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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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"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.

"Good thing, I can take the pain." Though that is very true, he grins that Yamamoto has an unnatural ability to handle pain and injuries, back on his feet faster than the average person without a doubt. Also, maybe being a bit a little harder than is polite doesn't sound so bad. Yes, he's a nice guy, sweet right down to his core, but there is still that darker, more intense side that enjoys the adrenaline of a good battle, the rush of winning a game. He's, if nothing, an adrenaline fan.

Yamamoto could agree; he thinks he's staring at his boyfriend; the truth is, he's probably had at least part of this conversation with the wall behind his boyfriend.

"Then you'd have to tell me it's too much; I could stop." Okay, he may be taking it that way; he may not; maybe tell him or show him when he is sober, he could learn to bite a little harder, especially if Hayato likes it.

He chuckles, though logically it is a good idea; he figures they would say the word stop; it makes sense; if Hayato told him to stop doing something while they were intimate, he would. But words sound fun, kind of like a code.

"Like a code word." He grins when his neck is cupped, oh hello slightly cold hand on warm skin, he leans into, which of course wobbles him sideways and to stay upright, he grabs ahold of Hayato's hip. If the other can keep his feet, at least they will just be tilted a little; if he can't, they may find themselves tumbled to the kitchen floor.

Who knows?

"Oh yeah? Get your ass bitten a lot, do you?" Gokudera knows his boyfriend can take a lot of pain, but he doesn't know if pain is something that Takeshi enjoys, or if it's just something he tolerates. There's a difference between being an adrenaline-junkie and being masochistic.

"I like when it's too much, and I say 'stop' without meaning it. Plus... if we were trying something... say, me fucking you, for example, and I wanted to blindfold you, then things might feel different. Something might be too much, and you're more curious and cautious... uh.." He mumbles something in Italian.

"When you want it but you aren't sure... cause maybe not being able to see makes it feel like things could go wrong, or you didn't know that your sight comforted you- Uncertain! If you were uncertain and you didn't like it, that safe word!" He snaps. Wow being bilingual can be a bitch, especially when he's been drinking.

"Anyways yeah... A code word." Gokudera doesn't even seem to notice the hand on his hip, is still leaned back against the counter.

"Not yet, but I never know till I try." Well, considering he has had sex a total of one time ~~three rounds not withstanding~~; he has yet to learn where he lands on that spectrum, only one way to find out.

"You, oh well.Blindfolds, that can we try that?" And he chuckles, yup, a whole lot left for him to learn, and being drunk and curious means his mind instantly wanders at that question. "Would that feel better than your finger? I liked that; it was a little weird at first but felt good." Wait, blink blink, he does not know Italian so.."Huh?"

"Oh! So I'd say uncertain?" He nods; he thinks he's got it; he does not have it at all. Though speaking of drinking, he is thirsty and Gokudera, wow he is just charming so, he leans in, wobbles, meaning to kiss his boyfriend on the lips, he lands one right on his nose.

Just a quick peck before he turns and pulls the other by his hand. "I'm thirsty, but I think we need a better keyword." Because he will not think of the word uncertain in the heat of the moment, is he? That seems funny, which makes him stop walking back toward the table and start laughing.

"Oh, I'll bite you all over and you can pick your favorite," He giggles softly at the thought and looks his boyfriend up and down, a little distracted.

"Hm? Yeah, anything!" Literally, they can be adventurous in sex. Who's going to stop them?

"Would what feel better? My dick?" He blinks and then shrugs. "We can work our way up and if you don't like it, then we don't have to do it. Simple as that. If you do, though... there's a lot of stuff that feels good.

"No no nonono!" Gokudera shoves at him gently. "Your safe word is whatever you want! Something you can remember and is easy to say, but not like a reflex. Like... I curse when we have sex, so my safe word can't be a curse. Get it?" He blinks when his nose is kissed, then follows when his hand is taken. Where are they going? Gokudera looks confused.

That thought and giggle get a chuckle out of Yamamoto. "What if I like them all the same?"

"Anything?" He's never really thought of that, but this is true. They live alone together; really, they can do what they want when they want, how they want to do, and wherever in the apartment. Yamamoto rather likes that train of thought when it takes over.

"Okay." There is that usual eagerness to the baseball player; he is unsure what he will and won't like; it's all the thought of exploring that with Hayato that matters most to him.

"You curse when we don't have sex too." He grins, the shove giving him more of a wobble than it would have before. He gets them to the table, tumbles into his chair, and makes an attempt to pull his boyfriend into his lap while picking up his cup and still talking.

This should go over great.

"What if I say baseball.." He's not good at this.

"Whether you like them or not! They'll all feel different! You can have a favorite! Like... sushi. All sushi is amazing, and I like them all, but tuna is my favorite. See? Like that."

"Yeah. Anything. If you've ever seen or heard of something, we can try it. I mean... I may need to do research or something just in case it's something like... really kinky like... choking?" He hums, wondering if he'd like that. Probably not. He's been choked a couple times and it never gave him a hard-on.

"Yeah, so then my safe word can't be a curse."

Gokudera shakes his head. "You could, but you talk about baseball a lot! Besides, going all the way in sex is like... hitting a home run or something, right?"

"Like sports, I like them all, but I love baseball." Or sushi, he does have a favorite there, but for him, his brain works how it works, and of course, in drunk mode it defaults to what it knows the best baseball!

"What if I haven't heard of it? What stuff do you like best?" Wait, wait, his brain is catching up; he blinks several times before it finishes, "Choking? Why would I do that?" If he chokes Gokudera, he could hurt him; choking does not sound all that fun, then again, default brain he is probably thinking in a battle context.

"What's your safe word? Maybe it will help me think of mine?"

Yamamoto grins wide at that. "Yup! I like hitting home runs" Yes, he meant that with double meaning and even chuckles at his world play.

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