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[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.]

[Hinata makes a vaguely complaining sound as his tie is tugged, but doesn't resist it either... He ducks closer, lips catching at Komaeda's as he speaks.] I could only do it so far. I might've set it up, but all of it really depended on you...

[His lips part as theirs meet, his tongue pressing forward to seek out Komaeda's.

His hands sweep the length of his chest and stomach, his thumbs stroking, tracing fond lines down along his skin. He curls his palms just below his ribs, leaning over him more to get even closer, a knee sliding between his.]

Did it? Well then I'm happy to do my part.

[So very happy. He smiles to Hinata's lips in that moment before his lips part and his tongue brushes along the other boy's quite eagerly. He settles back on the bed, urging Hinata down with him. Another little tug at that tie. Come, come closer Hinata.

He moans softly to his mouth, squirming and not bothering to hide it when those hands settle against his skin. The hand not holding that tie settles at Hinata's back, nails raking down along his back, following the curve of his spine.]

Hah-- [Groaning, Hinata arches his back, pulling from his lips for a moment... though he's kept in place quite effectively by that tie. He glances down to it, the grip that Komaeda has on it, and darts his tongue over his lips before he presses closer.]

You're going to have to take this off eventually.

[Referring to the tie, as he moves to settle between Komaeda's legs, his hands sliding inward, tracing over the skin of his stomach, along his navel.]

[Komaeda begs to differ, Hinata. This tie is very useful. He kind of likes it, and the only answer he gives to that is a smile, a downright evil and pleased expression, a very clear am I? And the a little tug so he can steal another kiss.

His legs spread to let Hinata settle in properly. He squirms beneath that touch, finally releasing Hinata's tie in favor of letting his hands move down his torso, down along his sides until he can hook his fingers into the waistband of his pants.

These are next. They are on Komaeda's list to eliminate.]

[Hmph. So he's planning on keeping it right there to tug Hinata about, is he? He muffles some more sounds to Komaeda's lips, as though in complaint that he's acquired a leash, but then dives back into kissing him, pressing his tongue into his mouth again to lick, taste him.

His hands mimic Komaeda's, finding the button of his pants, red eyes flickering open for an instant to look at his face before closing again. His forefinger shifts, pressing to the button and then dragging slowly down over the front, over the zipper of his pants without going to open it.]

Mmm... [He nips at Komaeda's lips lightly.]

[That's right. He's got the world on a string, or something like that. He'll try to only use this power for good. Really. He arches up against him, pulled toward that kiss by how much he needs for it. His fingers are tugging free Hinata's belt, tossing it off the side of the bed before unbuttoning slowly.

But oh he's very distracted by that teasing touch. He whimpers to his lips, arching up. No that's not fair, Hinata. Don't tease him so cruelly.]

H...Hajime... [A murmured plea after that nip.]

[Hinata's taking his time, rubbing his index finger along the bulge at the front of his pants, gently, pressing with his fingertip to feel him twitching through his pants. He huffs a laugh into Komaeda's lips, cupping his palm ever-so-lightly against him to feel him hardening even further under his touch.]

Nagito? [he replies, low and faintly teasing.

He doesn't often tease (let's face it, Komaeda's just better at it), but this is kind of fun, isn't it? Definitely fun, to hear Komaeda's voice like that, feel him squirming.]

[No don't tease him, Hinata. It's not fair, not kind! Well okay maybe it's quite fair since he tends to be the teaser more often than not, and he's well aware of it. But right now, he just wants more than so teasing a touch, and it shows in the way his hips arc, pressing up towards that hand, seeking more pressure, more friction.]

It's unkind to tease. I want you so bad. Can't you feel it, how much I need you?

[He thinks it ought to be obvious. That's what he thinks.

His hands haven't been idle though, fumbling a bit with Hinata's zipper, but he does get it undone, so he can slip his hand inside, palm and grope at him through the fabric of his underwear.]

[And Hinata just avoids giving that to him, pulling his hand back slightly when Komaeda arches up. His palm hovers teasingly over the bulge in his pants, settling back against him only when Komaeda lowers his hips.] I can... but you're kinda cute like this.

[He laughs breathily and leans down, kissing his lips, the corners of them, his body stiffening briefly in surprise when those hands manage to open up his pants.]

Nnh... [Hinata moans thinly, his hips twitching as the tips of his fingers toy with Komaeda's zipper.]

[Komaeda whines when Hinata proves that he is very deliberately tormenting him here! But it's hot somehow too, just has him wanting it all the more, to have his boyfriend in such a teasing, playful mood.

He does make a face though, nose wrinkling and lips finding their way into a pout even as he's kissed, even as he leans up to meet Hinata's lips eagerly.]

A surprising evil streak in my Hajime... [He fusses even as his hand molds against Hinata's dick inside his pants. Two can play at this game! Maybe. Except one of the two is really distracted right now.]

Mmh. [Hinata just smiles at that pout, returning his kisses easily, his finger slowly catching at the zipper. He gasps quietly, though, as that hand molds up against him, and his hips twitch again, pushing into Komaeda's palm unthinkingly.]

Surprisingly? So you didn't realise.

[He kisses across his cheek and finally snags that zipper, drawing it down tooth by tooth. He finds one of Komaeda's ears, kissing at it, licking gently along the edge.] I've really been like this all along.

[Komaeda shivers, arches up towards him again, panting softly. He whines at the back of his throat, his hand still palming at Hinata, kneading a bit less than gently at his dick through the thin fabric of his underwear.

His other arm wraps around him, presses tightly to the skin of his back between his shoulder blades.]

I feel so deceived. Or maybe love made me blind!

[He exhales a breathless laugh as his eyes drift shut.]

[Hinata's shoulders twitch, hitching up in an eager roll, as though to rub to Komaeda's arm, against his pressing palm. It's hot. Where he touches is so, so warm. His teeth catch the edge of his ear briefly before he begins to kiss down the side of his neck, wet sucking kisses like he'd be fine with accidentally leaving a mark or two.]

That's what they say it does.

[He grins into skin and finishes toying now, playing, hauling Komaeda's pants just a bit down so it's easier to reach in, palming at him through boxers. He squeezes, firmly now, not teasing any longer.] But you still love me anyway, don't you?

[Komaeda opens his eyes to look at Hinata at those words. He sounds way too pleased with himself just now. He whimpers before letting his head fall back to give Hinata better access to his neck if he'd like to keep that kissing up, if he'd like to leave any marks on him because Komaeda would be really quite okay with that.]

Then that must be why.

[But oh, there's something closer to what he's looking for. He cries out softly in bliss, fingers curling to drag nails down over his skin.] Hajime..! I couldn't stop loving you if I wanted to.

[Hinata sucks at the base of his throat with an open mouth, trailing his tongue over skin, taking care to leave it somewhere that Komaeda can cover up later. Even if he'd like to leave more. He lifts up his back with a groan, watching Komaeda with pleasure-glazed eyes.]

That's... nnh, good. I don't want you to start wanting something like that, though. [He moves to kiss him, soft, a sweet and quick kiss.] So... I'll stop teasing you now.

[And slide his hand into his underwear, wrapping his fingers around him and squeezing.]

[Like Komaeda will bother to hide it. Hinata is mistaking him for someone who has a sense of shame. So far as he's concerned, any marks Hinata might leave on his skin are perfectly welcome, lovely little badges like memories.]

Mm... [A soft hum as he rises up to meet that kiss even if it's quick to end.] Good. No more teasing... that's much kinder.

[He won't fuss anymore though, not when he finally feels that hand around him properly, and he cries out in pleasure. Yes good, that's much better.] It always feels so good when you touch me.

[Hinata looks down at him, watching as his expression changes when Hinata touches him, tightening his fingers gently in response. His thumb swipes across the tip, smearing liquid, marveling at how hard he is, just from kissing and being close.

It doesn't need to be much more than that sometimes, though, he admits. Just a glance from Komaeda sometimes, a brush of him as they walk next or past one another and he... sometimes...]

How would be better? [Last time, Komaeda urged him into saying what he wanted. As much as it makes his heart flip to hear it in turn, he still wants to.] What do you want, Nagito...?

[Komaeda isn't bothering to hold back his reactions, to temper how he arches towards that touch, moaning loudly. And oh he is so very hard, but how could he not be? Hinata's touch drives him absolutely in times like these -- or really, most times if he's being honest with himself.]

How? mm...

[That is way too hard to choose, okay? It's like being set loose in a candy store. Everything looks sweet, everything looks amazing, the sky is the limit. Komaeda lifts a trembling hand to touch his fingertips over Hinata's lips gently.] With your mouth? Suck me off, Hajime?

And then... [His hand still cupping at Hinata's dick squeezes gently.] ...put this inside me so I can make you feel good too?

[Komaeda doesn't hesitate as much as he did, huh... their shame levels are totally on a different tier altogether. But Hinata smiles fondly and he ducks down to kiss Komaeda's fingers, brushing his tongue lightly along the pads of them before he nods, nose brushing against skin with the motion. His cheeks have flushed slightly, but there's fondness written all over his face, along with the want.]

Aa. [He glances down, looking down along his body and sucking in a slow breath. Then he shifts back, withdrawing his hands, gently urging Komaeda's hand away as he settles, kneeling in front of him. He sets his hands on legs to urge them to part, leaning in to kiss down the inside of a thigh in the process.]

Open these up just a little more for me.

[Komaeda's shame level actually exists in a subterranean space, a sub basement in his subconscious that he very rarely visits. His fingers twitch just a little at the touch, a smile tugging its way over his lips. That was somehow adorable and devastatingly sexy at the same time.

He shivers now, spreading his legs further apart at that urging with a low, approving murmur. He can feel his stomach tighten in anticipation, each touch of those hands searingly hot against his skin.]

Like this?

[He half purrs the question, his fingertips brushing some of Hinata's hair back from his forehead.]

[Hinata breathes in slowly, his gaze wandering over him, almost amazed by him. His fingers stroke the inside of his thighs, nails raking along them, pressing thumbs up further to rub at the hair at the base of his cock. He leans in and licks slowly under the tip of his cock.]

Mmh... [He moves his tongue around it slowly, sucking it past his lips for just a moment. He glances up at Komaeda, just watching before he pulls back with a wet pop.] Like that is perfect.

[Hinata smiles at him before moving to take him into his mouth once again.]

[It always takes Komaeda's breath away when Hinata looks at him like that. He may not embarrass easily over most things, but now he can't quite help but blush -- faintly -- as he manages to keep from shutting his eyes. He doesn't want to.

He wants to watch, to see everything, as those lips wrap around his cock. Even just that has him whimpering, a hand lifting to press against his mouth like he can somehow contain the sounds.

Not that he really worries about being overheard, so why other. So instead he moves to stretch his arms over his head, back arching as that mouth is wrapped around him once more.] O-ooh. Like that is perfect too.

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warning for smut, heading to nc-17

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