Sequel to Late Night Whispers, however can be read alone - in LNW there was a lot of dub con and Rin lost a bit of control and ended up hurting Haru but he liked it and so he was scared but they ended up dating and this is now i guess enjoy
Haru's cooking, and maybe it's become a sort of tradition now with the whole cooking thing, because the second he puts his apron on it seems that Rin has some magical mackerel sensors and shows up to distract him.
This is what... The fifth? Sixth? Time that Rin has interrupted his cooking and he'd grumble about it but he can feel a pair of arms snaking around his waist and a feather light kiss being pressed to the back of his neck and he can't stop the corners of his lips from upturning.
He's only in his swim shorts under his apron but perhaps he should start wearing clothes more often because he's trying to cook but Rin is leaving a trail of kisses down his back and Haru lets out a breath and lets his eyes fall closed as Rin's hands trail lazily up and down his sides.
'When I asked if you were making a habit of this, the answer was supposed to be no.' Haru says softly, turning the stove off.
Arms wrap around his middle and hold him tightly and he can feel Rin's hair tickling him a little as he presses a kiss to his shoulder and rests his head in the crook of Haru's neck.
'You can keep cooking.' He says softly, gently peppering kisses over his shoulder and neck, still hugging him tightly to him.
'No. I can't.' Haru replies and purses his lips, turning around to face Rin and he raises an eyebrow.
'Don't let me stop you.' Rin says, a small smile playing at his lips and Haru narrows his eyes and then Rin kisses him and Haru's are immediately on Rin's hips, pulling him closer and Rin is untying Haru's apron and they've been here far too many times before but Haru is caring less and less; it can become a habit for all he cares.
Rin is backing Haru out of the kitchen and towards his bedroom and Haru is letting him, hands still on Rin's hips and he's gripping his hips a little too tightly considering that Rin hasn't even touched Haru yet but he wants it so badly.
He lets Rin push him back onto the bed and climb on top of him and Haru wraps his legs around him, letting out a soft moan as Rin's lips come into contact with his neck and he suckles gently at the skin.
'Rin...' He sighs, fingers threading into burgundy hair and he's sure that Rin will be able to feel Haru's erection pressing into him through his swim shorts. He gasps sharply as Rin rolls his hips over Haru's and Christ, he can feel Rin's erection too and he can't get Rin's shirt off quick enough, flinging it somewhere that he doesn't care to look, only interested in feeling bare skin on bare skin.
Haru's eyes are screwed shut and Rin's tongue is swirling around a hardened nipple and breathy gasps are spilling from Haru's lips and he's desperately trying to roll his hips up into Rin's but he can't quite manage it enough and he's whimpering and he can tell that Rin is loving it.
'P-please.' He breathes, finger nails digging into his palms as Rin straddles him.
Rin pulls Haru's swim shorts off, climbing off of him at the same time and Haru takes the opportunity to push Rin over and straddle him. The surprise in Rin's eyes is evident and Haru can't help but smirk as he gives himself full control and manages to rid Rin of his sweats and pants only by lifting his hips ever so slightly and then he's back sitting on Rin again and they're both completely naked and Haru swallows thickly and lets his gaze flit down to below Rin's waist.
He wraps a hand around Rin and strokes him gently, eyes now fixed on Rin's face as his eyes close momentarily and he bites his lip to keep himself from making a sound.
Haru leans down over Rin so that their torso's are flush together and he run's his tongue over the outer shell of Rin's ear before whispering gently 'I want to hear you.'
He manoeuvres his body over Rin's so that their members are sliding against each other and they're both moaning lightly as Haru sucks at Rin's neck. He bites softly, and then laps at the marks and brushes his lips over them, as if kissing them all better.
Rin's hands are on Haru's back and he's gripping him tightly and he wants to make Rin come undone like he's done to Haru so many times over and Haru sits up and Rin whimpers at the loss of contact and Haru smirks; he likes this control, he thinks.
Haru leans over, not leaving Rin's lap completely to reach for the bottle of lubricant that Rin has just taken to leaving on Haru's bedside table now and he squeezes some into his hands, rubbing them gently to alleviate some of the coolness and he wraps a hand around Rin, slicking him up and he can see Rin's lips parting in surprise and arousal and he gulps silently himself because is he really going to take Rin with no preparation?
He lifts his hips and positions himself over Rin and bites his lip, sinking down onto him slowly and he can't stop the moan that slips out and it's not as bad as he thought it would be and he supposes that it's because of all the sex they've been having lately.
Haru doesn't move for a moment, enjoying the feeling of fullness and then he lifts his hips and sinks down onto Rin again, and he hisses and Rin groans, his fingers going to Haru's hips to steady him.
Haru's eyes are closed as he rolls his hips over Rin again and again and they're both moaning but he forces them open because Rin looks so damned pretty like that; flushed cheeks and red hair splayed out on the pillow, nice little red marks forming over his neck and teeth sinking into his lips as he tries to stop himself from crying out.
Rin was right it seems about the love bites – they do look rather pretty after all and he's so caught up in marvelling at Rin's beauty that he's stopped moving and Rin is looking at him questioningly and trying to lift his hips to thrust upwards but it's very half hearted and Haru assumes that Rin thinks that something is wrong but Haru just lifts himself up again and resumes, throwing Rin what he hopes is a look of assurance.
Rin is still frowning and Haru stumbles over words in his brain and he can't quite comprehend what he wants to say because he's rolling his hips so that he's hitting that spot inside of him almost every time but Rin's hips aren't jerking up to meet his and he still has a worried look on his face and he's stroking his thumb over Haru's hip.
'You're just really beautiful.' Haru manages to say, and smiles softly as Rin turns pinker (albeit this time from embarrassment rather than arousal) and then Rin's hand is around Haru and sliding up and down and the sound that falls from Haru's lips is a broken cry and Rin moans just at the sound of it.
'Are you close?' Rin asks breathily and Haru nods furiously, unable to get his voice to form any more actual words and anything he tries to say just comes out as a strangled cry.
Rin's hand speeds up and Haru is rolling his hips faster, aiming for that spot inside of him and Rin is thrusting up to meet his hips and they're both gasping for air and moaning heavily and then Haru is spilling over Rin's hand and his walls are clenching around Rin and with a groan, Haru feels Rin come inside of him and it feels so good and he slows his hips to a stop and he sits on Rin's lap, still filled, and they're panting heavily, trying to regulate their breathing.
Rin grabs a hold of Haru's wrist and tugs it so that Haru falls down on top of Rin, and he immediately buries his face in Rin's neck and gently presses his lips to the warm skin covered in a sheen of sweat as Rin lazily throws an arm around Haru's back holding him in place.
'Fuck.' Rin breathes, still breathing irregularly.
'Yeah.' Haru replies.
They stay like that for a while, just breathing and holding each other before Haru realises that the wetness in the crook of his neck isn't sweat but is Rin's tears.
'Rin...' He says, lifting his head and looking at his boyfriend with a worried frown. 'Why are you sad?'
Rin shakes his head. 'I... I just... Every time before when we've done this I've...'
'You've what?' Haru is sitting on Rin's lap and lightly stroking his fingers over Rin's chest, a gesture that could be considered romantic and affectionate and his face is laced with concern.
'Well I know that you've enjoyed it and everything but I still feel like I forced myself on you and I never asked if you wanted it and Christ... I never even properly asked you to be my boyfriend I was just 'yeah we're dating now' fuck. I've been so selfish and self centred and-'
'Hey...' Haru says softly as tears spill over Rin's face again and Haru leans down to kiss the wet streaks down his boyfriend's face. 'You did ask me to be your boyfriend.'
'Not properly.'
'And yeah, maybe I didn't really know what I wanted at the time but I never told you to stop and I never pushed you away-'
'The last time- you didn't let me in-'
'That was because of me. Not you.'
Haru leans down and presses light kisses over Rin's neck, working his way up and then their lips meet in a soft kiss.
'Please don't be sad anymore.'
'I'm not, I promise. It's just when you did all that it just made me see that you really do want me, too.'
'Stupid, of course I do.' Haru replies and Rin's arms wrap around him.
'...I know.'
'Rin?'
'Yeah?'
'Erm, I kind of need to move and you're sort of still half inside of me.' He can tell that he's blushing profusely by Rin's light laugh and he lets go of Haru so that he can roll onto his side and then Rin pulls Haru close so that they're cuddling together and they hold each other close.
a sequel to late night whispers was requested on ao3 and it kind of turned into a chapter fic thats just kind of a lot of smut
