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[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.]

Then you...? [Hinata prompts lightly, mouth moving against him in the process, looking up again curiously at Komaeda's face. Isn't he lovely? He is. He's all flushed, too, and that makes Hinata's throat feel tight, his pants tighter and he closes his eyes for a moment to breathe and compose himself.

He curves his fingers around him snugly, moving slowly up and down, his mouth brushing over the tip before his tongue laves, pressing firm over him.]

Nagito? [He's murmuring deliberately.]

Then I... mnn... I know you'll follow through. You never let me down.

[Komaeda manages to get the words out, even if they're soft, roughened by the fact that he's trying to keep himself from just whimpering and moaning and squirming and dissolving into a mess who just needs and wants and feels.

Except that's what he is. His fingers run shakily through Hinata's hair again and again, slipping down along the back of his neck.] It feels... ooh... it feels good.

[And he never will, or he's resolved to never let him down. He doesn't want to do that. Not even in this. Hinata hums softly against him and tightens his fingers at the base of his cock, the muscles and skin of his neck shivering in reaction to Komaeda's fingers.

That's... he's all hyped up, that's why his skin burns at just that touch alone.]

Mmf... [A low hum in reply and then he's moving to slide his mouth down over him, taking him inside without hesitation.]

[Komaeda has so much faith in Hinata that it surprises him when he really thinks about it, nearly floors him really how much he's come to trust and rely on him. Thinking is not exactly his strong suit just now though. His mind is racing and the pleasure thrumming through him is deafening, drowning out his best attempts at thought.]

Oh... like that... it's perfect.

[His hips twitch upwards before he can stop himself, that hot wet mouth on him ruining his restraint, his self control. His fingers curl to drag his nails along the nape of Hinata's neck.]

[Hinata mmhs shortly in approval, even at the bucking up. He just shifts his head to accommodate and glances up again with a goading tilt of his eyebrow up. Go ahead, move some more, he'll gladly move with him.

His fingers curl against thighs, a slow drag of blunt nails, and he rubs his thumbs up the inside of them as his head moves shallowly on him, lips catching and tongue dragging over him.]

[No don't give him permission for that so easily, Hinata. He'll take it! And he does, hips rocking upwards, seeking more and more of that mouth. His fingers slip down Hinata's back, touching anywhere he can reach, just to touch.

The feeling of those hands at his thighs, even through the fabric of his pants is enough to drive him absurdly close to the edge.

But he doesn't want it to end so quickly. So instead he lets his head fall back against the couch, panting and breathless still, face still flushed through with desire.] I'm... I'm so close. Your mouth feels so hot... Hajime...

[Then, it's fine. Hinata wants him to take it. He wants to feel Komaeda moving, striving for more, humming around him softly. His back arches up approvingly into fingers, his own flexing against Komaeda's thighs, trailing up, up his hips and up the front of his shirt.

He glances up, through short bangs, smiles around him and hums encouragingly.

So, what's stopping you? is what his expression says. Who cares if it's quickly, Komaeda should just give in to how it feels. His tongue moves as though to emphasise this, swiping over the tip, dragging all along him.]

[Komaeda thinks it's not fair at all how good Hinata makes him feel, how sexy he is just with the way his back arches, that small reaction. Never mind the rest of everything else.

He knows he can't last now, not when Hinata looks up at him, not with the way he can tell he's smiling.

A shaky whimper slips past his lips and his fingers grip at Hinata's shirt, tugging now.] Ha...Hajime! [And with a cry, he's coming, spilling himself into that mouth.]

[Hinata presses one hand against Komaeda's stomach, curling his nails against skin, the other dropping to grip at and hold his thigh. He makes a low noise around him, fingers flexing, and his throat works as he swallows quickly.

He nuzzles down for a moment, still moving his tongue over him, and the pulls off, breathing rough. Resting his arm against Komaeda's thighs, he tips his head to look up at him.

Smiling, Hinata pulls up his shirt slightly, pressing a gentler kiss to his stomach.]

[Komaeda almost can't meet that gaze because really, does Hinata have an idea what he looks like right now? He's gorgeous and so sexy that it steals all the breath Komaeda has left in his lungs drawing it past his lips in a soft whimpered breath.

His stomach caves, ticklishly, at that sweet kiss.

His fingers drift through Hinata's hair, down to brush over his cheek.] I think you took care of things very thoroughly...

[He tries to sound teasing, but well, it's hard when he's still caught up in the aftershocks of his climax.]

Did I live up to your expectations? [He lifts himself up further until they're on eye-level, lightly inclining his head so that his forehead brushes Komaeda's. And then nuzzles, their noses rubbing together, his hands splaying against Komaeda's hips and squeezing lightly.

He's okay to stay like this for the moment, listening to the roughened sounds of Komaeda's breathing as he starts to calm down.]

Mmhmm. You always do. You never let me down.

[It's pretty amazing really. Being who they are, and still. He doesn't doubt Hinata for a moment, not in this, not in anything. Somewhere along the way, Komaeda has come to rely on him entirely, to be so certain of him.

He smiles now, tilting his chin up to nuzzle at Hinata in return. His sweet boyfriend. He leans up to catch a kiss from his lips.] Do I get a chance to try to live up to yours? [Because boy he thinks that sounds fun.]

[Hinata turns into the kiss with a smile, his teeth moving to catch at Komaeda's lower lip as he's kissed. Just a little teeth, a play-bite, and he pulls back to shiver at the words. His fingers slide up from hips, slightly under his shirt to skim over his stomach.]

...Yeah. You can have all the chances you want, Nagito. [He kisses his jaw and then he moves to slide back from him, settle back on the couch. He's watching Komaeda now, his breaths short with anticipation, wanting.]

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