[Gokudera's hands clenched and unclenched in Makoto's shirt, like a cat kneading in happiness and contentment, though Gokudera was hardly 'content'. He wanted. He wanted. He wanted.
Gokudera swallowed hard, but the lump in his throat didn't go away.]
You.
[So much for vocalizing his thoughts to calm things down. He met Makoto's eyes, his own dark with desire.]
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Gokudera swallowed hard, but the lump in his throat didn't go away.]
You.
[So much for vocalizing his thoughts to calm things down. He met Makoto's eyes, his own dark with desire.]
... Whatever you'll give me. I want.