"Is that a promise? Mmm..." Bast met his kiss head on, parting his lips as was demanded of him by Haru's tongue. Their tongues coiled around each other in some erotic sort of dance, which had Bast's head spinning already. His fingers came up to bury themselves in Haru's purple-black hair, and his hips literally came off the bed as Haru took a hold of him in his hand. "Ugh," he breathed a moan against Haru's lips, his other hand lazily wandering over the silky smooth skin of the other man's arm and down his back, mapping out his body. If he wanted to drive him crazy, well, he was doing a damn good job of it. Now, Bast didn't really consider himself a screamer or all that much a terribly vocal person while in bed, but there was something about how hot Haru was that made Bast unable to stop moaning and whimpering as Haru stroked him in exactly the way Bast wanted. How he knew to do that Bast would never know, but he was already putty in his hands, hips lifting to meet his strokes and so eager for more already.