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[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.]

[Komaeda gasps softly at the feeling of teeth. Oooh it's nice, so Komaeda is leaning after those lips even as Hinata draws back. He squirms beneath that touch now with a pleasured sigh.]

Oh? Then I'll make sure to give it my best. [In all his chances! And he'll take this one, watching as Hinata goes and settles back. There. Good. He reaches over without hesitating, fingertips touching along the front of Hinata's pants, tracing over the shape of his arousal through the fabric, light and teasing for now.]

I wonder how I should start...

[Hinata clenches his hand slightly on the couch cushion next to him, watching Komaeda, ready-- for teasing, apparently. His eyes clench shut and he makes a soft noise of protest (do more, don't tease), his legs slowly widening, fabric pulling tighter.]

I'm... sure you already know exactly how to start, [he half-grumbles. The other half is breathlessness, his breathing shaky.

Komaeda's doing it on purpose but, well, Hinata teased him first, so is this payback...?]

Well I have a few different ideas.

[That's all. A few different ideas about what he could do, what he wants to do. It's hard to choose. So for now he molds his hand more firmly against the front of Hinata's pants, kneading at his arousal through the fabric now.]

My Hajime... Don't sound so grumbly. I'll give you what you want, I promise.

[His fingers move to find the button to his pants, thumbing it open before tugging his zipper slowly down.]

Hhn... [Even if it's through pants, it's enough to make Hinata twitch in reaction, his eyebrows furrowing and his teeth biting down on his lower lip. What a tease. But Hinata likes it. Though-- that's a secret.

Even if it's not much of one.]

I'm not... ah... grumbly... [He's a little grumbly, but he's so turned on that he can't help it, watching Komaeda opening up his pants with anticipation, the sound of that zipper dragging down so loud and still so, so slow.]

[Komaeda knows. Don't think he doesn't! OR well maybe he just really really hopes that Hinata does because he sure likes teasing Hinata. This is probably also not a secret at all, if he's being honest with himself.

But teasing can only go so long. So he does ease that zipper down fully, slipping his hand inside to draw his arousal free now.]

No? My mistake then. I'm sorry, Hajime... let me try to make it up to you. [He wraps his fingers around his cock, stroking him slowly.]

[Hinata's definitely noticed by now. Komaeda's love of teasing him. He grunts as he twines his fingers through pale hair, tightening it taut around them.] Please...d-do...

[His voice stutters and his hips move in a sharp jerk.]

Nagito...

[Komaeda's lips stretch into a smile. Well now that Hinata has said please, there's no way that he can deny him, right? Not that he planned on denying him to begin with anyway. His hand teases down along his length, down to play with his balls for a moment. Okay no wait still teasing.

But he's stopping now, with the teasing.

So then he's shifting off the couch, moving to settle himself comfortably on his knees in front of Hinata, urging his legs apart so he can scoot his way in between them, finding a good angle to lean in and begin licking his way up along the other's dick.]

[By the time Komaeda stops teasing, Hinata's feeling breathless and impatient, so it's probably for the best in his case that he relents. He grunts and tangles his hand tighter in Komaeda's hair, watching him kneel in front of him as a small lump lodges in his throat.

There... he is. It always stuns him to watch something like this...]

Hah... are your knees... okay? [Hinata's voice trembles as his hips twitch, rocking very slightly.]

[Komaeda is mouthing at the other's cock as he hears that question, peeking up at him with a smile threatening his lips.] Mm... they're fine. It's good like this, isn't it?

[He thinks so anyway. Good access. And with that he's going to stop conversing and go back to what he came down here to do, wrapping his lips around the head of the other's arousal and suckling lightly, teasingly.

His hands settle on Hinata's thighs, running up and down the inside of them as he takes him further into his mouth.]

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