Ryuutaro's breath got caught in his throat for a moment. He didn't know why, but every time Hayato got closer to him this way he felt himself almost surprised even if he knew exactly what was coming and what it felt like.
There should be a moment of getting used to being this intimate, but Ryuutaro had not really gotten to that point yet, at least not fully.
While it felt strange everytime, Ryuutaro was a lot more comfortable with this kind of closeness by now. He knew it was extremely pleasant to say the least and that in the end he did want to be this close...

Settling on a way of breathing that consisted of small gasps but was still stable took a few seconds in which he was thankful for the walls existence, but when he had found stability again and was able to deal with the sudden sensations, Ryuutaro moved his hands from their previous locations to the collar of Hayato's shirt, fumbling with the buttons. Hayato was always so fast with undressing him, it wasn't fair.