[Komaeda's lips stretch into a smile against Hinata's skin, lingering there a long moment before his teeth scrape over his neck once more, harder, sharper than before. All right so he's an embarrassing sort of guy. He can't help that he likes saying these things, can't help how much he also enjoys making Hinata blush. He lifts his head to peek at the other with an undeniably heated expression in pale eyes.]

No I think I've got it exactly right. You're very generous, letting me touch you like this. Being so good to me.

[He plucks the flower he'd earlier tucked into Hinata's button-hole from its place deftly, twirling it absently between his fingers before deliberately brushing the petals softly along the other boy's lower lip.] Giving me flowers. No one has ever gotten me flowers before.

[His other hand shits further up Hinata's back, slipping below the fabric of his shirt as it does.]