More passionate than what Ryuutaro had planned, but he was not going to complain. For now Hayato could have this his way, he didn't mind in the slightest.
As soon as Hayato finally deepened the kiss for real, one of his hands found it's way into Hayato's hair, loosely tangling up there, the other just rested around his boyfriend's waist.

Lazily he wondered how many times they had or rather would kiss on this spot, in this apartment, but then again it didn't really matter at all. He was really happy right now.