[Hinata arches slightly wherever Komaeda's fingers touch, huffing quiet sounds of approval into his lips as he does touch, his shoulders arching, his hand gripping at Komaeda's hips. His other hand finds what he needs on the bedside table and he huffs quietly in victory into the kiss before drawing back, tube in hand.]
Hey... would you roll over on your stomach for me?
[He looks a little sheepish after he asks it, but there's an eager light in his eyes, his fingers flexing around the lube.]
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Hey... would you roll over on your stomach for me?
[He looks a little sheepish after he asks it, but there's an eager light in his eyes, his fingers flexing around the lube.]