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Click, clack, click, clack...
Komaeda was tapping his pen during chemistry, it simply felt boring to him. He was never really interested in this subject, he only picked it up for one reason and that reason only: a selfish one.
It was a selfish wish to see his crush as often as he possibly could.
The white-haired male was only half-listening to the professor speaking, scribbling something onto the board with such style and swiftness that it made our protagonist blink.
"Maybe I should write that down..." he pondered. Soon, ivory ink ruined the bland paper of white, forming words delicately in one graceful dance.
"Humankind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return." the professor's raspy yet somehow high-pitched voice rang across the room as he began reciting the law from the back of his mind, with seemingly little to no effort.
"To obtain, something of equal value must be lost. That is alchemy's first law of Equivalent Exchange."
Komaeda sighed. This was tedious.
Why are they learning from the very beginning? Alchemy? Sounds like some fabrication that belongs in a fantasy novel.
... but maybe he should pay attention. Even if his reason to be here was to steal dreamy glances at a certain brown-haired boy, he didn't want to fail the class and be a disappointment already.
It was just the beginning of the term.
He couldn't fail.
Wait.
Maybe he should fail, and he can have Hinata help him "study"...
At this moment, Komaeda Nagito began to devise a plan on how to get closer to his crush - it will go perfect!
Some things seem to be working out for him, some not so much. But today, he's going to turn bad luck into good luck, just watch him.
"I'm a genius," he smirked to himself, proud.
Maybe just this once, fate will work in his favour.
Thump.
He felt his pulse skyrocketing as soon as he glanced at the clock on the beige wall, only a couple of seconds left and the class is over.
Thump.
He did well, actually.
Even if some of the material went over his head, he wrote everything down carefully. He needs to show Hinata that he is trying, that he really wants to understand, but it's just too difficult.
Yet he didn't want to sound too desperate - he read an article on the internet that being desperate in front of your crush might leave a bad impression on them. He also didn't want to be too obvious.
God, love just had to be so goddamn difficult, didn't it?
Gulping, he waited for the right moment. The bell rang that slightly alarming tone it always did - too loud to his liking, but he will get used to it.
A shy look to his left revealed that Hinata was packing slowly and leisurely, likely waiting for most of their peers to rush out of the classroom so he could get some distance and privacy.
This is the moment of truth.
Komaeda once again tried to swallow the lump forming in his throat, gathering the necessary courage to walk up to Hinata.
"Take it easy, Nagito. Just be casual."
He stood up, more rigid than he liked, and walked over to Hinata's desk with timid yet methodical steps.
"Ah, Hinata-kun...?" his voice wavered awkwardly, his heart was beating so fast that Komaeda thought he might die. The rush of adrenaline spread in his system, making him overly aware of their surroundings and himself.
Somehow, with one gentle movement, all of that halted to a stop as Hinata looked at him with that friendly smile of his.
The brunette's lips were slightly dry, probably the cold autumn wind from the morning took its toll on such beautiful orange-ish-coloured mouth... those olive- (or were they actually amber?) eyes caught his gaze in their almost seductive haze, and Komaeda felt nothing but warmth around his heart and red flushing his cheeks.
"H-hi..." he whispered out that greeting, then shut his eyes at the quick scold of "you're so embarrassing" in his own head.
"Hi, Komaeda-kun. What's up?"
Now, Komaeda felt a little dumb as he literally looked up at the ceiling, misinterpreting what Hinata meant for only a split-second before realizing he might've just made a fool out of himself.
"W-well, I'm... I kind of... would like to ask for some help?" the unsure, hesitant tone of his made it sound like a question, to which he earned a confused head tilt from the brunette.
"...yes?" Hinata had no right to look so adorable. All puzzled, but still adorable.
"Yes! I was writing down everything I could- but I have some unanswered questions about the Law of... Conservation of Mass, was it? Ahah, my head is a little woozy, apologies." Komaeda scratched the back of his neck uncomfortably, he felt like he had no idea of what he was doing. Of what Hinata was thinking.
He had no clue how this would end.
"Oh, sure thing! Are you free this afternoon?" Hinata asked casually, so casually that it almost bothered Komaeda.
But the white-haired boy's brain was running at such speed that he could barely keep up.
Did Hinata just ask him to hang out?
He had to mentally slap his cheeks to calm down. Of course, Hinata wanted to help.
He was that kind of guy; always eager to help someone out. Though maybe he was more comfortable with the idea of spending time with Komaeda one-on-one because they share so many classes together?
"No, no, calm down, Nagito. He asked you because he is offering his help."
Still, reminding himself of that truth didn't get rid of the slight pink that threatened to appear on his face.
"I am!"
He hated how excited his tone sounded. Oh, how he hated being so obvious.
Gulping, he cleared his throat.
"I-I mean, I d-don't have anything else to do today, yes..."
"Or anyone else-"
But his mind couldn't keep spatting nonsense and sexual bullshit at him when Hinata smiled at him with that expression. That supportive, friendly expression many people see, and now Komaeda was lucky enough to be blessed by it, too.
"Good. Then how about we grab a coffee and study in the café? I know a cozy one just down the road, but if you'd rather study at the dorms, I don't mind." the brunette turned away after gifting another bright smile of his, grabbing his books.
Komaeda observed how he packs them away, lightly and carefully.
"He really is a gentle person."
It made him smile.
"If you're thinking of taking me to Thanks a Latte, sign me up. Their latte macchiato is the best, no one can tell me otherwise."
Really, Komaeda did have a stray thought of inviting Hinata to his dorm, even entertained personally invading his dorm- but the white-haired male really wanted to make a good impression, not fuck him on the first day.
A sound brought him back from his dirty mind, a sound he would only describe as heavenly: because Hinata laughed, and he was the cause of that.
"I'm personally a more cappuccino kind of guy, so we'll have to see if you're right. The competition is strong, you know."
Komaeda's heart skipped a beat. Does that- Is that- Can that be referred to as flirting?
Nah, probably not.
Hinata is just friendly and warm. Not loud and bubbly - that's more like his good friend, Mioda - but the kind who you would read books together with on a Sunday in the library as it's pouring rain outside.
Komaeda was searching for the word 'comfort.' The brunette could achieve something so incredibly difficult, something almost impossible with a wave of his hand and the beam of his smile.
Making Komaeda comfortable.
With Hinata sitting next to him, Komaeda realized this was a bad idea.
The scent of coffee enveloped them in a safe bubble, the atmosphere of the café really giving him the feeling of home; or a place so familiar that you could feel like yourself without worrying about anyone and anything.
Yet here they were, the lucky male trying his best to pay attention to the laws of alchemy instead of paying attention to Hinata's entire being.
He truly was dreamy as hot daylight lit up the edges of his face, illuminating him in orange and yellow as if Komaeda was staring at the bewitching sun, not sure if he could ever dare to look away...
So yes, this really was a terrible idea. He struggled to pay attention to what was being said, too occupied by how it was said.
Because Hinata's voice was pleasant and smooth like a breeze hitting the top of the water, making small waves upon the crystal-clear mirror. Gentle caresses disrupt its clarity ever so slightly. It was light, it was soft, it was reassuring. It felt like safety.
When Hinata's words did reach him, they were not the oh-so ideally expected sweet-nothings a lover would say on a cold morning as they cuddled, no.
They were about alchemy.
Komaeda sighed silently, reminding himself that this was not a date but a study session.
"The Law of Conservation of Mass dictates that an object cannot be created from nothing, and if deconstructed, said object will be reduced to components whose sum is equal in mass. For example, an object with a mass of one gram can only be transmuted into an object with mass equalling one gram." he was pointing at a paragraph in his book, Midas' Tips For Those Who Wish To Turn Things Into Gold.
Komaeda thought the book's name sounded more like a light novel, but he didn't care too much. The writers of it must've been out of their minds. Or just had an odd sense of humour.
His ears perked up at the unexpected silence, ironically enough. Hinata has stopped talking, a wave of concern visible on his face directed at Komaeda - which made his heart melt.
"I can die happy now."
"Komaeda-kun, are you- do you want to take a break?" Hinata's brows were furrowed together, and as flattering as that was in itself, Komaeda really wished it would go away as soon as possible.
"Mm, if it's not too much of a problem..." he trailed off, feeling lowkey like a disappointment.
Though he had no time wallowing in self-hatred because as he instinctively averted his gaze, he felt warmth on his chin.
Thump.
It was Hinata.
Thump, thump.
He was holding his face, he was touching him.
Thump, thump, thump.
And Komaeda only looked up, a gasp muffled back into his lungs, he was trying desperately to bite it back so he doesn't seem too weird, but damn.
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
Red blood cells rushed to his cheeks, scarlet washing his face in a quick wave.
"Komaeda, you'll never be a problem."
In all of this stasis, the outside world was but a haze. Komaeda felt light-headed and overly present at the same time.
He was out of it, yet he was inside of it.
... whatever the fuck that means.
To be fair, Komaeda had no clue what was happening except that refraining from mashing his lips against Hinata's was a huge effort by now.
He'd never do that, not in his right mind - but when this radiant boy was so close, holding him so carefully and reassuring him, he could only try and convince himself that this was indeed a bad idea.
"H-Hinata-kun..." if Komaeda has noticed that said Hinata dropped the mandatory honorific, maybe he'd really suffer a heart attack.
But he didn't, fortunately, or unfortunately. He was too busy drinking in the feeling of caring touch on his face to pay attention to anything else but Hinata.
He'd hate to admit it, but he was a little breathless. In scientific terms - which he was not good at - all of these exothermic reactions inside built up to release heat in the form of a warm breath, something he'd refer to as oxidation.
His vision laid upon Hinata's cheeks as they previously travelled around, taking every little bit of Hinata in.
But wait.
Hold on.
Is Hinata blushing?
Because as their eyes met, the brunette seemed a little redder than usual. He probably realized how close they both were to each other, but was struggling to let go of this moment.
It just all felt so right and so wrong at the same time, Komaeda didn't know what to do.
He only knew he didn't want it to end.
So cautiously, he made a decision. He slowly raised a hand to touch Hinata's face in turn. Oh god, oh lord how much he wanted to do that!
It's so soft, it's so soft... Komaeda might as well just melt on the spot, he didn't expect it to feel this tender.
He had to, he just had to attentively observe Hinata as much as he could, to figure things out from his body language.
The brunette was breathing to no rhythm, it was slightly all over the place, which Komaeda found hot if not a tad worrying.
Still, he decided to mess with Hinata by simply whispering a "thank you" and pulling away.
So hopefully, just maybe tonight Hinata won't be able to sleep, too confused and too embarrassed as he thinks about this moment earlier that day.
Surprisingly, Komaeda was the one to break this spell, this connection between them; oh, how many sleepless nights he had because of Hinata, it's only fair (if not evil) to make him suffer all the same.
Suffer in this game of love.
That night, Komaeda glanced out the window one last time to see the moon shining. She was smiling, and he smiled right back at her, now shutting the world off with a pull of his curtain.
The dormitory long fell into silence whilst his room just only faded to dark at this moment.
He strolled over to his bed, sliding off his slippers and making himself comfortable. In the process of pulling the blanket over himself - as it was nearly minus degrees outside - he heard the muted buzzing of his phone on the nightstand.
Opening up the screen, his eyes needed adjusting to the blue light emanating from it; but as he saw that message he expected to pop up, he let himself smirk before reading it properly.
>Hi! Sorry to bother you this late, but we've forgotten to arrange the next session... assuming you need one?
What a covert way of saying Hinata wants to meet once more! It was almost too cute.
Komaeda took a moment to be an asshole and not respond right away - making it seem like Hinata wasn't a priority when he really was.
It's something he heard in a video he watched, how you're not supposed to show too much interest too soon.
... he didn't know how people did that in the long term, when a cute boy is texting him in the middle of the night hoping to arrange a new date, that is proving to be quite difficult.
>>You're right, how silly of me!
Komaeda paused for a moment. The book he was reading said you mustn't be available all the time, so...
>>Wednesday looks good to me, how about you?
"Distance makes the heart grow fonder, doesn't it?"
Now, Komaeda thought he was really smart, scheming ways to make Hinata fall for him more, but... his plans can't work every single time.
>Oh, I'm working that afternoon, sorry.
Oh no.
Komaeda was selfish, he cannot wait three days so it's a Thursday - or worse, a Friday!
>>When do you have work off, then?
Hinata was typing for a while, but then deleted it and stopped. Komaeda could feel momentary anxiety coming, what if he left, what if he said something wrong?
"Calm down, he probably just went to check his schedule." a more rational side of Komaeda interrupted his worries, though he would be happier if this inner voice didn't sound so condescending.
>Mondays, Tuesdays, Fridays and Sundays.
Komaeda read that message at least three times, the threatening thought of "Fuck" circulating in his mind. It now pushed forward any restraint, he will sound too desperate either way.
Red alert, red alert!
>>Tomorrow, then?
As he hit send, he wanted to bury himself six feet deep, he was clearly not meant for this world. This dating world.
>>I mean, the professor said that we will have to finish that assignment by Friday.
"What a save, Komaeda, what a save."
>That's right. Tuesday I can work with, thanks.
The white-haired boy raised an eyebrow, he didn't understand why the brunette thanked him when he is doing the favour, not Komaeda.
Though as he thought more on that, it really started to make sense.
It made him smile.
Tuesday afternoon came by relatively quick, this day they didn't have chemistry together - so as an English major and chemistry minor, Komaeda was slacking off most of the time. English was relatively easy for him, he didn't need to study much.
All he did nowadays was write assignments, as their kind professor demanded them.
During one of his off hours, he decided to get some lunch and head to the library. It was his go-to hangout spot, it's quiet and void of people which he adores.
Another thing he adores was the chance to see Hinata once more, for the brunette frequents the library as well.
It's nice, he thinks, that Hinata seems like a person that was made for him; just perfect in every imperfection he had, his odd humour and sometimes his impolite remarks - but he was also gentle and sweet when he had to be. Accommodating to a fault.
Komaeda looked up to him, in a sense, but that quickly turned into wishing to be with Hinata.
Adoration turned into longing, kindness turned into shaded flirting, secretly said out loud.
As he got to know Hinata on a more personal level, he did realize that most of his flirting attempts didn't land.
It wasn't that he was bad at it either, surprisingly, but that the brunette was too oblivious. Unless he made big moves, Hinata always shrugged it off either as a "Komaeda thing" or a friendly gesture.
For instance, if he merely touched the brunette's shoulders - an obvious sign of feeling close to someone, a way of non-verbal flirting - Hinata wouldn't get all red, he would just smile and maybe giggle as Komaeda was being silly with him.
Maybe if he rested his head against Hinata's wider shoulders, thighs touching and holding hands, the brunette would get all flustered as that's not normally a friendly move.
It's a pretty big move to make on someone, Komaeda pondered as he picked up the current book he was reading.
After some time, his gaze inevitably fell onto his backpack. He could very well be reading, try to impress Hinata by how hard-working he is! So he could praise the tan boy, see how shy he gets in mere seconds and taste every second of it.
He zipped the backpack open and took out his chemistry book with that silly title. But it was when he opened it that he realized one truth - the truth which made his heart pound louder, made his mouth creep up into a shy smile and sent his thoughts wandering back to his crush.
Because Hinata wrote all kinds of notes into this book as he explained things for him. To help him learn if he looks back. To help him remember.
If Hinata was here, he'd probably go on a tangent about visual learners and the different kinds of studying styles, get wrapped up in the topic only to get self-conscious later about speaking 'too much.'
Komaeda wanted to tell him that he could talk about paperwork and he'd still listen to him. He could talk about anything and everything, and Komaeda would listen.
Near one prolonged paragraph about using alchemy, Hinata left the short note of "don't forget Mercury, Salt and Sulfur!" with that clear and neat handwriting of his. Komaeda never felt so euphoric while getting ready to study.
Study alchemy, nonetheless.
After spending some time researching the three principles and four elements, Komaeda raised his head as he heard his name being called.
Being called by that lovely voice.
"Hi, Komaeda. You weren't waiting for too long, were you?" the brunette walked over awkwardly, opting to sit down next to Komaeda. The latter was sitting on a couch, so Hinata sat right next to him.
Trying to ignore the exothermic reaction that was threatening to leak out, Komaeda shook his head.
"N-no, it's quite alright. I was just. Studying, as you see."
His voice was speaking volumes, he had no clue how Hinata didn't pick up on it every time he moved this close. Their legs were practically touching, and Komaeda could only pray his rapid heartbeat was not heard.
"Oh, someone's diligent~" the brunette chuckled and Komaeda gulped.
That.
That was an attempt at flirting.
No doubt about it.
Still, Komaeda tried his damn best to ignore it and move on. He was slowly forging a friendship with Hinata, he didn't want to ruin everything...
... but when Hinata scooted slightly closer only to say that sentence, Komaeda felt like all this alchemy suddenly turned into studying the laws of attraction.
"I'm proud of you, you know. You've been working hard."
Hinata smiled at him, and oh god, did he want to kiss the brunette badly right now.
That sentence was only half processed in his brain, first of all, it was preposterous to even be proud of someone like him, plus he just. Couldn't. Pay. Attention. Right. Now.
Not when he could almost feel Hinata's breath on his nose. He couldn't, but it was an almost, and that almost was too much.
So he made another decision, one that was heinous and wrong and incredibly selfish.
He moved the books from his laps to his side with one quick swish and turned to properly face Hinata.
"Hinata-kun..."
He was taking it too slow and too fast at the same time, how was that even possible?
"Can we... study something else right now?"
Hinata just blinked twice, he didn't quite understand but he tried. For Komaeda, he would.
So he gave a cautious nod, which was all the consent Komaeda needed.
"Say... you said when two bodies touch, the hotter one transfers energy - heat - to the one with lower temperature. I want to see proof."
Okay, two things; Komaeda obviously knew that, as a human with no problems in regards to touch, he knew that happens from experience.
He simply wanted to kiss Hinata so badly, he decided to flirt with scientific bullshit.
Hinata did manage to understand what he wanted somehow because he got shy and red and adorable.
Still, it went over Komaeda's head how he can understand his carefully crafted metaphors about making out and not when he makes subtle hints at it.
Hinata couldn't verbally respond, so he simply opted to give him another nod, this one brimming with permission. Komaeda was allowed.
It made his heart dance a fervent tango, he wasn't okay.
Without wasting any more seconds, Komaeda leaned closer to Hinata and their energy met through chapped lips, heat shared between two bodies as Komaeda cleverly described above.
It was hot, it was sizzling, it was a fire.
The spark that was waiting for years has been finally lit, and Komaeda couldn't be happier by the fact that he was kissing Hinata.
And Hinata was kissing him back.
The library was quiet, most students had finished their classes by now and probably went to hang out outside - so there was no one to interrupt them, no one to pour water on this burning yet cathartic moment between them.
Panting, Hinata was the first to pull away just a little bit. Komaeda didn't get worried because the other still lingered close, clearly not hating any of this.
But they had to talk, goddammit, they really had to.
Komaeda broke the sounds of light heaving, the search for all that nitrogen and oxygen.
"Hinata-kun- I-"
Why did he feel the need to profusely apologize? Hinata liked it, he knew that. But Komaeda didn't feel like he deserved Hinata.
Even though he clearly needed him, biting his lips as he felt his pants getting tighter.
"N-No, Komaeda, please... s-stay." without coherent words or lengthy confessions, they understood each other all the same.
Don't be amazed, it wasn't that difficult when they both desperately wanted the same. One look at the other, and they could tell.
Komaeda only nodded hesitantly. He wasn't sure if this was a good idea, even though his hormones were currently chanting a "more, more, more" inside. He had to think.
"Hinata-kun, I don't want to hurt you." he breathed out in a stutter, but when he saw the brunette's olive eyes wide open, he may have rushed forward a little bit.
"O-or, y-you don't want me to...?" he backtracked, now not so sure about anything anymore. He was only sure about the Law of Equivalent Exchange, he didn't learn much about the Law of Attraction.
"No-no! No, I really do, damnit. I just... didn't t-think that... f-far..."
He sighed, which did worry the taller male, but then continued. Hinata decided he will just say it outright, no more beating around the bush. Not in this situation.
"I really want you to do me, Komaeda."
Hearing that sentence has ignited such a blaze inside his body that Komaeda almost trembled. He really needs to pour some natrium-hydrogen-carbonate on that one. Quick.
This is not a joke, someone needs to put that out before it burns him from the inside.
Komaeda got so much information from that one sentence that his brain was almost going overdrive with electricity.
"Okay, okay." he took a moment to try and think about this clearly... but as soon as he entertained the idea, he got the urge to tease Hinata to hell and back before he does anything. Before they do anything.
He moved a finger up to the brunette's lips, who simply gasped at the touch, anticipation raised.
"Hinata-kun will have to stop saying shit like that, or I'll fuck him against this couch right here, right now."
A way to tease out permission, to test the waters, because okay, maybe Hinata is somehow turned on. Okay, maybe he really wouldn't regret this, but does he really want to have sex in public?
Komaeda would be nothing less but delighted at the idea, but he needs to know if it's too much for Hinata. It's all so fast, and he wants to make their first experience together good.
Yet Hinata only just gulped and proceeded to do something so lewd that'll be masturbation material for the rest of Komaeda's life.
Or well, it will last for long enough.
Komaeda felt warmth and wetness surrounding his one finger against Hinata's mouth, now it was being licked and sucked on. The white-haired boy couldn't fight back a surprised moan as Hinata caressed his finger with his tongue. It was so sexy, so lewd, so hot.
"G-god, Hinata~" he moaned out. The brunette was in the process of wrecking his walls called "self-control" down, but Komaeda didn't even want to hold back at this point.
Soon, he will be the one wrecking Hinata, just so he waits.
"F-Fuck- b-be a darling and take it into your mouth, please."
The white-haired male didn't think he'd resort to pleading this quickly, but he wasn't complaining as Hinata stopped sucking on his finger and touched his clothed dick instead.
Strangely obedient, he noted, but that was something else that really turned him on. He wasn't sure if he liked being so easy.
"H-Hinata-"
It was the brunette's time to tease, he just couldn't resist. Komaeda seemed like he was ready to unravel and he still barely did anything to him.
"Shh shh, you don't want us to get caught, do you?"
Without giving a chance for him to respond, Hinata decided to kiss him hard, messy and pretty much all over the place as to muffle Komaeda's sounds easier - and well, he wouldn't lie, he loved kissing him.
"Mn~" both of them were making sounds against each other's lips, tongues clashing in one feverish dream of dance, but it was loving all the same.
The scent of hormones and their respective cologne spread out in the air - Hinata smelled like vanilla and almond, while Komaeda wore peppermint.
But of course, the former was the one doing the magic. Smelling like sex was intoxicating, it amplified their desire by miles.
Komaeda groaned as Hinata zipped his pants down, getting the annoying cloth away from the goal... but as soon as his warm hands found their way under the taller male's boxers, Komaeda almost yelped merely because of the sensation.
God, he was so hard.
Hinata pulled away just so he could see more and do more properly. Okay, jerking himself off gave him the advantage of knowing what to do already, but he also wanted to see - this was another person, after all!
And not just any ordinary person, it was Komaeda Nagito, the handsome and quiet boy whose dick was now in his hands.
Here he was, Hinata Hajime stroking Komaeda Nagito's dick - and good lord, did he enjoy it.
"Mmgh~ H-Hinata ah~ m-more..."
Hinata only sped up his hands just a little more, he didn't want to make Komaeda cum without him tasting it. Not yet, anyway.
"Patient." the brunette warned, his tone was neutral, but when he felt Komaeda buck his hips against his hand continuously, he couldn't keep himself from moaning. Not that he really tried to.
"Please..." that whine made Hinata flush red, plus he wasn't a sadist, so he complied. He let go and got off of the couch just so he could sit in front of Komaeda's legs and aching erection.
"Fuck." the brunette cussed as he looked at it, it was longer and bigger than his own. He wanted to touch himself and touch Komaeda's dick at the same time, maybe he was going insane.
Slowly, he held onto Komaeda's erection and took it into his mouth, just seeing what works and what doesn't. He doesn't know how that feels, he only did it for one other person before - so Hinata had some experience, but not enough to get cocky now.
He had to admit, Komaeda's short huffs and puffs and moans and groans were really sexy, it just made his own dick harder - but now he had a job to do, an oral job.
Hinata devised a plan. He will take his time to build up to take in the full length, at first just small licks.
And so he did. Kitten licks worked their way up, trying to feel all of Komaeda's dick, to make him feel ecstatic.
As he opened his eyes once again and looked up at Komaeda, he saw how that fluffy white hair was even messier than before, how that pale face was starting to glisten with sweat, how he was taking sharp inhales and exhales quicker and quicker. How his head was thrown back.
But as Hinata moved one of his hands to stroke his thighs, Komaeda's emerald eyes shot wide open as he fought back a louder moan. It was probably that Hinata's extra touch was unexpected and sudden, the brunette concluded.
Or well, maybe his thighs were sensitive. Interesting.
Watching the taller male slowly lose himself to desire was a sight to behold. As Hinata looked up at him with innocent eyes - as to look more at will to Komaeda, to give him more of that sense of control, that dominancy - he could tell that he was holding back, biting his lips just a little too hard to elongate the process.
He could barely do it.
...
He couldn't do it for long, because Hinata now held onto his hips and made some thrusting motions, in hopes to get Komaeda even deeper down his throat. It was too much.
"H-Hinata- i-if you don't w-want to swallow-"
But the brunette shot him a look of a strong-willed "no, I want to" and that was enough to push Komaeda over the edge. Well, of course, it was earned with the way Hinata's tongue was moving around his cock.
"F-fuck, Hinata!" a broken cry was muffled partly into one of Komaeda's palms as he came into Hinata's mouth, his orgasm hit as all that oxytocin gathered and cum shot out of him.
The brunette didn't expect it to be that much, so he had to take his time to swallow most of it - some even escaped his mouth, drooling down on his face.
And Komaeda was watching all of that. If he currently wasn't having the time of his life, he'd probably get hard again just by watching the cum dripping down on Hinata's face. His cum.
Komaeda might've been a little possessive, in some ways. He liked the idea of having Hinata all to himself, and himself only - and this particular idea turned him on more than many other things ever did.
Oh, how many times did he imagine the brunette desperately mewling under him as he fucks him hard and rough, skin slapping against skin, moan after moan... he marked Hinata so many times in his fantasies, his thighs, his chest, his neck...
He won't do that right now, of course, it would be way too much for their first time, way too painful. And what if Hinata wasn't into it at all? Komaeda wasn't an animal, even though he'd have his way with Hinata like one.
Maybe he will.
With the last bits of his orgasm fading away into tranquillity and stasis, his breath regulated, he looked at Hinata with half-lidded eyes, eyes that were loving and kind.
He reached down to caress the brunette's face.
"You've been so good to me, Hinata-kun. It must be painful down there, hm? I think you deserve a reward, deserve to be freed."
Komaeda's voice was like honey, and Hinata would be ashamed if he couldn't repress the need to moan simply to that dirty talk. God, he was despicable, a true slut.
He had been hoping to be called that, though he knew Komaeda wouldn't without talking about it first. Maybe another time.
Damn, he was already thinking about the next time?? This time hasn't even happened yet!
"P-please," he whined as Komaeda pulled his pants and boxers down. The way the lucky student licked his lip as he saw Hinata's cock sent every last bit of rational thinking out of the window.
Hinata needed to be touched and he needed it right now.
To keep things vanilla and steady - Komaeda reminded himself that they are in public, doing kinky things would raise the risk factor - he didn't torture the brunette with coy teasing and playful touches, he simply caressed Hinata's dick up and down as to give him some relief.
"K-Komaeda- f-fuck me, please, I cannot anymore- let me feel you inside, dammit-" he begged, he wanted a handjob but he also wanted to feel the lucky male's cock inside, pounding into him in-and-out in a hard rhythm.
The pleading left quite the impact on Komaeda, his cheeks were burning, he may have enjoyed Hinata begging a little too much.
"D-damn... F-Fine, alright..."
He really didn't know why he acted like he was doing him a favour, Komaeda has been waiting for this opportunity for longer than he'd admit.
As Hinata looked at him, Komaeda made eye contact just to be absolutely sure, and after the brunette nodded, he put a hand against his chest and pushed him to lay down on the couch.
It was soft, he really didn't want to be too harsh - with Hinata, he could never. He adored him too much for that.
The brunette gulped heavily as he met his gaze once more, raw desire emanating from his very core. Komaeda could tell, which helped him get turned on even more. Just looking at Hinata could make him hard, he swore.
"K-Komaeda, you're s-so beautiful over me like this..." the shorter male breathed out, his submission doing things to Komaeda.
Naughty things.
God, he could probably get off on the sight of Hinata sprawled out under him.
He positioned himself slightly above, spreading both of the brunette's legs for better entry. Of course, he is going to prepare him first.
For that though, he had to get his own fingers wet. He opted to suck on his own, making lewd sounds that made Hinata want more so much quicker.
"Oh, damn it~" Hinata was observing his every move with needy alertness. He felt all hot and bothered, a heated shiver of lust traversing through every last bit of his body as he saw Komaeda's lips curl over his fingers sensually. He was sure he got goosebumps, even.
He was so close to touching himself, too - but he knew when Komaeda does it, it feels better. Hinata decided to behave for now.
As a finger found its way inside his hole, the brunette was struggling to fight back a yelp, the only help he got was Komaeda kissing him rough and messy.
They weren't even at the best part, they can't get caught now!
It worked, it helped Hinata relax, so he wasn't so tight down there anymore - allowing Komaeda to soon sneak in another one. Actually, it was pretty easy, which made him want to ask a question...
"Have you fingered yourself recently, Hinata-kun?" he asked, biting back a teasing sentence. He didn't know if the brunette would be into degradation - even though he very much is.
"W-wuh? Um- n-no, no!" he gasped in protest as Komaeda started slowly moving his fingers, picking up the speed gradually to make the transition itself smooth.
"No? Odd," Komaeda smirked, he knew, but decided to toy with Hinata a bit.
"I wonder how this could happen, then~"
"W-w-well! O-okay, I ah~ may have... once..."
It was obvious whenever Komaeda hit his sweet spot because Hinata got breathless and struggled to talk.
He found it so hot.
"W-who were you thinking of?" Komaeda asked the question, which made Hinata whine.
But he didn't answer.
"Hinata? Tell me."
"F-fuck~ I-I can't!"
Maybe there was truth to it, Komaeda did try his best to consecutively pleasure Hinata while preparing him. He may have gone a little overboard.
"I'll stop if you won't tell me." a dirty card to pull, but as Komaeda imagined Hinata fingering himself, that was too dirty to even think about. He deserved it.
"N-No! Please!" Hinata begged, but he hasn't said anything. Only when Komaeda slowed down the movement of his fingers did he tell the truth.
The truth that made Komaeda hornier than ever, if that was possible.
"It was you, please~ Fuck me, Komaeda, just do it! I t-told you, d-didn't I? Please!"
There was begging, and hell, there was almost crying as well - which Komaeda didn't really want, but managed to find hot too, what a fucked up brain he had - so it took every bit of self-restraint not to pull out his fingers quickly and start pounding into Hinata right now.
But no, he took it slow. Almost unnecessarily slow at that, which made Hinata cry more. The brunette thought it was over.
Komaeda gently got his fingers out of Hinata's hole, though he really wanted to make the other behave as Hinata tried to get it back inside.
"How selfish."
Really, Komaeda didn't actually think Hinata was selfish. It was in fact, quite the opposite, considering if Hinata was selfish, they wouldn't be here right now.
It just occurred to him in his mind.
The desire to degrade the shorter male was high, yet Komaeda didn't do it. He didn't understand it himself, is that even normal? Is it considered sex-talk? He had no clue.
Maybe that calls for another article to read, then...
"C-calm down." he cooed, holding Hinata's hips firmly so he could put himself up against it. God, he blushed as he looked at how eager he was, how eager they both were.
"Nm, Komaeda." he wasn't sure why Hinata mumbled his name in that tone, probably desperation? Anyways, he was right. They are in the school's public library, there was simply no time to waste by teasing Hinata around.
Damn, how unfortunate.
"F-fine."
With that, he took it easy. He didn't want to hurt the brunette, so he only led his cock inside slowly, stopping at any little sound of protest Hinata would make, even if he didn't.
At a more significant whine, Komaeda furrowed his eyebrows in concern.
"Hinata, are you okay? I can dial it dow-"
"Fuck, just put it in, Komaeda, you fucking sadist!"
Oh.
Ooh...
He couldn't lie, the white-haired male got flustered real quick as if one greedy halogen found the last electron it needed to absorb and flourish as it's the most reactive.
"Am I a sadist?" Komaeda pondered, but his thought process about kinks was drifted to a halt as soon as he felt Hinata clench around his dick. It was warm, dammit, it was so warm and wet!
It made him moan out loud without a care in the world; he just achieved what he really yearned for, feeling Hinata all around him, it made him feel such pleasure he never knew he needed.
He could barely imagine this was real. It had to be a dream, right?
He surely cannot be fucking Hinata Hajime. It's too much, god, it's too much... he might easily die from this.
"H-Hinata- you're ah~" he had to close his eyes at this point, he could very well have an orgasm just by feeling this welcoming heat and tightness.
"K-Komaeda, m-move!" the brunette groaned, though it sounded more like an order than a request.
"Fuck, b-but you're so tight~" as an attempt to change that, the taller male leaned down to put light kisses on Hinata's chest, caressing the skin on his hips with a light back-and-forth motion.
"Nnnh~" the brunette whimpered with pleasure, any touch from Komaeda felt like fire on his skin, it was burning, it was spreading, it was wildfire waiting to cover his body in flames.
If Komaeda was the fire, Hinata was the oxygen.
Somehow, it was so attentive and calming, too. Like a tidal wave was struggling to walk through him, yet it still succeeded in calming the burning sensation all over him.
A soft hum escaped Komaeda as he felt the brunette loosen up and relax. He took the moment to take everything in, how this day was so marvellous it didn't feel real. If he closed his eyes, he'd feel the world shifting.
Reality and mindless fantasies were meshed together, the thin line separating them now too fragile to be touched.
If this was a dream, he didn't want to wake up.
At this moment, he sighed once more, a warning to his dear Hinata that he will make him his. That through the connection of their bodies, exchanging heat, he was going to make him feel so good, so euphoric that Hinata will want him around longer.
Because he wanted to be wanted oh-so desperately.
Opening his eyes, time seemed to slow down. Hinata's chest was rising and falling to an uncertain and chaotic pattern, his brown locks were wet with sweat as was his forehead; but all through this, he was smiling. He was smiling up at Komaeda, which in turn made his mouth curve upwards too.
"Hinata, you truly are beautiful," Komaeda said before he leaned down to put a light kiss to the other's mouth, their lips meeting like feathers carried on the autumn wind.
This kiss was different from the other ones they've shared before. There was no lust, only love. And at that moment, Hinata understood.
They weren't just two idiots too horny for their own good. They couldn't be if Komaeda kissed him like that, there was more to this than meets the eye.
There was something between them you can only see with your heart.
The kiss was short and sweet, they were in quite the predicament here - but Hinata didn't mind these tender moments either.
His heart was beating faster because of them.
They exchanged looks, the brunette gave a nod to Komaeda which was all he needed.
The white-haired boy could finally start pushing himself into Hinata and out, taking it slow and steady at first.
He wanted to ruin him so badly, but he was also terrified of hurting him at the same time.
Nonetheless, it was worth it, because he saw and heard Hinata mewl and cry with every thrust, it made Komaeda concerned if not hotter- but he also had to ask every single time if Hinata was okay.
Only an annoyed groan was his response.
As he kept moving his hips faster, Komaeda was starting to pant loudly, clenching his teeth to try and fight back the urge to moan and be heard by more people than desired. And Hinata was starting to look so fucked out of his mind that even if they take a shower and get themselves looking appropriate, people will be able to tell by just one glance.
And that was turning him on even more.
"H-Hinata, ah~ Hinata, Hinata~" he was chanting the brunette's name under his breath at each and every push of his hips, to him, that was the most beautiful word he has ever said.
"Y-You're taking me so w-well..." an attempt at coherent speech. Komaeda felt like he was losing it, the pleasure and chasing his own orgasm was clouding his better judgement, but also clouding his thought process. Still, Hinata seemed to get the gist of what he meant as Komaeda heard him whine and feel the buck of his hips.
"Ah fuck, Komaeda~ faster!"
Hinata was so close, and he needed relief right now. Push just a bit more, just a little more, and he will be finished.
He gripped onto the cushions of the couch, they were too soft so he could barely grasp onto them - he wasn't sure if he was holding any, the only thing on his mind was Komaeda and Komaeda only.
"Ngh, p-please I'm... ah~ so close~" he too was struggling to speak, something the white-haired male found too alluring on its own.
With a fought back yelp at Komaeda's insane thrusts, Hinata achieved his orgasm, coming onto Komaeda's stomach above him as it also dripped onto his own.
Even after he got sensitive, he wanted Komaeda to keep going until he reached his own - which luckily didn't take long at all - and Hinata basked in the afterglow when the man above him slowed down.
Their tired eyes lost to pleasure met again, and both of them were smiling, if panting. Truth be told, they were breathless.
In Komaeda's opinion, Hinata looked breathtaking.
The brunette felt something warm and light on his face, a feather touch of Komaeda's hands as one caressed him gently. Oh, how much they wanted to stay like this for longer!
But no, they had to act quick. Komaeda would rather not get walked in on while his dick was inside Hinata.
"Are you... okay?" the white-haired male asked, still too breathless and hoarse to speak properly.
"Mm." that was some kind of a positive hum, which was a good enough sign.
Soon, both of them were in their clothes, up and about. Picking up their bags and books, Komaeda bit his lips as he was trying not to think too much about the leftover whiteness they couldn't get out of the couch, hopefully, people will take it as a stain... of... whatever else just please don't think of cum.
Closing his eyes, the boy sighed. As soon as no one sees them here right now, no one will know. Both of them looked dishevelled and flushed as fuck, putting two and two together wouldn't be difficult for even stupid guys like Souda.
He led his attention back at his brunette, the one he loved so much and now for sure they made that "friend zone" diminish.
Maybe it was the courage and pride of what he had achieved in these past few days, maybe it was the post-sex satisfaction and ignorance of everything mixed together only to forge up some confidence - but for the first time in his life, Komaeda reached out to grab Hinata's hand without a shadow of a doubt and smiled as he looked at the other.
And Hinata - oh, that hopeful Hinata just smiled back at him.