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Anger was a powerful emotion.
It made Hinata do impulsive things that he would shed tears over later.
It made him want to kick people, shove them against the wall and beat them black and blue. He shouted, he swore, spat, and sneered.
Nowadays, he screamed into his pillows, he bit his wrists, he might even pull his hair to a point where his scalp ached for days afterward.
Or, he fucked his boyfriend, really, really hard.
"Ah, ah H-Hinata yes YES, HAH AH!" Nagito's feeble body trembled, gripping the sheets, as he came across his stomach and chest. Hinata slammed into him, one hand intertwined into his partner's, the other balancing on the bed frame.
"Ah, ah fuck Ko-Komaeda I'm about to-" He didn't even get to finish his sentence before he came into him, letting out a fractured groan. He panted heavily, leaning down and kissing the whimpering boy underneath him.
He pulled out and began cleaning everything away, changing the bed sheets as Nagito got into a fresh pair of pyjamas. He waited for Hajime patiently, perched on the edge of the bed, legs shaking slightly:
"What are you- you can get under the covers if you want. I'll be a minute." Nagito shook his head aggressively, holding his arms out.
"I want to cuddle."
Cuddle? Komaeda only announced that when he wanted to talk
"Oh, okay then hang on."
Hajime let out a tired sigh as Nagito buried his head into his chest, delicately placing a hand into the other's messy waves and massaging.
"Hinata, has anything made you angry recently?" His voice was innocent, laced with genuine concern. The question shocked him. Nagito was never upfront about stuff like this.
"Huh? well no, not really…" Hajime thought for a second, he was telling the truth. He had - in fact - been in a more patient mood. Komaeda hesitated before continuing.
"Hmm...What makes you angry, Hinata?" Hajime furrowed his brows, grabbing Komaeda by the shoulders and pulling him back to face him. He was smiling.
No, he was smirking.
"Wh-what are you smiling about?" he insinuated sternly "Why are you suddenly asking me this shit?"
Simply put, Hajime didn't like talking about his anger, or any of his negative emotions for that matter, unless he chose to. And it sure as hell sounded like Nagito was planning on forcing things out of him at any given moment. Nagito licked his lips, a look of sheer malice plastered across his pale skin.
"Because, you fuck me better when you're angry, Hajime." He practically spat it; the innocent boy from before had disappeared entirely.
Hinata's grip faltered for a second, as he looked at Komaeda's proud face in disbelief, before scowling.
"Well- why don't I just not fuck you at all then, how about that? Because clearly I'm only good when I feel like shit, yeah?" he let go and turned the other way, switching off the lamp. The silence was like glass, shattered by Nagito's cold, condescending laugh.
"You're so overdramatic, as expected of a useless reserve course. Can you not handle criticism from someone better than you?" Hajime heard him shuffle and switch off his own lamp. He held his sheets close around him, frustration scorching inside his stomach. It was quiet for a few seconds before Komaeda sighed:
"You're lucky I'm even sleeping in this bed with you, fuck me better and maybe I wont leave you."
He was bluffing of course, but he got the reaction he wanted nonetheless.
Hajime stubbed his toe on the way back from breakfast with everyone, yelping and falling forward pathetically.
"OW! AH WHAT THE FUCK?" He turned around and kicked the bed pillar rhythmically:
"Stupid. Fucking. Piece. Of. Shit." He had been in a horrid mood all morning, being excessively rude to Ibuki for "never learning when to shut up" and snapping at Akane for wanting to organise morning exercise activities.
He exhaled, exhausted and began tugging on his tie.
Maybe I just need to get some rest.
He thought, pulling his shirt over his head and wiggling out of his jeans, already feeling a little less tense. Tugging the covers over him, he sighed, eyes fluttering shut.
Before they shot open again.
Hang on. Where was nagito?
Hajime sat up. He resisted the urge to bite his wrist as he flexed his hands. This, his mood, the entire thing was his boyfriend's fault.
Nagito was a lot of things:
pretty, intelligent, analytical, loving, scornful, a little scary. But he was also very VERY fucking annoying. And Hajime was - lucky for him - on the receiving end of Nagito Komaeda central.
He reached over and grabbed his handbook, ringing him. His head wavered as he blinked away the white dots that began swirling in his eyeline.
Nagito picked up on the 3rd ring:
"Ah, hello Hinata-kun, how are you this morning?" He implored, sickly sweet.
"Shut up. I've felt like shit all morning. Care to explain where you are or am I gonna have to find you?" He replied bluntly, receiving an earful of Nagito's high laugh,
"I'm impressed you even noticed I was gone! A lowlife like you blinded by your temper… You should really fix that, Hinata-kun…" he heard him lick his lips. "I've heard anger management therapy helps."
Hajime bit his thumb.
Don't shout, don't shout, don't shout.
" I'm coming to find you."
He quickly pulled on a shirt on top of his sweatpants and grasped the bed pillar as he squeezed into a pair of trainers, tripping slightly. He left the cottage, poking aggressively at his handbook to see where Nagito was.
The hotels.
Of course he fucking was.
"Jesus christOW-" Hajime had walked right into a wall. He was fuming at this point, the resentment growing in his stomach like an infection.
Breathe.
"HEY HAJIME, ARE YOU OKAY DUDE?" His face began to flush hot, as he heard Kazuichi laugh:
"Oi- that looked like quite a fall, you sure you- OH! BYE THEN!"
Hajime had gotten up and started speed walking away, rubbing his nose tempestuously. His fingers scribed half-moons into his clenched palms. He picked up the pace and started jogging, breeze hitting his face delicately, cooling down his heated cheeks.
"Just wait till I get my hands on you, you asshole-" he muttered deliriously.
Shortly, he doubled over to catch his breath and squinted at the motel, moving to find which room Nagito was in.
The first one. He'd made it easy, at least.
Hajime widened his eyes at Komaeda, sprawled out on the bed, wearing the daintiest baby pink lingerie. The net bra was lined with white lace, one strap falling off of his pale shoulder. He wore matching underwear that clung to him, outlining his prominent erection. He gazed at the tan boy innocently, before smiling:
"Hajimeeee, I'm so sorry for making you angry." he whined, as Hajime clutched the edge of his own shirt tightly, glowering.
"You sure don't look it." Nagito crawled to the edge of the bed, biting his lip.
"And? What if I'm not? You gonna make me sorry?" Hajime blushed, stammering slightly as he spoke.
"N-no, I didn't come to fuck you, or anything... I don't feel like it right now, anyway."
The heat growing in his lower abdomen spoke for itself, however. Komaeda moved his hand forward, pulling Hajime's arm and bringing him closer.
"Oh yeah? Your little friend says otherwise." He wasn't smiling anymore. Hajime furrowed his brows in frustration.
"Okay so what? You bring me here, give me a boner and what, Nagito? You expect me to want to have sex with you?" his voice raised faintly as Nagito stared at him, still gently gripping his boyfriend's arm. "Komaeda-" he ran a hand through his own mousy hair, and shook off the other's hand. He calmly glided to the bed and sat down, pausing.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Nagito perched behind him, hands on his knees, watching curiously.
6, 7, 8, 9, 10
The sharp pain of unruly white being pulled took him by surprise.
"OW! OW OUCH, HINATA THAT-THAT HURTS!" Hajime latched on firmly, throwing him to the floor and shoving him in between those built, tan thighs. Nagito looked up, tears forming in his eyes.
"Don't cry yet, we haven't even started princess." He let go of Nagito's hair to stand up momentarily and pull down his joggers, shaking them off and throwing them across the room. His hand gripped swiftly back onto the strands.
"Suck."
Nagito gazed at Hajime's length in awe, licking his lips before leaning his hand against the boy's thigh. He gently rubbed his tongue around the tip, pushing it against the indent. He moved enticingly slow, and Hinata was sure he was doing it on purpose. Komaeda began licking up and down, blowing slightly, earning irritated shivers. Hajime bucked his hips up to get more friction against the other boy's tongue but it was no use. He clenched his teeth and let out a groan.
"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" He tightly held Nagito's head in place as he pushed the entire thing into his mouth, receiving a choked cry.
"Slap my thigh if it gets too much." Nagito hummed in understanding and locked eyes with glossed hazel. They were glazed over in pure lust. Hajime moved in and out at a brutal pace, as his boyfriend gagged - meagre - at his knees.
"Ha, ah ha, my dumb whore- fuck, ah spluttering all over my cock." Nagito's loud groans squeezed Hajimes tip, partnered with nails digging into his skin. The other's cheeks had flushed a lewd pink, tears streaming down and dripping onto the floor. The pale boy squeezed his eyes shut as he gagged hard, spit leaking down both sides of his face. Hajime felt himself about to finish, as he panted, sweat beading on his eyebrows.
But no way was he about to leave without ruining Komaeda inside and out.
He stopped abruptly, pulling out slowly. Komaeda twitched, coughing as spit dripped off Hajime's dick onto his vibrating knees. He let go of the wispy white strands and replaced his hand with Nagito's face:
"Be a good boy and go get lube for me." Nagito's eyes widened in glee as he jumped up and ran to his jacket. Hajime watched him bend over, his ass smooth, perfectly placed in the underwear he wore. He turned around, gripping a lube in one hand and Hajime's black tie in the other.
Oh… so that's where that went.
Nagito sat on the bed, watching the other boy restlessly, as Hajime took off his shirt, and intertwined the tie in his fingers, his chest was gleaming with sweat and he was still breathless from before. He moved forward, then stopped.
"I'm thinking, whether you… even deserve to be fucked since-…. that's what you want…isn't it?" Nagito's face dropped instantly:
"W-what do you mean, Hinata-kun?" He smiled gently, his voice raspy. Hinata leaned down, nose practically touching his boyfriend's. He stuck out his lower lip in mockery.
"I mean, my precious Ultimate, I want to have my way with you before I stick anything inside your desperate hole." Nagito furrowed his brows, chest rising and falling.
"No, I don't wan-" the sharp blow to Komaeda's right cheek harshly cut him off.
"Shut up before I tie you up to the bedframe and leave you here." He'd dropped down onto the bed, leaning back onto the bedframe and patted his lap, lovingly:
"Ass up, sweetheart," Nagito shuffled, brows still together as he glared at Hajime. "I'd suggest you listen to me or you can sleep in your own cottage tonight."
Nagito and Hajime had been sleeping in each other's cottages for a while: since they started dating. They also happened to be incredibly unforgiving in how loud they were, most nights. Most days, Nagito would shamelessly walk into breakfast with a neck scattered with deep purple bruises, legs shaking and voice hoarser than it already was.
Hajime was sure that the entire island was familiar with how hard he fucked when he was mad.
"Nnghh-AH!" A solid tan hand bounced off of the writhing boy sprawled across Hajime lap. Nagito's tied hands twisted into the sheets, underwear completely off, as he squeaked at each impact.
"Stop," slap "making so much noise." Hajime admired how fun it was to get Nagito exactly like this…exactly where he wanted him. It kept things exciting, at least. The pale boy arched his back with need, contorting his legs. He made a whine of annoyance.
"M-more, Hinata- kun more," He tried rolling over as Hajime watched with a bored expression, before holding his face and shoving it into the bed. He earned an exhausted, muffled groan from his boyfriend.
"Stop talking." Hajime stuck two rough fingers into Nagito's mouth, swirling them around his sticky tongue. He reared back and slapped with enough force to make the entire bed shake.
"AHHHHNGHH!" Nagito had perked his head back up, eyes gaping, legs pushing together. he panted letting Hajime's fingers fall out of his mouth. "A-again, ah Hajime... AGAIN PLEASE MORE!" His entire body was shaking with intangible desire. Hinata chuckled to himself.
"It only took me 10 minutes to get you like this, do you realise how pathetic that makes you?" he intertwined his fingers into Nagito's soft locks, pushing the enthusiastic head back down. "Fucking whore."
He spanked again. And again. Repeatedly. The next one harder than the last, as Nagito moaned and drooled under his palm. Hinata watched as his ass flushed ruby, resembling the inside of Komaeda's mouth.
"Ha-Hajime, MMPH, ah-AHHNGH"
"Mmm you like that? You like being thrown around like a doll and used don't you? My dirty, dirty boy."
"Mmph, Hinata makes me feel so good, ahhh-AH- thank you, Hinata." he had started crying, and Hajime could feel his lap moisten with precum from both their erections. His partner twitched pitifully in his lap. "H-HAJIME MORE HARDER,ah- pl-PLEASE!," the smell of arousal seeped off of Komaeda's trembling frame as he bit down into the thick duvets.
"Thankyou, thankyouthankyouthankyou-MMPHF, AH-!" He came loudly, all over Hajime's lap. He tensed his hands against the binding and clenched the sheets, face damp with tears, whimpering and shivering. He'd cum hard without even being touched.
Hajime was thoroughly impressed.
But his erection was beginning to ache and he had to strain his own legs to stop from cumming all over Nagito's quivering chest. He grabbed his boyfriend and felt frail legs close around his waist. Hajime cupped Nagito's ass tightly, throwing him - back down - onto the mattress. He gently undid Nagito's bindings and threw the tie to the side. Feverishly, he pushed his body against him, their heat intertwining as they kissed passionately. Biting, drooling, wincing as both their lips bruised with lust. Komaeda had started to curl his back, trying to rub against Hajime's toned stomach.
Hajime broke the kiss to look at Nagito's flushed face, engrossed in yearning. And- god - did he look pretty when he was fucked out.
Nagito stared back into those deep, umber eyes, eyelids drooping, breath hot as hell fire and chest beading with sweat that dotted those sculpted collar bones.
Hajime could've cum from just looking at him.
"I'm gonna fuck that hole of yours so hard you won't be walking for weeks." He chuckled affectionately.
"Yeah?" Komaeda panted. "You gonna- ha, ha-, make me sorry for pissing you off, Hajime?" He had to pause a few times to collect his breath. A sinister smile that would've put the Cheshire Cat to shame was spread wide across his shining lips.
"God look at you, you're enjoying this so much, it's almost like being someone's desperate slut runs through your blood." Hajime pushed himself up, flipping open a bottle of lube, and slapping it messily across his fingers. Komaeda watched, slight bewilderment lacing his tired expression.
Without warning, two fingers were shoved into him, eliciting a hiss and loud curse.
"AH- FUCK!" Nagito had thrown his head back, hand smacking onto the headboard. Hajime pressed one hand onto the slim thigh, as he scissored the hole, swirling his fingers. The other writhed uncomfortably underneath him, grinding up into them.
"H-hurry, find the- find ah, AH FUCK! H-HURRY!" Nagito groaned, stretching out the last syllable. He'd grabbed his own wild waves, legs shaking at a blistering speed.
"I'd find it quicker if you just shut the fuck up." He'd slammed a hand over his mouth, earning rough nose exhales onto tan skin. He prodded and poked at a tantalizing pace, curling his fingers until finally:
"MMPHHHH!" Komaeda had twitched - almost inhumanly - at the stroke of his prostate. Hajime smirked, evidently satisfied, pulling his fingers out and smothering lube onto his excruciatingly hard cock.
"You ready?" He laid a gentle kiss on Nagito's damp forehead before removing his palm and slamming his cock full length right into the pale boy.
"MmmgmmmMMHAA!" the pale boy had crossed his eyes in utter ecstasy, as Hajime started to move in and out at an ungodly strength. He had crossed Nagito's wrists over with one hand, using the other to clutch that slim jaw into an iron hold.
"Mhm? Did you forget how hard I could overstimulate your poor hole?" he continued snapping his hips wetly against the other, as Komaeda let out ear splitting winces and whines. "My pretty little fleshlight-" He slowed, as he felt Nagito buck up his hips "ah, god- you like the way I fuck you, huh?"
"nnnmgmphh, Ha-Hajime- it, nghhah ah, ah-" His hard-on was leaking precum all over his stomach and his toes were curling with agonising waves of rapture.
"Nagito, words, do you like the way I fuck you?" Komaeda struggled to keep his eyes open as he wrung his pearly white wrists underneath Hajime's grip.
"Y-yess, Haa, you make me feel so- ah, ah so good …" Hinata smiled contentedly as he let go of Nagito's hands and leaned down to nip hickey's into his glistening neck. Nagito held him close, hands pulling chestnut hair with need.
"Keep- keep going, please Hajime-AH!" Hinata thrusted into him with a loud groan, gripping the sheets on either side of the other.
"You gonna cum for me again like the good cocksleeve you are, yeah?" he panted, vibrations against his neck running chills down Nagito's spine. He went to grab those strong arms, scratching them deep as Hajime moved faster, abusing his prostate.
"nnnngnnhhhmpf naHA AHH YESSS YES HAJIME HA -HAJIME! I-IM GONNA-" He wailed incoherent blabber, tears beading those snowy eyelashes. Komaeda's legs tensed around Hajime as he came a second time, with a loud, eye-rolling moan.
"God,AH, f-fuck Nagito- nagitonagitonagito- ahAHH- "
That's all Hajime needed to push him to euphoric bliss. He emptied out into Nagito's contracting entrance with a defeated groan, voice cracking mercilessly, stripping Hinata's throat. He bit down onto Nagito's shoulder as he regained himself from hazed vision, before pulling out with a gentle gasp and throwing himself down. The silence, was tense, erotic, filled with dense sighs.
"Hey, ha, ah, Hajime," Nagito looked thoroughly filthy, covered in violet bruises, and drenched in sweat. Hajime dropped his head to look at the breathless heap beside him.
"Y-yeah?" His arm was strewn across his forehead, graceful shadow casted over his eyes.
"You see what I mean now about how you fuck better when you're mad?"