Jirou and Haru exited the restaurant, walking out into the hallway. Instead of sitting down, Jirou just turned to the director with a small smile.

"I've already spent enough time with you to know you're fine, so I guess we can just hang out here for a bit." He said.

Haru nodded, and was silent for a moment before a small smirk grew on his face. "Since we're alone, why just stand around? Let's kill some time." He stepped forward, backing Jirou up against the wall and placing his hands on it on either side of the boy's head.

Jirou felt his face heat up immediately- he knew that look.

Haru leaned in, and their lips connected, bodies pressed up against each other. Jirou quickly gave in, melting in his lover's embrace and kissing back full force. His hands traveled up to the taller boy's hair, becoming tangled in his soft black locks.

Soon, they separated, both slightly panting from the lack of oxygen. "W-we can't." Jirou muttered, "they might hear, o-or come out of the room..."

"So what? They're gonna find out eventually." Haru responded, "we are literally trapped with these people."

"You're right, but..." Jirou trailed off, eyes focussing on the attractive face in front of him. Haru's unique yellow eyes had a definite charm, his jawline was defined, and his black hair- now messy- falling in strands over his face...

"Oh, screw it!" Jirou hissed to himself, lunging at his secret boyfriend, pulling him into another kiss, this one more heated than the last. Haru's hands started moving down his body, leaving warm sparks to course through Jirou at every touch.

His hands stopped at the silver haired boy's hips, and as they kissed, Haru grinded against him. Jirou let out a small moan into the other's mouth, the friction just felt amazing.

Haru pulled away from Jirou, only to start leaving a trail of kisses down the other's neck. He nipped a spot just above his collarbone, knowing that's where Jirou was the most sensitive.

The smaller boy bit back a moan, turning into a panting mess. "H-Haru... please..."

Haru leaned in close to his ear, and whispered, "please what~?"

"D-dammit Haru, j-just fuck me already!"

That's when Haru stepped back, a playful smirk on his face. "Oh, but they might hear us." He stated, throwing Jirou's words back at him. "I guess we should go back inside."

"I hate you." Jirou muttered, before Haru ruffled his hair.

"We can finish up later tonight."

And so, with a slightly frustrated sigh, Jirou headed back inside.