[ He's pulled along, and he willingly follows, eager and hungry and needing him. Yamamoto's touch is firm, but still teasing, and he returns the kiss with a ferocity that is almost uncharacteristic, and yet fitting all at the same time.
He snaps the buttons, then - because Hibari is not a patient man either, and smiles against Yamamoto's mouth when he hears it clatter all over the floor, finding a perverse pleasure in ruining the other guardian's shirt. He lets him explore his mouth, savors those fingers in his hair, as he slips his own hands inside that shirt, stroking over smooth, scarred abs, and upward. ]
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He snaps the buttons, then - because Hibari is not a patient man either, and smiles against Yamamoto's mouth when he hears it clatter all over the floor, finding a perverse pleasure in ruining the other guardian's shirt. He lets him explore his mouth, savors those fingers in his hair, as he slips his own hands inside that shirt, stroking over smooth, scarred abs, and upward. ]