[Being pinned under Makoto was also even more pleasant than he had imagined. He shifted his arms so that he could slide his hands up the front of Makoto's shirt to feel those abs as well. Again, every nerve felt like it was on fire, and all the heat was pooling to one place in particular. Gokudera squirmed.]
Makoto. [He breathed the other boy's name reverently, like his own personal prayer. Anything Makoto asked, Gokudera would give to him, gladly, and he desperately hoped Makoto would ask. Or just imply. That was fine too.]
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Makoto. [He breathed the other boy's name reverently, like his own personal prayer. Anything Makoto asked, Gokudera would give to him, gladly, and he desperately hoped Makoto would ask. Or just imply. That was fine too.]