[Hinata can feel that moan if he presses his lips enough to Komaeda's stomach, feeling the delicate tensing of skin under his lips. He grins, eyes closed, and kneads his palms against him, just kneading for now.
But it's not gentle or light, it's rubbing of the heels of his hands with purpose behind it, his head tipping lightly into Komaeda's hand.]
Hmmm. [He hums softly at the sound of his name, one hand creeping higher, curling fingertips in the waistband of boxers.]
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But it's not gentle or light, it's rubbing of the heels of his hands with purpose behind it, his head tipping lightly into Komaeda's hand.]
Hmmm. [He hums softly at the sound of his name, one hand creeping higher, curling fingertips in the waistband of boxers.]