...huh? "What are you doing?"

"Condom."

"...why?"

"Yesterday you—"

"I didn't get raped," he says, understanding dawning on him. "Or fuck anyone." Understandable mistake, though.

He pauses and turns to look at Towa again. "Really?"

"Why would I lie?" he says, impatiently. He's stopped playing with himself to watch Ryō and now it's his erection that's flagging. "Just fuck me."

"You have such a way with words."

He rolls his eye but then positions himself to give Ryō a view again.

"Please hurry," he begs, voice rising in pitch again as he slides one hand down his stomach with the palm against his skin to press his erection forward and up between his middle and ring fingers. "Please Ryō, I need you, there's nothing else I need more than you. Please."

"You've got me all figured out, huh?" he says, trying to pull himself up into his armour. The effect is rather ruined by how he's rock hard and twitching.

"Please," Towa whines, squeezing his eye shut then wetting his lips and swallowing hard. "I just, please hurry..."

Ryō cannot, actually, resist. Not when Towa turns the full might of his acting skills on him, not when he knows exactly what to say to get to Ryō, not when despite knowing that it's an act Ryō also knows that it's true and that Towa really is actually aching for him, desiring him, wanting him...

He's on top of Towa kissing him within a second, pressing their bodies together and pinning Towa against the mattress once more.

There's a buzzing sound.

Not now, they're busy.

The buzzing sound does not care.

Ryō growls and looks up for the source of the noise.

"Your phone," says Towa, pointing, sounding just as frustrated.

"I cancelled everything—"

He cuts himself off when he looks at the caller ID.

"Fujieda Law Office."

"...hello?"

They hang up.

"...who?"