"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.

That's entirely fine because goal number one here is getting Haru off. "Want me to keep doing this or would you like me to show you more things you enjoy?"

"Choices, choices. I assume there's at least one thing you are presently not able to show me without breaking some rules."

He can keep licking and kissing and lightly sucking on Haru while he talks. "But there are quite a lot of other things I am."

"Quite a lot, you say. Well, here I am waiting to be wowed. Pick something wowful."

He can do that.

Some time later Haru lounges bonelessly on his human pillow, giggling intermittently.

And his human pillow is somewhat unbearably smug about this.

It's cute.

Haru eventually manages to locate enough bones to grab his notebook and start peeking under sticky notes and making annotations.

Yutaka can wait until there's a lull in that and/or Haru wants something from him, then, whichever happens first.

Eventually Haru has read, not all of the notebook but all the high level summaries and everything in them that was hiding under sticky notes and enough spot-checking of the more detailed stuff that he's done for now. He closes it again.

Yutaka kisses the top of his head. "All done?"

"I'll probably look up individual things but I am generally up to speed, I think."

"Then should I move on with seducing you, my radiant sun?"

"...sure. Do you have like a whole agenda for this?"

"Of course! Although I suppose I don't know how much you will have been spoiled about yourself from your notes."

"I steered myself towards, like, strategically and emotionally important things and not details like specific date itineraries."

Specific date itineraries. Haru is so funny.

On the one hand, Yutaka feels like he shouldn't be glad that Haru currently has such a low bar. On the other, if this is going to happen a lot—

—he should probably make a sport of raising Haru's bar every time.

"Then let's go for a walk in the park."

"Okay." He's got shoes around here somewhere.

So does Yutaka.

Something that might not have been obvious to Haru given the context of the past couple of hours is that Yutaka is interesting.

Actually, let him clarify that. 

Yutaka is interesting to Haru. He has made himself so. He's turned being interesting to Haru in particular into a science. He can talk about Twain and about epidemiology and about epistemology and about the most recent studies on the effect of unconditional cash transfers and...

...well, and of course, Haru himself. He's endlessly interested in the contents of Haru's mind, in everything Haru's thinking and feeling, all of his opinions and sarcastic quips.

He likes Haru.

Haru's notes to self that he's gotten around to so far included the "skip the histories" tidbit, so this is not astounding, but it's fun. He can let himself go on weird tangents with his parents, but they're full of black boxes that the parents don't care to unpack, labeled and bounced off of; he can talk about interesting topics, sometimes, some of them, with people from school - sometimes, some of them - but then he has to be watching his mannerisms because he is not, really, all that assimilated into Japanese culture, so it's weirdly circumscribed from the other direction, and this is just -

- well, his other half, he guesses -