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What’s sleep, anyway? Another restless night couldn’t hurt. Well, that’s what he told himself.
It was a night just like any other on the island. Sounds of waves crashing and leaves rustling filled the silence. The occupants were sound asleep.. well, most of them anyway. Hajime Hinata was the only resident who wasn’t yet sound asleep in the arms of Hypnos.
The light from the moon illuminated his walls nicely. Though, it provided him no comfort. It didn’t make him drowsy or anything, it just made him think about how that was inside of him right now.
That person he didn’t want anything to do with, yet he had to deal with it because of his own stupid decision.
Izuru Kamukura.
Just acknowledging the fact that that was now a part of him made him feel sick to his stomach.
I’m.. a horrible person. The Future Foundation really should’ve just killed me.
The thought tormented his mind. He didn’t want to accept the fact that he was Izuru Kamukura. He wanted to be himself, not a deadly sociopath. But, the reality was that of which he had to accept. Just like he accepted it that day.
He didn’t want to keep pondering the matter, so he went on a small excursion.
It was midnight. No one was around. So it would be fine to go to the restaurant for a late night snack, he thought.
So he did. Hajime stepped out of his cottage and took abnormally wary steps into the restaurant, not expecting to see his white-haired beau sitting alone at a table.
“Oh, Nagito?” Said male looked towards him and flashed an endearing smile, “Good morning, Hajime.”
Hajime stepped towards the table and looked down at him with a raised eyebrow. “Um, what are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same thing.” Nagito replied, looking up at his lover.
“You look troubled,” He stood up and cupped Hajime’s face with one hand, sustaining a worried expression, “is everything okay?”
Hajime nodded weakly. “Yeah, everything’s fine.”
The lie was obvious to the other. Dread was written all over his face and it looked as if he hadn’t slept a wink for a few days now. He placed a kiss atop Hajime’s head and gave him a tender smile, “You don’t have to lie to me, you know.” The look in his eyes was loving. Worried yet loving, “You can tell me anything.”
Nagito was being patient with him. He didn’t want to pry for answers, so he simply held Hajime in his arms as he slowly but surely explained what was keeping him up.
“Why was I so desperate?” He repeated those words over and over, running his hands up Nagito’s back to tangle his fingers in his white locks. The taller hushed him and whispered the sweetest of nothings, caressing his delicate figure in a successful attempt to calm him down.
Nagito buried his face in Hajime’s hair, finding himself being consumed by the soft scent of tangerine shampoo. Hajime, too, found himself being absorbed by the redolent aroma of strawberries and creme that lingered on Nagito.
He’d finally come to a tranquil state within his beloved’s arms when he pulled back gently.
“Do you want to go back to my cottage?” He asked, worried that the other would continue struggling to sleep if he’d left him on his own.
Hajime nodded and locked his hand around Nagito’s as they headed over to his cottage just as he’d suggested.
Upon arriving, they had a seat on Nagito’s bed. He wrapped a blanket around himself and Hajime who leaned into him as he did so. “Why do you love me?”
The question was so sudden, Nagito didn’t know how to react. He could barely muster up the words to respond. “Uh- what?” He stuttered.
Hajime let out a chuckle as he opened his eyes to look into his lover’s.
“Forget it. It’s a stupid question anyways.” His eyes held sorrow as he looked down at the blanket.
Nagito placed a kiss atop Hajime’s forehead, and rubbed circles on his back. “I know I’m one to talk, but don’t be so hard on yourself. You help me. I want to help you this time. I won’t ever stop loving you, you mean so much to me.”
Wow, the therapy really has changed him for the better.
That thought comforted Hajime. He was about to mention that little fact when he felt a warm hand make its way from his back to around his waist, pulling him into Nagito’s lap.
“If you don’t believe me, I could show you right now if you’d like.” He whispered alluringly into the brunette’s ear, causing his face to heat up.
“What are you getting at..?” Hajime could feel the hardened object poking him and he wondered how Nagito could get a boner so suddenly.
Without responding, Nagito began to unbutton Hajime’s shirt. “You know what I mean. Touch you where it feels good until you're trembling. But like I said, only if you want me to.”
“You.. bastard.”
“I didn’t realize Fuyuhiko was here!” Nagito quipped, earning a groan from the other.
“..J-Just do it already.” Hajime closed his eyes in embarrassment as he finally answered, letting out a gasp when Nagito tugged on his collar to expose his shoulder.
Other than feeling Nagito’s breath on his now exposed shoulder, he hadn’t felt anything else. “Uh.. Nagito? Did you fall asleep?”
“You didn’t say if you wanted me to or not.” He teased, resting his head in the crook of Hajime’s neck instead. “Be a good boy and answer me properly.”
Hajime whimpered. Much to Nagito’s pleasure, he was still susceptible to praise.
“I.. do.”
“You do what?” At this point, Hajime was becoming impatient with the other. With only a few words and actions, Nagito made him crave his touch. And he knew how much of an impact he had on the other. He would smirk at his reactions, edging him on even more.
“Please, I… I want you to touch me..” He begged, bucking his hips up only for them to be held down by Nagito’s prosthetic.
Nagito smiled contently and kissed Hajime’s shoulder with the intent of making his way up to his neck.
“You’re so cute when you’re desperate.” Upon saying this, Nagito took to sucking on the skin of Hajime’s neck, smirking when he reached his sweet spot. He bit down, making the other flinch in both surprise and pleasure.
Hajime was truly on fire right now. The combination of Nagito’s warmth and the tingling sensation on his neck was enough to cloud his mind. After marking Hajime’s neck well, Nagito dragged his tongue across the marks while using his other hand to unzip his pants.
He caressed his thigh, moving his hand dangerously close to the other’s erection, but never actually touching it. He watched in amusement as the other squirmed at his touch.
“Nagito..-” Hajime allowed his jaw to go slack when Nagito’s fingers hovered over his lips. He gently shoved his fingers inside Hajime’s mouth, finally wrapping his hand around Hajime’s cock and stroking slowly as he sucked on the digits.
“Thank you, darling. You’re so obedient for me.” Hajime’s hips bucked once more at the praise, earning a chuckle from the man behind him.
He continued this motion, groaning when Hajime bucked back into his crotch. He grew impatient quickly and began grinding his erection against Hajime’s ass, making him let out muffled moans. The brunette held a tight grip on Nagito’s arm, squeezing when Nagito would move his hand away even if just for a second.
Despite how aware he was of this fact, he’d never admit how shamefully he whined when Nagito removed his hand just as he was about to release.
“Undress yourself.” Nagito instructed, removing his now wet fingers from Hajime’s mouth. Hajime undressed eagerly, only getting to his lower half when he was pulled back into Nagito’s lap, though he was facing him this time.
Nagito grasped Hajime’s chin, being careful not to hurt the other as his other hand reached down towards Hajime’s hole. “Don’t take your eyes off of me, okay?” He whispered. Before Hajime could respond, he slid a finger inside of him, watching as he writhed at the sudden action. He moved briskly, growing more and more impatient by the minute. The sound of Hajime’s whimpers only making him move quicker.
Hajime averted his eyes from Nagito’s gaze only to look right back at him per Nagito’s previous request, earning a pleased smile from the other. “Good boy.” He said as he added in his second finger, moving them in a scissor-like motion to prep him even more. He made quick work of stretching the other, reveling in the moans that left Hajime’s gaping mouth. He wanted to hear more.
“Nagitooo..” Hajime whined, finding the grip he had on Nagito’s arm earlier. “P-Please…”
Nagito was growing even more impatient as the other continued his persuasive begging.
“H-Hurry.. ple-” Before Hajime could finish his sentence, and before Nagito could lose 100% of his composure, he removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock. He eased in slowly due to the lack of preparation, making sure his partner could adjust properly.
Tears welled up in Hajime’s eyes as he was stretched by Nagito, expected since they hadn’t done it in a while. After pushing in all the way, Nagito rubbed along Hajime’s hips in an attempt to make him ease up a bit, which he had.
Hajime began moving his hips forward, signaling that it was okay for Nagito to move. He began with a slow, steady pace, watching as Hajime’s face contorted in pleasure. He squeezed Nagito’s shoulders and bucked forward, the other taking it as a sign to pick up the pace.
“God, Hajime.. You’re so beautiful. I want you...” He held Hajime’s body against his and began to thrust up into him at a quicker pace, earning pleasurable moans from him in turn.
“Hold onto me, dear.”
“N- ah!” Hajime gasped as he was suddenly flipped onto his back. Nagito towered above him. His thrusting quickened drastically, causing Hajime to hold onto him for dear life.
Oh, is that what he meant?
The new found pace made the bed creak as Hajime sunk into the sheets. Further and further he went with each hard thrust. Tears of pleasure began to fall from his eyes, only arousing the other even more. His orgasm forced a loud moan that he didn’t know he’d been holding in to escape his mouth, a series of whimpers followed suit when Nagito continued his thrusting. He showed no sign of slowing down until he came himself. With a few more thrusts, he finally released inside of the other.
He let out a low groan as he filled Hajime’s stomach to the brim with his seed. Hajime trembled. The feeling of being so full felt just as satisfactory as he’d remembered.
Both of them wallowed in the silence, the only noise was the sound of waves and light panting. Hajime was the first to speak up.
“Um.. Nagito?”
“Yes, my love?” Hajime’s face reddened at the pet name, looking at his lover’s nose rather than his eyes.
“Are you gonna.. y’know... pull out?” He asked bashfully.
“Well, I wasn’t planning on it. Do you want me to?”
Hajime didn’t answer his question, instead grabbing hold of his wrists and flipping Nagito onto his back, taking him by surprise.
“Then.. if you aren’t going to, you should at least continue. I’m uh... still horny.” He said, holding Nagito’s hands above his head.
The other chuckled, not expecting such a bold action from his lover. “I thought you said you wanted to sleep, dear? Have you changed your mind or are you just addicted to me?” He said teasingly.
“Well if you’re not going to, then I will go to sleep.” Hajime huffed, sitting up slightly only for Nagito to pull him back down against him.
“I guess it’s time for me to do the reassuring, isn’t it?” Hajime blinked obtusely, not quite understanding what Nagito meant. “Um.. what?”
He pecked Hajime’s lips, holding his face close. “Of course I will. You are more important than sleep after all.”
To me you are, anyway.