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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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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.

Drunk or otherwise distracted, there is still too much love inside the swordsman for him not to take special care with the bomber. He means far too much to Yamamoto to risk anything ever happening to him that he would be able to prevent, including a bump on the head.

"But..this is more fun." He leans into those pecking lips, though he does try to think of a word, he swears he does, though not baseball, it can't be baseball.

"Jirou." This dissolves him into laughter, rather he means it seriously or not that is just too funny for the drunk swordsman.

It feels too natural to be here, to be cared for and he doesn't think for a second that his boyfriend wouldn't have him safe and secure against him.

"But there are a lot of fun things we can do once we do that!" Gokudera says stern and excited all at once.

Gokudera barks out a laugh and shakes his head vigorously. "No! What if... I've got you tied up and I'm going to like..." He's got to think of something wild Takeshi may not be okay with. "Stick a toy in you while I'm in you, and Jirou starts to like... chew up the leg of the chair you're tied to or something?!" Gokudera would not tie him to a chair for something like that, but hey... he just means, what if the box weapon gets into stuff?

That is the thing with falling in love with someone who was already precious to you as a friend, that you already connected with. It leads to a deeper trust. One Yamamoto knows he'd never find with anyone else in the same way.

"Oh, like what?" The sternness does not get through, though the excitement sure does and he grins.

Blink, blink, blink. Okay, let his head try to work this out, excuse the restless shift of his body Hayato, he's processing, being tied to a chair, with his boyfriend inside of him and a toy, what kind of toy? Wait, wait, too much thinking. His brain can not work it all into one cohesive thing, it's a mixture of curiosity, uncertainty only because he has never done something like that, also because it seems very hard logistically to him.

Then he laughs because the final part sinks in and the thought of him saying Jirou's name and the dog coming to his aide is very real and would be very awkward. "Okay okay." He is going to end up back at baseball references.

"Foul ball." He grins, ridiculously proud of that one. Because why would he say foul ball except for it to be a bad thing, no one wants a foul ball.

A grin is his answer to that. There are a lot of things. Clearly, his boyfriend isn't opposed to the idea of biting, and Gokudera doesn't want to hit him. Maybe spank him or strike him with a rod to make stripes on him, or to just... tie him up. He can't get the image of the other tied up and straining out of his mind, and he's focusing on that, making himself unbelievably horny until the other starts to laugh.

He blinks that hunger out of his face and then cocks his head to the side. "Foul ball? Wouldn't that be if you came somewhere you aren't supposed to?" Now he's thinking of what it means to be a pitcher sexually, and what all the bases are.

Clearly, his boyfriend is opposed to the idea of very little, except trying to find a safe word, which he is not even opposed to that. He is just too drunk and getting way too horny to even think about it. Hayato does not elaborate that gives his mind free reign and there is another restless shift under the bomber.

He leans in, he did not miss the hunger and rather it blinks away or not he can feel it coming to life in his own veins. "Where am I not supposed to come?" Wait, well, no even in sexual terms so far Hayato has had no issue where he finishes. He never thought of that, it's not as if they either have much presence of mind when they reach that point as it is.

"Where did you come when we were together?" Gokudera asks. "Anywhere but there is a foul ball... unless I'm pitching," He replies and leans in to nip at the other boy's jawline while they are so close.

He grins; desire is instant in his eyes at the comment, or more so at the thought "Inside you..." Which he will readily admit felt more amazing than he could have possibly imagined. He can not stop thinking about exactly how it felt when they were together last.

He might get a nip in, but then Yamamoto is turning his head, catching those lips and kissing Hayato; he is not thinking about safe words, who pitches or anything, except wanting to be close to his boyfriend.

"Mmmhm so then, anywhere else is a foul ball." Gokudera says with a sort of know-it-all smirk on his face. He supposes even if he were giving the other boy a blowjob, technically, he'd be catching.

The boy grins into the kiss and presses back into it, licking against his boyfriend's lips and making a soft noise between their mouths.

"Nowhere else feels as good." If he was sober, he might think long enough to point out that he has come on other places on the bomber, before they went all the way. But, he is not thinking at all at this moment.

Instead, he is kissing which is exactly what he wants to do, when the bomber licks his own tongue meets eagerly, teasing, hands sliding to settle, tugging the other closer, as much as he can considering their already close quarters.

They could get into a full on debate if they were sober. Gokudera would argue that as long as it's on him in some way, that it's technically not a foul. It doesn't have to be inside, but that was the first word that jumped out of him.

"Can't wait 'til you let me be pitcher," The words come out fast and he gives a small huff of a laugh through their kissing as he's tugged closer. It's silly to want to be closer when they are pressed as they are. It'd be smarter to take clothes off, or to just... go all the way. But... maybe not in the kitchen.

Well, Yamamoto probably would not debate long since he does not matter so much to him as what they do to get there and make his boyfriend lose himself.

"Can do anything you want." They don't know till they try, right? At the moment, though, he's antsy, wants more contact. He intends to get them up; rising with his boyfriend in his arms would usually not be a problem for the swordsman.

However, he is not in his usual way of thinking, and when he goes to do so, it all goes sideways; he does get enough time to cradle the bomber's head, so his head hits the floor, but in the end, what he does is not get them to a standing position to leave the kitchen. Instead, he lands his boyfriend on his back on the kitchen floor with a drunk, chuckling but still trying like hell to kiss him, Yamamoto, on top of him.

Blame it on the alcohol....

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

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