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[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.

[Hinata's gaze follows the line of his body as he stretches, watching the way muscles flex as he does. His lips curve up subtly before he turns his attention to his dick proper, sliding his mouth down over him further. He murmurs and makes low sounds around him as he moves his head, pulling his mouth back wetly every time, tongue flicking over the tip.

He's still pretty new to this, but... he likes it. Because it makes Komaeda look like that, flushed and beautiful.

So Hinata will gladly do what he can to learn about this, about all of the ways that he can make Komaeda feel good.] Hhn...

[Komaeda cries out in bliss as that mouth slides further over him, the heat of it around his dick enough to have his toes curling. Or maybe it's watching Hinata as he does, knowing that it's Hinata doing this, that's as heady as anything else.

He's having trouble keeping still, and he reaches down so he can run his fingers through the other boy's hair, tangle them into dark strands and tug, gently, in encouragement. His lips are parted, and there's no stopping the soft moans of appreciation that keep leaving him.]

It feels good. It feels so good, Hajime.

[Hinata looks up at him, his mouth stretched around his cock, and he hums around him softly. His tongue presses slowly over the tip, deliberately, lapping and licking, tip tracing over the slit. His shoulders hitch up, a muffled sound leaving as his hair is tugged. His eyes close for a second, relishing it.

Ah, it feels good, he really does like that tugging, even as gentle as it is. Maybe because it is gentle, an indication that Komaeda's enjoying this. He hums wetly around him, letting his head bob down lower, his tongue moving in circle around him, intent on laving all of him, making him slick.]

Mmmf. [I'm glad, Nagito. His hand shifts, sliding slowly under to cup at his ass, squeezing deliberately.]

[Komaeda tries to keep his hips from rocking towards that mouth, but he can't seem to help it, twitching upwards to that wet heat, desperate for more. He gasps softly though as that tongue drags over the head of his dick. The sounds of it, as HInata sucks at him, watching his cock slip past his lips.

Oh no he's not going to last much more at all.

He tugs at that dark hair once more, fitful and needing, but still trying to stay gentle as best he can anyway.] Hajime... I'm... mm. I can't last all that long after all. [So he thinks he ought to warn him, for politeness.]

Mm. [Hinata hums around his cock, thoughtfully, considering his course of action here... but then he pulls off with a wet pop, wrapping his hand around Komaeda's dick as soon as he's off to stroke him wetly, firmly, looking up at Komaeda as he does it. He puts his cheek against one soft thigh, turning his head to nip briefly.]

It's okay if you do. Go ahead, Nagito... [He thumbs over the tip, pushes down slightly with the pad of his finger. So he likes to see his boyfriend getting off before he does... what? He likes to see Komaeda's reactions, likes to see when he loses himself at all.

It's not as rare as it once was... but it's still a treat.]

[He can feel that hum all through him, thrumming down the length of his arousal, crying out in loss for just a moment as that mouth leaves him. He's pacified by the hand around him though, hips jerking towards it.]

H-Hajime... [A stuttered moan of his name. His back arches once more, toes curling against the bed, heels digging into the blankets.]

Nnh... I... [Well he'll be losing himself all right, lips parted as he takes a gasping breath, only to cry out breathlessly a moment later, arching nearly off the bed entirely a moment later as he comes.]

[Hinata's cheeks flush slightly, his hand working intently over that saliva-slickened cock, his gaze darting between it and Komaeda's face, helplessly excited by it. He turns his face into his thigh, murmuring Komaeda's name softly to it, scraping his teeth before biting down firmly.]

There you go... [He feels it soaking his hand at once, looking to him to see it wet on his fingers. A moment, a slow inhale, and Hinata moves in a way he hopes Komaeda will see, see as he licks some of his come off of his finger.]

Nn.

[Komaeda is gone, just gone for a moment. His vision goes blank as pleasure washes over him, as he comes, spilling over those fingers, sure he's making quite a mess. He blinks to look down at Hinata now, eyes widening as he watches the way he licks at his fingers.]

A-aah... [As if it weren't already a foregone conclusion, he hasn't quite gone soft just yet, far too turned on still.]

You... [He trails off, panting softly, watching him with a hunger that hasn't yet abated.]

[A smile edges over Hinata's face as he tightens his fingers around Komaeda, just for a moment. He slides his slick hand along him, fascinated by how he's still hard, pleased, because he didn't want the night to end just like that. He lifts up slowly, sliding his wet hand away from him so that he can grip the blankets, crawl up to Komaeda proper.

Leaning in, he presses their lips together wordlessly, hoping that this'll do the trick, tell Komaeda how much he wants him too. He bites down on his lower lip briefly, sucks, before pushing his tongue along the seam of his lips.

His other hand is stretching out, groping blindly for the bedside table.]

[Komaeda moans again, shivering as Hinata still touches at him, as sensitive at his cock feels just now. He looks at him though, reaching for the other boy as he crawls towards him, hands finding their way down his shoulders, up over his chest, to the sides of his neck to urge him all the closer.

He arches up towarsd that kiss, lips parting eagerly, without hesitating. His tongue flicks along Hinata's, smothering a moan to his mouth.

His hands move up, to tangle fingers through his hair, holding, desperate, anything he can do to touch him because oh dear god does he need to touch him right now. He'll die if he doesn't. He's sure he will.]

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