[Komaeda will follow because he's not planning on letting there be any actual space put back between them now that he has Hinata this close. His thoughts are swimming, but it's a pleasant swimming, a light and floating feeling, enveloped in the warmth that's becoming hotter and hotter, turning into a definite and yearning heat.
He takes that invitation his tongue slipping along Hinata's to slip past his lips, dip into his mouth and taste him with a low hum of approval.
His arms tighten around him, slipping up below the fabric of his shirt again. Really it just needs to come off, so he starts pushing it upwards.]
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He takes that invitation his tongue slipping along Hinata's to slip past his lips, dip into his mouth and taste him with a low hum of approval.
His arms tighten around him, slipping up below the fabric of his shirt again. Really it just needs to come off, so he starts pushing it upwards.]