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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.]

[Komaeda's lips pull into a smile as Hinata meets that kiss, as that arm comes around him. It's nice to be held. He never realized how much he wanted, how much he needed, something like this in his life. Sometimes it's scary to think about it, how much he's come to need and yearn for the closeness.

RIght now there's no fear though. Right now there's only the warmth of it all through him,t he pressure of those lips.

And he will take care of Hinata, especially tonight. His arms slip around the other's waist, pressing himself close, like he can eliminate all space between their bodies even as his lips part, tongue flicking along Hinata's lower lip.]

[Hinata leans forward against him at the same time Komaeda presses in, breathing in slightly the moment Komaeda goes to deepen the kiss. His fingers comb through his hair, down to his neck, palm cupping against the side of it as he breathes out to his mouth, content.

--but, even as content as he is... He shifts against him, his tongue flicking out against Komaeda's invitingly as he takes a step backward.

Back toward the bed.]

[Komaeda will follow because he's not planning on letting there be any actual space put back between them now that he has Hinata this close. His thoughts are swimming, but it's a pleasant swimming, a light and floating feeling, enveloped in the warmth that's becoming hotter and hotter, turning into a definite and yearning heat.

He takes that invitation his tongue slipping along Hinata's to slip past his lips, dip into his mouth and taste him with a low hum of approval.

His arms tighten around him, slipping up below the fabric of his shirt again. Really it just needs to come off, so he starts pushing it upwards.]

Hnn. [Hinata makes a muffled noise into his mouth, rolling his shoulders slightly and moving his hands between them instead. He puts them over Komaeda's, urging him to take his hands out so that he can take care of the last few buttons, let it slide from his shoulders.

There. Better, isn't it? Except, Komaeda's still got his shirt on, and that's going to fast get old. Hinata twists one hand in the front of it, leaning into their kiss again to brush his teeth lightly over that exploring tongue.]

[Komaeda won't argue any action or strategy that involves Hinata taking off his shirt. Komaeda is not a stupid man, after all. Many things, but not stupid. His hands slip away just long enough to allow that shirt to be shed and then they're back on Hinata, fingers running eagerly over warm skin, up his chest, the bare bit of space that exists between them.

He feels light headed somehow. Maybe it's the kiss, the sharp catch of those teeth at his tongue that has him muffling a soft shaky groan to Hinata's lips even as he continues to make his way blindly with him towards the bed. All at once he breaks away from that kiss with a damp pant, arms moving to wrap around une Hinata as he half stumbles into him, quite literally weak in the knees in the wake of how much he wants him, how stirred up he is.]

Hajime... I... [Words are too hard just now. Sorry.]

[The first touch of fingers against bare skin is electric, and muscle jerks sharply under Komaeda's fingers, Hinata's breath sucking in sharp through his nose. When Komaeda stumbles into him, he's not ready, and he finds his balance teetering, but thankfully there's a bed behind them--

'Cause he's going down, falling back on the bed with a gasp, one hand still fisted in Komaeda's shirt and probably towing him right along.

He blinks a few times from here, not sure what happened.] Ah...

[Well, that's about par for the course for his luck. What bad luck tripping and falling over! But what good luck to wind up falling straight into bed with your shirtless boyfriend.

Komaeda manages to put an arm out, to brace himself against the bed so not all his weights winds up on top of HInata. But here he is, on top of him, half straddling. Despite himself he laughs, quiet and breathless.]

Sorry. I think that may have been my fault... [But he doesn't sound all that sorry. Maybe because he's already leaning in to reclaim Hinata's lips. He won't let a change of venue interrupt kissing.]

[May have he says-- Hinata goes to tell him that it definitely was, wants to tease, but that's probably not as important as kissing him. His chin tilts, his hands lifting to press his fingers into pale hair, twirling strands snugly about his fingers.

He mmms softly as their lips press, his legs shifting under him but he's definitely kind of snugly straddled here. He could even stand to put more of his weight on Hinata..]

[Gravity and lust deserve some of the blame, Hinata. That's just fact. But whoever may be to blame, whatever caused this, Komaeda rather likes it. Those fingers in his hair have his eyes drifting mostly shut, heavy-lidded as he looks down at him, closing entirely as he disappears entirely into that kiss.

He resettles himself in closer, draping more on top of Hinata, lowering down and nibbling at his lips playfully now.

Yeah this is definitely okay with him. He may also be shifting so that he can press his hips to Hinata's now, rock against him.]

[There's a short sound at that, muffled and pleased, Hinata's lips parting under those playful nibbles and his hips arching. Unsurprisingly, the grind of their hips with fabric in the way has him muffling a groan of faint frustration and bucking up, looking for more friction.

His hands slide, down from his hair and along his back, finding his shirt again, dropping down to the hem of it. They'll have to break their kiss for a moment, but he moves to pull it off of him--]

[Komaeda shares the frustration, but there's always something delicious about it anyway, the build up, the way the desire stokes its own fire, burning hotter and hotter in him.

This is what it's like to want someone completely, isn't it? It's thrilling. It always is.

He shivers as his shirt is pulled up, as he feels the cooler air against his heated skin. And eve if it means breaking away from Hinata's lips, he does so with a soft gasp just long enough so that his shirt can finish being pulled off.]

Better. [He pronounces, definitively.] But not enough. [Pants his eyes are on you next.]

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