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[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.]

[Hinata's slowly lulled by it too... it's nice having your hair touched. His head nods a little against Komaeda's chest, his eyes dragged almost shut before reopening. Ah, focus... He turns his gaze up to Komaeda, drowsy but content, moving to press a kiss to Komaeda's collarbone.]

...it's not about being fun, oi, it's about me helping clean you up...

[He made the mess in the first place and such...]

[Good. Be lulled. Because that's what he wants. He likes showering Hinata in affection when he can. He'll also like showering with Hinata in showering. So it's nice how that works out.]

Well. You did make a lot of the mess.

[Komaeda smiles and adds, quieter.] I wouldn't mind help making more of a mess before we get to cleaning.

[What? He's ambitious. Always has been. For now though he just ducks his head to nuzzle into Hinata's hair, exhaling a soft and contented sigh that stirs that dark hair just slightly.]

[Hinata tightens his arms briefly around him at those words, pressing his fingers up over Komaeda's back... before he breathes a low laugh.] Going for a new record tonight or something, Nagito? [Of how many times they do things? But, even though he's tired, he feels a warm stirring of interest low in his stomach.]

I guess I can go along with your plan of making more of a mess.

[His fingertips lightly tap their way down Komaeda's back, around to his sides, fluttering there playfully.] After a nap.

[Komaeda hums thoughtfully, as though he's considering the matter quite seriously. In the end, his arms just tighten around the other and he nods.] Mm. I wouldn't want to give it any less than my all. So maybe a record should be set.

[Even someone like him wants to aim for the highest, you know. But he smiles quite happily at the agreement. After a nap is perfect because he is exhausted -- pleasantly, deliciously so. He squirms at that touch, vaguely ticklish as it is, happy as he is.]

Hajime... [A pleased murmur of his name as he snuggles himself in all the closer.]

[Hinata just shakes his head slightly at that, amused, but then he wriggles, shifting up Komaeda's body until he can squirm an arm underneath Komaeda's head, curling it so his fingertips rest at the back of his head. He tugs and combs strands of hair gently, watching Komaeda.]

Nagito, [he replies, absently, content.] Sleep well.

[And he'll move to kiss his brow.]

[Komaeda's breath catches as he's suddenly being held this way, having his hair patted. It's so sweet and so gentle and so warm that he wants to melt just right here. He may be doing just that, arm slipping more secuhrely around Hinata.

For just a moment his eyes are wide, but slowly they slip shut, a soft sound slipping past his lips at that kiss to his brow -- startled and touched and almost overwhelmed with how sweet the moment is.

He may also be blushing. Just a little.]

You too, Hajime.

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