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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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"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.

“Right!” Gokudera could bite him all over, but there isn’t a favorite spot yet. No limit has been set.

“You can hear about it by talking to other people or... reading? I know a lot from Amoi.” He nods.

Gokudera clears his throat as he admits, “I like pain with my pleasure.”

“I like to use light colors. So green is good, keep going. Yellow is proceed with caution. I might not be sure if I like something but I don’t want you to stop. But if I say “red light” then that’s it. That’s pretty much my safe word.”

Gokudera smirks and his mind wanders. He likes being bound and hit... spanked, scratched, bitten, and somewhat tormented. They should try blindfolding... he’s stuck grinning.

"Then we have to test them all." Because how does he know if he doesn't try each one, right? Yes, he just told his boyfriend to try biting him anywhere or everywhere.

"So, you'd like it if I was rougher?" He does not want to "hurt" Hayato, but there is an absolute thrill that runs through his body at the thought of something a little rougher. A curiosity at discovering how that would feel.

"I can remember that." He grins because that makes it easy, green go, yellow go but slow to make sure Hayato likes it, and red is put the brakes on. He can do that.

Then he is tilting his head, looking at his boyfriend with a questioning expression. If he knew the thoughts, he could confirm that if Gokudera wants to try any of those, even the blindfolds, he would. Instead, he tries again to kiss the bomber, almost gets there but stops at the stuck grin on his face with a chuckle.

"What are you thinking about?"

"I'd love to," Gokudera says with a sultry, low tone to his voice. He will nibble all over his lover so long as it gives them the satisfaction of discovering new pleasures. He feels eager to hear the kind of noises Takeshi would make in response to that.

"There's all sorts of ways to be rougher," Gokudera lowers his eyelids. He's enjoyed being spanked before until his ass felt hot and tingled at even the gentlest touch. Then, he's also had his throat fucked so hard that it hurt to talk for a while.

"I'd like to see you try and make me beg," a cocky smirk and he looks his boyfriend up and down.

Oh, he knows that tone, he likes that tone, that tone makes tingles through his body in response. It also lends a little bit to his imagination, and for a moment, he is caught thinking about just how that would feel.

Lots of that going on in his head tonight; how does he settle on one thing?

"Like?" Maybe, specifics since he has no desire for anyone else or to please anyone else, of course, knowing what Gokudera enjoys and he himself enjoys is the most important.

Wait wait. One sexy as hell, excuse him while he for a moment just stares back, that smirk and look are a dangerous combo.

Two that sounds like a challenge, and after a moment, a cocky twist flits into his smile, "I bet I could." After all, he is nothing if not a determined young man; he'd spend hours to make it happen.

"I'd..." He reaches his hand up, puts a finger to Takeshi's neck and start to trail it down. "Like-" It trails down and another finger is added, "to see..." another finger, "You..." Gokudera licks his lips and stops his hand on Takeshi's hip. His thumb lands last. "Try."

And he pushes to flip them, turns his body and instead of making a smooth turn, he just ends up leaning against Takeshi, pushing him to the counter.

"Nothing primal..." No growling or biting. Gokudera doesn't want to be scratched. He'd rather stinging pain or a build up of pleasure that leaves him teetering and yearning, aching for more. "Just that hot..." Gokudera steps up onto his toes and kisses gently at Takeshi's chin. "Needy kind of pleasure, you know?"

It is instant when Hayato touches him, his finger starts trailing and he licks his lips, honey eyes going from those lips to the trailing finger as they darken.

Then, they are turning, wait, no they are leaning, but that brings his boyfriend against him and Yamamoto immediately just wraps his arms around the bomber.

"Primal?" That sounds, odd, then again his brain is not on all cylinders here. Plus, the bomber feels very nice in his arms and his hands are far too tempted to drift. "Bad hands, stay." He snickers, oh then there is a kiss to his chin, words that send a slight shiver down his spine.

"I think so." He leans in, finally getting the other's lips this time or least right at the edge of them with a soft kiss and little nibble. "I might need a lot of practice to get it right, just to be sure."

Gokudera likes to be in control, to be the one pinning the taller boy and to be saying something he knows is being received so well.

"Mmmhm... growling, biting... a sort of hunting dominance." He says. "Not my cup of tea, but it's not bad." Far from it. It would make thing exciting and he has a feeling Yamamoto would be into that, being more physically dominant, which is fine, but not his favorite way to be made submissive. Gokudera has never been called a brat before, and he isn't familiar with the term, but his bossy, difficult, demanding ways would definitely make him one.

"I'd rather it be overwhelming. So good it hurts..." He growls and then smirks, nipping at his boyfriend's chin. "I can only wish you luck, but just keep in mind that the goal isn't to give me what I want until I beg for it." And not while Takeshi is drunk. Because then he'd get what he wants, he's sure... and neither of them would be able to do anything with that prize.

"No. Good hands," Gokudera says and takes one, kisses it and just end up licking it with a laugh. Whoops.

Yamamoto is more physically dominant by nature, but he is also laid-back at the same time. Curious and comfortable enough in himself and his relationship with his boyfriend, he does not mind the control being in the bomber's hands.

Oh, no doubt, the thing is Yamamoto loves those bossy ways, and so, while maybe he could get into something like that, he's by far more into their exact dynamic, a give and take sort of back and forth. Plus, it still stands, what turns him on the most, makes him feel the most pleasure, is knowing how he makes Hayato feel.

"You're hard to say no to, but I can resist...." He likes the challenge of it, the thought of it, and if he were not drunk, he'd probably be hard thinking about it, considering he's excited by the talk alone. He can do intense and overwhelming, of course, within reason. Still, then, Hayato already knows how easily the swordsman can focus on in him, stands to reason that if he's trying to make the pleasure so overwhelming it aches, it hurts, that same intensity of his should benefit.

"But they want to touch everywhere, like here." He glides his hand down, grabbing the bomber's ass with a firm grip. Then his is taken, it's kissed and licked, his tongue darting across his lips at the action, then the laugh, and he chuckles, wiggling his fingers a little. "Are they lollipops?"

"Be as much a struggle for me to hold out as it will be for you to hold back." Because there are all sorts of ways Takeshi could torture him with pleasure and make him lose his pride, and beg for his lover. But then, he also knows that if he's desperate enough, lost to the pleasure enough that it will be hard for Takeshi to not submit to him and give him what he wants.

"Why stop them?" He asks and keeps his mouth focused on the one against his lips, the other can stay on his ass. "Mmmm want them to be?" Gokudera sucks one of those fingers into his mouth, lavishing attention with his tongue.

"Yeah, I like making you feel good more than anything" Hayato is not wrong; he knows his boyfriend's inability to resist him, especially when he is aroused, wanting the swordsman because it makes that desire for the bomber that he has all the more potent.

"We were talking.." He grins at the next question though he swallows, nodding his head only once before his finger slides into Hayato's mouth, his tongue teasing it, and of course, the swordsman can imagine that tongue, how it feels other places, how distracting it is to watch the bomber's mouth as it teases his finger.

The hand on Hayato's ass grips, kneading softly as he uses the clasp to bring their bodies more snugly together.

"You look good doing that."

“Mmhm...” He thinks there are a lot of ways to make him beg without giving him pleasure. Takeshi looks good enough, moves smoothly enough, that even just tying Gokudera up, then stripping in front of him would be enough to work him up. Hell, just watching Takeshi walk is tempting to the bomber.

Gokudera’s eyes narrow as he sucks that digit, stroking with his lips and tongue, tracing against the sides of knuckles and then around his boyfriends nail before pulling back and looking satisfied.

“Feels good, too.” He’d be happy putting his mouth on any part of Takeshi.

The alcohol is making him hungry for this, and he slides his hands up his boyfriend’s body, resting them on shoulders and pressing into him.

“You can keep talking.”

Then Hayato knows exactly how Yamamoto feels; the thing is, Hayato has told him that holding back, not giving in till he begs will please him. As long as he can hold himself back (wish him luck Universe, because he succumbs quickly to the passion of his Storm), he can do this, may already have an idea or two in mind on what he can do; the most significant part is his need to be careful when he does touch the other. That skin under his fingers will only make him crave more of it.

For now, though, he is pinpointed on a single finger that is licking fire into his veins.

"Yeah.." It does, then again, that tongue and mouth on him always feel good, so do those hands that run up his body, what feels best though, the lithe frame that presses into his.

"Rather do this." Alcohol, Hayato's touches, the simple fact that he always has some sort of desire for the bomber in his veins, no matter what he is doing, blame what you want. Either way, screw talking, he just wants to kiss his boyfriend, and this time he is focused enough despite being drunk to catch his lips. It's not nearly as smooth as his usual kiss; it's a little sloppy, most definitely hungry, and taste just like the alcohol in both their systems.

Holding back from what he wants makes him want all the more, and then when he finally does have it, the effort makes it so much better. If Takeshi were to tempt him and then finally let Gokudera do what he wants, he'd savor it with such strong longing he's sure he wouldn't be able to think of anything. It'd quiet his mind and bring him so much fulfillment.

He likes the idea of introducing his boyfriend to such things, to give him a taste for what they both like without doing so outright.

"Mh!" Gokudera hums happy acceptance and those hands move up, cradling Takeshi's face as they kiss, as he licks sloppily into the messy, heated kiss.

A fun lesson for Yamamoto to learn is that he enjoys adrenaline; it will not be surprising to find him enjoying the anticipation such a build-up can bring. If nothing else, bringing his lover fulfillment, settling his mind, those are things he is every day striving to do, so if that can do it, he is going to give it with all he has.

Lucky for Hayato, his boyfriend is a blank canvas of sorts; any lessons to be learned here are his to teach, and Yamamoto for once is an eager, engaged student.

He loves the sound of that happy hum, letting a pleased noise out into the kiss as he draws them as close as he can, slipping a little as his balance is not what it should be; he catches his body against that counter, gripping hard to Hayato's ass so as not to let go of him. Tongue meeting Hayato's eagerness, he does not care if it's messy; it feels good, as does every time they touch.

Gokudera knows Takeshi would enjoy it, especially if he makes it a challenge for the both of them. Having to beg sets a clear goal, something his swordsman can work him towards so they can both get what they want.

His fingers slide up and start to comb through Takeshi's hair as they kiss, as he presses more of his weight when he feels the other boy slip and readjust his balance. They could both fall and he'd still keep kissing, not minding at all the grip of hands against him.

Well, they both love a challenge, and Yamamoto, when the time comes, is sure to rise to the occasion, no pun intended. After all, once he sets a goal in his mind, nothing has a way of stopping him; he can be relentless that way.

Oh good, because his legs are still wobbly, and the more he focuses on that kiss and those fingers in his hair, the less he cares about standing. So with an almost calculated move, he slips them down to the floor, cupping one ass cheek in each hand as he pulls his boyfriend on top of him.

Head tilting back enough to let him part his lips, nipping Hayato's upper lip, tongue following soon after as he barely breaks for breath, he'll wait till he has to. Right now, all he wants is the lips against his to keep moving, to keep tasting the other on his tongue.

Gokudera makes a small surprised noise into the kiss as he keeps himself pressed to Takeshi, having his boyfriend lean into the cabinets while his knees cage his hips on the kitchen floor, hands on his ass and holding him tight still.

"Ah still gotta... get a word for you..." He says with a laughing gasp.

It was easier this way than actually falling down on the kitchen floor on top of his boyfriend. Not that he does not enjoy such a position but he had enough thought to not hit Hayato's head against the hard floor.

"Hmm?" He blinks, word for him? But he just wants another kiss, so after that laughing gasp he is leaning in and trying for one, he gets his lips against Hayato's then he remembers.

"Right! Safewords for sex." He chuckles, right there against his boyfriend's lips.

Gokudera is happy to be on top in this moment, then, and especially thankful for his boyfriend's consideration. The kitchen floor may not be terribly forgiving, but with something to lean on, he's practically sitting on Takeshi's lap while he's kissing him.

"Yeah." He chuckles back and then pecks gently at those kissing lips.

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cw: mentions of nsfw stuff >>

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talks about kinks are NSFW right? Just gonna go ahead and warn for kink-talk

Kink-talk but never shaming XD but yes I think that counts as NSFW and needs the warning ^^

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