His back connected with the wall. There were hands roaming his body, his thighs, his hips, his chest. "Dera..." a low carnal moan escaped his lips.

A chuckle escaped his older lover. The silveret's lips moved up Takeshi's neck, reaching his jaw, and eventually his lips.

The moment their lips connected, heat burned down Takeshi's spine, coursing through him. The hot feeling only intensified when Hayato's hands caressed his ass again. He moaned breathily, giving the Italian the chance to slip his tongue in. He licked at the baseball star's tongue, massaging it and exploring his mouth. With every flick of his tongue the older man earned more soft moans accompanied by frantic hand movements courtesy of the dark haired boy that'd become his prey.

Now it was Takeshi's turn to feel around. He delved his tongue into the hot cavern of his lover's mouth, tasting something similar to his scent; wine and cigarettes. His tongue happily molested the other's, sliding against the wet muscle. He was rewarded for his actions with being pushed harder into the wall and a growl from Hayato. He felt calloused, rough hands slip beneath his shirt and tease the soft flesh of his hips, lips never breaking the kiss. Moans of approval rung from each party until eventually, Hayato broke the kiss, leaving them both breathless.

"Aishiteru." The older man's voice was thick and heavy with lust.

"S-sukida…" The red faced, dark haired boy moaned out, as their lips connected in yet another kiss.