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Hinata, for all his stubborn efforts, was determined to understand Komaeda Nagito. The reasons why eluded him, as it often did when he was searching for a motive for his own hard-headed goals, although he could recall other's theories for Hinata's bizarre insistence on understanding Komaeda Nagito.
His favorite was Nanami’s.
“Well, it's natural to want to dissect the minds of the people around us in this place, yeah? I think you wanna know our fellow Ultimates. That's good.”
His least favorite was Kuzuryu’s.
“I mean, it's pretty clear he's a pretty boy. I wouldn't be surprised if you wanted a slice of that.”
Hinata most definitely did not want a ‘slice of that’.
His own justification seemed to only come back to one thing: He wanted to know Komaeda because it seemed unequivocally hard to know him. It was a welcome challenge when Komaeda seemed to insist that there was nothing complex to him whatsoever- before repeatedly proving himself wrong.
Which was why they were walking around the island, late at night, alone together. Hinata watched Komaeda hop up onto a small railing, balancing on it as he walked.
“H-Hey, careful up there.” Hinata chided, frowning as Komaeda's loafers carefully slotted against the metal bar.
“Why? My luck has probably already decided where this path will take me.” Komaeda said, his white hair looking almost blue against the ocean’s reflected moon beams. His features were undoubtedly handsome. Kuzuryu was at least right about that, even if his latter sentence ruined the validity of the former.
Ignoring the fact he was even thinking about it, Hinata quickly stood in front of Komaeda, arms out in case he fell. “Yeah, either busting your nose or the back of your head.”
“Aw, so cynical, Hinata-kun. Have some more creativity.” Komaeda chuckled, sliding his feet across the bar again, forcing Hinata to keep up with him.
“Wha-? No! Just get down.”
“Tell me one scenario where this goes down well, and I'll consider it.” Komaeda said, before suddenly twirling on the railing, his hoodie fanning out as he swiftly found his footing again.
“Gah! Alright, alright, uh- y-you fall onto a…a lever that exposes a secret building!”
“Oh, a secret building full of what?”
“Uh…blue ram and green hoodies.”
Komaeda blinked, before he burst into laughter, “You're funny, Hinata-kun!”
“Thanks, I think. Now are you getting down or not?”
“Ah…one problem.” Komaeda smiled, his mere expression lifting Hinata's anxieties. He wasn't sure how he was capable of doing that while also raising his blood pressure so much with his antics.
“Yeah?”
“I’m a little nervous to get down.”
“Then why'd you get up there?!”
“Are we human if we fail to challenge that which intimidates us most?”
“Don't give me that! Ugh, fine.” Hinata stepped forward even more, and he suddenly extended his arms to Komaeda's sides, slipping under his jacket and gripping the waist of his shirt. “Just go, I'll guide you down.”
Hinata waited, and his counterpart didn't move. Hinata glanced up, and Komaeda was blushing a soft pink, an unusual interruption in his pale complexion.
“What's the issue?” Hinata asked hastily.
“Well, Hinata-kun is touching me, I…can you blame a useless, spineless loser like me for being intimidated by an Ultimate’s blessed touch…?”
“...You are so weird.” Hinata squeezed his waist, pulling him off the railing by force, more than strong enough for Komaeda's pale, thin frame. His feet touched the ground, and Komaeda smiled softly.
“Thank you, Hinata-kun.”
“No more railings.”
“None at all?”
“None.”
“Mm.” Komaeda hummed in a non-committal way.
Hinata rolled his eyes, before turning to walk further down the path. He heard Komaeda behind him, walking in step.
The island breathed with the breeze, the shaking leaves and waving grass its lungs and throat. It yawned, and Komaeda and him should've been doing the same. But neither of them could sleep, so they figured they were better off wandering together then apart. Besides, Komaeda often noticed things even Hinata didn't catch. Though tonight, it seemed like Hinata would be the one catching things.
Komaeda fell into step beside him, his eyes looking around the island. “...Have you ever traveled?”
Hinata looked over at him, before shrugging. “Not anywhere outside of the country. I've been to the farmlands and stuff. My mom was from there.”
“I traveled all the time. I must say, this is the nicest island I've ever visited. Endless power, restocked food. There's no bugs, no wildlife. It's eerie.”
“...I agree.” Hinata said simply, suddenly feeling like he was a fool for not picking up on that sooner.
“At least it's given me weeks to bond with my favorite Ultimate Spikey Hair.” Komaeda smiled sweetly, like it was a genuine compliment.
“That's not my talent.” Hinata said, quickly realizing that Komaeda was about to do his favorite pastime- guessing a talent Hinata had no way of confirming or denying he had.
“Oh, I know! The Ultimate Gymnastics assistant!”
“How'd you even get that?”
“You lifted me off the bar.”
“Oh. Well, I think I'd be closer with Owari if that was the case. Besides, I'm not flexible at all.”
“Hmm. Disappointing.”
“...Which part?”
“Maybe the Ultimate Scowl! Or the Ultimate Sarcastic Commenter.”
“I-I am neither of those things!”
They approached the end of the path, finding that it led out to a pier, overlooking a lake that glimmered with light. It was large and circular, a heaving cliff across from them. Hinata wondered if a single one of them had the stones to jump from it, or even the technique to survive it. Komaeda probably had a pretty good chance. Although he'd probably drown right after from something unrelated to make it through something like that.
What? No, his luck is a myth. It's not true. Don't indulge that.
“Wow. What a drop.” Komaeda whispered.
“That's what I was thinking, too.” Hinata agreed, the both of them exchanging the same look of yeesh. And yet, Hinata noticed that something was distinctly missing from their conversation.
“...You know, a few weeks ago, I feel like you would've told me I was welcome to chuck you off of a height like that if it benefitted me.”
“How morbid, Hinata-kun. Your true thoughts about me are revealed!” Komaeda faux gasped, deflecting his comment.
But Hinata smiled anyway. “I forgot, I totally hate you.” He said sarcastically, chuckling a bit.
Komaeda looked at him for a bit longer, a hard to define smile on his face. It didn't carry the same serenity at the ones before it, the corner of his mouth twitched a bit.
“...You should be careful giving me too much kindness, Hinata-kun. It can backfire.”
“I don't mind.”
“...You should.”
Their eyes lingered for a little longer, and Hinata was suddenly hyperaware of the way their palms brushed when they stood beside each other, overlooking this lake surrounded by green walls of island trees.
Their fingers touched a second time, and Komaeda gingerly moved his hand out of the way- and God only knew why Hinata retaliated by gently curling his hand around Komaeda's anyway. “What's the worst that could happen?” He whispered softly.
Komaeda looked breathless, and that soft pink reignited in his pale cheeks. His skin and soft green eyes both looked like a soft blue in this gentle moon.
“...Hinata-kun, you're truly something else.”
“I'm really not. You're just not as awful as you always think you are.”
“...The Ultimate Serenity, then.”
“Hm?”
“You're the Ultimate Serenity. You always managed to calm me down. With you, it feels like maybe it'll be okay. Maybe my luck won't strike this happiness down after all.” Komaeda whispered, his eyes breaking contact to look out at the uneven waters of the lake.
Hinata blushed, sure his words were going to keep him up even more. But he joined him, hand in hand, gazing out at the water.
There was a moment of silence, and suddenly Komaeda's thumb gently ran on the inside of Hinata's palm.
“H-Hey, that- it's tickling me.”
“Hinata-kun…I have a loaded question.”
“Isn't that most of your questions?”
“Haha. You have a point.” He whispered softly, “I don't really beat around the bush.”
“No, you definitely do that. I just feel like sometimes I'm the only one who can gauge your meaning.”
“Maybe.”
“...What's your question?”
Komaeda wouldn't look at him, even if Hinata was staring a hole into the side of his face.
“...Well, I hope you don't take it as an insult, or…judgement, or even an offer, but…” He swallowed, and his free hand tugged on the end of his hoodie string unconsciously. “Do you like b-”
“What it this?! Wub-wubbing at night is certainly unacceptable!”
Hinata and Komaeda's hands shot apart as a familiar white and pink bunny sprung up on the end of the deck, seemingly appearing from nowhere.
“What the-?! Where the hell did you even come from?!” Komaeda suddenly burst out, an incredibly rare display of anger coming from him. Hinata would be lying if he said it wasn't a little charming.
Usami spun in place, waving her wand indignantly. “It doesn't matter! You all know the curfew! As your chaperone, I'm very disappointed in you, Komaeda!”
Hinata frowned, “Hey, I was the one who suggested we walk around!” He immediately rushed to his defense, not wanting Komaeda to be blamed for something so easily both of their faults.
“And I've already caught Komaeda breaking curfew multiple times! He's spreading his bad behavior, for shame!”
Komaeda huffed, annoyed. Hinata knew it was true if he had nothing to say, but he still didn't see what was so wrong.
“Isn't the point of this trip to bond? We're both-”
“Bonding is one thing, exchanging sweet kisses in the moonlight can only lead to one thing!”
Komaeda blinked, “...Huh.”
“You two were-”
“Huh?” Komaeda repeated, as if the noise was supposed to make Usami forget about her words altogether.
“Whahhh! Disciplinary action! Ohhh, you two will regret messing with your friendly summertime counselor! Usami beam- go!”
She waved her want once again, and Hinata quickly gasped as Komaeda grabbed his arm, and they both suddenly blipped into darkness.
And then Hinata was dressed in a set of matching pajamas, several cartoon porcupines on his clothes. His previous clothes were gone, and he immediately looked around.
He was in a large, thick, soft pink bed with plush comforters, warm yet somehow not stiflingly so. It had a large bunny rabbit on the front, the pillows ruffled with soft silken case.
And he immediately sat up, questioning how he got here. The bedroom was small, with little dim yellow hope-fragment-shaped lantern lights floating in the corner, giving the room a dreamlike quality. A table beside them had a small bunny-shaped plate, holding a plate of fragrant cookies, along with two glasses of milk.
Two?
“...Hinata-kun?”
Hinata suddenly looked to his left, and saw the source of this madness.
Komaeda stretched his arms over his head, and Hinata blushed. His pale white curls fell over his face, leaning back on the pillow. He was wearing a similar set of pajamas, but they were textured with a clover pattern. His shirt rode up his midriff for a second, but he relaxed moments later. “Augh. Not here again.”
“What is this place?!” Hinata gasped, looking around frantically.
“It's Usami’s punishment for being out after curfew. Quite frightening.”
Hinata looked to the far wall, seeing at timer over a locked door, reading:
Usami’s Sleepyhead Bunker!
Time Remaining: 8:57:32
“We have to be in here for nine hours?!”
“That's as long as sleep for our age group is supposed to be. The time keeps ticking no matters what you do, though.”
“Is this why you're always late for breakfast?”
“...Maybe.”
Hinata sighed, flopping backwards on one side of the bed. “What do they expect to happen if more than the two of us stay out? Do we have to share a bed?”
“I don't mind sharing a bed with Hinata-kun. Maybe some of his blessed talent will rub off on my useless skin and bones!”
“Shut it.” Hinata groaned, dragging his hands down his cheeks.
He didn't know what he was doing. He had no idea what he did to land in a bed with someone he was so mystified by, on a mysteriously magical island, chaperoned by a cartoon bunny.
“...This is crazy.”
“Which part? The pajamas?”
“All of it! All of this! How was I supposed to know my late teens were supposed to include living with a bunch of strangers and being…forced to bond with them? I'm an adult! I should be rehearsing for graduation after enduring the worst years of my life! Where's my mom?! Where's my dad?!” He suddenly burst out, something inside of him snapping a bit at the pure absurdity of his situation.
The silence after was thick with tension, but Komaeda just looked at him, silent.
He flushed, embarrassed at his lack of composure. “...I’m sorry, that…that wasn't cool.”
“It was normal. Do you feel better?”
“...A little.”
“Then it was good.” Komaeda smiled, turning over in place. And God, he only looked more pretty. His long, thick lashes casted a shadow over his lidded eyes, and Hinata suddenly realized exactly the position they were in. “...Hinata-kun? Did I overstep?”
Hinata blinked, “Uh, no. No, it's just…this is weird, right?”
“You keep saying that, but the specifics still aren't clear.”
“Right, uh…”
It's weird that I'm realizing that I'm learning that I'm crazy into you, we're locked in a room with a bed and presumably no one can hear us, and we're dressed in nothing but button-up pajamas.
“...It's weird that…my pajamas are hedgehogs.”
Komaeda blinked, “Oh? Well, I don't know. They're spiky. Like your hair.” He said, before reaching out and touching the small ahoge on Hinata's head, before pretending to hiss in pain, withdrawing his hand. “Ahhh. I think I'm bleeding. Hinata-kun will have to use his mouth as a bandage.”
“I-I'm not doing that!”
Komaeda laughed again, and Hinata found himself chucking a bit too.
Then suddenly he remembered Komaeda's words about his ‘Ultimate Spikey hair’, his brain following the strain of their conversation before he remembered the moment before they were transported.
“Wait, didn't you want to ask me something?” Hinata blinked.
Komaeda's warm smile wavered, and he looked nervous. “Oh, it was nothing. It wouldn't make sense now.”
“Oh, c'mon. I'm curious.”
Komaeda hugged himself, arms folded across his chest in a familiar gesture of comfort, “That kind of thing killed the cat, you know.”
“I'm a hedgehog, remember?” Hinata said, pulling at the bottom of his shirt, showing the pattern. Komaeda's eyes lingered, and he seemed unable to find a retort.
He leaned over, facing the ceiling as he took a breath. Hinata arched a brow, and Komaeda sighed softly.
“...Do you think we'll get off this island?” He whispered softly, eyes avoiding his gaze.
“...Uh, I dunno.” Hinata whispered back. “It's kind of grim to think we won't, but there's got to be an end to it.”
“And if there's not?”
Hinata felt the good humor drain from the room, and he furrowed his brow softly. “C'mon, don't talk like that.”
“Is there a world where we all get along here? What's my role if my entire life becomes just fifteen people?” He said quickly, clearly having already thought about this before.
“Komaeda, you're catastrophizing. Even if this is something bad, it's not like there aren't people who can help us. If we're missing, we'll be found. If we're on a trip, we'll make it home.” He whispered softly.
Komaeda turned his head, and they locked eyes again. He pushed a white lock of hair off his forehead, letting it fall behind his ear. “...There you go, making me feel calm again.”
Hinata laughed a bit, “Yeah? Good.”
Komaeda nodded, and their eyes were locked in tension, something not negative or anticipatory, but soft and exploratory. And Hinata suddenly watched his mouth twitch a few times, working up courage.
“...Hinata-kun, um…” Komaeda's hand gently played with the end of the blanket, fingers slipping over the soft plush surface. “...Do…” Hinata waited, and Komaeda avoided his eyes until he huffed gently, forcing his breath out.
“Do you ever…like boys, Hinata-kun?” Komaeda whispered softly.
Hinata blushed red, and he was sure his ahoge was sticking straight up, “O-Oh. Well…”
“You don't have to answer, it's…it's fine. We're stuck here for hours, I should've-”
“I-I do! I do.”
“...Oh.”
The tension between them rapidly escalated, and Komaeda looked shyly pleased.
Oh my God.
Hinata could practically feel the way his body began to sweat, and Komaeda's eyes felt like a lethal weapon.
“So, uh…why do you ask?” Hinata whispered.
“I just thought I'd introduce you to a few friends when we get home. You're totally their type.”
“Oh.”
“I'm joking.”
“Oh! Haha. That's…”
“I don't have any friends.”
Hinata couldn't help laughing, snorting a bit when Komaeda giggled too. It suddenly felt more natural than ever to share a bed with Komaeda, and he hadn't even realized the mere inches between their faces. He could see every inch of Komaeda's perfect face, finally seeing the ridiculous things Komaeda seemed to consider flaws. An uneven nose, a small gap at the end of his eyebrows from burning them off in an accident, a scar across his lower lip and by his hairline.
Small, miniscule freckles that drew the points of an uneven star on his cheek. Soft, pink lips. Komaeda caught Hinata's eyes flicking down to his lips, and they both turned pink again.
“...So, uh…” Hinata started, figuring he owed it to Komaeda to initiate next. “You like boys, right?”
“I do.”
“Well…you're…pretty gorgeous, and…”
Komaeda's eyes widened like saucers, and his cheeks turned a beautiful pink. It seemed like his flirting was only no big deal if it wasn't reciprocated. And unfortunately for him, Hinata reciprocated.
“...I won't lie, I'm kinda nervous sharing a bed with you. But, um…so you…wanna…?”
He glanced down at Komaeda's lips more purposefully this time, and Komaeda's eyes flickered over Hinata's, too.
“...Are you sure?”
“Why wouldn't I be?”
“...It would…make it all…worse?”
“Make what worse?” Hinata insisted, suddenly touching his cheek.
“The way I feel about you.” Komaeda whispered softly, “I don't think you know how strong it is already. You're…so different. And so sweet. But I'm so pathetic, I don't deserve even an ounce of-”
“Komaeda, don't think like that. I know what you believe, but it's not fair to yourself, or…or me. What if I really like you too?”
Komaeda's eyes were soft and hazy, and he suddenly pulled himself forward a bit. Hinata's hand gladly accepted his again, and they squeezed each other's palms. “...Maybe you…sh-should prove it.” He whispered huskily, clearly trying to sound flirty and failing spectacularly.
Hinata smiled a bit, even if he was sure his own face looked no more confident.
“...Close your eyes?” Hinata suggested softly.
Komaeda obeyed, and Hinata watched his free hand clutch his pajamas, holding the fabric with a tight hand.
And Hinata took one more second to admire his beautiful features, unsure how this would change them. But he knew he wanted this now, and Komaeda seemed just as desperate.
He kissed him, and it was frighteningly comfortable. Komaeda's lips were the only warm spot on him, his nose a little cold as it brushed against Hinatas.
It lasted for just a second- it wasn't anything too passionate, but not too chaste either. It was their shared first kiss, and Hinata liked it.
Yeah. He liked it.
He felt it even more so when Komaeda's free hand suddenly rested on his chest, hovering just over his heart.
“...Hinata-kun…” Komaeda whispered against his lips when they parted slowly, still not backing up enough to separate them completely.
“Yeah?”
“Your hands are really soft.”
“Heh…is that a compliment or…?”
“It means I wouldn't mind if you wanted to…keep touching me. If you want.”
Hinata's eyes widened a bit, and Komaeda's soft gaze practically projected hearts in the air.
Oh my God. There's a hot guy in bed with you. And he just warned you he could get attached. And he wants you to feel him up.
I am the Ultimate Lucky Student. That's my talent. Not his.
Hinata suddenly leaned forward and kissed him again, accidentally pulling a ‘mm!’ from Komaeda- it only spurred him on.
Komaeda gently touched his collar, and Hinata felt him pull, pressing their chests together. Komaeda moved, and suddenly Hinata was over him, kissing him into the pillows. They had no idea if they could be punished for this, too, but they didn't care.
Hinata's hand felt heavy as he gently smoothed it up Komaeda's side, tracing little circles on the crook of the waist he'd held merely an hour before.
“Hinata…” Komaeda suddenly whispered against his lips. “Your…shirt.” He managed.
Hinata quickly began to unbutton the top, Komaeda's hands helping from the bottom. Their hands met in the center, and Komaeda hurriedly tugged on his sleeve, pulling it off one side of his body
Hinata's chest was nothing special to himself, but Komaeda's eyes broke away from his just to look down.
“...H-Hey.” Hinata huffed.
“You're so handsome, Hinata-kun. Why would you ever hide this away?”
“Uh…public decency laws?”
“We must petition to remove them. For you alone.”
Hinata blushed, chuckling a bit. “You're silly.” He leaned down, and Komaeda suddenly was the one pushing Hinata to the side, hooking a thigh over him. He willingly laid back, allowing Komaeda to easily mount on top of him.
His hair was delightfully tousled, his shirt draping down one shoulder. Hinata hadn't touched his buttons, and he didn't know if Komaeda could've accidentally unbuttoned it- but he knew he didn't care. He looked so sexy, his neck and collar exposed, like a canvas waiting for the right brush to make it a masterpiece.
“H-Hinata-kun, hah…you look really handsome.” Komaeda whispered softly, his hand smoothing up his chest. Hinata's olive eyes flickered between his palms and his hungry gaze, leaning forward a bit more. A stroke of friction suddenly sent pleasure up his spine, Komaeda's crotch sliding against his own. His head tipped back for a moment, and he sighed.
“...God, Komaeda…you're killing me.”
“Yeah?” Komaeda whispered back softly, his voice just adding to every layer of heat Hinata was feeling right now.
He'd probably regret this. Komaeda would do something to isolate himself, or push Hinata away to avoid letting him be affected by his luck. He'd do something that would disturb the others, and Hinata would be left with no answers.
But right then, they seemed to agree on everything.
Komaeda suddenly kissed him again, albeit briefly. His hands, thin fingers and trimmed nails, wrapped around Hinata's thicker wrist, pushing him down in a show of control. Hinata could've easily pushed him back, but he didn't want to. He shivered in anticipation when Komaeda's kisses flowed to his jaw, peppering each part of his neck, pulse and chin.
It almost tickled in some places, but Hinata got particularly fidgety when he licked the skin just below his ear, coaxing goosebumps from him. And then Komaeda shifted his hips again, Hinata let out a shuddering sigh, growing harder in his pants.
He wasn't sure what to do other than simply take the pleasure, laying back and letting Komaeda nibble at his most sensitive parts, stoking the fire between them, but not fully burning in it yet.
Hinata burned red when his dumb mind told him to do it, but his hand was already sliding down Komaeda's back.
His counterpart gasped against his lips as Hinata's palm squeezed his backside, making his intentions a bit more clear than before. Komaeda suddenly grinded a bit harder, and Hinata let out a shuddered gasp into the air.
Komaeda's mouth suddenly trailed lower down his exposed chest, moving further down the bed until Hinata's hand couldn't reach his backside again- and Hinata froze when he realized where he was headed.
“K-Komaeda…”
“Is Hinata-kun okay with this?”
“...Y-Yeah. Absolutely, I just…”
Komaeda looked up at him from the hem of his sweatpants. His hair fell over one eye, and Komaeda smoothed it back again. His hands played on Hinata's hips, palms resting just above where Hinata wanted him most.
“...I-I'm nervous. So, I'm…sorry about that.”
“Mmm. Is Hinata a virgin?”
“I've…kissed a girl?”
“In elementary school?”
“Is it that obvious?!”
“No, no.” Komaeda giggled, sounding like he was absolutely lying. “Don't worry, Hinata-kun. As long as you're okay with…” His eyes flicked down to the bulge in Hinata's pajamas that he was personally responsible for growing, and Hinata felt sweat prick his neck again.
“Y-Yeah. I…yeah. I am.” He whispered, biting his bottom lip as his fist balled up in the sheets. He was taking soft breaths, and Komaeda looked at him with a far calmer expression.
His counterpart leaned up and gently pecked his lips, like an instant soothing balm, and Hinata blushed as his tremors relaxed. He was dealing with Komaeda, not some stranger. He knew him. He trusted him; at least with this.
Komaeda's hand slowly slipped his pajama pants over his hip, gently tugging them off and leaving Hinata in his boxers. He watched his counterpart trace a finger down his midriff, purposefully teasing.
“Hey…” He murmured warningly.
Komaeda giggled, his cheeks that soft pink again. “How can I resist seeing your pouty face? It's so cute.”
“I’ll be a lot less cute if you can't focus.”
“Ohhh, is Hinata-kun threatening me?”
“Do you want me to?” Hinata raised a brow.
Komaeda seemed to consider it, and Hinata watched him blush and chuckle. “Well…if you're offering…”
Hinata watched his eyes flicker away, and he suddenly leaned up and threaded his fingers in Komaeda's hair, gripping part of it near the scalp, pulling just enough to watch Komaeda gasp loudly.
His mouth fell open for a moment, his eyes half open. “...Mm…Hinata-kun…” He droned, suddenly looking very pleased.
“...I-I’m guessing you like that?”
“Hinata…” He whined, glancing down at his clothed cock again. “...D-Do you want to put it in my mouth?”
Hinata burned, but he nodded, sure his own expression was just as lustful.
Komaeda and Hinata both reached to push down Hinata's boxers at the same time, a small bushel of brown hair preceding what Komaeda had clearly been waiting for.
It didn't even take a second for Komaeda's tongue to drag along the underside of his shaft, and Hinata's hips flexed up, his hand loosely keeping Komaeda in place. His dick was pretty average, in line with every other aspect of Hinata's appearance. But Komaeda's pursed lips on the side made it seem like something special, at least right now.
His mouth closed around the tip, and Hinata let out a sigh as he slowly sank his mouth around him, tongue wet and warm against the underside.
“Hah…Komaeda…” Hinata whispered on autopilot, his brain too mystified and seduced to say anything.
Komaeda's eyes flicked up, and he thought he might cum then and there. Hinata gently felt him tug on Hinata's wrist, pulling his own hair through Hinata's hand.
Oh. Directions.
Hinata blushed, but he suddenly tightened his grip on Komaeda's hair, eliciting a ‘hmf!’ from his full mouth. Komaeda began to move back and forth, and Hinata barely found the strength to follow his lead, the new pleasure making his head tip back.
“...Nhh…hah, K-Ko…” He gasped, somehow unafraid to vocalize his pleasure whatsoever. Something told him Komaeda wanted to hear it.
Komaeda's shirt continued to slip down his shoulder, and Hinata wanted to tear the rest of his clothes off. When he was done, he wanted to make Komaeda know just how much he liked him, just how much he wanted to taste his skin and hear him cry out for more, like Hinata was doing now.
Hinata began to gently pull Komaeda's hair back into his fist, exposing more of his face. He wanted to see every angle of his cheekbones, his nose, his lips…
Komaeda's eyes met his, and those big lashes complemented the thin line of drool that was sliding down his chin with each slip of Hinata's cock back into his warm, beautiful mouth.
Hinata suddenly felt Komaeda's opposite hand rest against his inner thigh, his dominant hand curling around Hinata's shaft. He stroked him in time with his sucking mouth, and Hinata let out a moan, his hand tightening in Komaeda's hair once more.
Komaeda seemed spurred on, and Hinata quickly felt his body tense, the realization that he was about to cum settling in. “K-Komaeda, fuck, I'm- ngh…I'm close.”
Komaeda gently kept sucking, a smile playing on his lips as he kept going. He pushed him further into his mouth, as if craving Hinata himself.
Hinata finally lost it when Komaeda's lips sunk a new low onto his cock, and Hinata's hips stuttered. Komaeda's hand kept stroking him, but his mouth fell slightly open as Hinata tensed and shook in his control.
“Mmm- fuck, K-Komaeda! Anh!” He gasped, and Komaeda whined as his grip involuntarily tensed on his scalp, accidentally pulling a bit harder than he meant to. But Komaeda looked nothing but aroused as Hinata came in his mouth. Komaeda licked the underside of his head as he did, coaxing more tremors out of him until Hinata relaxed completely against the mattress.
“G-God. Komaeda…” Hinata repeated yet again, breathless.
Komaeda giggled, “Hinata-kun is going out like a light. Maybe we'll get enough sleep after all.”
“What? No way. I'm not leaving you hanging like that.” Hinata argued immediately, even if he admittedly felt sleepy.
Komaeda blinked, before he blushed, smiling a little. “What does Hinata-kun want to do to me?” He whispered, as if his entire body didn't look like one six course meal. He smoothed a hand down his own exposed shoulder, his knees folded under him. The evidence of his arousal stuck out too, pressed in a hard line against his pajama pants.
“What would you have me do…? We don't have a lot of resources.”
Komaeda blinked, before he smiled, “Oh, no matter. I'll get Usami!”
“What?! No!” Hinata protested immediately.
Komaeda blinked, “Mm? Why not?”
“She can't- you want her to see us like this?!”
“She won't speak a word of it to anyone else, it's not in her nature.”
“I don't care if she knows, I just- I don't want anyone to see me naked, Komaeda!”
“Why? It's quite a sight.” Komaeda flirted immediately, kissing his cheek.
Hinata gripped his shoulders, pushing him back in a way that meant ‘Listen to what I'm saying!’ “No! Stop flirting! We can do something without her help.”
“But…don't you wanna…?” Komaeda looked down, and Hinata filled in the blank.
“You want me to…fuck you?”
“...Y-Yeah.” Komaeda admitted, avoiding eye contact.
“I can fuck you.” He could feel the goosebumps on Komaeda's skin. “But we don't need anyone else for that. We'll just…surely there's a solution somewhere.”
Komaeda looked around, before he pressed a finger to his cheek thinking. “Mm…there must be a bathroom here. Usami isn't that short-sighted.”
Komaeda slid off of the bed, and Hinata watched him search the room, hands touching everything that could be touched. Until he suddenly turned around, his long legs covered by those damned pajama pants. Hinata didn't realize he was pretty much staring at his ass. He could really only think of one thing right now.
Komaeda suddenly blinked, before he said, “Bathroom.”
And within a moment, a crack formed in an empty wall, and a door lowered itself, revealing a lush bathroom.
“I figured as much! Even someone as dumb as me strikes gold every now and then.” Komaeda chirped, and Hinata sighed uncomfortably.
“Komaeda, enough of that. You're not dumb. I wouldn't have thought of that.”
Komaeda suddenly opened his mouth to say something, and Hinata watched the words die in his throat. He scratched his cheek again, and he shifted in place. “...Th-Thank you, Hinata-kun.”
Hinata suddenly smiled, “Yeah. Like that.”
Komaeda burned even more, and he rushed into the bathroom, not looking back as the sounds of him searching echoed from outside. Hinata felt embarrassed as he tugged his boxers up, feeling awkward as he went to go help him.
The whole room was deep cherry red wood, the lights finally in full brightness. The shower in the corner was more than fit for two, and Hinata was hit with the image of helping Komaeda shower off their sex. He quickly felt spurred on to help him look for a proper lubricant.
His counterpart was bent over, rummaging under the sink as he moved different soaps. “Who needs hair removal creams in here? Isn't this a punishment room?” Komaeda whispered under his breath, and Hinata tore his eyes away from his backside as he spotted a cabinet.
“Maybe it started out as something- oh shit.” He said, revealing the inside of the cabinet beside the shower.
A box of condoms, three gallon-sized jugs of lube, and a small box that Hinata did not want to open. And even more suspiciously, it was all labeled with a symbol across the items- a black and white bear with a red, angular eye that looked like a slash. But the label and brand was definitely for sexual health, and Hinata almost didn't care what it said at all.
“Komaeda.” He turned, but he jumped when his partner was already beside him, grinning like the Cheshire cat.
“Oh, my. Does Hinata-kun plan to use all of that on little ‘ol me? What a pervert.”
“It's not like I put it in here!”
“Oh, he's talking about ‘putting it in’? The perversions have warped him already.”
“If you keep talking, maybe I will use it all on you.” Hinata countered, raising a thick brow and smiling just a bit. He wasn't surprised when Komaeda gave up his teasing in favor of blushing shyly, always shut down when Hinata told him exactly how he felt.
“What? All quiet now? What for?” Hinata said, feeling bolstered by his reaction.
Komaeda folded his hands in front of him, “You're so confident for a first-timer.”
Hinata blushed, “I don't know if it's confidence.” He said, looking at Komaeda's taller, pretty body. He dragged his eyes purposefully over his form, and Komaeda's smile grew bashful. “...You’re probably not someone people let go of easily.”
“Heh. You'd be surprised.”
“They're fools, then.”
“You…” Komaeda's voice died, before he began to gently unbutton the rest of his shirt, letting it drip down his shoulder like honey. And Hinata was a willful insect stuck in his trap. “Hinata.” He corrected himself, “...Shall we return to the bedroom?”
Hinata nodded, already wanting to see him come undone here and now. But knowing their mutual inexperience, it was probably best to be prepared. He let Komaeda go ahead of him before he portioned a small amount of the lubricant into an empty plastic bottle, likely stocked for this exact reason.
He quickly walked out, the bathroom door eerily closing back up behind him when Hinata left. He chose to ignore it, in favor of watching Komaeda play with the end of his curls, his shirt and pants abandoned on the floor. All that remained between them was their boxers.
Hinata blushed as he looked up, sitting up quickly- eagerly, Hinata might argue. “...Do you have it?”
“No, I left it in the bathroom on purpose.” He said sarcastically, putting a knee to the bed and withdrawing the bottle from his pocket.
Komaeda giggled, “So mean to me…” He whispered in one soft breath, before his hands immediately came to Hinata's cheeks, kissing him sweetly.
He gladly would've been kissed like that for the rest of his life…held like a treasure, kissed like a precious gift. And yet, Hinata followed him when Komaeda fell back against the pillows. He laid on top of him, accidentally dropping the lube somewhere on the bed. He was sure they'd find it when they needed it.
Komaeda's tongue suddenly left his lips, and Hinata quickly reciprocated until they were properly making out. Hinata felt that now familiar heat rising in his core, the confidence Komaeda spoke of fueling his actions.
His left hand flowed down, suddenly hooking beneath Komaeda's thigh and pulling his knee around his waist, rolling his hips just a bit.
“Mm…H-Hin-” Komaeda began, but was interrupted by a short gasp, followed by a brief whine. “Hinata-kun, I'm…ah, a little impatient.” He confessed, even as Hinata continued to kiss him.
“Sorry. You taste good.”
“Mm. You too.” Komaeda flirted, before his index finger traced a line down Hinata's nose playfully.
God. He's hot.
Komaeda's eyes flicked down as Hinata's hand reached his boxers, gently running his fingertips below the hem. Komaeda held his breath, and Hinata kissed his lips again, forcing him to take a breath when he broke away.
“If you want me to stop, just say the word.” He whispered, before Komaeda's knees widened, allowing him easy access to his most sensitive spots.
“Okay.” Was all Komaeda said, the anticipation too evident on his face for Hinata to expect an eloquent response. He found the tube of lubricant nestled against Komaeda's thigh, as if destined to be there. He wet his finger, Komaeda watching as he bit his bottom lip hard enough to leave behind a thin red line of pressure.
Hinata held his own breath when his index finger pressed inside him, and Komaeda gasped.
“...Take my pants off.”
“‘Kay.” Hinata said quickly, tugging the pants off him quickly, leaving him completely naked. Hinata felt more desperate than ever seeing the soft bushel of white curls above his cock, pink and already shining with precum. He must've really enjoyed giving Hinata that blowjob.
“Hah…” Komaeda let out as Hinata sunk his index finger inside.
“...Does it…feel good?” Hinata whispered softly.
“Not yet.” Komaeda whispered softly, looking up at him. “I haven't…done this with a person yet. So it's different from…something else.”
“Like toys?”
“Spell it out more, Hinata-kun.” Komaeda said dryly, until Hinata withdrew his finger, beginning to thrust back and forth.
“I-I think that's hot. I mean, obviously. But…I dunno. It feels weird not to…shit, Komaeda…to talk.” Hinata whispered, watching his cock twitch just a bit. He was getting hard under his boxers himself, nervous he'd get too riled up if he took them off. The idea of cumming just from fingerfucking his closest friend made Hinata's mind blur with pleasure.
“A-Add another one, please.”
“You're so sexy.”
“Hinata-kun- mmh.” Komaeda bit his bottom lip as Hinata obeyed, slipping his middle finger past his rim. “...Hah…”
Hinata watched his mouth open a bit, a small crooked angle in his thin brows. He added a bit more lube and the crook disappeared, leaving him with a soft, upturned, desperate look of pleasure. Hinata wondered if he made the same face when Komaeda was sucking him.
“H-Hinata…” Komaeda looked up, meeting his eyes.
“Yeah?”
“Y-You…wanted me to talk…?”
“R-Right, uh-”
“It feels good now.” Komaeda whispered.
“Yeah?” That much was evident. Komaeda was holding his knee up, pushing his hips further up to allow Hinata to keep fingering him. “I-I’m glad.”
“I-I’m glad it's you.” Komaeda whispered softly.
“...Oh?”
“Yeah. I'm really glad it's someone like you, Hinata-kun.”
“Fuck,” Hinata whispered under his breath, his usually tame mouth feeling rather loose when he was knuckle-deep inside his counterpart. “Me too. I-I started thinking about you day one, you know?”
“Really…?” Komaeda whispered faintly, his lidded eyes growing a bit wider, until a particular angle made his lashes flutter, a louder ‘ah!’ leaving his mouth.
“O-of course. I don't think you understand how hot you are.”
“Hah- Hinata-kun, you're so n-nice.” Komaeda moaned, and Hinata suddenly leaned back a bit, sitting back on his heels as he pushed Komaeda's thigh back, spreading him a bit more than before. Hinata's fingers moved with more purpose, driving deeper. “Hah! Mmm!” Komaeda choked out.
“I-I'm not nice. Not at all. Actually, p-people call me rude all the time. I think the word is…’blunt’?”
“Hah…definitely.” Komaeda whispered between groans, holding his other knee back for Hinata.
“But I don't lie. I mean it- shit- I really mean it when I tell you you're so hot.” He whispered, leaning forward. Komaeda pulled his knees over Hinata's shoulders, and it was the perfect angle.
“H-Hinata…!” He choked out again, as if to deny the praise entirely.
“Your hair is so pretty. I know you hate the color, but it's the first thing I noticed. And you're tall and…I can't get over your eyes…sometimes when you look at me, all I can think about is what it'd…what it'd look like if I- made you cum.”
Komaeda was bright red, his chest and ears flushing the same way. He couldn't meet Hinata's eyes, his lips wet and his thighs shaking. “H-Hinata…don't…you're- don't say that, Hinata…”
“Why not, Komaeda?”
Komaeda blushed, before putting a hand over his eyes, turning away.
Hinata slowed a bit, but Komaeda whined the moment he did. He felt a little bad for overwhelming him, but it was hard to keep the words in when they were like this. He leaned down, his opposite hand gently curling around his cock, beginning to stroke him in time with his thrusts.
Komaeda gasped, “...Ah…Hinata-kun…!” His back arched up, and he pushed Hinata's chest with a closed palm, the words clumsily spilling from his lips. “S-Stop…take them out.”
Hinata immediately did so, helping him relax a bit more into the bed. Komaeda took heavy breaths, and Hinata noticed the frankly large amount of precum on his hand, and Hinata imagined what it would've looked like if Komaeda had cum on his fingers, spilling over his knuckles.
And he was sure Komaeda was picturing the same thing when their eyes met, his hand finally moved.
Their lips met almost immediately afterwards, Komaeda and Hinata's hands both clumsily bumping into each other as they both aimed their hips just the right way. Hinata pressed his head to Komaeda's rim, and Komaeda could barely stay still trying to work himself onto Hinata's cock.
When Hinata firmly planted his hands on Komaeda's hips, he held him in place, and he barely finished his soft, ‘Put it in…’ before Hinata pushed inside him, slow and deliberate.
Komaeda's hands quickly climbed his back, fingers running through his scalp as Hinata slowly slipped further into him.
“...H-hah…H-Hajime…”
Hinata's heart beat somehow a little faster as Komaeda moaned his first name, even though it seemed like it was far overdue for such a basic symbol of closeness. Although, he already missed Komaeda's teasing little constant ‘Hinata-kun!’s.
He gently added a bit more lubricant, easing the flow as he pushed further inside. Komaeda looked up at Hinata, nose-to-nose as their breath mixed.
“Good?”
“Good.” Komaeda confirmed, his lips peppering Hinata's jaw. “Y-You can go ahead and move.”
“...Uh…give me a second.”
“Is everything-”
“I'm just…it's kinda intense, so…”
“Ohhh.” Komaeda whispered softly, “Sorry.”
“For what? Being hot?”
“Shhh.” He said, pressing a finger to Hinata's lips quickly. Hinata just chuckled against his finger, suddenly taking Komaeda's wrist and gently pushing it against the bed, pressing their lips together again as Hinata slowly began to move.
Komaeda's gasps turned into murmurs and whines against Hinata's lips. His legs were bent in half, Hinata's hips occasionally pushing against Komaeda's own, pulling sharp ‘ngh!’s from the back of his throat.
But he was still going relatively slowly, his cock enveloped in warm tightness, the lube making a filthy slap ring out every time their hips made contact. Hinata felt Komaeda's mouth slip to his cheek, before choking out a soft, “F-Faster…”
Hinata quickly thrusted faster, Komaeda's moans growing louder. Hinata began to kiss his neck, their bodies both beginning to grow hot, stifling between them. Hinata had never felt anything but freezing cold skin on Komaeda's body. But right now, he was alight completely, hips moving to meet his thrusts.
“H-Hajime! S-So…so good…!” He whined, “You're…making me…so…unh!” He tilted his head back, and Hinata immediately kissed the apple of his throat, sinking into him at the same time. Komaeda cried out, and his nails gently ran down his back, hurting just a little bit.
“K-Ko…Komaeda…god, you feel so…good…” He huffed between words, unconsciously speeding up and hearing Komaeda’s voice rise a bit more, his moans growing louder.
The bed creaked below them, the blankets and pajamas distant distractions to where their minds were. All Hinata could taste was Komaeda's lips and neck, all he could feel was his angled, soft hips and the best pleasure of his life. His long legs pushed to fold in half, all for him.
Komaeda's eyes rolled back when Hinata shifted in place, and he suddenly gasped loudly, “H-Hajime, please…can you…sit me up?” He asked softly.
Hinata blushed, immediately nodding. “I-I’d love that. Is it your hips?”
“Yeah.” Komaeda nodded, and Hinata quickly curled his hands around his waist, his palm in the middle of his back as he lifted him up. His cock slipped out of him, Komaeda whining as he lost what filled him.
Hinata carefully settled his hands under Komaeda's backside, supporting him completely so he didn't have to put any weight on his lower legs. Komaeda moaned without even feeling anything. “Ah…Hajime is so strong…” He whined, feeling Hinata's cock slot between his ass again, Hinata's lips kissing against his neck once more.
“You're not exactly heavy.” He chuckled, hastily adding a dollop of more lube for the new position, smoothing his finger inside Komaeda briefly, coaxing a soft gasp from his lips. Komaeda aimed his hips for him, and he let himself sink onto Hinata's cock.
They both let out a moan, and Hinata bounced Komaeda up and down, flexing his hips to thrust up into him. Komaeda's head tipped back almost immediately, his hips relaxing even more, sinking all the way onto Hinata's cock, as deep as possible. Hinata's short thrusts rocked their bodies together, the sounds of their sex feeling dirty as ever. Komaeda's nails dug into Hinata's shoulders, and he closed his eyes, brows arched together.
Hinata's hand quickly dropped him down onto his cock, fucking deep inside him, his hand reaching around to stroke Komaeda's cock. He needed to see him cum, he wanted to see him completely vulnerable. Completely involuntary, no borders or secrets or luck.
“H-Hajime!” Komaeda cried, scratching just a bit as he rocked his hips with him. With a pant, he tensed, and Hinata watched him cum, that white painting his knuckles and running down his thumbs. His cock throbbed in his palm, and Komaeda's whines were intoxicating.
Komaeda quickly began to push himself up and down on Hinata's cock faster, using the last of his energy to bring his counterpart to a second orgasm inside him, too. Hinata felt himself tense and cum deep inside him. They both fell to the bed again, Hinata mustering a few more lazy thrusts inside Komaeda before they both finally relaxed.
Hinata quickly curled around Komaeda, as if separating from him would break the atmosphere. Komaeda smiled, pressing his face to Hinata's neck. “...Ah…there's no way Hinata-kun was a virgin…”
“Pft, whatever.” Hinata blushed, knowing Komaeda could not sit in the sincerity of the moment for long. He gently began to pull out of Komaeda, his soft gasp making Hinata want to ask to do it again. But Komaeda looked exhausted.
“H-Hajime…” He yawned, “I really like you.” His heavy lashes were fluttering, his pink blush slowly becoming just a bashful expression instead of a sign of effort or pure lust.
Hinata felt himself smile nervously. “I like you, too.”
Komaeda leaned forward and kissed his nose, “We should do that outside of punishment rooms.”
“I dunno. It had its perks. The lube, the bed, the shower.”
“Ugh. Hajime can't make me take a shower…”
“Oh, I can. If you want to do it again, you will.”
“Who says I want to do it again?” Komaeda raised a brow, and Hinata snorted.
“Then you'll just have to find another lover among the fifteen other people on the island, and I'll fully support you.”
Komaeda pressed his forehead against his, his fingers finding Hinata's, interlacing them. “But you'd cry every night, right?”
“Oh, every night. Sobbing. Dehydrated.”
“And you'd pray that I'd choose you one day?”
“I'd believe in every God. Try every religion’s God, just once, praying you'd pick me.”
“That's dedication.”
“Only the best.” Hinata whispered, and his free hand reached up to gently brush one of Komaeda's curls away from his face.
Komaeda blushed, his smile disappearing again. He avoided eye contact. Hinata curled his arm around his body, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “We should talk in the morning.”
“...Okay.” Komaeda whispered, curling around him in return.
They slept deeply, curled around one another tightly.
—
As they showered the following morning, Hinata gently kissed Komaeda's forehead, the umpteenth display of romantic affection since they woke up.
“Oi. Hinata-kun’s kisses will cause a breakout on my face.”
“I can't stop. We only get to be alone together for less than an hour. Let me have this. No one can know I'm touchy.”
“They knew.” Komaeda chuckled, kissing him softly.
They both got dressed, a copy of their daily, identical clothes on the end table. They chose not to think about how they got there.
They both stood beside each other, thinking about how they'll explain this when they see the others. But they held each other's hands, watching the timer tick down.
“So…we're…together?” Hinata asked.
Komaeda blinked, blushing red. “Yes. I'd like that. Please.”
“Good.” Hinata nodded, not sure if he could ever feel any other way after doing what they did.
The vault lowered with a shake, and they both walked out, shielding their eyes from the shock of the sunlight. The outside of the vault was on a far-away edge of the island, a path they'd never seen before. Stone steps led down to the beach, and Hinata couldn't believe he'd never explored this part of the beach.
At the base of the steps, Nanami’s silhouette came into view, her pink eyes appraising and curious of their whereabouts. “Where have you two been? We were getting worried.”
Komaeda blinked before he looked at Hinata, who shrugged non-commitally. “We got punished by Usami, Nanami-san. Look, we’ll-”
Komaeda turned, and suddenly he went quiet.
Hinata smiled nervously, “Heh, Usami called it the-”
“Hajime.”
Hinata turned quickly, quirking a brow at Komaeda before he saw what he was looking at. The exit of the vault looked nothing like the soft, sweet, newly meaningful interior. A large cardboard cut-out of that same monochromatic bear with that slash eye from the labels stood beside the entrance, gesturing to the vault with a wicked smile. Something about the image made his stomach turn. A large, glittery, Vegas-like sign pointed to it, labeled as ‘Motive: Sexy Time!’
Hinata and Komaeda’s heads both whipped around to Nanami, their faces burning red. They both immediately scrambled to make excuses, form explanations, or distract Nanami, but the girl in front of them didn’t seem to react whatsoever.
“You two spent the night on the island? I don’t see what’s wrong with that.” She shrugged lamely, tugging her hoodie over her head and playing with the strings.
Hinata laughed nervously, a bit too loud. “W-Well, it’s not like- I mean we didn’t uh-” He turned to address the area behind him, and suddenly he felt his stomach drop. Komaeda’s words tumbled out before Hinata’s could.
“Where…where did it go?”
The vault was completely gone. Just an outstretch of beach where they’d seen it. The waves crashed and rumbled as if to emphasize how empty it was, and Hinata immediately looked at Komaeda. Their eyes shared the same incredulous shock.
“Where…where did-”
“You guys must’ve had a crazy night.” Nanami smiled softly, drawing their eyes away from the phantom vault. “You two should get some proper breakfast with me to help you recover.”
They watched Nanami turn, walking down the steps with an unnerving amount of calm.
Komaeda turned to him, and his eyes looked wide and confused. A small bit of sweat gathered on the back of their necks. Komaeda was right.
Something is wrong with this island.