[the comments and gentle touch, as always, catch him off guard in a most delightful way; it's exhausting, to be Rin Matsuoka, frankly. truly, he spends such a huge amount of time privately wishing and hoping and longing for a kind of unbiased, unconditional love. it shouldn't be this easy to get, is what his experiences growing up have taught him; but here he is again, cheeks growing red and eyes growing shifty. a pout forms on his lips (though the corners of his mouth always twitch, in this circumstances, like any moment a smile will disrupt his put-upon face)]

[as he's jostled beneath his boyfriend, Rin's hands catch on the planes of Makoto's chest, taut for all the aloofness he's trying to portray (as if Makoto can't see through that kind of thing instantly, by now)]

-- You don't have to thank your boyfriend for coming over, that's stupid, of course I'll, always come, to you... [wait, that was way too vulnerable] A-and don't offer things that'll just embarrass you to do! What if I said yes, huh?

["aggravating" doesn't begin to cover what Rin feels about Makoto]

[and the annoying kisses to his forehead are dismissed, in favour of pulling Makoto into a few deep, truly happy-frustrated kisses]