[Hinata leans against him, turned to the side to face him, his arms loosely wrapped around his neck. He smiles as Komaeda's fingers catch in his shirt and he feels the cool brush of air on the skin of his lower back.
He squirms, but only slightly, and then he pushes in closer, his lips opening up gently in admission.
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He squirms, but only slightly, and then he pushes in closer, his lips opening up gently in admission.
Go ahead, Komaeda, a little more is fine too--]