Katekyo Hitman Reborn! Fan Fiction ❯ Until Next Time ❯ Until Next Time ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn, or any of its characters.

 

Tsuna gulps, a blush spreading hot across his cheeks, because yeah, this is all very new; it's taking pretty much all of his willpower not to bolt (or, even more embarrassingly, not to come in his pants).

 

Gokudera is sprawled out on Tsuna's bed, looking at him with that expression that says he's the most important thing in the world, like Tsuna is his everything. Only it's even more intense than usual, because this time it's tinged with a spark of something that is undeniably lust.

 

Tsuna gulps again, although it's suddenly very difficult to do so.

 

"Juudaime," says Gokudera, voice full of longing. "I...if you don't want to do this, we don't have to."

 

Tsuna shakes his head. "No, Gokudera-kun, I want to. I just...I'm not sure about how I'm, um...you know."

 

"I know how," says Gokudera, a little too quickly. He catches himself, and aquires a blush to match Tsuna's. "I mean, I've been doing some research, and I can help you; I can tell you what to do."

 

It's just like Gokudera, to do research about something like sex. The thought almost makes Tsuna want to laugh, except that he is way too turned on, and the image of Gokudera in glasses, looking at X-rated pictures, is only making his pants seem that much tighter.

 

"Okay," says Tsuna. "So...where do I start?"

 

That makes Gokudera grin, wide and toothy like a kid at a carnival. "Well," he says, eyes trailing down to the rather conspicuous bulge in Tsuna's jeans. "Is it all right if I touch you?"

 

Tsuna nods dumbly and walks over to the bed. Gokudera pushes himself up so that he can sit on the edge with his feet on the floor, his head level with Tsuna's abdomen. He reaches out with his right hand to trace a trembling finger lightly over Tsuna's erection. "Juudaime..." he says. “Please take off your pants."

 

"A-ah." Tsuna strips down to his boxers, and fights the urge to wrap his arms around himself like some blushing schoolgirl.

 

Gokudera licks his lips, and raises his eyes to meet Tsuna's. "Is it all right if I...?"

 

Tsuna doesn't answer verbally, instead reaching out to grasp Gokudera's hands and guiding them to the waistband of his boxers. Gokudera tugs them down, eyeing Tsuna's erection hungrily. Slowly, almost reverently, he traces a finger, now steady, over the heated flesh, causing Tsuna to let out a harsh breath.

 

It's Gokudera's turn to swallow. "Does that feel good, Juudaime?"

 

"Yeah," whispers Tsuna.

 

Gokudera grips Tsuna's cock gently with his hand, rubbing his thumb in circles over the tip and spreading the moisture beading there. "And this?"

 

Tsuna moans.

 

Gokudera leans forward and removes his thumb. His face is hovering just above Tsuna's erection when he asks, "And how about this?"

 

The tip of Gokudera's tongue takes over where his thumb left off, lapping at the slit of Tsuna's cock. Up and down, ever so gently, and Tsuna nearly doubles over.

 

"S-stop," says Tsuna, only half meaning it. "If you d-do that, I'll probably...I'll probably-ung—”

 

Gokudera pulls back, looking up at Tsuna's flushed face with a manic little smile. "I want you to feel good, Juudaime—that's the point."

 

Without the maddening caress of Gokudera's tongue, the words come much more easily. "But if I do, um, that, I don't know if I'll be able to do that other, uh, thing."

 

"You mean you may not be able to fuck me if you come now?"

 

Tsuna feels butterflies erupt in his stomach, both embarrassed and excited at the Gokudera's bluntness. "Yeah," he says.

 

Gokudera's expression shifts into one of intense contemplation, like the way he sometimes looks when he's training. Tsuna can almost see the cogs turning in the other boy's head, assessing pros and cons and the most effective strategy based on probability, or something.

 

After a moment of silence, Gokudera finally says, “I want you inside me.” His eyes rise up to meet Tsuna's, fevered and earnest. “I want Juudaime to fuck me.”

 

Tsuna takes a deep breath, very aware that he's practically naked except for the boxers around his ankles, and that he's painfully hard, and that he's absolutely terrified for reasons beyond his comprehension. But Gokudera still has that look on his face, and he's shaking with barely restrained desire.

 

“Okay, Gokudera-kun.”

 

Gokudera doesn't miss a beat, scrambling to his feet in order to get to his backpack that has been tossed against the opposite wall. When he reaches it, he makes quick work of rifling through the front pocket, withdrawing a tube with brightly-coloured lettering. He sprints back to the bed, but doesn't sit down again.

 

“Juudaime…” he says, letting the tube drop onto Tsuna's duvet. He then cups Tsuna's face in his hands, rubbing his thumbs over the smooth skin of the boy's cheeks, and leans in to kiss him.

 

Tsuna has never been kissed before, and it strikes him as odd that the kissing part came after the handjob-and-almost-being-blown part, but he's not complaining. Gokudera's tongue is slippery and foreign, but the sensation of it inside of his mouth is surprisingly good. Better than good. Coupled with the way his bare cock is rubbing against Gokudera's jeans, it's enough to make him shiver.

 

Much to Tsuna's chagrin, though, Gokudera draws away. Blessedly, the feeling of loss is only temporary, because Gokudera begins to strip down, removing each item of clothing with a surprising amount of restraint. His shirt comes first, then his undershirt, then his shoes, and finally his jeans. He isn't wearing any underwear.

 

Tsuna takes the opportunity to step out of his boxers, which are still caught around his ankles.

 

There is a moment where they just stand there, naked, examining one-another. Tsuna is hit by yet another wave of body-consciousness when he realizes just how perfect Gokudera is, all pale skin and compact, sculpted muscle. He finally gives in to the compulsion and crosses his arms over his bare chest.

 

“Don't—” begins Gokudera, catching himself before he can give Tsuna a command. “Please don't do that.”

 

“Don't do what?”

 

Gokudera steps forward and puts his hands on either one of Tsuna's arms, gently easing them away from his chest. “Please don't try to hide yourself, Juudaime. You're beautiful—there is nothing to be ashamed of.”

 

Tsuna opens his mouth, wanting to tell Gokudera off for treating him like a girl. In the end, though, he can't bring himself to follow through on the reprimand, because from this close he can see how Gokudera's pupils have practically swallowed his irises, and how inviting Gokudera's lips look when they're parted just so. So Tsuna kisses him instead.

 

If it was good before, it's even better now. There are no barriers between them, just skin against skin. Tsuna can feel Gokudera's erection, considerably larger than his own, brushing against him, and he reaches down to touch it. Gokudera moans loudly into his mouth, kissing him with even greater ferocity, and Tsuna's legs buckle. The two of them topple onto his bed, somehow managing to continue making out. He finds himself trapped beneath Gokudera, his cock jutting conspicuously into Tsuna's thigh. Gokudera braces his hands on either side of Tsuna's head, and shifts his legs so that he's straddling the other boy.

 

Once again, it is Gokudera who breaks the kiss, rolling over to grab at the tube that has been displaced by their enthusiasm. He unscrews the cap, pouring a large dollop of the stuff onto the upturned palm of his other hand. Dropping the tube, not bothering to screw the cap on again, he takes two fingers and smears them thoroughly with the lubricant.

 

“Please watch, Juudaime.”

 

And Tsuna does watch, mouth dry and cock throbbing, as Gokudera lays down on his back, lowering his lubed fingers to trace them lightly over his puckered entrance. Watches as Gokudera pushes the fingers in one by one, stretching the ring of muscle that surrounds them like a vice. Watches as he begins to move them deeper and deeper inside, until he finally pulls them out and pushes them in again; watches as his face flushes with pleasure, his mouth parting in a soft exhalation of “Juudaime”.

 

Watches as Gokudera removes the fingers, crawls back across the bed, and straddles him once more.

 

At some point Gokudera has retrieved the open tube of lube, and is pouring more of its contents onto his hand. He then reaches down and slicks the length of Tsuna's erection, taking longer than is probably necessary to do so, making Tsuna buck into his hand. When he is apparently satisfied with his handiwork, he raises himself up slightly, positioning Tsuna's cock at his entrance, and begins to lower himself down.

 

His eyes never leave Tsuna's face.

 

Tsuna finds himself encased in tight heat, and he almost comes right then. But Gokudera isn't moving yet, and Tsuna is almost glad for it. Almost.

 

“Does it feel good?” asks Gokudera, voice low and breathless. “Inside of me—does it feel good, Juudaime?”

 

Tsuna tries to talk, fails, and nods instead.

 

Gokudera begins to move, using his strong legs to shift himself up and down on Tsuna's erection. The pace he sets is agonizingly slow. “Please tell me,” he asks (more like begs), his hand trailing down to stroke his own cock. “Please tell me how it feels.”

 

This time, Tsuna manages to get out the words, although he cannot bring himself to form coherent sentences. “Hot,” he moans, fingers digging as best they can into his duvet. He should be embarrassed, should be downright mortified; but he isn't. “Tight. So—ah—so good, Gokudera-kun.”

 

It doesn't take much, just two more strokes inside of Gokudera, and he's coming. He moans something that may be Gokudera's name as he spurts, bone-deep pleasure making his body spasm and his toes curl. When it's over, he is more relaxed than he can ever remember being. Tingles of euphoria continue to skitter up his spine as he is pulled out of the other boy's warmth.

 

Gokudera lies down beside him, mouth right by Tsuna's ear. He whispers half-nonsense as he touches himself, some of it in Italian. Tsuna manages to catch bits and pieces. “So beautiful” and “want you” and “dreamed of this”. Eventually, Gokudera turns Tsuna's head with his free hand and kisses him—sloppy and desperate—and Tsuna feels something hot and wet against his side as Gokudera shudders with a barely audible moan. The kiss continues through Gokudera's climax, and is not broken for for several moments afterwards.

 

They lie there in comfortable silence, both boys tired and sated, until Gokudera mumbles a “thank you” into the skin of Tsuna's shoulder. Tsuna feels something warm, something that has nothing to do with arousal, spreading throughout his insides.

 

“Next time…” he says, hesitantly. “Maybe next time we can switch.” It seems like the wrong thing to say, but he can't think of anything else.

 

“Next time,” repeats Gokudera, like it's the best thing he's ever heard, like he can't believe it.

 

“Yeah,” says Tsuna with a shy smile. “Next time.”