[ The way every action causes him pain isn't missed. Hiyori watches his back as he searches for an item that's not there, and he wonders if he should stop him. It would be bad if he reopened the wound. His hand does reach out though, taking a lock of hair and holding it for a moment before letting it slip through his fingers. He has no where that he can put it that isn't sore and sensitive, and so he lets his arm drop down to his side.
He thinks that might be the end of it, and it's easy for him to start dozing off during the short lull before he snaps back to awareness as he finds Komaeda hovering above him. It's not until there's a kiss pressed against his neck that he catches the implication, and he draws in a breath before swallowing. Cool lips press against his skin, and they could... It would be a poor idea, with both of them being drugged and injured, but they could. ]
[ STOP he's crippled and on opioids he's just helpless rn.
He does feel it, but it's like touching a numbed area. He feels it, but it's not as potent as it might have normally been. He leans his head back as Komaeda nibbles on it, though, and licking the area thereafter proves more lucrative. There's a soft gasp, followed by a shiver as he moves up to his ear. Warm breath in his ear, that soft voice, and it's like being given an electric shock. ]
We're b--mmph...
[ He loses his train of thought as those kisses continue. His lips are cool, just like the rest of him, and it compliments the warmth of his breath well. Hiyori's hand slides up his arm around to his back. His breath is growing more shallow. Where was he? ]
... Injured...
[ He's missing most of a word there, but at least he kept the sentence. This isn't the best idea for either of them right now. ]
[ "i'm not even attracted to you" just like makes it worse
Love can be hurting the one you love, and love can protecting the one you love from harm, and it so happens to be the latter here. A person suffering for his sake loses its charm when that person is so eager to do so for anyone and everyone. It's no different than a person who sleeps with anyone. It doesn't bother him, but there's nothing beautiful or charming about it, it's dull and gray and as uninteresting as those who are so deathly afraid o pain or intimacy that they should never indulge in it. Those people need to be remade, broken down and built up into something that glimmers and shines.
The painkillers are numbing, and he can't indulge in it like he might if he weren't in this state, but that doesn't mean he it hadn't felt nice. Hiyori sighs and reaches his hand out, the back of his fingers brushing against his back. ]
Don't be like that. You're worse than Mii-chan.
[ Always so sensitive, always sulking. His mind must be gone to be so direct. It's like opening up a time capsule and finding a letter from the past, just a little bit of the Sou Hiyori that had been shown to others before he perfected every piece of himself. A teenager with a natural charisma and leadership skills, graceful and refined and who loved all around him, but a teenager nonetheless - one who had easy moments with friends, one who teased him and gave nicknames to see how they reacted, and so much more.
In those days there was the Sou Hiyori who was the ideal student, and then there was the one who existed around his friends - just two simple masks, ah, but he has so many more now. ]
They're going to put you in a different room if you hurt yourself, and then I won't even have my cute husband here... You'll be released long before I am as it is...
[ Komaeda will be released, and he'll be left alone once more until he can convince them to let him leave. Perhaps if he volunteers Namida to do at home care. He won't accept a caregiver or anything similar, as the world is full of incompetent people who call themselves "talented" and he wants his body touched by none of them, but himself and Namida are among the few truly worthy of being called such. ]
[ The beeping of the heart monitor, which had grown more rapid for a brief period, returns to its former steady pace. The sound is as grating as before, but their conversation had been a nice distraction. He frowns a little at the mention of therapy before the vapid smile returns to his face.
ASUNARO was capable of miraculous things. So long as he remains here, Hiyori be given access to experimental surgeries and treatments - ones which had already been tested on lesser patients and found to be safe enough - that will allow him to recover faster than any normal patient might. But even with that, it will be weeks and perhaps even months before he's released and even longer before he makes a full recovery.
How cruel, to complain about his talent growing dull only to ensure that he'll have no means to utilize it. He wouldn't be allowed to go back until he could perform at his best. ]
I'll recover quickly, and when I get out I can propose to you properly. You'll have to tell me your ring size.
[ He reaches his hand out to take Komaeda's own. It takes him a moment of groping about to find it in the dark, but once he finds purchase he'll bring it up until he can brush his lips against the back of those thin fingers. ]
Are you tired? Ah, then I won't trouble you any further...
[ There are things that he could say, questions that he could ask, but he settles for guiding Komaeda's hand down onto the bed between them. He'll continue to grip it with his own, but it's a feeble grip when compared to how tightly he normally hangs on - as though he won't let Komaeda escape no matter what - and it will be easy enough to pull away from if he so chooses. ]
[ me too just kill him already... Those thin, cool fingers brush against his lips, and a tremor runs down his spine in turn. He's certain that it won't be an issue, he may share a bed with his husband, but he doesn't mind laying int he dark like this. His eyes are beginning to adjust enough to see his outline, and what he can't see he can hear and feel - a soft hand in his own, a face that's so close that their noses are touching,the slight crinkle of the bed and shuffling of sheets accompanied that precede a quiet voice that's music to his ears. ]
Mmn... I won't let it come to that...
[ He seems confident in this, but then he seems confident in everything. He slowly moves his head back and forth so that their noses brush up against one another. ]
What is it, Komaeda-kun?
[ Whil he waits for Komaeda's action, he ponders wonders what would be a cute nickname for him... Kochan? Nagi-kun? ]
If you take a single strawberry, it'll only make you hungrier... It's best to pass it by, but you... might see if there's a house nearby in the field.
[ If one could find a house, they might find people. If those people wouldn't give you food, they might at least offer up a glass of water. Humans can survive a surprisingly long time without food, some fasting for weeks at a time, but water is essential to preserving throughout that time.
The needle starts to slide out with that little tug, and as drugged as he is Hiyori barely notices. It takes just one or two more to remove it completely, and his fingers twitch as the sensation hits him, but there's little more than that. The thought of being cut off from the drugs that are numbing him doesn't occur to him at all. His mind remains on the field presented to him for just a moment before moving onto something else. ]
[ Regardless of whether or not he's hear this particular question, it's likely enough that he's heard similar, but unfortunately the nature of it doesn't quite register as it normally might. In fact, it reminds him more of how people will pluck off a few grapes in the grocery store or indulge in other grazing habits. His head starts to turn as he feels the needle slide out, but he's quickly drawn back by the temptation being set in front of him. ]
No, no... I'd like to think that I have more sense than that.
[ Manners, amongst other things. Hiyori is many things, and he indulges as he wishes, but mindlessly plucking fruit off a vine in someone's field due to a little inconvenience is beneath him. ]
[ A shiver runs down his spine as those fingers brush against his warm skin, and it takes him a little longer to answer the question this time. He has to think about it. If they were wild berries, then it would be disgusting but relatively harmless. But it seems unlikely that one would simply pass by a wild patch of strawberries and need to question whether or not they should take them - after all, people do so all the time. So then, it's just a matter of whether or not he wants to pluck a few grapes from the bag as he goes along the store.
That easy smile remains on his face. ]
Then I'll have to endure until I reach my destination. Taking simply because you're not afraid of being caught is a child's way of thinking.
[ Hiyori takes. He takes and takes and takes, but it's never out of some sense of secrecy or of it not mattering. He does so because he can, because he's earned the right to do so. But he does take notice of the needle that had been removed now, and he pinches the connector between his fingers.
You shouldn't take another person's things. You wouldn't rip a doll out of a child's hand, right? You shouldn't pick it up because they went to grab another from the toybox either.
[ He earns everything he takes for himself. It's love that's freely given, it's relationships and status carefully crafted by his own hands, and it's possessions gifted and bought by him. They're all his. But he would never rip out a toy from a child's hand or pluck strawberries from the vine when he could hold gentle conversations and watch as they convinced themselves to offer that and more up to him.
There's nothing stopping him, just as there's nothing to stop Komaeda as he takes the connector and throws it behind him. It's gone from the bed, hanging loosely down from the IV, and he has no means of reaching it when his body won't move. It's unfortunate that his thoughts fail to warn him of the excruciating pain that awaits him in a few hours time as all the aches and pains of a mutilated torso, a stabbed chest and thighs, and a skinned and cut and dug into arm assault him all once. But at least he thinks to question it. ]
What are you doing, Komaeda-kun?
[ He doesn't sound concerned in the least, although perhaps a bit curious, and his thoughts move back to their field. He'll have to walk away from it. Where is his destination? It can be anywhere, but he'll know it when he sees it. It will be a beloved place that will attend to his needs, and perhaps he'll find an equally beloved person there. ]
[ Drugs that numb the mind and body alike, that steal away the need for anything at all. There's no need for pain nor pleasure, nor lasting happiness nor sadness, just an idle bliss. It's a close as a person can come to heaven. But it fades quickly, as all things do, and with it gone the effects will taper off bit by bit, and the slight sensation in his extremities begins to return first.
It's just a little bit, just enough that there's not the numbness of a limb that's fallen asleep that he wasn't able to notice before. But he notices it now as he cups Komaeda's cheek, letting it linger for just a moment before he leans in to kiss him. Once, twice, and that's enough to remember how much he loves him. How much he care this cute, broken creature that no one else in the entire world could possibly love. ]
[ He does, one that's been growing out over the few months. It seems he'd been given a trim at some point (he doesn't remember it,) but without proper maintenance it's lost the odd cut. The lower half has begun to look rather shaggy and uneven as a result. Even so, with a bit more time and another trim it might be put into a cute ponytail. It's something to be enjoyed in the time before he regains his sense and returns to that ugly hairstyle.
Gentle kisses that turn into something more, though he barely feels it when his lip is bit down on. He takes in slow breaths as Komaeda starts to trail kisses down his face in a familiar pattern, and he must be able to feel the bite on his neck because it draws a moan from him. His hand had since moved to the back of his head trailing , but it slips away as Komaeda moves down. He blinks slowly as he watches the younger ultimate move down, wondering how far he'll go, wondering what will get in the way... Their conditions, he supposes.
Hiyori's abdomen is a sight to see - hidden behind stitches, staples and bandages meant to keep his fragile and damaged organs held inside. It's more sensitive than the rest of him from having taken the brunt of the damage, and he jerks when Komaeda starts to pain attention to the area and brings with him the first hint of pain since arriving, and a little whimper follows it, but his present state doesn't allow for much movement. His stomach rises and falls with each shallow breath that he takes, and the beeping of the heart monitor is growing a little quicker as his heartbeat picks up. ]
[ 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. ]
[ Was that too rough? Komaeda is delicate, and so he has to treat him with care, otherwise he'll be mistaken for a person who would do harm to those he loves. Love can seem cruel at those times when it's controlling and isolating, but everything is done for the sake of building up the kind of love that they all dream of. He inhales sharply as the other bites down on him, and it hurts to be moved like this, and it makes him all the more aware of the pleasant sensation of cool fingers wrapping around his dick.
He moves his hand up, letting it rest on his head for just a moment. He runs it through his hair, but pulls it back once he starts to whimper and his fingers start to curl. The quick beeps that come from the heartrate monitor pierce his ears, but it seems as though the blood has rushed to his head and he can't hear anything other than his name rolling off of Komaeda's tongue. It's a lovely, intoxicating sound, almost as much as the heat that radiates off of him.
They shouldn't be in this position. Hiyori shouldn't allow this to continue, not in this place and at this time when it could easily end poorly for both of them, but it's too late for that. There's a low moan as Komaeda's tongue now moves along his scrotum, his back arching in response to the combination of that and his tightened grip, and his body trembles in anticipation and delight. ]
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He thinks that might be the end of it, and it's easy for him to start dozing off during the short lull before he snaps back to awareness as he finds Komaeda hovering above him. It's not until there's a kiss pressed against his neck that he catches the implication, and he draws in a breath before swallowing. Cool lips press against his skin, and they could... It would be a poor idea, with both of them being drugged and injured, but they could. ]
Ah... That might be difficult.
[ He's stuck. ]
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He does feel it, but it's like touching a numbed area. He feels it, but it's not as potent as it might have normally been. He leans his head back as Komaeda nibbles on it, though, and licking the area thereafter proves more lucrative. There's a soft gasp, followed by a shiver as he moves up to his ear. Warm breath in his ear, that soft voice, and it's like being given an electric shock. ]
We're b--mmph...
[ He loses his train of thought as those kisses continue. His lips are cool, just like the rest of him, and it compliments the warmth of his breath well. Hiyori's hand slides up his arm around to his back. His breath is growing more shallow. Where was he? ]
... Injured...
[ He's missing most of a word there, but at least he kept the sentence. This isn't the best idea for either of them right now. ]
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Love can be hurting the one you love, and love can protecting the one you love from harm, and it so happens to be the latter here. A person suffering for his sake loses its charm when that person is so eager to do so for anyone and everyone. It's no different than a person who sleeps with anyone. It doesn't bother him, but there's nothing beautiful or charming about it, it's dull and gray and as uninteresting as those who are so deathly afraid o pain or intimacy that they should never indulge in it. Those people need to be remade, broken down and built up into something that glimmers and shines.
The painkillers are numbing, and he can't indulge in it like he might if he weren't in this state, but that doesn't mean he it hadn't felt nice. Hiyori sighs and reaches his hand out, the back of his fingers brushing against his back. ]
Don't be like that. You're worse than Mii-chan.
[ Always so sensitive, always sulking. His mind must be gone to be so direct. It's like opening up a time capsule and finding a letter from the past, just a little bit of the Sou Hiyori that had been shown to others before he perfected every piece of himself. A teenager with a natural charisma and leadership skills, graceful and refined and who loved all around him, but a teenager nonetheless - one who had easy moments with friends, one who teased him and gave nicknames to see how they reacted, and so much more.
In those days there was the Sou Hiyori who was the ideal student, and then there was the one who existed around his friends - just two simple masks, ah, but he has so many more now. ]
They're going to put you in a different room if you hurt yourself, and then I won't even have my cute husband here... You'll be released long before I am as it is...
[ Komaeda will be released, and he'll be left alone once more until he can convince them to let him leave. Perhaps if he volunteers Namida to do at home care. He won't accept a caregiver or anything similar, as the world is full of incompetent people who call themselves "talented" and he wants his body touched by none of them, but himself and Namida are among the few truly worthy of being called such. ]
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ASUNARO was capable of miraculous things. So long as he remains here, Hiyori be given access to experimental surgeries and treatments - ones which had already been tested on lesser patients and found to be safe enough - that will allow him to recover faster than any normal patient might. But even with that, it will be weeks and perhaps even months before he's released and even longer before he makes a full recovery.
How cruel, to complain about his talent growing dull only to ensure that he'll have no means to utilize it. He wouldn't be allowed to go back until he could perform at his best. ]
I'll recover quickly, and when I get out I can propose to you properly. You'll have to tell me your ring size.
[ He reaches his hand out to take Komaeda's own. It takes him a moment of groping about to find it in the dark, but once he finds purchase he'll bring it up until he can brush his lips against the back of those thin fingers. ]
Are you tired? Ah, then I won't trouble you any further...
[ There are things that he could say, questions that he could ask, but he settles for guiding Komaeda's hand down onto the bed between them. He'll continue to grip it with his own, but it's a feeble grip when compared to how tightly he normally hangs on - as though he won't let Komaeda escape no matter what - and it will be easy enough to pull away from if he so chooses. ]
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Mmn... I won't let it come to that...
[ He seems confident in this, but then he seems confident in everything. He slowly moves his head back and forth so that their noses brush up against one another. ]
What is it, Komaeda-kun?
[ Whil he waits for Komaeda's action, he ponders wonders what would be a cute nickname for him... Kochan? Nagi-kun? ]
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[ If one could find a house, they might find people. If those people wouldn't give you food, they might at least offer up a glass of water. Humans can survive a surprisingly long time without food, some fasting for weeks at a time, but water is essential to preserving throughout that time.
The needle starts to slide out with that little tug, and as drugged as he is Hiyori barely notices. It takes just one or two more to remove it completely, and his fingers twitch as the sensation hits him, but there's little more than that. The thought of being cut off from the drugs that are numbing him doesn't occur to him at all. His mind remains on the field presented to him for just a moment before moving onto something else. ]
I love you, Komaeda-kun... ♡
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No, no... I'd like to think that I have more sense than that.
[ Manners, amongst other things. Hiyori is many things, and he indulges as he wishes, but mindlessly plucking fruit off a vine in someone's field due to a little inconvenience is beneath him. ]
You don't believe me?
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That easy smile remains on his face. ]
Then I'll have to endure until I reach my destination. Taking simply because you're not afraid of being caught is a child's way of thinking.
[ Hiyori takes. He takes and takes and takes, but it's never out of some sense of secrecy or of it not mattering. He does so because he can, because he's earned the right to do so. But he does take notice of the needle that had been removed now, and he pinches the connector between his fingers.
...? ]
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[ He earns everything he takes for himself. It's love that's freely given, it's relationships and status carefully crafted by his own hands, and it's possessions gifted and bought by him. They're all his. But he would never rip out a toy from a child's hand or pluck strawberries from the vine when he could hold gentle conversations and watch as they convinced themselves to offer that and more up to him.
There's nothing stopping him, just as there's nothing to stop Komaeda as he takes the connector and throws it behind him. It's gone from the bed, hanging loosely down from the IV, and he has no means of reaching it when his body won't move. It's unfortunate that his thoughts fail to warn him of the excruciating pain that awaits him in a few hours time as all the aches and pains of a mutilated torso, a stabbed chest and thighs, and a skinned and cut and dug into arm assault him all once. But at least he thinks to question it. ]
What are you doing, Komaeda-kun?
[ He doesn't sound concerned in the least, although perhaps a bit curious, and his thoughts move back to their field. He'll have to walk away from it. Where is his destination? It can be anywhere, but he'll know it when he sees it. It will be a beloved place that will attend to his needs, and perhaps he'll find an equally beloved person there. ]
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[ Drugs that numb the mind and body alike, that steal away the need for anything at all. There's no need for pain nor pleasure, nor lasting happiness nor sadness, just an idle bliss. It's a close as a person can come to heaven. But it fades quickly, as all things do, and with it gone the effects will taper off bit by bit, and the slight sensation in his extremities begins to return first.
It's just a little bit, just enough that there's not the numbness of a limb that's fallen asleep that he wasn't able to notice before. But he notices it now as he cups Komaeda's cheek, letting it linger for just a moment before he leans in to kiss him. Once, twice, and that's enough to remember how much he loves him. How much he care this cute, broken creature that no one else in the entire world could possibly love. ]
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Gentle kisses that turn into something more, though he barely feels it when his lip is bit down on. He takes in slow breaths as Komaeda starts to trail kisses down his face in a familiar pattern, and he must be able to feel the bite on his neck because it draws a moan from him. His hand had since moved to the back of his head trailing , but it slips away as Komaeda moves down. He blinks slowly as he watches the younger ultimate move down, wondering how far he'll go, wondering what will get in the way... Their conditions, he supposes.
Hiyori's abdomen is a sight to see - hidden behind stitches, staples and bandages meant to keep his fragile and damaged organs held inside. It's more sensitive than the rest of him from having taken the brunt of the damage, and he jerks when Komaeda starts to pain attention to the area and brings with him the first hint of pain since arriving, and a little whimper follows it, but his present state doesn't allow for much movement. His stomach rises and falls with each shallow breath that he takes, and the beeping of the heart monitor is growing a little quicker as his heartbeat picks up. ]
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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. ]
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He moves his hand up, letting it rest on his head for just a moment. He runs it through his hair, but pulls it back once he starts to whimper and his fingers start to curl. The quick beeps that come from the heartrate monitor pierce his ears, but it seems as though the blood has rushed to his head and he can't hear anything other than his name rolling off of Komaeda's tongue. It's a lovely, intoxicating sound, almost as much as the heat that radiates off of him.
They shouldn't be in this position. Hiyori shouldn't allow this to continue, not in this place and at this time when it could easily end poorly for both of them, but it's too late for that. There's a low moan as Komaeda's tongue now moves along his scrotum, his back arching in response to the combination of that and his tightened grip, and his body trembles in anticipation and delight. ]
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three days later i realize that i didn't post this the first time i wrote it
STOP THIS IS WHY I'M SICK OF IT
ur right, this is his life now. i think they both desereve this
NOT THEIR PORN ERA it kind of is, we should record them
u mean komaeda's blackmail material
NOT HIS SPERM SWIPING... see the blackmail material is to ensure he'll be a good father
STOP IT'S WHAT HE DESERVES i'm ending this
STOP I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE i'm happy for both of them, the start of their family
HIS FIRST AND LAST NUT 753 TAGS LATER
STOP HE DIDN'T EVEN LET KOMAEDA CUM INSIDE, HE DOESN'T DESERVE IT
I KNOW, SO I'M GOING TO RUIN IT FOR HIM!!
I HATE THAT ABOUT HIM, HE'S SICK IN THE HEAD
CLOSES MY EYES SO I DO NOT SEE IT
I OPENED THEM AND IMMEDIATELY REGRETTED IT
I FEEL LIKE I NEED AN EXORCISM RN
I GOTTA RID MYSELF OF THIS EVIL ONCE AND FOR ALL
NOT UR BOO... OK YEAH HE'S MY HUSBAND I GUESS I'M STUCK WITH HIM
HE REALLY IS IT'S PRETTY CUTE OF HIM NGL
my definition of cute is objectively correct
ok i can't even deny that, insanity is everything that i know and love