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I'm getting there. Don't be impatient.

[Komaeda scolds, but it carries no weight behind it. He leans in to catch those lips because he really wants to kiss him too. He lingers in a kiss, soft and sweet and chaste, bursting with all the relief he's felt since waking up to find Hinata there, all the worry he's been holding onto while they were separated.]

Hajime... [He murmurs his name before kissing him again. And again.]

[Hinata's pursing his lips as he's told not to be impatient how is he not supposed to be impatient!! He just wants kisses and lots of them-- and there they are. He sags against Komaeda, one of his arms sliding up and around his neck, fingers framing the back of it.

He returns the kiss as softly as Komaeda kissed him first, sliding their noses together, nuzzling in-between the touches of their mouths.]

[Good. More kissing. Komaeda winds up lingering more and more with each kiss, like it's growing harder and harder to break away from Hinata's lips. Each kiss eases something in him, settles his heart back to beating in its correct rhythm.

Fingers find their way to slip through Hinata's hair again, smiling at the sweetness of that nuzzling.

He draws back just far enough to speak, lips brushing Hinata's as he does.] I love you, Hajime. Let's not get separated again like that. [Like they have any control over that. But a boy can dream.]

I love you too, Nagito. [...] I'll beat up anyone who tries.

[Hinata murmurs it to Komaeda's lips-- he doesn't pull off threatening very well when he's preoccupied melting as much as humanly possible into Komaeda and into his kiss. He strokes his fingers through pale hair, catching it around his fingers.

An idea coming to him, he opens up his eyes.] Want to have a bath together?

Will you really?

[Komaeda is pleased by this idea actually. Good. That's perfect. He smiles and kisses at those lips happily enough, content for the moment. It's funny how his mood is improving just now.

And then all the more when Hinata suggests that. Oooh.] Yes. Let's do that. Together. [Bath together best idea. Sign him up.]

[Hinata goes a little pink, possibly because Komaeda is happy and seeing Komaeda happy gives him butterflies-- what. He's not embarrassing.]

Then, c'mon.

[He nudges him gently, to get him up.]

[Wow what an embarrassing dork, Hinata. Except if Komaeda knew any of that, he'd be really really happy about it too. For now he just smiles at that blush and nods in agreement.]

Mm!

[He moves to sit up, reaching a hand out to Hinata. Come with him? Come with him and have a bath and wash away the recent past.]

[Hinata smiles back and it's probably a dopey face but it's a Komaeda-exclusively shown dopey face so it's fine. Or something like that. He takes that offered hand to sit up too, sliding his legs off of the bed and straightening.

Stretching lightly, he moves to tug Komaeda up.

THEN OFF TO THE BATHROOM--]

[Komaeda lets himself be tugged, rising up to his feet and following along with Hinata eagerly, catching up and knocking into him gently and then just plain leaning into Hinata with a contented sound.

Then he realizes they're wasting valuable time, tugs his hand free and even while they're walking will start helping Hinata peal out of his clothes.

Because Komaeda has always wanted to be helpful if nothing else.]

Whoa-- Hey, Nagito...

[Hinata's not expecting it (he really should've known) and he laughs, flushing slightly as his clothes start coming off. He tries to lift up his shoulders to make it easier on him, though one of his eyebrows raise.]

Why am I the only one being undressed here?

[He really should have known, let's just be real about that one. Komaeda just smiles at him, as though he's asking really obvious questions.

Because he's asking really obvious questions.]

Because I'm more opportunistic than you are, Hajime.

[Aaaand he's almost done. Rather efficient for Komaeda actually, but he's determined at the moment.]

Is that what you call it?

[Hinata is grumbling as he's twisted out of more of his clothes, nearly getting tangled up in his pants (when did those get loose?!).]

Stop there, I'm gonna take off your clothes. [Huff puff blush he's going to lightly bat Komaeda's hands away so he can get at his clothes.]

Of course. What would you call it?

[Those got loose when you were fussing about things, Hinata. Komaeda just smiles at him as he's told to stop. He laughs quietly though and holds his hands up. All right all right.]

As you like, Hajime. I'll cooperate.

[Hmpf Hinata exhales this satisfied sound through his nose as he peels Komaeda out of his sweater first, then his shirt, and his fingers fumble at his pants before he finds a firmer grip. Off they go!

He pauses once they're both in their boxers, seeming satisfied to have evened it up.]

That's better.

[Komaeda actually does cooperate now, happy to let Hinata strip him of his clothes because this seems like a perfect idea so far as he's concerned.

He's also not shy about reaching out, curling his fingers into the waistband of Hinata's boxers. Now these. Now these too. And then they can have a bath and use all the hot water in the building.]

Much better. But it could get better too.

[Hinata's face is growing hot, but there's a smile on his face as he twists his own fingers into Komaeda's boxers.] Yeah, it could. [He steps closer, leans in, just that barest bit up until his and Komaeda's foreheads touch, until pale hair is clouding his vision.

His fingertips trace along the inside of his waistband, over the curve of his hipbones, before he sets to coaxing them down his legs.]

Edited 2015-12-01 02:08 (UTC)

[Komaeda just looks thrilled when Hinata agrees. Yes good. Nothing in their way now. His fingers tug the other's boxers down from his hips -- and he wiggles to help out with urging his own down and off, stepping out of them once they pool at his feet.

Out of them and straight into Hinata, closing the distance between them. There. Even better. They probably ought to turn on the shower.]

Perfect.

[Hinata nns softly, when their bodies press together. It feels like his skin prickles both from warmth and cold, his fingers sliding over the jut of Komaeda's hips, stroking in a long motion up his back.]

Mhm.

[Agreement, but his voice is low and distracted.]

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