[Ah... his Hinata, always looking out for him. Something in Komaeda's expression softens for a moment. Really, it's hard not to feel treasured, precious somehow when he's with Hinata. It's still strange, and he's entirely sure that he doesn't deserve it. So maybe part of him would be quite okay if it hurt a little. But Hinata is sweeter than that, and Komaeda smiles a shaky smile as he rises up on his knees, scooting himself closer to Hinata, leaning into him.
He wraps his arms around his shoulders to steady himself, to touch, hands dragging down Hinata's back, nails curing to scrape over skin.] Like this? Is this good, Hajime?
[Because now more than ever, Komaeda is eager to please.]
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He wraps his arms around his shoulders to steady himself, to touch, hands dragging down Hinata's back, nails curing to scrape over skin.] Like this? Is this good, Hajime?
[Because now more than ever, Komaeda is eager to please.]