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The sounds of keyboards clicking and pages being printed fills the dim and stuffy office where the—now healing—remnants of despair must complete their daily tasks for the Future Foundation. Today, Hajime and his boyfriend Nagito find themselves loaded with unavoidable amounts of paperwork.
They both sit at their shared desk, tucked away in the corner of the office, a spot that Nagito picked because he claimed they’d “be away from distractions”, but it was obvious to Hajime that he just wanted to be alone with him while they worked.
Hajime sat hunched over his computer. The bright light of the screen made his tan skin look blue, and his fingers typed quick and attentively. His lips were in a tight line and his face was riddled with concentration.
Nagito sat in the swivel chair next to his lover. He sat more comfortably than the other, his legs crossed in seat while his body relaxed into the back of the chair. He held a pen pressed to his pale lips while staring down at the papers and folders in front of him in frustration.
Nagito’s eyes darted over to Hajime, he admired how focused his boyfriend looked, and felt bad that he couldn’t become just as immersed in his own work. Of course someone as smart and determined as Hajime wouldn’t mind doing some paperwork. Work like this is probably nothing to him, considering he runs around all day taking care of everyone.
Nagito wonders how he got such an amazing boyfriend, and why Hajime would ever saddle himself with someone who’s too lazy to complete basic reports.
A heavy sigh escaped from Nagito’s mouth. It must have been louder, and a little more dramatic than he assumed because the sigh had gained Hajime’s attention and Nagito was now met with hazel and red eyes.
“What?” Hajime muttered firmly, the hint of irritation in his voice made Nagito’s lips curl into sheepish smile. “Ahh, please don’t let me distract you from your work.” Nagito tilted his head to fully look at Hajime, who stared at him with a stern expression.
“Well there’s clearly something wrong. You’ve been sitting there staring at me and you’ve barely touched that pen to a piece of paper. C’mon Komaeda, the sooner you’re done with this the sooner you get to go back home.” Nagito nodded slowly as his boyfriend lectured him, but his mind—and eyes— wandered elsewhere.
Nagito lightly bit on the pen that rested on his bottom lip, while his eyes floated from Hajime’s eyes, down to his lips, then finally settling on his chest. Hajime was wearing his regular uniform of a white button up and black jeans. But as many times as he’s worn this outfit, Nagito will forever be impressed by the way such a plain shirt hugs Hajime’s body so well.
“Komaeda! Are you even listening to me right now?” Hajime exclaimed, reminding Nagito that he was in the middle of being yelled at.
“Hinata…“ Nagito whined with a look of exhaustion. “We live on a tropical island, why should we spend our time doing reports and paperwork when we could be on the beach, or at the library, or in our bedroom?” Nagito spun in his chair as he spoke, Hajime reaching forward to firmly stop his spinning.
“That exact mindset is what got you weeks behind on work. You have to take responsibility from time to time. Remember, the Future Foundation is only letting us remain on this island because…” Nagito tries his hardest to listen, but Hajime’s voice quickly trails off into mumbles of nothingness as his eyes focus back on his second favorite part of Hajime’s body.
He observes how tightly Hajime’s white button up fits around his chest, while being comfortably loose on his waist and arms. The cotton of his shirt is of good quality, but still, if he looks close enough he can see the outline of Hajime’s nipples. He wonders if Hajime is cold, or if that shirt just isn’t enough to hide his perfect chest.
Hajime’s eyebrows furrow as he lets out an annoyed sigh. “You’re still not listening, why do I even bother?” Hajime turned in his chair to face his computer again. He rolled his neck to relieve some of the tension in his muscles.
“Ahh, sorry Hinata.” Nagito twirls a tangle of hair between two of his fingers. As he watches Hajime crack his knuckles while trying to regain focus, Nagito starts to feel bad for causing such a distraction. However, his statement about wishing they were somewhere else still stands true.
Ever since the two became an official couple, which was about a month after waking up from the Neo World Program, dates were always sparse. The most quality time Nagito gets from Hajime is when they’re sitting behind this desk, and even then they barely talk. It’s disappointing that they live on such a beautiful island, and he has to spend time with his boyfriend cooped up in this suffocating office.
Their sex life has taken the most damage. Some nights Hajime is too busy to even come back to the cottage, but when he does he’s drained out of all energy. Nagito feeds off of tired make out sessions and morning blowjobs before Hajime leaves for work. It’s all frustrating to say the least.
Nagito knows how important of a role Hajime plays on the island, he’ll always admire him for how he led all their friends towards a path of rehabilitation. But sometimes, he just wishes Hajime would ditch the responsibilities, just for him.
Hajime finished up cracking his knuckles with the pop of his pinky finger. Before preparing to get back to work, he rolled his shoulders back to ease the pain in his spine caused by his horrible posture while typing. Nagito couldn’t help but notice that the more Hajime stretched, tension was being put on the chest area of his shirt.
Nagito could see the buttons trying to resist, but he kept stretching, further, and further, until…
Pop.
Nagito and Hajime’s eyes followed the small black button as it flew off of Hajime’s shirt and landed on the desk with a small clink.
Hajime stared at the escaped button, then looked down at his shirt, a small seam hanging as the spot where the button popped hung open. Nagito realizes that his luck may have granted his wish as he stares at Hajime’s exposed nipple.
“Shit, you’ve gotta be kidding me.” Hajime groaned exhaustedly. He had no time to go back to their cottage and get another shirt, and he didn’t have a sewing kit on hand to fix it.
“Hey Komaeda, since you’re not gonna do anything can you—“ Hajime’s sentence was interrupted by the soft gasp that jumped from his throat as he felt skinny fingers tuck under his shirt and graze over his nipple.
“Komaeda, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” Hajime managed after quickly pulling himself together. “I’m taking advantage of the opportunity my luck has just granted me.” Nagito grinned as he slipped his whole hand past Hajime’s shirt to get a full handful of his chest.
Hajime hastily grabbed onto Nagito’s wrist, eyeing him sternly. “A-Are you crazy? We’re in the office, and we both have work we should be doing.” Hajime kept his voice at a whisper.
“Ugh.. work, work, work.. Doesn’t Hinata-kun deserve a break? His shirt sure thinks he does.” Nagito rolls his chair forward, closer to Hajime’s. He brushes the pad of his thumb over Hajime’s nipple before gently pinching it.
Hajime felt a wave of pleasure spike through his body. His tan face quickly flushes into a deep red and he tightly clenches his jaw to prevent the whimper that threatened to escape. “K-Komaeda.”
“Please Hinata, your chest has been calling to me all day. That button popping was destiny, hope itself guiding me to touch you!” Nagito begged passionately, his thumb and index finger rolling the light brown nipple between them.
Hajime looked ahead at Nagito with a sneer of disbelief. This whole time he’s been trying to motivate Nagito to work, and apparently this is what has been on his mind.
“Y-You’re seriously perverted.” Hajime muttered through his teeth, still holding back the lewd sounds that were building up in his throat. “Lower your damn voice when you’re s-saying stuff like that.”
Nagito felt Hajime’s grip tighten around his wrist as his fingers continued to abuse his nipple. Hajime’s body started to lean further into Nagito’s touch, causing his chair to roll forward until their knees were pressed together. “Aha… It doesn’t look like you want me to stop. Hinata knows how much he needs a break too.”
Hajime only responds with the low hums, but his actions speak louder as his fingers hesitantly move towards his shirt and begin to undo more buttons, exposing his full chest. With a hard swallow, putting down all his shame, he looks back up at Nagito. His once stern and serious expression has completely dissolved into a face of desperation that makes Nagito’s cheeks hot.
It didn’t take long for Nagito to take the hint. Once Hajime finished unbuttoning his shirt, Nagito reached forward to take his other pec into his hand. He kneaded and massaged Hajime’s chest, squeezing and squishing to his heart’s content. Hajime noticed how Nagito’s face was plastered with a giddy expression, as if he was having the most fun of his life.
Once Nagito was satisfied, his attention focused back onto Hajime’s hard and begging nipples. He softly flicked both of them with his thumbs, before pinching tightly and giving them a slight twist. Hajime’s body jerked in response, his lips pursed into a stiff line and his head dropped.
Hajime knows if he let his mouth open just an inch he’d get them caught instantly. The pleasure from Nagito playing with his chest was overwhelming. He could feel whines and moans bubbling and had to force each one down. Hajime couldn’t believe he was allowing something like this to happen, but feeling Nagito’s soft fingers pinch and twist his nipples, made Hajime realize how long he’s gone untouched.
Running around the island all the time has taken a serious toll on him that he had barely even noticed. He has such little time to himself, most days he can’t even enjoy a cup of coffee. So it’s no surprise that sex has been almost completely off the table, he can’t even remember the last time he’d been touched by Nagito like this. He’s pent up, and the more Nagito squeezes and tugs, he thinks he’s gonna burst at any second.
“Home…” Hajime forces the word out, it’s accompanied by a strained whine. “K-Komaeda, let’s go home.” His body trembles in Nagito’s hands as he struggles to string together a sentence.
“Hmm, even though we have all this work to finish?” Nagito teases, but Hajime is too impatient. “F-Fuck… Komaeda, I don’t want to play your games right now.” Hajime huffed out, his eyes fluttering shut as he appreciated the slow circles Nagito rubbed into his chest.
“But Hinata, a game would be so fun after you’ve been working so long.” Nagito grinned widely as one of his hands left Hajime’s chest and slid down to the bulge in his jeans. He used one hand to continue pinching at Hajime’s swollen and abused nipple, while the other slowly stroked Hajime’s erection.
Hajime’s body twitched into Nagito’s touch. He had no choice but to clasp his hand over his mouth, knowing there was no way he’d be able to stay silent on his own. His other hand weakly gripped at the edge of his chair. “S-Seriously… I can’t—“
Nagito leaned his face in closer, tangles of his hair brushing against Hajime’s sweaty forehead. “Hinata, I can’t hear you when your hand is covering your mouth.”
Hajime tried to flash Nagito a stern expression, but it immediately crumbled into a look of pure pleasure when he felt Nagito’s tongue drag across his chest and suckle at his nipple.
Moans flooded out of Hajime’s mouth and became muffled by his hand before they could make it out to the open. He couldn’t hold it back anymore. As Nagito licked and sucked at his chest, while still stroking him through his jeans, Hajime knew he could no longer control his own body.
“Ohh fuck… I can’t… Komaeda.” Hajime whined into the palm of his hand, his body shook with pleasure and his mind was starting to feel fuzzy, completely forgetting where he was in the moment. “I…I’m gonna..”
Nagito suddenly pulled his mouth away from Hajime’s chest and stopped the stroking movement of his hand. Hajime felt his body stiffen.
“Hmm, but I guess it would be more appropriate if we went home. After all, the office is no place for such vile acts, Hinata.” Nagito shook his head in fake disappointment and watched as Hajime looked at him with furrowed eyebrows and a look of frustration. “I’m seriously gonna kill you…” He muttered darkly, but his voice was too weak to sound all that intimidating.
“Ah, how scary. It’s not right to threaten your own boyfriend. All this work must have made you stressed, we should head home quickly then, yes?” Nagito giggled as he buttoned Hajime’s shirt back up, the part where his button popped still hanging loose.
Once he fixed Hajime’s appearance to the best of his ability, Nagito grabbed his hand and the two stood up to make their way out of the office. “Sorry everyone, an emergency has occurred and Hinata will be busy for the rest of the day.” Nagito announced before Hajime threw his hand over his mouth and pulled him out the door.
Everyone gave the couple uncomfortable stares or grimaces of disgust. “They know we could hear basically everything, right?” Fuyuhiko scoffed, watching as the two left the building. “How obscene.” Peko remarked with red cheeks as she pushed her glasses up.
The couple came bursting through their cottage door. Their bodies tangled together as their lips crashed for a messy kiss. Hajime huffed every time their lips connected, his body still calming down from Nagito’s teasing.
The two stumble over random piles of clutter as they make their way to the bed. Nagito drops his jacket to the floor, and his pants soon follow suit. Hajime attempted to unbutton his shirt, but impatience took over, and he tore it open, tossing it to join the pile of Nagito’s clothes.
“So eager… Hinata-kun must be excited.” Nagito giggled. He placed his hand firmly on Hajime’s shoulder, lowering him to sit on the edge of the bed. Hajime looked up into Nagito’s greenish eyes. His expression wasn’t smug or arrogant like it usually was when one of Nagito’s plans succeeded, but instead his face was painted with glee.
Hajime reached up to grab Nagito’s waist, his hands inched under his shirt and slightly lifted it to expose the soft skin of his lower abdomen. “You must be happy you finally pulled me out of work.” Hajime softly pressed his lips to Nagito’s stomach, he could feel his boyfriend shudder from the touch of his kiss. “You got my attention now, so quit wasting time, Komaeda-kun.”
With a giddy smile, Nagito quickly stripped the rest of his clothes off so Hajime could swiftly pinned him down to the bed. He made his way between skinny, pale legs that wrapped around his hips, pulling him in closer.
“Thank you, Hinata’s beautifully large chest for putting me in this position.” Nagito giggled as Hajime reached towards their nightstand, his chest becoming on full display for Nagito.
“Otherwise we would have been stuck in that crumby office all day.” Nagito grumbled as he reached up to grab Hajime’s chest, squeezing his pecs together and kissing his cleavage.
“You’re such a weirdo.” Hajime remarked with a smile as he squeezed a clump of lube onto his fingers. “Ah, yes it’s true. Someone as strange as me truly doesn’t deserve you.” Nagito threw his arms around Hajime’s neck. “Whatever.”
Hajime pushed two digits inside of Nagito, eliciting a soft moan. He started pumping his fingers in and out at a steady pace and Nagito pulled his head down for a kiss. Every gasp and whine of pleasure leaked from Nagito’s mouth and into Hajime’s.
Hajime’s fingers continued to stretch Nagito, once he added a third finger for safe measure, he felt Nagito’s body start to squirm. He soon broke the kiss with a whiny sigh.
“Hinata… enough with the prepping, I want you inside of me already.” He pouted as his hand tugged on the edge of Hajime’s boxers. “You’re being too impatient.” Hajime huffed back as he pulled his fingers out and begrudgingly helped Nagito with pulling his boxers down to his knees. “Can you blame me?”
Nagito tightened his legs around Hajime’s waist, pulling him closer until he felt the tip of Hajime’s cock against the skin of his ass. Hajime’s spine tingled at the feeling of cold lube and Nagito’s soft skin. “F-Fine, if that’s what you want.”
Hajime’s hands grabbed the back of Nagito’s thigh securely, and with a quick motion he pushed himself inside Nagito's hole. His body jerked at the movement and his throat joked out a shaky, but loud, moan.
Before Nagito could even adjust, Hajime was thrusting in and out of him, a feeling that they both had almost forgotten. Pain and pleasure took over Nagito’s body, while Hajime was already becoming overwhelmed. It had been so long since the two had proper sex, they were only in missionary, yet they both screamed and moaned like virgins having their first time.
Nagito stared up at Hajime, who’s eyes were squeezed shut as his mouth hung open so moans and swears could pour out. He watched as tufts of Hajime’s hair bounced with each thrust, and he focused on the feeling of Hajime’s hand gripping onto his thigh.
As Nagito leaned his head back onto the pillow under him, and his eyes fluttered shut, he thought about how badly he never wanted to be let go. How he’d do anything to be held and fucked like this by the man he loves for eternity. But he knows that’s an impossible feat.
Hajime’s thrusts get messier, and the sounds coming from his mouth get shakier as he reaches his end. His breathing trembles as he tries to hold out longer, but he thinks it might be impossible. ‘I-I’m already..”
Not waiting for him to make another move, Nagito digs the heel of his foot into Hajime’s back, keeping him close and keeping him inside. “Don’t move, don’t pull out.” Nagito pleads, and before Hajime can even attempt to argue back, the two reach their climax. Nagito feels himself being filled by his boyfriend, and he takes it in greedily.
Hajime’s eyes finally snap open. He huffs to catch his breath as his body calms down from his—quickly reached—high. He looks down at Nagito, his stomach and chest splattered with cum, and his body laid limp onto the bed. Hajime’s face was quickly overcome with concern as he noticed Nagito’s almost somber looking expression.
“…Komaeda?” Nagito’s face was turned away, his hair covering his cheek and forehead, only showing his solemn eyes and the slight frown that took over his lips. “A-Are you okay?”
Nagito’s head slowly turns to look back up at Hajime, his eyes flickering between Hajime’s hazel eye and his red one. “Hinata… I’m sorry for being so selfish and pulling you away from your work. Please forgive me.”
Hajime’s eyebrows furrowed. His look of concern turned into one of confusion. “You’re actually thinking about that right now? Komaeda, you’re worrying yourself over nothing. All the work will still be there when we get back, it’s fine.”
Nagito’s expression softened, his head tilting slightly which caused his hair to ruffle against the pillow. “Hinata, will you allow me to be selfish again?” Nagito questioned softly as his hand searched for Hajime’s. “What do you mean?”
”Don’t go back to the office. Stay here with me, just for the rest of the day. Please?” Nagito hides his face into the pillows as he asks his request. His cheeks became flushed with red. He was ashamed by even thinking he deserved to keep Hajime for himself instead of letting him care for the island and complete his work.
“Yes. Of course I will Komaeda.” Hajime spoke with no hesitation in his voice. His hand grabbed Nagito’s, and he let their fingers interlock. “Why wouldn’t I?”
Nagito faced Hajime once again, he looked down at him with a small, but genuine smile. He returned the look as Hajime reached down to push his white tangles out of his face so he could lean down to connect their lips for a kiss. It was soft and passionate, deprived of any lust and full of the love each one shared for the other.