap on the ground where after a second, he looks at the bomber with a stupid grin.

"What you doing down here?"

Gokudera laughs too, because he's just joking about Takeshi sticking his fingers in his drink. He can't imagine that the coin is actually slippery. It must be the baseball idiot's fingers!

"I can kiss myself all day long if I want to!" Gokudera teases and makes more kissy noises at him.

"No! You don't need it!" He calls while getting under the table.

"I was getting my coin. Pick your chair back up," Gokudera nudges Takeshi's leg with his hand and then turns to crawl out from under the table, where he can stand on his side once more.

By now, he is drunk enough to believe he stuck his fingers in his drink entirely. He is also drunk enough to believe he did it and forgot all about it. He is not is drunk enough to come up with a valid reason as to why he did it.

"Nope, only if I get to kiss you all day long too." He pokes his tongue out at his boyfriend, very mature this one.

"Yes, I do--oof" Well, that train thought went away with the thump of his body to the floor; he rolls on to all fours, then smirks.

"Uh-huh, getting it now." Then he crawls under the table, leans his face in, and full-on nuzzles his boyfriend's crotch, just in case he is in the middle of throwing that coin.

Scrambling back with a laugh after placing a kiss there, he slides from under the table and stands up with a flourish, bringing his chair with him and nearly tumbling back down as he wobbles and somehow falls into it.

"Take that!.

Gokudera is chuckling in clear amusement when Takeshi is back on the floor, retrieving his chair. He thinks it may be easier if he were standing, but this way, he can toss his coin right into the glass instead of bouncing it, and cheat a little.

Or he would, but then there's suddenly pressure between his legs and he lets out an undignified yelp of noise, hand covering the spot where Takeshi had nuzzled while he throws the coin at his boyfriend.

"Do you mind!?"

No cheating! Of course, the guy who just molested his boyfriend in a distraction attempt definitely should not be able to state no cheating since that is cheating at the highest level. But it was fun!

That yelp has the baseball idiot laughing again; the hand covering makes it better, and he is lucky he even finds himself standing, let alone somehow making it back into his chair.

"Not at all; it was fun." Very matter of fact, very grinning and smug when he says it.

"Wait, did you make it? Whose turn is it?" Nevermind that he is pouring another shot, Hayato made it, right? Welp, maybe, either way, bottoms up, and he takes the next shot, instantly reaching for the water and drinking some. Boy, his mouth is dry.

"You moved so fast I thought you were trying to headbutt my dick!" Gokudera says, voice a bit shrill with the shock from the pressure. It sure didn't hurt at all, and there was definitely not enough force to even come close to unpleasant.

"No. I didn't." He threw his coin at Takeshi.

"We might as well just split the bottle at this point." Gokudera says and lifts the bottle up to look at what remains through the frosted glass. He takes his glass and Takeshi's, then pours out as close to an even amount between them as he can manage.

"Huh? Why would I headbutt your dick? I like your dick." Yamamoto looks confused; sounds it too. He kissed it at the end; why would he headbutt his dick then kiss it? That's strange, or he is just drunk and has no clue what he is thinking.

"Why not?" Yeah, he forgot that part.

"Oh, okay! I feel way diffe-" He stops here, hiccuping as he takes the glass from his boyfriend and takes a sip giving another wide stupid, kind of half-lidded grin. Was he saying something?

"Yeah, me too! You were just fast..." And clumsy. He knows how clumsy people get when they're drunk. Gokudera has a hard time moving about when he's intoxicated, and he can definitely feel the alcohol in his blood. It's making him a lot more wobbly than before, giving him a nice drunken sway.

"I missed." He says. "Don't rub it in. You can just... admit defeat since you got drunk first, and then we can just... clean up." Gokudera feels hungry, though. He takes his glass and sips from it, smiling at his boyfriend.

"You wanna help me put all this in the sink and then you can tell me about how much you like my dick?" He laughs and waves a hand at him.

"If I went too slow, I'd get distracted by it." He shrugs, which turns into him, wobbling to the side a little at the same time. A quick nuzzle, or he might have done more than the little kiss at the end if he is even capable. He thinks he is; he may not be considering there are frequently more than one of his boyfriend, which makes him grin.

"Nuh huh, I got it in more. So I win." But he will help clean up anyway; food might not be a bad idea; soak up a little of the alcohol before they put the rest of it in their bodies.

"You bet! You want a list, or should I show you?" He chuckles, picking up the cups that don't have the remaining alcohol in them. He does not walk a straight line while he heads for the kitchen, thinking up the exact reasons why he likes his boyfriend's dick as he goes.

"You can tell me however you want."

Gokudera follows up close by his boyfriend, reaches, and pinches at his butt while chuckling. "Or you can show me later?" He pockets the coins they'd been tossing, wondering why Takeshi has to tease him so, even if he doesn't mean to.

"Hmm, so with my lips, my tongue, my hands." He grins, looking over his shoulder back at his boyfriend, which is a bad idea cause he stumbles a little and right after his butt is pinched.

He lets out a slight yelp of surprise; it doesn't hurt at all. He just was not expecting it as he wiggles his bottom at his boyfriend for the action. "Only if you do that again."

He is teasing; he'll show him even if he doesn't pinch his butt again, and his chuckle says as much.

"Oh?" Gokudera will be the king of grabbing Takeshi's butt if there's a blowjob or some dick worship on the table. He reaches both hands, cups, and grabs both cheeks, coming up on him suddenly and speaking right against his ear. Nevermind that he has to get on his toes in order to reach.

"Gladly. Especially if you keep walking like that," He grins and then backs off, literally side-eying his boyfriend's rear.

"Who knew you liked your ass played with so much, Takeshi?"

"Yup!" Oh, Hayato does not need to grab his butt for that; Yamamoto will give him a blowjob and worship his dick with or without it; he is a shameless sort of lover who will give everything to his boyfriend without hesitation.

"Oh.." He blinks, his ass suddenly cupped that way, the warmth of Hayato coming up against him from behind and the lips on his ears, couple that with the alcohol in his system, and hopefully Hayato enjoys the shiver that ripples through his boyfriend's body.

He can feel that glance at his bottom, and those words echo in his ears. "What like this" There is a chuckle, a slight wobble, then he scoots back and teasingly wiggles his butt against his boyfriend.

"I like your hands on me anywhere, not just my butt." But the butt is nice too, more likable than he ever expected it to be, that's for sure.

Gokudera would not be opposed to such attention, but he feels the need to grab his boyfriend's butt, because why wouldn't he? It's a nice butt and he likes to give it attention. There doesn't need to be any cock worship to earn that.

He enjoys the shiver, likes the idea of pinning his lover to the nearest surface and whispering all the dirty, arousing things he want to do to him.

"Mmhm! Gonna take a bite out of it if you don't stop." He giggles and gives a pinch before moving around him to take the dishes and put them in the sink, leaning back on it, then looking him over.

Luckily they have a lifetime to do both and plenty of them. Yamamoto is never opposed to his boyfriend's attention, even in the form of pinching his butt obviously, as he is encouraging it.

Now, that would be new, though pinning him and whispering dirty, arousing things to him is bound to make Yamamoto want those things. Want to do something to Hayato, and without the bomber actively stopping him, he'd sure as hell try to do just that.

"Not too big of a bite, then it would be lopsided." He smirks, though there is a particular curiosity, wondering how it would feel to be bitten; he's bitten Hayato before, enjoys doing it not too roughly, but he has undoubtedly left marks when in the heat of the moment.

That he wobbles to the side as he steps in and puts his arms one on each side of his boyfriend and curls his fingers around the sink edge to hold himself upright speaks to how that alcohol is flowing through his system, he gives a playful smirk as he leans in but does not kiss the other.

"If you bite, do I get to bite back?"

Gokudera just wants to make Takeshi long for things that are new, that he's never tried. He wants to give him a taste of the kinds of things he likes.

"I'd have to even them out, then." And oh no... a bite out of each cheek! That'd be too much.

There's a small gasp of surprise he lets out when his boyfriend cages him in against the sink, "Mmmh unless I say my safe word. That might be too kinky for me~"

If this is his goal, he is succeeding, he has opened his boyfriend's eyes and mind to many things already and in truth, they are just getting started. There are still more things to come, Yamamoto knows it and looks forward to it honestly.

"Oh, then you'd have to bite both." Oh my, how would he ever survive, clearly by his tone he sees nothing wrong with this.

He had a purpose when he did this, now that purpose is mostly just staying upright and grinning at the young man he loves. Then the words filter in and he blinks.

"Safe word?" Wait, too kinky, Yamamoto chuckles at that, giving a faint smirk as it makes him think of something.

"You liked it the first time." He is teasing and of course, he did not bite hard, he wasn't and won't be trying to hurt the other.

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"Mmmhmm, but I bite pretty hard." He grins. Gokudera likes to leave marks, to make his partners cry out, to push just a little too far. He can be a bit of a bully when he's in a more dominating mood... a brat no matter what. It's fun to push boundaries.

Gokudera doesn't look up into his boyfriend's eyes, just focuses on his lips while he speaks, blinks slow and bleary. Nothing is steady, but that it makes it more fun. The room is sort of spinning, even if he's standing still leaned against the seat and caged between Takeshi's arms.

"I did, but if you bite me like I want to bite you, it might be too much," He says, grinning. Clearly, he wants it to hurt... to an extent.

"It'd still be good to come up with something for when we try some new things, though... like if I want to do something and you're not sure if you like it, a word you can say that I have to stop... No questions asked, out of respect." And he reaches up to cup the side of the other boy's cheek, misses, and just puts his hand against his neck.

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