Haru leaned into the kiss on second nature, breathing into Makoto's mouth as he opened his wider.

"Ma—"

"Sh," Makoto whispered and Haru could feel him smiling against his mouth, "you don't want the twins to hear, right?"

Makoto had always been the kind of guy that you could tell was smiling just from listening to him talk. Even without looking at him, you could hear the corners of his mouth turn up and his lips part over his perfect, white teeth. It was adorable. Way too adorable.

"Mm."

"Oh Haru…" Makoto whispered again, allowing his friend to stay strategically perched on top of him, and as the kiss steadily heated up he forgot what they had been doing earlier and why they were hiding behind the sofa in the lobby of a electricity-less hotel and he also forgot how loud his voice could be when he moaned.

"MAKOTO."

"Wh—what?"

Haru had pulled back in horror, still afraid that the twins would find them, this time for more reasons than one.

"You're moaning."

"Don't say that! No I'm not! I had…something…I had a scratch in my throat."

Makoto could feel Haru's eyes on him.

"I didn't moan."

"Yes, you did."

"No. You're hearing things. You probably have too much water in your ears."

"I take good care of my ears and all things aquatic. You were moaning."

Makoto sighed, embarrassed and slightly more turned on from the thought that Haru made him…vocalize…his…pleasure? It's such a dirty word…

"Let's go upstairs."

Their hushed conversation, barely audible to anyone within earshot, stopped at Haru's mention of changing locations. Both of them froze, instinctually feeling out the territory to see if they could sense the twins exit or if maybe Makoto's siblings were just being really quiet and slightly perverse.

"I think we're good," Makoto said after several full moments of silence.

"I have a boner."

"HARU! I don't want to know that!" All hope of remaining incognito was torn away by Makoto's yelp.

"I'm just telling you so that if you brush up against me or something you don't think I have a flashlight in my pocket. It's just my dick."

"Haru. This information is really not necessary for our venture to the upper floors…"

"I'm aroused. It's natural."

"You're aroused?! Haru! Don't say that!"

"Aren't you? I'm pretty sure your dick was hard. If it wasn't then I'm scared of how big it can be when it's not flaccid, because that thing I brushed against while I kissed you was nothing to be ashamed of."

Makoto was so embarrassed that a third party was added to the fight over blood, brain or dick, now featuring flaming hot face.

"I…don't know what to…Haru! Why were you rubbing against me!" He was crying out in desperation at this point, in vain hope of salvaging a shred or two of self-respect. It wasn't working.

"It felt good."

It's going to be a long night, was the last self-consciousness, apprehensive, and moderately excited thought Makoto had before grabbing Haru's hand and booking it towards the emergency exit stairs.

"Ok. I think this is our room," Makoto said as he brushed his hands over the brail numbers on the plate next to the door, "I can't read brail very well but I took an introductory course to it in case anyone I cared for ever went blind and…"

"Open it up then."

"Ha, yeah, only one way to be sure, I guess."

Reaching for the keycard in his pocket, he fumbled around for the slot in the door.

"Makoto."

"Yes, Haru?"

"The card. It's not going to work."

There was the sound of plastic sliding into metal several times before it dawned on Makoto.

"Shit. The powers out."

"Yep."

"And the lock is electric."

"Yep."

"And it won't work without power."

"Yep."

Several seconds of silence passed as the two boys stood in the hallway outside side of the room that they guessed was theirs, hands at their sides in defeat, one of the four limply holding a plastic keycard, heads bowed and sighing.

One more moment passed before Makoto broke the stillness, a beat later than Haru was expecting.

"But the hallway is dark," he said, and Haru could tell he was smiling again, "pitch dark. I can't even see my hand in front of my face. Where are you standing even?"

Haru jolted as a smoothly callused hand brushed against his shoulder. "I'm…right here..." he began, but quickly cut himself off in hopes that Makoto would continue feeling for him.

"Are you sure that's you?" His voice had become hushed as he continued dancing his fingers up the shoulder seam of Haru's t-shirt, hesitating a little when he got to his neck.

"I…feel skin."

"Makoto."

"Haru."

"I…" Haru's bold and blunt nature from earlier was completely swallowed by the darkness as he realized just how vulnerable he was here with Makoto.

"You want to kiss. You want to taste me, right?"

From anyone else the words would have made him gag, but from Makoto, somehow they made his dick twitch. Maybe it was the way he stated the question, gently, like they were talking about what they were going to do after swim practice. Like he was asking him what kind of sandwich he wanted. It was the same voice he used with Ren and Ran, and his parents, and Haru couldn't believe how much it turned him on to have that gentle, sweet tone deliver something lewd. Vulgar. He wanted Makoto to be vulgar.

"Yeah."

"Then help me find your lips."

Just as Haru's bluntness from earlier that evening was gone, so was Makoto's bashfulness, and apparently his fear of the dark.

"Here," he said as he began walking toward Makoto, his footsteps muffled on the carpeted hallway.