Makoto had changed up his outfit multiple times, not satisfied with his appearance. He and Haru had agreed to an experimental date, and Makoto was nervous. Sure, it was just to the movies, but this would be their first date. Makoto blushed. What would Haru dress up in?

Eventually, Makoto decided on wearing a blazer and some slacks. He walked to the theater quickly, intent on being early when meeting Haru there.

He laughed as he realized Haru had the same idea. They both got there at the same time, and Haru was in an almost identical outfit.

"Y-you ready?" Makoto chuckled, scratching the back of his head. Haru nodded.

They got to the ticket booth. "Two tickets for The Boy, please."

"Hey-"

"I'll pay," Makoto insisted. "Don't worry about it." He wanted this to feel like a date, and to some degree, he wanted to pamper Haru.

He couldn't stop Haru from buying them a shared popcorn and drink, but he wouldn't let up on being the perfect gentleman.

Haru wouldn't deny that he enjoyed it. After all this time and torture, he was getting treated so kindly. It was so…Makoto.

Also, choosing a horror movie was so Makoto. He could tell Makoto was quaking in his boot before the movie even started. He tried to give Makoto a comforting smile, but Haru had to admit that for once, he was scared too. He did not enjoy dolls coming to life. The very idea gave him goose bumps.

The movie started and when the doll started moving, Haru looked to Makoto. Makoto was oddly calmer than he was, though he was still scared.

At the next jumpscare, Haru jolted in his seat and instinctively grabbed for Makoto's hand. Makoto gasped softly and turned to Haru. They were suddenly not focused on the movie at all and only on the contact of their fingers. Makoto made the first move, intertwining their fingers together. He squeezed.

"There's nothing to be afraid of, Haru. It's just a movie."

Haru gulped and nodded briefly, turning his head back toward the screen. He didn't let go of Makoto's hand, though.

Dinner was short since both boys were rather hungry. For some reason, just the adrenaline pumping through their veins was enough to go through an entire tub of popcorn, two cheeseburgers, and a tin of fries. Not the most romantic meal, but certainly one of the most satisfying.

Walking back to the apartment, they chatted leisurely though both had other things on his mind.

Makoto was getting more and more sure that his feelings for Haru had been there all along. Luckily, they had all this drama happen otherwise Makoto probably would never have realized or admitted that to himself.

Haru was adorable, grabbing his hand in the theater. Makoto was so focused on that that he hadn't paid attention to the movie at all. All he wanted to do was press kisses to Haru's face and neck, hearing Haru's sighs of pleasure. He had been researching how gay sex worked, and he knew that it required a bit more preparation. Still, Haru probably wasn't ready, so he wasn't going to press the issue.

Haru had bought a tube of lube in the morning, just in case (hidden underneath his pillows). If Makoto showed signs of wanting to…do things, then Haru would be all for it. But he wasn't going to pressure Makoto just for his own selfish reasons.

Haru wanted to please Makoto. That's all he wanted to do.

They entered the apartment, both of them thinking about the same thing and neither wanting to say anything.

"Well," Makoto chuckled. "Good night."

Haru nodded. They inched closer together and Makoto placed a seemingly chaste kiss on Haru's lips. However, behind it was yearning and longing that words couldn't describe.

"Good night," Haru whispered.

They both closed the doors on each other.

Almost immediately, Makoto reopened the door and knocked on Haru's door. Haru opened it at once. "Yes?" he breathed.

"I want to be your boyfriend," Makoto said.

Haru let out a relieved sigh. "Really?"

"Really. And I really want to touch you right now."

Haru waited no longer. He brought Makoto down to his lips, an instant deep kiss. Dragging Makoto in his room, the larger man pinned Haru down to the bed with his arms, not breaking away from him for a second.

They parted for air, a thin string of saliva connecting their lips. Makoto had never seen Haru so needy, and he loved that it was because of him.

They kissed again, and Haru's tongue traced Makoto's lower lips. Makoto tugged at Haru's lips with his teeth, coaxing him to open up. Makoto was surprisingly rough, and Haru was enjoying every moment of it.

Their tongues slid against each other, and Haru was shaking against Makoto. Makoto increased his efforts, stroking every ridge and groove with his tongue. Haru was moaning constantly now, and Makoto wanted to hear more.

"Take it off," he husked, and when Haru was slow to respond, he took matters into his own hands. He pulled Haru's shirt above his head and tugged down his jeans, tossing everything into the corner of the room. "Oh, Haru." He captured a pert nipple with his lips.

"Makoto!" Haru whispered, his fingers threading into Makoto's hair. Makoto was giving the other the same attention with his fingers, twisting and pulling. Makoto kissed down his stomach, and without warning, he licked a stripe up Haru's dick. "M-Mako-" Haru couldn't even finish what he was saying. He threw his head back as Makoto hoisted Haru's legs over his shoulders.

"God, Haru." Makoto didn't care that he had never done this before. Seeing Haru react like that was more than enough fuel to add to the fire.

He sucked at the tip, enjoying how Haru could barely stop his hips from bucking up into Makoto's mouth. He moved his mouth up and down Haru's dick, careful not to take more than he could handle. By the way Haru was mewling, he figured he was doing a decent job.

"I-I-mmm! I'll c-cuuum," Haru whined, gripping at his bedsheets. Makoto felt his cock grow harder, bitter taste and all. He removed his mouth from Haru's cock, and Haru grabbed him hastily, trying to kiss and strip him at the same time. Haru grabbed Makoto's cock and pumped him. Makoto groaned, a low sound in his throat. Haru's cock twitched in interest, but he got straight to business. "I want you inside me," he panted, and Makoto's mouth went dry.

"How-"

Haru answered his question before it was even asked. He brought out some lube from under his pillow, and he stuck his ass in the air. Snatching the tube from Haru, he squeezed a generous amount on his fingers, swallowing down his ball of nerves. He spread the lube around Haru's tan hole, listening to every shuddering breath that Haru made. Hesitantly, he inserted one finger inside Haru. Haru was so warm inside.

He put another in, feeling the hole stretch around his fingers. "M-Makoto's fingers a-are so big, bigger than mine." Makoto held his breath, scissoring his fingers inside. His fingers brushed a bump in Haru that made him see stars. "Right there!"

Makoto enjoyed the way how Haru was so noisy in bed when he was so quiet normally. It was all for him.

Makoto removed his fingers once Haru started pleading for more. He lubed up his cock and spread more over Haru's hole. He pressed the tip to Haru's hole, waiting for Haru's confirmation. At Haru's nod, he pushed in slowly, groaning at the tightness. "Haru," he husked.

"S-so big, Makoto," Haru whimpered, hands fisted in his pillow. Makoto pressed calming kisses down Haru's back and stroked his cock, trying to distract him from the pain. After a few moments, Haru whispered, "Move."

Makoto withdrew slowly, moaning. "You're tight, Haru. Feel so good around me." Haru let out a muffled moan in response, holding onto the pillow. Makoto thrust slowly, determined to make this last as long as possible. It became near impossible when Haru started clenching around him. "If you keep doing that, I won't be able to hold back."

"Then don't."

Makoto broke. He grabbed Haru's hips and slammed into the darkhaired boy. Haru yelped as Makoto pounded into him. Makoto was moaning his name, and Haru had never been harder in his life. He didn't even have to move, Makoto was practically pulling Haru onto his cock.

What he didn't expect was for Makoto to reach around and stroke Haru's cock. "M-Makoto! So good!" Makoto could only growl in Haru's ear, hips slapping against Haru's firm ass.

Haru felt pleasure pool up in his abdomen, and he mewled. "Makoto, close, please-" that was all he could choke out before practically going limp.

Makoto increased the pace of his thrusts, his breaths heavy and labored. "God, Haru. Me too, I-" He bit down onto Haru's shoulder as he spurted cum into him, hand not slowing down for a second.

Haru cried out as he came, a final twist of Makoto's wrist doing it for him. He released all over the bed. Makoto's slowly pumping hips made lewd noises, wet and slippery.

Makoto's release was inside him.

Makoto gingerly lifted himself off Haru and rolled to the other side of the bed. Haru scooted closer to Makoto shyly, but Makoto just gathered Haru into his arms.

Haru smiled softly. "Boyfriend, huh?"

Makoto kissed Haru's sweaty forehead. "Are you all right? I…I can be a bit much sometimes."

Haru shook his head. "It felt so good." He kissed Makoto's lips. "I love you."

Makoto paused. "I think…I love you too." He returned the kiss and deepened it, teeth clashing. "I'm so happy you're in my life."

Haru breathed out. "I'm so glad it's not a secret anymore."

Makoto beamed at him. "Me too."

that's the end! horny and corny.

Hope you enjoyed :3

~mocha