[A smile edges over Hinata's face as he tightens his fingers around Komaeda, just for a moment. He slides his slick hand along him, fascinated by how he's still hard, pleased, because he didn't want the night to end just like that. He lifts up slowly, sliding his wet hand away from him so that he can grip the blankets, crawl up to Komaeda proper.
Leaning in, he presses their lips together wordlessly, hoping that this'll do the trick, tell Komaeda how much he wants him too. He bites down on his lower lip briefly, sucks, before pushing his tongue along the seam of his lips.
His other hand is stretching out, groping blindly for the bedside table.]
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Leaning in, he presses their lips together wordlessly, hoping that this'll do the trick, tell Komaeda how much he wants him too. He bites down on his lower lip briefly, sucks, before pushing his tongue along the seam of his lips.
His other hand is stretching out, groping blindly for the bedside table.]