Gives a mild groan, panting himself and feeling essentially the same. “Bed, Wall, Couch, or Floor?” Replying in kind with a grind of his own and kissing his hardest, holding Hayato as close as he possibly could. Takeshi was getting into it pretty heavily himself after all.
“Unng,” breaks from the kiss to groan a bit loud into the air. Face flusters and eyes stay closed being utterly embarrassed doing that. Clutches the man like he’d die otherwise. Teeth scraped down Yamamoto’s scar, knowing how he liked it just to rile him for punishment. “W-Wall..”
“Sorry everyone, consumed in a game right now.. OR something. I will get back to you later or tomorrow.”