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[No he is hiding in his emotionalness here. But he does lean back at the tugging, meeting Hinata's with a smile, bright and genuine and grateful, only fading a little as he returns that kiss, humming softly.]

I'm going to wear it! I'm always going to wear it. [Seriously. It'll be on his finger as long as he has fingers for it to be on! In fact he draws back just enough to fumble with the box, trying to get the ring out of it so he can put it on his finger.

Except he drops it. Luck. LUCK!! Where did it go?] Ah... the ring! [Nooo where'd it go he wants it on his finger.]

[Hinata watches him and his struggle... and bites back a soft laugh as Komaeda promptly goes and drops it. He kneels in order to pick it up, wiping it off quickly on the front of his shirt before taking Komaeda's hand with one of his own. Without warning, he puts the ring on his middle finger before he realises what he's doing.

Ah-- well. It's fine, right?] Here. Is this better?

[He grins and leans in closer, their foreheads brushing.]

[Komaeda is not laughing he is afraid it's going to roll into a crack or a heating grate and be lost or something! This is sort of how things works with him. But Hinata has it, and he exhales a relieved little breath.

And then Hinata is putting the ring on him and Komaeda is breathless all over again, heart racing. His fingers flex, and he nods, eyes fixed on the ring.

Oh yes. Much better. Much much better. He's even blushing. And he reaches his now-ringed hand up to settle against Hinata's cheek, caressing softly.] Much... better. Thank you. This is... it's really an amazing surprise.

[Hinata smiles, though that smile falters as that hand comes to rest on his cheek-- only because there's a little shock of cold, from where he can feel that ring resting against a flushed cheek. But he turns his face into it, kissing the skin of his finger under where that ring sits.]

Mm... You're welcome. I'm just glad that you like it. [He glances to his face with half-closed eyes, glimmering red.] ...but, come on. I wanna show you something else.

[He draws back slowly, taking Komaeda's other hand in order to gently draw him to the bedroom. There's no trail of rose petals leading to the bed (even he isn't that bad) but there're new sheets and blankets, candles lighting the room, and okay maybe there're roses. But they're in a respectable vase, next to the bed, damn it.

(There may also be some supplies you know hidden behind that vase but that's for later if Komaeda's into it.)]

[It is a little chilly, a little heavy on his finger -- though it'll warm quickly, and soon it'll feel like a part of him, like it always has been. He smiles at the sweet kiss to his hand.]

I love it. [And just for the record.] I love you too.

[These two saps. Who lets them be alone together? Komaeda follows along though, looking around at the candles, the flowers. Oh. It's really.] It's getting even more romantic, isn't it?

[He steps in closer to him, turning to face Hinata so he can wrap his free arm around him.]

[Hinata flushes and laughs somewhat shyly, though he doesn't turn his eyes away from Komaeda's, gazing at him steadily. He watches Komaeda even when he looks around, softening, a relaxed smile stretching over lips.]

That was the plan, [he murmurs in a teasing voice. Inclining his body, he presses his lips to Komaeda's neck, his fingers slowly pressing to his lower back, pushing up, bunching fabric before sliding back down to smooth it.] I love you too, Nagito.

[Super saps. But Hinata's been planning and thinking of this ever since seeing Komaeda's fantasy before. Somehow, he'd wanted to make it up to him, give him something like that, wanted him to feel the same happiness and excitement even if it's not on a tropical island. Even if it's not a wedding night.]

Oh? Then I suppose you can call it a success.

[Total success. Komaeda's head falls to the side, arching his neck. Yes, more of that seems like it should be just fine. Even more romantic. But he does stop in humming his approval of that to smile instead at those sweet returned words.

But this is better than his fantasy. It's more... genuine. It's more them. Quiet and private but perfect. His eyes flutter shut. It may not be a wedding night, but it's still special, with the simple silver ring on his finger. Life is pretty excellent.

His hands move to curl his fingers into the fabric of Hinata's shirt.] Hajime... I think I've been swept off my feet.

[Now, what's he supposed to do with that arched neck except kiss along it? His lips catch at skin gently and he peeks up toward Komaeda's face, smiling at his hum, at his smile.

His hand slides down to the hem of his shirt, toying with it, fingers grazing the warm skin hidden below.]

Even if I haven't actually done that? [Hinata laughs into his neck and presses a kiss at the base of his throat, pushing his nose against the bump of his collarbone, there even through the material of his shirt. He breathes in, slowly, eyes closing.]

[That is exactly what he is supposed to do. He's got it exactly right. Komaeda squirms where he stands just a little, humming his approval of the warm touch of those fingers.]

Haven't you?

[Komaeda could have sworn. He feels a little like he's floating. Or something. His fingers find their way into Hinata's hair, raking through dark strands even as he ducks his head to press a kiss to his forehead.]

Not literally.

[Hinata slips his hand slowly under the hem of Komaeda's shirt, touching, stroking his fingers along his back, up the faint line of his spine. His head turns slightly, a murmur of approval leaving him when Komaeda kisses his forehead.]

I'm thinking about it, though. [Sweeping Komaeda off his feet, carrying him to the bed... could he get any more embarrassing, he thinks that would actually be the pinnacle.]

Oh? Well if you want to make it literal for it to be proper... that would only be right.

[Komaeda informs him. Really. He's ready to be swept if Hinata wants to, even if it may be a tremendously embarrassing, sappy thing to do. Komaeda has discovered he rather likes sappy if he's being honest with himself.

Fingertips find their way to trace over Hinata's cheek, soft and sweet and affectionate. There's no sense disguising it, right? He adores Hinata. More than that, he wants him, wants to make the very most of this dazzlingly romantic setup that his boyfriend has put together.]

[Hinata tries to give him an exasperated look as though he were hoping Komaeda wasn't about to ask that... but then he moves, ducking his body in order to lift Komaeda up. He gasps a bit in surprise--] They make it look really easy, oi. [--but he manages!! BRIDAL STYLE, looking sheepishly at Komaeda.

And over to the bed with one slow, careful step... two... it was much easier in the virtual reality. Now he wants to take care not to drop him accidentally, get his foot snagged up in something, maybe bang into something like he did once.

So uncool. But another reason for his surprise... is that Komaeda weighs more than he once did, doesn't he? It makes him feel all warm and pleased and more reassured that he's been eating, that he's been doing better as time goes by here.]

[Komaeda is so happy right now -- even if Hinata is fussing about it being difficult. Hey. HEY. Do not fuss about it! Except Komaeda just laughs quietly.] Mm. I think that's a Hollywood image thing, But you're doing just fine, Hajime.

[He kicks his feet a little to demonstrate. See? Look how swept off them he is! So swept off them. And Hinata is plenty cool for Komaeda -- who is also a gigantic unsmooth nerd so that may be why.

Unaware that Hinata is being pleased by the fact that he's managed to regain some weight, enough to not look like a starvation victim any longer, he just leans into kiss at his cheek, draping his arms about his neck.]

[Hinata murmurs quietly as his cheek is kissed, turning his face toward him and yes, arrival at the bed and he leans over as carefully as he can to set Komaeda down on it. His fingers slide over his back, his sides, through his shirt as he does and he kisses at Komaeda's cheek now in return.]

Move back a bit... lemme on too.

[As soon as Komaeda does... Hinata will shimmy on his knees onto the bed in front of him, his palms setting against blankets.]

[Komaeda settles into the bed happily, squirming to get himself comfortable. But yes, Hinata joining him would be better. He scoots back and reaches his arms out to Hinata. Here. Come closer to him.

He reaches out to hook his fingers into the collar of Hinata's shirt, tugging lightly, playfully.]

Hajime... [He murmurs his name softly, hand moving to settle at the side of his neck instead, urging him closer so Komaeda can lean in and catch his lips in a kiss.]

[Hinata tips up his chin slightly, not resisting that tugging at his collar... too much, anyway, as he shuffles forward, blankets bunching slightly underneath him. When Komaeda pulls, too, it exposes more of that slim chain with the ring on it from before. He closes his eyes just before their lips meet, pressing his palms to either side of Komaeda on the bed.]

Mmm... [He'd say his name back, wants to breathe it to him and let him hear how soaked through it is with affection... But he wants to kiss him even more, trace his tongue along his lower lip.]

[Komaeda is all too happy to be met with so little resistance. He just about melts into that kiss, humming a low sound of his own as lips part to welcome it deeper should Hinata have the inclination. He wants all of him after all, wants no space between them at all.

His arms move to wrap around him properly now that he's close enough, fingertips teasing along the back of his neck until they do find that chain. Then they're tracing down along it to tug it free of his shirt, teasing his fingers over the ring that hangs there. Hmm. He likes that Hinata has a matching one. A lot.

It's really special somehow, something for just the two of them.]

[Hinata feels the touch of it, the ticklish slide of the chain over his skin and he feels his cheeks warming to know Komaeda's drawing it free, touching it. That's right. They match. Of course they would-- he wanted to make that promise too and even if he's wearing it like this, it doesn't change what he feels.

He slides one of his hands up, thumbing at the point of Komaeda's hip, slipping his fingers under the hem of his shirt. It's just a graze of fingers to the skin of his stomach, ever so light, but it's a good indicator that Hinata wants more, wants to be even closer to him.

Hinata'd hoped for something like this. Not that he's not always happy to touch his boyfriend, but today is... especially special.]

[Komaeda loves it, even if Hinata isn't wearing it on his finger. He'll know it's there even if other people don't, so he's okay with that. And he's okay with kissing actually, he's going on about making the most out of this one.

His hand drops away from that chain now in favor of finding his way to Hinata's buttons. He smiles against his lips before drawing back with a soft murmur.] This is really sweet of you to set up all this.

[Sweet and romantic and sexy and he's so very happy. And Komaeda is very diligently undoing buttons.]

[Hinata laughs quietly, lifting his chin up to make it easier for him to pick open the buttons. Eager to touch in turn, he hikes up the front of Komaeda's shirt, pushing it up to above his ribs, his fingers stroking over the soft skin of his stomach, tracing the line of his navel before going higher, sliding up the front of his shirt.]

I'm really glad that you like it, [he replies, softly.] I hoped you would.

[He leans in closer, kissing his cheek, down to his jaw, lips lingering at skin gently, deliberately.] I wanted to do something for you... and then your fantasy gave me the idea. Think it's made up for not doing anything more than kissing in the virtual reality? [It's here he's teasing, grinning up at him.]

[How considerate Hinata. Komaeda is working quickly, eager to have that shirt unbuttoned -- and his cute little tie tugged loose enough so that he can slip his collar free of it -- but he leaves it still done up loosely about Hinata's neck, even as he moves to slide his shirt down his arms.

What? It's cute.

He sighs in enjoyment at the feeling of those lips moving over his skin.] Hmm? [A distracted, thoughtful hum as he arches towards the touch of Hinata's hands.] Well. It's started to make up for it anyway. There's still a little more making up for it to do, don't you think?

[Rolling his shoulders to help Komaeda get his shirt off, he's briefly confused as he still feels his tie brushing against his skin.] Nagito? [Gonna take this off? He's kind of preoccupied with touching, skimming his fingers along Komaeda's chest as his lips press down to the base of his neck.

He glances up at his face, working his teeth gently over pale skin.]

We haven't gotten to the whole consummating part yet... [Just saying it makes him pause and flush though, making a face at himself. Gosh.] A-anyway, here, lift your arms, I'm taking your shirt off.

[No, he may leave that tie on for a bit. It's cute, okay? And he likes tugging Hinata around by it a little. Shh. He shivers under that touch, head falling back just slightly, lips parting to gasp softly. Teeth are nice. He's good with there being teeth.]

Mm. That's it exactly. We can't stop short of that... [Not shy about it at all o this end. But he lifts his arms obediently so that Hinata can rid him of his shirt.

Komaeda is a helper, after all.]

[He's not taking it off after all, huh... don't tell him that Komaeda wants to leave it on so he can tug Hinata about. He wouldn't be surprised. He makes a faint huffing noise, somehow managing to make it sound fond, and nips at Komaeda's neck before gripping at the hem of his shirt to drag it properly over his head.

One hand settles on his chest, splaying his fingers against skin, the other combs through Komaeda's hair slowly.

He ducks down, leaning in, kissing his lips with a murmur,] That's what I was kinda planning for too.

[Yup. That's the plan, Hinata. In fact, once his shirt is free and off, his hands move to explore their way slowly up along Hinata's chest, mapping out familiar lines and angles, one finding that tie to tug at playfully.

His other hand slips up to tangle through dark hair as he returns that kiss before a smile finds its way over his lips.] So you really did plan this out well. I'm impressed...

[And now he tugs on that tie to urge him in closer, so he can kiss him hungrily, eagerly.]

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