He almost forgot, while the pressure of Haruto's body wasn't on him, that this was even real, and not one of the admittedly relatively frequent wet dreams he'd had about Haruto. Together, it's even hotter, but he doesn't care about the heat. He grabs at Haruto's waist, digging his fingers in and steadying himself as he wiggles out of his pants.

When he's finished kicking them off, he kisses back with renewed energy, groaning and biting at Haruto's lower lip... Laughing deep in his throat, because this is so fun and he's still drunk and so in the moment that thoughts of what tomorrow might bring are far from his mind. He tugs at Haruto, then lets go and kisses him gently again, more sweetly.

He's far enough from consequences that he doesn't feel wrong resting his sweaty forehead against Haruto's and speaking against his lips. "You're so hot, Haruto... Damn. I-" he trails off, his fingers trailing down to Haruto's waist and tentatively reaching into his pants. "I wanna..." he doesn't say any more, just unhooks Haruto's pants and reaches in, demanding. He wraps his fingers around Haruto's shaft, wanting more of him.