[Komaeda's shame level actually exists in a subterranean space, a sub basement in his subconscious that he very rarely visits. His fingers twitch just a little at the touch, a smile tugging its way over his lips. That was somehow adorable and devastatingly sexy at the same time.
He shivers now, spreading his legs further apart at that urging with a low, approving murmur. He can feel his stomach tighten in anticipation, each touch of those hands searingly hot against his skin.]
Like this?
[He half purrs the question, his fingertips brushing some of Hinata's hair back from his forehead.]
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He shivers now, spreading his legs further apart at that urging with a low, approving murmur. He can feel his stomach tighten in anticipation, each touch of those hands searingly hot against his skin.]
Like this?
[He half purrs the question, his fingertips brushing some of Hinata's hair back from his forehead.]