[You are out to give him a string of mini heart attacks, aren't you? One minute he's quietly laughing, nodding softly in agreement as his fingers keep sliding across his own clavicle, and the next... well, there's toes with cool skin against his leg that send a jolt of heat up his body, causing his breathing to stutter. He's scared, for a second, that Yamamoto can see him. His expression looks exactly like a petrified bunny and, no doubt he's been caught. Caught doing what, he doesn't know! He's innocent! He's not touching himself! Nonono! Tsuna's mind fumbles with the excuse he'd come up with-- just fixing that darn shirt collar! As soon Yamamoto gasp's sinks in, though, he starts to slowly unwind and blinks at the dark.]

Ta-Takeshi...? Did... did something just happen? Are you okay?

[There's concern lacing his voice and he begins to shift away from the wall. He barely catches the apology, shaking his head. Now Yamamoto's the one that sounds weird.]

N-Nn, it's fine. Do you still need more room?

[And there's his answer-- Yamamoto's foot against his leg, brushing it over and over and, he really doesn't mind at all! Tsuna sucks in a breath, one hand bunching the fabric of his shirt while the other settles strategically over where all the pleasure starts building up to. A small sound leaves his throat and hums out just as his eyes glance up to the timer.]

I-It's resetting back to seven over and over.

[Not even a second gets knocked down before the clock goes right back. With a gulp, he gradually moves his leg against Yamamoto's, and smoothes his hand over his chest rather than leaving it clenched up in his shirt.]

...m-mn--