[Now, what's he supposed to do with that arched neck except kiss along it? His lips catch at skin gently and he peeks up toward Komaeda's face, smiling at his hum, at his smile.
His hand slides down to the hem of his shirt, toying with it, fingers grazing the warm skin hidden below.]
Even if I haven't actually done that? [Hinata laughs into his neck and presses a kiss at the base of his throat, pushing his nose against the bump of his collarbone, there even through the material of his shirt. He breathes in, slowly, eyes closing.]
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His hand slides down to the hem of his shirt, toying with it, fingers grazing the warm skin hidden below.]
Even if I haven't actually done that? [Hinata laughs into his neck and presses a kiss at the base of his throat, pushing his nose against the bump of his collarbone, there even through the material of his shirt. He breathes in, slowly, eyes closing.]