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[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.]

[Hinata arches slightly wherever Komaeda's fingers touch, huffing quiet sounds of approval into his lips as he does touch, his shoulders arching, his hand gripping at Komaeda's hips. His other hand finds what he needs on the bedside table and he huffs quietly in victory into the kiss before drawing back, tube in hand.]

Hey... would you roll over on your stomach for me?

[He looks a little sheepish after he asks it, but there's an eager light in his eyes, his fingers flexing around the lube.]

[Komaeda hums to Hinata's lips softly, lowly, even that sound roughened by the desire still threatening to set him on fire, to spontaneously combusting. He's barely even cognizant of the fact that Hinata is reaching for anything, so when he draws back, his first inane thought is what's that? before he realizes it's an entirely obvious question.

He smiles at the words though, hands slipping away from Hinata.] If that's how you want me, Hajime. I definitely will.

[Zero sheepish, zero blushing. Just a smile and moving to roll over, wiggling a little to get comfortable (and also to see if Hinata is watching. What?)] Like this?

[There he goes again, making Hinata blush more. He gazes down at the smooth line of Komaeda's back, hand moving to gently settle against his side under his ribs as he leans over him. He presses a kiss to the centre of his back, trails his lips up between his shoulders, leaving soft kisses as he does. While he feels impatient, wants to do more... he also wants to lavish Komaeda in attention.] Like this is perfect. You're perfect.

[He reaches over to the bedside table again, grabbing another bottle and pouring a handful of something on his palms. He rubs it in-between his hands... and then sets lotion-slick palms on Komaeda's shoulders. Slowly, he begins to knead, rubbing warm hands and fingers down the line of his back.]

... [He waits, not saying anything, curious to how he'll react.]

[Komaeda is all right with being lavished with said attention. It's still strange sometimes, how sweet, how wonderful Hinata is to him. Just being touched so gently, like he matters this much to him sometimes it's overwhelming. He likes it though, arms pillowing his head so he can hide his face away at those kisses.

Only to lift his head again to moan lowly in appreciation.] That's... mm. That's so nice. [Way too nice. His back arches, catlike, entirely pleased at being touched and eager for more -- also catlike. Yes good more of that.]

You're really spoiling me tonight, hmm?

[Hinata laughs as his thumbs rub down along the muscles to either side of Komaeda's spine. He finds knotted places easier than he thought he could, kneading and coaxing them to relax, but Komaeda's not too knotted up, something Hinata smiles at. Maybe because they have a bath here, where soaking in the water isn't as much of a rare, luxurious thing anymore... or maybe because it just isn't so hard to live here.]

Yeah, I'm spoiling you. 'Cause it's a special night, all about you. [He leans down to kiss the back of his head, nuzzling his nose into hair. He puffs a breath into it, kissing again.

His hands rub down further, to the small of his back, his fingers pressing into the skin over hips.]

[Komaeda is not all that knotted up. Life is a lot less difficult here than it was in Haven. More often than not, he finds himself just enjoying living life with Hinata here, their domestic situation. And now that Hinata is kneading at his muscles with those very talented hands.]

All about me? [He echoes quietly, ducking his head at the nuzzling. Damn it. His boyfriend is too sweet. It makes his heart skip over itself and as he peeks over his shoulder at Hinata, cheeks pink.] Hajime... It should be about you too. I want you to feel good too... [It's only fair, right? But yeah he's busy moaning against as those hands continue lower.]

[Hinata smiles at those flushed cheeks, amused, even more so by what he says.] I feel good when I'm making you feel good, [he tells him firmly, and rubs his thumbs in tight circles along his back still, lower until one palm can cup at his ass. He squeezes slowly, one lotion-slick finger slipping between.]

So don't worry. I really...

[He shifts his hips forward slowly, pressing against him so that Komaeda can feel just how hard he is from touching him, rubbing at his back.]

[...his boyfriend is too sweet for words. What a dork. Really. Komaeda adores him far more than he would have ever thought he could love someone, but here they are and it somehow just keeps getting stronger and stronger. His eyes flutter and he buries his face once more in his arms.]

Hajime...

[Just his name, muffled and breathy as he wiggles his ass back towards that touch, back towards the feeling of Hinata's arousal,t hat hot hard length. Good. He wants to be able to turn the other on, wants Hinata to want him even half as much as he want the other boy.] Good... I want to... I want you.

[Hinata kneads, pushing his fingers against the small of Komaeda's back. He smiles and reaches for the bottle of lube, pouring this over his fingers, slipping this between his cheeks. He nudges against his hole, rubbing and smearing slickness over skin before he aligns one finger and slowly twists it inside.]

I want you too. How does this feel, now...? [Now that he's all nice and relaxed and he's getting his finger inside slowly but surely. He looks down at Komaeda's back, the flex of his muscles under skin, a content look on his face despite how much he wants to be inside of him too.]

[Komaeda squirms again as he feels those fingers, that lube. His breath catches and he tenses in anticipation before forcing himself to relax, remelting into the puddle of relaxation that Hinata left him in. A gasp slips past his lips as that finger finally finds its way inside him. It's still exciting, thrilling, doing this with Hinata, even if they've done it before, no matter how many times they've done it.]

It feels good.... But it'll feel better when you're inside me properly.

[His fingers grip at the blankets and he peers over his shoulder at Hinata now, smiling, downright playful as he wiggles his hips at him in plain invitation.]

[Hinata rubs his back with his free hand, encouraging him to keep relaxed as that slick finger slides in and out, smoother than expected-- but he blushes hotly as Komaeda rocks back. He coughs, turns his head to one side as he fights his blush.]

Be patient. This'll just take a couple of minutes.

[He grumbles shyly as his finger twists inside, pad of it rubbing along him.]

[Komaeda whimpers. Patient he says. Does Hinata know what a tall order that is, asking him to be patient when he wants so much, so very much. So he just squirms, unable to keep still -- and besides Hinata blushes so prettily at him, it's only encouragement.]

It's too hard to wait. Hajime...

[The shyness is cute too, and Komaeda is charmed even as he finds himself far too turned on, mewling with a need that there's no disguising.] Aren't you impatient too? Don't you want to be inside me?

[Hinata catches his breath in a shaky gasp before he shakes his head once, hard, his fingers twisting inside of Komaeda with a slick sound.] Of course I do... but I don't want to hurt you. So I can wait. S-so stop... you know, hurrying me along like that...

[As though in punishment, he twists his finger inside him, pushing deep as a second one presses in alongside, a third when Hinata thinks he's ready. He leans over him, his other hand sliding up Komaeda's back from his hip, his fingers gliding smoothly over muscle still slick from the lotion he'd used just before.]

[Komaeda cries out softly, the twist of those fingers, the sound of Hinata's gasp, really all of it is far too arousing, and he's having trouble behaving himself -- not that he's the best behaved guy on a daily basis, but, he smiles.]

Mm. I don't want to stop. I'm feeling sort of demanding. [He answers with a breathless laugh.] But I know... you're taking care of me again.

[Always seems to be the way. Hinata's always looking out for him. Though in this, Hinata is also driving him slowly out of his mind. His back arches to that touch, catlike and wanton, wanting without any thought to hiding that he is.]

[Hinata drops a kiss to the back of his shoulder, scraping his teeth there too-- gently, but playful too, and he pointedly catches some skin between his lips to give it a gentle suck.]

Mmhm. So let me take care of you.

[His gaze wanders up Komaeda's back, watching how muscle flexes when he arches, fascinated by him. His fingers trail down that arched back deliberately as he spreads his fingers inside of him. And then he pulls them out, moving to settle his hips against his ass.]

[Komaeda gasps appreciatively at the feeling of those teeth grazing over skin, the suction that follows. Oh yes that is fine by him. He squirms where he's lying, letting his head fall forward to murmur softly.]

Mm... then take care of me, Hajime.

[He fully intends to make that sound as dirty as possible. How's he doing? Success? Komaeda is distracted from any more demanding though by the touch of those fingers, like the touch alone leaves a searing path as it moves over his skin.]

Ooh. [A soft, approving sound as he feels Hinata settle against him, wiggling back against him.]

[Hinata stops for a second, breathing in shakily. There are many things that aren't fair in this world, and the way Komaeda sounds as he says that is one of them. He traces his index finger back up his back, one finger following the curve of his back as he slides his cock over his ass.]

Nn... lift your hips just a bit, Nagito.

[His voice is low, roughened and soft as he aligns himself, pushing against him lightly. Just enough for him to feel it.]

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