Haru gave a strained sigh, and there was a moment of thick silence as Rin tried to figure out what happened.

And when he finally wrapped his brain around it, his lips curled up into an uncontrollable shit-eating grin as Haru stared back in horror before burying his face into his hands.

"Did you just…?"

"Shut up Rin, shut the fuck up."

Rin straightened up, licking his lips, unprepared for the slight blush that spread across Haru's ears and cheeks and nose.

"Your pants are still on," he pointed out. Jeans were halfway down shaking thighs, boxers still in place. If Rin was anyone else, he would probably laugh uncomfortably in second-hand embarrassment. But no, this was Haru who was cowering behind trembling fingers. This was perfect.

"You came. First. I can't believe I'm happy you came first." Haru sat up and made a motion to hit Rin, who counterattacked with a stroke to the patch of skin between his jeans and boxers. Haru went down for the count.

"I'm not talking to you anymore."

"But you loved it, didn't you," Rin leered. Haru huffed back. "You know I'll just try to make you talk. In other ways."

Haru really tried to ignore the fingers trailing the skin of his inner thighs, not-so-innocent touches along still-sensitive nerves. Really, he did. But Rin always had a way capturing his attention, under water and out.

"Hnnn…!" Pressure against the thin material of boxers made him squirm into the bed sheets, and Haru mentally dug a bigger hole for himself. Rin fingered the growing wet spot harshly, watching on in curious fascination, trying to pull out more stubborn reactions.

"Say something." He bent over to mouth at cotton, surrounding Haru in an even hotter heat. Haru promptly covered his traitorous mouth as his back arched off the bed. Rin was having way too much fun with him.

"…Oh, that was really cute," Rin mumbled against him. "I barely touched you."

"I know, okay, I know! You were just… breathing on it a-and I-…it was really hot…" Haru bit his tongue before more embarrassment could escape. Rin was doing more than just breathing now, hands up Haru's shirt, tracing muscles and ribs.

Rin felt himself tense at this small success. Getting Haru to speak was a sweet victory in itself.

Haru could barely breathe with Rin's lips trying to meld to the barrier separating them. He looked down in concern when Rin moved away and began nipping the skin above the line of elastic. Jeans pooled down to below his knees, and his shirt was bunched up indecently high. The mix of hot and cold stirred his senses into a frenzy.

"Oh god, what are you doing now," Haru cringed as Rin slurped obnoxiously loud.

"I'm getting you hard again, obviously. So you can come again. Properly."

Haru didn't know what Rin's definition of properly was if he was still sucking him through cloth. He hoped it didn't involve keeping his boxers on, they were getting pretty uncomfortable.

RIn finally detached himself momentarily to ease Haru out of his jeans. He settled between quivering legs so his mouth was level with Haru's ear.

"I'm going to make you come second. And third and fourth and fifth. You are going to love this race." He disappeared downward and Haru swallowed.

Now was a good time to fear for his life.

named after the song that kept me awake while writing! finished it, fell asleep, and was late to school, haha i'm terrible.