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[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.]

[Hinata grunts softly-- cuddling would be easier if... well. He reaches down, behind to guide himself out of Komaeda with a tiny gasp. Then, he can pull Komaeda into him proper, resting his cheek against his pale, pale hair.] Mmhmm...

[He sounds absentminded, sleepy.]

'Course. [With a kiss to his hair, he asks quietly,] Want to have a nap and then grab a shower together after that...?

[Well okay in the name of cuddling. Still, Komaeda whimpers softly as Hinata does, shifting his hips up to make it easier before he settles back in -- just in time to be pulled in close.

...ooh showering with Hinata. He perks up a bit at that, peeking up at him.] Mm! Let's do that. That sounds fun.

[Wait.] And probably also efficient... [Except not actually at all with how easily distracted he is in those types of situations.] And then dinner.

[Hinata snorts over his head.] Why was efficient the second one, oi...

[But he's joking, with a tickle of his fingers against the small of Komaeda's back.]

But all right, deal. After showering, dinner.

It's an important concern.

[Komaeda murmurs sleepily, peeking up to see Hinata's expression, eager to see how he looks when he's laughing and teasing like that. He laughs at the brush of those fingers, ticklish as it is. He touches a kiss to the edge of Hinata's jaw, soft and affectionate.]

Good. Then I think we're in agreement. [Which is good because he's starting to feel sleepy and just wants to snuggle himself in as close as he can.]

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