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And here we-- go!

[Hinata is shirtless (too hot hot damn no he really is rather built, though that waist of his still tends to be on the trim side) and wiping sweat from his brow as he steps back from his creation. It's a grass hut of sorts, made out of leaves, fronds, and snaking vines. It's a lot like Flynn's, thanks to Flynn letting him look at his own place.

It's not luxurious but it is livable, and he pops his head inside to look around, feeling proud of himself. Nodding to himself, Hinata props his hands against his hips and glances around for Komaeda.]

[So. The jungle does have its perks. Komaeda can't quite stop that thought from cropping up as he glances over to watch Hinata finishing his impressive feat of jungle architecture. The shirtless look works for him. OR at least it works for Komaeda... who is probably supposed to be doing something.

...what was he doing again?

Oh right! Gathering up softer, dryer looking foliage to line the floor of their new abode. So his arms are at least half full when he realizes Hinata's looking at him. Blink.]

It's sort of cute, Hajime. [Cute grass hut home away from home.]

[He'd be pretty okay with knowing it works for Komaeda.

His expression softens into a smile when Komaeda comes closer, turning his way to come over and help.]

Cute... I guess so. I just hope it's comfortable. It's what we'll have to manage with for now.

[ROUGHING IT.]

[Well it does. And Komaeda is watching. And it's going to get obvious, because he's not a subtle boy at the best of times. He shakes his head at Hinata's worrying about comfort.]

It looks more comfortable than places we stayed in Haven sometimes, doesn't it?

[He stands up and steps closer.] We'll definitely manage.

[Hinata nods with a little laugh, reaching out to him.]

That's for sure. We'll go look around for some food later, too.

[Catch some ALIEN FISH.] There's a river not far away from here. We can wash up our clothes, too.

That's a good idea, though we'll have to be careful. Since it's an alien planet, deciding what's safe to eat and what isn't might be more challenging than it would be otherwise.

[Komaeda figures they'll manage that too. He has a lot of faith in Hinata's skills, after all.]

Laundry and everything. It's starting to get really luxurious. [He laughs quietly, and maybe because he can't quite help it, he shifts what he's carrying to one arm so he can reach out a hand to settle against Hinata's bare chest.

Hi, Hinata. Don't mind him.]

[You know, he was going to say something and then hand at his chest-- his own hand stops in motion, probably about to ruffle Komaeda's hair or touch him gently, hovering there as he looks down curiously.

Ah. Warm. Even warmer because it's still humid.]

Nagito?

[He leans forward, lightly, into his hand.]

[Komaeda looks startled at the sound of his name. Oops. Right. He got distracted. Sorry. He's here now. Though his hand lingers for a long moment before trailing down, slowly, down to follow the contours of skin and bone and muscle, down over his ribcage, his stomach.]

Hmm?

[And then his best and brightest most innocent smile.] Sorry, Hajime. I keep getting really distracted. But it's not exactly my fault.

[Hinata, well, he shivers. He sucks in his breath all at once, fidgeting underneath Komaeda's fingertips, a faint flush creeping up on his cheeks.]

--So, this is my fault again?

[Is it the half-naked thing? It seems to be the half-naked thing.]

That's what I'm hinting at. I was hoping you'd be gracious enough not to make me say it out loud at least.

[The heaviest sigh, fingertips still tracing their way over bare skin. It's like an invitation, Hinata. He can't not take it that would be rude.

He does do his best to look put out by this, however.]

[Hinata swallows thickly, glancing down to where Komaeda's fingertips are moving. The touch is very light, but it gives him shivers, right down to his toes curling in his shoes.

He moves to set a hand at Komaeda's neck, curling it into the ends of his pale hair.]

--Nagito. [Well, he was probably leading up to something there but it gets cut off, namely because he's moving to kiss him.]

[His gaze has dropped to following the path his fingers are taking, roaming without bothering to disguise that he's looking, and enjoying what eh's looking at.

The touch and the sound of his name draws his attention though, and he looks up curiously, right in time to see that kiss coming and meet it eagerly. So what if they're stranded in the jungle with no warning and no preparation? He's with his hot, shirtless boyfriend who just built them a cute jungle hut. They're together and both in one piece. Life could be worse.

A soft hum as he melts into him entirely.]

[He'd worry about getting Komaeda damp because of his sweat but right now, Komaeda doesn't seem to mind. So pressing close it is, dropping one of his hands, circling it about to Komaeda's back. He presses his palm there, fingers spreading.

Hinata closes his eyes, switching up the angle of their kiss, just a little bit deeper.]

[Yeah. Not worried about that. Opposite of worried about that. Very appreciative of sweaty Hinata right now.

His hand settles against Hinata's chest, just above where he imagines he can feel his heartbeat, other arm looping its way about his shoulders.

Another low, appreciative sound, lips parting.

And even an air element can feel a little breathless in the jungle under these circumstances.]

[Hinata smiles into his mouth (just for a moment, smiling gets in the way of kissing!) and tips his head to trace his tongue over his parted lips. Then, just inside of one before sliding into his mouth.

His hands move their way up over Komaeda's back, slow, pressing firmly along the bumps of his spine.]

[Yes yes smile later gosh. Except Komaeda won't complain. It's strange, isn't it? To be kissing in the middle of a strange jungle? But really, somehow it doesn't seem all that bad at the moment at least.

He may be biased by that hand tracing up his back.

Another step in closer, and despite what he might wish, he needs to draw back to take a breath, to murmur Hinata's name to his lips.] Thanks for building a shelter, Hajime...

Y-- you're welcome.

[He blushes at the thanks, dropping his gaze, perhaps remembering where they are and their situation... Though that doesn't change all that much. A+ would kiss again in the middle of the jungle.]

It's not completely done yet, though...

Mm... it's done enough to take a little break.

[Yeah don't worry about their situation. They've got this. They've made out in more dangerous places, okay?]

It's important that you don't over-exert yourself.

[He leans close, brushing his nose to Hinata's lightly, playfully, before catching the other's lips with his own, brief and light and teasing.]

[Hinata lifts up his eyebrows at him, doubting this and suspecting that Komaeda just wants to kiss a while. Well... fine, then! He moves his other hand to Komaeda's waist, holding.

He squeezes lightly as he kisses him back, fleeting and soft.

He can tease too, okay.]

[Hinata is the protagonist for a reason, with mystery solving and motive reading instincts like that. Yes sir. Komaeda sure does just want to kiss a while. In the jungle. (Though he does worry about Hinata pushing himself too hard! It's been known to happen, and he's been known to sit on him until it stops)

But oh hey wait no he was the one teasing, Hinata. That's his role here, and Komaeda is chasing after that fleeting kiss quite obviously, with a quiet sound of protest. Get back here.]

[Hinata's good with that today, okay...! He's done a bit of work but he's nowhere near exhausted yet. He'd probably be more out of breath while they were kissing otherwise, whoops.

He grins into Komaeda's mouth, nipping his lips.]

[He has. So far. He'd best continue. Because Komaeda will certainly sit on him again if he must. First though distraction via kissing.

He breathes a laugh at that nipping, quiet, pleased. That works for him. He returns the favor, catching Hinata's lip between his teeth.]

[Hinata hums in faint approval, shifting his hand up until his fingers are skimming over the pale skin of Komaeda's neck, then lightly underneath his jaw. He draws a line right to the point of his chin.

And then he pulls away, breathing over his mouth, watching him.]

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