Jesus it's finally finishheedddd...

God. It seriously gets worse. BUT THREESOMES- HELL YEAH. I haven't found any KHR threesomes on this site yet. So either, I'm horrendously stupid or there really isn't any. (Bearing in mind, I only ever even bother looking at M-rated stories. Lol, Hoshi's a whore.)

What's the matter with you people?

802759 FTW

One thing I never understood about the threesome naming though... Does it kind of like...go in rank order? Or... like the ultra-uke in the middle-like a...sandwich or something? I mean...god, I don't know. I don't care. It's a threesome, who gives a shit about which way round the names go.

Enjoy.

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The Italian breathed out heavily, taking off his glasses and placing them gently on the table next to his school book. Glancing over to his right, the silver-haired teen saw Yamamoto sprawled across the floor, pen still in hand from attempting and failing miserably at the math homework they’d been working on.

Yawning, Gokudera looked over to their host, who was also splayed out on the floor, limbs thrown out with abandon; his chest rising and falling softly in that way that only sleep can create.

Shutting his book, the Italian looked at the clock on his boss’ desk.

2.07

They’d been working solidly for five hours. Well, Gokudera had been working solidly for five hours; Tsuna had been panicking for four and a half hours and Yamamoto had…well…Yamamoto had been an idiot, i.e. himself, for four hours. Tsuna’s mother had been nice enough to allow them all to spend the night to get the work done, even though Gokudera thought it had something more to do with leaving Tsuna home alone whilst she spent the weekend at a relative’s house.

Leaning against Tsuna’s bed, Gokudera rubbed his eyes before stretching his arms out. He hadn’t moved from his spot since they’d sat down to start the homework and cramming for that dreaded test that was looming over them like an ominous death sentence. The Italian hadn’t been bothered by the announcement of a test, but Tsuna had practically fallen at his feet and begged him to help, and Gokudera was happy to oblige.

Of course, he wasn’t so pleased that Yamamoto had been added to the equation as well, but it was something that couldn’t be helped, and at least he got to yell at said baseball-idiot for being such an infuriatingly stupid baseball-idiot.

Yamamoto had fallen asleep first, Tsuna shortly after; both exhausted from trying so desperately to successfully factorise equations, and dropped down right on the boss’ floor. But Gokudera had carried on until his work was completely finished, knowing that he would have to let the other two copy it in the morning.

In reality though, who really cared what the value of x was when you were going to grow up to be a hitman? Gokudera wondered why he even bothered going to school anymore, let alone his boss, who would no doubt benefit more from learning how to kill a man with his teeth over what the square root of-

Tsuna groaned in his sleep, and Gokudera, snapping out of his thoughts, found himself staring at his boss. Looking away quickly, unnecessarily embarrassed, Gokudera frowned and crossed his arms, instant defence mode.

But then Tsuna groaned again, a meek little noise that at once made Gokudera feel like he should be cuddling his boss and be doing something… much worse to him.

Eyes narrowed, the Italian turned slowly to look at his sleeping boss, only to see an exposed torso; Tsuna’s hand having hiked up his t-shirt to rest on his naked stomach.

Gokudera’s heart dropped out of his chest.

Ignoring the terrible terrible feeling in the pit of his stomach, the Italian went into instant right-hand man mode, worried for Tsuna’s health if he slept with a bare midriff like that all night. Shuffling over, Gokudera reached out tentatively to try and pull down the clothing a little, feeling like a mother and not even caring.

Having successfully grasped the hem of the t-shirt, Gokudera gently began to pull it down, only to be stopped by his boss groaning out for a third time, a little louder now. Gulping, the silver-haired teen ceased all movement, genuinely frozen to the spot. Tsuna, eyes flickering behind closed lids, rolled his head to the side and shifted his body under Gokudera’s touch.

Feeling the heat rise in his face, and his heart-rate quicken, Gokudera looked over his shoulder at a sleeping Yamamoto; making sure he really was still sleeping. Only after he was really truly utterly sure, the Italian looked back to his boss, staring at his parted lips with a kind of desperate need that you see on someone who is looking at their life-line.

Snaking his fingers under the hem of Tsuna’s t-shirt, Gokudera could feel his heart pounding so strongly he wondered if his whole body was twitching in time with it. It rang through his ears like a fire bell, warning him away, telling him to get out; but he’d much rather get burnt.

Lithe fingers tracing over his boss’ skin, the Italian was savouring every second, every electric shock that coursed through his veins. It was a fantasy he’d been looping in his head for a while now; this twisted and taboo dream that echoed through his very flesh whenever it crossed his mind.

Tracing his fingers more firmly, Gokudera ran his hand over his boss’ warm skin. Tsuna let out a breathy moan, his eyebrows twitching together in a semi-frown as Gokudera’s fingers rubbed over a nipple, flicking it gently, circling around, forcing out that perfect reaction from the brunette.

Gokudera bit his lip and leant in closer to Tsuna, so close he could feel his boss’ gentle breath on his face. Encouraged by the murmured groans from the brunette, Gokudera played harder, running his hand up and down, practised fingers dancing on skin as easily as they did on ivory, pinching his boss’ nipples harder, twisting the little buds as the Italian looked down onto Tsuna’s flushed face.

Tsuna’s eyes flickered, and Gokudera stopped suddenly, hand frozen, as those eyelids cracked open to reveal sleep-soaked bottomless brown eyes. The Italian balked, not having the faintest idea what to do, and merely stayed where he was, eyes widened and lips parted as he stared down at his waking boss.

The brunette blinked lazily, looking up at a seemingly terrified Gokudera hovering above him, hand poised on his chest.

Arching his back, Tsuna pressed himself into the Italian’s hand, forcing contact before dropping his head back and letting out a guttural moan, far louder than the sleepy noises emitted earlier.

Gokudera let out a soft noise of surprise, not exactly sure what was possessing Tsuna at that moment, but very unwilling to question it.

Panicking, the silver-haired teen snapped his head over his shoulder to make sure the third occupant of the room was still dead to the world and not awoken by the sounds that the two were making. And, true to character, the idiot was oblivious to the blindingly obvious that was happening right in front of him. Satisfied, an elated and lusty Gokudera returned his attention to his boss.

Leaning down, he lowered his mouth to the crook of Tsuna’s neck, tongue reaching out to trace a path up his boss’ flesh, planting a chaste kiss on his jaw. Shuffling about and re-adjusting himself, Gokudera picked up one leg and planted it the other side of Tsuna, so he was straddling the brunette’s hips. Reaching back down, the Italian’s face hovered above Tsuna’s, the brunette’s eyes half-open and glazed over with sleep and wanton abandon.

The silver-haired teen leaned in agonisingly slowly, pressing his lips softly to Tsuna’s, the pit of his stomach falling out at the beautifully intoxicating, so-wrong-yet-so-right feeling. Running his tongue over the brunette’s bottom lip, the smaller teen willingly parted his mouth for Gokudera.

“Are you sure, Tenth?” the Italian asked between kisses, not wanting to but feeling it necessary to ask.

Tsuna made some sort of noise of disapproval and drew Gokudera back into his mouth. The soft sound of hot wet mouths and shallow breathing filled the heavy air, and the Italian’s hand crept down his boss’ stomach to find the waistband of his pants.

“G-Gokudera?” came a sleepy voice from behind him.

Releasing the kiss with a wet pop, the silver-haired teen sat up and looked over his shoulder through slitted eyes, swollen lips parted and pulled up in a faint smile. His heart should have been pounding, his blood should have been flooding through him at the speed of light; but he was seeing through a veil of lust and it seemed to negate all panic that should have been felt in that situation.

“Ahh, Yamamoto,” Gokudera whispered, drunk on kisses, “you’re finally awake.”

The raven-haired teen looked at the Italian with complete confusion written on his face, his eyes flickering against the harsh lamp-light.

“Wha-what’s going on?” Yamamoto murmured, a hint of alarm lacing his voice.

Gokudera laughed and, wrapping his hands in Tsuna’s t-shirt, dragged up his boss into a sitting position before wrapping his arms around his neck.

“What,” Gokudera sang under his breath, placing a kiss on Tsuna’s willing lips, “jealous, Yamamoto?”

Said teen’s mouth dropped open, eyes widening. He blinked rapidly, looking from Gokudera to Tsuna, mind racing. He must be dreaming still. This couldn’t possibly be truly real. It just couldn’t.

Gokudera just smirked and turned back to his boss, whose hands had somehow found their way to the Italian’s hips, snaking their way round to rest on his ass. The silver-haired teen gasped out as he felt Tsuna’s hands cupping his ass, immediately dropping down to crush their lips together again, somewhat spurred on by now having an audience.

Aware that Yamamoto was watching his every move, Gokudera ground his hips down into Tsuna’s lap, causing both to break off the kiss to moan out, the Italian dropping his head back and furrowing his brow.

Suddenly behind him, the table was pushed out of the way, and Gokudera felt a hand in his hair, forcing his head back only to have his Yamamoto’s lips crushed against his own with such a desperate passion, Gokudera was snapped out of lusty daze into a wide-eyed shock.

When the other teen finally pulled away, the Italian gasped, panting for breath, and stared at Yamamoto out of the corner of his eye, looking for an answer.

Feeling Yamamoto move behind him, wrapping his arms around the Italian’s waist so that his back was flush to the dark-haired teen’s chest, Gokudera whimpered as Tsuna, who was still under the drug-like influence of lust and sleep, sat up to kneel in front of the Italian and press his hands against the silver-haired teen’s chest. The brunette leant forward into Gokudera, their faces so close, the Italian could feel Tsuna’s shallow breath on his lips, along with some other hot whispers on his ear.

“Jealous of you kissing someone other than me? “Yamamoto murmured, quiet as sin, his tongue pausing to dip into the shell of the Italian’s ear, “Of course I am.”

Leaning over Gokudera’s shoulder, the dark-haired teen kissed an open-mouthed Tsuna, tongues soon pressed to the others’. But before the Italian could even protest at being pressed in the middle, and left out of this kiss, Yamamoto’s hand had found its way into his pants, fingers wrapping around his half-hard cock.

The silver-haired teen let out a noise of surprise, his head dropping back onto Yamamoto’s shoulder. As his tongue delved in and out of Tsuna’s mouth, the dark-haired teen’s hand worked Gokudera’s cock, slowly sliding up and down. His fingers found the Italian’s sac, and with an unexpected expertise, began to tease Gokudera’s hot flesh. The silver-haired teen moaned loudly, his mouth dropping open and his eyes shutting.

Spurred on by the noises the Italian was emitting, Yamamoto broke off from the brunette and dropped his mouth to Gokudera, leaning down so his lips could reach the pale skin of his neck. His tongue traced patterns over the Italian’s flesh, before pressing his lips to the skin, biting and sucking, leaving angry red marks on tingling flesh.

Tsuna soon followed suit, dipping his tongue into the little hollow between Gokudera’s collar bones and tracing a line up his throat. Tugging at the Italian’s t-shirt, Gokudera willingly lifted his arms in the air as Tsuna dragged the clothing off him, only to quickly re-attach himself to the smooth skin of the silver-haired teen’s chest.

Gokudera let out a small whimper as Yamamoto’s hand left his pants, and dropped his head forward only to see those fingers undoing the zipper on his jeans.

“Tsuna, I’ve got something for you.” Yamamoto sang quietly, promptly pulling Gokudera’s cock out of his pants.

“I-Idiot! What are you d-do-doing?!” Gokudera cried out, his voice catching in his throat.

As he tried to reach down, to cover his shame from his beloved boss, his hands were caught by Yamamoto and pulled behind his back so he was left exposed and, ultimately, very embarrassed. Dropping his head back again, Gokudera arched his back, trying to push the dark-haired teen away, to free himself from his clutches, but the Italian froze when he felt a wet heat wrap around his cock, making him feel light-headed and weak-legged.

Taking the head into his mouth, Tsuna, now on all fours before Gokudera, ran his tongue over the slit, before swirling it around the hot flesh in his mouth. The Italian whimpered and whined, muttering the word ‘tenth’ under his breath over and over again. Yamamoto, grasping both of Gokudera’s wrists in one hand, brought the other up to grab hold of the silver-haired teen’s jaw, turning his head to force his tongue into the Italian’s mouth.

Leaning back into Yamamoto’s chest, Gokudera let the raven-haired teen’s tongue explore his mouth, running over his lips with some kind of desperate need, as he felt Tsuna begin to bob his head a little, placing his hands on the Italian’s abdomen as he took his cock into his mouth. The brunette moaned, the taste of the hot flesh and pre-cum on his tongue, the feel of a hard cock in his mouth making him feel more than a little uncomfortable between his own legs.

Releasing his hold on Gokudera momentarily, Yamamoto pulled off his own t-shirt, immediately returning his fingers to the Italian’s skin. One hand came around to his chest, fingers pinching a hard nipple and twisting, eliciting a sharp breath from the owner, who’s own hand came up to entwine itself in the offending fingers.

Feeling Yamamoto’s other hand on his lower back, the Italian’s heart skipped a beat as fingers crept past his waist band and down to cup his ass, giving a quick squeeze, much to the annoyance of the silver-haired teen.

“Ss-stop th-ah Tenth!” Gokudera cried out, as Tsuna took it upon himself to take the Italian’s entire length into his mouth, swallowing him whole.

Yamamoto laughed into the Italian’s ear, nuzzling his face into the silver hair which was already beginning to stick to Gokudera’s skin, before biting down gently on the thin cartilage of his ear.

“When are you going to say my name like that, Gokudera?” Yamamoto murmured into the Italian’s ear, the hand down his pants having found its way between his butt-cheeks, and, spreading them apart with his fingers, pressed one digit to the silver-haired teen’s entrance.

Gokudera’s let out a shuddery breath, grasping at the dark-haired teen’s other hand tighter as he felt that digit circle around his hole, threatening to enter. Tsuna, who was still bobbing his head between the Italian’s legs, seemed oblivious to anything else happening around him, and carried on sucking despite Gokudera’s obvious distress.

“N-no…please d-don’t…” the silver-haired teen whispered, already close to his limit with Tsuna’s mouth wrapped around his throbbing cock.

The Italian squeezed his eyes shut as Yamamoto pressed his finger in, trying desperately not to let his hips buck, lest he choke Tsuna on his cock. He breathed out slowly and moaned quietly, the uncomfortable feeling in his backside increasing as the dark-haired teen added a second finger, scissoring into Gokudera, stretching his resisting muscles.

“Nngh…s-stop you idiot…it-it h-hurts!” Gokudera managed to whine out between sharp grunts forced out of him by Tsuna’s tongue on his slit.

Concerned that it was him being told to stop, Tsuna pulled away from the Italian and looked up at Gokudera from his place on the floor, only to see the silver-haired teen’s head dropped down with one hand clamped over his mouth. Face flushed and eyes shining, the Italian arched his back as Yamamoto’s fingers delved deeper, stretching him wider, making his legs shake and his breath shudder. Gokudera looked down at his boss, who was staring up at his furrowed brow with curiosity.

Sitting up so he was once again on his knees, Tsuna reached forward and took a firm hold of Gokudera’s jeans, before agonisingly slowly, sliding them down the Italian’s legs to rest around his knees. The silver-haired teen let out a prolonged ‘no’ into his fingers, the quiet whine muffled so the other two hopefully wouldn’t notice his complete and utter humiliation at being so exposed before them.

Pulling itself from Gokudera’s grasp, Yamamoto’s hand found the Italian’s shoulder, and with a gentle firmness, pushed him down so that the Italian was the one on all fours. Shuffling back to allow him some room, Tsuna looked down at the Italian, submissive and willing.

“You’re not gonna leave Tsuna out, are you Gokudera?” said the dark-haired teen with a lop-sided grin, his fingers still teasing the Italian’s sensitive hole.

“Why d-don’t you just shut u-UHN!” Gokudera was cut off abruptly as Yamamoto’s fingers quickly left and entered him again, thrusting into his still-tight entrance.

Tsuna didn’t really know why, but he knew this was Gokudera’s punishment for kissing him. Yamamoto really was jealous. The brunette was lost for words. And at that moment, he didn’t really care for words. Words wouldn’t stop his cock throbbing.

“Come on, Gokudera, you know you want him, right?” Yamamoto said, a little harshly, thrusting his fingers into the whimpering Italian again, causing him to let out a guttural groan as the pain began to dissipate, melting into a much more preferable feeling.

Tsuna watched as Gokudera, shaking and breathless, reached out to his boss, his pale fingers grasping at the zipper on the brunette’s pants. Pulling down the front of his jeans, the Italian exposed Tsuna, pulling out his cock into the cool air, eliciting a quiet hiss from the brunette as the cold hit his hot flesh.

“You know, Gokudera, you look pretty good at this angle.” The dark-haired said, leaning his head down, unawares to the Italian, “So good, in fact, you kinda make me want to…”

Yamamoto didn’t even have to finish his sentence for Gokudera to find out what ‘it’ was; he was abruptly shown. For just as the Italian’s mouth closed around the head of Tsuna’s cock, a tongue was added to the two fingers thrust into his ass. The silver-haired teen cried out, the sound muffled by the dick in his mouth.

Feeling the wet heat circling his hole, dipping in and out, combined with the slow finger-fucking, was driving Gokudera crazy; he could feel his stomach turn-upside down, even though he was pretty sure it had dropped out of his body a long time ago. Reaching down with one hand, the Italian wrapped his fingers around his own need, finding himself wet with pre-cum and saliva. He began to slide his hand up and down, trying to keep in time with the shallow thrusts he was applying to Tsuna’s cock with his mouth.

But once again, his arm was twisted around his back, yanked away from his selfish pumps with an unceremonious tug, pulling a piteous whine from the silver-haired teen. Yamamoto laughed to himself from behind Gokudera, he himself feeling the pressure between his legs. Seeing the Italian at such a perfect angle; seeing his tight pink little hole and then shoving his fingers up there and hearing Gokudera moan out in pain and pleasure…it made Yamamoto want to fuck him raw. It made him want to pound the Italian until he saw white and came all over Tsuna’s carpet.

“Y-You want to do w-what to me?!” the silver-haired teen choked out, spit and pre-cum trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Yamamoto hadn’t realised he’d just said all that out loud, but he didn’t really mind. He just grinned at the furious Gokudera, and pulled his fingers out of the Italian’s ass, causing said teen to wince and let out a shuddery grunt.

The dark-haired teen needed no words to convey his answer to Gokudera, simply undoing his pants and pulling out his impressive member was enough to tell the Italian what he had asked. The silver-haired teen, still looking over his shoulder, stared at Yamamoto’s crotch with a look of pure fear smeared across his flushed face.

There was no way. There was just no way that would go up there. It had been bad enough with two fingers. It had hurt. It was going to hurt a million times worse if something that big was going to be put up there.

Resting a hand somewhat protectively on Gokudera’s ass, Yamamoto looked to Tsuna, who looked like he was about ready to drop dead if the Italian didn’t finish what he started. Knowing what kind of pain Gokudera would be forced to feel should he fuck him with nothing to help out, Yamamoto asked if there was anything that could make do hanging around.

Speaking the first words he’d said all night, Tsuna managed to reply;

“Shoube…somethi-…in Mom’s rum.”

As Yamamoto got up and left the room quietly but hastily, Gokudera returned his attention to Tsuna, hoping that by the time the dark-haired teen got back, he would have thought of an excuse to worm his way out of being fucked into the floor.

Sucking Tsuna’s cock with new energy, the Italian bobbed his head harder and faster, taking in as much of the brunette’s cock as he could, forgetting all about his own leaking need. The smaller teen’s breath grew ragged, moans and groans catching in his throat as he wrapped one hand in the silver hair of his friend.

“N-ngh…I’m gonna…Gokuderaah I’m gonna…gonna…”

And he did; just as Yamamoto re-entered the room, eyes widening at the sudden cry of Gokudera’s name. The dark-haired teen’s cock throbbed at the sight of Tsuna coming in Gokudera’s mouth, cum seeping over his bottom lip as the Italian pulled away, running down his chin, as his eyes returned to that half-closed lusty gaze that had first entrapped the dark-haired teen.

Swallowing hard and falling down to rest his forehead on his elbows, Gokudera panted gently, feeling Yamamoto return to his place behind him. Producing something from his pocket, the dark-haired teen grinned and laughed.

“I don’t know what your parents do in their spare time, Tsuna, but I guess we should be grateful for now.” said Yamamoto, waving a partly-used tube of lube in the air.

But Tsuna was sat on the floor, half-unconscious, and with his head dropped down, and Gokudera was too scared to even think about replying. The Italian jumped when he felt hands on his hips, but Yamamoto was only trying to turn him round, so Gokudera was flat on his back. Grabbing at the jeans around Gokudera’s knees, Yamamoto completely pulled off the offending clothing, so the Italian was completely nude before the dark-haired teen. Shuffling backwards, Gokudera found himself lying between Tsuna’s legs, his head resting against the brunette’s chest.

“Calm down, Gokudera,” Yamamoto whispered, “I’ll make you feel so good you’ll never want to stop.”

And with that, those fingers were once again up his ass, this time with a third along for the ride. Screwing up his face in pain, the Italian tensed up, his immediate reaction to try and close his legs and move away apprehended by Yamamoto kneeling between his thighs, and Tsuna preventing him from moving any farther backwards. Fingers wrapping around his wrists, Gokudera’s arms were brought up, a smiling Tsuna holding them up so the Italian was once again stopped from reaching for his own throbbing cock.

Shutting his eyes, Gokudera dropped his head back and tried to steady his breathing as he felt the fingers leave him, and Yamamoto position himself at his entrance. Hands under his knees, the Italian’s legs were pushed back so they were pressed against his chest, granting easier access to the raven-haired teen.

Gokudera let out a low whine as he felt the first lubed inch pressed into his virgin entrance, his voice growing louder as Yamamoto’s rock-hard member slowly pressed into him. Above him, Tsuna was letting out small noises; quiet mewls of pleasure as he watched the scene involving his two best friends. The dark-haired teen furrowed his brow as the terribly wonderfully tight heat swallowed him, inch by painful inch. Gokudera’s mouth hung open as he tried to remember to breathe, his heart jumping and his mind racing around nothing. Much against his own will, the Italian’s eyes began to tear up, the shredding pain ripping through his backside proving to be to much, even for someone used to feeling pain.

The Italian was relatively sure he was being torn apart from the inside out, and when he felt Yamamoto stop sliding in, he worried that that might just be the case. Cracking open his eyes, Gokudera looked up at the dark-haired teen above him, who was breathing deeply, and it was only then that the Italian realised that Yamamoto was fully inside him, buried to the hilt.

“I’m gonna…gonna m-move now…” the dark-haired teen kindly informed the Italian below him, who was looking up at him with barely-open, bleary eyes and a look of wanton abandon mixed with agony on his face.

Slowly, Yamamoto pulled out, and pressed in again, carefully monitoring Gokudera’s face. Sure, he wanted to screw him into next week, but he wasn’t going to if the Italian was really in that much pain. If he could just find that place that he knew would make Gokudera see stars, then the pain surely wouldn’t be that big an issue.

Picking up a slow rhythm, Yamamoto started to move in and out of Gokudera’s entrance a little harder, trying to aim for something that he had no idea of the location of. The Italian dropped his head back into Tsuna’s chest; his shoulders’ banging into the brunette with every thrust. The sound of heavy breathing and grunting sounded throughout the room, and it wasn’t long before Gokudera felt something hard against his naked back.

Shuffling down Tsuna’s lap, Gokudera twisted his body to the side, forcing Yamamoto to re-adjust his position with him, and successfully levelled his head with the brunette’s crotch.

Having had his wrists freed from Tsuna’s iron grip, leaning on one forearm, Gokudera reached up with his other hand and once again took the brunette’s cock in his fingers, leaning forward to run his tongue up the underside to the slit, dipping in, lapping up the small droplets of pre-cum that had already begun to form there.

Yamamoto carried on thrusting, grasping Gokudera’s cock in his hand finally, roughly pumping it along with his thrusts, to which the Italian was forced to time his mouth, as he was banged up and down with every entry.

The dark-haired teen had just about given up on trying to find Gokudera’s sweet spot; he was so lost in his own pleasure right then, and the Italian didn’t seem to be to badly off, but then the silver-haired teen released the cock from his mouth to let out a loud cry as he threw his head back.

Gokudera’s vision had blanked; all he could see was white. His body coursed with electricity and he felt his heart jump at the feeling. Keeping one hand wrapped around Tsuna, the Italian turned his head to watch the dark-haired teen thrust in and out of him, building speed.

“Do i-i-it there a-gah!-gain!” The Italian demanded, immediately turning to take Tsuna into his mouth again.

But Yamamoto abruptly stopped, and without warning pulled out; swiftly taking hold of Gokudera's arm and at once pulling and twisting so that the Italian's position was reversed in one quick movement, the silver-haired teen on his hands and knees facing Yamamoto's crotch.

Wrapping one hand in Gokudera's hair, the dark-haired teen pulled up the Italian's head so he was looking up at Yamamoto's grinning face.

"Tsuna's turn now, don't you agree?" Yamamoto said lightly, allowing the silver-haired teen's head to drop back down.

Moving his hips forward gently, the dark-haired teen pressed his cock to Gokudera's lips, watching as Tsuna shuffled forward and placed his hands on the Italian's hips. The brunette soon pressed into the other teen's loosened entrance, and the sound of slapping skin resounded through the room as Tsuna slowly but steadily fucked Gokudera from behind. Shallow moans and cries of stifled ecstasy littered the air; Yamamoto and Tsuna staring each other straight in the eye over Gokudera's back as they pounded each end of the Italian.

Gokudera was at his limit. For the silver-haired teen it was just too much. He couldn't take it any more; he'd been forced to wait too long, and with the feel of his boss' dick ramming into him, pounding into his sore insides, he just near lost his mind. Tsuna barely had to touch Gokudera's cock before he came, the hot liquid spurting out as the Italian shuddered and moaned, cum covering Tsuna's carpet, and stickying up his boss's hand.

Feeling Gokudera's body react, his muscles spasming with his release, Tsuna dropped his head back as the Italian tightened around his cock, squeezing his sensitized flesh until the brunette himself came, emptying himself into Gokudera. The silver-haired teen let out a sighing moan as he felt his abused hole fill up; his insides heating up as Tsuna released every last drop into him.

As the brunette leant over Gokudera, dropping his head onto the Italian's back, the silver-haired teen closed his lips around a waiting Yamamoto. It didn't take long for the dark-haired teen to reach his own climax; a few more bobs of Gokudera's head and he came with a growl that vaguely sounded like 'Gokudera'; pulling on the Italian's hair, partly out of the ecstasy coursing through his veins, and partly so he could cum on Gokudera's face, instead of in his mouth. Squeezing his eyes shut, the Italian flinched as Yamamoto exploded onto his face, the warm cum dripping down his skin, over his lips, sticking in his hair.

Feeling Tsuna finally pull out of him, spent and limp, Gokudera shuddered, cum streaked with blood streaming down his shaking legs. He dropped to the floor, exhausted and panting, not even bothering to wipe the mess from his face.

Looking down at Gokudera, the dark-haired teen smiled to himself; satisfied and spent, and only feeling a little guilty at being the cause of the Italian's current state. Swiftly pulling his pants up, Yamamoto flopped down next to Gokudera, reaching out to wipe some of the vile stuff from the silver-haired teen's eyelids. Lifting his head a little, Gokudera shuffled forward, placing his tired head in the dark-haired teen's lap, feeling more than a bit sorry for himself, despite having that post-coital glow that only comes with great enjoyment.

Gently resting his hand on the silver head in his lap, Yamamoto laughed as a dazed Tsuna crawled under the Italian's arm, falling asleep in an instant in Gokudera's limp embrace. Giving a quick yank to the duvet on Tsuna's bed, Yamamoto pulled the warming sheet down to cover the two lying on the floor.

Happy with the arrangement of the bedding, Yamamoto returned to stroking a barely conscious Gokudera's hair.

"Hey, Gokudera?"

"...ngh."

"I'm sorry about…you know…hurting you, and well…coming on your face."

"….ngh."

"So you'll still let me copy your homework tomorrow, right?"

"…"

"I," whispered Yamamoto happily, closing his sleepy eyes, "am going to take that as a yes."