[ 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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NOT HIS SPERM SWIPING... see the blackmail material is to ensure he'll be a good father
[ His body twitches, slight movements that start in his shoulders and work their way down. From the electric kisses to the cool caresses against his burning skin, he every small touch is amplified in coming as the numbness continues to ease out of his body. It seems unfair to have another offer him such attention while he's in this state. There's another little jolt as Komaeda takes his dick, causing his hips to reflexively jerk upward, and the steady strokes in conjunction with the other slides in and out of him.
He paces his breathing as best he can, and how lucky he is to have a partner who will treat him with such care as he fucks him in spite of injuries that leave him feeling as though his insides are being torn apart once more. His hand comes to rest on Komaeda's waist, trailing up before he slips it around his back. There's another strained little noise of pleasure as his tongue drags along his neck, spreading out the saliva that had mixed with sweat and should soon dry up.
His eyes burn, but he can see the expression that the other makes. He can hear the small sounds, and both reassure him that this isn't an altogether unpleasant experience for either of them. He slides back in, pressed fully against him, and he hangs onto him a little tighter, nails brushing against his skin as his fingers dig into soft skin. His eyes close once more, but he's aware enough of the the soft shushes that preceded this, and now the kisses and his hot breath against his face, the way he laps up the tears.
His arm moves around to hook it around his neck in an effort to hold him in place long enough for Hiyori to stare up at him. Pale skin, dim eyes, a soft smile, and he finally manages to return it with a strained smile of his own. Were they made for each other...? He thinks so, if any two people were, it must have been them. He moves his hand up to the back of his head to try and ease it down a bit more, a gentle gesture with no real force behind it. ]
We must have been... You fit in me so perfectly, Komaeda-kun... Hah... It feels amazing...
[ His voice comes in a low mumble. It's a bit of a struggle to find words, much less speak them. He opts to kiss the corners of his mouth before kissing him once. He pulls back just enough to trace the shape of the other's lips before he captures them with his own once more. ]
[ Komaeda has a nice smile. It never reaches those empty eyes of his, but if it ever were to Hiyori thinks the world would be that much brighter for it. He parts his lips to invite him in eagerly, deepening the kiss, not wanting to stop for even a moment. It shouldn't matter if it takes his breath away. It feels as though he doesn't even need air when he has Komaeda's soft lips on his, the taste of him on his tongue, the ingressive clicking and smacking that reaches his ears as their lips meet and part.
His stomach is on fire, and he can taste iron in his mouth, but he must have been enjoying himself well enough, ast there's a piteous mewl when the movements grind to a sudden halt. It's offset by the feeling of a hand running up and down his shaft. He's on cloud nine, if one pierced by countless spikes, and so he's able to interpret the comment about making babies in his own way. They're not able to have them, and Hiyori himself has a birth control designed to prevent it, and so his mind instead looks elsewhere. ]
Hah... We could... ♡
[ If he were a cute girl? Now? Komaeda may take that as he pleases, as both are true enough in a world that has progressed so. He tries to rock his hips to compensate for the lack of motion, with limited success due to his limited mobility and the sharp pains that trying brings with it. But Komaeda keeps going, and even stroke brings him closer to the edge. He's close, so close, breath quickening further, and - ]
Ah... Komaeda-kun, I'm gonna cum.
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STOP I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE i'm happy for both of them, the start of their family
[ They could if things were just a little different, and perhaps it should be possible now. Hiyori, who has always thrown himself into his work and nothing else, has been forced to step back from all of those efforts. It's his talent that Komaeda wants to see grow, and it's his stability and intellect that the company that built him values. There's a dim smile, not quite there, but it's loving. He loves him so much, he wants to shape him into a person everyone can see the beauty of.
The soft kisses and nuzzles, feeling of their bodies pressed together as he rocks in and out, soft skin under his fingertips and warm breath on his face, the moans that ring in his ears - all of these things stand out in his mind, but most of all those dull green eyes that stare into his. He's better than any drug, intoxicating and addictive, and he should be willing to take him any day. His hand works its way up to his shoulder, trailing down his arm and bending at the elbow until his fingertips are brushing against thin fingers. It ends too soon, and there's a soft sigh and a reflexive shift of his hips as he pulls out.
He misses the sensation of having the other inside of him immediately, the steady rocking on his hips and their hips connecting, but he doesn't have any time to be disappointed when the promise of using his mouth is followed up on. There's a soft gasp as the warmth of his mouth wraps around the tip of his dick, sucking and teasing before he starts to take all of him in, and Hiyori feels full to burst. He places his hand on Komaeda's head, the pads of his fingers pushing down.tgo
There's a part of him that realizes that he's ending it too soon, that he should be more considerate, but it's buried beneath the pleasant sensation of his mouth - warm and moist. The heartrate monitor sings his praises, as does his voice as he moans Komaeda's name between sharp breaths and grunts. His pelvis rocks involuntarily, and as close as he is, it doesn't take much at all for him to be sent over the edge. There's a loud moan, and Hiyori shudders from the jolts of pleasure as his orgasm hits.
It's immediately followed by violent coughing, and he has to cover his mouth to catch the blood rises up his throat. ]
[ It's not how he'd wanted their first time to go, and once he's of more sound mind he'll reflect on that fact. The sound of his gagging is delightful, but he finished too fast, and he should never want to be so cruel to Komaeda, he has no desire to leave him with bruises and scratches. That's his love, a love for a person who desires to be used and harmed, a love that denies everything thought of as good and right in favor of drawing them in.
He twitches and sucks in a breath as more cum is worked out of him, leaving him overstimulated before it finishes with a tongue brushing against his dick. He certainly didn't want their first time together to end with him having a coughing fit, flecks of blood hitting his palm. It settles enough for him to take the tissue roll, clearing his throat and swallowing what's left down. It's a bit difficult to maneuver with one functioning arm, but he manages to tear off chunks and cleaning himself up as best he can. His breath slowly starts to steady as the lays back.
He turns his head toward the bathroom, watching the shadows beneath the door. Despite all the issues, there's a warm blanket of euphoria that covers his mind. Hiyori yawns as drowsiness begins to hit him in tandum with relaxation. He waits patiently for him to return, placing his hand on the empty space beside him. He supposes that Komaeda needs to brush his teeth after that, or maybe he's finishing himself up... He wants to cuddle when he comes back. ]
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STOP HE DIDN'T EVEN LET KOMAEDA CUM INSIDE, HE DOESN'T DESERVE IT
[ He's dozing in and out, sleep catching him just long enough for it to give him a start when he jerks back to awareness. His eyes eventually move back to the IV bag, and it seems as though there might be something that he's forgetting. The heartrate monitor has returned to its steady rhythm, each and every beep too loud for his liking. The answer doesn't come though, and his eyes shut once more before fluttering open at the sound of a door creaking and light footsteps. It's lonely without him, and he's found over time that an empty bed doesn't suit him in the afterglow.
His lips curve up in a groggy smile when he sees him... Ah, he should have at least helped him finish. He regrets missing the opportunity, and he wishes he could have given a better experience. He can do nothing but try to make the best of it though, and so he pats the bed next to him and mumbles what is likely a request for him to lay down by him, though perhaps he won't want to with him being covered in dried sweat and saliva. ]
Komaeda-kun...
[ It's still a low mumble, but his name at least comes out a little more clearly. His stomach doesn't feel well, nausea mixing with pain, but he makes an effort to ignore it. They can go to sleep soon, and his drug and pain-addled mind tell him that he'll feel better when he wakes up - just as he would if he had a cold, or some other minor irritation. ]
[ Hiyori wraps his arm around the younger ultimate, nuzzling his face against the top of is head and pulling him just a little bit closer. He finds that Komaeda fits against him nicely, and it's comfortable to hold him like this. They were made for each other, he thinks once more, his eyes drooping. Everything they've done tonight will cause trouble for the staff, and no doubt there will be stern words about conduct and all manner of fussing, but that hardly matters when one of them will no doubt push their way out of the hospital before they truly should be discharged.
Hiyori always kept him until he was certain that he saw no reason to feel concerned, even when that meant his entire day was so often lost to one patient, as his pride as a doctor and love for his patients required of him. There's no such diligence in this place, and he has no sway to keep him now. No, he's no longer even a doctor to him, as one cannot be both a husband and a doctor to someone.
He kisses the top of his head, speaking to him in a sleepy murmur, ]
Sorry... I should have waited until you were finished...
[ He gives his shoulder a gentle squeeze, rubbing his arm. It is perhaps unsurprising, as Sou Hiyori is a man who so carefully attends to and thinks of those in his care - hurting them, helping them, it's all done with a precise care. ]
Mmn, I want to be gentle with Komaeda-kun.. I don't like seeing you in pain...
[ He takes pleasure in biting, marking, hair pulling, and so much more, and shoving his head down further had brought him a shudder of delight. It's the joy of seeing a person willing to give themselves to him so completely. It's seeing how far they'll go, how much they'll give to him, how much of a permanent imprint he can leave on their mind and body. He loves those who can learn to give up everything that they are, from their body to their identity to their life, but there's no need to take it from a person who already gives such things freely.
What he wants from him more than anything is his love, a love that will be given to no other. For that reason alone, he'll give Komaeda all of his love - soft kisses and kind words, gentle touches and a bottomless supply of affection.
But he settles for accepting his words. If it was enjoyable enough to repeat, then that's enough for now. He yawns, and Hiyori finds that he's at last content enough to that he doesn't mind dozing off. ]
[ He repeats those words quietly, keeping his eyes closes as he focuses on the scent of his hair as he breathes in and out, on the sound of his voice and the slow beat of his heart. Every part of him tells of his disease, and his words are no exception. It's a disease that none other than him could cure now, not when it would require removing permanent scars. But Hiyori could do so, he could undo the neurological pathways and remove those unpleasant memories. He could cure each and every disease if only he were allowed.
He rubs his arm gently. ]
You're so kind, so selfless... I love that about you... If you truly want such things, I suppose we could try a little. I could let you tell me exactly what you want...
[ He loves that illness that he could fix with his love, with his care. He yawns, shifting his position a little to settle more comfortably.against him. ]
Mmn, but I don't smoke anymore, remember?
[ He had stopped that at Komaeda's behest, and he finds it to be for the best. The smoke is terrible for the body, and most of all when around a person who already has trouble breathing. The mention of it does make him miss the taste of nicotine on his tongue though, the calming sensation of inhaling and exhaling while leaning over the balcony or socializing. ]
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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
He paces his breathing as best he can, and how lucky he is to have a partner who will treat him with such care as he fucks him in spite of injuries that leave him feeling as though his insides are being torn apart once more. His hand comes to rest on Komaeda's waist, trailing up before he slips it around his back. There's another strained little noise of pleasure as his tongue drags along his neck, spreading out the saliva that had mixed with sweat and should soon dry up.
His eyes burn, but he can see the expression that the other makes. He can hear the small sounds, and both reassure him that this isn't an altogether unpleasant experience for either of them. He slides back in, pressed fully against him, and he hangs onto him a little tighter, nails brushing against his skin as his fingers dig into soft skin. His eyes close once more, but he's aware enough of the the soft shushes that preceded this, and now the kisses and his hot breath against his face, the way he laps up the tears.
His arm moves around to hook it around his neck in an effort to hold him in place long enough for Hiyori to stare up at him. Pale skin, dim eyes, a soft smile, and he finally manages to return it with a strained smile of his own. Were they made for each other...? He thinks so, if any two people were, it must have been them. He moves his hand up to the back of his head to try and ease it down a bit more, a gentle gesture with no real force behind it. ]
We must have been... You fit in me so perfectly, Komaeda-kun... Hah... It feels amazing...
[ His voice comes in a low mumble. It's a bit of a struggle to find words, much less speak them. He opts to kiss the corners of his mouth before kissing him once. He pulls back just enough to trace the shape of the other's lips before he captures them with his own once more. ]
STOP IT'S WHAT HE DESERVES i'm ending this
His stomach is on fire, and he can taste iron in his mouth, but he must have been enjoying himself well enough, ast there's a piteous mewl when the movements grind to a sudden halt. It's offset by the feeling of a hand running up and down his shaft. He's on cloud nine, if one pierced by countless spikes, and so he's able to interpret the comment about making babies in his own way. They're not able to have them, and Hiyori himself has a birth control designed to prevent it, and so his mind instead looks elsewhere. ]
Hah... We could... ♡
[ If he were a cute girl? Now? Komaeda may take that as he pleases, as both are true enough in a world that has progressed so. He tries to rock his hips to compensate for the lack of motion, with limited success due to his limited mobility and the sharp pains that trying brings with it. But Komaeda keeps going, and even stroke brings him closer to the edge. He's close, so close, breath quickening further, and - ]
Ah... Komaeda-kun, I'm gonna cum.
STOP I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE i'm happy for both of them, the start of their family
The soft kisses and nuzzles, feeling of their bodies pressed together as he rocks in and out, soft skin under his fingertips and warm breath on his face, the moans that ring in his ears - all of these things stand out in his mind, but most of all those dull green eyes that stare into his. He's better than any drug, intoxicating and addictive, and he should be willing to take him any day. His hand works its way up to his shoulder, trailing down his arm and bending at the elbow until his fingertips are brushing against thin fingers. It ends too soon, and there's a soft sigh and a reflexive shift of his hips as he pulls out.
He misses the sensation of having the other inside of him immediately, the steady rocking on his hips and their hips connecting, but he doesn't have any time to be disappointed when the promise of using his mouth is followed up on. There's a soft gasp as the warmth of his mouth wraps around the tip of his dick, sucking and teasing before he starts to take all of him in, and Hiyori feels full to burst. He places his hand on Komaeda's head, the pads of his fingers pushing down.tgo
There's a part of him that realizes that he's ending it too soon, that he should be more considerate, but it's buried beneath the pleasant sensation of his mouth - warm and moist. The heartrate monitor sings his praises, as does his voice as he moans Komaeda's name between sharp breaths and grunts. His pelvis rocks involuntarily, and as close as he is, it doesn't take much at all for him to be sent over the edge. There's a loud moan, and Hiyori shudders from the jolts of pleasure as his orgasm hits.
It's immediately followed by violent coughing, and he has to cover his mouth to catch the blood rises up his throat. ]
HIS FIRST AND LAST NUT 753 TAGS LATER
He twitches and sucks in a breath as more cum is worked out of him, leaving him overstimulated before it finishes with a tongue brushing against his dick. He certainly didn't want their first time together to end with him having a coughing fit, flecks of blood hitting his palm. It settles enough for him to take the tissue roll, clearing his throat and swallowing what's left down. It's a bit difficult to maneuver with one functioning arm, but he manages to tear off chunks and cleaning himself up as best he can. His breath slowly starts to steady as the lays back.
He turns his head toward the bathroom, watching the shadows beneath the door. Despite all the issues, there's a warm blanket of euphoria that covers his mind. Hiyori yawns as drowsiness begins to hit him in tandum with relaxation. He waits patiently for him to return, placing his hand on the empty space beside him. He supposes that Komaeda needs to brush his teeth after that, or maybe he's finishing himself up... He wants to cuddle when he comes back. ]
STOP HE DIDN'T EVEN LET KOMAEDA CUM INSIDE, HE DOESN'T DESERVE IT
His lips curve up in a groggy smile when he sees him... Ah, he should have at least helped him finish. He regrets missing the opportunity, and he wishes he could have given a better experience. He can do nothing but try to make the best of it though, and so he pats the bed next to him and mumbles what is likely a request for him to lay down by him, though perhaps he won't want to with him being covered in dried sweat and saliva. ]
Komaeda-kun...
[ It's still a low mumble, but his name at least comes out a little more clearly. His stomach doesn't feel well, nausea mixing with pain, but he makes an effort to ignore it. They can go to sleep soon, and his drug and pain-addled mind tell him that he'll feel better when he wakes up - just as he would if he had a cold, or some other minor irritation. ]
I KNOW, SO I'M GOING TO RUIN IT FOR HIM!!
Hiyori always kept him until he was certain that he saw no reason to feel concerned, even when that meant his entire day was so often lost to one patient, as his pride as a doctor and love for his patients required of him. There's no such diligence in this place, and he has no sway to keep him now. No, he's no longer even a doctor to him, as one cannot be both a husband and a doctor to someone.
He kisses the top of his head, speaking to him in a sleepy murmur, ]
Sorry... I should have waited until you were finished...
[ He gives his shoulder a gentle squeeze, rubbing his arm. It is perhaps unsurprising, as Sou Hiyori is a man who so carefully attends to and thinks of those in his care - hurting them, helping them, it's all done with a precise care. ]
I'll make it up to you next time...
I HATE THAT ABOUT HIM, HE'S SICK IN THE HEAD
[ He takes pleasure in biting, marking, hair pulling, and so much more, and shoving his head down further had brought him a shudder of delight. It's the joy of seeing a person willing to give themselves to him so completely. It's seeing how far they'll go, how much they'll give to him, how much of a permanent imprint he can leave on their mind and body. He loves those who can learn to give up everything that they are, from their body to their identity to their life, but there's no need to take it from a person who already gives such things freely.
What he wants from him more than anything is his love, a love that will be given to no other. For that reason alone, he'll give Komaeda all of his love - soft kisses and kind words, gentle touches and a bottomless supply of affection.
But he settles for accepting his words. If it was enjoyable enough to repeat, then that's enough for now. He yawns, and Hiyori finds that he's at last content enough to that he doesn't mind dozing off. ]
I love you, Komaeda-kun.
CLOSES MY EYES SO I DO NOT SEE IT
[ He repeats those words quietly, keeping his eyes closes as he focuses on the scent of his hair as he breathes in and out, on the sound of his voice and the slow beat of his heart. Every part of him tells of his disease, and his words are no exception. It's a disease that none other than him could cure now, not when it would require removing permanent scars. But Hiyori could do so, he could undo the neurological pathways and remove those unpleasant memories. He could cure each and every disease if only he were allowed.
He rubs his arm gently. ]
You're so kind, so selfless... I love that about you... If you truly want such things, I suppose we could try a little. I could let you tell me exactly what you want...
[ He loves that illness that he could fix with his love, with his care. He yawns, shifting his position a little to settle more comfortably.against him. ]
Mmn, but I don't smoke anymore, remember?
[ He had stopped that at Komaeda's behest, and he finds it to be for the best. The smoke is terrible for the body, and most of all when around a person who already has trouble breathing. The mention of it does make him miss the taste of nicotine on his tongue though, the calming sensation of inhaling and exhaling while leaning over the balcony or socializing. ]
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