[Komaeda won't argue any action or strategy that involves Hinata taking off his shirt. Komaeda is not a stupid man, after all. Many things, but not stupid. His hands slip away just long enough to allow that shirt to be shed and then they're back on Hinata, fingers running eagerly over warm skin, up his chest, the bare bit of space that exists between them.
He feels light headed somehow. Maybe it's the kiss, the sharp catch of those teeth at his tongue that has him muffling a soft shaky groan to Hinata's lips even as he continues to make his way blindly with him towards the bed. All at once he breaks away from that kiss with a damp pant, arms moving to wrap around une Hinata as he half stumbles into him, quite literally weak in the knees in the wake of how much he wants him, how stirred up he is.]
Hajime... I... [Words are too hard just now. Sorry.]
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He feels light headed somehow. Maybe it's the kiss, the sharp catch of those teeth at his tongue that has him muffling a soft shaky groan to Hinata's lips even as he continues to make his way blindly with him towards the bed. All at once he breaks away from that kiss with a damp pant, arms moving to wrap around une Hinata as he half stumbles into him, quite literally weak in the knees in the wake of how much he wants him, how stirred up he is.]
Hajime... I... [Words are too hard just now. Sorry.]