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[Yes, Makoto's pants were coming off. Or at least, they were getting opened, and Gokudera was wiggling them down. Totally off might have to wait. As soon as Gokudera got Makoto's underwear down as well (small pause to make sure Makoto had time to say no if he wanted) he was... a little distracted.]

O-oh.

[Well. It was good to know that Makoto was ... proportional.]

[His cock was now exposed to him and that alone made him a little nervous. They were really going to do this. His nervousness soon faded into excitement. They were going to do this. That notion stirred him up a bit more and made him suck in a breath.

When he heard the 'oh', he opened his eyes and looked down at the light-haired boy. He blinked a bit, wondering what he was talking about until he saw where his gaze was directed.

A deeper blush rose to his cheeks. He'd never really...considered his size in the realms of pleasing someone before, but...well...he was glad to know that Gokudera was pleasantly surprised.

He looked away bashfully.]

U-uhm..yeah...

Edited 2014-03-08 04:24 (UTC)

[They were gonna do this. He was gonna do this. He'd seen porn that involved this kind of thing so he understood the concept of it even if he'd never received or given it in practice.]

It's good. You're good. Uh - [He had to shut up, and, well - there seemed to be no better way to do that then make his mouth otherwise occupied.

How convenient he had something to occupy his mouth right in front of him.

Careful of his teeth, Gokudera ducked down to work Makoto with his tongue first, just trying to see what Makoto responded best to.]

[Makoto's eyes widened a bit as he suddenly felt Gokudera's tongue on a very sensitive area. So this was happening. Was this okay?]

A-are you sure, Hayato?

[His body was definitely sure. His dick hardened even more at the idea of getting this kind of attention. He reached his hand down and pushed Gokudera's bangs back.]

[Gokudera blushed again. He was hoping Makoto wouldn't ask, would just enjoy, but... well, if he kept asking Makoto if things were okay, it was probably fair, right?

Meeting Makoto's eyes, Gokudera's breath tickled at Makoto's erection as he spoke.] ... I've been thinking about this long enough to be sure. [For this part, at least.]

[Makoto settled down a bit. So Gokudera had been thinking about him in this way? For some reason, that made him a little happy. So he was thought of in a sexual way...

He buried his hand into his hair, silently telling him to keep going. He closed his eyes to let Gokudera do what he wanted to do. The anticipation alone was enough for him to really want it and if his boyfriend wanted it, then he wanted it all the more.]

Edited 2014-03-08 06:01 (UTC)

[Makoto had been on Gokudera's mind in ways that were not entirely innocent since before the two even started actually dating. Of course, given Makoto's physique, Gokudera was pretty sure he couldn't be blamed.

Gokudera was relieved when Makoto closed his eyes - it was a little too early on for him to feel confidant enough to not only perform but perform while someone was watching him. He just ... really really wanted Makoto to feel good.

One hand braced against the bed for balance, Gokudera used his other hand to hold on to Makoto's erection while he began to cover every inch of skin down there with his tongue. It wasn't a bad taste, but he thought, though he was pretty sure he'd think that about anything having to do with Makoto. Then, slowly and carefully to not do something stupid like choke himself, Gokudera began to take Makoto into his mouth as deeply as he could.

[Yeah, this was definitely a new feeling, but definitely not an unwanted one. His brows knit together as he felt a pleasant stirring in his loins. The hand in Gokudera's soft hair gave a twitch and he was careful not to grasp it.

The feeling he was getting was, to him, indescribable so he just concentrated on the feeling until he could figure out the words. Though, the more he concentrated on the feeling, the more he couldn't even think. ]

H-Hayato...

[It was difficult to maneuver his tongue around Makoto - the other boy seemed even bigger when he was in Gokudera's mouth, and things were not made easier by Hayato's on straining erection making a tent out of his jeans.

He pulled back just a bit to catch his breath, figuring how to start again to fit Makoto into his mouth more. While he panted over Makoto's cock he muttered, to make sure Makoto knew -]

... S'okay if you wanna pull my hair a bit.

[He wasn't sure if it was a turn on or anything like that, but he wouldn't mind anything Makoto did. With that, he went down on Makoto again, shifting his tongue and humming around the other boy, able to fit more in this time.]

Hah... [Makoto's eyes opened just a touch when Gokudera paused for the moment. He wanted to make sure that he was okay down there. The sight was extremely erotic. Seeing his boyfriend's mouth poised over his now-moistened erection. He could feel his own pre-cum start to bead at the tip.

He didn't know if he could have even helped but pull his hair a little when he went back down on him. He felt himself become engulfed even more and his eyes shut closed yet again. His hand gripped Gokudera's hair, but it was still gentle, always gentle.]

Mmmm....This...feels incredible... [He said to reassure him. And it wasn't even reassurance, it was fact.]

[For Gokudera it was reassurance, to know he was doing well, to know Makoto liked what he was doing, that he wasn't screwing up entirely. Seeing the composed and gentle boy start to unwind made Gokudera even harder, and he moaned around Makoto's erection as he started to work what he couldn't fit in his mouth with his hand. Tugging, rubbing, caressing the skin of the shaft as well as Makoto's balls. He wanted Makoto to feel good, to make him lose control.]

[It was starting to become overwhelming. His hip gave a twitch as he willed himself to not buck up into Gokudera's mouth. His other hand that wasn't tangling itself into his hair grasped the bed sheets and started twisting them.

His breaths started to come out when they wanted to. Sometimes he'd hold them in before releasing a particularly short gasp which made him feel all the more light headed. All of his attention was on the feelings Gokudera was giving him and on nothing else.

So to say he was losing control would be completely accurate.]

Ha-Ha...Hayato...!

[Even at the slight twitch, Gokudera almost had to pull back to cough. It was too distracting, the way Makoto was losing control, trying to focus on that and the task at hand took all of Gokudera's attention. He wanted to put Makoto over the edge and ... god help him, he kinda wanted to taste that part of Makoto, too.

Even so. Even so he didn't trust himself to not cough it up or worse if his mouth was full by surprise, so he pulled back just a bit again, shifting once more so that he could use both hands on Makoto, licking everything his fingers didn't touch. He wasn't about to stop or slow down, unless Makoto asked.]

[Makoto could feel himself swell with desire. Gokudera's determination and care to make him feel amazing made him want more. He could feel himself wanting more, he wanted to have Gokudera, but he knew that he wasn't ready for that much. But just the thought of having the firecracker moaning beneath him...

Oh...

He could feel himself swell even more before his cock gave a twitch underneath Gokudera's skilled hands.]

I-I'm going to...uhn...Hayato...! Hayato!

[His back arched and he felt a great shudder run through his entire body. He felt waves of ecstasy rolling over him as he spilled over into Gokudera's hands.]

[Gokudera continued to work Makoto with his hands while the other boy reached his climax, watching Makoto with baited breath, wanting to commit to memory every shift and movement and expression and cry...

When he was finished milking Makoto's orgasm for all it was worth, Gokudera pressed a light kiss to Makoto's stomach, reluctantly letting go of the other boy. Messy.

... Gokudera was still hard as a rock.

He experimentally licked at some of the semen on his palm. He was curious.]

[Makoto let out soft hums as Gokudera finished him off thoroughly before he opened his eyes and looked down at him. He was panting softly before he saw Gokudera lick off his gift from his hand.]

A-ah! Hayato! That...!

[His cheeks turned a vibrant color from seeing him doing something like that. He sat up and reached down towards Gokudera's own hard-on, gently pressing against the layers of fabric there. He wasn't surprised that Gokudera was so turned on.]

It's your turn.

[With that declaration, he moved forward, taking Gokudera's shoulders into his hands and pushing him down back onto the bed so that they were laying the wrong way. He had noticed how riled up Gokudera had gotten from just playing with him, so he was going to try to stimulate him everywhere he could.

After he pushed Gokudera onto his back, his hands went down to undo his pants and pull them over his hips along with his underwear. He took the wrist of the hand that was covered in his semen and guided it towards Gokudera's cock, then placed his hand onto his erection all the while kissing along his jawline.]

Touch yourself with this first...

[That way, he could become nice and slick.]

[Any sense Gokudera had fled from his mind when Makoto put a hand to his cock. Even covered as it was, the touch felt like lightning to his veins and he let out a needy, shaking moan.

He moved, quick to follow any direction Makoto gave. Makoto could have directed him to be chest down ass up on the bed and he wouldn't have protested, just begged for more stimulation and worried about the consequences later.

To touch himself with his hand covered in --! But didn't he seriously just lick at some of it a moment ago? Was it really so weird? Too far gone to care much about embarrassment, there was only a very brief hesitation before Gokudera took himself in hand, letting out another shuddering moan as he began to pump himself. The way he was trembling, he was already on the edge.]

[Makoto placed a brief kiss onto Gokudera's lips before getting to work. He began to kiss along his jawline then up to his ear where he started to suckle on the lobe. He propped himself on his elbow and used his other hand to start toying with Gokudera's hardened nipple once again.

After he started to feel the trembling intensify, he reached his own hand down again and removed Gokudera's hand from himself. It was too soon. He hadn't had his chance to properly make his boyfriend feel good and he wanted to make sure he gave just as much.

Makoto wrapped a large hand around the erection and placed his thumb squarely on the tip, preventing him from coming too early.

Admittedly, he was a little nervous about doing something so forward. What if Gokudera didn't like that? What if it hurt him? He didn't want that, but he knew that he wanted him to feel amazing, so he resolved to do that in any way he felt necessary.

Makoto's mouth trailed down from his ear and to his neck. There, he started nipping and licking at the pale skin there, trying to stimulate him all the while still toying with that nipple.

[Makoto's mouth was on him, on his skin, doing absolutely blissful things to him. It felt so good, Gokudera had never had someone else's hands on him, someone else's mouth on his skin, never felt so good before. It was so overwhelming, and he pumped himself faster.]

M-makoto, Makoto...!

[The next thing he knew, Makoto was pushing his hand away, grasping Gokudera's cock instead, and Gokudera drew a sharp breath before letting out a sound that was almost like a sob as Makoto kept him from coming then and there.]

Makoto, p-please, let me - oh! [He squirmed, fidgeting on the bed, all keyed up with his mind barely functioning. The mouth on his neck got an instant reaction as he tried to buck his hips up against Makoto's hand, hard, a positively needy moan escaping from his throat again as his fists clenched at the bedsheets.]

[Makoto had to keep himself in check as to not become rearoused from Gokudera's moans and cries and desperate movements. It was really, really hard to do that.

He focused all of his attention on Gokudera's body so that he could envelope him with pleasure and affections. He held his cock firmly but carefully.

His mouth was concentrated on his neck seeing as how that elicited a wonderful response and continued to lap his tongue against it, leaving warm, moist trails. His teeth grazed at the skin and he sucked on that sensitive spot knowing that it was making Gokudera go crazy.

Though, he didn't entirely realize that this is how hickeys are made having never made one on someone before.]

Ah, ah, ah...! [Gokudera's voice moved back and forth between pleasured, needy moans and the desperate gasps as he tried to suppress his sounds, almost entirely failing in this endeavor. Kept on edge by Makoto's hand, but still having one of his spots mercilessly pleasured, Gokudera continued to buck shamelessly against Makoto in an attempt to convince the other boy to let him climax already. He no longer had the mental capacity for shame, or anything except for the feelings Makoto was making him feel. He just needed.]

Please, Makoto, please!

[At the pleas, Makoto couldn't help but give in. He removed his thumb from his tip and began to pump him hard.

He kept his mouth on Gokudera's neck, having moved to the nape of his neck and marking him there, too. He breathed out against his skin.]

Go on, Hayato...

[It didn't take long at all. A sob, a choke, a moan, sounds mixing together from a body overstimulated, just a few pumps of his cock and he was crying out so loudly, pushing desperately against Makoto's hand, squirming against the bed until all that was left was tired gasps and pleasured trembling.]

[Makoto couldn't help but watch Gokudera's face twist in pleasure. It was just so...well, sexy. He moved his hand until he was completely spent. His hand was coated in a mixture of Gokudera's and his own semen.

He looked down at his hand. He didn't know what to do with all of it. He wasn't as adventurous at this point to taste it.

But he smiled up at his tuckered out boyfriend, glad that he was able to share this experience with him.]

Did that feel good?

[Gokudera was tempted to clean Makoto's hand with his tongue, but he was too tired. Tired and so very satisfied. He'd be embarrassed later. He grabbed a rag within reach of the bed to wipe his hand off on before passing it to Makoto, just breathing, enjoying the afterglow.]

So good. Just... so good.

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