Rin gets Haru home after probably the most awkward set of goodbyes he's ever experienced, plus one hell of a filthy look from Kisumi that might have just pushed its way into his ongoing top ten, shoving the "you denied him mackerel for a week?!" stare off the list. He doesn't even want to think about the affectionate side squeeze Haru had more than willingly exchanged with Makoto. He doesn't remember the last time he saw Haru so comfortable with anyone. He even gives Kisumi the cold shoulder twenty percent of the time. Not that Kisumi ever pays any mind to that and usually slobbers all over him anyway.
He's not exactly happy with allowing Gou to be escorted out by one of the guys he's accidentally introduced her to from the station, but at least Haru seems pleased to be coming home to an empty house.
"Are you not… tired or anything?" he asks, coaxing Haru out of his thin cardigan and putting that and his loose mac in the closet under the stairs. "Since you… left so early…" he's so awkward, rubbing the back of his neck while Haru just stands there, looking around like their hallway is somehow unfamiliar.
"Uh… no. I napped at Kisi's," well of course he would have. And he's still just standing there.
"You know he hates that nickname," Rin scolds, and dares to slide his hands around Haru's waist. He meets no resistance.
Haru even hooks his own arms around Rin's neck. "But he loves me."
"Not as much as I do," Rin mumbles into his neck, and traces down his jugular with his tongue, kissing into the dip of his collar bone. Haru tilts his head back willingly. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Mm, make-up sex?" Haru's teasing him now, relaxing into him, all his weight dangling from his neck. In their old apartment, Rin would have scooped him up and thrown him across the hall onto their bed, but they have stairs to traverse in this new house before they can start getting frisky.
Because there's no way they're risking the sofa again with Gou's impending return.
He picks him up when they get to the bedroom, Haru's thin frame still just as bony as he's ever been, his muscles tight and light and his limbs wrapping around him so easily as Rin cups at his ass and presses him into the wall for a kiss.
"I really am sorry… he seems nice," he soothes, while Haru's tugging his tee off.
"Yeah. He is. I like him."
Rin nods, hoisting Haru a little hire and walking him over to the bed, laying his back on top of their quilt. He starts to work on both their trousers.
"I think Kisi has a bit of a crush on him," Haru continues, and why is he continuing? They're supposed to be getting down and doing the do.
"Will you suck my dick?" he interjects, because a) he wants his dick sucking, and b) he needs Haru's mouth otherwise occupied.
"Are you not going to pamper me?" Haru teases, raising his hips, and Rin takes the hint to pull his pants off. He takes his shorts down with them, he doesn't want to take his time today.
"I always pamper you, you're so spoiled."
Rin obliges him anyway, because Haru is spoiled, and Rin's glad about it. He knows where all his little buttons are, knows just how to make him melt, knows how to make him scream if he really wants to. But today's not one of those days. Today's a day where he just wants to hear him moan.
"I reckon Makoto would be a pamperer," Haru muses aloud.
Rin adds and shut up to his list of goals.
"You should ask Gou later," he grunts, getting his pants off and lying down on top of him. Hopefully kissing will be enough to distract him. "I bet Kisumi would love that. He's worse than you."
"And how would you know?" Haru's eyebrows narrow, and he traps Rin's cock a little roughly between his legs.
"Oh, jealous, are we?" Rin doesn't intend to sound so smug, and he doesn't want to feel so callous, but Haru kind of deserves it.
And he's apparently gotten the hint, too. "Ah…" he tilts his head to the side. "Sorry…"
Rin gives him a soft kiss, and obvious forgiveness. He's trying to understand. Haru's just a bit excited with his new friend, that's all. Plus, the guy is straight, he dated his sister for crying out loud. He bucks his hips between Haru's legs.
"Am I alright to just…?"
"Lube, Rin… come on," Haru smiles, spreading out and giving Rin more room.
They do this often enough that Haru's usually pretty relaxed. He grabs the bottle off the side, doing an easy sweep and a few little pumps just to get Haru coated, but he's got a bit of a thing for stretching him open with his cock, and Haru only ever allows it when he's feeling guilty over something, so he's gonna make the most of it.
He's careful to nudge Haru's teeth away when he bites down on his shoulder with the pain, distracting him with kisses instead until he's panting. He sort of wants to roll him over and fuck him hard from behind, or get a good view of his ass when he rides him facing outwards, but Haru's kisses are just too addictive, and he loves him just too much to tear himself away.
He's going to cry when he comes, and Haru's going to laugh and kiss all his tears away.