Chapter 9: Trust and Honesty
Warning: Explicit Content!!
In an instant, Hinata walked to him, wrapping his arms around his slim figure from behind, and whispered affectionately in his ear. “Thank you, Komaeda, for coming into my life.”
As he was pushed against that firm chest, eyes stretched wide open as a soft blush made its way to pale cheeks, the beats of his heart hammered loudly inside his ribcage. The words rang so deep that a gripping feeling washed over, shaking the very core of him. Komaeda has never been wanted or needed, and his life never mattered to anyone. But here he was, being held in another’s arms where he felt cherished, a foreign feeling he barely recognized anymore since the loss of his parents. The feeling reminded him of a fleeting distant memory of when he was young, a feeling he felt a long time ago in the warm loving embrace of his mother, a feeling he felt a longing to but felt undeserving of. Komaeda's eyelids fell halfway as he gently placed his hands over the ones wrapped around him and closed his eyes, relishing that long forgotten warmth where he felt safe and secure, so... serene.
He didn't know how much time had passed them by as he stood there in Hinata’s loving embrace before slowly turning his head, neck stretched with his lips barely a breath apart from his. Their eyes lingered for a passing moment before leaning ever so slowly towards one another, feeling their warm breaths caress before they pressed their lips together for a kiss.
As they kissed, Hinata pulled him closer in his arms, dipping his head lower over Komaeda's shoulder while Komaeda pushed his own head back to get a better taste of him. Gently sighing through his nose, he lifted his hand and pressed it behind Hinata’s neck, deepening the kiss. He felt his heartbeat quicken as a sweet rush reverberated throughout his very being. When their lips slowly slipped apart from each other, Komaeda's breath shivered while Hinata's cheeks burned softly at the closeness, eyes filled with warmth, desire and want.
Without pulling their gazes away, Komaeda tried to swallow the desire welling up inside when Hinata slowly moved his hand to the front of Komaeda's shirt and very gently started unbuttoning. One button after the other, Komaeda breathing quickened as Hinata slowly worked his fingers down his shirt, exposing his chest until the very last one before running a palm gently up his stomach.
With the rise and fall of his chest, Komaeda’s blush deepened as he closed his eyes to feel those gentle hands roam over the upper half of his body, coaxing another shivering moan from Komaeda's lips. He could hardly break away from Hinata's loving gaze that filled him with so many emotions. There was something in the way he gazed at him that made his heart throb.
Eyes half-lidded and radiating with warmth over deeply flushed cheeks, Hinata’s ran his hands over pale smooth skin and up his chest, feeling the hard nipples under his palm. He gently pressed his middle finger against the pert bud, rolling it around as it danced in circles. He knew Komaeda loved having his chest touched as he teased it, drawing the most beautiful moans from Komaeda's lips that rendered him weak in the knees and stiff hard in the tight compartment of his pants.
Komaeda dipped his head back against Hinata’s shoulder and hummed in pleasure, arching his back lewdly. Upon feeling that girth poke against him, he parted his lips with a sharp gasp.
“Hinata… kun.” Komaeda moaned sensually before tugging his lower lip between his teeth to suppress the whimpers when Hinata continued to pinch and tease on his sensitive nipple, tweaking it between two fingers.
Komaeda suddenly sucked in a breath when he felt Hinata's other hand travel downwards. He turned and locked their eyes together, breath shivering against Hinata's parted lips as that invasive hand lowered down his body and between his legs, gently palming him.
Hinata watched as that body trembled in his arms as he groped him, tugging his fingers around the frame of the clothed cock and feeling its contours, relishing in the way it pressed against his hand and turning Komaeda into a shuddering mess.
In that very moment, one thought crossed Komaeda’s mind. He silently wondered why anyone would touch this wretched body of his. Maybe Hinata really did have poor taste, because he was a reserve after all. Despairingly as it may seem, Hinata simply knew how to draw the most pleasurable moans out of him.
Unable to take it any longer, Komaeda pressed his needy lips onto Hinata’s, locking him with his hand at the nape of his neck. The kiss turned passionate and deep, unable to escape the greed of Hinata's ardent lips that filled his body with an incredible rush.
Feeling sensitive to the touch, Komaeda moaned into his mouth, placing his own hand over the one groping him while swaying his body sensually over Hinata’s, grinding against his girth and shivering at the thought of being filled by him. He purposefully moaned just to feel his hardness press harder against him.
With a heavy groan, Hinata broke away from his mouth and moved his hips, vigorously grinding his throbbing ache against him while he moaned his name into his ear with need.
Komaeda’s body reacted strongly. He pressed his hand firmer above Hinata’s that was palming him, his breaths turning headier and needier with each passing second. He wanted him. Regardless of everything, he wanted him. He wanted to feel Hinata inside him. Komaeda inadvertently whined when he felt his insides throb with excitement of having Hinata's cock bury itself to the deepest core of him.
He suddenly made a sharp turn in Hinata's arms, surprising him when he was pulled by the hips as Komaeda started grinding their clothed members together before taking him into his mouth, kissing him fervently while he desperately clutched on his shirt, wanting to rip it apart.
Hinata responded with equal vitality and eagerness by hastily unbuttoning his own shirt before pulling his and Komaeda’s loosened one and discarding them on the floor. They instantly encircled their arms around each other as their kisses grew hot and needy with tongues warring and tasting each other, tangling and twisting until they were both nearly out of breath.
Suddenly, Komaeda pulled back his mouth with a throaty moan while Hinata resumed kissing and sucking down his throat.
“Komaeda...” Hinata groaned low against his neck while his hands hastened to unfasten Komaeda’s pants.
The lust for one another was strong and blinding that stripping the rest of their clothes happened in a blink of an eye, pushing their pants and undergarments down to the floor and kicking it aside. Komaeda moved closer, taking Hinata’s mouth into his once again, arching his body alongside him, rubbing their chests together and savoring the heat of their naked bodies, groping the soft mounds of flesh, feeling skin burn under their touch, almost electrifying, cocks standing long and hard, flushed red and dripping wet, pressed against one another, frotting and grinding, filling the air with their musky essence.
Komaeda moaned needily into Hinata's mouth as his hands roamed up and down that defined and toned chest. He broke the kiss with a loud wet pop and breathed hotly against his mouth with impatience lacing his jagged broken voice that was thick with desire, “Ravish me, Hinata-kun.”
Hinata could hardly catch his breath as he barely uttered the words, “Need to loosen you up first.”
“No need.” Komaeda moaned with urgency before pushing his tongue inside Hinata’s mouth, rendering him weak of conviction.
Still, Hinata stroked and squeezed their flushed cocks in the palm of his hand, rubbing the two wet heads together, drenching his hand with the ooze and slathering his fingers before reaching around and slicking his way inside the tight, puckered ring of muscles.
Komaeda broke away from his mouth with a soft cry as he felt Hinata’s finger penetrate him. Feeling his own knees grow weak, Komaeda leaned against him and felt Hinata's rugged breath on his neck, groaning Komaeda's name with intolerable need as he continued to stretch him, pushing another finger in, scissoring and twisting his fingers inside to loosen him up. Komaeda could barely stand on his own two feet as he clenched around those invading fingers stretching his walls, throbbing, greedily yearning for his cock.
Feeling his sanity slipping away, the throbbing felt unbearable that he couldn't stand the wait any longer. Komaeda snatched himself away from his arms and climbed over the bed on all fours, impatiently and desperately begging for him to put it in.
Hinata could barely hold his sanity together at the glorious view of Komaeda’s throbbing pink hole, demanding his loving. Without wasting another second, he climbed behind him and spread his cheeks apart before pushing in the head, stretching him with a groan as he felt those walls squeeze around him.
Komaeda clutched the bed sheets until his knuckles turned white, arching his back in a lewd angle, his mouth gaped open with a silent cry as Hinata continued to push himself inside, further and further until he was core deep with his pelvis touching his asscheeks.
Komaeda swore he was going to lose his mind until those hips started moving, sucking the very breath out of his lungs.
Komaeda’s whole body jolted forward with every hard thrust that his own cock made wet slaps against his stomach again and again, every sharp thrust accompanied with a high-pitched moan.
With wet slap after the other, Hinata groaned from the tightness that threatened to swallow him whole but couldn’t get enough of, lightening his body on fire. Hips moved on their own accord, pounding into him balls deep that the wet slaps echoed scurrilously in the room.
Komaeda’s arms could barely keep him upright. He dropped his head down between his shoulder blades and caught a glimpse of his own cock slapping repeatedly and wetly against his stomach, squirting little drops of precum around and staining the bedsheets under him.
Hinata gave out a pleasurable groan when Komaeda clenched around his cock, almost squeezing him. Breaths turning rugged and distorted, he tried to keep his eyes focused as he gazed down on Komaeda's back that arched sinfully for him. Hinata’s fingers ran along the bony spine that poked against his skin and down his quivering hips before running along the curve of his ass. He couldn't help but think of how crude this position was as he watched his own cock slip in and out of those mounds of plump cheeks that flushed with every hard thrust pounded into him. Drawing nearer to his carnal instincts, he grabbed those hips in a way that would surely leave bruises and pulled in time with his thrusts, drawing a sharp piercing gasp from Komaeda's lips when it grazed his prostate.
‘S-So deep.’ Komaeda inadvertently stretched his legs further apart and perked his ass higher for Hinata to hit that sweet spot, tearing out fervid cries from his throat, one after the other. He wanted nothing more than to be completely wrecked from within that he begged headily with moans stifled under his arduous breathing.
“Komaeda…” Hinata groaned hoarsely before leaning down onto his back, pressing their sweaty bodies together as he continued ramming into him with his impetuous thrusting that had the bed creaking loudly with the headboard slamming against the wall. Hinata angled his thrusts to hit against his prostate, harder and forceful than before.
Arching his back under the weight hovering over him, Komaeda's soft and loosened hole sucked and swallowed Hinata’s cock with so much heed that he felt his insides were burning from the delicious but torturous friction. His throat turned dry from his salivating heaving that his cheeks flushed deep as lust swam high in his head, words ragged and nearly incoherent.
Hinata’s nostrils flared with the essence filling the air and the sinful words coming out of Komaeda’s mouth had him groaning against his nape, especially when Komaeda squeezed around him once again that he bit down on his bare flesh, marking his body with his unequivocal love, drawing out a stifled moan from Komaeda's throat.
Hinata reached his arm around Komaeda’s waist and took his leaking cock in his hand and gave him a few slick strokes along with his own passionate thrusting that nearly knocked Komaeda out from the heat.
It was all too much that his frail arms finally gave way. Komaeda buried his face into the pillow while his ass continued to be assaulted, making his eyes tear up from the immense pleasure. It was all becoming too unbearable that he muffled his cries into the pillow.
Hinata steadied his arms on each side on the bed as he gazed down on his back. His thrusts became unsteady and desperate as exertion started to catch up to him that a bead of sweat trickled down his forehead.
Suddenly, Hinata stood on his knees, pulling along Komaeda’s figure off of the bed and wrapping his arms around him possessively as he continued to ram his cock inside him. He turned Komaeda's face towards him and pressed his mouth onto his, muffling his moans and cries.
Komaeda's hand reached back to the nape of Hinata's neck as he pressed their mouths harder together, wanting to be devoured wholly. Reveling in the hard pounding that threatened to break him apart, he clutched hard on his hair strands when a sharp jolt coursed through his body, making Hinata groan from the sting.
Hinata’s thrusts were rough and needy with fingers teasing his pert nipple while the other traveled down and buried itself into his pubes, encircling his hand around his flushed cock and started stroking along with his thrusts. Drenching that hand with juices drizzling down between Hinata's fingers, Komaeda gave out an unscrupulous groan when he squeezed around his cock, reducing him to the rasping moaning wreck that he was.
Komaeda swore he was going to draw his last breath from the sheer pleasure. He wanted to drown, drown, and drown into that heat until it erupted from within.
Pulling away sharply from Hinata’s mouth, Komaeda was convulsed with audible cries between moans from the incredible overwhelming sensations. His vision blurred as he rolled his eyes, bearing his neck when he dipped his head back against Hinata’s shoulder. He gave one push back against that invasive cock and gave a loud tearing strained cry, eyes squeezed shut as his cock spasmed violently, hot streams shooting out of the slit, dense and hard against his pale chest that his whole body shuddered and trembled under the release of the accumulated pleasure.
Hinata sucked in a sharp breath when Komaeda’s walls tightened, almost squeezing him. Seeing how Komaeda was succumbing and becoming pliable, Hinata couldn’t help but push him down on the bed and ram ruthlessly inside him, almost in an animalistic way like he was claiming him for life. What drove him over the edge was that although Komaeda was utterly spent, he was still begging Hinata to come inside him between strained cries.
Upon listening to the sinful plea, he bucked his hips forward, thrusting harshly a few more times before coming hard with a strained grunt, filling Komaeda to the brim who milked him to very last drop. Nearly blacking out from exhaustion, he collapsed over the figure lying under him.
Unable to move a muscle, they lied there limp and exerted, lungs heaved as they tried to breathe with difficulty the thick-musky air.
Komaeda's cheeks burned hot, body shivering visibly when he felt a warm trail trickle down, his ass filled to the brim with Hinata's release. He was surprised by how much he came, all that love poured inside of him.
Slowly coming down from their high and regaining their senses of the world around them, Hinata lifted himself off of Komaeda and collapsed next to him. Trying still to catch his breath, he gently raised his hand and pushed back Komaeda's sweaty hair with a soft apology escaping his lips, “I'm sorry, Komaeda. Was I too hard on you?”
Komaeda glanced at him with heavy-lidded eyes and flushed cheeks as he took a moment to catch his breath too before a gentle smile traced his lips. “Don't apologize. You just surprised me, and... “ his voice dipped to a sultry tone, smile widening and eyes turning to slits with his breath still shivering from the ecstatic rush, “I think I need you to surprise me more often, Hinata-kun.”
Hinata's already flushed cheeks turned to a deeper shade of red as his heart hammered inside his chest before chuckling softly. “You're going to rile me up again if you talk like that, Komaeda.”
Drawing a wide smile from Komaeda's lips, Hinata chuckled again as he whispered, “You love sex, don't you? You were really vocal today. I guess you were enjoying it way too much.”
Komaeda raised his hand and traced his fingers on Hinata's chest before he snuggled close and breathed hotly against his lips, “I love it because you're the one I'm doing it with, Hinata-kun. I know you love it too, because you came so much inside me.”
Komaeda couldn't help but suppress his chuckle in vain at the utter embarrassed look Hinata gave him and simultaneously they both burst into laughter before pulling closer towards one another for a long, drawn kiss.
Sighing gently as they pulled back, they nudged their noses in soft caresses along with gentle nips of their mouths and tender smiles.
Komaeda felt truly blessed like he was high up in the heavens. He wanted nothing more but to spend every waking moment together and never be apart. He hoped that precious moment would last forever.
As he relished in Hinata's closeness, Komaeda closed his eyes as a warm feeling inside his heart grew when he remembered Hinata's words.
“I’d want to share the experience with someone dear to me, someone I love. It wouldn’t mean anything otherwise, at least that’s what I believe.”
“You said you didn’t want to die alone, Komaeda! You want to find somebody to love, don’t you? When you do, they won’t think of you as worthless nor will they use you for it.”
As he stared into Hinata's eyes, Komaeda silently questioned his attraction towards him, questioning that warm feeling welling up inside him. It was something he had read about countless times in books. Hinata might not be special in the way the elites were, but there was something about him. Although the mundane things he did were not worth mentioning, it meant something to him. Why was Hinata special to him even though he wasn't special in any way? It wasn't the same as his admiration for the elites. Why did he feel this sense of security around him? He wasn't afraid to show who he was, to bear all of his insecurities in front of him. He was becoming more and more of an open book but only for Hinata's eyes.
“What are you thinking about, Komaeda?”
Komaeda closed his eyes and smiled before snuggling in Hinata's arms. He opened his eyelids halfway through before whispering, “Ne, Hinata-kun, you remember when you suggested going to the pool together?”
