[Komaeda likes it too, being able to feel the sounds he makes, losing himself in the kiss just as much as the feeling of Hinata moving inside him. When Hinata's hips rock up, Komaeda's voice rises sharply, a startled, pleasured sound that echoes when Hinata pushes up into him again.
He starts to move then too, hips moving to match those motions, to rise up and then fall back on Hinata's cock as the other rocks against him, rolling his hips to take him deeply each time, out of his mind with how good it feels to be this close -- close as they can be, when Hinata is buried inside him, when he can taste his lips and feel those hands on him, that body against him. It's perfect. It's all he wants he thinks.]
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He starts to move then too, hips moving to match those motions, to rise up and then fall back on Hinata's cock as the other rocks against him, rolling his hips to take him deeply each time, out of his mind with how good it feels to be this close -- close as they can be, when Hinata is buried inside him, when he can taste his lips and feel those hands on him, that body against him. It's perfect. It's all he wants he thinks.]