[Komaeda nods, mutely, like he doesn't trust his own voice at all. And he doesn't because he feels breathless already. A moan does escape though, a low trembling sound that vibrates out of him with a pleasured sigh at even the touch through the fabric of his boxes.
Of course he's really all turned on. Hinata has been touching him. Kissing him. Talking to him. All the things that usually get him going.
His stomach caves beneath that touch, and he lifts a hand to tangle into dark hair.] Mn... H-Hajime...
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Of course he's really all turned on. Hinata has been touching him. Kissing him. Talking to him. All the things that usually get him going.
His stomach caves beneath that touch, and he lifts a hand to tangle into dark hair.] Mn... H-Hajime...