Hey, long time no update! So sorry about the wait, but I have a bit of a longer chapter for you guys-hopefully that'll make it up to ya! Also, this fic is getting an M rating now, because that's the power of smut, right? ;) Enjoy, and thank you so much for the response so far!

PDA had gotten risky between them lately.

Yamamoto had always known that Gokudera was hot, but only recently had he actually began to notice that fact. So one day, and many days after, they ended up in a situation similar to this one: lying close together in Yamamoto's bed, holding and touching and kissing each other. Their shirts would get nudged up inch by inch, their pants dropping lower and lower as they memorized the feeling of muscle and skin under each other's fingertips.

His room was fairly simple. A laptop and a stack of textbooks sat atop a desk in the corner, the chair of which was almost touching the headboard of the bed they were lying in. The bed was pushed up against the wall. It was rather crowded with both of them on it, but it wasn't too uncomfortable. A few old trophies rested on top of a half-full bookcase in the other corner. The closet doors on the wall across from them were slightly ajar, and a hamper overflowing with laundry peeked out. His walls sported a few posters of his favorite baseball players, Japanese and American, but were otherwise bare.

Yamamoto's lips smacked against Gokudera's neck, his hands gently squeezing the boy's waist as he held him close. His skin tasted faintly of sweat and smoke, but was still soft.

The silver-haired boy lifted the other's chin and placed a kiss on his lips. "Hey."

Yamamoto nipped playfully at the boy's lower lip, arms loosely encircling his neck. "What's up?"

Gokudera glanced at the baseball-patterned linens of Yamamoto's childhood bed.

"Touch my butt?"

The boy smiled and slid his hand down, rubbing Gokudera's ass through his boxers.

"Good?"

The teen let out a small sigh, his features half-obscured as he turned his face partway into the fabric. A faint blush rose to his cheeks.

"Could you, um, touch my asshole?"

Yamamoto pinked and flashed him a grin, his hand slipping between his thighs, pressing his fingertips against his skin until they dipped slightly. Tracing the entrance with his fingertip, he watched Gokudera close his eyes as he relaxed back into the pillows.

"Feels good?"

The boy nodded. He reached up blindly, clumsily kissing his partner. Yamamoto kissed back, threading the fingers of his free hand into Gokudera's hair. Gokudera broke away, the tip of his nose tracing Yamamoto's cheekbone as he moved to nip at the boy's earlobe. He whispered softly.

"Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Would you be willing to finger me?"

Yamamoto's eyes widened. A deeper blush rose to his cheeks. He flashed a grin out of habit, but with a little nervousness this time.

"We've never done anything like that before…"

Gokudera let a faint smile rise to his lips. "I know; that's why I'm asking. Would you want to do something like that?"

Yamamoto paused, thinking for a moment. "…Yeah. Yeah, I would."

Gokudera nodded. "Awesome." He slipped out from underneath Yamamoto, stepping out of his boxers as he walked over to his dresser and pulled a bottle of lube from his underwear drawer.

Yamamoto smiled. "You've memorized where I keep my lube, huh…"

Gokudera shrugged. "I've been here, what, five or six times now? It's pretty easy to remember."

He sat back down on the bed, and Yamamoto sat up, resting his chin over his shoulder. He peeked down at Gokudera's half-hard erection and blushed before looking back up, lifting his shirt with one hand. He hesitated for a moment before starting to rub the boy's erection with his hand. Gokudera smiled, settling back against him.

"You're allowed to touch me all you want, you know."

"Yeah, I know, I'm just—"

"Nervous?"

Yamamoto smiled shyly, placing a kiss against Gokudera's neck.

"Yeah, I guess so."

Gokudera lifted his arms, letting the boy pull his shirt over his head. He laid back on the bed, touching Yamamoto's cheek as the boy leaned over him.

"Well, if it's any consolation, this is my first time doing all this stuff with someone else, too."

The boy's brow furrowed. "Really?"

"Yeah."

"But you're so…casual about everything."

Gokudera shrugged. "You're hot, and I trust you, so…"

Yamamoto laughed, running a hand through his hair. "That's it?"

Gokudera gave him a smug look. "Hey, don't doubt my methods now."

"I'm not, don't worry. But…you think I'm hot?"

Gokudera let out a melodramatic groan as he rolled his eyes. "Yes, you baseball idiot, of course I do! Haven't you ever looked in a mirror? You're very…." He slid his hand under Yamamoto's shirt, his voice growing husky as he ran his fingers over the boy's abs. "Very…" He pulled the boy's face down gently and placed a kiss on his lips, pushing his shirt up further with his free hand. Yamamoto paused, pulling his shirt over his head before tossing it to the floor. He wriggled out of his boxers and dropped them beside the bed, too, before leaning back over Gokudera. He moved in for a kiss, then paused, looking Gokudera over. The boy, noticing this, hugged himself a little self-consciously, and huffed.

"What?"

Yamamoto perked up. "Oh, sorry! It's just that I think this is the first time we've ever been fully naked together."

"Huh. Do you—"

His words dropped off his mouth shut, a blush rising to his cheeks as he realized what was about to come out of his mouth. Oh god, was he really that vain? Was he really that cheesy?

Yamamoto raised an eyebrow. "Do I what?"

Hiding his face in his hand, Gokudera mumbled something, but the boy didn't catch it. Yamamoto grinned and leaned in closer, lips brushing against the other's cheek.

"Sorry, what was that?"

The boy let out a whine of a sigh, easily caving in to Yamamoto's question, his voice tinged with obvious embarrassment.

"Do you…like what you see?"

Yamamoto let out a laugh in Gokudera's ear and nudged his hand away from his face, pecking sweetly at his lips. "Yes, I do." He pulled away and let his eyes drift down Gokudera's body once more. His muscles were lean, rather than large, but still well-defined despite that. The hair on his stomach trailed down from his bellybutton to the base of his erection. It was thick and dark, but soft. It suited him. With a body like that, and with his cheekbones and his jaw, it sometimes made Yamamoto wonder why he wasn't a model.

Yamamoto leaned back in and pressed his lips against Gokudera's, kissing him slowly. He nipped at his lower lip a few times, then started to suck on it, urging a breathy noise out of Gokudera as his hands began to move down his chest.

Gokudera's fingers threaded into Yamamoto's hair and he took control of the kiss, nipping at the boy's lips in response. He sucked roughly on his lower lip, and Yamamoto opened his mouth, letting Gokudera slip his tongue inside. He slid his tongue over the boy's teeth, stroking his tongue with his own. Feeling Yamamoto's hands on his waist, he played with his tongue more roughly. Yamamoto pushed back playfully with his own tongue before pulling away a few moments later, kissing down Gokudera's neck. His hand landed on the boy's erection and he pumped him with a few short strokes. Gokudera's back arched, and he pressed closer to Yamamoto, breathing a little heavier. Yamamoto's hands continued down Gokudera's body, rubbing his thighs. Gokudera let out a breath of a laugh as Yamamoto groped his ass.

"And you said you were nervous..."

Yamamoto pulled away from Gokudera's neck, stammering. "I—well—I guess when I get into the groove of things, it's not so bad. And I like touching you, so…"

Gokudera showed him a smile and touched his cheek. "Just joking. So, you ready?"

Yamamoto nodded. "Yeah. You?"

Gokudera nodded back. "Mmhm."

He handed the bottle of lube to the boy, and Yamamoto squirted some into his palm, rubbing it over the fingers of his dominant hand. Relaxing back into bed, Gokudera spread his legs, letting out a long, slow breath as Yamamoto began to rub his asshole with his fingertips. He gave the dark-haired boy a small nod, and Yamamoto slowly pushed his index finger inside. The boy inhaled sharply and closed his eyes reflexively at the movement.

"You okay?"

Gokudera steadied his breathing, taking a moment to adjust to the sensation. He had messed around a few times when he was alone, but having a partner to help him was a new experience.

"Yeah, keep going."

Yamamoto pushed further inside, his free hand under Gokudera's ass as support. It was warm, and tight, but not uncomfortable. He pulled out a little, then pressed back in, attempting to settle into some kind of rhythm. Gokudera pushed his hair back out of his eyes, bemused at Yamamoto's intense concentration, and rocked his hips a little, moving with him.

Yamamoto looked up at Gokudera. "How's it feel?"

Gokudera blushed and glanced away. "It feels like there's a finger in my ass; what else would you expect?" His tone was brash, tinged with a hint of embarrassment.

The dark-haired boy smiled. "Does it feel good, at least?"

Gokudera looked back at Yamamoto, meeting his eyes for a moment. He exhaled a soft sigh, regretting his last remark. "…It feels fine. Keep doing it."

Yamamoto nodded and continued moving his finger, adding more force and pressing harder against his muscles.

Gokudera let out a small moan, the noise catching both of them off-guard. What amused Yamamoto was that, despite his temper and attitude, Gokudera was rather quiet in bed. He could moan, and he did when it was necessary, but his noises were mostly soft and breathy. Faint and wispy, like the smoke that'd come from the cigarettes he'd smoke after they had finished messing around.

"You okay?"

The silver-haired boy felt more heat rise to his cheeks as he nodded at the other boy.

"Keep touching me there." His words were rushed, eager.

Yamamoto prodded and stroked the spot with his finger. "Here?"

Gokudera let out a sharp breath, moaning softly as his spine arched. He breathed out a yes as Yamamoto continued to touch him, alternating between tenderness and pressure. He slipped his free hand out from underneath Gokudera and slid it up his thigh before opening up his palm.

"Lube?"

Gokudera obliged, grabbing the bottle and squeezing some into his palm. Yamamoto's fingers wrapped around his shaft, the cool gel against his skin causing him to shiver.

"Hold on."

"Hm?"

Gokudera hesitated, then let out a small breath. "Could you put another finger in first?"

"Yeah, 'course."

Yamamoto slowly eased a second finger inside Gokudera. He hissed in a breath, grasping at the flannel bed sheets with his fingers. It wasn't as painful as it was…more than he expected.

It'd be even thicker if we ever had sex…

He blushed deeper and shook the thought away.

Jesus, Hayato, calm down! This is the first time he's ever fingered you! Try some patience for once, asshole.

Exhaling slowly and closing his eyes, he focused on the sensation. The lube worked against the tightness of his muscles, letting Yamamoto move his fingers smoothly. Stroking the wall of his prostrate with his fingers made a moan rise out of Gokudera, A louder one came from his throat when Yamamoto ran his thumb over the tip of his penis. Yamamoto eye's fixed on his face, watching Gokudera bite his lip as he tried to quiet the noise, his eyebrows wrinkling in an increasingly erotic expression.

Gokudera looked at Yamamoto through his eyelashes. Seeing that he was being observed, he glanced at the other side of the room, clapping a hand over his mouth.

"Don't look at me, you idiot!"

Yamamoto grinned and let out a laugh. He leaned in, lips caressing the side of Gokudera's neck. "I didn't know you could get this embarrassed."

The boy swatted the side of his head lightly.

"Shut up—ah!"

A thrust of Yamamoto's fingers against his side caught him off-guard, and a moan escaped from his mouth. The sense of pleasure replaced his mild annoyance, causing him to sink further back into the bed. Yamamoto smiled, stroking his shaft with one hand and his cavity with his other. Gokudera breathed out a curse, too focused on the pleasant warmth in the lower half of his body to keep up any kind of stubborn act. His hands settled on Yamamoto's back, nails faintly pressing into his skin the more he touched him.

Yamamoto's fingers pressed deeper inside Gokudera. He moved his hand faster on his shaft as well, squeezing it first, then his balls, his breaths becoming shorter and clipped as his fingers moved over his skin. Pre-cum trickled from his tip, mixing with the slickness of the lube as Yamamoto ran his thumb over the sensitive area.

"Are you gonna…?"

"Nnh, keep going…'

Yamamoto continued on obediently, fingers thrusting back and forth inside Gokudera with a gentle rhythm. The boy dragged his nails down the other's back, holding him close, moving his hips along with his touches. He held his breath, feeling a warm numbness spreading in his lower body, and let it out sharply, panting and gripping Yamamoto tightly. He shuddered with an orgasm and came, moaning loudly as the boy continued to touch both his prostate and the tip of his penis. Gokudera quieted his breaths and Yamamoto eased his fingers out, raising his head to let his lips brush against his cheek. He stood and walked over to the door, then paused, casting a look down at his hands, fingers sticky with cum and lube. In addition to that, he was also sporting an erection of his own.

He cast a sheepish grin back at Gokudera, who was still lying in bed.

"Um, doorknob?"

Gokudera failed to hold back a grin and laughed. "You look pathetic." Yamamoto shrugged and smiled in response, watching Gokudera as he leisurely rose from bed and walked to the door.

He pecked Yamamoto's cheek as he twisted the doorknob open. "Wherever would you be without me?"

"Well, I wouldn't even be in this situation, for a start."

Gokudera made a face. "Hey, snark is my game, not yours. …But that's also true."

Yamamoto laughed and stepped out into the hallway. Suddenly, he paled, panic crossing his features.

"My parents are gone…right?"

Gokudera smiled and placed his hands on Yamamoto's shoulders, guiding him to the bathroom. He leaned his forehead against the back of his neck for a moment.

"Your dad's still at the restaurant, and your mom's out shopping. Remember?"

The boy felt his soul return to his body and exhaled a sigh of relief.

"Oh, thank god."

Gokudera turned on the sink, and Yamamoto thrust his hands under the warm water, scrubbing them clean. The boy nudged him aside for a moment, wetting a washcloth before wiping himself down. He turned back to Yamamoto, who was drying his hands, and looked him over. He stepped close and ran a finger up his shaft and over the tip, a soft breath coming out of Yamamoto's mouth.

"What should we do about this, hm?"

Yamamoto leaned his forehead against Gokudera's. "We can go back to my room and figure that out."

A smile flitted across the boy's lips.

"Lead the way."

Yamamoto strode back to the bedroom and Gokudera followed, closing the door behind him. He sat down on the bed, and the boy placed his hands on his thighs, rubbing them as he leaned in for a kiss. He kissed him slowly, but deliberately, and Yamamoto moaned softly into his mouth as he felt the boy's fingers groping his balls. Gokudera pulled away, lazily moving a hand up his torso to his cheek.

"Do you know what you want?"

Yamamoto turned his face into his hand, lips brushing his palm. A blush rose to his cheeks, and he gave Gokudera a shy glance.

"Maybe you could finger me, too…?"

Gokudera gave him a gentle push backwards, his head landing against the pillows. Trailing his hands back down to his thighs, Gokudera moved down his body and pressed his tongue against the tip of his penis, sliding it over the slit. Yamamoto gasped and flushed a brighter shade of red.

"G-Gokudera!"

The boy smirked. "I was hoping I could blow you…but I'll be fine with fingering you for now." He lifted his head and grabbed the bottle of lube, slathering it on his fingers and rubbing his hands together to warm the liquid. He teased at the round of muscle, rubbing it with his fingertip. Looking up, he met Yamamoto's eyes.

"Ready?"

Yamamoto nodded. "Yeah."

Gokudera let out a satisfied huff and slowly pushed his finger inside Yamamoto. The boy exhaled, leaning back into the pillows. It wasn't painful, but it was definitely a foreign sensation. Gokudera pressed on further, and Yamamoto felt a tingle of pleasure as the boy's finger moved inside him.

"There."

Gokudera prodded the spot another time. "Here?"

Yamamoto nodded and closed his eyes, letting out a quiet moan as Gokudera continued to stroke the spot.

"Can I put in another finger?"

"Ah, sure."

The boy slipped another finger inside Yamamoto, and he groaned, feeling a little uncomfortable with the new width. But as Gokudera continued to touch him, the discomfort faded away. He moved his hand, running his thumb over the tip of his penis almost absentmindedly in his desire to be touched there. Gokudera caught his hand and gently laced their fingers together, moving it away.

Yamamoto lifted his head with a frown. "C'mon…"

"What if I wanted to make you come without touching you?" Gokudera mused, tossing a look up at the dark-haired teen. Yamamoto opened his mouth, but failed to find a response, simply falling back into the pillows with reddened ears. Gokudera smirked and continued to thrust his fingers back and forth, moving with a bit more intensity as he watched pre-cum dribble from his tip.

"…Let me put another finger in."

"Gokudera, please—I'm pretty sure it's not—hnn—healthy for me to be blushing this much…"

"Yamamoto. Takeshi. Please."

Yamamoto felt the boy give his hand a reassuring squeeze, and he sighed, weakened by the pleading he heard in the other's voice.

"…Go ahead."

Gokudera inserted a third finger, and Yamamoto squeezed his hand tightly, arching his back high as he felt it enter, letting out a breathless moan.

"Hah—!"

"You're okay, you're okay," murmured Gokudera, rubbing the back of his hand with his thumb. He thrust his fingers deeper inside and stroked his spot with a certain roughness, squeezing Yamamoto's hand as he orgasmed, cum spurting onto his chest. He trembled faintly as Gokudera withdrew his fingers, breaths still somewhat clipped.

"Was three fingers okay?"

Yamamoto held up a finger, taking a minute to come down before responding.

"It was a lot…maybe too much for my first time. I didn't last too long."

Gokudera smiled at Yamamoto's embarrassed grin. "You did fine."

He pried his fingers from the boy's grip and stood, walking over to the door. Returning a few moments later with a damp washcloth, Gokudera wiped up the stickiness, touching the still tender Yamamoto with care. Dropping the towel, he picked up his boxers and pulled them on He handed the boy his pair, and slipped back into bed, pulling the sheets over them as he moved closer to Yamamoto.

Yamamoto leaned his forehead against Gokudera's with a smile. "You called me by my first name."

The boy felt a blush rise to his cheeks. He looked away. "So what? It's just a name. Besides, I don't know anybody named Takeshi."

"Oh, really?"

"I only know someone named Baseball Idiot."

"Ah. Gotcha." Yamamoto smiled, letting his hands rest on Gokudera's waist. He wrapped his arms around his neck, leaning his head on his shoulder. The dark-haired boy raised an eyebrow, almost concerned.

"Not gonna go for a smoke?"

Gokudera gave his head a gentle shake.

"I'll stay."