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[Makoto let out a playful laugh.]

Put you down? But the kitchen is no place to put you down. We'll have to go somewhere else!

[So he started walking out of the kitchen and into the main hallway.]

Where should I take you?

[OH MY GOD MAKOTO ARE YOU GOING TO MAKE HIM SAY IT YOU ARE THE WORST THE ABSOLUTE WORST WHY IS HE DATING YOU AGAIN ~~he's kind of glad Makoto didn't put him down~~.

Gokudera pressed his face to Makoto's shoulder to hide some of his blush, as if Makoto hadn't already seen it. Still somewhat muffled, he speaks against Makoto's shirt.]

Portami nella mia stanza.

[Unfortunately English is one of his worst subjects so he can't even begin to understand what that Italian means.

But hearing him speak it was...actually really cute. A small blush rises to his own cheeks since he didn't hear him speak it often.

No...focus, go back into teasing mode instead of wanting to nuzzle into his hair at that and chime "kawaii..."]

Hm? I didn't understand, so I'll have to wander around like this until I do. Tell me when I'm getting warmer.

[Then he just starts walking around the mansion with no definite direction.]

[The mansion is large, so it allows for a lot of wandering. Gokudera was at least able to notice Makoto's reaction to him speaking his mother tongue. At least now he knew he had something Makoto liked. When Makoto nears the grand staircase that goes up to where Gokudera (and Mukuro's) bedrooms are, he speaks again.]

Caldo. Warm.

Ka-ru-do...?

[He nods and starts heading up the staircase, easily carrying Gokudera with no problem at all.]

Caldo.

[Once at the top of the stairs he's pretty sure Makoto has to know what he's getting at, but he still repeats it anyway.]

Portami nella mia stanza. Take me to my room.

Ca...Cardo...Cardo...

[That "l" was a killer for him. When he heard the instructions, he obeyed and started heading to his room.

The Italian was...really cute. ~~And sort of hot~~.

He finally made it to his room.]

Could you open the door? My hands are full.

[He let out a chuckle.]

[Gokudera can always teach him how to be a very cunning linguist.

Though that joke is kinda wasted on neither of them being ladies.]

Ah, yeah. [Still keeping an arm securely around Makoto's shoulders, Gokudera reaches out to the knob and gives it a little twist, pushing at the door so it swings open inward.

There's still really only the bed to sit on...]

[Makoto walks into the room and closes the door with his foot before moving over to the bed.

Without even realizing that his actions are a little sexual, he bends down a little so that it's not such a great drop and plops him on the bed.]

Destination reached!

[Gokudera was dropped (gently) onto the bed, wondering if Makoto had any idea the implications of that. Probably not. Most certainly not.

But there was really only one way to find out.

Grabbing onto Makoto's shirt, Gokudera pulled him down as well, and into a kiss.]

Wah!

[He makes sure to catch himself so that he didn't crush Gokudera as he fell. But he kissed back regardless of how surprised he was.]

[Gokudera has thought way too often about how he didn't think he'd really mind Makoto's weight pinning him to a mattress, not really. The more he thought about it, the more he thought it wouldn't be bad at all really.

Though, no matter how much he wanted, now was probably not the time for that kind of thing. So once Gokudera had to pull back slightly for air again, he shifted his weight on the bed to sit up better. It'd be far too dangerous just laying there.]

[Makoto scooted back a bit to let Gokudera sit up and catch his breath. He sat on his knees and caught his own breath quickly before going back in to capture Gokudera's lips again with his own.

This time he initiated the passionate kiss because the last time, it felt so nice.]

[Oh! Gokudera had been worried that this was not what Makoto had in mind when going to Gokudera's room, but with the other boy's lips enthusiastically meeting his own, Gokudera was more than happy to oblige Makoto. He wrapped his arms around Makoto's shoulders, returning the kiss.]

[Makoto's own hands found their way into Gokudera's hair. His touch was gentle, always gentle. He stroked the hair the fell behind his ears not unlike he would a cat.

He moved his lips a bit, pressing their lips together a little harder before his lips attempted to coax Gokudera's own to part.]

[Every caress by Makoto felt absolutely electric, coursing sensation through his nerves, heat pooling just below his stomach because he'd never been touched like this before, not from another person. He hastily yanked his rings off to drop on the bed so they wouldn't get caught in Makoto's hair, hands trembling as he shyly began to return the caresses.

Hayato suddenly felt self-conscious about his smoking habit as Makoto urged his lips to part. What if he thought it was gross? Gokudera had never cared before, it never mattered, bur now he was terribly afraid. That fear wasn't enough to hold him back, not with Makoto's mouth doing what it was doing, and he shyly opened his in return.]

[Makoto had never done this before, either, so he hoped he was doing all right. It certainly felt right to him, so he went along with it, trying not to question it too much. As long as Gokudera didn't make any indications that he was uncomfortable or weirded out by what he was doing, he would continue on.

So without putting too much thought into it, he allowed his tongue to make its way into Gokudera's parted mouth.

He blushed a bit as he could feel Gokudera's tongue against his own and could taste a bit of their meal with an undertone of cigarettes. The cigarettes didn't...taste all that great, but he would ignore that for Gokudera's sake.]

Mm...

[Gokudera was worried about messing up, about Makoto thinking he was weird, or strange, or - or any other number of anxious rejections that ran through his head. But Makoto just kept kissing him, and while the other boy's tongue in his mouth first felt weird, it quickly turned pleasant, until Gokudera's whole body felt like it was humming with excitement. His lungs were burning for air but he didn't want to pull away from Makoto, so only with great reluctance did he pull back just far enough to be able to gasp for breath. His heart was beating like a jackhammer in his chest. He was certain he had to look stupid, all red-faced and far too excited over kissing (he was seriously regretting wearing tight jeans today) but even the same wasn't enough to override the excitement of Makoto.]

Ah... ah...

[When Gokudera pulled back, he took in a few deep breaths. Since he was a swimmer, holding his breath was a specialty of his. And though he had really, thoroughly enjoyed kissing Gokudera, he was unconsciously making a slight face at the lingering taste of tobacco in his mouth which could have been totally misconstrued. ]

[Gokudera nuzzled at Makoto's cheek as he struggled to catch his breath, wanting to return to the kissing as soon as he had the lung capacity to do so. Of course, when he glanced up to see the slight grimace...

He wasn't athletic, but he did have good reflexes. And all of a sudden there was an arm's length of distance between the two of them.]

D-did I do something wrong? [He did, didn't he? He screwed up somewhere and Makoto hated it and never wanted to see him again and everything was terrible and he'd screwed everything up and-]

[The sudden change in Gokudera made his own eyes widen and he blinked a bit confused, not realizing that he had made such a strange face.]

Wh-what? No! You didn't do anything wrong. I really liked what we were doing.

A-are you sure because it's okay I mean if I did something wrong you can tell me I can take it I'd rather know you don't have to worry about sparing my feelings- [For being out of breath before he can certainly babble really well when he goes into panic mode. And he is panicking.]

I-I mean...the cigarette taste was a little weird...but other than that, I really liked it!

[Oh no, did he make a face? He felt really bad for hurting his feelings. He put his own face into his hands out of shame for himself.]

I'm sorry, Hayatoooo....

I'LL QUIT SMOKING THEN!

[... ... Yep, it really was just that simple. For all the people that tried to yell at him over his smoking, it just came down to he liked kissing Makoto. He really liked it. He liked it much more than smoking. So, if he couldn't have both...]

Really?!

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