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Hajime sighed as he entered Nagito’s cottage. His act of not wanting to be there was futile; they both knew it was nothing more than a farce. Watching from his bed, Nagito stifled a laugh as Hajime put on his typical performance of apathy; of obligation. Nagito was no stranger to feeling like he was a burden to those around him. Actually, he knew he was, but this, this was the one thing he was sure Hajime took indulgence in. If the way his body shook so violently when Nagito wrapped his lips around his length, or how he wasn’t able to hold back his desperate gasps as he teased his chest with his long, pale fingers didn’t tell him enough, Hajime continuing to come see him almost every night did. Nagito snickered to himself.
“What’s so funny?” Hajime asked, voice snappy and sharp. He eyed the white-haired, frail boy from across the small villa.
“Oh, nothing, just glad you’re here. I feel honored whenever someone like you spends time with someone so unworthy like me.”
Hajime scoffed. “God, Nagito, will you cut it out with that whole thing?” Nagito wasn’t sure what he meant by this “thing”. He was only speaking the truth; he did feel honored.
“I apologize, Hajime.” He didn’t feel like fighting Hajime and trying to justify his point of view, not when he had other plans for the two of them that night. After all, there was a very exciting surprise waiting for Hajime.
Hajime set down his small bag on the chair next to Nagito’s bed and walked over to him, sitting beside Nagito. He ruffled his fragile, damaged hair—something that felt inexplicably warm to Nagito—and kissed him on his temple. “You have nothing to apologize for.”
It was cute, Nagito thought, how Hajime’s cold exterior melted away the moment he felt any bit of Nagito’s warmth against him. The normally solid walls of ice he constructed would disappear with even a fleeting touch. Nagito liked the feeling that he had that effect on Hajime. He liked the way he could affect his emotions, how he could make him feel so safe or so scared with such simple actions—he loved all of it. Flourished in it, really. That a nobody like him could impact someone as full of hope and talent as Hajime made his insides scream with joy.
“Missed you,” Hajime whispered against Nagito’s ear. “Where were you this morning? You didn’t come to the restaurant.”
“I mean, I didn’t really think anyone would’ve been too glad to see me,” Nagito said as Hajime peppered him with kisses. It was as if Hajime was waiting for him to say more, but Nagito had nothing more to say. No further reason, really–he just didn’t want to ruin breakfast for everyone else with his presence.
“I would’ve been,” Hajime disagreed. “I was hoping you’d come, especially since I didn’t get to see you last night,” he said, bringing his lips down towards Nagito’s neck. The pale skin bruised with ease, so much so that just a light nip would leave a mark, and Hajime didn’t plan on being gentle. God, Nagito thought. He can’t keep up the ‘hating me’ act for more than a minute. Nagito moaned as Hajime covered his neck in minor bruises through desperate, rough kisses. The mix of Hajime’s kind words and harsh actions made Nagito’s head spin.
Hajime always managed to make him feel a whirlwind of feelings, especially in moments like this. His usual self-hatred faded away with Hajime’s touch, though it never fully left. The first time they touched each other like this was the first time Nagito felt useful, yet so, so unworthy. His body screamed that it was so wrong for him to feel so good, that someone as disgusting as him didn’t deserve such pleasure, but seeing Hajime’s ecstasy as he used his body for his pleasure filled him with an extreme warmth. The happiness of that moment was so overwhelming; he still remembered the way it flooded every inch of his body with heat; with hope.
“I’ll make sure to come to the restaurant from now on, then,” Nagito said. He could feel Hajime’s smile against his skin. Hajime disconnected his lips from Nagito’s neck for a moment, repositioning him so his back was against his wall and he could straddle his lap. Nagito’s breath caught in his throat.
“Wanted to see your face,” Hajime murmured. Nagito couldn’t help but grin, giddy at the admission. Even in the dim light, Hajime’s face flushed, his tanned skin rosier than usual. His eyes drifted to Nagito’s lips, then back to his eyes. “Wanted to kiss you too, but Chiaki begged me to help her with something so I couldn’t go looking for you,” Hajime laughed, then looked down at Nagito’s lips. “But I found you now, Komaeda.”
Nagito chuckled, but didn’t move; he knew he didn’t need to. Before he could reply, Hajime was already diving forward to capture his lips in a fiery kiss. Hajime was all but grinding down against Nagito, the hardness of his cock becoming obvious with every bit of friction. Nagito felt himself stiffening in his pants as Hajime pushed him harder into the wall.
It always started like this; with Hajime trying to assert his dominance over Nagito. He enjoyed it, but it never lasted long. Hajime would crumble as soon as Nagito touched him back. He reached his arms around Hajime and pulled his body closer, as if they weren’t already impossibly close, as if he wouldn’t feel close enough to him if he were inside his skin, and Hajime whined. He ground down harder against Nagito’s groin, their hard lengths touching after what felt like an eternity. It wasn’t enough.
Hajime impatiently reached down to unzip his pants and pull them down along with his boxers, freeing his cock from their painful confinement. Nagito’s pajama pants were soft; tented from his erection. Hajime rubbed himself against the still-clothed member and moaned loudly, too loudly. Nagito found it fascinating how quickly Hajime could unravel; how quickly he went from a confident, rough lover to a desperate boy who acted as if he had never been touched before. Nagito’s cock pulsed, imagining that only he caused this feeling in Hajime. He continued with the ministrations, frotting their cocks together with a fervor Nagito only saw from Hajime in times like this. A whine escaped Nagito’s lips, silently begging for Hajime to pull his pajama pants down. He needed more friction, and he needed it now.
“Hajime,” Nagito started, voice breathy. “I want to feel your skin against mine,” he said. Nagito always asked so politely—well, until he didn’t—and with such poetry in his words. Even when pleading for more, he was selfless. Nagito didn’t need to say more for Hajime to know what he meant. He reached down and peeled off Nagito’s pants, revealing his cock. His length throbbed when the brisk cottage air hit it. Hajime bit his lip. Nagito sighed in relief, but it caught in his throat when Hajime grabbed his cock in his hand and rubbed it against his own. The sigh turned into a choked moan. Hajime’s hand enveloped both of their lengths, and the wetness from Hajime’s lubricated the motions. He started off at a slow pace, but it didn’t take long for Hajime’s speed to increase, desperation for more growing.
“Ah, Hajime,” Nagito moaned. “S-slow down, please.” He couldn’t last like this, and he needed to. If he wanted to execute his plan tonight, he couldn’t come yet. Neither could Hajime, but he didn’t know that. Hajime mumbled an apology, slowing his movements. “I want to feel you inside me tonight, Hinata,” Nagito stated. It wasn’t a request, nor was it a plea—it was a command. Hajime knew it was, even if Nagito didn’t demand. Hajime nodded, eyes wide. Nagito could once again see the effect he had on Hajime—his words hypnotized him. He figured the idea of feeling Nagito’s walls around him probably made his head spin, if the way his balance faltered was anything to go by. They had done this sort of thing many times in the past one or two weeks, but not to that caliber.
“A-are you sure?” Hajime asked, a brief clarity befalling him. “I mean, are you ready? Have you ever, uh, had, um?”
Nagito chuckled. “I’m sure, Hajime,” he stated as if there were no question about it. “And to answer your question, or whatever I think your question was intended to be, never with anyone else, but I have by myself.”
A pleasant-yet-sly smile spread across Nagito’s face, recognizing the wheels as they turned in Hajime’s mind. “Oh, o-okay, yes. I, I wanna do it, too.” When Hajime released his and Nagito’s cocks, Nagito shifted himself against the wall. He sat there expectantly, and Hajime stared at him, but Hajime didn’t speak. Nagito thought to himself that maybe the blood flow from Hajime’s brain had gone to his dick. He cocked his head. “Should I, uh, should I undress you?”
Heh, so formal.
“I can handle that part, thank you,” Nagito said sweetly. Hajime scratched his neck. Nagito stripped off the remaining clothing on his body piece-by-piece, doing his best to tease Hajime. He took his time, each movement fluid and strung out. He could see Hajime trembling, biting his lip, and digging his nails into his thigh. It was so hard to keep himself from laughing at the sight; not meanly, no, but affectionately. The effect he had on Hajime drove him insane with joy. Before long he was completely naked, his pale, lean body laid flush against the bed, head resting against his pillow. He looked down at himself and observed his form. Too thin, he would say; ribs visible, skin bruised, and his cock burning a bright red. It wasn’t big, but Hajime had said it was actually rather cute the first time they found themselves with their fists wrapped around one another’s cocks, which gave him at least some confidence. When his eyes turned upwards, he found Hajime all but drooling over him.
“Don’t just stare at me, Hinata,” Nagito teased. “Are you really just going to keep me waiting?” Hajime blinked at him, jaw agape. “You’re acting like you’ve never seen me naked before.”
“Not like this. Never, uh, never got to see all of your body at once.” Ah, so that’s why. Nagito felt a surge of exultation rush through his nervous system; something he wasn’t familiar with—power.
“Well, it’s all yours tonight,” Nagito said. His voice was stern, as if the offering were a demand. “So use it before I change my mind.”
Hajime nodded, and in that moment he reminded Nagito of an overly-eager dog. He smiled at the thought.
Hajime stripped himself of his own shirt and fully removed his pushed-down pants before crawling over to Nagito, hovering over his unclothed body. He was breathing heavily, and Nagito reached a hand out to touch his cheek. “Come on, don’t be so nervous, Hinata,” Nagito said. “It’s just me, yeah?”
“It’s just you.” Hajime swallowed. Nagito wasn’t sure if that made him any less nervous. Hajime leaned down and kissed Nagito with vehemence, as if his worries would melt away into his mouth if he kissed him hard enough. Nagito’s lips moved in tandem with his, their tongues intertwining messily. Neither of them cared if it was sloppy, especially not Nagito—the messier they got, the better.
“I want your fingers inside, God, please,” Nagito whimpered into Hajime’s mouth.
“Fuck, okay, yeah,” Hajime said. He sat up so that he was straddling Nagito again, this time on his thigh, and looked down at Nagito. “Do you have lube or something?”
Nagito shook his head. “No, I don’t, but I prepped myself before you got here.”
“What– what did you use?”
“My spit.”
“And that was enough?”
Nagito nodded. Hajime sighed, but accepted it. He wasn’t really sure where they would find lube on this island anyway. Hajime brought two of his fingers to Nagito’s mouth, who swallowed them feverishly. He covered them with saliva, and Hajime grimaced, but Nagito could tell he was equal parts grossed out and turned on. Hajime pulled his fingers out from Nagito’s mouth and immediately brought them to his already-stretched hole. Nagito whimpered, but bit his lip to smother the sound.
“I, uh, don’t really know how to do this,” Hajime admitted. “I’ve done it on my own, but never to someone else.” The admission made Hajime blush, and Nagito grinned. Seeing Hajime flustered stirred something inexplicable inside him.
“Do it exactly how you would to yourself, Hinata.” The guiding words from Nagito seemed to be enough to give Hajime some courage. His first finger slipped in with no effort, Nagito’s hole clearly as prepared as he said it would be.
“Oh my God,” Hajime moaned. Nagito smiled. If he was this affected by just putting a finger inside of him, he was excited to see how he would react when he finally fucked him. Hajime pulled his finger out and plunged it back in, setting a steady pace that sent electricity through Nagito’s veins. He moaned, his whines almost demure in their nature, and Hajime wantonly groaned in response. He pushed in a second finger, fucking Nagito thoroughly with his digits. Nagito continued with a cacophony of whines and moans, mixing in a rare expletive along with them. The sounds goaded Hajime on and before he knew it, he had four fingers inside the other boy, hand almost cramping from the movements.
“I think I’m ready,” Nagito said. His voice was breathless. “I want you to fuck me now.”
“Are you sure you’re ready? We can take some more time to prepare-”
“Fuck me, Hajime.” His tone was certain. Final. “Use me.”
That, that sent Hajime over the edge.
He spat on his hand and spread it on his raging hard member, making sure it was fully lubricated before aligning it with Nagito’s spread hole. Hajime pushed the tip against the entrance, slowly sinking into Nagito. He tried to steady his breathing, but it was no use. He was gasping for air as Nagito’s tight walls encapsulated his cock. Nagito winced at the intrusion, but ultimately the pain faded to white, hot pleasure. As soon as Hajime bottomed out, Nagito stared him in the eyes and demanded once again.
“Start moving, Hinata. Fuck me like you own me. Use my body to make yourself feel good.”
Hajime did as he was told. He pulled out until the head of his cock was all that remained inside Nagito before slamming it back in, whimpering helplessly. He set a brutal pace, all but jackhammering into Nagito’s ass. Nagito’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, absolutely overcome with pleasure. Every thrust set his body on fire. He could barely handle the sight of Hajime trying so desperately to hold it together, of him biting his lip, clenching his eyes, and grabbing Nagito’s shoulders like he’d lose him if he let go.
“How does it feel?” Hajime asked. He kept fucking into Nagito, making it hard for him to even reply.
“So good,” he replied. “But it isn’t about how I feel, Hinata. My body is only here for your pleasure, hm?”
Hajime faltered, hips stuttering. He clearly wanted to refute the idea; Nagito could see it by the expression painting his face, but the way Hajime’s cock throbbed inside him made how he truly felt obvious. “Fuck,” he moaned.
The continuous feeling of Hajime’s member dragging against Nagito’s walls only intensified the shockwaves moving through his body. He could feel his orgasm building up in his stomach, but he knew he couldn’t unravel yet. Hajime seemingly noticed the way Nagito’s hole was fluttering around his dick and the way his abs tightened and twitched.
“Baby, I wanna see you come,” Hajime said. Baby? The pet name stirred in Nagito’s core.
“N-not before you come,” Nagito retorted. Hajime responded by grabbing Nagito’s neglected cock and stroking it, matching the pace of his thrusts. “A-ah! Hajime, no, don’t–”
Hajime didn’t stop, though, but only sped up. Nagito had expected this to happen. Hajime always tried to get Nagito off without focusing on his own pleasure, which was absolutely wrong. He wasn’t worthy of Hajime’s focus, not like this. He wanted his body to be for Hajime. His to use.
But oh my God, I can’t hold it any longer.
Before he knew it, Nagito was spilling into Hajime’s hand. He wailed from the stimulation of it all, the wet hand around his cock not letting up as his orgasm continued. When he came down from the high of his climax, Hajime’s thrusts slowed. “Wh… what are you doing?” Nagito asked. He wasn’t supposed to stop.
“You came already, right? I don’t want to overdo it and overwhelm you,” Hajime answered. Nagito could not have this.
Well, time for the surprise.
Nagito’s hand slipped under his pillow and retrieved the gun he had been hiding underneath it.
“What the hell?!” Hajime exclaimed at the sight. Nagito pressed it to his own temple.
“You’re going to come inside me, Hajime.” His voice was matter-of-fact, not a single hint of levity in it. “If you pull out, I pull the trigger.”
“Are you fucking crazy?!” Hajime wanted to run, but his cock betrayed him. His cock throbbed again, and he could not understand why.
“Maybe, but I’m not joking. Finish inside me, Hinata. Use me thoroughly, make my body yours, fill me to the brim with your cum. I need you to make me yours.”
“Oh my God,” Hajime whispered. He cautiously started thrusting again. Nagito kept the gun pressed to his head, looking at Hajime with a sick smile on his face. He was sure his eyes had grown dark, showing Hajime that side of him he was so afraid of, but he didn’t care. He felt like a crazed animal, his cock already stiffening again from the adrenaline of having a loaded gun against his head, knowing he could pull the trigger at any moment.
Hajime’s fervor grew once more at the sight of Nagito beneath him, clearly turned on by the sight of him with a weapon against his skull. “Come on, Hinata,” Nagito moaned. "You don't want me to have to blow my brains out in front of you, do you?”
“N-no, I don’t want you to. P-please.”
Nagito leaned towards Hajime, their lips close enough to touch, the gun still firmly against his head. “Then fuck me like you mean it.”
Hajime moaned desperately. Horror surged through Hajime, but right behind it came a sickening rush of adrenaline. Nagito wanted, no, demanded that he claim him. Hajime was being given complete, lethal permission to be as selfish as he’d always secretly feared he was. He bit his lip as if that would be enough to hold him back. He gave in.
His hips moved at a breakneck pace, betraying his better judgement, fucking into Nagito as if his life depended on it. Nagito almost screamed from the increased speed, the overstimulation of having already come hitting him even harder than before. Hajime didn’t let up even as tears formed in Nagito’s eyes. He smashed their lips together, kissing Nagito with such extreme lust behind it. Nagito was shocked, not expecting Hajime to be this into it; or maybe he did expect it. They were a lot more alike than Hajime cared to admit, after all. Their tongues swirled frantically, one another’s moans dissolving in their throats.
The coil building inside Hajime was so, so close to unraveling. Nagito could tell he could barely continue fucking into him. Hajime didn’t need to tell him—the warmth and tightness was suddenly way too much. That sick feeling of power washed through him again.
“Come, Hinata. Make me yours. Only yours.”
And he did. It was intense — violent, even. He jerked up, separating their lips and throwing his head back. He all but wailed as his seed spilled inside Nagito. Nagito laughed in a crazed way, now satisfied. He put the gun down beside him and looked up at Hajime as he came down. Hajime was breathless, panting and trembling above him. He collapsed against Nagito’s torso, head resting on Nagito’s lean chest.
“You’re insane,” Hajime said. Nagito chuckled.
“You loved it, though, didn’t you?” Hajime was silent. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Where the hell did you even get a gun?”
“Oh,” Nagito said. “I just asked Monokuma really nicely!”
“...you asked Monokuma?!”
Nagito smiled and kissed the top of Hajime’s head. “I just wanted you to finally be selfish.”
“You didn’t really need a gun to get me to do that,” Hajime retorted.
“Didn’t I, though? It worked after all.”
“You’re right,” Hajime conceded. “Still crazy, but right.”
Nagito pulled Hajime up so that he could kiss him on the lips; their bodies still a bit sticky and gross, but he didn’t mind. They kissed lazily until they were both too close to sleep to continue.
Nagito fell asleep wondering how else he could surprise Hajime in the future.