[ he's sucking hungrily, more fiercely now, even though he's not that delicious -- he's really the only one he's drank from and he's not too picky. his cheeks are hot, too. ]
[it all feels too good- komaeda drinking from him, the suction on his neck like he's giving a hickey instead of drinking his blood, the light weight of him delicious pressure against Hinata's dick as he rolls his hips again, completely unable to stop now that he's started.]
[He actually shivers, lifts his thigh a little to grant Komaeda some pressure, biting his lip to keep from making any answering noise. Hearing his name like that, in that lewd thick voice coming from Komaeda is almost too much for him, is working him up even more.]
[ but it's mumbled into his neck so it probably doesn't come across as harshly as he would like, his hips pushing down into the pressure against his cock. ]
[It's a lot more confidence than he thought he had, in fact he's dying inside a lot even as he rests the heel of a hand on Komaeda's crotch, increasing the pressure from above and below, defensively daring rather than letting those words hurt him.
[ that surprises him -- he wasn't expecting that kind of forwardness from Hinata but his breath catches and his hips stutter towards that pressure, even if it's too much. his laugh -- his voice is airy, breaking as he speaks -- ]
[That's... not a healthy thing to say at all. He wants to refute it but words are getting harder to come by as this continues, and he doesn't know how to put it right, and... he just shakes his head, mussing Komaeda's hair more with his jaw, grinding his palm down against Komaeda's cock a little roughly.]
Letting ... a reserve course student do this to me ... I really am the worst.
[ somehow less worst than than Hinata, though, at the same time. he tucks his head in to the crook of Hinata's neck, his hips jerking up needily against his palm and one hand scrambling for Hinata's zipper. ]
[ he's just as quick to go from self-degrading to lashing out at him, snapping, but his voice is shaky from arousal as he wraps his hand around Hinata's cock. ]
[honestly this is really hot, even as frustrating as it is. hearing his name from Komaeda's lips, especially when he's a flushed mess and using that voice is, hnngh. He wraps his hand around Komaeda's cock in turn thoughtful enough to spit in his hand first so it's slick when he starts jerking Komaeda off to shut him up.]
is pretty effective -- he's bucking with a sharp whine into his hand, loud and shamelessly so despite his own disgust, or because of it. there's only the sweat on his own hand for lube as he starts to stroke Hinata. ]
[there's more friction than he really would usually like, for this, but the fact that it's Komaeda touching his cock makes his actual preferences fall to the wayside entirely. The hand that isn't busy trying all the clever little tricks he normally uses on himself on Komaeda threads in fluffy white hair and tucks the vampire in closer against the crook of his neck. It's like he's trying to muffle him, but not very hard, because he still definitely wants to hear every sound Komaeda makes.]
[ despite all of his swagger he's a mess when he's like this; his already dripping pre in Hinata's hand and his teeth are dragging messy against the line of his shoulder and neck, splitting open skin. ]
[He loves it and hates it. Even though Komaeda slicing up his shoulder hurts, knowing that he's the one taking Komaeda apart like this is so, so satisfying. He moans like it's being punched out of him, arching up under Komaeda and stroking his cock faster, more intensely, everything ramping up too fast and intense.]
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[it's a weak argument, with his face still covered and his voice thick with want.]
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[so there's his answer i guess]
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[ he murmurs, settling his lips back against his neck. ]
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[well he's easily distracted by any additional stimulus at all, if that wasn't already obvious.]
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[ he murmurs, parting his mouth to bite again abruptly. ]
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[fuck okay nope clutching at his back again, hips rocking up against his will]
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[ he's sucking hungrily, more fiercely now, even though he's not that delicious -- he's really the only one he's drank from and he's not too picky. his cheeks are hot, too. ]
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[ he breaks the bite to murmur against his next; he's hardening too against Hinata's thigh, arousal and disgust at himself mixing. ]
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[ but it's mumbled into his neck so it probably doesn't come across as harshly as he would like, his hips pushing down into the pressure against his cock. ]
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[It's a lot more confidence than he thought he had, in fact he's dying inside a lot even as he rests the heel of a hand on Komaeda's crotch, increasing the pressure from above and below, defensively daring rather than letting those words hurt him.
(They hurt anyway.)]
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Ah ... hahaha ... I'm disgusting too.
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[ somehow less worst than than Hinata, though, at the same time. he tucks his head in to the crook of Hinata's neck, his hips jerking up needily against his palm and one hand scrambling for Hinata's zipper. ]
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[incredulous and aroused all at once. he goes for Komaeda's zipper in turn, though, fumbling a little but aiming to free his cock quickly.]
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[ he's just as quick to go from self-degrading to lashing out at him, snapping, but his voice is shaky from arousal as he wraps his hand around Hinata's cock. ]
Even this ... is subpar ...
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[honestly this is really hot, even as frustrating as it is. hearing his name from Komaeda's lips, especially when he's a flushed mess and using that voice is, hnngh. He wraps his hand around Komaeda's cock in turn thoughtful enough to spit in his hand first so it's slick when he starts jerking Komaeda off to shut him up.]
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is pretty effective -- he's bucking with a sharp whine into his hand, loud and shamelessly so despite his own disgust, or because of it. there's only the sweat on his own hand for lube as he starts to stroke Hinata. ]
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[there's more friction than he really would usually like, for this, but the fact that it's Komaeda touching his cock makes his actual preferences fall to the wayside entirely. The hand that isn't busy trying all the clever little tricks he normally uses on himself on Komaeda threads in fluffy white hair and tucks the vampire in closer against the crook of his neck. It's like he's trying to muffle him, but not very hard, because he still definitely wants to hear every sound Komaeda makes.]
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