In Waiting
He can tell when Haru is starting to become restless, a small twitch in the muscles of his thighs and back that gives him away, and Rin smiles at the restraint Haru is showing just for him. Rin gently moves his hand through Haru’s hair and presses a kiss against his forehead.
“You can move now,” he says and rocks his hips against Haru’s, groaning as the cock inside of him shifts.
He grunts when Rin rolls his hips against him, making his cock slip inside him even deeper. Nodding at his words, Haruka doesn’t waste any time before moving, though his pace is still slower than before. Every time he thrusts in, he bottoms out and holds that position for a second, sometimes two, then pulls back out and thrusts in all over again, wanting Rin to go mad from pleasure.















