Homerun!

This wasn’t fair. This really really wasn’t fair. Yamamoto was hard to fight off like this, this Yamamoto…. this one was just so.. charming. When the hell did he get like that? Older, taller, shoulders wider, jaw stronger, hands bigger, voice deeper… and he was so confident, mature… All the things that happen when you grow up apparently. Curse this Yamamoto for showing up… and … being exactly like that.

Hayato’s brow remained defiantly scrunched, even as the collar of his shirt was tugged at to show a few marks on his shoulder and neck. An action that quickly brought color to the young guardians face as he jumped.

☠- ❝ That idiot, ugh! I told him not to leave— ah. ❞

He jerked as Yamamoto kissed the mark, a hard frown on his face and he averted his eyes feeling lips along his jaw. Punch him. He should totally punch him. …if he could even will himself to do that. But it was still Yamamoto… older, taller, more mature and way more experienced… that bastard knew what he was doing.

His eyes scrunched shut as he was kissed, barely able to give two seconds of a resistance before he fell right into it. Swaying back into Yamamoto’s hands, he lost his breath. Even after the other had backed away his eyes remained closed, slowly blinking back at him as that defiant scowl returned. Again, averting his eyes. He didnt know why, but it was hard to keep eye-contact with this Yamamoto… Maybe because he stared so hard, so deep… like he was being looked right in to.

☠- ❝…No. ❞

    雨"How obedient, Hayato~" Takeshi comments, smiling as he pecks at those swelling lips once more, hands still holding the younger's face. He didn't think it would be so easy earning this acceptance, then again... he'd gained some experience over the years, hadn't he? Dealing with Hayato, it was second nature now. More so than it had been in the past (because he'd always been best with him, right?).

This was alright. This was just fine. He could indulge Takeshi’s younger self for the length of time he was here, however short or long it might be. He deserved it, probably, for enduring all the hard abuse and prickled barrier he had when he was younger. So Hayato kissed his lovers ten year younger self, his hands gently sliding from around the boys frame to his small shoulders.

As the kiss broke, Hayato straightened himself up and gave the boy a small smile before he dropped his hands away. Turning from him, Hayato sat himself at the edge of the bed he shared.

☠- ❝ You’re asking for spoilers? Tsk tsk. You know I don’t like giving those away. ❞

So he gave the younger a thoughtful look.

☠- ❝ You do, don’t you.❞ A soft sigh. ……I’m sorry I was so difficult before. But you have to understand that… something like this… the thought someone could… could love me… unconditionally… ❞

As he continued to stare at the boy, his brow furrowed and he had to look away. Rising his hand to ruffle at silver hair, an insecure expression on his face as a frustrated sigh left him.

☠- ❝ I’m not trying to make excuses… It’s just hard to believe. I’m not sure why… ❞

Hayato tsked himself. Here he was, an adult, getting flustered just thinking about this person, this boy in front of him, that loved him ever since… and how long it had been and how impossible it seemed.

    雨Its a little disappointing, Gokudera not giving into telling him what was asked. He was honestly curious, thinking maybe it would make things easier. To know just when that day would come... when Gokudera would maybe accept it a little more? That gaining affection would become less of a struggle.

For the moment Hayato relaxed against Takeshi. His arms curled around his shoulders and he leaned in, eyes close with a kiss to his lips. And a second one. This drew a grumble from the silveret and he jerked back to give his boyfriend a scowl. 

☠- ❝ You’re such an idiot. ❞

  雨He'd kissed him back, Takeshi definitely felt it. And honestly its enough then.

After kissing him, the young Takeshi seemed a bit frozen in his arms. Hayato almost started to regret it until he felt movement from the other. Hands that clung back onto him, a quiet thank you from the boys lips before they were pressing against his own.

Hayato felt heat on his face, and he tried to, but he just couldn’t suppress a sudden gentle laugh slipping out. He didnt remember Takeshi being so adorable. It was strange actually, how he had always told himself he was just annoyed with the other. The way he was so eager, his frame smaller and his voice not yet as deep as it had become, yet he was still as eager as ever.

That hadn’t changed one bit.

So there was a soft laugh against the boys lips, not at all teasing or condescending, but genuinely amused. Whatever time they had together, Hayato could indulge the boy. He did know how hard he had made it for him before, so for now he could just enjoy this.

    雨Feeling a chuckle against his lips... Yamamoto isn't all that sure how he should take it. His eyes open a moment, glancing up to the silverette (what he could see of him being so close) and then closes again. He thinks... its not anything bad, it doesn't seem like it... But he's blushing some nonetheless.

It was rare for Gokudera to laugh. He finds his fingers clinging to the towel draped about the older male's shoulders, tempted to tug it off but refraining from it as well... Maybe he's a little shy when it comes to this version of his boyfriend after all. Things are both very familiar and very new... and he's still taking it all in. Kissing him is a nice way of doing that too. Those lips are firm but soft against his, demanding and gentle... Leading. There was definitely that and it was something not too often explored by his Gokudera. Yamamoto likes it. Eventually he does have to part to breathe, quicker than he normally would... because he's a little overwhelmed then. His hands slide up as he leans back a little, slipping through damp silver hair, thumbs ghosting pierced ears as he stares down to him. He bites his lip, a question in mind  as he glances away. "So... when did... Gokudera start liking this sort of thing?" Well. He knows the other has always liked it... But when did it become so easy for him to go along with? "I usually have to earn it haha." His eyes flicker back then, smile on his lips as he scoots a little closer, leaning back in to nose at Gokudera's cheek.

An exhaggurated sigh left the storm gaurdian, though he made no noise of protest or physical attempt to resist the tug. So Takeshi pulled him onto his lap, and Hayato was giving him a semi-defiant look, scrunched brow, stiff jaw, yet he gave in to the attention after a short moment and let his arms wrap around Takeshi’s shoulders.

Hayato settled himself to sit, pulling up his knees and the blankets fell loose. Quietly he watched his boyfriend for a moment, momentarily passive, until he was reaching out and caressing his leg. Hayato’s eyes narrow.

☠-❝ Oh I bet you don’t!❞

He smacked at Takeshi’s hand.

  雨"Haha! Gokudera knows me so well~" Despite the obvious protests on the other's end, and wanting his space (maybe), Takeshi again stretches forward for his boyfriend. Though this time he's tugging the bomber to himself, pulling him onto his lap and hugging him close in a rather tight embrace.

There came another mumble again, seconds after the kiss to his hair. A few seconds of silence hung in the air before the roll of blankets moved. Hayato shifted under them and then sat himself up, shoving at Takeshi’s face in the process.

"Haha! Hasn't Gokudera slept enough already?" The question leaves him just as he moves to follow the other boy, arms wrapping around the blanket-snug silverette and tugging him close. He kisses at what he can see of his head (his hair) and laughs again.

-He sighed softly, following the other male inside the restaurant.-

How about you stop talking about me. I’m here that’s all that matters.

-A grumble came from him as he was pulled close.-

-A scowl set on his face as arms went to his waist. At the comment the bombers brow twitched and he was quick to shoved the others face away, edging out of his grasp.-

-pulls him closer-