[Hinata slips his hand slowly under the hem of Komaeda's shirt, touching, stroking his fingers along his back, up the faint line of his spine. His head turns slightly, a murmur of approval leaving him when Komaeda kisses his forehead.]
I'm thinking about it, though. [Sweeping Komaeda off his feet, carrying him to the bed... could he get any more embarrassing, he thinks that would actually be the pinnacle.]
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[Hinata slips his hand slowly under the hem of Komaeda's shirt, touching, stroking his fingers along his back, up the faint line of his spine. His head turns slightly, a murmur of approval leaving him when Komaeda kisses his forehead.]
I'm thinking about it, though. [Sweeping Komaeda off his feet, carrying him to the bed... could he get any more embarrassing, he thinks that would actually be the pinnacle.]