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Nagito wouldn't stop squirming.
Hajime wasn't just going to outright say he was annoyed because he knew Nagito and his weird inferiority complex, but fuck. Every time he readjusted himself the couch would dip. It had been a long week, okay?
He'd asked him if he wanted to hang out, mostly out of pity. No one had really talked to him since the game ended, he was ashamed to say he felt a bit bad. Nagito wasn't like— evil or anything.
Outside of the game, Nagito had calmed down a lot. He was more normal now. Less hope and despair talk, no crazed laughter. Most people were still weary… to be fair, he had tried to kill them all.
Maybe Hajime was still grasping at straws for a reason why he still felt so drawn to him.
He'd decided watching a movie was a fine activity— not to much pressure on a good conversation. It would've been good, if Nagito wasn't moving around so much.
Hajime didn't like that kind of stuff, Nagito let out a small breath that sounded three times louder in Hajime's ear drums. If he didn't like the movie he could just say so? Forcing him to watch wasn't his intention.
He took a deep breath before letting out in a slightly aggravated tone, "Can you stop."
Nagito's head snapped over, "Stop?"
Hajime sighed, "Moving around. If you're bored or something just say so, I wasn't trying to force you."
Nagito's eyes widened, "Oh no I wasn't bored, this movie is amazing, well of course it's amazing since you chose it, but-"
"Nagito." Hajime sighed.
"Ah sorry. I just didn't want to interrupt the movie since you seem like you're enjoying it. We can pause- or we don't have to pause it, I can just leave-"
Hajime furrowed his brow.
"Why do you need to leave?"
Nagito looked down, a small blush painting his cheeks, "I need to use the restroom."
Hajime hated how he immediately felt his brain stop, as he looked at Nagito's tense figure. His thighs pressed together tightly, the thin line of his lips.
Nagito looked up at him, smiling abashedly. Hajime tried to calm himself. It's not sexual. It's normal. He can be normal.
"May I please go to the bathroom? " There was a faint blush on Nagito's cheeks as he pleaded looking into Hajime's eyes. Fuck, he can't be normal.
"Maybe you should wait just a while longer till there's a less intense part so we don't miss anything," He tried for a casual tone in his voice.
Nagito's brow furrowed slightly, confused. Hajime's heart pounded against his ribs. Then, Nagito turned, muttering a small, "Okay."
They both returned to 'watching the movie.' Hajime obviously wasnt, not anymore, His eyes were firmly fixed on the screen, but his brain could only register the restrained squirming. It was clear he was trying to hold back, be still, not bother Hajime.
He hated how much he liked the thought, Nagito holding back because of him. He knew Nagito was smart, and there was probably a chance he'd realize his intentions, the need was just too big. Because he knew Nagito would do it. He knew Nagito would listen.
He felt the couch dip under Nagito's weight when he shifted again. He knew he had to pee bad. Shit.
It was the type of thing he'd always tried to ignore, his desire for things like this. His guilty enjoyment.
They made it another 20 minutes into the movie while Nagito became increasingly restless, crossing his legs, pressing his thighs together, even resorting to lifting his butt off the couch as subtly as possible.
Hajime was hard. The darkness of the room was his only saving grace. He knew there would be no lull in the movie before it would end, as there was only 20 minutes left. Thank God he chose a long movie.
"Hajime?" His voice shook slightly.
Fuck, no. His stomach curled with arousal at the slight desperation in his tone. Please don't ask again. Please. Just go on your own. He knows he can't be trusted with control again.
"Yeah." Hajime kept his voice flat.
"I have to pee."
Hajime clenched his fists, he could feel his own face reddening. Nagito paused, clearly waiting for permission to excuse himself. Hajime stayed silent.
"Can I-"
"No." He whispered.
Nagito's eyebrows raised, clearly baffled. Nagito was insecure sure, but he wasn't stupid. Normally, people don't outright deny you the right to use the bathroom.
Damn it, Hajime probably shouldn't of done that, Nagito's definitely going to realize he's-
"Okay," Nagito muttered, looking back at the screen. Hajime's heart quickens at the same time that he crosses his legs.
Okay, okay. He doesn't know whether Nagito understood what he was up to or is just listening because he's… well Nagito. Hopefully he doesn't know Hajime's being weird. He doesn't know if he can handle the embarrassment.
Nagito adjusts himself again, probably really desperate by now. Hajime bites his lip. The TV casts a dim light in the shadowed room. Neither of them say anything. All Hajime is thinking of is climbing on top of Nagito and holding him down. Humiliating him. Forcing him to piss himself.
Nagito leans over, brows furrowed. Hajime's eyes drift down to his hands, now firmly between his legs. His thighs are shaking.
"Hinata-kun, I'm sorry but I have to excuse myself.." His voice wavered nervously, "It's an emergency. I don't want to cause you any more problems then I already have."
Hajime just stared at him. His gaze traitorously drifted down again to his hands between his thighs. Nagito blushed, shifting a bit out of view.
"Hajime I-" Nagito paused, seeing the look it Hajime's eyes. Hajime's gaze drifted upwards, staring at his lips. Nagito froze in place, almost in shock.
"Hajime?"
Hajime leaned in slightly. His eyes were intensely fixed on his lips. Nagito shifted again, urgency still coursing through him, he uncrossed his legs and locked his fists tightly in his jeans.
"Are you-" He started. Hajime looked in his eyes, a quiet question. Nagito swallowed.
Hajime leaned in connecting their lips. Nagito felt an excitement bubble up inside him, overtaking his desperate urge. He pushed into it, shifting his thighs to press together harder.
Hajime lips were warm. He lifted his hand up to hesitantly grab his upper arm, like he was unsure Hajime wouldn't just push him off. He tried hard not to shift too much, not to ruin the moment.
Hajime broke away first. Nagito lingered for a moment. Then he squirmed a bit, eyes wide, cheeks pink.
"Why- Why would you- with someone like me-"
Hajime shifted closer, cheeks just as pink, "Ple-," he caught himself, "Come on," he said instead, before leaning in again.
Nagito accepted the kiss openly. His body reacted to Hajime's touch with desperation and heat, Hajime felt him squirming still. It only spurred him on.
Maybe Hajime had imagined something like this before. Nagito was much warmer than he'd imagined. His lips were dry but somehow that just reminded him that who he was kissing was Nagito. It made something weird bloom in his chest.
He grabbed Nagito's waist and pulled him in. Nagito's thighs stuttered, trying to press over one another and cross together. Hajime's proximity prevented him from doing it.
Hajime stood, their teeth clanked painfully, neither stopped. He climbed onto Nagito, sitting in his lap. Nagito whimpered. Hajime was pressing into his bladder.
"Ah- Hajime I- " Hajime pressed his body further forward, "I'm so grateful that someone like you-aha- would even consider— ah"
Hajime rolled his hips forward, grinding on him. He could feel Nagito's cock twitch in his pants. He didn't want to explain himself— that he knew already. That he wanted this. Nagito froze, thighs tensing. He pressed his hips forward— to Nagito's stomach, so that's he'd feel how hard he was. Maybe that'd make him shut up and stay still.
"Hinata-" clearly not, " I apologize but I- May I just use the washroom quickly-"
Hajime leaned in close, white hair tickled his cheek, "No," he felt the full body shiver at that. Nagito shut up finally, and Hajime leaned into his lips. Nagito's lips moved against his, but his body was taut with tension. Nagito pulled back.
"Ah- Is- Is this something you enjoy," Hajime flushed, "Well if you want I ca-" Hajime pushed his fingers against Nagito's bladder, causing him to cut off his sentence with a panicked whimper.
"Shut up," he groaned. This was already embarrassing enough. Hajime stood up from the couch. Nagito stared up at him. His eyes were hazy and his thighs were pressed together tightly.
Hajime sank to his knees. Nagito's eyes widened in shock, "Hinata- What are-" He shuffled forward, pressing his hands between his legs, asking for permission.
"Hinata-kun you really shouldn't" Hajime looked into his eyes, Nagito's face was even redder then before,
"Is this okay?" He mumbled. He could feel his own face burning just as much. Nagito pressed his lips together, before he whispered, "Okay."
Hajime spread his thighs apart slowly, observing the way they were shaking with desperation. His dick throbbed in his pants. Nagit'os cock was pressing against his jeans, and he could see a small wet spot there, he must've lost control at some point.
He palmed his own cock, "Can- can I.. You know.."
Nagito blushed, "I- I really have to pee.."
Hajime shuffled forward even more— as if he could get any closer, "Don't." Hajime said, It would be a command if it wasn't for the way his voice was shaking.
Nagito stared with wide eyes before he nodded, "Take them off" He gestured to his pants. Nagito obliged, lifting his butt up a little before pulling his pants halfway down his thighs. Hajime stared between his legs. It was hard.
As soon as Nagito settled back into place, Hajime leaned in, grabbing his cock with barely any hesitation. His mouth was practically watering. He grabbed it and put it in his mouth. He could see Nagito grab the edges of the couch for stability as he let out a noise of pleasure.
"H-..mmhh"
Hajime didn't know what to do but he seemed to be doing well enough considering Nagito's face. He could feel Nagito trying to tense and close his legs to hold back. He grabbed his thigh and started massaging circles into it, half to comfort him, half to feel the muscles tense under his fingers.
Nagito kept whimpering. He tried to sick down further on his cock, causing his hips to buck forward involuntarily, he used his hand to hold his hip in place when there was three loud bangs on the door.
They both froze, looking panicked. Hajime moved backwards as Nagito rushed to pull his pants up.
"Hajime?" Kazuizhi's voice sounded from outside.
"One sec!" Hajime's voice cracked embarassingly.
Nagito stood up clumsily pulling his pants back up. Hajime ran his hands through his hair, hoping he looked presentable. He wiped his hand over his mouth. He signaled for Nagito to sit back down. He looked over his face, checking for any signs of what they'd been doing.
"Man you're taking too long, I'm coming in."
Hajime's heart dropped, he placed his hands infront of his crotch. He could hear Nagito shuffle on the couch. The door oppened.
Kazuichi looked at Hajime first, "Hel-" He made eye contact with Nagito, who shot him a shaky smile, he raised a brow, "Nagito?"
Hajime looked between them for a moment"We- uh… we were watching a movie." he stumbled over his words.
Kazuichi looked at the TV screen, the end credits were playing already. Neither Hajime nor Nagito had noticed that before. Kazuichi looked confused but accepted the answer easily, "Oh, okay… I guess." Hajime sighed, at least it wasn't someone more observant like Fuyuhiko.
He heard Nagito breath in shakily behind him, he glanced to see him squirming in his seat. "Anyways," Hajime turned his head back to Kazuichi's voice, "I need help, if you can come soon. Just need to carry a few boxes, but they're way too heavy for one person, and everyone else is refusing to help me!" He pouted.
Hajime nodded, "Kay, just wait. Me and Nagito need to uh- finish up here." He cringed, that definitely sounded suspicious, Kazuichi just shot him a smile and a thumbs up.
"Oh yeah, no worries! Thanks man!"
Nagito shifted like he was going to stand, before he sat back down hesitantly with another shaky breath. Kazuichi didn't leave though, wanted to talk more.
"So what were you guys watching?" Hajime was about to engage him on instinct, but he heard the desperately held back whimper of despair from behind him and decided that probably wasn't a good idea.
"We'll talk later, just let me get ready," Hajime tried not to look behind him. Kazuichi raised a brow before he looked to the TV again, "Uh- Okay man." He turned around and closed the door. As soon as he was gone Nagito stood with urgency.
"I'm- I'm so sorry Hajime I couldn't hold it- I was trying but it just-" His hand was between his legs as he tried to dab at a sizable wet spot on the couch with the corner of his sweater. Hajime's stomach curled again.
He moved his legs again, "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to-" Hajime opened his mouth to tell him it was okay, but he just kept staring between his legs. He could see that they were wet thanks to the light of the TV. Nagito let out another panicked breath as more came out.
The dabbing was useless, the liquid absorbed quickly into the couch. Hajime only stopped staring when he heard a noise akin to a sob leave Nagito's mouth. He looked up, only to see tears in Nagito's eyes. He panicked.
"It's- Its okay. Just go to the bathroom." He ignored the hesitation in his voice. Nagito looked at him with shiny eyes before he rushed to the bathroom in Hajime's cottage. Hajime watched him leave, then returned his gaze to the couch.
So he was breathing like that because he was peeing himself.. while hajime was talking to Kazuichi.
If only he could've watched that happen. Maybe he was a sadist— but he wished he could of dragged on the conversation, watching as Nagito squirmed, trying not to wet himself on Hajime's couch.
There's definitely something wrong with him. He heard the sound of a toilet flushing and his shoulders slumped. He wished it was relaxation, but it was disappointment.
Nagito exited cautiously, Hajime looked him in the eyes. Then his eyes drifted down Nagito's body, he could definitely tell his thighs were still wet. It was obvious even in the dim light of the room. Nagito refused to make eye contact.
"I'm- I'm sorry Hinata… If you wish I can clean it up."
Hajime shook his head, "Don't worry I will." Nagito's hands were in front of his crotch, he was clearly still embarrassed.
"I- are you sure. I can- you shouldn't have to clean up the mess of someone as disgusting and lowly as me, and I-"
"Nagito." Hajime cut him off firmly, "It's fine. Go home." Nagito looked up, a bit shocked with his tone. He silently made his way to the door, steps a bit hurried. Hajime stared. He left.
Hajime looked back to the wet spot on the couch. Fuck.
He couldn't help but stare at it for a while. He was still hard.
God what is wrong with him.