[Komaeda tightens his hand around himself now, stroking insistently now, whimpering softly at what Hinata says, at how his hands feel. His back arches beneath that light touch moving over his back, the faint pressure of nails.
It's nice, even that little sting.] Mmm... Hajime...
[His head falls forward, panting softly, moaning, not really paying much attention to how loud he might be. It's just them, after all. It's terribly nice that it's just them. Hips rock back deliberately, urging Hinata on.] What about you? You should feel good too. [Komaeda is perilously close between Hinata's touch and his own.]
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It's nice, even that little sting.] Mmm... Hajime...
[His head falls forward, panting softly, moaning, not really paying much attention to how loud he might be. It's just them, after all. It's terribly nice that it's just them. Hips rock back deliberately, urging Hinata on.] What about you? You should feel good too. [Komaeda is perilously close between Hinata's touch and his own.]