It's all fine? Did he mean...? Did he want...? Hayato leans in a bit closer, going woth the pull of Ryuutaro's hands. His voice is a hushed whisper, and his breath still hot.

"y-you mean... you want this too?"

He brings a hand to Ryuutaro's cheek and strokes it with his thumb, gazing into his eyes for any sign of hesitation.

"Are you sure you're ready?"