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[Komaeda nods, that spark still in his eyes as he considers it, what things he could ask for. He's scheming already. It'll be grand. IF he can manage to keep his tongue in check about his self esteem or lack thereof.

But it's hard. Really quite complicated. Hmm.

Another sigh.] I suppose it'll be worth it so long as I'm patient in accruing these points.

[Hinata can see you scheming, Komaeda...

But he's also banking on Komaeda needing to really focus on stopping himself. Which is sort of his goal in the long run. He'll have him trained and building self-esteem yet.]

That's right. So don't sigh. [He grins fondly up at him.]

[It's okay. He's not very subtle with his scheming sometimes. The whole "I'm going blow up the island mwahaha" example comes to mind as evidence of his lacking subtlety. He presses a kiss to Hinata's head now, all overcome to affection. It's strange, isn't it? Having someone who is so intent on making sure that he's not putting himself down. He went his whole life with no one arguing with him about it, no one trying to intervene into his solitude.

And now there's Hinata, and he's not alone anymore. It's strange. And wonderful.

He laughs at the scolding.] Right right. Sorry. As a show of goodwill, don't you think you should grant me one little request right now? To kick off the contest?

[Hinata hums pleasantly in response to the kiss, pretty pleased that Komaeda's decided to heap it on him. Ahhh. He feels spoiled and indulged, and also happy with himself that Komaeda's going to go along with his strategy. Komaeda trusts him.

He's looking up at him with lidded red eyes, overwhelmingly content.]

Hmm... I guess I could do that. [But he's relaxed enough that it's likely he'll be pretty obliging.] Depending on what your one little request is.

[Komaeda is all for spoiling and indulging Hinata. He's got a soft spot for him that's frankly enormous -- and it has so very little to do with hope or despair or anything. It's Hinata and Hinata alone.

And love. Aaaah he's become a sap. How did that happen exactly?]

It's nothing much. I Just want a kiss is all.

[Actually he wants to make out. But it starts with a kiss.]

[Hinata seems to consider for a long moment.

But then he shifts both hands, stretches them up and spreads his arms in invitation, one hand hovering fingers close to Komaeda's shoulder.] If you're okay with coming down here for it, [he says,] I'll give you one.

[Or two, or three, or however many, honestly. He grins, bright and inviting.]

[Komaeda purses his lips into a pout, leaning forward.] It's a difficult angle, you know.

[But if that's how he has to get his kisses, then that's how he has to get his kisses! So he leans in, hovering just above Hinata's lips, murmuring softly.] But I'll work hard for this too.

[And then kissing, soft and wanting and lingering, but chaste for now, just the pressure of his lips.]

[Hinata laughs as he leans down close, his arms wrapping loosely around to Komaeda's back. His fingers splay as he returns the kiss, chaste too... until he shifts his body and pushes himself up slightly so it's less difficult for his poor boyfriend.

One hand slides down his back to grip the back of the couch loosely, using that to pull him closer too, urging Komaeda not to lean down as much.

Don't worry, he won't make you hurt your neck.]

[Komaeda shifts back as HInata sits up, his arms moving to wrap around his boyfriend more securely, pressing against his back, catching on the fabric of his shirt, dragging material up just faintly.]

Mm...

[He hums a soft sound to Hinata's lips in appreciation. It's nice. It's very nice. Slowly his lips part and he presses further into that kiss. This is definitely the best request that he's ever made. It makes him all the more excited about earning a few more requests for himself.]

[Hinata leans against him, turned to the side to face him, his arms loosely wrapped around his neck. He smiles as Komaeda's fingers catch in his shirt and he feels the cool brush of air on the skin of his lower back.

He squirms, but only slightly, and then he pushes in closer, his lips opening up gently in admission.

Go ahead, Komaeda, a little more is fine too--]

[Komaeda doesn't mind the squirming at all. He doesn't mind anything if it means having Hinata close, like this, tasting his lips. Speaking of tasting, he lets his tongue trace along Hinata's lower lip before trying to coax those lips apart more so he can slip it inside

So he's taking this kiss as far as he can go! Make the most of it, okay?

His hands slip down, flesh and blood hand finding its way to trace over the small sliver of skin he's bared by inching his shirt up.]

[Well, no one can say that Komaeda's not an opportunist. Hinata slides one of his hands up to push it into his hair, wrapping pieces of it around his fingers. He tugs lightly, affectionately really, before sliding his fingers down the back of Komaeda's head to the nape of his neck.

He scratches oh-so-gently, nails raking through soft, shorter hair.]

Hnnm. [His eyebrows scrunch just slightly as those fingers run over his skin and he squirms.]

[He takes his opportunities when he can really. And this opportunity is great. He loves those fingers in his hair, the feeling of it, the tugging, the warmth settling at the back of his neck.

It's his turn to squirm and he leans into Hinata like he wants to disappear into the kiss entirely.

Fingers curl to warm skin, scratching gently, in time for him to draw back from the kiss to murmur, in a breathy whisper,] Somehow, like this, I really do feel lucky. [And not the usual double-edged sword style luck he's used to.]

[Hinata smiles at the leaning, though that smile disappears from his mouth, a short sound leaving him when nails scrape. The touch is gentle, but it still feels electric and hot, shivering right up his spine.

When he exhales, it trembles past his lips.]

If you're lucky, guess that means I'm lucky, too... [He sounds absentminded, and his lips are reddened, damp still from kissing.]

You must be, [Komaeda informs him playfully, voice softer, lower than he means it to be. Something about how his throat feels tight just from kissing. Though there's no "just" when it comes to kissing Hinata so far as Komaeda is concerned.]

So we should definitely make the best of luck that's actually good.

[His fingers drag up along his back, slipping beneath his shirt because well, he can.]

[Hinata blinks at him from so close, his eyes lidded and his smile lingering. If he leaned in, they'd be blinking against each other but then he shifts, angling his head to kiss his mouth again, soft and catching.]

--ah, oi, thought this was just gonna be a kiss?

[He squirms, his body wriggling from side to side.]

[Komaeda meets that kiss, sweetly, but eager, not in a hurry to end it, even as Hinata goes and speaks. His lips curl into a smile though and he very deliberately shifts to catch Hinata's lip between his teeth.]

That was my request, wasn't it? Just a kiss. So I guess now I'm just stealing.

[He's a thief! A horrible, tricky thief whose fingers are moving up the curve of Hianta's spine still, lips seeking his out for another kiss and another.]

[Hinata raises his eyebrows, pretending like he's unimpressed, trying to sigh when Komaeda's nice little teeth close around his lip. He grumbles as much as he can, but he's also squirming as those fingers crawl up higher along his spine.

Komaeda... what an instigator.]

I won't let you get away with stealing your actual prizes, y'know? [Just saying. For future reference.]

[Komaeda just smiles at that face, going straight back to nibbling at Hinata's lips, straight back to hiking that shirt up further with his wandering hands. A soft, thoughtful, mock-rueful hum.]

That's right. My Hajime can be very strict...

[But what if he really really wants to steal prizes? Stealing is wrong and all but how is he supposed to resist?]

Only for your own good...

[Hinata's sighing, though, and really not trying to strictly deter him from hiking up his shirt. He's giving into him again? Not like it's something new. He slides his hand into Komaeda's hair, fingers dragging through it.

But prize-stealing definitely won't be tolerated! That'd defeat the purpose of what he's trying to do, after all, and Hinata's determined.]

Is that the way it works?

[Komaeda murmurs playfully, like he's really mulling this over. But he's sure it's true. Hinata does too much for his own good. People don't look out for him. They never have. It's not something he's used to. It's not something he's ever really deserved.

But he has to admit that it's nice.

Even when it involves strictness.] Somehow strict "for my own good" is a pretty sexy look on you. [He states this casually.]

[Hinata pauses. He lifts his eyes to Komaeda's (distracted by his lips but he's not telling Komaeda that, even if Komaeda already probably noticed).] Mmf... That makes it sound like you have a thing for it.

[He's blushing, but it makes heat knot low in his stomach.

His hands comb through pale hair, fingers stroking along his scalp, scratching, before raking down to his neck. His thumbs press circles, rubbing gently to relax.]

[Maybe he noticed a little. It's not like he doesn't may tremendously close attention to what Hinata is doing at all times. But oh, did he get called out on it? There's actually a slight flush rising in his cheeks, even as his lips stretch into a smile.]

Maybe I do. Is that bad?

[Because oops here he is. His eyes flutter at the feeling of those fingers at his scalp. He likes attention when it's Hinata. It's the best thing. His hands slip down his back, around his sides and up once more, still beneath that skirt.]

No. I was just starting to wonder if... that meant you like when I argue against you. [Not that they ever really argue too much these days, but when Hinata does get all stern. He sucks in his stomach, though, as Komaeda's hands take a different route, glancing down at them moving under his clothes.

His shoulders hitch up a little, looking down again as Komaeda's hands keep moving.

It's a little ticklish... but hot. He slides his hands down, nudging his fingers just under Komaeda's collar to touch along his shoulders, score with his nails lightly at warm skin.]

[A quiet laugh now at that.] Mm maybe... you are impressive when you're being forceful. [Or stern. But they really don't argue all that often. They've gotten to know each other after all, fallen into this domestic scene. Komaeda really really likes it.]

I like when we're not arguing too...

[Like this, like when he can lean in and steal another kiss, squirming at the touch of those fingers. Ah it feels so nice, so very warm. He exhales a soft sound, low and trembling and pleased.]

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