redshiftlogs | 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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"Nuh-uh. You'd bring me right with you. You can't stop grabbing me! If I go down, I'm taking you with me!" Gokudera says with a little laugh.

"Did you? What were you going to do to me, hm? Trying to make me tie you up?" Gokudera grins and tips his head to welcome more of Takeshi's lips to his neck where they tickle and give him goosebumps.

"Nope, I can't, you feel too good, can't keep my hands to myself." He teases, though it is also very true. Because his hands are anything but to himself.

In fact, they are sliding under his boyfriend's shirt, dragging blunt nails across his stomach as he nibbles at that neck when it's exposed more, chuckling at the question.

"Mm, did say you could do whatever you want."

Gokudera sits up straight at the feeling of nails on his stomach, and makes a soft noise while trying to squirm away. It tickles!! But the bite feels good, so he just ends up sort of shimmying in place, lifting a shoulder and giving a soft breathless giggle.

"Ah! Not gonna take advantage of you!" They're both drunk. Sure, it sounds like fun, and sure he has some kind of permission, but he doesn't trust himself to not do something stupid and accidentally hurt his boyfriend.

Well, it is not as if Yamamoto minds the shimmying, in fact, he rather enjoys it. Which means, he is beginning to draw patterns with the nail drags over the bomber's stomach. Teeth claiming a little more skin, biting a little harder this time before lips suckle. There will be at least one mark from tonight it seems.

"Mm, can I take advantage of you then?" He is not thinking in terms of possibly messing up or hurting Hayato. In truth, all he is thinking is his boyfriend is sexy as hell and the image of him bent over their table with his ass in the air is very alluring.

Gokudera lets out a long groan as the other commits to biting him. Those nails tickle, but because they’re over such a sensitive area, he’s tense and excited simultaneously, not willing to move away.

“You already are!”

"True!" He chuckles, tongue lapping against skin. Hayato is not moving away and Yamamoto does not seem of a mind to stop. In fact, his fingers continue to caress his stomach.

Yamamoto bringing his own body in a little tighter against his boyfriend's back. He nudges his shirt aside to bite down where shoulder and neck begin to blend.

"Can I take advantage of you while you're bent over the table?"

He shivers and gives a gentle moan at the lick, the way the fingers against his stomach make it feel like it's fluttering. Muscles tense on reflex and he lets out a soft laugh of his own, one hand moving onto the table and gripping the edge as the other holds Takeshi's arm. He tries to push himself back as the other brings himself forward, then tips his head to offer more.

"Don't know why you even bother asking, Idiot..." Gokudera smiles and lifts onto his toes to grind back.

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Blame it on the alcohol....

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