[ He's right, of course, and it truly is shameful that it had taken him so long to return. It stings to hear, as somebody who had been been strictly taught how to act as a proper host and took the matter quite seriously. Hiyori had failed as a host, and he was now failing to maintain any sense of composure. It's not getting significantly harder any longer, but there's no relief from it either.
A shudder runs its way down his spine as he feels Komaeda's breath in his ear once more, and the action pulls a gasp out of him. His breaths come out quick and shallow now, heart racing in his chest, and he does start to squirm a little as his earlobe is nipped at. That had always been a sensitive area for him, and he's quickly realizing just how skilled Komaeda is at finding just the right spots and hitting just the right notes. ]
K-Komaeda-kun...
[ Hiyori murmurs his name, whimpering as his waistband is played with. His knees feel as though they might start buckling at any moment, and he chooses to blame that on the ever mounting exhaustion that he feels. It's barely anything at all, and it's already too much, and he doesn't want this to stop here. That warning he had felt is melting away with all other coherent thought, and it takes him a moment to respond. ]
Mmph... [ Had he said want? He had meant need, but there was no taking it back now, and he can't very well refuse. ] If you insist, then... Then I suppose I'll leave it to you... Please excuse me, Komaeda-kun...
[ For being such a poor, shameless host. He struggles with the answer, practically making himself sick in saying it for what a heavy blow to his pride it is. ]
that's true....... it's fine it's fine we'll make it happen
A shudder runs its way down his spine as he feels Komaeda's breath in his ear once more, and the action pulls a gasp out of him. His breaths come out quick and shallow now, heart racing in his chest, and he does start to squirm a little as his earlobe is nipped at. That had always been a sensitive area for him, and he's quickly realizing just how skilled Komaeda is at finding just the right spots and hitting just the right notes. ]
K-Komaeda-kun...
[ Hiyori murmurs his name, whimpering as his waistband is played with. His knees feel as though they might start buckling at any moment, and he chooses to blame that on the ever mounting exhaustion that he feels. It's barely anything at all, and it's already too much, and he doesn't want this to stop here. That warning he had felt is melting away with all other coherent thought, and it takes him a moment to respond. ]
Mmph... [ Had he said want? He had meant need, but there was no taking it back now, and he can't very well refuse. ] If you insist, then... Then I suppose I'll leave it to you... Please excuse me, Komaeda-kun...
[ For being such a poor, shameless host. He struggles with the answer, practically making himself sick in saying it for what a heavy blow to his pride it is. ]