[ He's normally very punctual, thank you very much, this one just happened to escape his mind after having a patient attempting to bleed out on his examination table. He'd cleared his schedule for the rest of the day upon realizing that it would be a time consuming affair, but he might have neglected to tell his coworkers that he would be with a patient awhile longer. He might have just forgotten those few hours that he blotted out in the middle of the day were for that. He has the sneaking suspicion that both sides off this equation were upset with him for some reason.
But with Komaeda securely on top of him and holding onto him, he can't very retreat any longer. His eyes widen as he seems to realize the situation he's in, and Hiyori wonders if this isn't a bit of revenge disguised as assistance. Just the close contact is enough to make his heart race in his chest and his breath start to quicken.
"H-how soon can you be in? Harai-san is really upset..."
Hiyori bites his lip, squirming beneath Komaeda as he tries not to react too strongly to the combination of his mouth on his neck, the feeling of those delicate fingers brushing up against him as he undoes the buttons of his labcoat with a surprising amount of success.... Ah, a person really should be able to enjoy it completely when they're loved, he thinks, and he wishes he could indulge himself until his heart's content here.
That said, he must have some experience, because despite his twitching and the way that he looks away to try and at least keep from looking directly at what's occurring, he manages to limit his shallow breathing enough to keep it from being heard. He keeps his voice even and level, ]
Can you hold it without me?
[ "Ah, it'd be better if you could come..." ]
I can't help it, it was an emergen--
[ At least, he handles it well until his excuse is cut off by a loud gasp as Komaeda bites down on him. He bites down hard enough to draw blood. He must not mind that level of roughness, though, because that in combination with the pleasure that the chaser brings is enough to draw a low moan from him. He loses control over the pace of his breath after that, and they come out quick and shallow.
"H-Hiyori-san, are you..!?"
That voice is muffled as before, and the person on the other side sounds like they're more embarrassed than he is. It only lasts for a moment though, there's a moment of shuffling before the crisp, serious voice from the voicemail takes over:
"Hiyori." No honorfic. It's the tone of somebody who's had such experience in scolding a person that they've mastered just the right tone to make them recoil.
That gives him the strength to tug the phone away from his ear enough to hit the mute button for a moment, at least. ]
IT'S FINE harai is going to kill him now so we don't have to worry
But with Komaeda securely on top of him and holding onto him, he can't very retreat any longer. His eyes widen as he seems to realize the situation he's in, and Hiyori wonders if this isn't a bit of revenge disguised as assistance. Just the close contact is enough to make his heart race in his chest and his breath start to quicken.
"H-how soon can you be in? Harai-san is really upset..."
Hiyori bites his lip, squirming beneath Komaeda as he tries not to react too strongly to the combination of his mouth on his neck, the feeling of those delicate fingers brushing up against him as he undoes the buttons of his labcoat with a surprising amount of success.... Ah, a person really should be able to enjoy it completely when they're loved, he thinks, and he wishes he could indulge himself until his heart's content here.
That said, he must have some experience, because despite his twitching and the way that he looks away to try and at least keep from looking directly at what's occurring, he manages to limit his shallow breathing enough to keep it from being heard. He keeps his voice even and level, ]
Can you hold it without me?
[ "Ah, it'd be better if you could come..." ]
I can't help it, it was an emergen--
[ At least, he handles it well until his excuse is cut off by a loud gasp as Komaeda bites down on him. He bites down hard enough to draw blood. He must not mind that level of roughness, though, because that in combination with the pleasure that the chaser brings is enough to draw a low moan from him. He loses control over the pace of his breath after that, and they come out quick and shallow.
"H-Hiyori-san, are you..!?"
That voice is muffled as before, and the person on the other side sounds like they're more embarrassed than he is. It only lasts for a moment though, there's a moment of shuffling before the crisp, serious voice from the voicemail takes over:
"Hiyori." No honorfic. It's the tone of somebody who's had such experience in scolding a person that they've mastered just the right tone to make them recoil.
That gives him the strength to tug the phone away from his ear enough to hit the mute button for a moment, at least. ]
Ahh... Komaeda-kun, have mercy...