Haru spends half his evening at Kisumi's – they get pizza and watch Free Willy – and the other half pottering around at home. Gou is (conveniently) staying at a friend's, so he has the house to himself to make Rin a nice, light, late night supper, and pretty up their bedroom a bit. Fresh sheets and a sakura candle burning away on the window-ledge are so reminiscent of their early days (trying to air out shared dorm rooms) that he might just make Rin cry.
Rin gets in tired and clingy, shuffling into the lounge and slinking into Haru's lap.
"Long day?" he asks him, helping to peel him out of his thick jacket, and then starts on his belt.
"Just not used to it… not as busy at night," Rin mumbles, resting the side of his cheek on Haru's shoulder, letting him take care of him.
Belt piled on top of the coat, Haru teases the top button of Rin's shirt, waiting for him to lift his chin up just a touch for easier access. He's not stripping him for sex, just to help him get comfortable and relax.
"I made sushi for your supper," he has his shirt off now, Rin wearing just a tank and his trousers, which he gets to work on next. "Do you want a bath?"
"Just shower with me?" Rin suggests, kneeling up to let Haru push his trousers down, and easing each knee up for them to fall from his legs.
He sits back down, straddling Haru, nuzzling right up into his neck. He kisses the skin touching his lips in little tickling pecks, then slowly kisses his way up Haru's throat and down his jaw, till he reaches his chin.
"Hi," Haru deadpans, fingers just ghosting on Rin's hips.
Rin cracks, breaking out into a grin and giving Haru a long kiss. "You're such a dork. I love you."
Haru smiles. "I love you too. Now go for a shower, you're gross."
They reconvene in their bedroom, Haru having brought the sushi in on petal shaped party plates they had left over from their anniversary picnic for a similar meal on their bed. Haru's mostly full, but feeds Rin to his heart's content, with his damp hair splayed all over his lap. He's happy. A little more energised and ready for some food and his fill of Haru, who hasn't been this tender and romantic probably this year.
"I have a shift at the pool in the morning," Haru says softly, stroking Rin's hair. Rin looks up, a picture of disappointment – but it's alright. "But I'm all yours now, and I'll be home at lunch."
Rin sighs, it's not perfect, but it's all he should have expected, realistically. They're still getting all this happy time alone, so who's he to complain? It's his turn to start taking Haru's clothes off. "I'm working midnight-to-nine tomorrow, so I guess that works out pretty well, hmm?"
"So I have to be gentle with you, then?" Haru leans down to kiss Rin, and then they move so they're kneeling facing each other.
Rin's towel flies back to the bathroom and Haru's clothes are flung to the floor with the empty plates as their hungry kisses begin, but Haru doesn't waste too much time getting Rin flat on his back and ducking down between his legs to work him open with his mouth.
Haru keeps his promise to be gentle, kissing and pampering until Rin is just whimpering under him, and sucks him down before he's even gotten inside. Rin pants for a moment while Haru settles on top of him, cock prodding at his receptive ass, and waits till Rin is kissing him again before he ventures forwards.
It's two in the morning before they're ready for bed, and Haru's probably going to regret this when he's starting his shift at eight, but for now they're both fucked out and it's more than worth it, being able to snuggle comfortably into Rin's chest, smothered in each other's limbs.
"I wasn't expecting to see you this morning," Makoto says, honestly just as surprised to see Haru slinking into the café just after the after-work rush. It's probably a rude greeting, but Haru doesn't seem phased.
Kisumi, on the other hand, comes marching out of the kitchen, side stepping Ai, and looks him up and down. Haru freezes at the door.
"Just gonna stand there?" Kisumi asks, aiming for threatening but his face can't hide his smirk.
Haru narrows his eyes, and starts a tentative tiptoe towards his chair next to Makoto. Kisumi smirks more. He makes a point of sitting down without letting anything show on his face. Apparently satisfied, Kisumi turns to the drinks maker to get him some tea, and it's only then that Haru releases his hissed wince.
But Kisumi has super-hearing.
"I thought you'd be with Rin," Makoto continues, deciding to ignore the strange little stand-off they've just had, but catches the last dregs of pain on Haru's face. "Is something wrong? Did you hurt yourself?"
"Uh… no. I'm fine," Haru tries to reassure him. "I was with Rin this afternoon… he's gone to bed now."
Kisumi's chucking. Makoto's confused and Haru is glaring at his back.
"Please tell me you can put two and two together, Mako…" Kisumi whines.
Makoto looks back to Haru far more scrutinising, and it's like a slow motion picture with how the realisation dawns on his face.
"Oh… oh…oh!" his cheeks and ears burn red and Haru just chooses to hide his face down in his arms.
Kisumi delivers his drink, sliding his hand into Haru's hair and squeezing around his shoulders. "Sorry, you two had a nice time, huh?"
Haru just nods where he hides, and Kisumi nudges in to kiss his cheek. He's glad. He's not seen Haru walking like that in months.
"Makoto, give me your hand?" he asks, and though he's confused, Makoto stretches his arm out. Kisumi takes it and settles it on Haru's head. "He loves having his hair played with. Makes him all dopey."
"Do I even want to know how you know?" Makoto doesn't mean to click his tongue, but these two are getting ridiculous now.
"We dated for a while," Kisumi smiles, ducking down to Haru's other cheek.
"A short while," Haru grunts, and Makoto can't quite understand it. He's so open to Kisumi's affection, but seems so resentful at the same time.
"Apparently I have fonder memories than he does. It was six months, Haru-chan."
Haru just grunts, but he's sitting up now, the smallest of fond smiles pointed towards Kisumi. If it's an act… and Makoto doesn't want it all to be an act, then they're losing their touch. He can't understand their relationship at all, and no matter what Haru said about Rin accepting their friendship, he must feel something about it.
It's just minutes to closing when someone comes in, and Kisumi's initial reaction is to frown at them, but he recognises Rin's officer friend from the other day – probably stopping in mid-patrol. The shop is deserted except for Makoto and Haru. Haru's playing a game on Makoto's tablet, leaning towards him to still have his hair played with. They almost look like a couple.
Sousuke orders an expresso to go with an apology – Rin had said he wouldn't mind – and Kisumi just shrugs it off. Waiting for his drink, he looks over at Rin's boyfriend. He's heard about him since he and Rin started having a few hours working together at night during the shift change-overs, but Rin always makes out that he's not that affectionate – a thing he's even complained about.
He certainly looks pretty affectionate now.