"Huh, where did the name 'Korea' come from, then?" He opens the door without putting Jaeha down. Maybe he wants to keep carrying Jaeha around. What's it to you.

...uh. Why. "You know, I don't actually know." Uh.

Haru can nudge his hood back off his head hands-free and close the door with one foot and still not put Jaeha down. "A mystery! Maybe I'll look it up when I can read. Thoughts on the bracelet coming off?"

"I guess it can?" At some point in the middle of that flight he stopped feeling as acutely miserable and sorry for himself for some reason, apparently.

"For guiding reasons. It is a prerequisite for all of the other things we could also do for guiding reasons."

"That would follow," he sighs. Well, he doesn't carry the key on his person—and he especially would not carry the key on his person while going on a flight in the middle of the night, what if he lost it—so he can't remove it right now. He might need to be put down. Why is he being carried. He does not understand.

"...I can put you down if you want me to, I'm just, uh, backlashed and no longer policing myself about touching you, so I don't feel like it." The key is over on the nightstand, Haru can go thataway.

He has no idea what to say to that. 

Ba-dum.

Oh, go to hell.

"...okay, never mind!" Haru puts him down. "Sorry about that. Here's your key." He busies himself with unzipping his own coat.

"N-no that was—" Fuck. He accepts the key. "It was fine."

"Mixed messages much?" says Haru, but he shrugs his coat off and sweeps Jaeha off his feet again.

Aaaaaaah. "I think you'll find I sent no messages," because he needs to keep talking so that nobody explodes. Also what happened to being cool and sexy. Probably the same thing that happened to being depressed about his hopeless future, i.e. he got distracted and forgor.

He should actually unlock his bracelet now. That way he can guide Haru and then even if he forgets to talk there'll be less explosion. It'll feel like shit but he's kind of getting used to that again.

Argh stop wasting time one two three bracelet off.

"Oh that's better." Snug. "Sorry, I know it sucks on your end."

"Well, the feeling of guiding is nice. And—I guess if we're fucking now it'll probably get better a lot faster than we'd planned."

"Yeah. If you wanted to - make a habit of going down on me after dungeons and flights that's probably the most efficient -" Haru says, a little tentative.

Okay that. Sounds. Extremely hot. "It would certainly be efficient." Also extremely hot. "I wouldn't be opposed." So hot.

"But take your coat off first, it's ridiculous if you still have your coat on." Haru sits on the bed and releases Jaeha so he can do this.

"Yes, sir." No more coat, and no more gloves either because his hands are a very important component of giving good head, and he can probably just get rid of everything else too and it turns out being horny is a great way to get distracted from the backlash, it doesn't matter if nothing feels good and all of his senses are deadened he can at least get hard.

Haru gets his pants out of the way. And takes off his shirt. "I don't really think of myself as kinky but I'm very susceptible to flattery and I think I'm just parsing 'sir' in that mode here."

"Noted." Normally he'd want, like, to maybe set the mood a bit, ease into it, but nothing has been normal in years and Haru just asked for a blowjob so he's got a job to do and the willingness to get to it with all haste.

The mood is: loneliness wedged aggressively into the touch-starvation mode. That's plenty of mood. Also now there is both of incredible skill and compatibility here and it's a lot and has Haru incoherently babbling and clutching at Jaeha's hair in record time.

Oh that's. That's good. Getting that incredibly sexy and competent man he saw earlier today to go incoherent is one hell of an ego boost. They should've been doing this from the start. 

(lol as if he wouldn't have had a whole minefield of triggers anyway)

Now come for him, Haru.

Yes absolutely.