He realizes with a start that he can't think of another time he's heard Haruto laugh like that before. He's chuckled, yeah, but he doesn't laugh, really. The sound of it gives him an overwhelming feeling of joy and... yeah he's a hundred percent sure he wants to hear it again. If that's love... Well, it's not the time to think about it, he just enjoys the happiness swelling in his chest and kisses Haruto as hard as he can.

The noises he draws from Haruto with his stroking are almost as thrilling. He pushes down the front of Haruto's underwear and starts to stroke him in earnest. The thing he had wanted the most when fantasizing about Haruto or any of the other people he's fantasized about, was the reality of your actions arousing somebody. Actually getting them off. The fact that it's happening here and now is beyond awesome, in his opinion. Of course, then a hand is on him again and he moans encouragement into the kiss, though to be honest he's so hard and so hot and lost in this whole thing that he's not sure how long he'll last if Haruto actually starts to jerk him off.