"Yeah, nuclear winter is a lot chillier than dinoland," Haruto agrees, and raises his eyebrows as Nitoh turns around.

"Hmmm... our reservation is at six, so not long at all," he says, finally, genuine regret in his voice. He leans forward in Nitoh's grip to kiss him slowly for half a minute, long enough to be clear without, well, inciting boners. They'd miss dinner for sure.

"Come on," he says, pulling back, and offers Nitoh his upturned palm. He shifts on his toes, nervously.