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
[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, 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...