[Hinata hums approvingly too when those fingers pull his hair-- he can like it, that pleasing little tug at his scalp. He's certainly nuzzling approvingly enough into Komaeda's stomach in response.]
I have. Should I stop now that I've noticed?
[He scrapes his teeth over his navel, nose nudging up his shirt higher, palms kneading rough against him.]
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I have. Should I stop now that I've noticed?
[He scrapes his teeth over his navel, nose nudging up his shirt higher, palms kneading rough against him.]