[Hinata feels the touch of it, the ticklish slide of the chain over his skin and he feels his cheeks warming to know Komaeda's drawing it free, touching it. That's right. They match. Of course they would-- he wanted to make that promise too and even if he's wearing it like this, it doesn't change what he feels.
He slides one of his hands up, thumbing at the point of Komaeda's hip, slipping his fingers under the hem of his shirt. It's just a graze of fingers to the skin of his stomach, ever so light, but it's a good indicator that Hinata wants more, wants to be even closer to him.
Hinata'd hoped for something like this. Not that he's not always happy to touch his boyfriend, but today is... especially special.]
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He slides one of his hands up, thumbing at the point of Komaeda's hip, slipping his fingers under the hem of his shirt. It's just a graze of fingers to the skin of his stomach, ever so light, but it's a good indicator that Hinata wants more, wants to be even closer to him.
Hinata'd hoped for something like this. Not that he's not always happy to touch his boyfriend, but today is... especially special.]