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[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...

[Hinata leans over his back, huffing against the pale skin between Komaeda's shoulders. He clutches at his hips with both hands, as though to hold him steady, to make sure he doesn't fall. He moans softly, scraping his teeth up over Komaeda's back to the nape of his neck, catching a patch of skin there between his lips and sucking again.]

Sorry, ah, Nagito, I just... a little more... [But, he feels it, gasping quietly into Komaeda's back... before he moves, drawing out of him. His arm slides around Komaeda's waist, holding tight as his other hand drops down to himself, stroking himself hastily before he comes.]

Nnh...

[Komaeda shivers under his touch still, shaking his head at the apology.] Mm... it's good, Hajime. I...

[He wants Hinata to feel good, doesn't really want it to end anyway, not when he can feel those teeth at his neck, eyes fluttering shut, fairly sure that he'll be sporting a few little marks once they're done with this.

But he likes that a lot too.]

A-ah..! [Another sound, startled almost as Hinata draws out of him, dropping into something lower, pleased, as he feels the other's release landing against his skin, hot against his ass, the small of his back.]

[Hinata leans over him, panting, trying to gather himself together even though that sound has his ears and cheeks prickling with heat. He ducks his head down until pieces of brown hair brush, settling against Komaeda's skin, his nose burying there too.]

Nn... [He exhales slowly, calming slowly but surely.

He does tip his face slightly, to look down along the length of Komaeda's back, where he made a mess of him, feeling a bit sheepish about doing it, but at the same time...

...it's not bad at all.]

[Komaeda exhales a shaky breath, a sigh, contented and breathless still. He braces both his arms against the bed now because oh he really does feel like he might collapse entirely at this point in time.

But he's happy. Very happy. And he doesn't mind at all that Hinata made a bit of a mess of him. That's just fine. It means Hinata felt good, right? That's the best thing he can think of at all.]

Mm... [He really can't even summon up the words right now but aaah. It's really been good. They definitely made up for not consummating his little virtual fantasy wedding night.]

[Hinata looks slowly at Komaeda's head, the back of his hair, and leans closer to press a kiss into it. He gently rubs at his hips, urging him to lower down on the bed. He'll just set to rubbing his hands along his back again, as thought to soothe him, half-massage him all over again...]

Feel good? [He kisses his hair again.]

Stretch out a little more... Get comfortable.

[Komaeda's lips stretch into a smile at that sweet kiss through his hair. His boyfriend really is sweet. Once upon a time maybe he would've been surprised to know about just how sweet Hinata could be, but getting to know him even a little, well, it became clear over time.]

Mmhmm. Really good. Do you?

[But hmm. Those hands are on him again so he is just going to melt, wiggling and stretching himself out on his stomach on the bed, peeking back at Hinata for a moment, smiling a playful smile his way before rolling onto his side and holding his arms open for the other. Come closer? This is how he's defining comfortable right now.]

[Aw, but he was planning on massaging him right into sleep... but those outstretched arms are impossible to resist and, with a smile, Hinata moves to settle onto his own side next to him, rolling right into Komaeda and leaning his head against his chest.

His arms wrap loosely around his waist, thumbs stroking skin absently.]

Aa... I feel great. [His necklace with the ring on it feels cool against warm, flushed skin, but he hums quietly, liking the feel of it anyway.] I guess you're probably too tired for a shower?

[Komaeda's smile brightens as Hinata settles in his arms. There. That's perfect. He wraps his arms around his boyfriend now, one hand lifting to smooth over his hair, soft and gentle, affectionate. ...and maybe a little playful as he purposefully tries to smooth down that ahoge -- which as per usual seems too resilient to ever keep down.

Cute. Hinata is cute. All the time.]

A little. Though I am sort of a mess. [He doesn't sound terribly distressed by this.] Maybe in a little while. It's really warm, just like this.

[Hinata feels him trying to smooth his hair... he can go ahead. There's no way that little tuft is going down, no matter how hard he tries. He smiles into Komaeda's chest as he does, though, nuzzling him lightly, all affection. His hand sweeps up and down his back fondly too as he turns his cheek against skin.]

Mm... maybe we should have a nap together. And then we can have one together?

[Okay so the suggestion makes him blush a bit still what.]

[Yeah it's definitely a losing battle, but Komaeda is pretty happy to fight it anyway, because he likes the feeling of it, of those dark strands slipping through his fingers. He's touching just because he can. It's nice. Too nice.

All of this is too nice.]

I'd like that. It'll be more fun with company.

[Komaeda teases gently because he sees that blush don't think he doesn't.]

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