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Imagine Person A of your OTP complaining about how cold they are. Person B suggests they curl up by the fire place with a big fluffy blanket. After a few moments of doing so, Person B begins to kiss Person A’s neck and bite them a few times. After Person A gets flustered and asks what Person B is doing, Person B says they’re warming Person A up. (Bonus if it leads to steamy sex.)
( via imagineyourotp )
Well, I took the idea from here, but then it evolved differently, i’m sorry.
( I’ve even tried a nsfw part. I swear I’m sorry.)“ …neve sopra I mille metri con abbontanti precipitazioni. Si consiglia di restare in casa e di non tentare spostamenti a meno che non sia necessario…”
Shit! Gokudera thought, looking at the blizzard outside the window. Being stuck in a hideout somewhere in the Alps during a snow storm surely wasn’t in his plans.
Neither Yamamoto’s company was in his plans, but he can’t really complain about it, not when it was thanks to the swordsman that he managed to get to that refuge alive. That fuckin’ bastard… For one time, the insult wasn’t referred to Yamamoto, but to the man that forced them to run away from his objective. It was his fault, if now they were forced to stay in that house, with little to eat and lesser do to but waiting for the blizzard’s end.
Truth to be spoken, it was supposed to be an easy mission: reach Madonna di Campiglio, find the target, find the top-secret documents that the target stole from the CEDEF office, take them both and go back to Villa Vongola.
No one could even imagine that he would have found, on his way, a bodyguard strong enough to knock him out with a single, well- addressed punch right in the head.
It was a fortune that Yamamoto was on his way back from a mission, and that he was in his same zone. Warned from Tsuna, in fact, the Japanese was able to reach him in few minutes and save him, taking him away to that mountain hut. In which now they were stuck. Just the both of them. All the night long at least. Fuck, I swear, the moment I put my hands on him— Trying to calm himself, Gokudera gave the back to the window, looking at the scene in front of him: Yamamoto, a blanket on his shoulders, was trying to get warm, stretching his hands towards the fireplace, which was also the only light in the room, aside the small tv screen tuned on the weather forecasts. Yamamoto was smiling, like they were on a school trip or something similar, and nothing could give the impression he wasn’t calm and relaxed- the only sign of his inner tension was his katana, on the floor next to his seat, ready to get grabbed in case of necessity.
“Gokudera, with this weather they can’t find us. Come here and get warm-” Yamamoto tried to convince the other teen, and after a short moment of inner struggle, Gokudera nodded, sitting next to him in front of the fire. If he had learned something in the years passed since their first adventures, it has been to trust Yamamoto’s instinct. If he say they were safe, probably it was so.
“ And don’t make that face! Tomorrow we’ll go back and you’ll gather someone else, you’ll get those documents in no tim—” “WHAT? NO, col cazzo, I’m gonna take those fuckin’ documents tomorrow. I can’t go back to the Tenth otherwise.” Gokudera replied, staring angrily at Yamamoto’s puzzled expression. Going back and failing the mission wasn’t contemplated, but Yamamoto could do whatever he want for how much he’s concerned.
“You can do whatever the fuck you want, go back, stay here, take a—” The list of alternatives was still long, but Yamamoto interrupted him. “I’m going to help you, of course.” He said quietly, looking at Gokudera with a amused grin on his lips.
And Gokudera reacted just as he was expecting: a confused look, for a moment, and then a grumpy expression, crossing his harms on his chest. “I don’t need your help.” He grumbled, shifting his gaze from Yamamoto’s face to the fire, which was more neutral and surely less dangerous. He didn’t want to blush like an idiot because of Yamamoto, dammit. Cazzo-! Why he always have to do that face? He thought, releasing his arms and stretching them towards the heat. He can imagine the Japanese’s smile, and he can’t help but pouting and refusing to continue the talk.
They had known each other for a long time, now, and their arguments have always been like this: Gokudera get angry and Yamamoto smiles away the other’s boy rage. But still, with the years passing, something had grown between them, and now Gokudera finds difficult to look into Yamamoto’s eyes and still manage to stay pissed of. This doesn’t mean he doesn’t try, though.
“I know, but I’m going to help you anyway.” Yamamoto replied, calmly, after few second. For him it’s just normal, staying by Gokudera’s side, even if Gokudera himself doesn’t want him.
“…It’s fuckin’ cold—” Gokudera muttered, after a while, breaking the silence fallen in the room.
He retired his arms, shaking lightly and turning his face towards the window- it was still snowing, and, to be honest, it seemed like the storm has intensified.
“Wait, try this—” Yamamoto replied, moving closer to him and putting his blanket over both of them, with a slight smile. “Better?” He asked, seeing that Gokudera himself was moving closer to him. “Nope, I’m still cold—” Stupid Alps and stupid snow and stupid storms too— He hated being so needy, and he hated the smile that was on Yamamoto’s lips- an amused and intrigued one, a smile that clearly stated Yamamoto had something on his mind. “I know a quite good method to get warm up-~” He declared indeed, passing over his guard and kissing him, making him blush and, above all, making him swear in a soft voice.
Gokudera has now understood what the other one is thinking about, and he can’t really say he dislike it.
But, but, they shouldn’t do it- not on a mission, not there, not- Yamamoto kissed his neck, the sensitive spot under the ear- and suddently, Gokudera found very hard to think straight. He moaned, putting his hands on Yamamoto’s chest, and trying to push him away, but without a great effort. “Ohi, you idiot, what the hell do you think you’re doing—!!” He exclaimed, looking at the other’s playful smile with a grumpy face.
For how much he likes to have sex with Yamamoto, this doesn’t seem the right occasion at all. And most of all, he doesn’t like to give up so easily on it. “I’m just trying to heat you up!” The brunette replied, knowing that Gokudera was already convinced- he wanted to wait just the right amount of time for not seeming too much easily persuadable.
And in fact, after a while, Gokudera himself started responding to his kiss, leaning back on him and passing his fingers trough Yamamoto’s strands.
And in no time, they’re one on the other, kissing each other as if that was the last night on the earth for them, and then Gokudera’s on his back, and Yamamoto’s between his legs, and then the room is filled only with their moanings and their gaspings and their calling each other in a soft, urged voice.
The next morning it’s sunny day, a warm day, and when they wake up, they’re ready to get their mission done. And maybe, after that, they will come back to that mountain hut- just for resting a little, of course.
