Archive of Our Own

       “Yukizome-sensei probably wanted you guys’ bonding time to be, y’know, you guys.”  Hinata muttered as Komaeda walked him to the Talent Course building. “I mean, I butt in plenty.”

       “Please. You don’t ‘butt in,’ Hajime, that’s ridiculous. Hanamura-kun invited you, too.”

       “Did  he, though?” Hinata asked, squinting in disbelief, and Komaeda feigned thoughtfulness.

       “Well, I suppose it depends. If one uses his precise wording, ‘bring your scrumptious Thai tea beefsteak along,’ it may be a bit ambiguous. Perhaps it was some culinary reference I misunderstood?”

       “Oh wow. I don’t think I’ve ever been objectified, exoticized, and sexually harassed in under ten words before. I’d be impressed if my balls hadn’t just retracted into my pelvis from revulsion.”

       “Now there’s a selling point.” Komaeda snorted, and Hinata shrugged playfully.

       “I aim to please. So does Hanamura-kun talk that way to everyone? I imagine Pekoyama-san would threaten to slice him into bite-sized chunks.”

       “Hanamura-kun doesn’t discriminate in his pursuits. I never exactly considered myself very attractive, but I’ve heard each of us get called something. The problem lies in the fact that he appears to enjoy being hit, and threatened, so we’re at a loss for how to deal with it. But the food is good, and I think he’s just… Not educated in the art of courting another person effectively.”

       “You might need to out-creep the guy.” Hinata mused as they crossed the gates to the other building, and Komaeda opened the front door for him. “Delve into some super obscure fetish.”

       “Yes, but that route is essentially Pandora’s Box.” Komaeda countered with a shudder. “Aside of the fact that I’m far from being well versed in sexual innuendo, that plan could backfire horrendously.”

       “Has he hit on you?”

Komaeda smirked, raising an eyebrow.

       “Since you and I started dating, I’ve actually been popular by my standards. I’ve actually received a confession or two. I think it’s the confidence. But I have, unfortunately, been called a ‘coconut cream cake begging for a white chocolate drizzle’ by him which is... I already don’t like sweets much, but the few I do partake in, I think that comment may have eliminated any residual fondness for.”

Hinata held his tongue as they ascended the stairs. Komaeda threw him a quizzical glance.

“Hm. I assumed that would send you into either a fit of rage or laughter. You went silent. And that concerns me.”

       “No, uh. I mean, Hanamura-kun is gross for saying it, but – but it’s an evocative image, is all.”

       “Dear lord, you’re as bad as he is.” Komaeda uttered, grimacing. “You can’t be serious.”

       “I’m not that bad! I’m – I’m your boyfriend, give me a break. I’m just a man.”

       “As am I, but I’ve never equated you to a Mont Blanc with whipped cream.”

       “You say that Nagito, but that’s a cake made from chestnuts, which, considering my hair and skin color, makes me think you’ve definitely thought about it. It’s actually kind of flattering coming from you, because that dessert is really damn good.”

Komaeda spluttered, and Hinata grinned.

“Aha! I guessed right, didn’t I?”

       “Don’t put words in my mouth.” Komaeda mumbled, and an enveloping scent of something richly savory wafted down the hallway they trudged along. Hinata’s stomach growled.

       “The dessert talk is making me hungry. You, uh, you’re sure that I’m not, y’know, horning in on your bonding time? Not that I’m not appreciative! I am. But I still, uh. I still need the reassurance, sometimes.”

       “I  want you there. Nanami-san, Kuzuryu-kun, Soda-kun, Pekoyama-san, Mioda-san, you’re not some interloper, Hajime. I love you, and I’m not the only one. You spend a lot of time listening to everyone’s problems. It isn’t ‘horning in’ when they’re friends. Although I love you the most. That’s my right.” Komaeda added stubbornly, and Hinata’s chest bloomed with affection.

       “So I’m an honorary Ultimate?”

       “You’re ultimately cute, so I have no qualms about you considering yourself one.” Komaeda said, peeking down at him with a tender sort of fondness.

Hinata cleared his throat, blood prickling his cheeks.

       “I’m not cute. You’re the cute one.”

       “Ah, my apologies.” Komaeda replied, flourishing into a theatrical bow. “You’re handsome.”

They arrived at the classroom, Hinata’s mouth salivating at the aromatic fragrance that floated from the cracks in the door. He tugged Komaeda into a soft kiss, hugging him around his waist.

       “I love you. Make sure you eat enough, alright? You’re almost at the point where I can’t feel your ribs, you’re doing great. I want you to be healthy.”

Komaeda nuzzled Hinata’s nose, his expression peacefully content.

       “I will. I love you too.”

They slid the door open to face the bustle of movement in class 77-B, and Hinata offered an awkward half-salute as he stepped within. Nanami waved back, smiling as she approached.

       “Hinata-kun, are you done with classes?”

       “Yeah, just finished.” Hinata replied, shrugging his rucksack onto the floor. “Nagito told me that Hanamura-kun is cooking today?”

       “Yup. He said that we needed a picker-upper after, um, the whole thing you told us about. I told him it was a good idea, and so he decided to do it. Kinda works for our monthly project, too.”

Hinata tilted his head, confused.

“Oh, right, you probably don’t know. Each of us have to do a project by the 29th of every month, to practice our talents, I think. They’re usually pretty fun. This month I’m practicing speedrunning.” And Nanami postured herself more upright, modestly pleased with herself.

       “That sounds cool. So Hanamura-kun is making soup?”

       “Not just any soup, Hinata-kun!” Hanamura piped up, shoes skidding across the hardwood as he posed dramatically. “A soup that could wake the dead! A soup that challenges what flavor profiles work together! A soup that both relaxes and heightens your body!”

       “Oh you could really use that!” Saionji quipped from her seat, scrutinizing the chef. “You’re short and overexcited. Super embarrassing combo.”

       “Brave words from a woman that until two months ago looked like she was twelve.” Hanamura shot back, then dropping to a husky tone. “I should think I wouldn’t have to tell you that size doesn’t matter.”

Saionji gagged, and turned to Tsumiki.

       “Hey, pig-shit. Can you get an STD from bad flirting?”

       “U-um, n-no. B-but th-there are some d-diseases th-that don’t r-require s-sexual contact! L-like –”

       “I take it back, I don’t care. I want both of you to be gone–orrhea. You’re all nasty.”

       “Can you shut the fuck up until after we eat?” Kuzuryu snapped. “Owari’s gonna flood the room with her fuckin’ drool in a few more minutes.”

       “Yeah, cuz I’m friggin’ hungry, dude! C’mon!”

       “Settle down now, kids.” Hanamura chortled, swishing his hair back. “Plenty for everyone. Take your seats!”

Hinata sidled beside Nanami and Komaeda, Kazuichi sitting across from them, although all of them were seated close enough to converse with one another. Hanamura started serving and Owari was already on her second bowl by the time Hinata received one of his own.

When the broth hit his tongue, Hinata almost experienced a high, a current of elation shooting up his spine that made him feel as though he were floating. There was a variety of shellfish combined with a meltingly tender meat he couldn’t quite place.

       “Holy shit, this is unbelievable.” Hinata muffled as he covered his mouth. “What’s in this?”

       “It’s a modified bouillabaisse!” Hanamura responded, eyes glittering. “A shellfish based stock with components of a creole gumbo – alligator instead of chicken, very tricky to get hold of fresh in Japan! I had them bring the fella over here, that meat was cleaned just an hour before I tenderized it.”

       “I don’t believe I’ve ever been in the situation where I could not stop eating.” Komaeda said through spoonfuls of soup. “You’ve outdone yourself, Hanamura-kun.”

Hanamura beamed, waving away the praise despite being obviously moved.

       “Eat your fill! It’s packed with nutrients and  flavor. And a secret ingredient! But all good cooks have their secrets, no?”

       “I’ll take your word for it, man.” Hinata chuckled, refilling his bowl. “I’m going to have to go for a jog after this. You weren’t lying about the whole ‘relaxes and heightens’ thing – I feel like I’ve been given a shot of energy. After the week I’ve had, I’m really grateful.”

       “You’ve had a fuckton of exams.” Kuzuryu inquired as he chewed an oyster. “Half the time you look like a fucking zombie.”

       “Reserve Course is no joke.” Hinata said as he worked through his second portion. “Every other week is exam week. On the bright side, I’m insanely good at problem solving now. My brain slots shit together like a puzzle. Maybe I can go into business or something. Accounting. Something average that makes money.”

       “Maybe you can be a teacher?” Kazuichi suggested, taking off his beanie. “You’re good at helping me with regular homework. My English sucks.”

       “That’s Nagito’s specialty.” Hinata said, leaning against Komaeda, who hummed a laugh. “Half of his books are in English.”

Komaeda rose to ladle himself more soup as he chimed in.

       “Not half, but I prefer to read books in their original language. Dostoyevsky was too challenging, I had to get a translation. Russian is a very difficult language. But I do have a bit of a boost with English. My mother was from Amsterdam, they speak a lot of English there.”

       “Wait, what?” Hinata laughed, removing his blazer. The soup was making him feel very hot. “You never told me that.”

       “I didn’t think to. I don’t talk about either of them much.”

       “We’re both half-Japanese, it’s kind of a cool coincidence.”

       “I’m actually only a quarter. My dad was half Japanese, and half Dutch. I also don’t exactly look Japanese. Fair skin, eyes, and hair? It’s also why I’m tall. Japanese is just my primary language because I lived with my dad’s grandfather for a year until he died, and I spent the rest of my childhood in the orphanage. My mother’s parents passed away young.”

       “And all this time I thought you just chugged milk.” Kuzuryu said, glancing Komaeda up and down. “You lucky bastard.”

       “I am lucky, but I wouldn’t say that right after someone refers to their time in an orphanage, Kuzuryu-kun.” Komaeda replied crisply as he resumed his position beside Hinata, tipping broth into his mouth. “It comes off as a bit tactless.”

       “Oh fuck – sorry man, uh. Shit. I didn’t. I didn’t mean –”

       “I’m just pulling your leg, Kuzuryu-kun.” Komaeda snickered, shaking his head. “It was a long time ago. And being tall is nice. But Japan isn’t built for people my height. I’m already clumsy, do you know just how often I hit doorframes? I had to custom order a bed. It’s ridiculous.”

       “But you’re like a sexy statue.” Hanamura prowled flirtatiously, wiggling his eyebrows. “Sculpted out of sublime, creamy marble – ack!”

Nanami had swatted Hanamura with a rolled up booklet.

       “Komaeda-kun is a sweet, fluffy sheep, so maybe don’t be gross.” Nanami chided, frowning.

       “Ah, but he’s blushing!” Hanamura teased, and Komaeda postured himself in a dignified manner.

       “I’m just warm, is all. Is it hot in here?” Komaeda mumbled, removing his jacket. “I don’t get hot easily.”

       “Perhaps it is the spices?” Sonia mused, similarly flushed, and fanning herself. “I, too, feel – ah, like I have a fever? Is the temperature in the classroom higher than it is normally?”

       “Ibuki runs hot, but even I’m on fire! Bleh, it’s like a dang sauna.”

       “I wasn’t going to say anything, but yeah, it’s fucking boiling.” Kuzuryu agreed, wiping his brow. “Heart’s pounding a mile a fuckin’ minute. Fuck, should we open a window?”

Hinata had polished off his third helping of soup at this point, Komaeda just starting on his own. Hinata was puzzled, his body was buzzing while at the same time searingly hot. His brain felt a little foggy.

       “It’s really weird.” Hinata huffed, rolling up his sleeves. “My mæ̀ makes food way hotter than this. I’m pretty sure my body is made of fifty percent ground chili powder. I’ve eaten my yāy’s Gaeng Tai Pla without sniffling once when I visited Bangkok. I’m basically immune. But damn am I sweating right now.”

       “It – it ain’t even spicy really.” Owari panted, her irises glazed over. “I’m no friggin’ lightweight when it comes to spice, neither. An’ I feel like… Kinda… Strange?”

Hinata scanned the room. Nidai and Owari had demolished six bowls of soup each, and they were red-faced and restless, Nidai’s brow furrowed as he tapped his hands against his leg in an almost agitated sort of way. Saionji was situated in one of the chairs and had reclined against the back, her cheeks pink, lids drooping as she brushed her bangs away from her forehead. Tsumiki was chewing her lip and fidgeting more than usual. Kuzuryu was breathing loudly through his nose, face buried in his palms. Kazuichi was frustratedly unbuttoning his uniform. Pekoyama’s naturally impassive, intimidating glare was replaced with a disoriented daze.

       “Hanamura-kun.” Hinata heaved, rounding on the man, struck by dizziness. “What was that ‘secret ingredient’ exactly?”

       “Just a little flavor enhancer I got from the Ultimate Pharmacist.” Hanamura answered, a coy smile broadening on his lips. “It has the dual purpose of being an extremely effective aphrodisiac.”

       “What the fuck, man?!” Kuzuryu barked, his voice strangled. “How – how the f-fuck are we supposed to go home like this? The fuck is wrong with you?! You pulled this shit ages back – Yukizome-sensei is gonna fucking kill you!”

       “Last time was a failed experiment!” Hanamura exclaimed, crossing his arms. “This aphrodisiac is completely natural! No side effects after it wears off! And I wanted to give everyone the opportunity to go home with it!”

       “Some of us are single, you jackass!” Kazuichi blustered, his complexion coloring a steady scarlet. “How’re we supposed to deal – I can’t – I can’t even stand right now!”

Hinata turned to Komaeda, who was stoic aside of the rosiness blossoming up from his collar, his eyes a bit brighter than usual. Nanami was thwacking Hanamura with a magazine in a fury, telling him off. Owari suddenly stood and snatched Nidai by the back of his shirt, hauling him out of the classroom.

       “Hajime, I’m not feeling very well.” Komaeda murmured, lashes fluttering hazily. “Can you help me walk to the restroom, please?”

       “Yeah, of course, come here.” Hinata hoisted Komaeda onto his shoulder, glaring at Hanamura. “You’ve crossed a line, man. It’s one thing if you tell people what they’re getting into, another if you’re just going to spring it on them. It’s illegal, you pervert.”

       “Yes, of course, you’re right.” Hanamura mused, but Hinata noticed the chef’s gaze was focused below his belt. “But can I just say –?”

       “No. Nope. You’re cut off.” Hinata snarled. “Next time I see you I’m going to kick your ass. Come on, Nagito, there you go, it’s gonna be fine.”

       “Can you grab my bag, please?”

       “Sure.” Hinata swung the satchel over his free shoulder. “I’ve got it.”

Hinata hobbled his boyfriend out of the space, moving towards the bathroom, but Komaeda stopped leaning on him once they were at the end of the hallway, grabbing Hinata by the elbow and dragging him towards the stairwell leading towards the roof.

“Nagito?” Hinata raised his eyebrows, pointing in the other direction. “The toilet’s that way.”

       “I know. We aren’t going there.” Komaeda replied, pulling Hinata behind him until they reached the exit to the rooftop. Komaeda retrieved a multitool from his pocket, crouched, and began to pick the lock under the handle.

       “Uh. Why?”

Komaeda didn't answer, fiddling with the lock until there was a clicking noise, and the lever gave when his pushed it down to grant them entry to the exterior. There was a pleasant breeze, and Hinata stepped outside. Komaeda locked the door after them, sliding the additional bolt that was embedded into the metal for good measure.

       “Because no one comes up here aside of the gardener on the weekends. There’s a shed over there.” Komaeda eventually said, yanking Hinata by his lapel to the shack in question, swinging open the entryway and stepping within, Hinata in tow, before closing them in and latching the space to prevent any intrusion.

       “Ohh.”  Hinata chuckled, feeling the tremor in Komaeda’s grip. “You’re not feeling unwell at all, are you?”

       “I – er. I’m – you know.”

Hinata traced his fingers along the span of Komaeda’s arms, massaging them into his shoulders and then dragging them down the curve of his back, edging nearer to kiss his neck.

       “What do you want, my Nagito?” Hinata crooned, nipping his Adam’s apple, earning a shiver from Komaeda. “I can go down on you. Do you like that idea? No mess, and you can be as loud as you want in here.”

Hinata’s pelvis ached. Komaeda had cursed in a rough, deep timbre at the proposal, but separated just enough to bump their foreheads together, his pupils dilated and glossy.

       “In – in the bag. I, uh. I happened to – just in case –”

Hinata groaned and wrenched Komaeda into a hungry kiss, his boyfriend’s tongue hot and eager in his mouth, their knees buckling as they tumbled onto the ground. Hinata grabbed for the bag, unlatching it in a hurry as Komaeda grinded his hips against Hinata’s erection.

Komaeda broke their contact to root through the contents of the satchel, removing a box of condoms and lubricant, placing them within reach before throwing himself back onto Hinata, who arched against the weight of his lover, fumbling to remove Komaeda’s tie and sweater vest. Komaeda nearly tore off Hinata’s shirt, adjusting their position so that Hinata’s back was against a few large sacks of topsoil.

Hinata was bare from the waist up, biting his lip as Komaeda pulled his sweater vest over his head, loosening his tie and casting the two articles of clothes to the side. His dress shirt had half of the buttons plucked off, partially exposing his pale torso, and Komaeda prepared to remove it before Hinata stopped him.

       “Don’t take it off completely, just – try holding it in your mouth.” Hinata panted, and Komaeda obliged, the edge of his shirt clipped between his teeth. Hinata admired the sight, digging his hands into Komaeda’s abdomen, and roving them up to tweak his nipples. “Fuck. Fuck me, you look so hot like this.”

       “Do I now?” Komaeda chuckled through the fabric, grinding his hips again and letting his shirt fall for a beat to crane over Hinata and suckle his jugular, which made Hinata squirm with arousal. His breath tickled Hinata when he spoke again. “Speak for yourself. You’re driving me insane.”

       “Good, I try really hard.” Hinata laughed, his humor faltering when Komaeda bit onto his nape, tilting his head back to give him easier access. Hinata felt Komaeda suck fiercely onto the sensitive area, and he bucked his groin up, a whine slipping through his teeth.

Each bite, kiss, and lick felt agonizingly pleasant, Hinata’s body tingling with sensitivity, and when Komaeda left a wet trail and reached one of the pert buds on his chest, swirling his tongue over it and nibbling, Hinata swore, goosebumps erupting over his skin.

“I – fuck – I don’t know whether to hate or thank Hanamura-kun right now. Please let me suck you off, I’m losing my mind.”

Komaeda grabbed two fistfuls of Hinata’s hair, kissing him again, tongues meshing in a frenzied, sloppy fervor, and Hinata looped his arm around Komaeda’s neck, his free hand undoing Komaeda’s slacks, dipping below the hem of his boxers and wrapping his fingers around his hot, stiff member, thumbing the slit to moisten his hand with pre, and stroking.

Komaeda emitted a deliciously filthy groan into his mouth, and Hinata had to hold his breath just to stop from busting at the mere sound of it, the way it vibrated down his throat.

       “I feel like I should give you a warning,” Komaeda husked, a stunning shade of red dusting high in his cheeks. “Whatever was in that soup, I don’t think one time will suffice. Is that alright?”

       “Oh God yes.” Hinata gasped. “And since you gave me a warning, I’ll give you one too.”

       “Is that so? Go ahead.” Komaeda smirked.

       “Any semblance of a filter I’ve got is going straight out of the window, right now. So I’m gonna be pretty honest.”

       “Can I get a demonstration?”

Hinata grinned cheekily, still pumping Komaeda’s erection.

       “Oh, sure.” Hinata brushed his lips against the shell of Komaeda’s ear, lowering his voice to a gravelly whisper. “Please fuck my mouth already, you already know I belong to you, and I really need to taste you. How’s that, Nagito?”

Komaeda’s eyes widened, and his head plopped onto Hinata’s shoulder.

       “Jesus Christ.”  Komaeda muttered, swallowing thickly. “Yes. I – I like that.”

Komaeda kissed Hinata while shuffling his pants and underwear down, scooting up so that his knees were cushioned by the spongy bags of soil Hinata was reclined against, his boyfriend’s sex eyelevel and inches away from his lips.

Hinata flicked the trim of Komaeda’s dress shirt, a wordless instruction, and Komaeda hitched the cloth between his mandibles once more.

Hinata pooled spit onto his palm, jerking Komaeda off while he kissed along the length, mouthing, and suckling his undercarriage, using his other hand to roll the soft, sensitive mounds in a gentle massage as Hinata nosed the coarse bush that tapered above his twitching girth.

       “Your scent turns me on so fucking bad.” Hinata hushed, peering up at Komaeda, who had braced himself against the wall behind them and had his fingers loosely covering his reddened face, his expression that of a man being tortured by lust. Hinata grazed his lips over the tip of Komaeda’s dick, working the flat of his tongue against his frenulum before pulling back again. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

       “H-Hajime, at –” Komaeda stammered, his words stifled by the shirt in his maw. “A-at this rate I’m going to cum j-just from you looking at me, s-so please – ohh f-fuck.”

Hinata drew Komaeda’s cock past his lips, relaxing his jaw, letting it curve down his throat and swallowing around it. His gag reflex was nonexistent currently thanks to plenty of practice, and Hinata dragged his head back before bobbing back down, saliva dribbling down his chin, groping Komaeda’s testes and watching as his boyfriend’s nails skittered against the wall, his milky thighs shaking. Hinata moaned around him, reaching for Komaeda’s arm.

Komaeda was a mess, quivering from top to bottom as tears of heat welled in his eyes, just coherent enough to tenderly lace their fingers together, Hinata taking a moment to nuzzle his lover’s hand before resting it on his hair.

“God, you’re going to kill me, love. Pinch me if I push too hard, please?” Komaeda rasped, the hem of his button down now soaked by drool, and Hinata hummed an assent.

Komaeda tangled his digits into Hinata’s locks and forced his head down to the hilt, thrusting into his throat at the same time, and Hinata hollowed his cheeks, sucking and slurping with every movement, his libido needling each muscle and tendon, desire writhing in his gut so unbearably that Hinata whimpered and kneaded his own urgent, throbbing cock over his starchy uniform.

Komaeda was slurring a ceaseless string of jumbled curses that mingled with Hinata’s name, their eyes locked onto one another, and Komaeda’s features were set into something heartbreakingly desperate, his brow creased in such a sweet, needy way that Hinata moved his hands from their respective places and shifted them to caress Komaeda’s slender waist.

His skin was silky underneath Hinata’s touch, damp from sweat, and Hinata felt the familiar swell of Komaeda’s erection heavy on his tongue as his boyfriend jerked his dick in and out of Hinata’s mouth frenetically, ripping his dress shirt over his head and chucking it in a panicked frenzy across the room.

Both hands twisted into Hinata’s tresses, Komaeda’s pleading gaze not breaking contact with Hinata’s as he fucked his throat and shattered into a blissful, sobbing mess.

“Oh G-God, oh God, oh God, o-oh God, fuck, fuck, f-fuck, fuck, f-f-fuck, fuck, fuck, F-FUCK!”

Komaeda banged his fist against the wall of the shack, gasping and seizing, and finally bursting bitter, velvety release that flooded along Hinata’s gums until he drank it down. Hinata eased off while sucking in his cheeks to achieve a sluggish, lewd pop upon removal, and Komaeda spasmed.

“How – how on earth am I still hard?” Komaeda wheezed, gulping air. “And – God – still…?”

       “Horny?” Hinata croaked, rubbing his throat. “No idea, but don’t worry, I am on the case.”

Komaeda snorted, dipping down to lay flush against Hinata, kissing him like it kept him alive, and Hinata nudged his tented crotch against Komaeda’s leg. Komaeda smiled into the contact before separating.

       “Is that a reminder?”

       “More like a call to arms.” Hinata said seriously, and Komaeda burst into stitches.

       “A-any specific requests I should be aware of?” Komaeda asked, attempting to staunch the giggles crackling in his voice.

       “I’m very open to suggestions.” Hinata replied, lavishing smooches on his face. “But pass me the box. And the lube.”

Komaeda clambered off of him, and Hinata used the period to unbuckle his slacks and shove them off, his boxers following shortly after. Komaeda tossed the condoms over, and Hinata caught them.

       “I might need a few minutes before I can, er. Do...”

       “Me?” Hinata finished for him, and Komaeda chortled, still pink from the neck up. “Do you want to switch things up? I know you’ve only done it a couple of times, but, uh, you seemed to enjoy it.”

Komaeda wore a peculiar expression, vague and tinted by wonder, and Hinata raised an eyebrow.

“Are you alright, Nagito?”

       “I’m, er. I’m great, I’m just realizing that I’ll do legitimately anything right now. I’m this close,” Komaeda pinched his thumb and forefinger together. “To essentially becoming a wild animal. Which, as someone with a generally strong sense of self-control, is... New.”

       “Do it.”

Komaeda blinked, somehow going even redder.

       “I... What?”

       “Go wild. You and I ate the same amount of whatever it was that Hanamura concocted. I’m about to lose my cool altogether. I mean it. Go wild.”

There was a tense pause, Komaeda’s pupils drifting slowly over Hinata’s naked figure, and he nodded.

And then he pounced. Hinata was pinned against the sacks of soil, Komaeda’s tongue thirstily exploring his mouth before he pulled back and tore open a condom to sheathe over Hinata’s dick, uncapping the bottle of lubricant and drenching his digits, and Hinata was a hair’s breadth away from having a fucking crisis as Komaeda slipped a finger past his own opening and began to prep himself.

“Holy shit. Holy – wait – holy shit.” Hinata sat up, lifting Komaeda by his rear and making him squawk in surprise, switching their positions so Hinata could get a better view of his boyfriend fingering himself. Komaeda added another digit, his lids crinkled shut in concentration, small puffs of air escaping his nose, stretching his entrance to add a third, his knees trembling.

       “Angle is frustrating.” Komaeda grumbled, and Hinata prowled overtop, peppering kisses along his companion’s chest, slathering lubricant over his latex-covered shaft. “A bit tricky to reach.”

       “Let me help you. Move your hand, babe.” Hinata cooed, and Komaeda obeyed, letting him glide his own fingers inside, twisting his wrist until they were buried down to the knuckle, curling them to probe for that small bulge, and locating it without difficulty.

       “Oh God – Hajime – right – r-right there, that’s, that feels r-really good.”

       “No pain?” Hinata checked, suckling bruises from the slope of Komaeda’s shoulder down his sternum, teasing his nipple between his teeth.

       “H-ah - God – no, n-no pain, just – oh Christ, fuck me.” Komaeda heaved, taking Hinata’s jaw in his grasp and pulling him up to kiss him messily. “Fuck me, please, I don’t give a damn if I sound like an animal, fuck me.”

Hinata removed his digits, lining his swollen sex up with Komaeda’s opening, and gingerly pushing inside, pouring on additional lube as he did so, relief surging throughout his body. Komaeda tightened around Hinata’s cock, and Hinata had to control himself not to blow his load on the spot.

       “Relax Nagito, r-relax.”  Hinata choked out, cupping Komaeda’s cheek. “Holy fuck you’re tight – hah – are you okay?”

       “H-Hajime, I love you, I love you so much, so p-please move, please, I’m f-fine, d-don’t ask, just – just –”

Hinata dragged himself out, raised Komaeda up, tilted his hips and reamed into him at full force.

“FUCK - GOD, YES!”  Komaeda screamed, raking his nails down Hinata’s back. “THERE!  O-oh m-my God, yes, yes, fuck me, please, hard, harder, just like – just like – AH!”

Hinata swiveled his pelvis back and hurled forward again, supporting Komaeda by sliding his arms underneath him and gripping his shoulders, kissing his temple as Hinata thrust quick and merciless into his lover’s prostate.

       “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” Hinata purred, heat coiling in his stomach, every inch of skin ablaze, the exalted begging echoing throughout the shed only fueling him more, riling Hinata into a bestial level of passion. “You’re so fucking perfect. I can’t s-stand it sometimes. It’s f-fucking unbearable how much I love you. And Jesus, N-Nagito, you f-feel so right, I’m – f-fuck!”

       “Please m-more, please Hajime, puh-please sweetheart, I’m so – s-so fucking close, just – just to the left – just a little to the – Y-YES!”

Komaeda was in total disrepair, his walls clamping taut and twitching about Hinata’s sex, lurching his hips up to meet each pound forth that Hinata provided, biting down on Hinata’s neck to muffle his escalating wails of pleasure, hugging him with tremulous limbs, and Komaeda threw his head back to sob gratefully as Hinata railed him through his second orgasm, cum splattering between their intertwined figures.

“D-don’t stop, k-keep going, keep – keep – k-keep g-going, hard-er –!”

Hinata was reaching his limit, his muscles sore from exertion, nailing into Komaeda’s sweet spot as ferociously as he could, and Komaeda shuddered, taking an enormous breath before convulsing, another splash slicking their chests together, which finally knocked Hinata over the edge, almost crushing Komaeda with the strength of his embrace, a wave of satisfaction rolling through Hinata, who came so hard that he blacked out for a split second, his vocal chords stinging as he cried out.

       “H-hah – h-holy shit.” Hinata coughed. “Jesus this is – this is torture.”

Hinata, despite having just finished, felt as though he was being edged, his arousal more acute than before. Komaeda was, like himself, still erect.

       “You have no idea.” Komaeda whined, skin glittering with perspiration, tears clumping his lashes together. “I feel like I’m going insane.”

Hinata pulled out of Komaeda, pecking between his eyes.

       “Again?” Hinata panted, his abs burning.

       “Please. But switch places with me, you must be tired.” Komaeda sat up, wincing. “Good lord, that hurts!”

       “Yeah, I wouldn’t have gone that hard under normal circumstances. You’ve only taken me like… Twice? Three times, maybe? You’re not used to it, yet. It goes away after a while.”

Komaeda gawked at him.

       “Did I do this to you, too? I didn’t exactly take it slow the first few times!”

       “I’ve got a high pain tolerance.” Hinata said simply. “And I wasn’t going to give up that experience just because of a little soreness.”

Hinata flopped onto the sacks of topsoil, catching his breath while buzzing electric zaps of carnal longing jumped from nerve to nerve like a live wire thrashing throughout his system. The artistry of Komaeda’s nude form wasn’t helping his efforts to stop being turned on. Especially when it came to admiring his boyfriend as he rolled on a condom.

       “It’s bearable currently because I can’t really focus on pain." Komaeda commented. "But I can’t imagine whatever experience you had just made you shrug it off.”

       “I mean, you’re insanely accurate. I’ve never had to redirect you because your talent gives you the cosmic ability to get the results you want. Plus, I go crazy for how you get when you’re on top of me.”

Komaeda blinked, and then squinted at him, bemused.

       “How I get?”

       “Yeah, you know. A little possessive. Like you want to monopolize me. Your personality isn’t all that bossy, whereas I definitely am, so it drives me fucking wild when you get kind of aggressive.”

       “I – I don’t get possessive! I’m – I – it isn’t –!”

       “Nagito, unlike you, I’m very used to getting fucked. So instead of getting flustered, how about you unleash the beast? Talk down to me, act like you own me. I already know you’re a great boyfriend, you cherish the hell out of me. I feel loved and respected. So, with that in mind, please just wreck me. Fucking destroy me.”

Komaeda audibly gulped, running a hand over his face.

       “It won’t hurt you?”

       “It hasn’t hurt me for weeks.”

       “And it won’t upset you?”

       “It’s really hot when you insult me while we’re having sex, so no.”

Komaeda bit his lip, peering askance bashfully.

       “Can – can I still call you pet names?”

       “Always, my Nagito. I love you.”

Komaeda heaved a quavering breath and sighed.

       “Alright. If – if it’s too much, or – if –”

       “I’ll tell you to stop, please don’t worry.”

Komaeda nodded, gathered another breath, and leapt at Hinata, their lips crashing together into a fevered, aggressive kiss, Komaeda wrapping his fingers around his jugular and squeezing just enough that it took Hinata a bit of extra effort to inhale. Hinata wriggled from excitement.

This scratched an itch, the tightening pressure on his windpipe, the smarting yanks of his hair, the sharp little bites Komaeda made from his earlobe to the buds on his breast. This really scratched an itch.

Komaeda greased Hinata’s entrance, gliding two digits in with ease, grinding his fingertips against that blessed bundle of nerves, and Hinata whimpered.

       “Are you this easy because you’re talent-chasing scum, or because you do this for everyone?” Komaeda growled against his ear, and Hinata felt himself fraying at the seams from delight. “I hardly need to prep you, I could fuck you as you are, and you’d probably love it, wouldn’t you?”

       “Y-yes, God yes.” Hinata gasped, nodding madly.

And within seconds, Hinata felt Komaeda’s fingers being removed, replaced by his cock being shoved inside, thick, hot, and filling, and Hinata flailed, his spine curving, and Komaeda throttled him more strictly.

       “Do you need an Ultimate to tell you to keep still? Are you that much of an arrogant fucking imbecile?”

Hinata gently tapped Komaeda’s wrist, and his grip instantly softened.

       “I’ll stay still, please fuck me, please.”

Komaeda let go of Hinata’s neck to hug him around the middle, sucking hickeys where his hand had been, easing his dick out and ramming the bullseye that made Hinata’s mind go blank, a starburst of heat exploding in his groin, a mess erupting from his erection.

       “You really needed that, didn’t you? Do you finish that fast for every Ultimate that touches you? Are you this much of a slut for anyone who takes enough pity to fuck you?”

       “N-no, only you – o-only you, ever –”

Komaeda picked up the pace now, and Hinata’s chest stuttered, his heart racing.

I need this, I need this, just a bit more.

       “Ah, so I should consider myself your handler then, is that right?” Komaeda crooned, forcing Hinata to stare him directly in the eye. “Why should I give a damn? What do I get out of that sort of arrangement with a Reserve Course brat?”

       “Y-you can ruin me, f-fuck me up, please, please sir.”

Komaeda’s pupils dilated, his mask of patronizing superiority falling.

There’s his breaking point.

Komaeda hoisted up Hinata’s thighs and nailed Hinata harder and deeper than before, winding him, and he clutched onto him and whined, tears of overstimulation splashing down his cheeks, mewling pathetically, and Komaeda was quaking, kissing Hinata with such ardent devotion that he damn near lost his mind.

       “You’re mine, you’re my love, my heart, no one else can fucking touch you, I’m just unstable enough that I’ll break anyone who tries.”

       “Yes – yes – yes – yes – y-yes –!”

Komaeda slammed into him, and Hinata could only let out a squeak before every blistering ounce of desire imploded in on itself and ignited, a glass tipping on a high shelf...

       “You need me to own you, because that means an Ultimate loves you, even if it’s a lie you tell yourself to excuse whoring yourself out. But I’ve got news for you, you worthless, dirty little leech. Can you guess what it is?”

That glass tipping, so fucking dangerously, just on the edge of that perilously high shelf...!

“You own me, Hinata Hajime. I love you, I fucking love you, I love you when you’re weak, and crying, and vulnerable, and when you’re begging me to ruin you – I belong to a foul-mouthed Reserve student, and I love it. My Hajime, my love, my everything – I – oh, Hajime.”

       “Oh God, oh fuck – o-oh – h-hah – I-I’m, I’m r-right – right, r-right th-there, r-right th – oh my G-God, that’s – that’s g-good, th-that’s – N-Nagito, p-please, I’m – a-ah, YES!”

A glass tipping finally slips, falling and shattering and Hinata shattered right with it, extremities all tangled and locked around his boyfriend while Komaeda fucked him through an orgasm that tore through him like a dagger through satin, his release spurting no higher than his navel, his bones no stronger than the branches of a willow.

Komaeda kept going, and Hinata became inconsolable, spouting gibberish as he kept peaking and crashing until his cum leaked thin and watery down his shaft, until there was nothing left in him, and Komaeda shouted out his name so many times that Hinata lost count.

And then after they both trembled and climaxed a final time, they collapsed, and Hinata passed out.

Hinata woke, not in a shed, but on Komaeda’s plush mattress in his partner’s bedroom, stripped to his underwear, his body clean, covered in a blanket. He yawned, glancing around. He heard the sound of water rushing in the bathroom.

       “Nagito?”

Komaeda poked his head out and immediately stepped to sit beside Hinata. He had changed into a t-shirt and sweatpants.

       “I am a monster beyond reproach, Hajime, I’m so sorry.”

       “Don’t say stuff like that, you’re my favorite person in the world. How’d I get here? I figured we’d end up sleeping in the shack.”

       “Er, well, I considered it, but I really pushed you. I was terrified you might get sick, so I tidied us up a bit and managed to drag you back to the classroom.”

A tentacle of dread wound around Hinata’s heart like a python ready to constrict the life out of him.

       “Oh no. Who was there? Don’t tell me people saw me.”

       “Most of them had left!” Komaeda assured him hurriedly. “And we weren’t the only ones to, er, do rash things. Nidai-kun was there, apparently readying himself to bludgeon Hanamura-kun to death. Owari-san was, er, in a similar shape to you. So, I did something a bit unethical.”

Hinata cringed.

       “What did you do?”

       “Well, ah. I may have bullied Hanamura-kun into calling up the Ultimate Pharmacist he got that aphrodisiac from, got him to beg her for something medicinal, and then when she arrived, I might have made him pay her a large amount of money to never accept a request from him ever again.”

       “Whoa, wait. You bullied him? Not Nekomaru?”

       “It turns out that I found one type of pain that he’s afraid of. His fingers. He needs them to cook, to write, to do anything, really. So I gave him an example of what that would look like. All Nidai-kun needed to do was hold him down, really. And I was being kind, if one thinks about it! I only did it to his pinky fingernail on his non-dominant hand, and that’s after he drugged sixteen people.”

Hinata gaped at Komaeda, who rubbed the back of his neck, ashamed.

“I apologize, I know that it sounds horrific, but I needed to make sure he wouldn’t do it again. I may be spending too much time with Kuzuryu-kun, too, but... You were unconscious, and Owari-san was out like a light, too. So I’m running a bath, and I put some of that tonic I got in the water, so hopefully you’ll feel better.”

       “I’m impressed, Nagito. You got Hanamura-kun to back off. Not bad. But you don’t need to worry about me so much, I’m really fine.”

Komaeda was grimacing, and Hinata frowned.

       “Er, try – try to stand, and you’ll see why I’m angry with myself.”

       “Alright, sure.” Hinata sat up. “Don’t see what the biiiiIG HOLY FUCK –!”  Hinata had swung his legs off the bed and was shortly enveloped by a nauseating level of anguish radiating from the waist down.

“What the hell  happened?!” Hinata groaned, shivering from pain. “This is new! This is fucking unparalleled!”

       “Yes, well, we went for about twelve rounds in under two hours. Er. Vigorously. Even I’m hurting, and I didn’t go through what you did.”

       “Okay, sure, but it was really good, so?!” Hinata shouted at his body. “Stop giving me shit and work! Move your legs you – ho-okay. Okay, okay, okay. So, my running days are over.”

Komaeda snorted.

       “Oh no they aren't. Hold your breath and let me help you to the bath. Up we go.”

Hinata muffled a howl of agony into his palm, and Komaeda took him into the bathroom, plunking Hinata in the steaming, bubble-filled tub with his underwear still on, and Hinata shed tears of pure gratitude, comforting relief seeping through his wrecked body. He removed his underwear and settled in the water.

       “Is that Ultimate a wizard?” Hinata murmured, nuzzling against Komaeda’s hand as he stroked Hinata’s cheek. “Or am I gonna get out of this tub and be in hell again?”

       “I’m not sure what it is exactly, but it’s got anti-inflammatory properties that speed up recovery, is an analgesic, and is vaguely sedative, so you’ll probably be able to walk after this bath and get some sleep. Kimura-san was actually very kind. I told her a bit about my own pharmaceutical history, and she offered to try and make me something to help. We exchanged numbers. She gave me a few bottles of this treatment as an apology on Hanamura-kun’s behalf. Truly a kind woman.”

       “Why are you sitting on the toilet?”

       “I’m sitting on the toilet seat, Hajime. I have some dignity.”

       “No, I mean why am I the only one in the bath? This thing’s big. Rich person big.”

       “I am rich, so your theory checks out.” Komaeda chuckled, and Hinata grumped at him. “I wanted you to be able to stretch out.”

       “I’ll still be able to stretch out if you’re in here. More importantly, I’m just tired enough to demand attention. So that’s what I’m doing. Demanding for you to get in here and give me attention.”

Komaeda appeared to be repressing a laugh, but the corners of his mouth gave him away.

       “Understood, I’ve received my orders.” And Komaeda undressed, making Hinata balk.

       “What the hell did I do to you? Jesus, Nagito, it looks like you took on a mountain lion with just your fists! Did my bites break skin?! I barely even have fingernails, how does your back look so mangled?!”

Komaeda stepped into the bath, cuddling Hinata.

       “If you multiply my usual marks by ten, this isn’t that strange. Normally it just looks like I had a run in with a particularly ornery housecat. A housecat times ten sums up to approximately a mountain lion. Maybe a lynx. Or a jaguar. Perhaps a small tiger.”

       “So I’m your pet cat, now?”

       “Oh no, not at all!” Komaeda replied in a breezy tone laden with irony. “You just have many things in common with them. It’s very cute.”

       “I thought you were a dog person.”

       “I’m an animal person. I like them all differently.”

Hinata burrowed under Komaeda’s chin, kissing his collarbone. They snuggled in silence for a while, the only sound being swishing water and the soft ‘smeck’ of exchanged kisses. Hinata felt his stomach growl.

       “Is it late right now?”

       “Not very. Probably around seven.”

       “Do you think there’s a place that delivers steak? Like a good steak.”

Komaeda grinned down at him.

       “N-no, Hajime.” He giggled. “I don’t think m-most places deliver proper steak.”

       “I’d kill for a steak right now. God, and coconut pudding. The kind with mango chunks in it, and tapioca, fuck it’s so good. And just a massive bowl of rice. Three things – rice, steak, and coconut pudding.”

       “We could have dinner in an hour, you can take some pain relievers, and we can go somewhere nice, if you like. Just pick a place that catches your eye.”

       “Uh, I feel like that’s an abuse of power on my part. It’s your money, Nagito, not mine.”

       “You never ask for anything, and I’ve never actually been able to share before. I usually just search for people that look sad on the street and give them ten grand. Occasionally pay off loans for people. And those are just strangers.”

Komaeda said all of this in a state of utter contentment, his hair swept back, his eyes closed.

“Let me give you things once in a while. It doesn’t have to be often. Besides, a high end restaurant usually provides tamper-free food. No worries about being drugged at all. Just once in a while. I’ll get you a Mont Blanc.”

       “I actually prefer coconut. It’s a Thai thing.” Hinata hummed, intertwining their fingers. “What was that dessert Hanamura mentioned?”

       “Oh, don’t bring that up again!”

       “What? I’m just saying –”

       “Hajime!”

       “– it’s an evocative image!”

Komaeda scooped a handful of bubbles and splotched it onto Hinata’s face, chortling.

       “...I can get you a coconut cream cake, after the steaks.”

       “I’ll allow it.” Hinata conceded, smirking. “Thank you. I love you.”

Komaeda tugged him into a kiss, chaste and calming and warm with affection, hugging Hinata around his shoulders.

       “I love you too.”