Makoto didn't answer, too caught up in the moment to bother with smiling. It's not like Haru could see it, anyway.

Instead, he squatted over the other, rubbing his crotch all over Haru's clothed and unclothed skin. It was rough and uncomfortable, and that turned him on even more. He had just made Haru cum, his best friend of however many years and now that friend was asking him to do him.

"Haru…Fuck…." Makoto whispered, breath husky and ragged like a serrated knife, "you…are you serious?" he said, pausing his dirty grinding.

I'm actually humping him.

The thought turned him on so much. Thoughts turned him on a lot, actually, but not as much as acts of service. Yes, Makoto had taken one of the thousands of online quizzes about what his love language was.

"Your result: Acts of Service is your primary love language! Click here for your full profile."

And Makoto had clicked on it and somehow had gotten a stupid virus on his stupid computer and had to take it to Rei to fix after restarting it didn't do anything. Surprisingly, Rei was unphased when he traced the Trojan (could that be foreshadowing?) back to and had simply admonished Makoto for going to a site who's hyperlink ended in a .bitly. He was incredibly polite, as Makoto was his senpai, technically, although he never really thought of him as that.

"Why would I waste my breath on lying, Mako."

"You wouldn't. I just want to be sure, because I care about you."

"That's it? Don't you love me?"

Makoto had to stop himself from responding too quickly. He loved Haru, of course. As a friend. He'd made sure to get Haru out of the bathtub so he wouldn't be late/entirely miss school. He texted him most nights to make sure that everything was ok at the house and that Haru wasn't too lonely or in need of another body in the house. And when Haru said no, like he did most nights, Makoto quietly jacked off in his own bed, sometimes the shower, with thoughts of his best friend running through his mind.

But maybe that made them a little more than friends. At least, to Makoto it did.

Loving him though? Did he really…love him?

"You're hard."

Haru's words brought him back to reality. They also reminded him of how oblivious his best friend could be since he'd been semi-hard since before dinner. Have an erection that lasts more than four hours? Don't call your doctor, just blame Haruka Nanaese.

"…Yeah," he laughed nervously, "I…guess…I think I'm turned on…like…", he ground over Haru harder, "…like…a lot…"

"I know."

Makoto swallowed, not out of fear but out of bravery. "I do, Haru. I…love you...I…I've always loved you, Haru!"

And I don't care how sappy I'm being right now.

Because it's always been you.

Can the past be the future, too?

"Makoto."

"Can…we do it?" He was shaking he was so overwhelmed. "I can't think of a better way to express my feelings for you," he paused, controlling his breathing, "I know it sounds silly—"

"It doesn't. Makoto, please, show me how much you love me and fuck the shit out of me. Till I can't walk. Cause I love you too, and I never want to forget this night."

"Or any of the ones that come after it."

"Yeah. Not those either."

"Let's get going then. Any preference on how we begin?"

"Just one thing. I only fuck Free."

"Got it." Makoto whispered, nipping his ear and dipping his fingers in the crevices of Haru's waist, only seconds away from…

Author's Note: This is is. This is the end. It got pretty weird, right? Thanks to everyone who stuck around. So long, and thanks for all the fish!