"Fuck," Haru squeaks, "god, oh god, fuck, I,"

Yutaka was not joking when he said he wanted to make Haru come with his mouth. The only reason he's not saying anything about it is because he does not want to miss a drop when it happens and he thinks it's about to.

"Nnnnnn oh god I'm gonna -" His hips buck forward just a little bit in the moment.

Okay that made Yutaka hard enough it's getting even more uncomfortable to be in his trousers so he can pull his cock out and start stroking himself while that's happening. After the last shot he pulls out and looks back up, licking his lips. "You're delicious."

A few beats of just panting, then, "delighted to hear it," then a quizzical glance down.

He's running his hand up and down his own dick lazily, without paying much attention to it, but he's nevertheless visibly glistening. "I can take care of myself," he says, "once I'm done taking care of you. I'm not allowed to come until you're in love with me, am I? Or would you like me to not touch myself, either?" That'd be hot, too.

...who's he kidding, Haru telling him to do or not do literally anything is hot.

"I was just unsure how this could comfortably coexist with not getting off and thought perhaps you'd discarded the instruction but maybe I'm just unversed in the ways of how you're weird."

"If I edge myself I'm going to get so desperate, so, so desperate to come. It aligns the incentives."

"Oh? And once you're incentivized -" He never put on shoes this morning. What if he lifts his right foot a few inches off the ground. "Then what?"

...oh he's in trouble.

"I'll make you come again. Then maybe a third time for luck. Then I'll get on with plan 'sweep Haru off his feet'."

Haru wiggles his toes. "What are the steps of Plan Sweep Haru Off His Feet?"

Yutaka lets go of himself to give Haru space in case Haru wants to do the thing Yutaka would like Haru to do. "Have you read the sonnet?" he asks, starting to brush three fingernails up Haru's calf.

"It's in there but under a sticky note in case you wanna deliver it in person." Haru is not an amazing guesser but he is still guessing.

Haru's foot touching Yutaka's dick is a little bit more stimulating than he'd expected and this moan is completely involuntary.

"Should I stop?"

"N-nooooo," he says, rapid-fire thinking about unsexy things so that he can make sure he is not going to involuntarily come.

"Are you suuuuure?"

He nods many times in quick succession. "Uh huh. I, uh huh. Yeah."

"This is very weird to me," foot continues making guessing motions, "but I suppose you already knew that."

Well the motions that seem to get the most reaction are the ones that press it against Yutaka's stomach, especially if Haru does it a bit too hard and it hurts.

"My radiant sun," he breathes, and goes back to kissing Haru's inner thigh. "I would love to recite to you the sonnet, as well as the new one I didn't have the chance to last time." Because by then he was sure they weren't going to win and it would feel to sad. Also it wasn't totally ready and still kind of isn't, but he can figure it out.

Haru can be encouraged in that direction, if with increasing puzzlement. "Oh good, I hear it's lovely."

He notices the puzzlement and laughs into Haru's skin, then gives Haru's balls a lick. "Haru, my Haru, is it so strange that I want to be owned completely by you and be entirely in your power?"

"Hmmm," that's more of a getting-licked hmm than a thoughtful one, "it's less strange on that level of abstraction and moreso on the level where you enjoy being driven to distraction wanting something you will be spending some amount of time not getting."

"I can try to explain later but right now I want to make you come more times." Here's another lick, all the way up to Haru's tip and ending with playing a little bit with his tongue.

It's almost too soon but not quite too soon, which Yutaka presumably has practice discerning. "Mmmm." If he keeps doing that sort of thing Haru's going to let his foot drop.