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[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.]

[All is fair in love and war, Hinata dearest. Komaeda thinks it's already unfair how very easily Hinata brings him to this state of needing, wanting. No one has ever been able to effect him like this. Not even close. He gasps softly as he feels Hinata's cock sliding along his ass.]

Like this? [He murmurs the question as he lifts up, rises up on his knees. His fingers curl into the blankets beneath him now as he wiggles his hips, peeking back towards him. He doesn't bother to hold back the soft moan as he feels the other's arousal press against him.]

Do it. Please... put it in me, Hajime!

[Hinata braces himself with his hand pressing on Komaeda's shoulder, the other still holding at himself. His breaths are panting, uneven, as he pushes slowly, just letting the tip nudge inside of him. He stops, looking down at Komaeda, the pale line of his back and how he's propped up on his knees now.]

Perfect. [He probably isn't even aware he's saying it, his voice a dazed murmur as he slowly presses inside, his eyes fluttering shut for a long moment as he sinks in. Slow... don't go too fast, he tells himself, just like this.]

Nagito...

O..ooh [Komaeda groans at that first feeling of Hinata pushing inside, panting softly and trying to keep mostly still -- but there's no stopping a bit of squirming, though he does at least manage to keep himself from rocking back towards Hinata, letting the other have control of their pace.

He hears that word though, and gasps softly, looking back over his shoulder wide-eyed at hearing it. Is Hinata talking about him? A vivid blush rises in his cheeks now, and he watches Hinata, watches his face as he continues pressing inside him.]

Hajime... [A low whimpered plea of his name before he drops his head forward, forehead resting on the bed for just a moment.] Feels so good... please.

[Bracing himself, Hinata's fingers curl more snugly around Komaeda's shoulder, his breaths panting softly as his hips twitch forward. It's slow still, pushing all of the way inside and just stopping for a long moment. He looks down at Komaeda, sweeping his hand along his back gently, fingers catching and dragging over skin.

The other is holding at his shoulder now as he shifts his hips, brushing them against his ass, flush to him.]

Mm... [A soft acknowledgement and he slowly begins to move.] Hey... Would you touch yourself? [His fingers brush along his back again, lightly and gently, like handling glass, before pausing at a hip.]

[Komaeda doesn't know how to handle it, when Hinata treats him so sweetly, so gently. Sometimes it makes him feel special, treasured somehow, in a way that he's certain someone like him definitely doesn't deserve. He trembles beneath that soft touch.

A soft, pleasured sound as Hinata begins to move, but the sound of his voice brings Komaeda's attention back over his shoulder. Oh? Is that what Hinata wants him to do?

Far be it from him to argue. He shifts his weight to one forearm, reaching his other hand back to slip beneath himself. He hisses in pleasure the moment his fingers find his own arousal -- achingly hard now, and a soft moan slips past his lips.] Mm... you want me to? Like this? Aaah... It's going to be harder to last now, but... [But it feels good, and he's kind of hoping it'll get Hinata going too.]

Like th-that... [He can't see that well from this angle, but he can see Komaeda's arm, how it shifts as he moves his hand over himself. That's more than enough to make his head feel almost numbed with pleasure, his hands curling to press more against Komaeda's back, scratching lightly with nails, careful with him still as he moves his hips.

Leaning forward, he pushes his lips against Komaeda's shoulder, nipping, brushing his tongue over the spot as the side of his head brushes to his.]

It doesn't matter if you last... you can come as many times as you want. [What guy wouldn't be turned on hearing his boyfriend, feeling him coming?]

[Komaeda tightens his hand around himself now, stroking insistently now, whimpering softly at what Hinata says, at how his hands feel. His back arches beneath that light touch moving over his back, the faint pressure of nails.

It's nice, even that little sting.] Mmm... Hajime...

[His head falls forward, panting softly, moaning, not really paying much attention to how loud he might be. It's just them, after all. It's terribly nice that it's just them. Hips rock back deliberately, urging Hinata on.] What about you? You should feel good too. [Komaeda is perilously close between Hinata's touch and his own.]

[Hinata shifts to lean down, kiss at the nearest place he can reach that Komaeda has arched up so nicely. He scrapes his teeth there lightly, peering up toward the back of Komaeda's head.] I do feel good. I feel amazing.

[He laughs quietly.]

So touch yourself more. It makes me feel just as good to hear you moan... [He pauses, blushing at himself at the words.] ...is that weird? [His hips haven't stopped moving, though, rocking urgently, slamming against Komaeda's ass again and again.]

[Komaeda shivers at the touch of his teeth. It's funny, but the sound of his voice is as arousing as anything else, and it has him moaning again, hand tightening over himself as he strokes harder, desperate now.]

It is... it's weird. [Komaeda answers in a breathless rush, a soft laugh,] But I like it... mm. I like turning you on.

[In fact it is one of the things he considers his highest accomplishment in life, making Hinata feel good. And just now, well, he's feeling good too. Too good, and with a loud shuddering cry, he comes.]

[Hinata's ears feel like they burn, hearing those words. He shivers and squirms slightly on top of him, his fingers pushing into skin and muscle. He huffs shakily into Komaeda's skin, rubbing his nose to breathe in the scent of him too and also to hide his face... even if Komaeda can't see him from this angle.]

You're good at it, [he mumbles,] so I guess that'll make you even happier, won't it?

[His nails score, drag down Komaeda's back again, his hips twitching, moving forward, rocking again and again against him. He doesn't expect the cry, though, the sound of Komaeda moving under his hands as he comes.] Nnh...

[Oh it makes him tremendously happy actually, Hinata. And Komaeda would tell him as much if he weren't busy moaning and trying to catch his breath to himself, trembling and letting his head fall forward while he tries to collect the scattered pieces of his thoughts back from where they've flown too.]

It does. It... it makes me happy. It makes me so happy.

[His hand is still moving over his dick, slower as his climax subsides, and he's almost too sensitive in the wake of his release. But it's good, and Hinata is still moving inside him and it's the best thing he can possibly imagine.] Hajime...

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