[Hinata looks down at him, watching as his expression changes when Hinata touches him, tightening his fingers gently in response. His thumb swipes across the tip, smearing liquid, marveling at how hard he is, just from kissing and being close.
It doesn't need to be much more than that sometimes, though, he admits. Just a glance from Komaeda sometimes, a brush of him as they walk next or past one another and he... sometimes...]
How would be better? [Last time, Komaeda urged him into saying what he wanted. As much as it makes his heart flip to hear it in turn, he still wants to.] What do you want, Nagito...?
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It doesn't need to be much more than that sometimes, though, he admits. Just a glance from Komaeda sometimes, a brush of him as they walk next or past one another and he... sometimes...]
How would be better? [Last time, Komaeda urged him into saying what he wanted. As much as it makes his heart flip to hear it in turn, he still wants to.] What do you want, Nagito...?