[Hinata braces himself with his hand pressing on Komaeda's shoulder, the other still holding at himself. His breaths are panting, uneven, as he pushes slowly, just letting the tip nudge inside of him. He stops, looking down at Komaeda, the pale line of his back and how he's propped up on his knees now.]
Perfect. [He probably isn't even aware he's saying it, his voice a dazed murmur as he slowly presses inside, his eyes fluttering shut for a long moment as he sinks in. Slow... don't go too fast, he tells himself, just like this.]
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Perfect. [He probably isn't even aware he's saying it, his voice a dazed murmur as he slowly presses inside, his eyes fluttering shut for a long moment as he sinks in. Slow... don't go too fast, he tells himself, just like this.]
Nagito...