[ The beeps of the monitor promise that every little move is a success, causing his heartrate to increase and his breaths come out quicker now. If he had a better range of movement, Hiyori might be able to guide him along, but as it is there's only increasing pleasure and pain and frustration as Komaeda toys with his body. His head leans back when his thigh is rubbed, and there's a cry of pain as that warm tongue teases his staple. The area is sensitive, and without an influx of drugs to numb it the pain of that small touch is enough for tears to form in the corners of his eyes.
It's love, and sometimes love is pain, and yet Hiyori goes so far to avoid this pain. He trembles and fingers twitch, but it has the intended effect as that burst of pain from having his staple agitated and his legs spread apart only serves to make the kisses feel all the sweeter. His hot breath, the audible kisses, the cool feeling of open air hitting the saliva left on his thigh all send tremors throughout his body. ]
Ah... K-Komaeda-kun... ♡
[ His name comes out a little gasp. His body is warm, his face flushed, and if only he weren't so heavily drugged and lacking mobility he might take him and flip him around so he could capture those soft lips once more and run his fingers down his skin. He might feel those fingernails claw down his back as he poured every last bit of his affection into him. It's love, it's true love, and if only he could show him how much further wants to go. ]
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It's love, and sometimes love is pain, and yet Hiyori goes so far to avoid this pain. He trembles and fingers twitch, but it has the intended effect as that burst of pain from having his staple agitated and his legs spread apart only serves to make the kisses feel all the sweeter. His hot breath, the audible kisses, the cool feeling of open air hitting the saliva left on his thigh all send tremors throughout his body. ]
Ah... K-Komaeda-kun... ♡
[ His name comes out a little gasp. His body is warm, his face flushed, and if only he weren't so heavily drugged and lacking mobility he might take him and flip him around so he could capture those soft lips once more and run his fingers down his skin. He might feel those fingernails claw down his back as he poured every last bit of his affection into him. It's love, it's true love, and if only he could show him how much further wants to go. ]