[Komaeda's eyes flutter before settling mostly shut. His hands move up to bury in HInata's hair, holding him close as he feels those lips at his neck. His breath catches with each movement he makes, each stroke of Hinata's hand over his cock.
No there's no way he can last now. The pleasure is building hot and heavy, pooling low in his stomach, at the base of his spine before he stiffens in Hinata's lap, crying out in a wordless, blissful sound as he comes, hip twitching as he spills himself, undoubtedly making a bit of a mess of Hinata's fingers, of both their stomachs.
But he won't be the only one to find his release; he's determined. And he tightens himself around the cock inside him, driving his hips against Hinata's all the harder.]
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No there's no way he can last now. The pleasure is building hot and heavy, pooling low in his stomach, at the base of his spine before he stiffens in Hinata's lap, crying out in a wordless, blissful sound as he comes, hip twitching as he spills himself, undoubtedly making a bit of a mess of Hinata's fingers, of both their stomachs.
But he won't be the only one to find his release; he's determined. And he tightens himself around the cock inside him, driving his hips against Hinata's all the harder.]