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[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.]

[Hinata shivers... When he says it like that...

Reminding himself to keep calm, he spreads his fingers inside of him, his hand moving still. They've done this enough that he can recognise when Komaeda's getting close to being ready, when it definitely won't hurt him. And that, that familiarity, makes his stomach heat again, but with affection too.]

I think... hah.. [...think what? He can't remember. Too busy bucking his hips up.] ...you're ready now...

[Well yes that's part of the plan, after all. Calm is no fun. He really wants to drive Hinata crazy, that's the goal here. Just, crazy in the good way this time. That's not horrible, right? But the feeling of those fingers inside him is driving him crazy. It feels good, every accidental brush against his prostate, the way they stretch him slowly open.

He wants more, needs more, and when Hinata says that, he's nodding eagerly, desperately.] I'm ready, Hinata. I'm ready for you. Put it in me?

[So demanding! All the time!] Please?

[Hinata shivers and shakes his head-- he doesn't even need to give that please, Hinata's already moving his hands, sliding his fingers out of him. His hands grip at hips, his head tipping so that he can kiss all along Komaeda's cheeks, down his jaw to his chin.

He murmurs a vague sound that seems to be a "closer" as he pushes up, his cock sliding along his ass before he angles and pushes up, until he can feel that tightness closing around him--]

[Komaeda's eyes drift shut now as those kisses fall on his skin, overwhelmed with just how wanted he feels right now. It's a softer, warmer feeling than the white-hot lust that's got him unable to keep still. Especially as he feels the way Hinata's arousal slides along his ass, feels the first bit begin to push inside, feels the way his own body stretches, yields to it.]

Hajime... [He nearly purrs his voice in approval, shifting closer eagerly and not hesitating to rock his hips down, eager for more, impqling himself on that cock. A whimpered sound of pleasure is torn from his lips, arms moving to wrap around Hinata's shoulders, cling to him to steady himself as he comes to rest in his lap, the other's dick fully buried inside him.] There... Is it good, darling? You're inside me... Even if I was ready you feel so big. It feels so good. [He may just keep talking at this rate unless he's stopped. Sorry Hinata.]

[He is still talking, and Hinata's face is flooding hot, an embarrassing hitching note to his voice by the time he's groaning, pushing that little bit to be flush inside him. He pushes his face against Komaeda's shoulders as those words fall down on him and squirms before he's leaning up.

And he kisses him, firmly, hand cupping both sides of his face as he pushes into the kiss-- demanding, wanting, with a small scrape of his teeth and the pressure of his tongue pushing at his lips.]

[Komaeda's arms tighten around him securely as Hinata nudges that much deeper inside him. He meets that kiss all too eagerly, even if it startles him at first, the intensity of it. But oh he feels it too, and he gasps softly, lips parting to allow that kiss deeper, welcome it.

His tongue slides along Hinata's, coaxing it into his mouth so he can taste him properly, disappear entirely into that kiss.

He rolls his hips gently, squirming more than anything, in Hinata's lap, not quite rising off him just yet, but testing, enjoying the feeling of having Hinata inside him.]

[Hinata's groan is caught up in his mouth-- just what he'd wanted, to quiet them both but make it so they can still feel the sounds each other are making. His thumbs rub over Komaeda's cheeks, stroking as he holds at his face, angles his head to flick his tongue further into his mouth.

After a moment, his own hips shift, rocking up in a shallow thrust, a shock of pleasure darting down his back. His body trembles from it, even, and he braces himself more so he can push up again, paying attention to Komaeda's reactions even as he tries to split it between this and their kiss--]

[Komaeda likes it too, being able to feel the sounds he makes, losing himself in the kiss just as much as the feeling of Hinata moving inside him. When Hinata's hips rock up, Komaeda's voice rises sharply, a startled, pleasured sound that echoes when Hinata pushes up into him again.

He starts to move then too, hips moving to match those motions, to rise up and then fall back on Hinata's cock as the other rocks against him, rolling his hips to take him deeply each time, out of his mind with how good it feels to be this close -- close as they can be, when Hinata is buried inside him, when he can taste his lips and feel those hands on him, that body against him. It's perfect. It's all he wants he thinks.]

[Hinata chases after his lips desperately, like he's hungry to taste the sounds that Komaeda makes. The first motion Komaeda makes to move with him has him shivering sharply, his hands wandering along his body, shifting restlessly like he can't figure out where to touch when there's just so much he can.

Eventually, his palms drag up his chest, his thumbs dragging over nipples, catching them and pinching firmly as his tongue presses past Komaeda's lips again, sweeping.]

[Komaeda doesn't care how or where Hinata touches him so long as those hands are on him. Somehow he's found something like this in his life, and it never ceases to be amazing to him that it's okay for him to have it. That Hinata is really here with him, wanting him.

But it's hard to hold onto those thoughts, or any thoughts. THey all just race through his mind in the torrent of pleasure that rushes through him like a river over rapids. His chest arches towards those hands and even if he doesn't want to, he has to break away from that kiss to gasp for air, a thread of moisture still clinging between their lips.

His back arches and he leans back so he can angle his hips down harder, crying out Hinata's name again and again, his favorite litany.] Hajime... Hajime... I love you... [His own hands drag fitfully down Hinata's chest, tracing over the definition of pectorals.]

[Hinata's gasp for breath is ragged and he licks that clinging thread of moisture from their lips, staring at Komaeda's mouth. But then he's burying his face in his neck, wanting to hear him cry out as he gets closer, that knot of tension coiling too tight in his stomach.

He kisses his neck, nuzzling feverishly against his skin.]

I love you too, Nagito... [He drops one hand down, down between his thighs to fist his cock in a hand, stroking at him in long, coaxing pulls. He wants him to come first, wants to always be the one to make him feel good, more than anything else.]

[Komaeda's eyes flutter before settling mostly shut. His hands move up to bury in HInata's hair, holding him close as he feels those lips at his neck. His breath catches with each movement he makes, each stroke of Hinata's hand over his cock.

No there's no way he can last now. The pleasure is building hot and heavy, pooling low in his stomach, at the base of his spine before he stiffens in Hinata's lap, crying out in a wordless, blissful sound as he comes, hip twitching as he spills himself, undoubtedly making a bit of a mess of Hinata's fingers, of both their stomachs.

But he won't be the only one to find his release; he's determined. And he tightens himself around the cock inside him, driving his hips against Hinata's all the harder.]

Nn... [Hinata's breath feels like it's squeezed out of him too, something in his mind going blank. He slides both hands around to Komaeda's back, clinging to him as he buries his face further in his neck, gasping his name raggedly as he comes with a jerk of his hips.

Feeling suddenly weak, he slumps his weight forward, resting against Komaeda as his back heaves with ragged breaths.]

[Komaeda pants, trying to catch his breath back to him where it's been stolen from him entirely. His arms move to wrap around Hinata, to hold him close, hands smoothing gently and soothingly over his back slowly.]

You know... I really love being with you. [He whispers the words, like they're some sort of secret. They're clearly not, but maybe he doesn't want his luck to hear. At all. Because there's never been luck this good for him, he thinks, and what could possibly balance it out?

Part of him worries that it's the final rush before his luck finally kills him -- that he finally has reasons, compelling reasons -- to want to live, even being who he is, what he is. But he tries not to think of it, especially not now, when he's still shivering as smaller aftershocks of pleasure race through him. So once more he brushes them aside.] Being close to you.

[Hinata's muscles slowly relax, warm when Komaeda runs his hands over them... and he lets himself tip backward. He's bringing Komaeda back with him, a weight to settle atop him as he slides his palms around his waist and just holds loosely at him as sweat cools on his skin.]

I do too, [he murmurs back to him.]

Always. [He rubs his palm against the small of his back.] Do you feel good?

[Komaera is all too happy to settle in atop Hinata, as best he can anyway considering that he's still straddling his hips, still has the other's length buried inside him. But he's not ready to give up an inch of that close as yet, not when his skin is still tingling and his heart is still racing.

But he is happy to soak up the wamrth and that touch at his back. He turns his head and nuzzles his way up against Hinata's neck. He'll just make himself comfortable. That's fine right?] I feel really good. You do too don't you?

[He feels too good really. And sleepy. But he still fully intends on taking care of Hinata and making sure he gets a good dinner. But maybe after snuggling and dozing for a bit.]

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