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Hinata pulls the sliding door to the beach house. It's not empty – Mahiru is standing by the drink machine, peering through the glass. She whips around at the sound of the door opening, but when she sees it's just Hinata in his orange swim trunks, her face returns to neutral. She seems generally displeased with witnessing his half-naked physique, but says nothing.
“Just getting my stuff,” Hinata says, walking quickly towards the men's locker room. She rolls her eyes and turns back to pick up her soda.
Relieved she didn't stop to tell him off, Hinata slips into the locker room and takes the farthest shower stall from the door. He's not usually a person of routine, but he likes this one a lot. It's closest to the only window in the locker room. And it offers the most privacy from random comings and goings.
Which is why, a few minutes later, when Hinata hears the door to the locker room open, he almost doesn't notice. It's most likely Souda or Nekomaru, both of which were still at the beach when Hinata left.
That idea goes out the window when Hinata hears, “Hinata-kun?”
Komaeda is here. He feels his face start to redden. It's almost Pavlovian. “Uh?”
A couple seconds later, Komaeda peeks around the corner of his shower stall and Hinata does everything in his power to remain still and not cover himself. He’s not even naked, still wearing his swim trunks, but he feels a little exposed.
Komaeda's eyes go round and he locks onto Hinata's chest immediately. That breaks Hinata's fragile concentration, and he crosses his arms defensively. “Do you need something?”
Komaeda's eyes dart back up to his face. “‘Need’ is a strong word. I would call it a particularly strong desire, perhaps.”
Hinata looks up to the heavens for help. This is not the first time this has happened. It will not be the last. But every single time, Komaeda propositions him, politely, like a weirdo, and it makes him both horny and annoyed.
“Ah,” Komaeda lets out a shaky sigh. When Hinata looks back at him, he sees Komaeda’s eyes locked on his throat. His face just gets redder.
“May I–?”
“Yes,” Hinata says and Komaeda falls into the shower in his haste to get to him. He practically falls against Hinata's chest as he kisses him, mouth open. He's desperate today, Hinata thinks, vaguely.
Then Komaeda leans against him harder, insistently pushing him until he stumbles backward and his back hits the cold, wet shower wall. It's extremely uncomfortable. “Cold-!” he says, but Komaeda slides his hands down Hinata's arms and intertwines their fingers together. He pushes again, and this time he pushes until Hinata's hands are against the wall by his head. His arms hit the wall too, and he hisses at the sensation. “Seriously, Komaeda, it's cold–”
“Color?” Komaeda asks, looking intently into Hinata's eyes.
They've used this system before, but only in situations that they planned ahead of time. The implication has Hinata's body flushing with warmth. He feels lightheaded. They're doing this? Here? He wants to…?
He briefly thinks about how normal people probably don't enjoy being pushed up against the wall this much, much less by a man who is Komaeda, much less in a public place where anybody could walk in. Hinata realizes he doesn't care as much as he should.
“Green,” he says, and Komaeda grips his wrists tightly as he leans in. Hinata feels like he's on fire. He closes his eyes. Komaeda is indulging himself, now, and Hinata is going to let him.
Their lips touch. Komaeda kisses him gently, thoroughly, and Hinata sighs. The spray of the shower water catches the top of Komaeda’s head and trickles down his hair, into their kiss, and it quickly becomes wet. “Such pretty sounds, Hinata-kun,” Komaeda sighs against his lips. He gives him a chaste peck and then rubs their wet noses together, humming contentedly.
Hinata doesn't think of himself as a particularly touchy-feely person, or even a romantic person. But when Komaeda does things like this. His heart feels so full, it hurts.
Without meaning to, a whine escapes the back of his throat. He hears Komaeda huff, like a half-laugh, and he pulls back. “My apologies. I'll do better to focus on the task at hand.”
“I didn't mean-” Hinata protested, eyes opening.
Komaeda tilts his head.
“It’s fine,” Hinata ends up saying, lamely, because the idea of saying, “I like it when you nuzzle me or squeeze me or rub off on me. I think it's because it feels like you're so desperate for me that you can’t control yourself?” is too embarrassing. And too much.
Who would have known that Hinata would be the one to latch on and spiral into madness first in this relationship? Hinata would have betted on Komaeda with full confidence, had you asked him before this all started. Komaeda was the crazy one, not him.
Speaking of– Komaeda is staring at him and ….smiling. Hinata tries gently to move his wrists and that makes Komaeda’s eyes focus again.
He shakes his head. “I’m very sorry, Hinata-kun. It seems my mind really is somewhere else today!”
You don’t need to apologize for everything. I’m never unhappy with you, Hinata thinks. “Stop apologizing,” he says instead, and rocks up against Komaeda. There are better things they could be doing.
Komaeda acquiesces immediately. He pushes closer, until they’re sharing the same breath, foreheads pushed together. “Would it be acceptable for me to eat you out?”
“Would it be acceptable?” Hinata groans, face burning. His body is hot with want. “No. It would not.”
“But you would like me to do so, correct?” Komaeda asks, his voice rising with excitement. His hands squeeze Hinata’s wrists.
Hinata’s heart does the ‘feels like it is going to explode’ thing again. “I mean, yes-” he says, and Komaeda kisses him hard. Like Hinata’s just given him a gift.
“Mhm, let me say my thing,” Hinata mumbles against his lips. Komaeda nips his upper lip in response and then pulls back. “We should lock the door first, don't you think?”
Komaeda eyes unfocus, clearly pondering his suggestion. “Hinata-kun is afraid someone will walk in and see us?” Something about the way he says it is…
“Well, yeah,” Hinata says, slowly. “That’s not weird.”
“No! Not weird at all, Hinata-kun!” Komaeda exclaims, eyes wide. “It makes perfect sense that you’d prefer no one see us. I would feel the same, if I were in your position!”
Hinata tries to process this bizarre response. “Do you…want people to walk in on us?”
“Haha, no, of course not! I’ll be right back,” Komaeda’s face is very pink now, and he holds his hands up in that placating manner of his. He quickly stumbles out of the shower cubicle, presumably to lock the door.
When he returns, his jacket and shoes are already gone, and Komaeda is peeling off his shirt. It’s distracting, but not enough to keep Hinata from trying again.
“You know, we’ve already done so much weird sex stuff,” he says, and Komaeda glances up, almost nervously. “ I won’t always agree to it, but you can tell me about things like that, you know?”
Komaeda glances back down shyly. “Ah, Hinata-kun is so kind.” He smiles, big and bright. “But you don’t need to say such nice things to someone like me, Hinata-kun! I’m already at your mercy.”
“What?” Hinata says. “That’s not- I don’t want that!” He’s getting better at understanding what Komaeda really means when he starts talking like this, but if Hinata doesn’t insist on asking, he knows this will quickly devolve into madness. “I’m not just being nice, I’m saying you can…tell me what you’re thinking. Even silly things, I guess? Whatever it is, I’m sure it won’t scare me off,” he laughs nervously, rubbing his hands together.
Komaeda seems to consider him, still holding his shirt in his hands. The distance between them is only five feet or so, but it makes Hinata nervous.
“Hinata wants me to be honest?” he asks, stepping forward, head tilted.
“Yes,” Hinata says. He tries to sound firm, but not too eager. “Yes.”
Komaeda drops his shirt, out of the way of the shower spray. “I don’t really have a desire for others to watch us, although it is exciting to be with you here, like this,” he says carefully. “I would hate to embarrass Hinata-kun, though, if the other Ultimates did find out.”
Oh. “I wouldn’t be embarrassed,” Hinata says quickly. His thoughts are racing now. “I mean, I would be embarrassed if someone actually walked in while we were…you know! But not - not because it’s you.”
Komaeda looks as though he can’t quite believe what he’s hearing. “Hinata-kun is too kind –”
“Stop saying that,” Hinata says. “I’m being honest. Kindness has nothing to do with it.”
Komaeda's eyes widen but he stays just out of arm’s reach. Hinata tries again.
“I mean - I like being around you.” His heart drops, suddenly paranoid. It hadn't occurred to him before, but it was easy to imagine how Komaeda would justify something like that. “If you are here for …you know, selfish reasons…uh, then it's the same for me.”
“Oh,” Komaeda says. He seems genuinely surprised. “Well, you certainly don’t need to worry about that. I’m not sure my motivations could be more selfish!”
Thank god. “Good. Um, I don’t want to take advantage of you. That’s good.”
“I can assure you that you have not been taking advantage of me,” Komaeda says, matter-of-factly. “Being with you, intimately, is one of the greatest pleasures I have ever experienced.”
Suddenly Hinata is half-hard again, like nothing happened. “Come over here,” he says desperately. Komaeda quickly closes the distance and Hinata kisses him, hard. His fingers slip instinctively into Komaeda’s belt loops and he tugs their hips flush together.
Komaeda moans in approval and works his hips against Hinata’s enthusiastically. “Ah..hahh,” Hinata gasps.
“Hey, Hinata,” Komeada whispers in his ear. Hinata shivers so hard that he almost doesn’t notice Komaeda dropped honorifics. “If you don’t want me to be at your mercy, then what do you want?
Hinata groans. “I am not gonna-”
Komaeda’s hand closes over him through his swim trunks.
Hinata is fully hard now. His hips buck up. “You really want me to say it?”
“I believe we both want it.” Well.
“I wanna – I wanna be at your mercy,” Hinata says breathlessly. “I want you to – ah!” Komaeda’s hand slips beneath his shorts and pulls him just right. Hinata jerks when Komaeda takes the flat of his tongue and drags it over his ear. It’s hot and wet, which is sexy, but the sound of Komaeda moaning directly into his ear is what sends aching bolts of arousal down to his groin.
Being with Komaeda makes Hinata unsure that he may ever be able to be with anyone else, should this all end.
“Oh my god,” Hinata says. He’s beginning to get that lightheaded feeling. He shouldn’t be this gone. Maybe he does enjoy having sex in public? And would that really be so surprising, when compared to anything else that he’s learned about himself over the last few years?
Still jerking him off, Komaeda says (still close enough that his hot breath hits Hinata’s ear), “Do you still want me to eat you out?”
He’s going to die before he makes it to thirty, at this point. “Yeah. Yes.”
“Good~! Turn around.”
Hinata pushes off the wall and turns around. He feels Komaeda move around him briefly to adjust the shower head so that the stream isn’t going directly into his face, and then hears him drop to his knees.
Hinata gasps loudly when Komaeda drags his shorts down, pulls his cheeks apart and immediately drags his tongue across Hinata’s hole. The water is still warm, but Komaeda’s tongue is hotter against his skin. It's so intense, it feels as though–
“Fuck!” Hinata says. Komaeda works his tongue inside, sucks at the rim. It feels like scratching an itch. It’s better. Komaeda keeps sucking, licking, and pushing his tongue inside, and Hinata is completely gone. He can really only pant and try to take it without his knees giving out. He ends up leaning heavily against the wall, back embarrassingly arched so that Komaeda can get in deeper.
“Komeada,” he moans. “God, ah-”
Komaeda pulls back, mouth wet. “Color?”
“Green!” Hinata almost can’t believe he just asked that.
“I want to finger you,” Komaeda says. Hinata waits, anticipating, and then realizes he is asking for permission.
“Yeah, okay,” he agrees, and Komaeda stands up. He gently runs his hands down Hinata's backside, like he's admiring the view, and then slowly presses a warm finger into Hinata's hole.
The alien sensation lasts for only a second before Komaeda thrusts his finger in again. The second time feels different. And then Komaeda begins to find a rhythm, small bursts of pleasure building on top of one another. It's good, and it makes Hinata squirm and gasp. But he still needs…
“More,” Hinata says, slightly out of breath.
Komaeda leans over his body, hand still working. “Please?” Komaeda purrs into his ear. He sounds excited.
“Yes, can you please–”
Another finger joins the first. The stretch is a complement to the pleasure now, and Komaeda curls his fingers. “Oh my god.”
Suddenly Hinata is worried that he won’t last. He bites his lip hard when Komaeda begins to thrust his hand with more fervor. Komaeda's luck (or his experience in fingering Hinata) is keeping his curled fingers stroking that spot, the one that makes him forget that he was ever Kamukura, and it's too much.
“Oh shit, stop stop stop,” Hinata says, squirming away from Komaeda's fingers. It's too much, too close.
But Komaeda doesn't stop. His hand follows Hinata and keeps working, thrusting short and fast.
“Color?” he says.
Oh. Hinata squeezes his eyes shut and gasps, involuntarily. “Green.”
Komaeda adds a third finger, slowly, and drapes his body heavily over Hinata's body. His hair tickles Hinata's ear. The thrusts aren't so fast and sharp now – instead, he massages Hinata's walls, dangerously close to his prostate, but not close enough.
“I want to enjoy this,” Komaeda purrs, mouth close to Hinata's ear. “Can you come untouched?”
Oh, he definitely can. “I'm trying not to come right now,” he says, pointedly. His dick feels hot and heavy.
“And you're doing wonderfully, Hinata-kun!” Komaeda says brightly. “As to be expected from the Ultimate Hope!”
“Don't-”
“But I think if you're at my mercy, you should come when I say, don't you?”
Hinata's stomach tightens with arousal. “Um, yeah. Yes. I can do that.”
“Good boy~” Komeada says happily. As he says this, Komaeda curls his fingers and Hinata gasps. His hand gets rougher – Hinata's knees nearly buckle.
“Fuck, Komaeda - I'm –! Ah - ah!- ah-”
“Come now,” Komaeda says.
Hinata comes so hard he sees little spots behind his eyes. The pleasure is overwhelming – Komaeda's fingers never stop, not even when he groans and tries to move away. Hinata gasps, tries to straighten up, but Komaeda follows him, trapping Hinata's body against the wall. His fingers slow down, still inside.
“Oh, Hinata-kun,” Komaeda says. There is no other way to describe his voice besides seductive. “You did so well. But I think you can do it again.”
“Again-?” Hinata repeats, dazed. He's moaning, he realizes.
“Yes, I think you can,” Komaeda says, triumphantly, as if Hinata coming a second time were a bold and ambitious humanitarian effort. “With a little time and effort, I can make it happen. And Hinata-kun is so full of hope, he will definitely be able to achieve it!”
Hinata could say “yellow” at any time. But he doesn't need it. Letting Komaeda have his way with him is …hot. Komaeda speaking to him in that lilting, slightly insane, condescending tone is hot. Komaeda's wet body pressed up against his is hot.
Maybe he doesn't want to question it. Maybe everything was always supposed to end up this way.
Hinata squirms, turning around in Komaeda's arms. Komaeda gives him very little room to work with, even after he reluctantly removes his fingers from Hinata – when Hinata leans back against the shower wall, their faces are still so close that he goes a little cross-eyed.
“Can you kiss me, please,” Hinata asks, voice only slightly wavering.
Komaeda is obviously surprised by the request, but he still dips his head (as if he and Hinata aren't almost the same height…) and kisses him. Hinata would prefer it filthy, as he's feeling quite shameless in the wake of orgasm, but when his mouth meets Komaeda's, he almost sighs aloud. So embarrassing, Hinata thinks. All the talents in the world, and I'm weak to being kissed. He always has to request it from Komaeda or initiate himself, which only adds to the shame. Komaeda doesn't care for it, clearly, but Hinata can't help himself.
When Komaeda leans back, Hinata takes the opportunity to slide his hand between their bodies, down to Komaeda's damp boxers. His hips jump up at Hinata's touch. Hinata pets him over his underwear, which makes Komaeda's breath stutter loudly.
“I want to suck you off,” Hinata says firmly. He can feel his face heat up as he says it, but there was a time when he couldn't even finish that sentence because it was too mortifying, so. Whatever.
Komaeda bites his lip and hesitates. “Only if Hinata-kun really wants it,” he says, which was a better response than no, I couldn't possibly! that Hinata expected from him.
“I really want to,” Hinata repeats.
Komaeda’s pupils dilate. “Then go ahead.”
Hinata drops gracelessly to his knees. There's no way he's letting Komaeda think he's hesitant after all this. He then drags his fingers upward over Komaeda's erection once more, just because he can, and hooks one finger over the edge of Komaeda's boxers and pulls them down.
Komaeda's dick springs up, hard and damp. “I haven't even touched you,” Hinata comments, without thinking.
“I'm sure you would understand why I'm so worked up if you could see from my point of – ah!” Komaeda gasps as Hinata cups his balls and squeezes, once. He takes his other hand and uses it to guide Komaeda's dick toward his lips. Lets it drag across his mouth. Komaeda braces himself, putting his hands on the wall over Hinata's head.
Hinata looks up at Komaeda when he opens his mouth and begins to take him. Somehow, seeing Komaeda's pink face in awe, watching him, makes Hinata forget all about his shame and his nervousness. He takes Komaeda deeper, works his tongue, swallows. Komaeda moans loudly.
That's all the encouragement he needs to start bobbing his head, hollowing his cheeks as he goes. He feels one of Komaeda’s hands land on his head and begin gently scratching his scalp. It feels good enough that Hinata hums and rewards him with more suction.
He glances upward at Komaeda as is surprised to see him already staring back at him wide eyed, mouth slightly parted. His face is fully flushed and his lips are wet. Hinata feels his dick fill up at the sight – maybe he really would come a second time –
“I could watch you like this forever,” Komaeda says, suddenly, voice raspy. “Hinata-kun's lips… his cute face…” he trails off. His hand comes up to Hinata's face and Komaeda's fingers trace along the seam of his lips. Curious, Hinata pulls off and is only a little surprised when Komaeda pushes his fingers into his mouth. Hinata doesn't resist. He lets his lips go soft and his mouth fall open. It feels right. “And you're so ready.” Komaeda's fingers press down on his tongue. “Do you think I could fuck your mouth like this? It's something I've always wanted, and now you're here in front of me, like you want it too! Of course, it's disgusting of me to ask at all! And selfish, but you…just…” Hinata closes his mouth around Komaeda's fingers and sucks.
He runs his tongue over and around Komaeda's fingers, soft and slippery. Komaeda stays silent as Hinata gently pulls off his fingers with a quiet sound. “I want you to,” Hinata says.
“You …want…” Komaeda's eyes glaze over. “Are you…sure?”
“Green,” Hinata says. He grabs one of Komaeda's hands and puts it in his hair for emphasis.
Komaeda pulls, gently, like he's testing the suggestion. Hinata closes his eyes. It's not necessarily the physical feeling itself that's good. It's that it's Komaeda, it's Komaeda pulling his hair while he sits on his heels. Komaeda, who is an enigma, who keeps insisting he isn't enough but then asks for permission.
Hinata opens his eyes. “Komaeda-kun,” Hinata says simply.
Komaeda drags in a ragged breath. “Okay,” he says. He takes his cock in his metal hand and pushes the head to Hinata’s mouth.
Hinata wishes it didn't feel as good as it did. The head is soft and insistent against his lips, and the smell of Komaeda's sex is making him a little dizzy. He opens his mouth without really making the conscious decision to, and Komaeda moans as he pushes inside.
The taste and smell of Komaeda is everywhere now. His mouth is full and the rhythm as Komaeda begins to shallowly thrust inside feels like an erotic lullaby. Hinata's hand drifts down and moans when he finally gets a hand on himself. He's fully hard, again. Fuck.
But Komaeda is being far too gentle, Hinata thinks. He's more massaging Hinata's mouth than fucking it now– which is hot in it's own right, probably, but Hinata would like to get off. Preferably before somebody else comes to use the showers.
He pulls off and replaces his mouth with his hand. He looks up to meet Komaeda's eyes and feels a hot ache in his gut when he sees Komaeda's flushed face. “More,” he says, and quickly breaks eye contact to turn to Komaeda's dick and bring it to his mouth. “C'mon.”
Komeada lets out a shaky breath. “I fear Hinata-kun may have lost his mind,” he says seriously, even as he tightens his grip on Hinata's hair and pushes into his mouth again, with a bit more fervor this time.
Hinata hums approvingly, and for once, Komaeda listens. His hips rock faster until the tip of his cock nudges the back of Hinata's throat on each thrust. It's so much better – Hinata's hand jumps back to his own dick, fumbling, and he quickly squeezes it and presses his thumb into the wet slit. He's going to be coming sooner rather than later, he can tell.
Komaeda's eyes are locked onto Hinata's face but his face lights up when he sees Hinata touching himself.
“So filthy,” he gasps. “You’re really getting off on this? Me, holding you down and fucking your mouth?” His second hand comes to join the first in Hinata's hair, and he's held in place. “If you like it, I'll do it properly.”
Hinata can’t speak, and so he moans. He’s too close to orgasm to feel ashamed.
Komaeda’s grip does not relent this time. When his cock hits the back of Hinata’s throat, it doesn’t stop, and Hinata gags. Komaeda eases off for just a moment, then does it again. Hinata tries to the best of his ability and his limited experience to swallow this time – a trick that Komaeda taught him. This time, he doesn’t gag, tries to hold back the fluttering of his throat. He breathes deeply through his nose, face scrunched in concentration.
Komaeda gasps and Hinata looks up.
“So beautiful,” Komaeda says, reverent, and he begins to thrust in earnest. “So pretty.” His grip doesn’t waver, and Hinata can only try to keep his throat open and blindly jerk himself in time as Komaeda has his way with him. It’s wet everywhere, with precum on his hand and spit on his chin and the tears on his face and the constant shower spray. Komaeda suddenly pulls his mouth further onto his dick and Hinata gags, but Komeada does not stop. He’s dizzy with arousal.
“I’m going to –” Komeada gasps out and Hinata uses his spare hand to reach up and gently squeeze Komaeda’s balls. It’s permission.
Komaeda moans as he thrusts wildly, reaching his climax. His cock pulses in Hinata’s mouth (fuck) and Hinata groans. Some of the come makes it into his throat - the rest fills his mouth, and Komaeda, who is still whimpering with aftershocks, makes tiny, aborted thrusts through it all. The sensation is erotic and hot and messy, and it’s that which makes Hinata finally come.
It hits him so hard that his vision nearly whites out.
I really did come twice, he thinks.
The rest of his thoughts are lost in the wave of pleasure. As his hips jerk helplessly and his hand squeezes his dick, Komaeda pulls out of Hinata's mouth and steps back to watch him wring the last bit of stimulation from his orgasm. He’s already stopped coming, but the aftershocks persist for several seconds afterward.
Exhausted, Hinata falls gracelessly backward on his ass, knees sore, and leans against the wall.
“That was--" He's interrupted by Komaeda falling to his knees, crawling between Hinata's legs, and kissing him, open-mouthed. His heart soars.
Komaeda pulls back, eyes unfocused. His hair is wild, half wet and half dry. “Did you…swallow?”
“Oh,” Hinata says, realizing. “I guess I did.” His face is already burning. Great.
He registers pure surprise on Komaeda’s face before he kisses him again. Hinata almost feels like he’s in heaven. Komaeda never kisses him this much without explicit permission. He can almost pretend it’s like –
Komaeda pulls back again and this time sits back on his heels. “Sorry, Hinata-kun,” he says, sounding genuinely regretful. “That was very presumptuous of me.”
“Presumptuous?” Hinata’s mouth must be loose from coitus, because he says, incredulous, “I’m the one always asking you to kiss me.” His already red face is now on fire.
Komaeda looks at him. “I really am worried Hinata-kun hit his head earlier today.”
Hinata groans and sits up, yanking his shorts up with him. “I didn't hit my head!” Hinata exclaims. “I'm fine!”
“But you keep saying–”
Hinata leans forward and kisses him. He’s blushing furiously when he pulls back, but at least Komaeda is flushed, too.
“Do you want to go to the library with me?” he asks.
“The library?” Komaeda sounds dazed. “Aren’t the others waiting for you?”
“No,” Hinata says. “Do you want to come with me?”
“Of course!” Komaeda says hurriedly. “But-”
Hinata kisses him again. His stomach is full of butterflies right now, but it feels right. Almost like…happiness. Komaeda kisses him back. He wonders why he hasn’t been doing this the whole time.
He pulls back. His hands have drifted to Komaeda’s waist. “Let’s go, then.”