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[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.]

[Hinata mmmfs softly into lips, giving in for a moment and letting his teeth graze against Komaeda's lower lip. His tongue, following in a smooth slide before he pulls back to look at him.

His fingers only just touch at shoulders, though, the dip of his collarbone, as though he's still got what he said earlier about it just being kissing in mind.]

Are we still arguing a little right now? [he's murmuring, sounding amused. Or, well, Hinata might be doing that all his own.]

[Komaeda thinks he should give in for way more than a moment. He's leaning after that kiss as Hinata pulls back before he opens his eyes to peek at him. His eyebrows lift and he squirms.]

Are we? I hope not. There are more important things to do.

[Komaeda's hands wander up further now.] Aren't there? Hajime? [Noooo give him more than just a kiss okay? He's so affection starved.]

[Hinata hums skeptically, trying to pretending like he has no idea what Komaeda's getting at here. His fingers slip free from his shirt, palms sliding down his chest until he splays his fingers at his hips.]

I dunno, are there? Nagito?

[He cocks his head and-- no, definitely playful, with that smile.]

[Komaeda's lips purse into an expression dangerously like a pout. No this is usually his role! He's the one who has the upper hand in this. But those hands at his hips have him all thrown off his game, have him unable to think as clearly as he might like to.

It's kind of nice though.

And that smile shouldn't be legal. The things it does to Komaeda right now.] Of course there are. It should be obvious. You're usually very perceptive... [A quality he admires! Now put it to use!]

[Look at that face. It's a cute face. Pouty face. Hinata wants to squish at his cheeks a little with his palms but has a feeling he might get in trouble for that one. He just laughs.]

Seems like my perceiving skills aren't working that well today. [He plucks at his belt loops with his fingers, leaning in closer to kiss and rub his nose in a nuzzle to his cheek.]

[He is not cute pouting okay? He is in need of being less teased so that he can stop pouting. His lips purse further at that laughter, at what Hinata says. He hums out a low, thoughtful sound.]

That is disappointing. I suppose I'll have to make sure I'm more obvious about things so they don't go unnoticed.

[Jeez. He turns towards that nuzzling, smiling despite himself.] Like the fact that you should probably notice that I'm really turned on right now. [And since that is Hinata's fault, he should definitely take responsibility and fix it!]

[He is the cutest. He's smiling, too, he can't even hide it. Hinata watches him, pleased, his cheeks pinkening as Komaeda finally just goes ahead and says it. Laughing, he plucks at the waistband of his pants.]

That does seem like something I should notice. [He traces his finger absently over the button of his pants.] Maybe I just need to get closer to really see for myself.

[Komaeda nods in agreement, trying not to squirm as Hinata toys with his pants, but he can't quite hold back from a shiver now. He swallows back the majority of a moan -- though a low whimper does escape as he lets his own hands drift down to slip out from beneath Hinata's shirt, fingers moving to find his buttons.]

Maybe you do. You should definitely confirm it for yourself, Hajime.

[He smiles now, leaning close to nuzzle at Hinata's cheek, kiss down along the line of his jaw.] And I should make sure that you're in the same state.

[He's got to work harder if he's not.]

[Hinata breathes out slowly as those fingers start at his buttons-- but Komaeda won't get much of a time to open up his shirt, not when Hinata's shifting position. He kneels next to where Komaeda's sitting before leaning down, splaying his fingers on thighs with a determined expression.]

After I get to confirm, yeah? [He cocks his head to peer up at him.]

Until then, let me see. [Hinata plucks open his pants, fingers drawing down the zipper tooth by tooth.]

[Komaeda's fingers follow though, at least until those fingers splay against his thighs and his gaze is lifting to find Hinata's face, lips parting and exhaling a soft, almost startled gasp.]

Ah... yes. After that. I wouldn't want to get in your way...

[He can feel his heart slam against his chest with each tick of that zipper. Hinata is torturing him! And it's delicious.]

[Hinata grins up at him.] Great. Then it's settled, we'll take turns... [He keeps taking his time in drawing the zipper down, though, flicking open his pants with his fingers before his hands stroke over the front of boxers, kneading against the shape of him.

He really is all turned on already. Cute.

Leaning in, he kisses his stomach, scrapes his teeth.]

[Komaeda nods, mutely, like he doesn't trust his own voice at all. And he doesn't because he feels breathless already. A moan does escape though, a low trembling sound that vibrates out of him with a pleasured sigh at even the touch through the fabric of his boxes.

Of course he's really all turned on. Hinata has been touching him. Kissing him. Talking to him. All the things that usually get him going.

His stomach caves beneath that touch, and he lifts a hand to tangle into dark hair.] Mn... H-Hajime...

[Hinata can feel that moan if he presses his lips enough to Komaeda's stomach, feeling the delicate tensing of skin under his lips. He grins, eyes closed, and kneads his palms against him, just kneading for now.

But it's not gentle or light, it's rubbing of the heels of his hands with purpose behind it, his head tipping lightly into Komaeda's hand.]

Hmmm. [He hums softly at the sound of his name, one hand creeping higher, curling fingertips in the waistband of boxers.]

[Komaeda is rather fond of this purpose that Hinata has. It has him arching up towards that touch, fingers curling into dark strands, tugging without really realizing he's doing it.]

You've... mm... you've noticed now, right?

[How turned on he is what a pressing situation it is. He holds his breath at the feeling of that waistband shifting as Hinata catches at it.]

[Hinata hums approvingly too when those fingers pull his hair-- he can like it, that pleasing little tug at his scalp. He's certainly nuzzling approvingly enough into Komaeda's stomach in response.]

I have. Should I stop now that I've noticed?

[He scrapes his teeth over his navel, nose nudging up his shirt higher, palms kneading rough against him.]

[Oh now that's such a terrible question. Komaeda shivers ticklishly at the graze of those teeth over his skin, the feeling hot, electric, racing over and through him, finding its way straight to his cock which feels like it gives a jolt as that palm continues to knead against him.

He shakes his head, not trusting his voice for a moment, trying to steady himself with a deep breath before he speaks.]

It's not really like you to leave a situation unresolved...

[He tries to scold, but it's hard to scold when your voice is breathy and each word sounds more like it's moaned rather than spoken.]

And you would know me best.

[Laughing gently, Hinata keeps kneading with his palm before dragging down his boxers with two fingers to bare Komaeda's dick to him, leaning in to kiss at it. He doesn't bother with pushing his boxers down further, leaving them bunched, caught under hips. He's giving up on teasing for now to wrap one hand around him and guide him to his lips.

He peers up at Komaeda, interested in his face and how he looks when he sounds so breathless. Hmm. Smiling against him, he moves his mouth down lower, laving warm skin with his tongue for now.]

Would I?

[Komaeda is still breathless, but even the idea of the fact that he'd know Hinata best -- him! -- is just as much a turn on as anything else. That and well, it warms something in him too, a rush of affection that only feeds the inferno of desire in him.]

Then I... ah! [Then he knows Hinata will do the right thing! See this through! He is breathless, face flushed and only flushing further as Hinata draws his dick free, as he feels those lips, that tongue at his length.]

Ha...aaaaa....jime... [There. That's what he was going for.]

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