Haru anchors himself with a tentative grip on Yutaka's hair, and then overbalances slightly when he tries to help too much with the pants-removal and pulls harder by accident to stabilize. "Aaaah sorry -"

Well that gets a startled but unambiguous moan out of Yutaka, actually. "Fuck that was hot."

"O-oh." His hand tightens again, in that case, and he draws Yutaka's face back to what it was doing. "Gotcha."

"Nnng," he moans again but now Haru's sufficiently undressed that he is quite literally in Yutaka's hands. "Not tiny at all," he murmurs into Haru's skin before biting softly into it.

Haru whines and shivers and leans into everything Yutaka is doing. "Fuck. Fuck, oh god."

Yutaka pulls his legs back and gets on his knees (again minimising the time spent with his lips not on Haru's skin) so that he can get out of his trousers. The position is awkward but the desire is strong, and soon enough he's entirely naked and his legs are wrapped around Haru's body. "It's a double echo," he says, his lips always close, peppering Haru's skin with kisses and licks and nibbles. "I'm recreating the first time we did this," kiss, "and the first time we did this we were recreating the first time we had phone sex... It was so hot."

"We had ph- oh like that yes -"

"Yeah. ...did I forget to tell you that? How the hell did I—oh. That was... right after Iemasa visited the first time."

"You'd mentioned that you telepathied me during a private moment and that you called and we had the argument but not that you... called back again after you rewound."

"...I did." Yutaka's breathing and heartrate were not the most even but the way they're speeding up and getting uneven now is altogether different.

Haru's hand drops out of Yutaka's hair. "You don't need to have an entire crisis about this if that's the only omission but it's in the short term kind of killing the mood."

"I didn't omit it on purpose? So I don't know if it's the only one? I don't have a list of all things I forgot to mention because definitionally I forgot them, I—" Yutaka's completely frozen and it seems like he is once again having to manually control his breathing. "I wasn't, I, I realise it looks really bad, I—" His mood seems to have been altogether murdered, too, though.

"Did it not seem important because it was - not why you rewound?" Haru guesses. He hugs his knees, which will dislodge any forgotten Yutaka arms in any moodkilled locations. "Just the next thing to do from the time in which you found yourself."

"Yeah. I—that, yeah. The, I—thought you were going to—I already explained it. I. Yeah. I, I'm sorry—"

Haru sighs. Where have his pants gone, being naked is now more chilly than exciting.

They're over there next to the tub, which is now more than half full.

He turns off the water. He picks up his pants and steps into them, leaning on the tub to do so.

Now Yutaka is the one who's hugging his knees. He buries his face in them, too, and—fails to not hyperventilate.

"You kind of look like you are having an unauthorized crisis."

He stops hyperventilating, but it seems like the way he does that is by not breathing at all. He does not in any event look up. "I don't know how to not," he gets the breath to say.

Haru's pants are back on. He sits beside Yutaka and puts an arm over him.

He flinches away from Haru's touch, then freezes again.

"- should I not -"

"I, I, I—" He swallows. "I'm yours to do with as you please. Sorry, I didn't mean to—"

"I don't actually know how to do with you as I please if telling you that this is not the time to have a crisis doesn't make the crisis not happen, help me out here, what's wrong."