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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.]

[Hinata slumps back on the bed to look up at him, spread his fingers apart against Komaeda's stomach. His fingers trace deliberate and soft up over pale skin, scraping with a small press of nails, and Hinata's throat moves in a small swallow.

--sometimes, he remembers just how gorgeous Komaeda is.]

Then, time to take care of the rest? [With a shaky smile.]

[Komaeda's stomach caves beneath that touch, and he shifts, squirming against HInata for a moment before he shifts, up and back enough that he acn reach down to find the button and zipper to his pants, unfastening them with hands that can't quite seem to help but tremble in their eagerness.]

Mmhmm. I'll do my best, darling.

[His very best. He always gives Hinata his all, whenever he can. So he gets those pants unfastened and begins moving to slip them down from Hinata's hips, fingers deliberately dragging down his thighs, his calves, straight down until he can slips his pants off entirely and turn his attention to Hinata's boxers.]

[Exhaling a quiet sound, Hinata shifts his hips to make it easier for Komaeda, gaze fixed on him and lips slightly parted. He's so absorbed in watching him that he forgets that he should be helping out too.

So he braces himself with one elbow, moving the other to start to fumble at his button and zipper, to coax them down--]

[It's okay, Hinata. Komaeda will take care of it all if you forget to help. Komaeda shivers now as he feels that fumbling though. That's good too. He squirms though, moving to rid Hinata of his boxers as well, eager and probably not making things for Hinata's helping all that easy.]

Hajime...

[Now he can run his hands up his thighs, teasing along the inside of them before deliberately skirting around his dick.] You're really gorgeous, you know. It doesn't seem fair sometimes. [How is he supposed to ever think straight? But now that Hinata is naked, he can see about squirming and wiggling his way out of his own pants and underwear -- something that is a process and made more difficult by the fact that he doesn't want to move from where he's still straddling Hinata.]

Edited 2015-04-29 03:49 (UTC)

[Hinata bites his back teeth together hard around a strained nnn because damn it, Komaeda, don't just skirt around him like that. He can feel himself twitching in his pants and his cheeks heat up at it, his sigh shaky.]

I don't wanna hear that from you, [he grumbles lightly at him, given Komaeda's not one to talk! Playful grumbling.

But he leans back to watch Komaeda struggle out of his pants and boxers, making a soft sound if he happens to accidentally graze Hinata. Yes, accidentally, surely.]

[So accidentally. So entirely accidentally that once he's gotten both their clothes taken care of, he's fitting himself right up against Hinata so that every move he makes brings their cocks brushing against one another. And it's good but infuriating, Komaeda thinks. He wants more already, and even his patience for teasing of his own making is wearing thin, frayed and ready to snap.

He does summon up a soft sigh.] Mm... don't tell me there's someone else you want to hear it from, darling. [His heart would never recover! But he teases, the smile on his lips betraying this fact despite his best attempts at acting pouty.] O le maybe there's something else you'd like to hear from me better? Like how much I want you inside me? How it's driving me crazy even imagining sitting on your big cock. [True to form, Komaeda lets all these words tumble past his lips without even the faintest blush.]

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