If his mouth wasn't already occupied, Hayato would be smiling something special. For as long as he was like this he could simply forget all his problems and fears. As long as he was wrapped around this warm, sweet, soft little body, everything was okay.

While he wasn't planning on going too far with this, Hayato slipped his hand into Ryuutaro's yukata, running it over his ribcage and stomach, and even wandering up to his chest and neck. He could really never get enough when it came to touching his lover.