[Rin wasn't sure where he'd been with Haru. Where his action would take them. He didn't know any of that and right now, he wasn't focused on it. The only haze of that interaction left in his mind now was that he would like to return to it sometime. He'd be left to sort out his sure to be clusterfuck of emotions later.
When Haru's forehead met Rin's shoulder the redhead's fingers finally found their way into his hair. The touches were tentative, only daring to tangle with the hair at the base of his neck. Rin didn't even realize he was doing it, and so when Sousuke disconnected them there wasn't any protest.
He'd never meant to hurt his friend, and he'd almost begun an apology before Sousuke took him in his arm and pressed in for a kiss. Rin had never quite stopped blushing, and the depth of the taller boy's kiss only made it worse. He wasn't quite sure how to respond, only that he wanted to. Rin met each movement of Sousuke's lips with his own.
There was a warmth here too, but it was nothing like the fire that ignited within him when he was with Haru. This was much more akin to the feeling of the warmth one seeks in wintertime. It was safe. Any tension, a result of embarrassment or otherwise, began to melt from his body. Rin's hands were awkwardly raised between them, but soon his fingers found themselves latching onto any fabric beneath them.]
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When Haru's forehead met Rin's shoulder the redhead's fingers finally found their way into his hair. The touches were tentative, only daring to tangle with the hair at the base of his neck. Rin didn't even realize he was doing it, and so when Sousuke disconnected them there wasn't any protest.
He'd never meant to hurt his friend, and he'd almost begun an apology before Sousuke took him in his arm and pressed in for a kiss. Rin had never quite stopped blushing, and the depth of the taller boy's kiss only made it worse. He wasn't quite sure how to respond, only that he wanted to. Rin met each movement of Sousuke's lips with his own.
There was a warmth here too, but it was nothing like the fire that ignited within him when he was with Haru. This was much more akin to the feeling of the warmth one seeks in wintertime. It was safe. Any tension, a result of embarrassment or otherwise, began to melt from his body. Rin's hands were awkwardly raised between them, but soon his fingers found themselves latching onto any fabric beneath them.]