Then I... mnn... I know you'll follow through. You never let me down.
[Komaeda manages to get the words out, even if they're soft, roughened by the fact that he's trying to keep himself from just whimpering and moaning and squirming and dissolving into a mess who just needs and wants and feels.
Except that's what he is. His fingers run shakily through Hinata's hair again and again, slipping down along the back of his neck.] It feels... ooh... it feels good.
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[Komaeda manages to get the words out, even if they're soft, roughened by the fact that he's trying to keep himself from just whimpering and moaning and squirming and dissolving into a mess who just needs and wants and feels.
Except that's what he is. His fingers run shakily through Hinata's hair again and again, slipping down along the back of his neck.] It feels... ooh... it feels good.