[Komaeda thinks it's not fair at all how good Hinata makes him feel, how sexy he is just with the way his back arches, that small reaction. Never mind the rest of everything else.
He knows he can't last now, not when Hinata looks up at him, not with the way he can tell he's smiling.
A shaky whimper slips past his lips and his fingers grip at Hinata's shirt, tugging now.] Ha...Hajime! [And with a cry, he's coming, spilling himself into that mouth.]
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He knows he can't last now, not when Hinata looks up at him, not with the way he can tell he's smiling.
A shaky whimper slips past his lips and his fingers grip at Hinata's shirt, tugging now.] Ha...Hajime! [And with a cry, he's coming, spilling himself into that mouth.]