Ryuutaro was glad that his brain was reduced to rather basic functions right now. (Sometime when he'd had too much time he'd figured that that most likely served to not make people question the, well... raw nature of all this.) All it told him was 'feeling good' and that was more than okay.
He in- and exhaled slowly, catching his breath a bit. In the more or less comfortable position they were in he let his fingers travel over Hayato's arms lightly.

He wanted to say something, but then he stayed silent after all. There wasn't anything worth being spoken on his part. He was still pretty hot and exhausted at the same time and it probably wasn't the perfect time for conversation at all.