"Makoto, stop looking at me like that," Haruka scolded for the nth time since they had arrived at his home, but for some reason he couldn't get the words to sound harsh like he wanted, like he wished so desperately for so he could hide behind his usual, indifferent cover like he always did.

But his cover was blown now. Ever since Tachibana Makoto's lips met his just a little under an hour ago.

"Sorry, Haru-chan," his best friend shrugged back with an apologetic grin, green eyes warm and even a little dazed in a look that made Haruka's heart flutter, "I'm just so happy right now!" He reached out across the space between them on the couch and took Haruka's hand in his much larger ones.

It was strange how the whole thing played out after that kiss once they got offstage at the festival. Haruka had still felt anxious and embarrassed, wanting nothing more than to be alone with Makoto and explore these new feelings with each other, especially physically. He had practically dragged Makoto behind him as they walked home (or rather, half-ran in Haruka's case while Makoto walked- he had a much larger stride and kept up with annoying ease), stopping shortly for quick, abrupt kisses that made the brunette giggle and shiver a bit. Each time they stopped the kisses grew longer, deeper, slower, and definitely hotter with wandering hands and quiet gasps. Haruka was sure that by the time they got through the door of his house they would be absolutely inseparable and unstoppable for the rest of the night.

However, to Haruka's great frustration, that's not how it went.

Something within Makoto had changed between the time they reached the bottom of the stone steps leading up to the shrine and when they entered the silent home. He grew quiet, in a sort of peaceful, content way, and he had been staring at Haruka for extended periods of time in such a strange manner that made the raven's cheeks burn and his gut twist into a knot.

Haruka stared heavily at the hands clutching his. They were bigger than his, just like everything else about Makoto, and a little darker too. But his palms were like creased velvet, thanks to the amount of care Makoto always took to moisturize after a long swim in a chlorinated pool, which tended to make everyone else's skin very dry. Haruka had touched Makoto's hands many times in passing, sometimes brushing them together on accident while walking or handing the other something, but never had he had the chance to truly feel them like this. He remembered how it had felt when Makoto held his face while he kissed him before, and Haruka craved the warmth of his palm on his cheek again. Hesitantly, he brought one of Makoto's hands up and pressed it to his face, leaning into his palm and letting his eyes flutter shut at the comfort that permeated him.

The small gasp that left Makoto's mouth did not go undetected by Haruka, and he felt his own lips quirk upward for some reason.

"What?" Makoto ask softly, a breathy laugh to the question. He brushed the pad of his thumb along Haruka's cheek.

"You shouldn't be allowed to call me cute all the time when you're the one making noises like that," Haruka murmured, eyes downcast in embarrassment at how silly he sounded.

Makoto didn't seem to notice though, because suddenly Haruka was being pulled into the lap of the taller man, who turned him around and sat him with Haruka's back to his chest. "The only cute noises I heard today was that little whine I got from you earlier," Makoto's voice was smooth and dropped in pitch as he spoke against Haruka's ear. The change made the raven shudder and his groin ache just the slightest.

"I-I didn't whine," he retorted, stuttering from arousal.

Ignoring him with a chuckle, Makoto pressed his lips to the shell of Haruka's ear and breathed, "I wonder what other kinds of noises I could make Haru-chan do."

Haruka felt his throat tighten, and his pants were quick to follow suit. His chest rose and fell increasingly with his accelerated heartbeat, lips parting to let in more air. This side of Makoto was completely unheard of and unexpected. Haruka had always imagined he would be shy and awkward doing something like this, but there was an air of confidence about him now that Haruka was almost jealous of. He hated being the one made to look all flustered like this.

"Makoto, s-stop," he groaned, knowing he wanted quite the opposite though.

"Haru," the other hummed deeply while starting a trail of kisses down his neck, "I want to kiss you more now. I want to feel more of you. Please, may I?"

Haruka could only manage a nod and watch with wide eyes as Makoto's hands now slipped around his waist and down to his hips, giving them a firm squeeze before sliding back up to his chest. His mouth began to suck and nibble all along the column of Haruka's neck, alternating between biting and licking and leaving him panting quietly, anxious for more.

"H-how long have you wanted… um, this?" Haruka asked shyly, his voice catching on the last word just as Makoto's teeth scraped along his collarbone.

A gentle gust of laughter fanned across his ear. "I've always wanted to be with Haru," Makoto spoke so calm and honestly that Haruka almost wondered if maybe this all seemed normal to him. "Ever since we were little I thought that it would only make sense that Haru-chan and I would be married one day, since there was no one that I had ever cared about in quite the same way as you," he sighed happily. "Although it wasn't until a few years ago that I realized I wanted to be with Haru like this also," he punctuated with a lingering kiss on the jawline.

"Years?" Haruka marveled aloud, although he didn't mean for it to come out.

"Mhmm," he felt Makoto nod softly while a large hand cupped his cheek, "not long after Rin left. You were so sad all the time… And I wished every day that I could get rid of that sadness somehow. But for some reason, all I could think about doing to help was kissing you. I figured that maybe I was being silly, and that a kiss wouldn't do anything to help you really, no matter how badly I wanted to try-"

"You should have," Haruka muttered shortly, clasping his now shaking hands together. He didn't like to admit it, but back then Makoto had been the last flickering light in his world. Makoto had been the one that, even though he quit swimming, still saved him from drowning. Makoto was always there, and there had been nights where the only thing Haruka knew he wanted was Makoto beside him, yet there was always this feeling of wanting more of him- more than just being next to him. Haruka wanted to feel him, to feel their hands intertwined and their skin pressed together and to feel all of Makoto's warmth within. And it came to him quite clearly then that what he wanted was to kiss him. No matter how weird that was, and even though that was his best friend, he simply wanted a kiss, and that was all Haruka thought he would need to keep going each day.

Of course, he had never told Makoto that though, and the response he was now receiving was silence, which made his chest ache and stomach cramp. Why wasn't Makoto saying anything? Was it weird that Haruka silently admitted something like that? That he had wanted to kiss Makoto too, even back then?

"Makoto?" He called softly, and when he received no response again, Haruka turned himself around to see what was causing the delay.

The tears he saw were more than enough for an answer. Makoto sat there dumbly, a smile on his lips despite the wet trails streaking his face, and a look in his eyes that made Haruka's heart swell and throb in his chest. "Sorry, Haru," he sniffled, "it's just that I always thought that if I kissed you, you would tell me not to be so weird, and you wouldn't like it." He wrapped his arms around the smaller boy, pulling him to his chest and pressing his face into his neck, "If I h-had known that it would make everything better, I sw-swear that I would have done it, Haru. I promise I would have!"

Haruka tried to hush him, brushing his fingers through Makoto's stringy hair and pressing his lips to his head, but he didn't know what else to do, or even say. The past was the past now, and wasn't it sort of silly for Makoto to be crying about it when everything was fine?

"You don't have to cry," he finally said, trying not to sound too rude on accident. "I just mean that… everything is okay, and you get to kiss me now, so you shouldn't be upset about not kissing me then, right?"

Makoto's laugh came out a little ragged, but the smile on his lips remained sincere, "I know, Haru. I know I don't have to cry anymore; it's just that I'm so happy. And now I'll get to make up for all of the kisses I missed with you, right?"

"That's about thirteen years of kisses," Haruka added with a slight smirk.

"Thirteen years, huh?" Makoto pulled away from Haruka's shoulder with the same smirk, setting their lips just inches apart. "So, I should probably start now then."

"Probably," Haruka shrugged jokingly in response, a rare thing for him.

The brunette leaned in even further, brushing his lips against Haruka's, "Keep track for me, okay?" He teased in return, and finally pressed their mouths together with a sweet force that Haruka had been near craving by that point.

For someone who had never kissed anyone else before, Makoto was definitely getting the hang of it quickly- although, Haruka didn't make the best of judges, seeing as he had never kissed before either. But if he could judge by the way Makoto was making his breath catch and stomach coil and cheeks flush then Haruka was near certain that he was doing something right. His kisses were deep and lingering, barely leaving enough space in between each one for a quick gasp of air before diving in for more. His hands found purchase on Haruka's lower back, pulling him closer and closer until Makoto was falling onto his back, dragging Haruka down with him in a burst of laughter.

"Is this okay?" Makoto asked tenderly, kissing a specifically sensitive spot on Haruka's neck.

"Nn-ah, y-yes. Perfect," the raven gasped out, meanwhile adjusting himself so he could straddle Makoto's hips. Naturally the other's hands came down to hold Haruka's waist, rubbing and massaging him with his thumbs through his t-shirt. Haruka ached for more though. The heat he craved between them was being blocked not only by his clothing, but especially through the rigid suit Makoto was still wearing.

Without a word, seeing as his mouth was busy otherwise, Haruka's fingers made their way down Makoto's chest and to the button keeping his jacket together. He tried to be as subtle as possible, not wanting to make Makoto flustered and embarrassed, but the moment the button slipped loose, Haruka could feel the heat radiating off Makoto's cheeks onto his own face.

"Ha-haru…"

"Don't freak out," Haruka responded flatly, pulling Makoto up just enough so he could slide the jacket off his arms. "It was in the way," he explained, pressing his hands to Makoto's chest, where he could now feel the tight muscles beneath.

"Yeah, I-I guess," he agreed with a short nod, a strange look in his eyes. Haruka was suddenly being pushed upright, and in a flash his shirt was tugged up and over his head, then tossed onto the floor beside the couch, revealing his bare torso. "Sorry," Makoto finally supplied, eyes now unfocused and half-lidded in a desirous gaze, "it was in the way."

Haruka's lips were back on Makoto's faster than either one of them could take a preparatory breath for. The swallowed and suppressed whimpers from before were now unabashed moans, and as much as he didn't want to admit it, most of them were Haruka's. Hands sought skin and hair to bruise and grip with each throb of pulsing pleasure building inside, lips collided in a wet frenzy, hungry for every drop of passion they could milk from one another. Makoto growled deeply as their hips slowly began to brush together in a building rhythm, the friction hardly satiating their growing need for release.

To make it even in his mind, Haruka began to undo the buttons of Makoto's dress shirt, the urge to feel his skin against his growing stronger each second. The brunette put up no protest this time, humming encouragingly as Haruka's fingers shook and hesitated frequently. Finally he was able to slip the shirt off, letting out the breath he had unknowingly been holding in since he started removing it. He leaned back in to continue kissing, but was stopped by a gentle hand on his chest.

"Haru, my tie," Makoto half-laughed, tilting his chin up so Haruka could take it off easily.

The raven paused though, assessing the accessory for a moment silently. "No," he decided curtly, "I like it on."

Makoto could only stutter half of Haruka's name with wide eyes before his lips were captured in another steaming kiss, earing Haruka an unintentional moan. Their hips returned to their even pace of rocking together, both of their erections now obviously present as they pressed together. Eager to feel more, to have that delicious friction become free of barriers, Haruka daringly let his hands fall to the hem of Makoto's slack, tugging suggestively and letting out a meek whine.

"Are… are you sure this is what you want, Haru?" Makoto asked gently, taking Haruka's chin in his hand. "It's just that, I've been wanting this for years and I've had time to think about if this is what I wish to happen. You've only just kissed me today and I want you to be positive that you'll be okay with this- with us, I mean."

Haruka sighed, shaking his head, "Makoto, you're not the only one."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"You're not the only one who has been thinking about doing this together," he insisted, voice shaking slightly.

"You have?" Makoto gasped, emerald eyes alight with surprise.

Haruka could only nod, his mouth dry and throat tight again.

"Oh- Oh god, Haruka," Makoto moaned and brought their lips together in a sloppy, lust-ridden kiss. "It just so- so lewd," he groaned between kisses, "I can't control myself… when you talk like that… I want Haruka so bad," Makoto thrust his hips upward frantically now, his erection harder than ever. "P-please, I need you."

Complying without hesitation, Haruka worked desperately to remove Makoto's pants, shaking uncontrollably now with anticipation and feeling his own need growing painfully hard. He freed Makoto of his slacks hastily and almost cried out in relief at the sight of his now tented boxer-briefs, the tip slightly darker from leaking pre-cum. Makoto's hands had already started working on his jeans meanwhile, and in a matter of seconds both of them were left in their underwear, panting each other's names so wantonly that Haruka was glad that no one else but Makoto would ever hear him like this.

"Take them off, n-now," Makoto demanded, voice ragged and raspy with arousal. Haruka obeyed easily, whimpering slightly as the fabric rubbed against his hardened length in such a sweet way, as he imagined Makoto's hand might feel if he were to do it. His erection bobbed upward, causing a deep flush to color his chest and neck. It seemed like Makoto hardly noticed though as he worked off his own boxers frantically, mouth gaping slightly as his eyes finally lifted to absorb the full sight of Haruka shamelessly naked on top of him.

"Is this what you w-wanted to see?" Haruka asked timidly, feeling particularly obscene with the way his legs were spread so far apart.

"Yes, yes, Haruka," Makoto ran his hands up and down the raven's thighs eagerly, wetting his lips with his tongue. "You look so beautiful, so incredibly- sexy." He was practically devouring Haruka with the way he was looking at him.

"I want to see Makoto too," he murmured, embarrassed by how dirty his request sounded. Haruka had dreamt of seeing his best friend naked more times that he could remember, and that wasn't including daydreams too. For a long time it was simply a matter of curiosity; did Makoto look very different down there than him? How big was it? If they were different, did that mean Haruka's wasn't normal? After a few years, Haruka came to realize that none of those questions really mattered, because if he ever were to be in a naked situation with Makoto, then he was positive those kinds of obscure details would be the last thing on his mind.

And of course, he was right.

"Sure," Makoto purred in such a sultry way that, paired with the lustful gaze in his eyes, made Haruka swallow thickly and sent a shiver down his spine. He scooted down Makoto's hips gracelessly, feeling the other's erection brush against his ass teasingly until it was in view before him. It was big- just as Haruka had imagined- both in length and girth, but nothing too intimidating. In a way, because it was Makoto, Haruka almost found it cute how fitting it was for him, as strange as that sounded. He wanted to touch it and stroke it and kiss it all over, but that would have to wait for another time, when they were in less of a rush, after they had become familiar with one another and were more comfortable with exploring.

Right now, all Haruka wanted was to be claimed.

He wanted to be taken and ravished by the man he had been so hopelessly in love with for longer than he had even known what true love was. He wanted to be absolutely consumed by the only person in the world who knew him inside and out without ever having to ask a thing, who could read his mind no matter how empty his expression was, and who practically shared a heartbeat with him from being so attached since the two had begun to speak full sentences. He wanted to be Makoto's completely, in every way that was humanly possible with a fierceness that Haruka had never felt within himself before.

"Makoto, I can't wait any more," he gasped out, "I need you too. I need you right now."

The words barely had time to settle before Haruka was being pulled down in a searing kiss, hips grinding together deliciously for only a moment before he even realized Makoto's fingers being shoved into his mouth. Haruka licked and sucked them happily, although he wasn't really sure what Makoto was doing it for. It felt sort of good though, and so Haruka continued his onslaught of his fingers until Makoto abruptly yanked them away, forcing a vulgar and wet pop from his lips.

"Wait, why did you-" Haruka hardly had time to question before he felt the slicked up digits circling and prodding his asshole. "Gaaah! Ah, ahh g-god Makoto!"

"Feels good, right?" Makoto whispered hoarsely against Haruka's ear. "I've never tried this on someone else, but I've gotten plenty of practice on my own."

Haruka couldn't believe what he was hearing. Makoto had… done this to himself? How many times? Was it normal for other boys to masturbate like that, or was it…?

"Haruka," the brunette cut off his thought quickly, inserting an entire finger inside of him smoothly, "I always thought about you when I touched myself like this. I thought about fucking and being fucked by you." His voice quivered with need as he stroked his insides slowly, "I pictured you screaming and shaking for more, riding me fast and hard. I'm disgusting for thinking those vile things, but when it comes to you, Haruka, I can't control my desires." Makoto slid another dripping finger inside him, stretching Haruka almost painfully. But the pain felt so addicting, and he couldn't help crying out for more.

"Mah-nn, Makoto," he begged, unable to stop his hips from jerking back into Makoto's hand, "another. Please, add another."

A third of Makoto's long fingers was slipped inside, making Haruka's back arch and jaw go slack. Makoto thrust his fingers in and out shallowly, scissoring them to stretch Haruka even further. The raven could only figure that it was all in preparation for what was about to come, and he hoped in a way that Makoto's dick would fill and stretch him even more appeasingly than now.

"Haruka, please, let me have you. I want to feel how tight you are around me," Makoto groaned, and once again Haruka was speechless trying to figure out where his best friend learned to say such lewd things, and why it was turning him on even more as well.

He nodded, unable to say the words he wanted to no matter how hard he tried. Yes, fuck me, Makoto, he wanted to scream. Fill me and fuck me until every fantasy of yours becomes real. Make me into the filthy, begging trash you want me to be. I'm yours. I'm yours I'm yours I'm yours.

Haruka's daze was broken by a new stiffness poking at his entrance, and after a few quick nudges he was suddenly being penetrated to the core. Makoto's girth made him ache in a blinding mixture of pain and intoxicating pleasure, but the careful thrusts that Makoto moved with weren't nearly enough to satisfy Haruka's yearning for more.

"Haru, Haru," Makoto moaned repeatedly with each thrust upward, gripping his hips with bruising force, "you feel amazing. Nnn- ah, so good, Haru. You're just as tight as I imagined."

"D-don't," Haruka wanted to stop him from saying such embarrassing things, but the pleasure was building within him and making it harder to refuse what Makoto was saying.

"Your face is so… so erotic," he continued despite Haruka's plea while planting kisses along his neck. "You're so cute when I fuck you," Makoto keened against his ear, daring to push deeper inside Haruka.

"Aagh! Mako-to, please. Please, oh- ohhh god," Haruka began to grind his hips down, pushing against each of Makoto's thrusts. "So d-deep," he gasped.

"Ride me, Haruka. Ride me just like that, yeah."

"Makoto is… so big… feels so good…"

"Good, I want you to feel good too," Makoto lifted his hips even further up, holding them there for Haruka to ride more easily. "I want you to come from being fucked so good."

Haruka's insides felt like they were about to burst with all of the pressure building within him. His eyes clenched shut as every grind became longer and harder, taking in as much as he could get each time. He rolled his hips and moaned Makoto's name, and crying out profanities each time the brunette took a fistful of Haruka's hair and tugged at it severely.

"Makoto, I- I can't! Shit, shit, shit, I can't- I'm gonna c-come," he sobbed. "I'm gonna- gah! Ah- ahhhh!"

"Come for me, Haruka. Come all over me."

Makoto's words murmured so sweetly in his ear were enough to make Haruka spill himself with a wail. "Ohh- ohhh shit Makoto, Makoto, Makoto," he panted hysterically, "I'm coming, I- I'm- Hnn aaaahh!"

Makoto groaned as Haruka's hot seed splattered his chest and abs, eyes drifting closed in ecstasy as Haruka clenched around him, impossibly tighter now than before.

"Oh fuck, Haru. Haru I can't- I need to fuck you so hard," the brunette growled, abruptly throwing Haruka down onto the couch and overpowering him, pinning his wrists down. Makoto slammed into him so rapidly that Haruka felt like his entire insides were shaking from the force. Over and over he was rammed into until Makoto bucked jerkily twice, then with an absolutely profane moan came harshly inside Haruka, hips spasming from release.

"Yes, yes Haruka. Ahhh-oh shit yes," Makoto mewled as the each wave of his orgasm hit. Finally his hips stalled, and with an exhausted groan he fell onto Haruka, head resting on his sternum and arms tucking under his sides.

Haruka was having trouble finding words, or even air, after the intensity of what just happened. All he could do was replay every single word that came out of Makoto's mouth in his head, aching to hear the beautiful, desperate tone in his voice once more, to feel his powerful grip take hold of him, to be ravished so deeply and so fervently.

"Haru," Makoto finally sighed, "Haru, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I lost control over myself and I couldn't- I just couldn't stop," his voice cracked apologetically as he nuzzled closer to Haruka's chest.

"No, no, it's fine. It's… it's okay. Please don't be upset now," Haruka pleaded, not quite sure if he could mentally handle a crying Makoto after everything they just went through. "I'm okay, I swear. I'm okay and… and I love you, Makoto," he breathed, a rush of relief coming over him from those four words. "I love you," he repeated, feeling his own throat clench from the overwhelming emotions inside.

"H-haru," Makoto met his eyes, emerald clouding with adoration. "I love you. I love you, Nanase Haruka, I have since the moment I met you and I'll never stop, I promise."

"I know," Haruka nodded hastily, trying to remain calm, but the way Makoto was looking at him and squeezing him so tightly was making it nearly impossible.

"Haru-chan," Makoto ran a hand through the raven's hair, "you've always been everything too me, and you always will be my everything. Nothing in this world could make me happier than knowing the person I love most feels the same in return. I… I'm willing to give you forever, if you are willing to try," he offered with one of the sweetest smiles Haruka had ever seen.

"I won't have to try very hard then," he responded with the best grin he could muster.

"Just how you like it then," Makoto teased lightly, kissing Haruka's cheek softly. "How about a bath to clean up now? We made quite the mess," he blushed, glancing down at his sticky chest.

"Nn," Haruka agreed with a nod and a gentle smile, giving Makoto one last lingering hug before being lifted off the couch and up the stairs.

. . .

"By the way," Makoto added as the tub began to fill with warm water, "next time, just tell me you're jealous that I'm doing a kissing booth. It'll save us a whole lot of confusion," he winked, and Haruka couldn't help but be mad despite the growing redness of his cheeks and the pit in his stomach, because Makoto had known all along. And if he had known all along, then he probably knew that it all would have ended up where it did tonight, including…

"You really are disgusting," Haruka grumbled while tugging at the bowtie still around Makoto's neck, which only brought out a chuckle from his friend.

"At least you know I was thinking about you," Makoto reminded, but Haruka found it less amusing.

"Yeah, well next time use your weird mind powers and just kiss me first to save me the embarrassment," the raven shot back with a smirk, but it was immediately wiped off his face by the deep, languid kiss Makoto pressed to his lips.

"Haruka," he murmured as he pulled away, "it doesn't take mind powers to see when you want me. You're not as subtle as you think. Plus," he added with a sly grin, "I thought it was kind of cute that you were jealous. Makes me wonder how else I could get you like that again."

"Good luck," Haruka mocked him, but somewhere inside he knew that even though being jealous was annoying and humiliating, he would always be grateful for the person who thought of that stupid kissing booth in the first place.