Room to Adjust

AN: Spur of the moment PWP. Enjoy.






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“Open your legs a little more, will you?”

“I can't, there ain't no room.”

A low grunt. “But I can't do it this way. It's too tight.”

A frustrated growl and then a huff. “Stop acting like this is the first time.”

“You could be a little more accommodating.” Was the growled response, uttered urgently against the skin of Gokudera's throat between choppy, rushed puffs of air.

Gokudera opened his mouth to reply but was forced to bite back an unexpected yelp of pain instead as Yamamoto finally managed to find the right angle to push into him. Now it was Gokudera's turn to lose the rhythm of his breath as Yamamoto buried himself as far as he could manage and tensed his body: waiting for the go.

Squirming a good deal, Gokudera found that time was really not helping much for the distinctly discomforting rub of pain that flared through him. After having spent the summer apart Gokudera found that he had grown rather unaccustomed to having Yamamoto's cock in him— not that they had paused to think of such matters in the heat of the moment, choosing instead to spur on their passion with the aid of a thankfully vacant janitorial closet and nothing in particular in the way of lube.

Now though, Gokudera was beginning to think that perhaps they had been a tad too hasty. In truth Yamamoto had always been the careful one, the meticulous one when it came to their trysts and Gokudera had been nothing short of demanding when it came to sex...but for all his fire he was for the most part pampered by the other man.

Their impromptu midday fuck session was, however, the result of having been apart from each other for the three long summer months and it was a miracle that Yamamoto had even had the mind to roll on a rubber before they had lost even the pretense of restraint.

The burning stretch of accommodation, aided very minimally by the less than adequate amount of lube on the condom had Gokudera twisting in an effort to make things more simple. He had never before now quite appreciated the extraneous amount of preparation that Yamamoto unfailingly insisted on.

“It hurts?” Yamamoto breathed into his ear. The genuine tone of worry slid through Gokudera like a knife through butter. Sometimes the idiot could be sentimental to the point where it overflowed into him as well.

“No.” Gokudera insisted and not too vehemently lest Yamamoto think he was simply being defensive about whole thing.

“Can I--”

“Yes.” Gokudera hissed, as Yamamoto gave an experimental upwards thrust, still supporting his weight against the metal shelving that was digging into his back— yes, they most certainly had not thought this through very well at all.

The first few thrusts were dry and jerky, almost as though Yamamoto had forgotten what to do all together, but then again that notion was preposterous since he had consistently and on multiple occasions been affirmed of the fact that Yamamoto was a mind blowing lover...this being the only reason that Gokudera had resisted blowing the other man to high heaven after the very first time they had fucked: drunk.

And then after a minute or so of low controlled breathing on both their parts Gokudera tried to shift his weight so that he wasn't resting one of his vertebrate directly on the metal shelving that supported him and in the process he ended up squeezing his muscles of his core rather tightly.

Yamamoto grave a breathless grunt into the dim light of the room and quite suddenly his hips slammed up with such fluid force that Gokudera was seeing stars. It took him half a moment to realize that Yamamoto's clumsy movements up until that point had been his efforts not to hurt his lover and in the next half moment the thought was washed clean from his mind as Yamamoto began fucking him in all earnest with that perfect fluidity which Gokudera swore by.

Soon he could barely breath in that little room and the shelves behind him were thudding constantly for the unwarranted abuse that they were taking and Gokurdera could not get the sweat-logged strands of silver hair from his eyes no matter how his tossed his head and then it didn't so much matter any more because Yamamoto was pushing against that spot and he was seeing white and black and all sorts of colours in star bursts before his eyes. His erection bounced haphazardly between their abdomens, running slick with precum and Gokudera ached to touch it but he had one hand wrapped vice-like around the back of Yamamoto's neck and the other pressed in a fist against his teeth in an effort to muffle the shouts of pleasure that surged in the back of his throat.

And like a pressurized fountain the pleasure began to build in his groin, crawling up his spine and making his muscles tremble and shudder with the sensation until he thought he would pass out for ecstasy that wound up in him, white hot and keening with the need for release.

Then with one unhindered movement Yamamoto hoisted Gokurdera up straight, supporting his weight entirely, and slammed his hips up so that his cock rammed in further than ever. The sensation of Yamamoto's shaft pushing up against his inner walls, bearing heavily against his prostate sent him over the edge.

The distinct thud of Yamamoto's back hitting the closet door as his orgasm was wrung from him echoed in Gokudera's ears even as choked down the urge to shout out in his own completion.

A few heady moments later Gokudera came to his senses as he felt the push of Yamamoto's knees against his back. They had slid to the floor of the closet, the weak fluorescent light still framing them in the patch of square floorspace that they were afforded. Yamamoto's arms held him loosely and the other man was still panting quite heavily, his limbs shaking a little, his head hung low and yet for all that the small smile on his face was still unmistakable.

Gokudera arched his back a little and with his hands reaching back for leverage on Yamamtoto's knees he pulled himself off Yamamoto's faded erection. He grimaced as he felt the faint rub of the condom slip off still halfway inside him. Yamamoto's fingers were sure as they eased between his legs and pulled the latex out, making Gokudera shiver faintly at the sensation in spite of himself.

Yamamoto then pulled Gokudera back into his lap, ignoring the faint wetness of their crotches and pulled Gokudera in for a sweet, liquid kiss.

“Welcome back.” Yamamoto murmured as they pulled away at last.

“I'd say.” Gokudera muttered, with an expression somewhere between a smirk and irritated huff as he made the rather suggestive play on words. Yamamoto's fingers finished doing up all the buttons they had undone save those on his own shirt― a little cleaning was required before that could be done— and kissed him once more on the lips.

“Next time, I'll make sure we're somewhere where I can enjoy those sweet screams of yours.” Yamamoto muttered, playfully though his eyes held a dark tinge of lust for all the casualness of his words.

“Ya right, idiot.” Gokudera muttered, swiftly rising to his feet and landing a smack atop Yamamoto's head with the back of his hand in the process. Yamamoto stood too with some difficulty for the cramped space. Gokudera pushed past him and opened the door with all the confidence of a certainty that the hallway would be empty―which it was―and strode out into the brilliant light that flooded in from the unending length of windows.

A moment passed in silence in the clean crisp whiteness of the hallway, bathed in the light of a midafternoon sun.

“Hurry up and get yourself cleaned up, idiot, or you're gonna be late for class.” Gokudera muttered at last. And then without looking back at his lover― who Gokudera knew would in all likelihood be standing there with a stupid grin on his face― he strode off down the hallway to his next class.

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- Incessant_Darkness