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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Super_Dangan_Ronpa_2, Dangan_Ronpa_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Hinata_Hajime/Komaeda_Nagito, Ambiguous_or_Implied_Relationship(s),
      Hinata_Hajime/Kirigiri_Jin/Komaeda_Nagito, Kirigiri_Jin/Komaeda_Nagito,
      Hinata_Hajime/Kirigiri_Jin
  Character:
      Hinata_Hajime, Komaeda_Nagito, Kirigiri_Jin_(mentioned)
  Additional Tags:
      Booty_Calls, Unhealthy_Relationships, Unhealthy_Coping_Mechanisms,
      Implied/Referenced_Teacher-Student_Relationship, Established
      Relationship, Multiple_Partners, Cuckolding, Alternate_Universe_-_Canon
      Divergence
  Series:
      Part 2 of Problem_Children
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-11-03 Words: 7714
****** Call Me ******
by starrylitme
Summary
     “You see, I...”
     I need some company. But was that too forward? I’m so lonely. But how
     do people say such things?
     “Did you want to see me?”
     (Jin's been working so much lately. Komaeda makes a call. Hinata
     answers. It's a little strange, but for them, it works. Mostly.)
Notes
     I'm sorry everyone who thought that 10K would be the last of it. If I
     have my way, this will probably end up a trilogy. I'm sure no one
     wanted that of like, the worst threesome not including Junko Enoshima
     as a factor. Yet. Yeah. Sorry.
     Except not really. Heheh.
     (This is like the middle ground though. It's not so bad. Maybe. Yet.)
When he picks up, answers with a confused ‘hello’, Komaeda almost can’t say
anything at first. But he does, voice chipper and calm even when he himself was
not. “Hinata-kun... Hi.”
“K-Komaeda?!” It’s like he’s jerking up at the other end at the sound of the
elite’s voice, alert and receptive. Komaeda smiles against the speaker, lets
out a light giggle, and listens to the other stammer over it. “I-I! I was told
this might happen but I didn’t think you’d actually...uh...”
“Are you busy?” Komaeda cuts right to the chase, trying to keep a sly grin in
his tone. One that he’s testing to see how efficient it is. He hears Hinata
swallow—hard—probably picking up on his carefully placed connotation...and
Komaeda decides it’s very, very effective. “You see, I...”
I need some company. But was that too forward?I’m so lonely. But how do people
say such things?
“Did you want to see me?” Hinata asks, quick and breathless. So easily. Komaeda
stiffens, but he relaxes back as the reserve student laughs on the other end.
“T-That’s not too crazy to ask, right? But... I have noticed that Jin’s been
pretty busy lately. He actually told me that you might be getting a bit
lonely....”
How can a reserve student be so shameless? Komaeda frowned, despite himself.
And when, exactly, did Jin tell himthat? Jin’s been so busy thatIhaven’t been
told much of anything, so why does he still seem capable of relaying such
information to Hinata-kun, of all people...
“...Komaeda?”
It’s suspicious to say the least... What even is it about Hinata-kun, I
wonder...?
“Sorry—I was just...thinking.” Komaeda tried to brighten up his tone again,
trying to hide his agitation with every bit of unease that was beginning to
bubble up under his skin from the situation. “Hinata-kun, I...did want to see
you. Tomorrow, for the weekend perhaps? I’ll meet you after class and we’ll
take my train home.”
“W-Where? I... I’m not allowed at the main building, and I think elites aren’t
allowed to be in the reserve unit either? U-Um...” Komaeda’s never heard that
latter bit of information. As far as he knew, elites were free to go wherever
they pleased. It was the reserves who were...prohibited. But that was how it
is. Still, Komaeda comes up with a plan on the dot.
“Maybe we can just meet at the train station, Hinata-kun. I’ll give you the
name and directions. Fortunately—it’s very close and conspicuous so finding it
shouldn’t be difficult. That way we’re less likely to have...a curious audience
if anyone notices us. It’ll be framed as coincidence.”
“That...sounds like a good plan. Alright.” Komaeda smiled wide, but just as he
was about to click the disconnect button on their call... Hinata tacked on, “I
can’t wait to see you.”
Then he’s the one who hangs up. Komaeda doesn’t even pull his phone away from
his ear for the longest time, even as silence drags on through the speaker.
Hinata, on the other side, he thinks, is probably jittery with excitement and
flushed with embarrassment.
He ought to be anyway. And Komaeda sets his phone down to get his usual
cleaning done without a second thought.
===============================================================================
Hinata nearly slips up and greets him when Komaeda finds him at the station. He
manages not to—but Komaeda sees how Hinata still pauses, still stares at him
with eyes taking in his uniform and how it looks on him. Oh. This is Hinata’s
first time seeing him in his uniform, isn’t it?
His eyes run up and down, and notice what Komaeda’s known since the day they
met. The uniform looks the same—except Komaeda doesn’t have a reserve student
status badge. His uniform is the perfect, flawless image of an HPA student—an
embodiment of hope and potential for the future... And Komaeda hates that
Hinata’s looking at him that way.
He brushes past Hinata coldly to board the train, and of course the other
clamors after him like a dog. Komaeda glances back a few times, and the
brunet’s watching him eagerly and anxiously each time. When he sits down,
Hinata clears his throat when he’s close.
“U-Um... Can I?” He points to the empty seat beside him, and Komaeda simply
nods. Hinata sits down, and the force of his presence so close does throw him
off a bit. While the reserve student looks at his lap, Komaeda looks about.
A few people do eye them—the uniforms, it has to be the uniforms—but a lot of
the other people, who Komaeda is quite aware of, are workers more focused on
other things than a couple of regular high school students. The important thing
is that no one from HPA is also here, reserve or elite, and Komaeda relaxes.
His side presses into Hinata’s, making the other flinch. “It’s a long trip,” he
says, surprisingly casual even to himself. “If you have something to keep me
from falling asleep out of boredom, I’ll gladly take it.”
“Y-Your stop...?”
“Hmm...” Komaeda tells him which one it is, and then adds, “In that case, wake
me up when we get there, Hinata-kun.”
Hinata’s quiet at that, and Komaeda just shuts his eyes and drifts.
===============================================================================
The walking section is usually the peaceful part, but with Hinata there, it’s
not really like that. Hinata’s still nervous, self-conscious of every single
person who so much glances in their general direction and Komaeda doesn’t mind
it himself, but... He’s starting to worry for the brunet.
“My place isn’t too much farther from here on out,” Komaeda tells him,
attempting a cheerful sort of content. “You haven’t forgotten what it looks
like, right?”
“H-How could I? It’s...not exactly a subtle place you know...” Hinata’s blush
is bright and he recalls the appearance. Massive—a mansion beyond his wildest
dreams and Komaeda...
“I was going to finish the remainder of this dish I had yesterday, but I didn’t
know what you wanted, Hinata-kun... Maybe you’d want me to make you curry?”
Hinata looks at him oddly, and he immediately laughs. “Don’t get the wrong
idea—I could just make you buy take-out after giving you some number to a place
where the food’s cheap and delivers. Like a pizza place. Do you want pizza,
Hinata-kun?”
“Uh, no, I wouldn’t be able to eat an entire pizza...on my own...” His mouth is
dry as he clears his throat. Heis hungry despite having practically inhaled
lunch earlier, and the quality of the just the school food at HPA was top
notch. It contrasted so heavily to the cheap instant stuff he’d get when low on
money.
But he actually hadn’t had pizza in a long time and coming from Komaeda’s
dulcet tone, it sounded appetizing...even though he was sure the other was
mocking him. Even though if he looked at Komaeda—at his calm gray eyes and
unassuming smile on a softly-curved face... It was hard to be upset with him if
he was...
“We could share, Hinata-kun. Or do you want the leftovers to yourself?”
What’s up with that look? Komaeda’s lips quirked, smile almost looking cheeky
and Hinata furrowed his brow. He isn’t suggesting something, is he? If he is,
then what exactly...
“Hinata-kun,” he sing-songs, grabbing onto his wrist and earning Hinata to
flinch and freeze once he realized they were at their destination. On Komaeda’s
porch, in fact—because somehow Hinata had missed the huge fucking houseuntil
they were right on it and Komaeda was still holding onto him, giving his arm a
tug as he fished the key out from his bag and... “Let’s discuss this inside.”
“Yeah...” Hinata can only agree as Komaeda turns to unlock the door...but
doesn’t let go of his wrist. Not once. His grip remains steadily wrapped around
him—hand so warm and delicate—and pulls him inside when the door’s open.
===============================================================================
“So pizza?” Komaeda shuts the door on the microwave, smiling back at him and
rolling up his sleeves. “Or I could share my meal, but that’s no good for
growing youth, don’t you think?”
The meal in question was a rather small serving... But Komaeda never ate that
much... With him mentioning ‘growing youth’ though, Hinata can only stare at
areas where the bones protruded from underneath pale, translucent skin. His
jutted out wrist, the clavicle revealed when he undid  his tie and collar, the
slim hips he knew beneath his slacks...those ribs he was also aware of under
his whole uniform top, the same bones he had counted with his fingers and lips.
His tie felt a little too tight—he needed to loosen it. And...pull off the rest
of the heavier portions of his own uniform, the more he thought about it.
Komaeda already did so—his tie and blazer hung up by their shoes and socks.
Hinata answers as he gets on that.
“I...I’ll order something myself. J-Just give me the number, I guess.” Komaeda
nodded cheerily and gestured to the fridge where...several coupons were stuck
to it with colorful magnets. What the hell...?
“Jin’s a bit thrifty. I don’t need them, so you can have a few, of course.”
He...actually knew that, kinda. When Hinata was at Jin’s place, the decoration
had always been reserved, even compared to Komaeda’s thoughtless style. One
time when they went out to eat, Jin picked a relatively cheap meal, and Hinata
had too... But still... “The number should be on there, too. Just tell them
about the coupon and they’ll take off.”
“Thanks, Komaeda...” Hinata hangs his jacket and tie over the chair before he
grabs one of the papers and the appropriate number before pulling out his
phone. For a second, he froze as he thought more about it. If delivered—it’s
going to be here. At this massive, expensive place and it’s not going to look
good, he’s just going to look like a...
“Hinata-kun,” Thin arms begin to wrap around him from behind, making him freeze
in place as soft lips trail up his jaw. “After we eat, I have some ideas for
what...activities we can do together...”
“A-Ah...?”  His eyes were stuck on elegant fingers drifting down his stomach,
appreciatively tracing his abdomen before reaching the edge of his pants.
Komaeda pressed close to his back, soft and warm, and Hinata’s thoughts
sputtered in place.
“But first,” Komaeda’s lips brushed against his ear and then... His hand
stopped and he pulled away, laughing brightly as Hinata slowly turned to him in
shock and confusion. “You need to eat, Hinata-kun,” he says matter-of-factly,
almost gently scolding before hopping off to get his own food from the
microwave. “That should be priority for a growing youth, right?”
He watches Komaeda go, staring hard at the curvature of his hips as he walks,
and shallows hard.
“...Right...”
Hinata dialed the number, and he doesn’t think he’ll ever sound more dull and
dazed than he did that day he placed an order at some cheap pizza place,
getting a deal from a coupon previously owned by a rich kid dating his
headmaster that he also slept with.
But it went by quickly enough.
===============================================================================
The sink digs into his back, but if it bothers him, Komaeda doesn’t say. He
also doesn’t vocalize any distaste from the taste of grease that’s surely in
Hinata’s kiss as he presses into him hard and deepens it further.
No, Komaeda respondseagerly, purring against him and wrapping his arms around
his neck. His lips part immediately as Hinata’s tongue slides though, relishing
the moist insides. He could taste bits of those leftovers—sweet and...herbal?
Something else, too. Come to think of it, Komaeda had a variety of spices in
the upper cabinets. It could be any one of those, he thinks.
Komaeda makes a cute ‘pwah’ sound as he pulls off, with his face flushed and
mouth panting. Komaeda stares at him, but all Hinata can focus on is the plush
rim of his lips. They’re already swollen, and Hinata licks his own. His are
chapped, not nearly as soft nor as sweet. Not enough, he thinks, and the words
squeeze around his chest with an unforgiving grip.
“Hinata-kun...?” Komaeda’s tone was soft, questioning, his head tilting a bit
and the reserve student dove right back in, muffling any noise Komaeda made
from the rough action. Hinata apologizes for that, briefly, but he can barely
form the words when his mouth is so busy digging into the elite’s. It must
hurt, because the sound Komaeda makes is pained and... “H-Hnn... Nn...”
No? No, that can’t be right.
He delves in deeper, bolder, running his tongue against the supple inside of
his cheek and over straight teeth. When his tongue entwines with Komaeda’s, his
arms loop around his waist to copy the limbs firmly around his neck. Then he
goes further, hand slipping under the loosened shirt to the cold skin and the
base of a spine. Komaeda shivers, gasping away from the kiss.
Transparent drool dripped from his lips. Hinata blinks once, and leans back in
to lap it away. Komaeda shallows, and licks him in return when he’s close
enough. Hinata shudders from the action, pulling away again for a better look.
“Komae...”
“Hinata-kun,” Komaeda mewls, looking from beneath his enchantingly long lashes
and panting. Dizzyingly hot breaths puff against his skin, and Hinata can only
now notice the glazed desperation in those gray-green pools. He’s weak against
that, and can’t help but wonder how Jin managed to resist when...
How long has it been since Jin touched him?Hinata’s thoughts begin to blend
together, and he wonders more. Jin’s only talked to me outside of the
experiment discussion to tell me Komaeda might be lonely. And Komaeda called,
so he’s right. How long has it been? For me, it’s already been a while.
He pulls Komaeda into another kiss, this chaster, much briefer as he trails his
lips down over his chin. He nips along his jaw before reaching his neck.
Pressing his nose where he could best feel the pulse, Hinata’s mouth latched
onto a sensitive point that made the other moan.
“H-Hinata-kun, Hinata-kun...” Komaeda’s voice hits a high pitch. Hinata’s hand
slides up to cup his head as he squirms. Then, Hinata bites him as fingers
tangle into his messy tresses, making Komaeda yelp before he pulls back.
The bruise on the other’s neck stares back at him, slick with a slight imprint
of teeth. Hinata gulps, thinks about others undoubtedly seeing this—including
Jin, especially Jin who hasn’t touched him in a while and probably wouldn’t
even leave marks where others could see and...
Komaeda slaps his hand over the mark, the blush reaching down his neck and eyes
screwed shut with an expression that could’ve been ashamed. Hinata’s gut sinks
in on itself as the other trembles, puffed out lips quivering before his eyes
flutter back open.
“You really are shameless.”
Komaeda says those words in a low voice, each syllable cold and blunt. Hinata
flinches, eyes wide as Komaeda’s narrow. There’s contempt in his tone as he
continues. “You know that Jin would never leave a mark there—because it’s
risky. It’s easy to see. People are likely to see.”
“I...got carried away.” Komaeda’s unimpressed look made Hinata falter further,
and he stumbled on his apology. “I’m...so...r...”
“I’m not that angry.” A hand pushed him away, and Komaeda squirmed to get out
from between Hinata and the sink. “My classmates already assume things. This
will just seemingly ‘confirm’ those assumptions. As long as they don’t know the
truth, it’s not a big deal. Jin losing his job and reputation, and you being in
serious trouble for mingling with an elite student... Whatever would happen to
me due to misconceptions is preferable to events like that...”
Misconceptions? Hinata watched blankly as Komaeda sighed heavier, hand rubbing
against his neck. That’s right. I don’t know anything about him. I’m only here
because...
“Aah, I spoiled the mood.” Komaeda said aloud and abruptly, turning back to
Hinata with his usual cheerful smile. “It’s really nothing to worry about.
That’s right. No one should worry. Except, of course, there’s still the issue
of you overstepping your boundaries, Hinata-kun. On the contrary,I won’t
forgive you so easily.”
Hinata couldn’t think straight as the other moved, surprisingly quick, his
hands splaying against his chest. They weren’t pushing against him, the
pressure being almost feather light, and yet it was enough to make his breath
catch. Komaeda slid down to his knees, hands running over his chest and abdomen
with the motion, and Hinata could only watch, his world still. Komaeda looked
up at him with a cocky grin, but then directed his attention to Hinata’s groin
and pressed his hand to it.
He had gotten soft earlier from when Komaeda scolded him. Komaeda, noticing
this, frowned. “Is something wrongwith you, Hinata-kun?”
“N-No...ah...!” Hinata covered his mouth when Komaeda palmed against him. “K-
Komaeda, are you going to...?”
“I do this for Jin when I’m mad at him. Sometimes I hide under his desk when
someone’s meeting with him. Once, Hinata-kun...” His zipper was pulled down,
Komaeda’s fingers delving inside. He was heating up so quickly, it was starting
to make him delirious and Komaeda grew smugger. “I think I even blew him
whenyou were talking to him.”
Oh God.
“There we are! You’re burning and hard—it must hurt.” Komaeda pulls his dick
out, playing with it absentmindedly as Hinata’s hand shot out to grip the edge
of the counter, nails digging in. “I noticed earlier that you might have gained
a little weight. Do you think it’s gotten thicker? I can’t tell.”
Hinata would have snapped at him but his hand was still over his mouth, and he
really didn’t trust himself to not make humiliating noises at the moment.
Especially when Komaeda laughed at his earlier comment, like it was his own
lame joke—which it probably was—and then kissed the side of the head of his
cock. Hinata nearly jumped.
“Speaking of weight, have you been eating well? You know your diet affects your
taste, right? Haven’t been drinking too much soda, hopefully...” Komaeda ran
his tongue up his shaft, lapping up the pre-cum leaking from the tip, and
paused. “Oh. It’s not that bitter. That’ll make this easier then.”
With Komaeda done talking, all Hinata could hear was the rush of blood and his
heart hammering as Komaeda took his dick into his mouth. Little by little he
took him in, his still swollen lips stretching over the tip and his tongue
pressing into the slit.
Just the bare minimum of those damp velvety insides was enough to make Hinata
feel like he was going to go insane. If he could lose himself so easily in a
kiss, then this... He had no hope against this. His thoughts blurring together
into goo, the last thing Hinata was lucid to was the whine that involuntarily
escaped his throat when Komaeda pulled off him, back to nipping down his length
until he reached the base.
===============================================================================
So sensitive. How does Hinata-kun even function properly?
Komaeda suckled on one of his balls, and felt him shudder, melting even further
into his mouth.
Does Jin really find someone like this appealing?Someone like this, who Komaeda
could get from soft to hard so easy, who wasn’t even a challenge since—I barely
had to trywhen figuring his body out. I barely had to work for this reaction.
His hand wraps around the shaft, giving a few quick short strokes. Hinata made
a sharp sound with each motion, and Komaeda trailed back to take him back
inside. This time he took him in deep, throat clamping down around him. Any
second now, he was sure as his eyes fluttered shut. Hinata lost it so easily,
Hinata was...
Hinata’s hand was in his hair, pulling him down until his nose was buried in
coarse curls.
Komaeda’s eyes jerked open, Hinata moaning and stroking his hair as he began to
thrust back against him, and Komaeda’s mind went blank when Hinata started
saying how, “good you are...”
“You’re so good, such a good kid,” Jin moaned as he guided his student’s weakly
bobbling head over his thick length. His eyes were stinging with tears but the
hand stroking his hair and the voice cooing at him, praising him... It
madeupfor it, he thought. It was hard to avoid gagging, but with the pleased
noises Jin made for him, Komaeda kept trying. “You’re doing so well... You feel
so good...”
Then, he laughed, low, brushing his hair back to meet his wide, glazed eyes.
“You’re just so good for me,” and then his hips thrust, deep into him, and
Komaeda nearly chokes but he shuts his eyes, clinging to the way Jin says he
loves him—hedoes say that, right?—and his name, “Na-gi-to...”
“—Komaeda!!” Hinata cries out, and Komaeda slips from his grip in surprise. His
lips come off with a pop and then Hinata’s coming—hot cum spurts from his cock,
getting on his face, in his hair and eyes, making them screw shut.
 It not only irritates him, it hurts, and Komaeda’s already wiping it off,
shoving his fingers into his mouth to lick it all off.
It’s not that bitter, he reminds himself, but his eye’s still pained, twitching
and most likely reddened. He needs to grab a...
A kitchen towel enters his view, and then rubs against the side of his face
where most of the cum had gotten. A hand brushes back hair from the other side
of his face and when Komaeda’s vision can properly focus, he sees Hinata with a
frown on his face. Even though he’s supposed to be glowing...and he must be
tired.
“It got in your hair,” Hinata says belatedly, and even his voice is droopy.
“I’m sorry, Komaeda.”
“...You don’t like the sight?” Komaeda manages to ask cheekily, wiping his face
off with a smirk. Hinata blushes, yet decidedly stays silent. Brightly, Komaeda
laughs—laughs off the unease and the irritation. “Will there be more, though?
Or is that it?”
Hinata flinched. But he’s interested, of course, in continuing. Komaeda can see
it on his face. It’s really amusing...Jin isn’t nearly this readable. Jin likes
to act professional—it’s only because Komaeda looks at him so closely that he
can see the hunger that lurks under the calm, charismatic, responsible
headmaster persona.
It’s for the best. If people knew what Headmaster Kirigiri liked to do with the
problem child of the 77th class...it’d be such horrible luck. Even if good
things could come from it, Komaeda didn’t want that. He honestly didn’t—he
meant it when he told Hinata as much.
Though didn’t I also say...?
“Komaeda...” Hinata mutters, making him perk up. That blush is still there, but
somehow the brunet stubbornly meets his gaze. “Is this...really okay?”
This? Oh...?
“Impatient? I don’t mind getting fucked on the table in that case. Cleaning it
later is going to be a pain though, just letting you know.”
“That’snot what I mean!” Hinata sputtered, reddened like a tomato. He ended up
looking so much like an agitated cat that Komaeda’s lips quirk in amusement.
“I-I...! I mean... It’s just us... Jin isn’t going to be here...”
Oh, yes, that was true. “You should have taken a picture before getting me a
towel. You could have shown that to him.”
It was too late now because Komaeda had almost completely cleaned off his face,
but Hinata stills. His eyes wide, pupils dilating, and Komaeda can almost hear
the ticking of his gears inside the reserve student’s head. Imagining Jin
getting such a filthy image of the elite student he liked. One where the elite
student clearly had his face fucked by a reserve student. All for his sake.
“I saw you,” Jin whispers in the way Komaeda daydreams of. “So shameless—you’d
do anything for me, wouldn’t you?”
I...
“Is that what you want?” Hinata asked him, face pinching up still with a flush.
“Or are you joking around?”
“You can’t tell?” Hinata’s look of discomfort and uncertainty answers his
question. I can’t be surprised though. He smiled all the same, still a little
dismayed. Only a little. “It’s too late now so there’s no point in fretting it.
Maybe later?”
“I...guess...” the brunet muttered. Komaeda stood up with a hum, finishing up
with wiping away the last bits from his face even though he’d have to
thoroughly scrub his hair to get it all out completely. He went and tossed the
towel in the laundry room to wash later, and he heard feet padding against
tiles after him.
Hinata was still staring at him uncertainly when he turned, and he stopped dead
in his tracks, withdrawing sheepishly and averting his gaze. “Uh... So...”
“You didn’t answer my question, Hinata-kun. About whether or not that was
enough.”
“Y-You didn’t, er...” Hinata’s gaze sweeps him, and then he stills completely.
Komaeda smiles like there’s nothing wrong, but he’s... “You’re not turned on?”
It clearly bothers the brunet that he’s not, even though Komaeda normally
didn’t think too much about such things.
But it does startle him, when Hinata pulls him close and palms at his groin
through his pants in response to this.
It’s really awkward but Komaeda recognizes the technique. Jin’s touched him
like this—holding him steady as his knowing fingers stroke him, making his
thighs shake weakly and lose a bit of his balance but it doesn’t faze Jin who
remains firm....
Hinata stumbles, but doesn’t fall. Doesn’t falter either, and his hand undoes
the zipper somehow. Komaeda clings to his shoulders, making a soft yet still
high-pitched noise, and through his blurring sight, he just barely catches a
smile pulling at Hinata’s lips.
“No...” He remembers, albeit vaguely, just as Hinata’s fingers delve through
the opening , brushing just barely against the base. “Not...in my uniform...”
“Really?” Hinata breathes, disbelieving but stilling. “No one seems to care
when it’s in mine.”
“Mm.” Komaeda makes a sound but not a coherent response, instead focused on
pulling his uniform pants off. He feels the other’s stare still on him, so he
hums a bit, delicately stepping out of them once they’re pooling around his
ankles. For good measure, he starts undoing the buttons of his dress shirt only
for Hinata to stop him with hands around his wrists. “Hinata-kun?”
Hinata’s face is pinched up again, and he’s very blatantly frustrated. Not just
sexually—something’s clearly bothering him. Komaeda tilts his head, innocence
in his gaze, and keeps his voice soft and unassuming. “Is something wrong?”
Hazel eyes sweep him in response, over the bruise on his neck, his mostly
undressed state, and Komaeda wonders what exactly he’s looking so hard at.
Especially when said look is only partially one of lust...there’s parts of
unease in that stare. Maybe Hinata’s still reeling from the fact that he’s
sleeping with an elite student.
Hinata really worries too much, being areserve student. Komaeda can’t blame him
too much but that doesn’t make the way Hinata looks at him sometimes
less...uncomfortable. Especially since the brunet is also involved with their
headmasterand Jin certainly doesn’t get the same staring, from what Komaeda’s
noticed.
Hinata looks at Jin like he’s something bright—something that pulls him up...
Komaeda looks at Jin that way as well. But...why does Hinata look at him
like...?
“Komaeda,” Hinata cuts off his thoughts, and Komaeda blinks up at him as those
hands tighten around his wrists. It’s not painful but there’s something
desperate about the grip. “Let’s finish this in the bedroom?”
It shouldn’t have sounded like a question, but he must have been nervous.
Komaeda just smiles for him, still soft and hopefully encouraging. “Sure
thing.”
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He hasn’t been in Komaeda’s room very often, but somehow he thinks that even if
he spent every week in here, he’d never get used to it. In the low light of the
afternoon that didn’t leave much if anything obscured, it looks even more
unsettlingly lavish. Too surreal, not at all helped by the soft noises its
owner would make as Hinata nipped up his fair inner thighs.
There’s a vanity mirror across from the bed, and Hinata wonders how much of the
reflection of the Komaeda he sees is obscured by his own form. Komaeda, his
lower half completely bare and shirt completely unbuttoned and parted to expose
his panting chest and torso... The look on his face, flushed and fixated on how
Hinata sucks marks into his tender skin; the purple welts that are left behind
as he makes his way higher... The look on his face, eyes so wide and focused,
even though the sounds he’s making are mostly just heavy breathing. No moans,
or mewls, and Komaeda isn’t even saying his name.
Hinata bites him, sinking his teeth into his thigh, and Komaeda flinches,
soundless.
I’ve seen marks left here by Jin and yet.
Komaeda’s foot nudges his head from behind, urges him up. His legs spread a bit
wider, and Hinata’s graced with the view it gives of his pink hole. He’s sure
his dick twitches, his fingers certainly dig in, but something doesn’t feel
quite right.
That doesn’t stop him from taking the lubrication Komaeda hands him, squirting
the thick cool gel onto his palm before he smears it over his fingers. He
starts slow, the first of his fingers prodding at the pucker of Komaeda’s
entrance before pushing carefully through. He’s tight. Tighter than last time.
Because Jin hasn’t been touching him. Jin would like this, me touching him in
his absence. Making sure he stays pretty and pliant—ready for him when he
finally finds the free time to fuck him himself.
Hinata swallows. That’s what Jin would want, he thinks. Komaeda twists as his
finger goes in deep, and there’s a look of discomfort when he adds another and
begins to stretch him. He winces, muttering something about ‘nails’ and Hinata
only apologizes blankly.
Jin would want this. This would make him happy. I want to make him happy.
That’s what all this is about.
“Hinata-kun!” Komaeda yelped when his fingers crook. Hinata’s mouth goes dry
when he realizes he must have hit that spot. Komaeda looked dazed, cheeks still
burning red and eyes starting to get watery, and Hinata pulled his fingers out,
making him groan. “Hi... Hinata-kun...”
“You can say Jin’s name if you want.” Hinata slathers his cock with lube,
positioning himself to Komaeda’s entrance. “I won’t mind at all.”
“Won’t mind?” Komaeda repeats and then sighs, eyes wandering up to the ceiling.
“I wonder—Jin gets off on something like that, me saying ‘Hinata-kun’ while he
fucks me...”
Hinata stills, and imagines it—Komaeda whining and begging hisname while Jin
grins and looms over his writing figure, andthat’s...
“You’re not him though, Hinata-kun. Do you really enjoy hearing someone else’s
name?” Hinata swallows, and he wants to answer but it’s like his throat is
swollen shut. “How’d you feel if Jin said my name while in bed with you?”
He’d hate it. But he can’t say that. He can’t say that and he hates it enough
that it must show on his face. So Komaeda would still know—he’d see.
But all Hinata receives, mercifully, is an airy laugh in response to his heavy
silence.  Komaeda moves, and then there’s a delicate hand caressing Hinata’s
cheek, making his breath catch.
“Hinata-kun,” Komaeda sweetly whispers, and Hinata meets those captivating
eyes—digs his hands into his hips until they bruise. Komaeda smiles, and Hinata
feels like he’s the one in the other’s grip. But it’s soft—so light, like being
handled with care to fragility. “Fuck me.”
Hinata cracks immediately.
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Even though the two of them are sloppy when it comes to rutting and thrusting,
he likes to think that this is gentler, more of the ideal. It isn’t, he’s
likely deluding himself, but he can’t say it isn’t something he wants to
submerge himself in, something he can’t get enough of.
He’s burying himself in Komaeda, in his heat and his embrace as he licks at his
pale throat, nuzzles into the dip between his neck and shoulder. Komaeda
holding him, arms wrapped around his neck and trying to pull him even closer,
and even though his eyes are shut, he never stops murmuring Hinata’s name.
In return, Hinata says his. “Komaeda,” he whispers, purring as he slams deep in
him, making him jerk and tremble in his grasp. Hinata kisses up his neck,
presses more to his hair, and angles his thrusts until he makes the other
nearly sob. “Komaeda, Komaeda,”
Komaeda arches up against him, Hinata’s name spilling from his lips in that
same mindless manta until Hinata kisses him messily and impetuously. Komaeda
returns it indulgently, his arms tighten, and they’re right back to how they
had been mere hours ago in the kitchen, pressed up against the sink.
This time, Komaeda doesn’t complain when he sucks and bites at his skin—the
fleshy rim of his plush lips—until they bruise.
Komaeda cups his jaw when he pulls away, rolling his hips to make Hinata moan
and return the motion. Komaeda smiles, weakly laughs, and Hinata can’t help but
kiss him again before his thrusts grow more desperate.
This. He could lose himself in this—he certainly wants to.
“You feel good, Hinata-kun,” Komaeda whispers, and Hinata wipes away the tears
from his face. “So good. We probably look good together...”
Hinata grunts, nearing the edge of his climax, and then Komaeda pulls him in,
whispers in his ear.
“Imagine how Jin would look, watching us.”
Hinata’s eyes shoot open wide, he reaches release and makes Komaeda groan as
he’s filled with his seed. And it’s strange because after that, Hinata can’t
help but feel the cold finally reach his skin and he shivers in Komaeda’s
embrace.
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The sound of Komaeda’s humming echoes off the bathroom walls and Hinata only
blankly watches the other lather through his hair, hands careful so that he
doesn’t pull out strands with the action.
“Ah, Hinata-kun, are you done with the spray?” he asks after a while and Hinata
stares blearily at the spray handle in his hand as a response. “Since you’re
still holding it, can you hold it over me?”
Hinata does so, grunting and Komaeda rinses his hair out, his humming resuming.
Water mixed with shampoo trickles down his neck and shoulders, the pale skin
reddened from the warmth of the shower, and Hinata’s eyes shut, his throat
tight.
“This is still odd for you, isn’t it?” Komaeda starts as if reading his mind.
“Jin might’ve taken to this sort of thing quickly, but you aren’t him, Hinata-
kun.”
Jin.
“Still,” Hinata’s eyes open slowly, and Komaeda turns the slightest bit towards
him. “I appreciate this. It’s nice, isn’t it, Hinata-kun?”
Hinata doesn’t answer but he does swallow. Komaeda laughs all the same as he
reaches over and twists the knob so that the water stops running. Then he
smiles at the brunet, damp bangs stuck to his face and yet not obscuring his
cloudy gaze, cheeks pink and so painstakingly lovely that Hinata wouldn’t have
been able to say anything even if he had a word to say.
“Speechless again?” Komaeda taps a finger to Hinata’s lips and then wrung the
water out of his hair before exiting the shower. “How cute.”
The cluster of bites on his neck is made blaringly visible from Komaeda’s
longer tresses over his shoulder. But when Komaeda giggles, gives him another
quick smile, all Hinata can think about is that he recognizes this behavior
from Jin when the two of them had been together.
Because you’re not the only person who’s been with him.And he’s known that from
the beginning. Komaeda was his first. Komaeda is his, firstly. Why wouldn’t the
headmaster have more influence over one of his more beloved elite
students...isn’t that right?
“That’s a scary look on your face, Hinata-kun.” Komaeda hands him a towel, and
now there’s a frown on his face. “If you’re going to murder me, please do so
while I’m still in the shower. That’d be a lot easier to clear up, right?”
And like that, Hinata’s snapped back to reality, furiously protesting that
statement. “I’d never do something like that!”
“It was a joke.” Not a very funny one. But Hinata doesn’t have to say
that—Komaeda, judging by his faded smile, must see so on his face. “You
wouldn’t do something like that. You’re too sensitive for that, Hinata-kun.”
...Is that an insult?
“You don’t try to overstep your boundaries as a reserve student,” Komaeda
continues on and it’s like there’s a jolt through Hinata’s bones at the words.
“And I’ve heard from those classmates of yours—they’re so bitter! So irritable!
I’ve certainly been attacked by them before but isn’t that understandable they
resent me? The only thing that makes me different from them is...”
That you’re an elite.You’re special. What the hell are you even saying? I
don’twantto hear something like this...
“Ah...no. Never mind that, Hinata-kun.” Mercifully, he does stop, drying his
hair off and then giving him another bright, carefree smile. “You’re the one
I’m with, the one that Jin likes, right?”
...Yes. That’s why I’m here, isn’t it?
Hinata grabs the towel Komaeda had folded and put aside for him, but doesn’t
answer. It doesn’t faze Komaeda in the slightest who heads back into the
bedroom, humming that same cheery tune again.
There’s still that chill in the air.
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Komaeda winds up having already dozed off by the time Hinata gets to the bed
himself. It’s no surprise—the sheets still smell of sex and said sex tires him
out. It’s part of the reason why Komaeda insisted they shower together, even
though Hinata stupidly thought the other was mostly lucid at the time. But
Komaeda’s good at misleading sometimes, even though he doesn’t mean to be.
While sleeping though, it’s hard to think of him that way. Komaeda has an air
of innocence while resting so soundly, lips parted and body curled almost into
a ball like it’s begging to be held.
Hinata takes his picture with his phone and texts it to Jin. He doesn’t expect
a response—it’s late, after all. Jin’s probably working still. He’s been busy,
that much is true, too busy for Komaeda...and him too on some level.
But that’s different. Then again, Komaeda might not know that. Not like I’ll
tell him either way.
“Mmgh...” Komaeda groans, sighing then rolls onto his back, the name escaping
his lips, “Jin...”
It’s not a surprise. Hinata sighs still for whatever reason; sitting on the bed
and making it sink under his weight, though Komaeda wouldn’t have been stirred.
He stares at his phone, and for a moment, he wonders.
“Mm...” Komaeda again, but the next murmur has Hinata freeze. “Hinata-kun...”
He’s still asleep, Hinata does check, so Hinata just puts his phone on the
bedside table before he settles under the covers. The bed really is plush and
comfortable, so much better than the bed he uses for the reserve dorms. He
wonders whether or not the beds in the elite dorms are any different from this.
He’s rich. It wouldn’t surprise me if they still were.
Hinata reaches over to flick the lamp-light off but for some reason hesitates.
Komaeda mumbles nonsense off on the other side, drawing Hinata’s gaze back to
him. The white-haired youth is curled on his side again, facing Hinata, and
it’s then that Hinata remembers that he’s used to Jin being there for Komaeda
to be nestled against.
Yet, Komaeda mutters his name again...and then Jin’s.
Jin. He’s Jin’s.His fingers still twitch.I’m Jin’s too. Isn’t that why we’re
here? Hinata can’t stop himself from inching closer, and he reaches for
Komaeda.That’s why, right? That’s why—this is okay...
His arm wraps around Komaeda, pulling the other close until the two of them are
pressed together. Komaeda’s arms wrap around him in return, unconsciously,
though Hinata’s heart hammers painfully as Komaeda nuzzles against his chest.
He’s soft. Warm. And the feel of skin on skin is almost comforting even as the
heat slightly makes Hinata’s head spin all over again. It almost tickles too,
Komaeda’s hair against his shoulder, but the tresses are silk to the touch and
they smell so nice. This is okay.
“Jin,” Komaeda sighs as Hinata cards his fingers through his still damp curls.
This is fine. This...
His phone buzzes on the stand, making him perk up. His breath quickens and he
glances back—his phone is lit up, and the force he moves with to scramble to
get to it makes Komaeda whine.
“No...” Komaeda stops though when he wakes, eyes blearily flicking open to see
Hinata gripping his phone tightly and pressing several of its buttons with
deft, tense fingers. He pushes himself up, tired and dazed but focused on what
was happening. “Hinata-kun, is that...?”
“Jin says not to overdo it while he’s gone.” Hinata swallows, and his grip on
his phone tightens. When Jin responds yet again, he opens it greedily and
responds. He can’t help but smile as he reads, but then that smile fades.
“It’s good that you two are getting to know one another better.”
Hinata’s agreement to that is a little less enthusiastic, but he still presses
the ‘send’ before putting the phone back down. He feels Komaeda crawls towards
him, making an irritated noise, and the other would have reached for Hinata’s
phone to see Jin’s messages for himself had the brunet not pinned him down to
stop that motion.
“This is alright, isn’t it? Komaeda?” Komaeda frowns up at him and his fingers
tighten around those thin, bony wrists. Hinata feels himself shake, only
slightly, but it’s still there. “H...Hey, Komaeda...”
“What exactly are you asking? And how am I supposed to answer?” Komaeda’s frown
deepens, and Hinata’s eyes wander down to his parted lips, those bruises on his
neck. Again. “Hinata-kun? What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know.” I don’t know what that’s even an answer to. I just.“I’m sorry,
Komaeda, I don’t know.”
Komaeda sighs, then he sucks in his lips—Hinata’s eyes are still stuck there
and his gut is twisting even though Komaeda relaxes under him. Had he been
tense? Hinata’s grip loosens with the revelation. “Really... You shouldn’t
worry so much, Hinata-kun.”
Hinata laughs, the sound low without any humor and then slowly lowers until his
forehead is pressed against Komaeda’s shoulder. Komaeda’s arms wrap back around
him and he’s held without any trouble and it just makes his insides twist up
even more even though he doesn’t hate this. Not even a little.
“Go to sleep, Hinata-kun,” Komaeda says and Hinata’s response is to bury
himself further into the other as his eyes fall shut. Komaeda’s voice is
quieter as he adds, “Sweet dreams.”
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For Komaeda, however, it isn’t so easy getting back to sleep.
It doesn’t help that the brunet’s weight is almost crushing, but it’s not that
bad. Hinata asleep on him is...weirdly comforting, as physically uncomfortable
as it actually is. Komaeda even strokes his hair the way he recalls Hinata’s
fingers running through his own—the way he would actually also sometimes touch
Jin’s, making his smile soften and the coo of his given name gentler. Hinata’s
breathing grows a lot easier.
If Komaeda wanted to, he could snatch the other’s phone now when he’d be none
the wiser. He glances to the device, lying on the desk, and he reaches over to
shut the lamp off.
His gaze flickers to the ceiling and unconsciously, Hinata clings to him a bit
more. Komaeda does snort, though the sound is soft enough so that it doesn’t
stir him. He strokes down the reserve student’s brown spikes, through they
sprung back up, untamable. It’s cute.
Komaeda’s initial smile fades the more he thinks—about Hinata and how Jin would
ruffle his hair too, sometimes, though it hadn’t been often. Hinata would
flush, sheepish, but give that hopelessly adoring look he always graces the
headmaster with.
The two of them are very similar, and not just in aspects involving Jin
Kirigiri. That’s a blessing in some aspects—it certainly eases their...dynamic
a bit better. Makes things easier for Jin. For all of them. In some aspects.
Hinata groans a bit, low but loud in his ear and Komaeda’s response is to rub
the nape of his neck. Hinata’s burying himself deeper against him, however
unconsciously, and Komaeda should be grateful it’s not that difficult to
breathe.
I wonder why then...
Komaeda finds himself staring at Hinata’s phone. It buzzes, causing his eyes to
widen and if he could just reach...oh, but that’s impossible. Hinata’s weight
on top of him is too much. And he wouldn’t do something like that either way
because... He wouldn’t.
Jin... I wonder why...
He swallowed a hard lump down his throat, shut his eyes tight and buried his
face in Hinata’s shoulder. It strained his neck a little but he didn’t care for
that. He just clung to the other the same way Hinata held onto him—as if
Hinata’s steady heartbeat would somehow slow down his own.
It’s... Ridiculous—relying on a reserve student—how shameless. To think I
really found myself sinking so low, agreeing with Jin’s whims is one thing but
this is...strange.
It’s strange, Komaeda found himself caring a lot less. He just rather focus on
falling back asleep.
He’ll wake up sore in the morning, he’s sure as he steadies his breathing, but
it’ll be yet another thing that’ll cease mattering.
The last thing Komaeda was vaguely aware of that night was Hinata tightening
his grip.
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