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[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.]

[Hinata makes a small, strangled noise as Komaeda starts to talk, and true to form he does it without batting an eye, does it so effortlessly that Hinata's almost envious. If he could do that... well, maybe eventually.]

Na-- Nagito...

[His hand lifts, covering up his red face. He's flushed right up to his ears, and there's probably a telling twitch of his hips where their hips are pressed together.]

[Maybe it's a bit unkind how much he enjoys making Hinata blush and squirm for him. At least he also thrills at cutting out the teasing and getting to the chase. Eventually. He presses his hips pointedly to Hinata's with a shaky groan becaus he may not be blushing but he is far from unaffected.]

Hajime? [He murmurs softly, coaxingly.] Do you want it too? You should tell me...

[See, Hinata, he'll help coach him through this talking thing. Because Komaeda is a helper. And in the spirit of helping, he reaches out to find one of Hinata's hands, lifting it slowly, gently, up up up to his lips. He touches a brief flutter of a kiss to his fingertips before flicking his tongue along them, toying before he moves to take those fingers into his mouth. Sure they have luge and maybe he'll grab that in a bit but for now this is more fun.]

I can't say it as well as you can, [Hinata breathes out, shivering as that slick tongue moves along his fingertips, and then it's the wet, warm heat of Komaeda's mouth. His fingers twitch before moving to slide over his tongue, catching it between his fingers briefly.]

But I want it. I want to f-feel you...

[He's not so good at dirty talk even yet. But his free hand does move, setting against Komaeda's stomach, purposefully avoiding straying down as his fingers map the shape of his torso up to his chest, tweaking a nipple pointedly with his fingers.]

[He'll teach you one of these days, Hinata. Though he doesn't want him to ruin that sweet blushing thing he does. It's so pretty on him really. Is that wrong to think so? He's smiling around the fingers in his mouth, humming lowly.

Then, he'll let Hinata feel him. He's feeling generous himself, happy to give Hinata whatever it is he may want just now. Or soon. For now he teases his tongue along those fingers before scraping his teeth deliberately, light and playful.

And then distracted by that other hand at his nipple. He gasps, groaning around Hinata's fingers, back arching to press his chest towards the touch. Yes that's fine. More of that is fine. His other hand moves and tangles into Hinata's hair tightly.]

[Hinata's fingers twitch in his mouth when he scrapes his teeth, hissing quietly, a jolt of heat going right down to his cock. He squirms underneath him, arching up as he pinches sharply at Komaeda's nipple, rubbing it roughly between the pads of his fingers.

Especially when he arches his body like that-- Hinata's eyes are drawn to the taut shape of his muscles, and he swallows against a dry mouth.

Shifting his hips, he pushes up against him, a pointed rub of his hips against Komaeda's, as though as a reminder of how they both are right now.]

[Komaeda hardly needs thee reminder really. He's well aware that he's hard and yearning for touch and for more. He lets Hinata's fingers slip from his lips with another whimpered sound.]

Hajime... please...

[He doesn't seem to be worried about how needy and wanton he might seem, pleading for more just now.] Since we both want it... get me ready for you? Please? I can't wait much longer at all to have you inside me.

Edited (ICON!!!!!!!!!) 2015-05-05 01:49 (UTC)

[Hinata swallows, glancing to his saliva-slick fingers... and as tempting as it might be to reach back and use those, he cranes out his other arm, stretches to find the lube in the drawer of the table.

He doesn't want to hurt him--] Y-yeah... come closer to me, Nagito, and lift up your hips?

[While he pops open the cap with his thumb, his other hand encircling Komaeda's waist, his palm sliding smooth over pale skin. Needy and wanton works right now, oh does it, when he wants Komaeda too...]

[Ah... his Hinata, always looking out for him. Something in Komaeda's expression softens for a moment. Really, it's hard not to feel treasured, precious somehow when he's with Hinata. It's still strange, and he's entirely sure that he doesn't deserve it. So maybe part of him would be quite okay if it hurt a little. But Hinata is sweeter than that, and Komaeda smiles a shaky smile as he rises up on his knees, scooting himself closer to Hinata, leaning into him.

He wraps his arms around his shoulders to steady himself, to touch, hands dragging down Hinata's back, nails curing to scrape over skin.] Like this? Is this good, Hajime?

[Because now more than ever, Komaeda is eager to please.]

That's per--fect-- [Hinata's voice hitches in a soft gasp when those nails scrape and he squirms slightly before he manages to open up the bottle and he reaches behind Komaeda. He'll feel the wet, slick (somewhat cold) sensation of it as Hinata unceremoniously pours some down along his ass before sliding his fingers between.

He turns his face into the curve of Komaeda's neck, kissing from this angle as his fingers find his hole, smearing lube over it, covering his fingers before he angles one to push in.]

[A soft startled gasp at the feeling of that cool liquid against his skin, overheated as he already feels. His legs tremble from the force of... he's not even sure, really. Desire? Desperation? Anticipation? Whatever it is, it only builds, rising to a fever pitch as those fingers tease around his entrance as one finally pushed its way inside.]

Ooh... Maybe it's demanding but... please hurry. I can't wait much longer. I think I teased too much.

[At least he admits it, right? Even if he's mostly admitting it because it backfired, wound up stirring him up this much too. Maybe that's just karma. Komaeda drags his nails up Hinata's back, head apping to the side to bare his neck to that attention.]

[Hinata breathes a shaky laugh into his neck, his finger shifting inside of him-- slowly. Not hurried at all.] Just bear with it, Nagito. This is the consequences of your teasing, y'know?

[He punctuates the words with a kiss to Komaeda's throat, a gentle scrape of his teeth against pale skin. His palm rests against his ass as his finger thrusts shallowly, working its way inside.

And the other moves to slide up his front again, stroking, petting gently almost over his stomach up to his chest.]

[No don't laugh at his plight. Oh gosh his plight, Hinata! Why can't you understand? But really what should he expect? He did bring this on himself, and so long as Hinata is touching him at all, he can't really complain too much.

Still that doesn't stop him from squirming, doesn't stop him from whimpering a low, pleading sound as Hinata presses that finger deeper inside. He wiggles back against his, fingers finding their way up to tangle into Hinata's hair.]

Aren't you impatient too? [He asks breathlessly, like he can somehow debate his way into getting what he wants faster. Prepare your evidence bullets, Hinata! Except Komaeda is entirely distracted and not at the top of his game for debate right now so it'll probably be okay.]

[Hinata grunts softly as those fingers tangle in his hair, his head pushing into the pleasant pressure of those fingers. His finger does push deeper in that moment, a second making circles around the rim of his hole.]

I am, but... I kinda like seeing you like this. [He kisses the front of Komaeda's neck now, nibbling his way down gently, breathing in as if to gulp down the scent of him.] And, I don't want to hurt you.

[Komaeda can't sit still, can't stop wiggling back against that finger, eager for more and not hiding it. He peeks down at Hinata with a sulky pout tugging at his lips.] You won't. You never hurt me, and I want you so bad. I just want to feel you, Hajime. All of you.

[A low groan and he shifts, moving to reach for the lube that Hinata found earlier. He pours a good bit over his fingers before reaching down between them to wrap around Hinata's cock -- helping get things ready, of course, but mostly hoping to make it harder for Hinata to wait too.] All of this.

[Komaeda sure knows how to play him, rile him up, but Hinata's not going to give in or concede on this, not when the cost is how much Komaeda will enjoy it. That sulky pout is also convincing, but he takes his time easing his second finger inside of him.

He fights his hardest to keep his hips still, his breaths hitching into soft panting...]

I never hurt you 'c-cause I... take the time... nngh, Nagito...

[He's been practicing riling HInata up for a while now, enjoys being able to get him going, after all. Mostly he enjoys anything that involves Hinata if he's being honest with himself.

Another soft, trembling groan as that second finger joins the first. It's good, so very good, but it's nowhere near enough get]

Or maybe it's because I want you too much for it to hurt. [Is that how it works? Maybe? Komaeda tightens his fingers around Hinata's dick, still stroking at him.]

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