Helpful hands assisted the cobalt-locked in the removal of his jacket, sliding it off Masato's broad shoulders and onto the floor with ease. His own fingers were at work on loosening his tie, pulling at the knot quickly and threw it aside. Haruka bit her lip and utilized her fingers in un-tucking his dress shirt from his trousers, lifting the fabric high enough so she could touch his hot skin - a grunt of approval passed Masato's fine lips.

He guided her onto her back and placed his hands on either side of her head, fingers brushing against strands of tangerine hair. His eyes found hers and a mild grin split his lips.

"Finally,"

Masato breathed, looming in an inch or two closer to her mouth. His hips did not dare make contact with her; at least, not yet. He tilted his head to the side a fraction, sweet breath fanning Haruka's flushed cheeks.

"we can be together."

Her arms, which were on the inside of Masato's shirt slipped out in retreat, only to be caught by his rough grip and hoisted above her head. Her lips pressed a thin line and a slight sound hummed soundly behind them. Grinning like the devil, Masato leaned in on her mouth, protruding his tongue out to lick her closed lips for a fraction of a second before tugging on her lip with his teeth.

Haruka breathed out sharply in surprise, lips parting; the opportunity presented itself, so Masato swooped in and claimed her mouth as his own. Her chest heaved the deeper he kissed her; her skin burned hot to the touch and his chilled fingertips made scorch marks on her flesh.

She parted her mouth against his and deepened their kiss even more. They wanted to fill the other up with themselves, make sure all that was left of them was the imprints they would make on each other's skin, burning into the other's memory who they really belonged to.

Masato's lips left hers to kiss down her neck, over her collarbone, and down to where her cleavage posed at the top of her button-up shirt. He bit little nips at that valley of cleavage before his fingers begun to slip buttons out of their respective holes, kissing as he did so, all the way down until there were no more buttons to pull.

Haruka mumbled his name; growing embarrassed, she lifted her arms to shield her face and groaned softly when he licked around the jean line of her pants. The way the air hit her now wet skin made her shiver and arouse goosebumps.

"Don't be shy now, love."

Masato pressed a kiss to her temple, pushing her arms from her blushing face.

"I'll be seeing a lot more than just this in a moment."