While this should technically be the most uncomfortable position in the world, it miraculously it wasn't. Not after a little while at least.
While at first the feeling was foreign and awkward, quickly it became very much pleasurable.
Ryuutaro gripped Hayato's hand tightly, holding onto it for dear life. So many feelings were floating through his mind and body, he couldn't tell up from down anymore. But that was alright. He didn't need to know these things right now.
Right now Ryuutaro was reduced to a shivering mess of moans and sighs, occasionally just whispering his boyfriend's name without really meaning to.
For the most part he was acting passive, letting Hayato have his way with him.
Had he been able to think coherently he might have made a mental note to start learning Italian sometime. But he wasn't.
The only thing he really knew was that he wanted him closer. Not even the things he had considered 'too close' before were close enough right now.