This is Tachibana Makoto. I'm sorry that I didn't make it to the phone in time. If you could leave a message, I'll get back to you as soon as possible. Take care
[The next step would be to put Makoto's hand right on his crotch in hopes he got the picture, and Gokudera would be very, very thankful it didn't have to come to that. Though really, with Makoto kissing him back, he stopped thinking so much about anything that was stressing him out before. The craving of nicotine was replaced with craving more of Makoto, and again Gokudera's hands tightened on the back of the other boy's shirt, kneading at the fabric. Hayato moved his tongue against Makoto's, inviting it further in, a pleased sound building at the back of his throat.]
[Makoto leaned in a bit more as Gokudera invited his tongue more, bending Gokudera backward. His arm moved around his back to support him while his other hand steadied himself up on the bed.
Makoto let out a soft breath as their tongues pushed and moved against each other. Something about how sudden this was sparked something inside of him and he started to kiss a little fervently. Perhaps it was his need of a strong connection and a deep bond that allowed him to move so passionately.]
[Gokudera bent at Makoto's direction - there was precious little Makoto could imply he wanted Gokudera to do right now that Gokudera wouldn't be absolutely pleased to give him.
Even when he needed air, Gokudera was reluctant to part lips with Makoto more than he absolutely had to, breath panting as they'd gone from one shy kiss to - well, this, more than they'd ever really done before. It just made Gokudera want more, whatever Makoto was willing to give him.
Unintentionally, Gokudera's kneading movements began to tug Makoto's shirt upwards, and if Makoto didn't stop him it wasn't long at all before his fingers were caressing the bare skin of Makoto's muscled back.]
[Makoto didn't stop Gokudera's hands from sliding up his muscular back. His own arm had snaked around Gokudera so that his hand could easily reach up into Gokudera's hair where he gently pet him, using his long fingers to massage his scalp.
Again, being a swimmer helped with the breathing thing, so he was easily able to catch his breath when they briefly parted their lips to do so.]
[Gokudera would be lying if he said he didn't fantasize a certain amount over touching Makoto's toned body like this, about being able to finally caress the swimmer's skin. It was even better than he had imagined.
His own breath control wasn't as good, but being light headed and dizzy around Makoto was nothing new for Gokudera at this point. He wanted to be as close as possible to the other boy, practically purring with delight at the hands at his hair.]
[The cat-like purring for some odd reason made Makoto happier. Maybe he was secretly into that kind of thing. It wasn't before long that Makoto was tipping them back further and further without realizing it and he eventually flopped on top of the other.
Though that didn't stop him from kissing the other. He loved this feeling. It was exhilarating and he felt as if he could connect more and more to Gokudera at this kind of level.
Everything started to feel warm and pleasant and when their mouths parted briefly, he let out a soft noise.]
[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.]
[Makoto could feel his abs move under Gokudera's hands. He wasn't used to being touched in this way and he certainly wasn't complaining. It felt really good to be touched by someone that loved him.
He could also feel something happening down below. Something tight...Especially after the way his name came off of Gokudera's lips. He wanted to pull more of those calls from his lips.
He started to nibble ever-so-gently at those lips of his.]
[Gokudera's skinny jeans were borderline uncomfortable on most days. Now they were practically torture with the feelings Makoto was inspiring in him. His breathing was so rough, lips shiny and red from their intense kissing, and he was absolutely determined to memorize all of Makoto's chest by touch alone.]
[Makoto's own feelings were becoming intense as he started moving his lips along his jawline. His hands move down to Gokudera's slender sides.
Unlike his own beefy physique, he can feel how lithe Gokudera's frame was--how his own hands could easily wrap around his waist as he buried the other with his own massive frame.]
[Gokudera squirmed again, hips shifting to seek some position where his jeans weren't so goddamn constructing tight on the tent that was steadily forming in his trousers, his legs rubbing against Makoto's in the process. Every touch was so new, so absolutely overwhelming. It was too much and Gokudera still wanted more.]
Makoto, ah, ah ... please... Makoto, yes-!
[He had to be quiet, anyone could hear them, but even when whispering Gokudera's voice was heated and desperate with his pleas. He wrapped his arms around Makoto's back again to pull him ever closer.]
[When Gokudera's leg started to press against him in the best way possible, he couldn't stop a soft moan from coming from his throat.
Things were getting pretty heated pretty quickly, especially from hearing the way Gokudera was calling out to him like that. One part of him said to stop since he was sharing a room with Haru who could come in at any moment. The much louder part of his mind that he didn't know existed until now was saying 'Hayato! Hayato! Hayato!'
Because his hormones were overriding any rational thought, he couldn't stop himself from rubbing against Gokudera, letting out the softest of grunts from deep within his chest.]
[It was too much, too overwhelming. Gokudera needed Makoto, more than he needed cigarettes, more than he needed air, more than he needed absolutely anything. His grip on the other boy tightened and he bit at Makoto's neck to try and muffle his own moans against the other boy's skin as he bucked his hips up hard against Makoto's - just two or three and it'd be all over for certain but he couldn't bring himself to even care or feel embarrassed, he just needed Makoto's touch, Makoto's everything-!
But as soon as he pushed against Makoto the once, from somewhere else in the halfway house came a booming yell, declaring that it was time for a house meeting and NOW.]
[The shout had startled him so bad, he felt like a little boy being caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He let out a yelp and rolled off of Gokudera, landing on the floor with a hard thud.]
Ow....
[He felt dizzy with the sudden directional change of his blood flow.]
I didn't say I was going to smoke one, just that I wanted one! [The worst part about being high strung and irritable right now is that kissing to calm him down won't work at all right now. Though, he catches himself and cringes, grabbing a pillow to hide his face against it.]
I snapped at you, why wouldn't I be sorry? [On the bright side (if there's a bright side), the shame at losing his temper with Makoto no matter how briefly or trivially kills a lot of the problems he was having below the waist.
He's still hiding his face against the pillow, so the words are kinda muffled.]
[Makoto took a deep breath and released it. He stood up, he had calmed down most of the way. The fall had at least shaken him up enough to help him settle down and now the change of topic.]
R-right. Good idea. [Gokudera took a deep breath and set the pillow aside, trying (and failing) to look grumpy at Makoto petting his hair. He was mostly calmed down as well by the time he stood, straightening out his clothes and running his hands through his hair a few times so he looked a little bit less like he'd just had some hot and heavy makeout session.]
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Makoto let out a soft breath as their tongues pushed and moved against each other. Something about how sudden this was sparked something inside of him and he started to kiss a little fervently. Perhaps it was his need of a strong connection and a deep bond that allowed him to move so passionately.]
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Even when he needed air, Gokudera was reluctant to part lips with Makoto more than he absolutely had to, breath panting as they'd gone from one shy kiss to - well, this, more than they'd ever really done before. It just made Gokudera want more, whatever Makoto was willing to give him.
Unintentionally, Gokudera's kneading movements began to tug Makoto's shirt upwards, and if Makoto didn't stop him it wasn't long at all before his fingers were caressing the bare skin of Makoto's muscled back.]
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Again, being a swimmer helped with the breathing thing, so he was easily able to catch his breath when they briefly parted their lips to do so.]
Mm...
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His own breath control wasn't as good, but being light headed and dizzy around Makoto was nothing new for Gokudera at this point. He wanted to be as close as possible to the other boy, practically purring with delight at the hands at his hair.]
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Though that didn't stop him from kissing the other. He loved this feeling. It was exhilarating and he felt as if he could connect more and more to Gokudera at this kind of level.
Everything started to feel warm and pleasant and when their mouths parted briefly, he let out a soft noise.]
Hayato...
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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.]
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He could also feel something happening down below. Something tight...Especially after the way his name came off of Gokudera's lips. He wanted to pull more of those calls from his lips.
He started to nibble ever-so-gently at those lips of his.]
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[Gokudera's skinny jeans were borderline uncomfortable on most days. Now they were practically torture with the feelings Makoto was inspiring in him. His breathing was so rough, lips shiny and red from their intense kissing, and he was absolutely determined to memorize all of Makoto's chest by touch alone.]
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Unlike his own beefy physique, he can feel how lithe Gokudera's frame was--how his own hands could easily wrap around his waist as he buried the other with his own massive frame.]
Hah...
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Makoto, ah, ah ... please... Makoto, yes-!
[He had to be quiet, anyone could hear them, but even when whispering Gokudera's voice was heated and desperate with his pleas. He wrapped his arms around Makoto's back again to pull him ever closer.]
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Things were getting pretty heated pretty quickly, especially from hearing the way Gokudera was calling out to him like that. One part of him said to stop since he was sharing a room with Haru who could come in at any moment. The much louder part of his mind that he didn't know existed until now was saying 'Hayato! Hayato! Hayato!'
Because his hormones were overriding any rational thought, he couldn't stop himself from rubbing against Gokudera, letting out the softest of grunts from deep within his chest.]
Nn...Nnhn...
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But as soon as he pushed against Makoto the once, from somewhere else in the halfway house came a booming yell, declaring that it was time for a house meeting and NOW.]
V-VAFFANCULO!
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Ow....
[He felt dizzy with the sudden directional change of his blood flow.]
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Makoto, are you okay?!
[Well, worrying about the other boy kept him from focusing too much on his own state. He needed a cigarette badly, or about ten ice cold showers.]
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I-I'm fine...
[He thought he could use a cold shower, too, but Haru was soaking in the tub again.]
U-uhm...
We should go downstairs before Watanuki-san gets upset.
A-ah...in a few moments.
[Now he could finally understand Gokudera's pain in willing himself to be calmed. No wonder he smoked, this was intense willpower.]
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... Oh gosh Makoto was packing, now that they were separated he could see the tent in the other boy's pants and welp he was staring.]
...Fuck, I really need a cigarette.
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[He shifted uncomfortably.]
No cigarette, though. If I can calm down, so can you.
Maybe after Haru's done soaking, we can splash cold water on our faces.
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Sorry. I'm sorry.
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He's still hiding his face against the pillow, so the words are kinda muffled.]
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No it's okay. It's no big deal.
[He pat Gokudera's head more like a kitten now.]
Let's go downstairs.
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... Next time, we do that at my place.
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It'll be safer that way. Hahaha...