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[An embarrassed, yet somehow relieved, laugh as Komaeda says those words, like an echo of what he wrote on the card. All formal. He steps in closer and ducks his head down to his shoulder for a moment.]

Of course as a date. [He glances sidelong at his face.]

...and yeah, we'll dance too. Together. [Hinata clears his throat, reddening all over again.]

[Dancing! Dancing with Hinata! This is by far the most exciting day of his entire life somehow. His hand lifts to ruffle through Hinata's hair, turning his head to nuzzle into dark strands.]

Good! I really want to! [A slow dance too! You hear him!] Hajime...

[More nuzzling.] You smell really good.

[Don't worry-- he'll slow dance with you, Komaeda! Hinata does go still and quiet when he's nuzzled, though, when Komaeda comments on how he smells. He feels like a blush is even crawling down to his neck.]

Nagito, [he mumbles, placing his hands on his sides.] That's just... 'cause I showered at the gym before I came home.

[It will be a magical night. Seriously. Komaeda has never been to a fancy ball. Certainly not with a date. And he thinks back onto what they talked about not long before, about not keeping what they are to each other a secret. So then it really is okay for them to be sen out together as dates, right?

Another nuzzle and his own arms slip around Hinata, hands splaying up along his back.] Oh? Is that why? That's a good reason why...

[Yeah don't mind how distracted he sounds. He can't help it. Hinata really does smell good. And feel good. Hmm.]

--we were talking about that dance, y'know.

[Hinata's mumbling as Komaeda nuzzles him again, as he feels those fingers spreading against his back. Komaeda will get to feel muscle shifting even through the fabric of shirt as Hinata moves his weight from foot to foot, feeling warm where Komaeda nuzzles-- he's not super bulky, but working out every day and keeping himself all trained up does good things for him.

He lets his fingers slide up Komaeda's back, patting as though to draw his attention.] We'll have to go get formal clothes before it.

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We were. I'm already excited about it. Though I'm not very good at dancing.

[Or anything. But Hinata knows that. And Komaeda is distracting himself just now because oooh yes he can feel the contours of muscle and the bones of his shoulder blades even through the fabric of his shirt.

Mm... shirt's in the way though. He could feel better without it.

So he's going to help himself to dragging it untucked now.] We will. We'll have to go shopping, right? [He sounds distracted though.]

I feel like you're not paying that much attention to thinking about it even if we will...

[Hinata sighs lightly as his shirt is untucked, though he doesn't really try to stop him either, shifting a bit. He drapes one of his arms over one of Komaeda's shoulders, lifting an eyebrow at him.]

What're you planning on doing with my shirt, Nagito?

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I'm thinking a lot about it! But I guess I am a little distracted.

[By the fact that Hinata smells really good. And feels so warm. And oops he's pulling his shirt further up, fingertips finding their way down to touch over now-bared skin at the small of his back.]

I'm not planning on doing anything with it. In fact it's mostly in the way. [Shirt is not his goal. Shirt is in the way of his goal!]

[Hinata just lifts his eyebrow higher. A little, oi, that's a complete understatement... His breath hitches, though, his eyelids going half-shut as Komaeda touches him. He makes a soft sound in the back of his throat.]

Don't tell me you're planning on taking it off...

[He plucks absently at hair at the back of Komaeda's head.]

[Shh not an understatement. That is only a little distracted. He could be a lot more distracted. He kind of feels like he could be a lot more distracted without too much effort here, Hinata. He's on his way to it anyway.]

I'm considering it. Are you objecting?

[Don't object, Hinata. Let him. It'll be fun.] Because I really want to. [Hinata smells so good. And Komaeda kind of wants to just taste his skin. A little. Look, Hinata is all gymmed and showered and he gave him flowers and asked him out romantically, how is a guy not supposed to be turned on with all that?]

Did I sound like I was objecting?

[Hinata's actually tipping his chin up, his neck a smooth arched line of muscle (except for faint scars from back in Haven, barely visible after all that time), as though Komaeda needs all that room to work with when... he definitely doesn't.

His hand combs through the hair at the back of his head, and his other hand raises, popping free the top two buttons of his shirt. Invitation.] I wouldn't mind anyway, if you wanted to so badly.

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Just making sure, darling.

[Komaeda murmurs quietly, deciding that the pet name is appropriate enough given the circumstances. And given the romantic gestures earlier. His fingertips drift up along Hinata's back, curling so that his nails drag up over his skin, just sharp enough for Hinata to really feel it.]

You're always very generous to me... [He murmurs in distracted appreciation, far too caught up by the pretty line of his neck, lips and tongue and teeth mapping their way up it in a series of playful nibbles, soothed by slow drags of his tongue.]

[Hinata feels his ears heating at the pet name, a tiny sound slipping out past his lips. Embarrassing guy... But he doesn't dissuade it either as his stomach tightens sharply, his breath hitching as nails drag over his back.

He shifts his stance, his head cocking more to one side as Komaeda's mouth goes to work.]

I'm the one getting all the attention here, [he comments in a shaky voice.] So I think you've got it kinda backwards.

[Komaeda's lips stretch into a smile against Hinata's skin, lingering there a long moment before his teeth scrape over his neck once more, harder, sharper than before. All right so he's an embarrassing sort of guy. He can't help that he likes saying these things, can't help how much he also enjoys making Hinata blush. He lifts his head to peek at the other with an undeniably heated expression in pale eyes.]

No I think I've got it exactly right. You're very generous, letting me touch you like this. Being so good to me.

[He plucks the flower he'd earlier tucked into Hinata's button-hole from its place deftly, twirling it absently between his fingers before deliberately brushing the petals softly along the other boy's lower lip.] Giving me flowers. No one has ever gotten me flowers before.

[His other hand shits further up Hinata's back, slipping below the fabric of his shirt as it does.]

[Hinata can feel his throat tightening, his body flushing hot, lips parting as if to gasp, but he's silenced by soft petals sliding over his lower lip.] S-- so the flowers had something to do with this?

[This, this seductiveness right here and he doesn't even know if Komaeda is trying. He doesn't really even have to try. Does it just come to him naturally?

His hips shift, back curving, arching toward the glide of Komaeda's fingers finally over his skin. They're almost cool, when he feels so flushed, and Komaeda will feel a subtle excited tremor in the skin and muscle his hand moves over.]

Of course. That kind of romantic gesture, isn't it supposed to make you feel special and swept off your feet?

[Because it did. Also apparently a bit on the turned on and ready to pounce Hinata. But that is also something he can blame on the fact that Hinata strolled in all fresh and showered and gorgeous.

Really. This is his own fault.

Komaeda thrills, feels a rush of heat through him at how he can feel that tremor beneath his fingertips, and he presses tighter to it, his other hand dragging that flower slowly down Hinata's jaw, the pretty line of his neck he'd been kissing and nibbling at before.]

Mm... Well, that's what I was going for... mostly the special part, I didn't know how easy you'd be to sweep off your feet. [Hinata's neck shivers, muscle tightening sharply as that flower brushes along his skin. Wow, this is completely unfair, and Komaeda shouldn't be allowed to stir him up just... just doing that...

Right? He shouldn't?

He squirms, his hands gripping at Komaeda's back, his breath leaving him in ragged puff.]

Are you really complaining that I'm easy? [Komaeda quips gently, still teasing those flower petals along his skin, enjoying the way he shivers, the way he can see Hinata react.

It's nice, isn't it? He likes being able to stir him up. A lot. It's exciting all by itself. He leans close to catch Hinata's lips in a brief kiss, intending to speak but instead leaning in to steal another kiss. And then another.

Okay no wait he had something to say. He's gone and made himself breathless when he finally does find his voice though,] Let's go to bed...

[Hinata just laughs at the quip, even as his cheeks redden further. Damn it, he's getting all stirred up because Komaeda's teasing him with a flower, what is this--]

Not complaining, oi... If anything, I'm probably impressed by how much you are.

[He's teasing, but he can feel his stomach leaping up to his throat from the words.] B... bed... already?

[It's perfect! It's all according to plan. That's what it is. Sort of. Komaeda is making up the plan as he goes, but so far it seems to be going well. He's running entirely on instinct right now, but that's natural when it's with Hinata. He's the one person he feels comfortable around without reservation these days. It's remarkable how far they've come.

A laugh slips past his lips at the teasing, and he reaches out a hand to hook his fingers in Hinata's collar tugging to urge him along.]

Not for the night. I know you must have had a long day at work, so I'll make sure you get fed later. [He'll take care of you, Hinata. He promises.]

[Hinata hums shortly as his collar is tugged, his cheeks flaring up red. Komaeda's going to make sure of that? It sounds like he's going to wind up taken care of tonight-- and that makes his stomach tighten, fluttering almost as much as everything else has until now.

So he follows, as though on a lead, laughing a bit.]

Well, glad to know you're planning on looking out for me.

Of course. I'm going to look out for you tonight especially.

[Yup. He's going to take care of him. Maybe spoil his boyfriend just a bit, because Hinata has been tremendously sweet and romantic today. And is also tremendously sexy right now and Komaeda also plans to ruin all that effort he put into showering. Oops.

Getting dirty is fun anyway. So he tugs gently, leading Hinata along, back towards their bedroom.]

[Hinata laughs quietly as he's pulled along still, walking after him into the bedroom. He's still red in the face but he's watching Komaeda, his interest bright in his eyes.]

Maybe I should surprise you with flowers more often.

[He's teasing, maybe... Maybe not.]

[Komaeda just laughs now, a low, roughened laugh. He's kind of stirred up right now too, and well, he lifts an eyebrow.] Mm. Maybe so. After all, that sort of romantic gesture should definitely be rewarded. I think...

[Something like that. Seriously though Hinata got him flowers and that's so exciting and sweet and romantic and he's still so stupidly happy about it, so touched by the flowers and the invitation -- the fact that Hinata really does want to bring him to a party, no matter who else might be there. That they can go together as a date.

He stops at the door to their room, slipping his fingers from hinata's collar and settling his hand against the side of his neck. His thumb strokes along his jaw soft and affectionate.] My Hajime... [He murmurs quietly, affectionately, even as he leans in to steal another kiss.]

[Hinata can feel something melting, right into warmth, when Komaeda says his name. He's sighing out Komaeda's name in turn just before their lips come together, one of his arms raising to wrap around his shoulders, fingers pressing against the space in-between his shoulders.

All his. Right here, right now.

He's gone all pliant, happy to be taken care of if it's by Komaeda.]

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