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Drinking wasn’t one of Hajime’s strong suits. Whenever they had parties, the group would insist he drank with them, and every time he drank Nagito seemed to feel like he was obligated to as well.
This particular party was a special one. Three years ago, the Neo World Program had ended. Obviously, it had taken a few more weeks for everyone to wake up, but it was the most concrete date they had, and it felt like something to celebrate. The celebration had been almost- No, definitely ridiculous. Sonia had been in charge of planning it, and had gotten Teruteru to make an absurd amount of fancy cocktails.
And, well, Hajime didn’t want to see all those drinks go to waste- So maybe he had had a bit more than he usually would. As he stood at the edge of the room, sipping some lavender and gin drink, Nagito slid up beside him.
Komaeda was a few inches taller than him, but he usually was so hunched over that it didn’t matter much. Now, though, he was standing up much straighter than usual. He smiled down at Hajime.
“Why are you standing over here, away from everyone? Silly Hinata-kun, we’re at a party! Don’t be so stiff!” Komaeda’s words were slurred, and he looked a bit loopy. It was kind of charming.
“I’ve been hanging out with everyone all night. I think it’ll be fine if I take a break.” He rolled his eyes and tried to move to face Nagito. He stumbled and almost fell forward. Hm, maybe he was a little more drunk than he thought.
Nagito put his hand on Hajime’s shoulder to steady him.
“Hm, maybe it’s time for us to head home…”
Hajime shook his head in response.
“Noo, I promised Sonia we wouldn’t leave early like we always do…” He paused, thinking it over. “It wouldn’t hurt to go get some air though, would it?”
Komaeda nodded enthusiastically. Hajime threw back the rest of his drink and set the glass down. It tasted good, but there was so much alcohol in it.
They stumbled outside where, luckily enough, nobody else was around. Hajime shivered a little. Nights on the island were either a pleasant warm temperature or freezing, and it seemed like tonight would be the latter.
Nagito wrapped his arms around his shoulders, leaning all his body weight onto him. It made Hajime almost fall over, but he managed to stay standing. Komaeda leaned close, bending down until his face was just inches away from Hajime’s. His breath also smelled like fruity alcohol.
“I may have had… Ulterior motives to getting you alone, Hinata-kun…” He giggled, eyes half lidded. It took Hajime a few seconds to process what he meant, then he barked out a laugh too, and suddenly they were both hysterically laughing.
“”You’re so stupid. We could have just kissed inside, Komaeda.” He bumped their foreheads together, grinning ear to ear and filled with incredible fondness. Nagito scoffed.
“In front of everyone? Do you have no shame?” He poked him in the side. “You wanna kiss in front of all our friends? Hajime, I’m shocked!” He leaned back, stumbling slightly, and put a hand on his chest in mock-offense.
“That’s no fair, you’re always talking about… About stuff like that! You’re way more of an ex… What’s the word?”
“Exhibitionist, dear.”
“Exhibitionist! You’re way more of an exhibitionist.”
Nagito didn’t bother defending himself. He wrapped his arms around Hinata again and pulled him close. He slammed their lips together.
It was messy. Their teeth bumped against each other and they’d occasionally miss each other's lips entirely. Despite how uncoordinated and sloppy it was, it still made Hajime feel warm. He gripped onto Komaeda’s arm like his life depended on it.
Komaeda was the first to deepen the kiss. He practically shoved his tongue in Hajime’s mouth, making him moan- He’d usually be embarrassed over reacting like that, but he was too drunk to really care. The positive reaction seemed to spur Nagito on, who put both his hands on Hajime’s hips. Before Hajime could notice what had happened, his hands had moved to Hajime’s ass. He squeezed it harshly. The feeling made Hajime squirm.
Despite everything suggesting otherwise, Nagito was significantly less of a lightweight than Hajime. As a result, he was able to keep him stabilized when otherwise Hinata absolutely would have fallen over.
They continued like that for a few minutes, messily kissing as Nagito groped him. Eventually, though, Hajime started to get nervous- He could hear the sounds of his friends inside the hotel celebrating, and there was no way one of them wouldn’t come out eventually. He pulled back from the kiss and took a deep, shuddering breath. He hadn’t realized just how into it he had gotten- But he was suddenly acutely aware of the fabric of his boxers being soaked and clinging to him.
“Hey, ‘maeda…” He put his head on Nagito’s shoulder, still slurring a bit. “Can I take you up on that offer to go home?”
“Of course! Anything you want, Hinaaata!” He said it in a sing song way, still giggling a little.
Neither of them wanted to move first, so they just stood there for a few seconds, enjoying the closeness. When they did pull apart Hajime was reminded of just how cold the air was.
They moved clumsily back home, Hajime’s hand holding onto Komaeda’s the whole way. They hadn’t left the door locked- A blessing, since Hajime didn’t think either of them had the coordination to use a key right now. Nagito held the door open for Hajime.
“After you!”
Once they were both inside, Hajime made sure to lock the door behind them. (Even though it took a little bit of fumbling to do.)
Hajime sat on the bed, suddenly feeling shy. “So… What do you wanna do?”
Seemingly feeling none of the shame Hinata was, Nagito stood in front of Hajime on the bed. He reached down and pushed him back until he was laying flat.
“I want to eat you out. How does that sound to you, Hinata-kun?” He ran his hands up and down Hajime’s thighs, squeezing at the meaty flesh. Hajime just nodded stupidly.
Content with any type of confirmation, Nagito began unbuttoning Hajime’s jeans. He had a preference for wearing tight fitting pants and, while it made his ass look great, it was kind of annoying in times like these.
With a minor amount of struggling, Komaeda got Hajime’s pants off, leaving him in his boxers. The black fabric was almost glistening from how wet he was. Nagito got on his knees and spread Hajime’s legs, now face to face with his clothed crotch. He leaned forward and inhaled.
Hajime just giggled. “You’re so weird, Nagito…”
Years ago, he would have been weirded out by it. But he had been in a relationship with Komaeda long enough to know by now not to question his eccentricities.
After taking a few long, deep breaths, Komaeda licked a stripe up the fabric in the general vicinity of Hajime’s clit. He had quite a bit of bottom growth, so he found himself incredibly sensitive.
“Ah- Fuck, please just get on with it.” He threw his head back in frustration. Nagito giggled but as he seemed to be feeling merciful, he slid off Hajime’s underwear. Once it had been thrown on the ground in a pile with his pants he used his hands to hold Hajime’s thighs and lift his legs up, effectively folding him in half.
Hajime felt so vulnerable. His cunt was exposed, and the air on it made him squirm. He could feel himself getting wetter as Nagito just stared, transfixed on the sight in front of him. The attention focused on him was almost too much to bear.
Luckily for him, he didn’t have to wait much longer, as Nagito’s patience often wore off fast. Hajime gasped, suddenly struggling for air as his t-dick was taken into Nagito’s mouth. He sucked harshly, grazing his teeth along the sensitive head. It was much messier than usual, and drool was getting everywhere. Something about that just turned Hajime on even more, though.
One particular scrape of his teeth was enough to make Hajime cry out much louder than he felt like he ever had before. The alcohol coursing through him felt as if it had melted away all his inhibitions. He wiggled his hips, feeling impatient. “Put your tongue in me, please, please-” It didn’t take much begging before Komaeda did what he was asked. His tongue pressed inside and it felt so good being filled up, even if it was just a small amount.
Nagito leaned forward, pressing his tongue as far in as possible. It wiggled around inside, touching his inner walls and making him moan.
“Holy shit, Nagit- Ah!” He interrupted himself with an embarrassing squeaky sound as the tongue pressed against a particularly good spot. That made Nagito laugh, despite the fact that his tongue was still deep inside Hajime’s cunt.
It felt like his insides were turning into mush. All he could think about was Nagito’s tongue and how good it felt.
For what felt like hours, Nagito eagerly licked inside of him. Hajime could feel himself becoming dangerously close. If they didn’t stop soon he was definitely going to cum, and he didn’t think he had more than one in him tonight. Gently, he reached down and moved Nagito’s head up.
The sight he was met with made him feel dizzy. Nagito’s face was red with exertion, and covered in cum and spit. He looked so dazed that Hajime almost worried he was going to pass out.
“Get the strap, please?” He shuffled back until he was actually leaning against the pillows. Nagito listened and went to their closet. Hajime watched him struggle to actually put the harness on while so inebriated, and laughed a little. Komaeda pouted, looking like a kicked puppy, before remembering what he was doing.
“Which one do you want?”
“Ummm… Something average size. Not too big.”
Nagito nodded and grabbed a dildo out of their box. He clumsily put it in the ring, something he always struggled a bit with. When he walked back over, Hajime couldn’t help but lick his lips at the sight. It was so hot.
“Can I… Can I suck it, please?” As soon as Hajime asked, Nagito nodded. He held the silicon cock in his robotic hand, keeping it steady as he climbed onto the bed. He straddled Hajime’s chest, leaving him facing the harness.
“Are you ready, Hinata-kun?” When he nodded back, Komaeda pressed the tip against his lips. It was a solid, heavy feeling, and he instantly opened his mouth as wide as he could.
As Nagito fed the cock into his mouth he closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of his mouth being filled. Hajime wasn’t the best at sucking cock- It always made him gag and choke, but he found it sexy to do anyways.
He bobbed his head forwards and backwards, tears springing to his eyes as he did so. Still, the sensation was too good to stop, and he attempted to go even farther. It was too much for him and he immediately started choking. Hajime pulled back and coughed, looking up at Komaeda. There was a pause before both of them started laughing. Nagito affectionately stroked his face.
“Too much for you, Hajime?” Hajime nodded shyly. He moved close again, this time just licking it up and down. Watching it was clearly turning Nagito on. His eyes were glassy and he was almost drooling. Being desired so clearly made Hajime even more turned on.
Once it was thoroughly wet, Komaeda moved backwards off of Hajime. He sat between his legs and they both took a moment to catch their breaths. Hajime held Nagito’s hand gently, lacing their fingers together. Everything was quiet, and all he could think about was how much he loved him. It made him feel kind of teary eyed.
“I love you, Nagito. Do you know that I love you?” He beamed at him, so joyful he couldn’t keep it contained.
“Aah, Hajime… I’m so lucky! I love you too, of course.” One of his prosthetic fingers rubbed up and down Hajime’s pussy. The metal of his hand was cold, and it was a strange sensation- But felt good. “You’re so wet, I don’t think you need any prep. What do you think?” Hajime just nodded dumbly, too eager to get fucked to think anymore.
After Hajime agreed, Nagito wasted no time in lining up his cock with Hajime’s hole. Slowly but smoothly his hips moved forward and the strap pressed in. His cunt stretched open and, despite it not being a huge dildo, it felt gigantic after not being prepped for it. Hajime’s eyes squeezed shut in slight pain. Nagito seemed to notice and held his hand tighter until he had bottomed out.
The sensation of his body weight pressing against Hajime felt heavenly. His hole squeezed tightly around the cock, making it even more intense when Nagito slowly moved his hips back and dragged the cock out. Without warning, he slammed back in, the thrust making a lewd slap noise. Something about the sound really did it for Hajime.
When the thrusts started, they were slow- But he gradually picked up speed. Every press back in and then out felt heavenly. Komaeda was too drunk to be consistent, though, so it was sloppy and hard.
“A-Aah, ah, more- Please, Nagito!” The begging was too much for Nagito to bear. He pulled out to adjust their position, making Hajime pout- Which in turn, caused Komaeda to start giggling at the adorable face. He laid down on top of Hajime, pressing all his weight onto him and keeping him pinned down. The sensation was nice- It reminded him of using a weighted blanket.
Komaeda reached down and moved the cock back against his pussy. He thrust in quickly, then reached up to hold both their hands together. Hajime crashed their lips together, kissing in a messy and uncoordinated way. He moaned around his tongue as he was filled up over and over again.
The thrusting was even more inconsistent now, but that just made it even better. Nagito painted with exertion.
“Oh my god, Hajime, you’re so hot- I love filling you up, I wanna… Aah, I wish I could knock you up, I wanna cum inside your tight little hole!”
That was all it took to send Hajime over the edge. He clamped down, squeezing tightly as he came hard. Nagito fucked him through it, not stopping for a second. He continued fucking him after the aftershocks had settled, and the overstimulation was too much. Hajime squirmed underneath him, but he was effectively pinned in place.
“Nngh, too much, too much!” The thrusts stopped, but he stayed buried inside him. That was good enough for Hajime, who closed his eyes, breathing heavily.
Nagito nuzzled his face into the crook of Hajime’s neck. He inhaled and started licking and sucking on his sensitive neck, intent on leaving a hickey right where everyone could see.
They laid like that for a few minutes before Hajime noticed Nagito had stopped moving and was just breathing steadily. He looked over and- Yep, Komaeda had fallen asleep with his cock inside of him.
Somehow charmed by it, he didn’t bother moving the other boy off of him. He just closed his eyes, the alcohol weighing heavy in his stomach, and drifted off as well, completely content.