[ 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. ]
[ There's another moan as Komaeda's tongue and hand work in tandem, louder this time. There's some part of his mind that's still functional enough to know that making as much noise as he is will draw attention before too long, but that seems as though it should be another person's problem, and so he takes in quick breaths and letting his hand drop down to the side beneath him. Each time his tongue slides across his dick and each nibble draws out another sound, and moisture beads at the top.
It's unfair to toy with him like this at such a time when he can do absolutely nothing about it. But then, how long has he waited for this? Too long, too long, and even longer since he's been with anyone, and so he savors every second - the feeling of him, the sight of his spouse tucked between his legs with a flushed face... Practicing for their honeymoon.
There's another shudder along with a hiss when he feels the pressure on his torso. Over the seconds and minutes that have ticked by his senses have grown just sharp enough to remind him both of the stimulation occurring now and of the damage that had been done before. It's unpleasant to have it touched, and he presses his back against the bed a little more in an effort to push away from that touch as the other fingers his bandages. ]
r[ stop he's only on vitamin and saline ivs, that's his diet now
Hiyori is pretty, his body shaped by perfect genetics and kept in prim and proper shape through treatments and exercise and a careful routine. It's no different than his mind, kept sharp through endless learning, discussion and practice. But both are marred now, his body covered in bandages that hide sewn together injuries and his mental capacity broken down by drugs. He can't move well, and what movement he can afford is punished by aches and pains, and his mind focused only on the intoxicating pleasure afforded to him.
But his face is as lovely as ever, undamaged as his thin hands which have begun to lose their callouses. Those hazy blue-green eyes watch down on him until his head sinks back into the pillow as the younger ultimate works us way up with his tongue, and by time he's added his his finger into the mix his back is arching. The way that warm breath sends shivers down his spine, the pleasure shock that Komaeda's saliva being blended together brings, the sight and sounds of his cute husband working on him, not quite hidden by his own heavy breathing and low moans... Ah, who would ever want that to stop? ]
Komaeda-kun... ♡
[ He sucks in a gasping breath as the bandages are peeled at to expose torn skin. The feeling of the air alone is enough to make him squirm, fingers gripping and twisting the sheets beside him. It hurts. It stings as fingers brush along that sensitive area, as bandages are removed and cool air assaults it, and hit's difficult to coalesce with the soft touches and careful attention. He writhes beneath those curious fingers. He hates pain, and he hates lacking control, and maybe there is some rational part of his brain warning him that he has to but - ]
Mmn, n-no... Don't stop... Komaeda-kun... ♡
[ His name is soft and breathy. He wants one and not the other, candy and sweets without the bitter and unpleasant tastes, and what's so wrong with that? ]
[ It's a small miracle that no hospital staff members have entered the room yet for all the noise being made, for the rapid beeping of the monitor that assures anyone who hears it that there's some issue with the patient. The injuries he sustained put him in a delicate position, and it would be easy for his condition to spiral downward. With a cocktail of strong drugs that eat away at the mind, pain that blacks out all else, and pleasure that he hasn't felt in months are enough, it's equally astounding that he can still pretend to be capable of forming thoughts at all.
He reaches a hand out to place it on the other's head now, and Komaeda will be able to feel the little twitches of his fingers are the way they start to curl as he strokes his hair. What would he like him to do? The sight of his precum mixed with saliva on his tongue is delightful, but then everything he does is wonderful. That cool hand squeezing out more fluids and his warm tongue licking it off, the kisses and nibbles and warm breath that sends tremors down his spine. That, too, isn't the best thin for an injured patient.
He thinks he'd like Komaeda to keep going. He'd like him to suck him off and gag on his dick and swallow his cum, but he'd never ask that of such a precious person. His efforts to even speak of of a piece of it are cut short by a sharp cry as he feels the sting of something sharp and painful in his abdomen, and a red stain begins to appear on one of the bandages. He must have torn something. It's not at all surprising that he'd wind up tearing a stitch - nothing that couldn't be so easily fixed or do much damage, but more than enough to hurt.
[ His hand jerks in an instinctive attempt to pull his hand back each kiss, gentle and loving as they are, sends a jolt of pain through him. His abdomen sustained too much damage for it to be masked completely on a lower dosage of drugs. He whimpers, eyes squeezing shut. His nerves send him mixed messages, the exquisite feeling of his hand moving up and down drowned out by shots of pain as lips and fingers brush against the sensitive skin that holds in damaged tissue.
He's fortunate. It's a small tear, no worse than a cut, and one that could easily be fixed if not made any worse. He's more fortunate yet that his writing doesn't further agitate it. Hiyori knows pain. He's tolerated it time and time again, and so he can tolerate it well enough, but he hates it. He hates this. He hates the agonizing feeling of bandages being lifted and the agitation that just having open air begin to touch the wound brings.
He reaches out, hand groping around to find the railing on the bed, and he does manage to start to pull himself more to one side, but it succeeds in little more than agitating things further as Komaeda follows him along and continues to pull at it. It comes off easily, pulling at his skin and drawing out the same whimpers that the kisses had. ]
K-Komaeda-kun -
[ He wants to tell him to stop now, but as with before he's unable to even get very far with that weak and pained voice of it, as the whimpers and moans turn into a choked attempt at a scream as he feels the burning sensation of Komaeda exchanging blood for saliva as he laps at the open wound.
[ His grip tightens until his knuckles turn white before he finally releases the railing in favor of lifting his trembling hand to Komaeda's face. He's agitating things further by twitching and moving, and there's a dull ache that follows him stopping, and Hiyori doesn't think it should be this painful. But maybe it's just a fluke, as the drugs in his system continue to protect him from the worst of the pain.
His hand rests on Komaeda's cheek before trailing through his hair, a soft kiss shared between them and loving words that act as a salve for the worst of his fears. Hiyori stares up at him with teary eyes. It's a vacant look, a little quizzical and a little anxious, but it mixes with affection and desire as he fills in the gaps. It's a look befitting for a man who was ever too willing to take advantage of the illnesses of others.
He's stopped moving though, rubbing his thumb on Komaeda's cheek. They should stop, but that though has already come and gone, and at the forefront of his mind now is that they can continue. He had been enjoying it, hadn't he? ]
If I... [ He murmurs, working through the instructions, ] ... A- alright... We can keep going...
[ Though his range of movement is limited enough to pose a problem and he might not get very far, but the effort is at least there. ]
[ It stings when his legs are moved. The physical pain is better than it could be. The area is less irritated, and it's superseded by the ache in his stomach, and so he can get by with just sucking in his breath and biting down on his lip. But there's a pang of humiliation upon being reminded that even this simple task is out of his reach. It's quickly replaced by question of why his body is hurting, and then the sensation of Komaeda's finger trailing across his lip and into his mouth.
He's slow to respond, but fingers pressing down on his tongue is enough to prompt him. His tongue presses against his fingers as Hiyori begins to suck on them, teeth softly scraping against them as he does so. He can't taste very well right now, but he thinks it would be a combination of his own fluids mixed with Komaeda's saliva given his previous activity. It's that though which gives him pause as he tries to work through it properly. ]
[ please tell him how awful the rattail looks when he's not drugged up so he doesn't cut it that way again
He has nothing and everything. Hiyori is a shining star off ASUNARO, and at one time he shined for Hope's Peak as well. Even now, he is remembered by them, beloved by them whom put so much on his shoulders only for him to shatter every illusion. Erased and forgotten, but forever remembered for all he had done and for all that he can do. Reduced to this pitiful state, too drugged to think but too little to avoid pain, but immortality awaits him.
He reaches his hand out to let his fingertips brush against the back of Komaeda's wrist, nails delicately sliding up his wrist and inner arm, all the way up until its tracing his collarbone and sliding along that frail neck until his index and middle finger rest on his lips. He takes his hand back, pressing the fingers against his own as though taking a kiss from him. His lips are cool and soft, and he might never tired of them. ]
I want a kiss from Komaeda-kun... ♡
[ Is that going to be painful? It seems like everything done is painful, including these small movements, although he doesn't think it's supposed to be. ]
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three days later i realize that i didn't post this the first time i wrote it
[ That look is familiar to Hiyori, who has been idolized since his childhood. He carries the pressure of perfection perfection. He has lost his title, but his status as one of ASUNARO's top officials ensures that he is more renowned than the majority of them. A man who excels in medicine and technology will always be more use than a sports or music player. It's easy to say that they were mistaken, that he never had the hope that others speak of, but that might not be quite right. It's there on the tip of his memory, some shift that occurred, floating close to the surface without ever breaching.
Hiyori finds himself salivating as he watches, swallowing thickly and wiping his mouth. He's not drooling, but he does fine there's a bit of leftover saliva from Komaeda's fingers slipping in and out. If his body were mobile, he think it might be nice to shower him with kisses and licks and bites. He'd fill him up with more love than anyone else could ever could, but he has to settle for mutual masturbation, sliding his hand up and down his dick in a few quick pumps. Short lived given his inability to handle sudden movements.
There's a sound as he feels the first finger slip inside of him, then another, drowned out by the sound of the heart rate monitor. It had started to ease, but the beeps increase in rapidity once more. He tenses just briefly before relaxing.The kiss is eagerly returned. Hiyori loves kisses of all kinds - soft ones, passionate ones, little pecks and ones that are kept until a person needs to breathe. It's eating a person up, drinking them up, take a piece of their essence, loving them He does that now, parting his lips slightly to deepen the kiss, nipping at his bottom lip, bringing his hand up to his face to keep him near.
Hiyori loves broken things. He loves those people whom no one else will. He fixes them because no one else can. That's why he can love Komaeda so dearly, why he wants to keep him like this always, because he's more broken than anyone else in this world. He loves Komaeda, and he wishes only that he could draw every bit of love out of the him and keep it for himself. If he could keep him here just like this, held by his quivering touch and kisses, maybe he would be able to. ]
[ Kisses that trail from his lips to his cheek, slipping away from his fingers as he works down his jaw and neck. It's comforting in its repetition, a mix of cool touches and warm saliva that excites him each and every time. He draws in one shallow breath after another until the sting of teeth sinking into this neck and fingers thrusting inside of him breaks his rhythm. He takes in a sharp inward breath, his body jerking a little in response. His neck is red with imprints left behind, and the first bubbles of blood are rising to the surface and trail down, and his aches flare up once more. But Komaeda excels alternating between the two, and so the gasp is followed by moan as the pain dies down to a dull ache, momentarily overtaken by the stimulation his fingers offer.
The sounds that can be heard above the monitor are for Komaeda's ears only, the affection in that hazy gaze and flushed face are for his eyes only, each little twitch and touch and feeling are only for him - the single person that Hiyori has decided to be worthy of these feelings. He has love for every single person he meets, those he hurts and those that he helps, but this is something even more than that. It's something more passionate than hope and deeper than despair, an indescribable love that only he can understand that belongs only to him and that he'll only share with one other. ]
I... Hah... [ He takes in a few more breaths, trying to steady his breathing, ] I love you too, Komaeda-kun... ♡
[ Little nips on and bites on his neck that make him shiver, one more shared kiss that leaves him wanting another, and Hiyori's fingertips come up to touch the others collarbone, careful to avoid the area of his injury. How lucky he is to be the recipient of his emotion that he gives to no other - not the bland and boring, nor those projects that he finds satisfaction in completing.
The third finger slips in, and his fingers grip and twists a fistful of the fabric of the younger Ultimate's gown in response to the third finger sliding in. The feeling of his fingers pressing inside is ecstasy, and more precum beads at the top of his dick. There is a little wince as he agitates an injury, and it probably isn't the best idea to be messing around such a sensitive area when one stitch has already torn, but that warning is distant and easily ignored. ]
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ur right, this is his life now. i think they both desereve this
[ Hiyori is perfect in every way. He's crafted his life in such a way that none would ever see him in a pitiful state such as this, lacking proper control of his faculties. He doesn't show weakness, and he doesn't show imperfections, and at those moments which he does he finds ways to smooth it over and make the person feel so special for having had seen it. It's never really about him in the end, but the other person. How much he can push them, how far they'll go for him, how the results pan out. It's never about him, because he's too guarded to allow it to be.
Komaeda is the first and likely the last who will be allowed to see him in such an undignified state, the only one to see his greatest fears come together in such a way - almost entirely immobile, unaware and unable to even think, and without even a scrap of control over the situation. He never wanted to be like this, he never wanted to suffer such pain, and he made such efforts as to ensure that he never would. But even his careful preparations can be overturned by just the slightest mistake, just a few extra drops of luck.
He blinds blearily at the question, the image of him licking his fingers lingering in his mind. It's broken up by the sudden burning sensation that accompanies his legs are pushed apart, preparing him for what might come next. He draws in pained gulps of air as he's yanked down, a whimper escaping. He finds that he's becoming more sensitive to these movements with the passing seconds and minutes, but he can't quite connect the dots well enough to properly recognize and understand it - it comes, and goes, and that's all he knows. ]
More than anyone else in the world... More than I've ever loved anyone...
[ His voice comes out shaky and breathy, and there's a few points in which he stammers his words. But the answer comes, and there's no part of it that isn't true. He tries to keep his eyes on Komaeda's face, and he manages to do so until he stops speaking, but they trail down to where his hands are. He can't do much other than watch and offer instructions, but the latter isn't coming to him well, and so he finds himself watching to try and discern what's being done now. ]
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NOT THEIR PORN ERA it kind of is, we should record them
[ Hiyori is a man who knows his own value. He is gifted, he is fortunate, and he has built himself up through his own efforts. He is wonderful and beloved by all. He is better than anyone, and if he's not he'll work to ensure that he surpasses them. If he can't surpass them, then he'll snuff out their existence. If that can be called love, then certainly he loves himself more than anyone else. But the love he gives to others cannot be compared to his love for himself, as they're two separate and distinct things. One is held, and one is given freely.
It's with that in mind that he returns the soft kiss given to him, that he tilts his head just a touch, reaches up to touch his cheek and smiles as his face is dotted with kisses. He slides it down his shoulder, rubbing his arm before letting it rest over the other's free hand until it's taken from him. It's at that moment that he finds his answer, one that should have been obvious from the start, ]
I love Komaeda-kun as much as I love myself.
[ That's how marriage should be. It's not about prioritizing one over the other, but rather making that person an extension of oneself. Hiyori should prioritize himself in all affairs, but the boy showering him with kisses and giving him shivers by running his hand up his side should be his other half. He's the one person that he'll love with his entire self.
It's a mistake to let things go any further than this, and some part of him warns of that. He's giving up too much here, it promises him that he'll be in for a world of hurt if he continues. It shouldn't be like this, he shouldn't be guided by another person like this. It's a very small part though, drowned out by desire, drowned out by that feeling that he'll die if they stop now, justified by the choice that's presented to him. The tip of the other's dick pushes against him, and he shudders, sucking in a deep breath. ]
K-keep going....
[ The patter of rain outside starts to mingle in with the other sounds in the room. ]
[ It's a soft kiss meant for lovers, slow and sensual, one that Hiyori finishes with a kiss to the corner of his mouth. As he stares up at the boy above him, he finds himself reviewing what he knows about him. He's too sharp, too independent, too zealous, but those aren't the worst parts of him. The zealous and the independent, the sharp and aware, they can all be guided with just kind words and a gentle touch. It's that dedication to others that's befuddling, something that can only be attributed to his peculiar religion - Hope's Peak is his alter, their students the apostles, hope in place of a god. Hiyori despises that place, but for as much of him is fake, those ideals stood out to him - such a charming view, a little world that includes all those who refuse to be a part of it, something that no other would understand.
Hiyori loves that which others can't, and so he had listened in earnest, loved those views in earnest despite their foolishness. None of it should frighten him, not when just bending an ear and sifting through history is enough to understand every piece of it, and so it's this closeness that should prompt him to move. He loves with his entire heart, he spreads himself thin, and he's meant for far greater things than being bound to a single person. This intimacy is too much for two people who could never be a lover to anyone in the traditional sense of the word.
He should be afraid of his own weakness. He should be afraid of stagnation and unfinished projects and all of those things which lead one to the grave.
The sound of rain and thunder, the increasingly rapid beeps of the monitor, white noise in the room that covers up the groan that he breathes against Komaeda's lips as the other pushes inside of him. The sound of their lips meeting and parting over and over is lost in the mix, but the way Hiyori's body shudders with delight beneath him isn't. His hand digs into the sheets, grabbing and twisting a fistful of it, back arching slightly as he tries to process every feeling hitting him. There's no fear, the drugs clouding his mind mask all of those concerns that guide his every action, but the sensation of the other pushing inside of him, filling him up.
Undeniable pleasure, and a pain that is quickly becoming overwhelming - every movement draws out gasping breaths as the injuries on his torso and chest are agitated by the movements. It's worsened by the burning sensation of fingers pressing down, nails scraping against him causing him to squeeze his eyes shut as tears form in the corner. If those kisses were enough to heal pain he might be fine, but instead it worsens with each slight movement, and an inaudible whimper escapes him now. It's not quite what he'd hoped for. ]
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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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It's unfair to toy with him like this at such a time when he can do absolutely nothing about it. But then, how long has he waited for this? Too long, too long, and even longer since he's been with anyone, and so he savors every second - the feeling of him, the sight of his spouse tucked between his legs with a flushed face... Practicing for their honeymoon.
There's another shudder along with a hiss when he feels the pressure on his torso. Over the seconds and minutes that have ticked by his senses have grown just sharp enough to remind him both of the stimulation occurring now and of the damage that had been done before. It's unpleasant to have it touched, and he presses his back against the bed a little more in an effort to push away from that touch as the other fingers his bandages. ]
Ah... D-don't... Komaeda-kun...
[ That area is sensitive. ]
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Hiyori is pretty, his body shaped by perfect genetics and kept in prim and proper shape through treatments and exercise and a careful routine. It's no different than his mind, kept sharp through endless learning, discussion and practice. But both are marred now, his body covered in bandages that hide sewn together injuries and his mental capacity broken down by drugs. He can't move well, and what movement he can afford is punished by aches and pains, and his mind focused only on the intoxicating pleasure afforded to him.
But his face is as lovely as ever, undamaged as his thin hands which have begun to lose their callouses. Those hazy blue-green eyes watch down on him until his head sinks back into the pillow as the younger ultimate works us way up with his tongue, and by time he's added his his finger into the mix his back is arching. The way that warm breath sends shivers down his spine, the pleasure shock that Komaeda's saliva being blended together brings, the sight and sounds of his cute husband working on him, not quite hidden by his own heavy breathing and low moans... Ah, who would ever want that to stop? ]
Komaeda-kun... ♡
[ He sucks in a gasping breath as the bandages are peeled at to expose torn skin. The feeling of the air alone is enough to make him squirm, fingers gripping and twisting the sheets beside him. It hurts. It stings as fingers brush along that sensitive area, as bandages are removed and cool air assaults it, and hit's difficult to coalesce with the soft touches and careful attention. He writhes beneath those curious fingers. He hates pain, and he hates lacking control, and maybe there is some rational part of his brain warning him that he has to but - ]
Mmn, n-no... Don't stop... Komaeda-kun... ♡
[ His name is soft and breathy. He wants one and not the other, candy and sweets without the bitter and unpleasant tastes, and what's so wrong with that? ]
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He reaches a hand out to place it on the other's head now, and Komaeda will be able to feel the little twitches of his fingers are the way they start to curl as he strokes his hair. What would he like him to do? The sight of his precum mixed with saliva on his tongue is delightful, but then everything he does is wonderful. That cool hand squeezing out more fluids and his warm tongue licking it off, the kisses and nibbles and warm breath that sends tremors down his spine. That, too, isn't the best thin for an injured patient.
He thinks he'd like Komaeda to keep going. He'd like him to suck him off and gag on his dick and swallow his cum, but he'd never ask that of such a precious person. His efforts to even speak of of a piece of it are cut short by a sharp cry as he feels the sting of something sharp and painful in his abdomen, and a red stain begins to appear on one of the bandages. He must have torn something. It's not at all surprising that he'd wind up tearing a stitch - nothing that couldn't be so easily fixed or do much damage, but more than enough to hurt.
Maybe they should stop. ]
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He's fortunate. It's a small tear, no worse than a cut, and one that could easily be fixed if not made any worse. He's more fortunate yet that his writing doesn't further agitate it. Hiyori knows pain. He's tolerated it time and time again, and so he can tolerate it well enough, but he hates it. He hates this. He hates the agonizing feeling of bandages being lifted and the agitation that just having open air begin to touch the wound brings.
He reaches out, hand groping around to find the railing on the bed, and he does manage to start to pull himself more to one side, but it succeeds in little more than agitating things further as Komaeda follows him along and continues to pull at it. It comes off easily, pulling at his skin and drawing out the same whimpers that the kisses had. ]
K-Komaeda-kun -
[ He wants to tell him to stop now, but as with before he's unable to even get very far with that weak and pained voice of it, as the whimpers and moans turn into a choked attempt at a scream as he feels the burning sensation of Komaeda exchanging blood for saliva as he laps at the open wound.
This isn't what he wanted. ]
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His hand rests on Komaeda's cheek before trailing through his hair, a soft kiss shared between them and loving words that act as a salve for the worst of his fears. Hiyori stares up at him with teary eyes. It's a vacant look, a little quizzical and a little anxious, but it mixes with affection and desire as he fills in the gaps. It's a look befitting for a man who was ever too willing to take advantage of the illnesses of others.
He's stopped moving though, rubbing his thumb on Komaeda's cheek. They should stop, but that though has already come and gone, and at the forefront of his mind now is that they can continue. He had been enjoying it, hadn't he? ]
If I... [ He murmurs, working through the instructions, ] ... A- alright... We can keep going...
[ Though his range of movement is limited enough to pose a problem and he might not get very far, but the effort is at least there. ]
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He's slow to respond, but fingers pressing down on his tongue is enough to prompt him. His tongue presses against his fingers as Hiyori begins to suck on them, teeth softly scraping against them as he does so. He can't taste very well right now, but he thinks it would be a combination of his own fluids mixed with Komaeda's saliva given his previous activity. It's that though which gives him pause as he tries to work through it properly. ]
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He has nothing and everything. Hiyori is a shining star off ASUNARO, and at one time he shined for Hope's Peak as well. Even now, he is remembered by them, beloved by them whom put so much on his shoulders only for him to shatter every illusion. Erased and forgotten, but forever remembered for all he had done and for all that he can do. Reduced to this pitiful state, too drugged to think but too little to avoid pain, but immortality awaits him.
He reaches his hand out to let his fingertips brush against the back of Komaeda's wrist, nails delicately sliding up his wrist and inner arm, all the way up until its tracing his collarbone and sliding along that frail neck until his index and middle finger rest on his lips. He takes his hand back, pressing the fingers against his own as though taking a kiss from him. His lips are cool and soft, and he might never tired of them. ]
I want a kiss from Komaeda-kun... ♡
[ Is that going to be painful? It seems like everything done is painful, including these small movements, although he doesn't think it's supposed to be. ]
three days later i realize that i didn't post this the first time i wrote it
Hiyori finds himself salivating as he watches, swallowing thickly and wiping his mouth. He's not drooling, but he does fine there's a bit of leftover saliva from Komaeda's fingers slipping in and out. If his body were mobile, he think it might be nice to shower him with kisses and licks and bites. He'd fill him up with more love than anyone else could ever could, but he has to settle for mutual masturbation, sliding his hand up and down his dick in a few quick pumps. Short lived given his inability to handle sudden movements.
There's a sound as he feels the first finger slip inside of him, then another, drowned out by the sound of the heart rate monitor. It had started to ease, but the beeps increase in rapidity once more. He tenses just briefly before relaxing.The kiss is eagerly returned. Hiyori loves kisses of all kinds - soft ones, passionate ones, little pecks and ones that are kept until a person needs to breathe. It's eating a person up, drinking them up, take a piece of their essence, loving them He does that now, parting his lips slightly to deepen the kiss, nipping at his bottom lip, bringing his hand up to his face to keep him near.
Hiyori loves broken things. He loves those people whom no one else will. He fixes them because no one else can. That's why he can love Komaeda so dearly, why he wants to keep him like this always, because he's more broken than anyone else in this world. He loves Komaeda, and he wishes only that he could draw every bit of love out of the him and keep it for himself. If he could keep him here just like this, held by his quivering touch and kisses, maybe he would be able to. ]
STOP THIS IS WHY I'M SICK OF IT
The sounds that can be heard above the monitor are for Komaeda's ears only, the affection in that hazy gaze and flushed face are for his eyes only, each little twitch and touch and feeling are only for him - the single person that Hiyori has decided to be worthy of these feelings. He has love for every single person he meets, those he hurts and those that he helps, but this is something even more than that. It's something more passionate than hope and deeper than despair, an indescribable love that only he can understand that belongs only to him and that he'll only share with one other. ]
I... Hah... [ He takes in a few more breaths, trying to steady his breathing, ] I love you too, Komaeda-kun... ♡
[ Little nips on and bites on his neck that make him shiver, one more shared kiss that leaves him wanting another, and Hiyori's fingertips come up to touch the others collarbone, careful to avoid the area of his injury. How lucky he is to be the recipient of his emotion that he gives to no other - not the bland and boring, nor those projects that he finds satisfaction in completing.
The third finger slips in, and his fingers grip and twists a fistful of the fabric of the younger Ultimate's gown in response to the third finger sliding in. The feeling of his fingers pressing inside is ecstasy, and more precum beads at the top of his dick. There is a little wince as he agitates an injury, and it probably isn't the best idea to be messing around such a sensitive area when one stitch has already torn, but that warning is distant and easily ignored. ]
ur right, this is his life now. i think they both desereve this
Komaeda is the first and likely the last who will be allowed to see him in such an undignified state, the only one to see his greatest fears come together in such a way - almost entirely immobile, unaware and unable to even think, and without even a scrap of control over the situation. He never wanted to be like this, he never wanted to suffer such pain, and he made such efforts as to ensure that he never would. But even his careful preparations can be overturned by just the slightest mistake, just a few extra drops of luck.
He blinds blearily at the question, the image of him licking his fingers lingering in his mind. It's broken up by the sudden burning sensation that accompanies his legs are pushed apart, preparing him for what might come next. He draws in pained gulps of air as he's yanked down, a whimper escaping. He finds that he's becoming more sensitive to these movements with the passing seconds and minutes, but he can't quite connect the dots well enough to properly recognize and understand it - it comes, and goes, and that's all he knows. ]
More than anyone else in the world... More than I've ever loved anyone...
[ His voice comes out shaky and breathy, and there's a few points in which he stammers his words. But the answer comes, and there's no part of it that isn't true. He tries to keep his eyes on Komaeda's face, and he manages to do so until he stops speaking, but they trail down to where his hands are. He can't do much other than watch and offer instructions, but the latter isn't coming to him well, and so he finds himself watching to try and discern what's being done now. ]
NOT THEIR PORN ERA it kind of is, we should record them
It's with that in mind that he returns the soft kiss given to him, that he tilts his head just a touch, reaches up to touch his cheek and smiles as his face is dotted with kisses. He slides it down his shoulder, rubbing his arm before letting it rest over the other's free hand until it's taken from him. It's at that moment that he finds his answer, one that should have been obvious from the start, ]
I love Komaeda-kun as much as I love myself.
[ That's how marriage should be. It's not about prioritizing one over the other, but rather making that person an extension of oneself. Hiyori should prioritize himself in all affairs, but the boy showering him with kisses and giving him shivers by running his hand up his side should be his other half. He's the one person that he'll love with his entire self.
It's a mistake to let things go any further than this, and some part of him warns of that. He's giving up too much here, it promises him that he'll be in for a world of hurt if he continues. It shouldn't be like this, he shouldn't be guided by another person like this. It's a very small part though, drowned out by desire, drowned out by that feeling that he'll die if they stop now, justified by the choice that's presented to him. The tip of the other's dick pushes against him, and he shudders, sucking in a deep breath. ]
K-keep going....
[ The patter of rain outside starts to mingle in with the other sounds in the room. ]
u mean komaeda's blackmail material
Hiyori loves that which others can't, and so he had listened in earnest, loved those views in earnest despite their foolishness. None of it should frighten him, not when just bending an ear and sifting through history is enough to understand every piece of it, and so it's this closeness that should prompt him to move. He loves with his entire heart, he spreads himself thin, and he's meant for far greater things than being bound to a single person. This intimacy is too much for two people who could never be a lover to anyone in the traditional sense of the word.
He should be afraid of his own weakness. He should be afraid of stagnation and unfinished projects and all of those things which lead one to the grave.
The sound of rain and thunder, the increasingly rapid beeps of the monitor, white noise in the room that covers up the groan that he breathes against Komaeda's lips as the other pushes inside of him. The sound of their lips meeting and parting over and over is lost in the mix, but the way Hiyori's body shudders with delight beneath him isn't. His hand digs into the sheets, grabbing and twisting a fistful of it, back arching slightly as he tries to process every feeling hitting him. There's no fear, the drugs clouding his mind mask all of those concerns that guide his every action, but the sensation of the other pushing inside of him, filling him up.
Undeniable pleasure, and a pain that is quickly becoming overwhelming - every movement draws out gasping breaths as the injuries on his torso and chest are agitated by the movements. It's worsened by the burning sensation of fingers pressing down, nails scraping against him causing him to squeeze his eyes shut as tears form in the corner. If those kisses were enough to heal pain he might be fine, but instead it worsens with each slight movement, and an inaudible whimper escapes him now. It's not quite what he'd hoped for. ]
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