Hayato smiled a bit and wrapped his arms around Ryuutaro's chest. The younger boy no longer needed him to guide his hips, he had the rhythm on his own now, which made it easier for Hayato to finally start to move himself.

"Ryuutaro...I lo- I lo... I love you... I... I love you..."

The teen could finally feel himself approaching his climax, his thrusts became faster, his breaths got shorter, and his grips on Ryuutaro got tighter.

"R-Ryuutaro..."