[It always takes Komaeda's breath away when Hinata looks at him like that. He may not embarrass easily over most things, but now he can't quite help but blush -- faintly -- as he manages to keep from shutting his eyes. He doesn't want to.
He wants to watch, to see everything, as those lips wrap around his cock. Even just that has him whimpering, a hand lifting to press against his mouth like he can somehow contain the sounds.
Not that he really worries about being overheard, so why other. So instead he moves to stretch his arms over his head, back arching as that mouth is wrapped around him once more.] O-ooh. Like that is perfect too.
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He wants to watch, to see everything, as those lips wrap around his cock. Even just that has him whimpering, a hand lifting to press against his mouth like he can somehow contain the sounds.
Not that he really worries about being overheard, so why other. So instead he moves to stretch his arms over his head, back arching as that mouth is wrapped around him once more.] O-ooh. Like that is perfect too.